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angelltheninth · 7 months

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Genshin Men + It's Getting Harder to Sleep Without You

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Thoma, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, domestic fluff, insomnia, kissing, cuddles, tea, naps, hurt/comfort, reunion, slight angst, purring (for Nauvillette and Zhongli)

A/N: I know I shouldn't say sorry for the lack of content lately but turns out that a novel takes a lot out of you. The good news it that it's almost done!

Kaeya falls asleep pretty easily on most nights on his ship, it's only in the last few weeks that he's had trouble. Staying up will make him sloppy so he would take a few walks outside under the sky and find himself thinking of you. This helped him sleep but only served to make him miss you more. Maybe the solution is to bring you along more often, then he can hold and kiss you every night, no more daydreaming for him.

Diluc has never had an easy time sleeping and it's always worse when he doesn't have you to hold. He would toss from one side of the bed to the next, eventually sighing in defeat and fully waking up until the next day. His tiredness was obvious and you weren't gonna have him falling asleep standing. A nap seemed like a good solution but he demanded you sit in his lap and cuddle him. Despite sleeping in a chair it was the best nap he's ever had.

Thoma sleeps like a baby after a long day... usually. For some reason it feels like something's been missing lately. No matter what he couldn't figure it out, his routine was the same. The only thing that he could think of was... oh, those late, very intimate nights with you. Were you the key? He wasn't sure but it was worth a try. You were like a big blanket on top of him, nuzzled against his chest. Just what he needed.

Childe forces himself to have a good sleep because otherwise it would get in his way of getting stronger. But lately he can't seem to sleep for long periods of time if you aren't there, which is troubling for his missions. To make up for lost time he sleeps in your bed every night after, hogging all your attention, his face firmly pressed against your chest and arms around you like you'll vanish at any moment.

Dottore tells himself he only needs a few hours of sleep every night. It was like that before he started letting you stay in his bed. After that he can't even get a few hours without your warm, most of the time naked, body laying against his. He will drink tea to make himself fall asleep by force, he did this many times before you saw him look all groggy and grumpy one night with a steaming cup in his hand. You took him by the arm and told him he needs to rest that dangerous brain of his, or else you won't ever sleep with him again.

Pantalone can only get a really good sleep if he's kissed you goodnight. Your kiss, gentle, soft and loving, is like the best sleeping medicine to him. Truly he's tried everything else and the moment he started kissing you one night when he was feeling frustrated he knew he found the solution to his insomnia. Now he just needed to make sure you're willing to make out for a little while before going to bed. An easy task seeing how you practically jump his bones after he comes home.

Neuvillete used to love sleeping with the sound of rain against the window. Yet now every time it rains it's due to his bed being too cold, too empty without you in it. He's gotten so used to you combing your fingers through his hair and smelling your sweet scent that now he's unable to rest otherwise. Only when you kiss him and tell him you're back to visit does the rain stop falling so fast, instead becoming a pleasant backdrop as he sighs, purrs and plants tired kisses on your exposed skin.

Wriothesley has a habit of late night workouts to burn his extra energy. Not necessary as much now that he's in a relationship with you, which is nice but messes with his routine. One that he's had for a very long time. Lately you've noticed him flexing his fists whenever you'll be separated for a time, but he will deny it if you bring it up. No, he won't say anything when you get home, just wrap his arms around you from behind and kiss your shoulder, his body shaking with all that pent up energy mixed with a lack of sleep. And only you can help with both.

Zhongli doesn't mind lack of sleep but he knows you do and he knows you're awake when he's awake. Therefore he decides to fix that by sleeping together with you when you stay over. It felt nice, really nice, too nice and he finds himself wishing for it more and more often. So much so that it becomes his only way of getting deep sleep, the rest are more like power naps. You can't complain either, the sounds of the content rumbling within his chest is very soothing to listen to while you sleep.

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charliemwrites · 4 months

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Part 7 (post nap, so sorry if this is too… anything, really)

Sparring is one of your favorite activities. With your team, it’s a chance to learn and improve, to keep from falling into old habits. And yes, okay, it’s also become something of foreplay. Especially with your captain, who seems to delight in tossing you around and pinning you with his bulk.

(And Keegan, who came in his pants once when you had him in a chokehold, one your thighs between his. But no, no, now is not the time to think about that…)

You’re not the best hand-to-hand operator on the team, sure. That title belongs to Nikto, who hits so hard and fast you’re down before you even realize he’s swinging. But you’re certainly a force to be reckoned with.

Not this much though.

If you were in the mood to give them credit for anything — and you’re really not — they’re at least subtle. You don’t catch on during the first round with Soap. Your brain has completely transitioned into the comfortable rhythm of practice combat. Something to be taken seriously, but not the high-stress of victory or death in a mission.

No, Soap gets away with it in the moment. You only notice as you’re taking your water break, rotated out with the uneven numbers between your teams. You’re surveying the pairs and notice him sparring with Keegan.

There’s something decidedly more intense about it. Like… like he’s putting real effort into trying to beat Keegan. An effort he did not put into fighting you.

Rage burns through you, hot and thick, buzzing in your head.

Does he think you’re not worth any real effort? Does he think you can’t handle a proper fight, that this is just playtime? Is he really treating you like some fresh-faced recruit that needs to be babied after all this time?

When you captain finishes wiping the floor with Gaz, you go to his side. One look at your face and he knows.

“Whose head is rolling?” He asks, plucking your bottle from your hand for a sip.

“Soap threw our match.”

His eyes flare before he closes them, swallows the water in his mouth and sighs.

“How do you want to handle it?” He asks.

“Wait, wait,” Gaz interrupts. And the look your captain gives him… Christ. To his credit, he doesn’t back down though. “He probably just thought it would be good, yeah? To… let you get some anger out.”

You run your tongue over your teeth, a mean laugh slipping out. The captain arches his eyebrows in what could almost be sympathy. Or arousal, hard to tell when he’s got such a good poker face. (Mix of both, you figure)

“Oh, he wants me to get some anger out?” You roll your shoulders. “Sounds like a great idea.”

Ghost is your last match before reset — before you’ll get a chance to show Soap just how much steam you need to let off.

Except now that you’re looking for it, you recognize almost immediately that he’s throwing the match. Probably especially because it’s Ghost. You never stood a chance against him before leaving, even now you didn’t have optimistic expectations for a fight with him. So the fact that it doesn’t feel like you’re working for every inch you gain…

The final straw is when you try a move from before. Something he never fell for once and always reprimanded you for using. He “falls” for it this time. You don’t pull your punch when it goes directly into his face.

Know immediately that he’s feeling it, that wicked hook Keegan always whistles over. Blinking past his mask. And you don’t let up, pressing and pressing the advantage. Take him down to the ground using all your built strength, twisting into a vicious arm bar and pulling, pulling, pulling—

“Bloody hell, I yield!” He snarls, palm slamming against your thigh.

You release him, but not without one last nasty kick to the soft spot beneath his ribs.

The gym has gone silent. You don’t care, pushing to your feet with hands still balled into tight, angry fists.

“You ever throw a fight with me again, I’ll break your fucking jaw, Riley,” you snarl.

Price, expression stormy, takes a step forward.

“He threw the fight?” He asks.

You scoff, “Either that or the 141’s quality is lacking nowadays.”

You step off the mat to join the rest of your team, exchange a frustrated look with your captain. Nova comes to your side, curling a finger into your belt loop in solidarity.

“Gotta say, Price, I’m disappointed,” your captain says. “This is getting out of control. I won’t have my team put at risk because yours can’t keep it professional. I’d rather just tell Laswell to get you a different support team.”

You’re almost surprised to see how the 141 jolts, four pairs of eyes flicking to you in panic. What in the actual hell?

“Take it easy,” Price says, eyes flashing. “I’ll have a word with them.”

You glance up at your captain, see from the twitch in his jaw and the tightness around his eyes that his patience for this is wearing gossamer thin.

“See to it. In the meantime, we’ve got work to do.”

He turns his back on the 141, and you’re all too happy to follow suit, pressing a kiss to Nova’s cheek when she sends you a worried look. Whatever weird issue the 141 is having, they need to stop making it your issue.

“Keegan, with me,” your captain says. “Nikto, you’re up against the girls.”

Nikto tilts his head in a nod, then jolts as you and Nova take either side of him.

“Gonna show us a good time, Nik?” You coo.

“Always love a tag-team,” Nova purrs.

The captain grins. “Have fun you three.”

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #former 141 reader #specgru reader #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months

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Sick II

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You get sick again

Magda wakes up slowly.

She's not sure why she's waking up. Her alarm isn't going off. She doesn't need the toilet. The sun's still down so there's not any light coming through the curtains to either.

But, somehow, Magda's being ripped from her relaxing sleep.

She blinks awake blearily, already cursing in her head because there's an away match today and she really doesn't need to be awake earlier than she needs to.

There's a firm shove to her shoulder and Magda finally opens her eyes fully.

"Princesse?" Magda asks, rubbing her eyes," What's wrong? It's early."

"Sniffles, Morsa," You say. Your voice is all nasally and your face is bright red and practically dripping in sweat. You sniff as if to accentuate your point and wipe your snot away using Magda's pyjama top.

"You've got the sniffles?" Magda asks, still trying to wake up.

You nod miserably and Magda digs around in her bedside table for tissues to blow your nose out in.

She flicks the bedside lamp on to study you properly. It's probably a bit more than just the sniffles but Magda doesn't really want to tell you that.

It's awful timing really. You've got to get on a coach to Birmingham in a few hours and there's no way Magda can arrange childcare on such short notice or bow out of today's match either.

"Alright, Princesse," Magda says," Let's go into the bathroom and sort out your nose."

Magda turns the shower on and shuts the door, hopping that the steam will unblock your nose enough that it won't bother you on the trip up north.

Pernille wakes up soon after, helping to get you dressed and fed and drugs you up with kid's medicine to make the drive more bearable.

"Jessie!" You slur, nose still stuffed and head beginning to pound. It doesn't diminish your excitement though as you make Jessie lift you up and curl into her body.

Jessie frowns a little at the heat you're emanating, turning to look at Magda and Pernille with a question in her eyes.

"She's got a bit of a cold," Pernille says," I can take her if you want. There's no need for you to get sick too."

"I can take her," Jessie assures her quickly, adjusting her grip on you," Sick or not, we've got a nap scheduled."

"Jessie naps really good," You say through your stuffy nose, sniffling and wiping it with your shirt.

"Jessie's got a nap talent?" Morsa teases," Alright then. You nap with Jessie but if you feel bad, you have to come and tell me and Momma, alright?"

"Okay."

It's routine for away games for you to sit with Jessie on the bus. She carries a blanket with her now and you completely crash out against her collarbone as she wraps you up and holds you nice and tight like you enjoy.

Usually, you're out the moment the bus starts moving. But, because of your stuffy nose and the throbbing in your head, you can't seem to settle.

You whine and even that comes out nasally. You shift in Jessie's arms. Tears prick in your eyes.

You're very tired. You woke up this morning very early because it was difficult to breathe through the stuffiness in your nose. You'd tossed and turned in bed for a while before finally going to wake up Morsa.

It's a similar thing now as you shift in Jessie's grip.

"It's okay," She says and her cold hands slip under your shirt. Her fingers feel good on your feverish skin and they draw absentminded patterns on your back.

You sigh softly against Jessie's neck.

Her motions are soft and repetitive and the temperature is just what you need.

Pernille peers behind her an hour into the journey, stopping what she was saying to Magda to look back at you and Jessie.

You still look a little flushed from where you're tucked in Jessie's neck but you look content. Jessie's neck is tilted at an awkward angle as her head rests on yours. Her arms are curled around you tightly and she doesn't seem to mind that your drippy nose is pressed up against her shirt.

Pernille takes a picture.

"That one's going in the album," She says to Magda as she turns back around," They're sweet."

"We should probably dose her up before we play," Magda says," We're both starting today and Jessie. Are we leaving her on the bench?"

"We'll have to," Pernille replies," She's not going to be doing any assistant coaching, that's for sure. Zećira is on the bench today. I'm sure she'll look after her."

You stay with Jessie all the way up to the start of the match. You're happy curled into her and don't even put up a fight when Momma and Morsa make you have more medicine.

It helps your headache but not really your stuffy nose so when you're handed off to Zećira, the first thing she does is make you blow it out into a tissue.

"What's that?" You ask as you sit on the bench with her and she brings out a little tub.

"This is Vicks," Zećira says as she lifts up the back of your shirt," It's a vaporub. It's going to help your breathing."

It's nice to know that Zećira's noticed that you're breathing is different. You have to breathe through your mouth now because your nose is all stuffy so it can't get a lot of air through it anymore.

Zećira lathers the weird smelling stuff all over your back and then turns you to put it on your chest too.

It's quite an overpowering smell but it's helping your breath easier so you'll allow it.

"Zećira," You say," When I'm older, will I stop getting sick?"

Zećira laughs a little. You're sitting between her legs as she pulls your hair back so it's out of your face properly. "Sorry," She says," But even adults get sick sometimes."

You shake your head then abruptly stop when it throbs in response. "No," You say," 'Cause I've never seen Momma and Morsa sick."

"They get sick," Zećira assures you," They just hide it better and they take medicine too."

You make a face. "Medicine is yucky."

Zećira jostles you as she chuckles and you turn to look at her. "It is," She agrees," But sometimes we have to take it to feel better."

"Being sick is yucky too."

"Yeah, it is," Zećira agrees again," But it's nothing that a good night's sleep won't fix."

You don't really believe her and make a face.

Zećira is still laughing and she leans closer to whisper in your ear," I'm sure your mums will let you sleep in the big bed if you beg hard enough."

You perk up at that. "Really?"

She nods. "Really."

You grin.

You love sleeping in the Big Bed.

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

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theemporium · 9 months

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Daniel knowing the exact mood you’re in when you turn up at the paddock based on what you’re wearing

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part two

No one could read you the way Daniel could, and it was an enigma that baffled the paddock time and time again.

You were blessed enough to have spent the majority of your career in Formula One with a team like Red Bull Racing, one of the high end teams with big budgets and big dreams. You worked with the engineering team, proud to work with the genius minds that put together the car that had been dominating the Formula One seasons over the last few years with ease. And you got along with most of your team happily, but no one understood you the way Daniel did.

“Hiya, sunshine,” Daniel saddled up beside you once you made your way through the barrier, making your way towards the Red Bull motorhome for a meeting with the other engineers. “How’s my favourite girl?”

But the question was almost rhetorical.

Daniel had watched you arriving at the paddock, watched you get out of the taxi that brought you with your shades still on and your head looking down as you tried to make your way through security as fast as you could. To anyone else, you were just in some normal team member attire with some tan trousers and a branded hoodie.

But he knew that hoodie.

It was a little too big on you and it almost engulfed you. It was a little worn down and the edges of the sleeves were a little frayed after so many wears and washes. He knew, without a doubt, you’d be wearing your assigned Red Bull polo underneath.

To the rest of the team, it was just a normal day for you. To the rest of the team, you were just showing up to work, ready for meetings back to back as the rest of the paddock enjoyed the havoc of media day and the upcoming grand prix to take place that weekend.

But the hoodie told Daniel everything he needed to know on that Thursday morning. The hoodie told him everything because it was his hoodie, the one he let you borrow a few months ago and one that had been a comfort ever since.

“Favourite?” you questioned, your brows slightly furrowed together, but the Aussie just smiled brightly at you in response. You tried not to think about the way your chest tightening in response.

“Top of the list, sunshine,” Daniel grinned before finally pulling his hand out from behind his back, holding out a steaming cup of fresh coffee from the catering team. “Top of the list gets you some privileges.”

Your face softened as you took the cup. “Is this—”

“Don’t insult me, I know your order by now,” Daniel teased, lightly nudging you with his arm before you looked up at him.

“Thank you,” you murmured in a softer voice, giving him a smile before you leaned up to kiss his cheek as a further thanks.

“Anytime, sunshine,” he murmured back, and the two of you stopped outside the motorhome, where other team members were undoubtedly watching and eavesdropping. “You got a long day ahead?”

He watched as your shoulders tensed a little, your eyes a little bleary as you nodded. “Just a few meetings, should be fine,” you told him, though your eyes told a different story.

“How about you go use that big brain of yours,” he started, tapping your forehead and grinning slightly when you let out a noise that almost sounded like a laugh. “To get me a fast car this weekend and then use my driver’s room to take a nap afterwards?”

You blinked. “Daniel—”

“You look like you need a few more hours, sunshine, I don’t need you overworking yourself,” he murmured, a little more sternly this time before he wrapped his arms around you, this time letting his body engulf you rather than just his hoodie.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled into his chest but he just shook his head, leaning down to drop a kiss at the top of your head.

“Don’t need you to apologise,” Daniel whispered before he pulled back, grinning down at you. “Now go be a smartypants f’me, sunshine. And eat something, please.”

“I’ll stop by the catering at some point,” you told him.

He shot you a look.

“Fine, I’ll stop by now,” you said before giving him a shy smile. “Thank you, again.”

“Anytime, sunshine.”

He watched you walk through the motorhome doors, happy to see you make your way towards the small buffet table the team had set up for breakfast bits and pieces, and grab a croissant before you made your way towards the meeting rooms. He didn’t even notice Max approaching him until the Dutchman was right beside him, watching the same scene with a confused expression on his face.

“What was that all about?” Max questioned, looking between your retreating figure and then his teammate.

“Nothing,” he said with a shrug. “She just needed a little pick me up, that’s all.”

His frown deepened. “How did you know that?”

“The hoodie,” Daniel stated like it was obvious.

Max blinked at his friend, looking somewhat incredulous. “The hoodie?”

“The hoodie,” he confirmed with a nod, turning to look at Max with a grin.

“Just like it was the purple raincoat last time,” Max replied with a scoff.

“Exactly!” Daniel grinned.

But Max just rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he did so. “You’re fucking whipped, mate. Put us all out of our misery and tell her, please. Now come on, you’ve got a conference to get to, lover boy.”

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hecateslore · 2 months

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supervisor!Simon

When you get home, You strip down and get in the shower, warm water hitting your skin. You let out a sigh, the steam loosening the tension in your body. “Jesus christ.” you say aloud, the water feeling way too good on your skin.

You get out of the shower wrapping your body in a towel and sitting on your bed, too lazy to get dressed, you do your best drying your skin, eyelids so heavy from the pressure behind your eyes from the headache. The warmth is still on your body from the shower, you take one good look at the dresser in your room, deciding to just sleep without clothes. You slide under the sheet, and close your eyes, drifting off into sleep.

6 hours later, you’re awakened from your phone blaring next to you. An unknown number is on your screen, Brain still fuzzy from the nap you decide to answer, “Hello?”

“Was this a bad time?” you recognize the voice, “How’d you get my number?” you ask, rubbing your eyes, crusties in your vision. “I have my ways.” he teases and you smile at his voice, “you’re a weirdo.” He chuckles at you. “I know.”

“What phone are you calling from?” You ask mid yawn, “Mine.” your eyes widen for a moment, “You have one of those?” He snorts at your dumb statement, “Bought it just to track you because I’m crazy obsessed.”

“Don’t remind me.” you roll your eyes.

“Why not?” Simon smirks while holding his phone. “He’s not on my nice list right now.” You chuckle and Simon's smirk turns into a smile, “Am I on your nice list?”

“You’re on a list, sure.” He Lets out another laugh, adjusting the way he sits on his couch. “I’m on a list huh?” He clears his throat, “You’re on a list too, you know?” He says. You jokingly scoff at him, “I’m on a list?” you yell playfully, “Yeah, I just need to figure out which one.” he says, smiling at the crack in your voice, It sounded like you’d been sleeping. “Please let it be the cool people list.” You plead jokingly, “I don’t think so.”

“Simon, you suck.” you complain playfully. Simon held back on the inappropriate joke, Simon does in fact suck, and maybe he’d like for you to find out. But that’s just him. So he settles for a laugh, and you laugh too, it’s more belly, and loud.

“So, how're you feeling?” He asks, sitting up. “I’m okay.” you say softer, “I was asleep.” you chuckle. “Did I wake you?” Simon's ears perk up. “Yeah, but it’s okay.”

“You sure? I can hang up?” You sigh at his concern, “You’re fine, I need to get up anyways.” You say lifting the blanket, shocked you actually slept nude. You put him on speaker and walk around looking for some pajamas to put on, “What’d you get for lunch.” you brought up, “Oh some dumb soup Linda said was good, it was horrible actually.” You can see the disgusted face he makes in your mind, and you giggle at him. “Don’t be mean to Linda.”

“I’m not,she just needs better taste buds.” he says.“What kind of soup was it?” you ask, “Lentil.”

“You take that back right now.” you say shocked, “It was nasty.” he admits, “Now, You are a man of no taste.” You say, while slipping a tshirt on. “Probably.” he half agrees. “What’d you and Johnny get up to?” You roll your eyes at the mention of his name, “We talked.”

“About valentines day?” You hum and walk into your kitchen, looking through your fridge and freezer, eyeing the frozen pot pie. “As he says.” You state. “Well what’d he say?” he prods. “Simon, I didn't know you loved to gossip.” You tease. “Oh hush.”

“I’m joking, but He’s not a fan of our interlinkage.” You take the pot pie out of its package. “Of course he isn’t” he huffs, “Is he like your boyfriend?” he asks. “Well one, he hasn’t spoken to me all week, until today. And two, he hasn’t asked me out or nothing. We just flirt.” Simon only grunts. “Told you he was weird.” You laugh at his response. “A little.” you add.

The microwave beeps in the background, “You heating something up?” he notes your commotion, “Uh, yeah, but you're fine.”

He hums, “He asked for you..” he pauses, “After you left, if that brings any consolation.” he adds. “What’d he ask?” you question. “Where’d you go and If you were okay.”

Simon heard you sigh on the other side of the phone, which it wasn’t true, he didn’t ask. He just nodded at your empty desk and went back to whatever it was that he was doing. It pained Simon to lie to you, but he didn’t want to see you hurt. The truth would’ve been ten times better, he knows that.

“I don’t like people telling me what to do, you know?”

“Oh I'm aware.” Simon chuckles and you giggle at his reaction. “I’m serious, like now, I’m actually enjoying talking to you.” Simon’s eyebrows raise and he pulls the phone from his face, shock taking over his body. “Thanks, I guess.” he says, chuckling a little bit. “You don’t say I guess, You say thank you.”

“Let’s not give lessons on manners, Pointer.” You let out a laugh that makes Simon pull his phone from his ear. And that makes him giddy, giggling over the sound of your loud belly laugh.

“Hey, I gotta get in the shower.” Simon says, calming down from the laughing fit you both had, “You trying to leave me too.” You joke, Simon’s heart aches, taking the joke far too seriously. “I just got home from the gym” He says softly, “I stink.”

“I guess.” You say, huffing. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks.“Well duh!” you say sarcastically.

“Bye, bye.”

“Bye, Simon.”

#Supervisor!Simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley cod #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #cod #cod mw2 #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost mw2

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taocard · 10 months

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tr men dating y/n who has big breasts

♡ I grant a wish for whoever summons me and take one thing as a payment ♡ Featuring: Manjiro, Rindou, and Ran ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ °𐐪Manjiro Sano𐑂° ♡ he likes to use them as a pillow when he’s napping with you ♡ as i’ve headcannoned him before, he loves cuddling with you and ends up falling asleep ♡ so when Mikey is getting on top of you and getting all comfy, his head will fall onto your chest with a content hum ♡ it’s just so soft! can you really blame the guy? it’s the perfect pillow in his opinion ♡ Mikey doesn’t lay first into your chest, he’s laying so that his cheek comes into contact with softness of your boobs ♡ and if he scoots over just a little...there it is. ♡ the sound of your heartbeat which never fails to lull him to sleep ♡ depending on the shirt you're wearing; you can feel a bit of his drool spill onto your mounds ♡ some people may find it gross, but it just shows how comfy he is with you and allows his guard to go down and rest ♡this would continue into his Bonten era. ♡ he wouldn't be laying on top of you. this time he’d be laying side by side, facing you, and you are the one who presses him to your chest and cuddle him. ♡it’s a routine that stays for literally every single night. °𐐪Rindou Haitani𐑂° ♡ you know how Rindou can be after a long and annoying day of work. and you always want to help him out ♡ and the best way to deal with steam is by talking about it! :)) ♡ he gets on the couch that you're sitting on and smushes his face into your chest, hands firmly gripping your hips so that you won't leave him because right now he really needs you :(( ♡ he then talks about it all right into your chest. honestly it doesn't matter if you can't hear it all or if you do, he just needs to fucking say everything on his mind ♡ at this point he's just mumbling but he finds security in your chest as you play with his hair a little ♡ he’ll definitely do that cute thing where he’ll peak up from you from your chest and say “oh my god and ran was being such an ass hat today😤” ♡ HE EVEN TAKES A DEEP BREATH BEFORE GOING BACK INTO YOUR CHEST TO RAMBLE ABOUT HOW RAN PISSED HIM OFF THAT TODAY °𐐪Ran Haitani𐑂° ♡Ran is a bit different (he's different than the other guys 😍❗❗) ♡he uses them as mindless stress toys or just something to keep his hands busy at the very least ♡god, he can be doing anything, and he’ll still find his hands around your mounds to squeeze at them ♡sometimes he doesn't even realize he's doing it either. it's kind of like how he’ll squish Rindou’s cheeks to annoy him but now he just does it because why not ♡like he’ll be scrolling on his phone and then completely groping you and pinching your nipples ♡one time he even tried to do it in public because it was a natural habit. but then you noticed and quickly slapped his hand away “You can’t do that. We’re in the middle of a restaurant” you told him “But you're mine. so, it's no one's concern what i do to you. and you seem to not mind when we’re home” he’ll murmur. “But of course, it's always different when we’re out in public” Ran will add with an eye roll ♡what’s funny is that at one point when he was playing with your mounds when you were watching a movie, he finally caught the sound of your little whimpers ♡he either does it mindlessly, out of stress, or does it to mess with you and pretend he didn’t mean to affect you this much

#tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #rindou x reader #ran x reader #slightly suggestive

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hyewka · 11 months

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*ೃ unconventional sex

synopsis. where they'd like to fuck outside of the boring ol’ bedroom.

warnings/notes. mostly sub!reader (beomgyu's a tad bit subby), no protection + creampie, mention of impregnation for soobin, dry humping, fingering, groping, bulge kink, reader's older with beomgyu (use of noona honorifics), barely proofread + varying lengths with each extract, does not include yeonkai !

★ choi soobin |

ever since the overwhelming amount of layoffs widespread throughout your entire company had started to hit your specific department, you've been coming from work exhausted, ready to slip off your torturous heels the moment you key your door open, stumbling over to your bedroom to finally throwing yourself on the comfort cushion you've been drooling about all day. usually, you'd take the time to stare up your ceiling contemplating the day, and the day before, and the day before...until your brain picks up the overly familiar rattle of the door—each time, startling you awake with the realization that you were about to drift to sleep in your work clothes, without taking a shower, makeup still very much on your face. during these days are you especially grateful with your boyfriend's struggle with the door despite living here for the past two years has persisted, because god knows soobin would've opted to let you sleep instead of waking you up.

soobin gets home, you go take a shower, then prepare yourself for bed as he enters the bathroom. its a routine you've grown accustomed to. today was no different— your brain is on its own lookout of soobin's signal entrance. when you hear it, your shut eyes immediately fly open like muscle memory, your half-nap reached its inevitable end. you don't expect the moment you sit yourself up, for soobin's large figure to come through the door, wobbly as he walks over to you and engulf you in the biggest, most suffocating, loving embrace, basically tackling your body back down on your bed. "soobin?" you whisper, his cologne overpowering your sense as you quickly realize that your body compared to his would not survive if he stayed another full minute on top of you.

"i have to go shower baby." you wheeze out, "and you're about to crush me." he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck as retaliation, his breathing pattern almost immediately syncing to yours. "shhh, i missed you." he whispers groggily— you sure weren't the only one drained after work.

soobin was a big baby in that sense, feeling his lips forming into a pout against your neck. the paradox of him being a broad man with a towering figure makes it a lot more endearing, and also hilarious, making you burst into a series of giggles...but not enough to let him continue crushing every bone of your body. "soobinnn," you whine trying to wriggle yourself off his hold but failing for the hundredth time, "i really, urgently, seriously need to take a shower."

after a few beats of silence, and you thinking you might just give up and fall asleep under him, he speaks up, lifting his head from the comfort of your breasts, his eyes doe-like, "let's take one together then." you think he's joking and so naturally you're sent to another fit of giggles and half laughs...until it quickly dies down with his very more-than-serious face, making your brows perk up in disbelief, eyes wide. "hey, you're acting like it's the first time!" he defensively retorts at the judgy expression spread across your face before his lips form into a comically exaggerated pout, his bottom lip sticking out, making sure to force his dimples as bonus. "plus, we'd be saving up on water bills ...you know?"

you should've known better, and really thought it over, because a shower with soobin would never end without having your cheek pressed against the shower's glass panel, steam long fogging up the view, his fingers tightly intertwined with yours, palm flat against the panel, head drooped down to your neck, sloppy purple splotches displayed all over, feather kisses on your overly fresh hickeys, his hips unrelenting, fucking your cunt closest thing to doggy style space would allow— the brutal, pornographic sound of skin slapping on skin mixture with your uncontrolled moans almost loud enough to drown out the shower head.

his length slips in and out of your cunt in a rhythmic speed, his breathing so heavy and whines so loud, getting your legs to buckle when he hits your cervix, "shit, soobin— soobin, slow down" your mewls hitch when water runs down from your face to the entrance of your mouth, choking momentarily. your head is foggy, light with ecstasy the more he drills his dick far deep inside you— eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head, feeling your energy quickly replenish. but soobin isn't done yet, oh, far from it.

you're too far gone to differentiate between water and your tears as soobin turns you around swiftly, making sure he doesn't slip out as his dick's still far buried in your warm pussy, switching positions as he pushes you to have your back against the tiled shower wall. you muster the energy to weakly shake your head, your chest heaving, "c-can't, binnie, i can't—no more-!" but soobin can't help himself, so horny over the reveal of your messy face, red with a mixture of drool and water seeping out the corner of your pink swollen lips as a result of his rough kissing. his calloused finger display over the bulge in your tummy and soobin loses the last bit of his sanity. "sorry baby," he says with much pity, his large hands positioning your wobbly legs to cling around his waist, "i just missed you...just need you—need my pretty's cunt so, so bad."

the steam enough to make both of you light headed as soobin's thrusts slower than before, thrusts calculated so surely and patient, your hand claw at his bare back every time he roughly hits a spot, hyper aware of every vein against your walls, soobin's head falling back as he groans, mouth slightly open at feeling your tight pussy clench around his dick, the running water hitting his face, hair further plastering to his forehead, his slippery hands bruising your waist the tighter his hold gets—soobin's never this rough, to the point your body jerks when his large hands start fondling your perked up tits, lips parted as he blatantly stares down.

"gonna fuck a baby into you," he breathes out crazed, his long lived fantasy of getting you full and big with his baby driving him to roughly land a passionate, wet kiss before attaching his lips to your hard nipples, sucking so earnestly while his thrusts become unrelenting, picking up, erratic as he detaches, eyes fixated on the long string of saliva connecting his mouth and your swollen nipple, oh how addicted to you he was. with every frantic thrust, your breasts bounced, slapping together, a lewd view he could stare at for hours...and hours...and hours.

you could almost pass out from the overwhelming sensation, your body long overheated, fog submerging around your feet, but soobin's degrading laugh gets you to flutter your eyes open, "fuck, these breasts would look so pretty swollen—don't you think? you'd like that right?" your lids are heavy over your eyes as you sniffle your runny nose, not exactly processing his words. "you want me to get you pregnant, don't you?"

bonus. soobin who bathes you, a sweet, caring boyfriend making sure to keep your smaller figure protected, washing your hair so in love with every aspect that makes up who you are—knowing he made the right decision with choosing you. your loving boyfriend who whispers in your ear, with your back against his chest, the bubble bath both healing and relaxing, "keep it in." the transition of his cute giggles to the low rumble of his voice near your ears has you blinking confused, yet you still find yourself nodding, completely under his trance. soobin who's giddy, having your body completely engulfed by him, no space between the two of you with his hand wrapped around your waist, snuggling close to you, a grin so wide as you both quickly fall into sleep, some of his seed leaking down your leg, your swollen abused cunt unable to fully follow through your boyfriend's command.

★ choi beomgyu |

beomgyu was never known as being an overly... patient fellow which would explain a lot. like the time he burst into a woman's bathroom because he just could not wait a few more minutes until the janitor could unlock the jammed door for the mens', or when he downed a spiked drink a second before he could be told that he was supposed pour it down the sink, or...now, when he has you pinned on the floor, clearly not in the mood to stop and take it to bed. "beomgyu—" you gasp when he starts nibbling on your earlobe, grounding his erection in between your legs. you start laughing nervously when he slowly trails his kisses down to your exposed collarbones, "let's get up, beomgyu, baby stop playing around."

he whines, starting to teasingly suck, slight nip on your skin. and you just...can't wrap your head around the position you're in—a few seconds ago, you were watching a cute movie with your beloved, adorable boyfriend and suddenly the teasing jokes started, then the addition of pillow fights on each other had you both toppling to the floor, giggling like little children. and now you had your boyfriend on top of you, not willing to negotiate and do the deed on the couch at the least— something a little more comfortable than a hardwood floor with no carpet furnishing. instead he busies himself, already rutting his hips against the aching need between your thighs, soft groans magnified to your ears, his breathing getting heavier and faster by the minute.

"beomgyu, we're on the floor." you repeat for the hundredth time— in between the startled gasps every time he got just a tinge bit rougher—thinking it'd get to his head this time. "who cares?" he whines, his sly hands already finding their way under your shirt, ministrating, fondling like the horny dog he was. "you're so fucking hot noona, can't control myself."

patience was never beomgyu's thing. having your shirt haphazardly pulled over your tits because he was just too goddamn impatient to undress you properly, your panties bunched to the side in frantic urgency as he finally prods his leaking tip at your entrance, sliding it in and out to prep, light headed as he bites down on his bottom lip, before he decides he just can't wait any longer, voicing his sorries over and over again as he fully takes you in unexpectedly, stretching out your tight pussy, earning him a delicious, drawled, loud moan of his name. and oh, does he fucking lose it. "louder, say it louder."

beomgyu who pounds you senseless, hand reaching up to grope your breasts every time he gets close, strained groans when he spills inside you again, hips still unrelenting, fucking his seed into you, his sweaty shuddering body looming over you when he stops for a second to catch his breath, you similarly worn out, head hazy, barely able to use your strained voice as you had lost it by the...you could barely keep count. "such a fucking cumslut, huh? taking everything so well noona," he babbles with each sudden thrust to your pliant body, you unable to arch your back from utter exhaustion, "love you, love you so much baby."

bonus. beomgyu's favorite locations? many, but the floor always takes the cake. the animalistic nature of just pure horniness and sweaty backs on the cold wooden floor—it's beomgyu's thing.

★ kang taehyun |

it starts off with the subtle brush of his hand on the roundness of your ass, a few times and you pretend it's nothing. then came a squeeze, right as you were washing dishes with your mom, the suddenness of the action making you freeze for a second, the polite gentleman facade he put up with your mom as he converses, leaving yet another good impression. it all confuses you— how he's able to play it off like nothing while you were practically breaking out in cold sweat. it couldn't be accidental. nothing is accidental with taehyun.

you weren't nervous about introducing taehyun to your (rather conservative) family—he was unanimously picked as your best partner thus far by even your closest friends, which you trust the judgement of. you believe it too, that he's the nicest, most genuine guy you're lucky having to call yours...but it seemed that with each passing minute, you were questioning your decisions.

taehyun isn't a fan of typical pda: hand holding, kissing, embraces that overstayed its welcome, but oh was he particularly bold with everything else. sitting at your family's home dining table, the one you grew up with, reminiscing the countless mornings of rushed breakfasts as a teenager— even recognizing the initials you carved by the edge of the table, it all rushes back to you and you feel guilty for not visiting as often as you should have. your mom who displays a feast on the table, ranging from delicates to turkey and fried rice—your father sitting right by her, uncles and aunties filling the remaining seats, everyone joyfully eating and conversing amongst themselves before your mother clears her throat to finally quench her curiosity.

occupation, the college he graduated, plans for marriage, kids, all of which he answered with perfectly satisfactory answers earning him a few swoons from the older women, to which he tried to be humble making the women get even more swoonful over the generous flaunt of his pearly whites...all the while you sit there at the edge of your seat metaphorically and physically, more than aware of the hand toying with the hem of your dress, dangerously inching closer and closer to your inner thighs.

you could barely hold up your glass of wine without having your hands shake just so slightly at the dangerous game taehyun was more than willing to play. you try to clear your throat, anything to get him to wake up, and remind him where you were, but he seemed nonchalant, picking at his food, eating at small portions, participating in conversation when prompted.

"why aren't you eating y/n? i cooked you your favorite foods!" your mom pouts, drawing the attention of the entire family, all eyes on you—which was just great. just great as taehyun's hand hid under the tablecloth, finger long stuffed in your cunt, your panties bunched to the side as he had his way with you, insanely slow as he decides to shove a second finger making your eyes widen, quickly reaching for the glass to drown out any noise you might slip up—but taehyun's gaze is focused on you, following the crowd, awaiting your answer to the pending question. "um, uh—yeah, sorry, i-i ate a few hours ago."

lies. when it's time for a movie and conveniently, you get to the living room last as you went out to fetch everyone a soda, realizing that you'd have to sit on the floor. taehyun catches you looking for a place to sit, pulling on your dress to catch your attention. when you turn around raising an eyebrow, he pats his lap, motioning to you to come sit, but you shake your head.

you can't, and frankly you don't trust taehyun to not...do something. but he tuts at you, patting his thighs again, this time, mouthing it to you, "sit."

"aww, you guys are so adorable, y/nie go, go, sit." you snap your head to see your mother, who's been invested with your relationship the entire dinner night. "no, mom, i don't want to make him uncomfortable i-"

"what kind of man would be uncomfortable with his girlfriend sitting on his lap?" your uncle speaks up and now all of a sudden, everyone's pitching in the conversation to the point you might just be driven to insanity with all the back and forth. when everyone settles down and the lights are shut off, you feel taehyun's chin resting on your shoulder, a cute gesture until you hear him whisper, "try to stay quiet baby."

the real intentions of kang taehyun were always less than pure.

bonus. spilling juice on your white dress with purpose, unknownst to everyone else who're quick to take out napkins and dab it on the stain, panicked over the ruined white—taehyun taking it as an opportunity to come off as caring as possible to your family, heightening his approval ratings, excusing you both to the bathroom so he can try and clean it off. it was a win win, getting your parents approval, and pounding you in the same bathroom you got potty trained.

a/n. my obsession with soobin + pregnancy talk is detrimental to my mental being holy shit 😂 wanted to try out some footing with different settings, a little bit of a headcanon practice and dom!txt as i have practically almost nothing of the sort in my masterlist that isn't totally fucked up. thoughts and overall feedback are extremely helpful and appreciated, it motivates me greatly. to all those who wanted sub soobin, i promise i'll serve a full fic soon ❤

#txt smut #soobin smut #beomgyu smut #taehyun smut #soobin hard hours #beomgyu hard hours #taehyun hard hours #txt hard hours

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honeyshiddendesire · 15 days

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Dirty Alphabet

Pairing: Zoro x female reader

*banner*

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man is a total sleepyhead but unless you really need something then he’ll get it for you but he’ll definitely tease you that he fucked you so good your legs don’t work

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I can see him as a tits man, just when you think he’s dozing off he’s sneaking a peek any chance he gets. Sanji isn’t the only one that can appreciate a good rack. His favorite body part on him is his hands for being able to hold his swords and you, hidden romantic at heart

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves making a mess on you for sure, will even smear his cum all around and taunt you on how messy you are

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to see you grind on his swords. The thought of you making his sheaths all shiny with your pretty juices makes his cock rock solid but he doesn’t want to freak you out so he just uses that fantasy to jerk off. If you asked him though by some rare chance that you might also have the same kink then don't be shocked by how fast he says yes

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

That man is a sexy ass living piece of art. I'm sure he has some experience but I don't think he’s good at being the one to initiate.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything with a view of your tits to watch them jiggle and bounce. Needing to be close to them so he can suck and lick them, marking them for when you wear low cut tops

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Nah I can’t see him cracking to many jokes but I see him being a total tease

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He don’t have time to shave or trim he’s to busy training or napping

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Being on the same ship as that ‘dumb cook’ makes you learn a thing or two so I can see him bringing flowers but not saying anything sweet, just handing you some and looking off to the side. Lighting a few candles cause he likes seeing the light flicker off of your body as you’re bouncing on his cock.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Tbh for him it would be a training exercise, like building arm strength and stamina. But also to blow off some mental steam

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Loves dirty talk, he might not be good at romantic words but best believe he’ll have your panties off in a second with the way he can rile you up.

Wrestling kink lol ask him to wrestle or even say that you can pin him down and that man will go absolutely wild just to pin you down underneath him

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wherever he trains the most is were he’s gonna want to fuck you the most. It’s his safe space and wrecking you in it just sounds like a perfect plan

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your tits, and if you’re a brat who doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut he’s on go lol Zoro loves a challenge and being with a brat that can hold her own is all the fuel to his fire that he needs

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Having a threesome with the cook is a no go lol the stories are hot but realistically I can’t see it happening unless it’s to show you that he can fuck you better but sharing you in a relationship is a no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving it’s a workout for him. With his fighting style there’s no way that he wouldn’t want to absolutely wreck you with his tongue. As for receiving I can see him being obsessed with the 69 position or even reverse 69 so he can fuck your face and eat you at the same time

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mix of both for sure

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yup it’s another form of training lol but you have to be the one to bug him about it or he’ll just tease you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Public sex in the crow’s nest I can totally see happening while he whispers that you better keep it down before someone hears

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He doesn’t train everyday for nothing so best believe this green haired hottie can outlast you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Don’t insult the man lol He is the toy lol but like his bandana though will definitely find it’s way into a few of your sex sessions

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The meanest but you love it , he lives to tease you every chance he gets

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Dirty talkkkerrrrr!!! The sexiest raspy moans and groans ever, kissing along your neck so his deep voice just vibrates against your skin making you melt in the palm of his hands.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves making you squirm and brat taming you. If you happen to be an obedient chick then I can see him trying to pick a fight just to make you moody so he can fuck the attitude out of you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick, veiny, long all the traits you can want in a dick just saying lol

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high but he also loves loves sleep so its a always a battle of the too lol

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Unless you need something that man will hit the snooze button immediately but he’ll make sure that he doesn’t crush you if he happened to be on top lol

#roronoa zoro x you #roronoa zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro smut #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #zoro one piece #zoro one piece smut #one piece smut #one piece headcanons #one piece smut Headcannons #zoro headcanons #honeys works 🍯

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writerpetals · 5 months

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release | 🔞

; optional male lead smut | ☁️

The sound of the front door to the home you share with him clicking closed pulls you from your slumber, eyes fluttering beneath the dim lighting of the TV filling the living room. A second later you hear him tiptoeing toward you.

You call for him in a sleepy voice, hearing his chuckle a moment before he settles on the coffee table in front of where he left you on the couch.

“Did I wake you?” he asks while reaching to brush his knuckles over your cheek, and judging from the way you grin tiredly as you shake your head, he already knows the answer. “I tried to be quiet in case you were sleeping. I ran by the lake tonight instead of my usual route, so it took longer.”

A few nights a week he will go on a quick jog around the neighborhood to let off some steam, and typically you’re waiting in bed for him to curl up by his side after he has showered. Some nights he needs a bit more time for peace and quiet, however, enjoying the adrenaline of a run beneath the moonlight, and sometimes you nap on the couch while waiting on him, allowing him to come home to find you curled up and waiting until he’s returned.

“No worries,” you mumble and grin, fluttering your eyes once again until you can wake yourself. His hand roaming from your cheek, to your shoulder, and finally your hip don’t help in the slightest, relaxing beneath his touch and humming as his fingers begin to linger at the hem of your nightgown. “Did you have a good run?”

“Mhm,” he hums in response, biting his lip as he pushes the silk fabric up to uncover your thighs, then your ass, and a quiet groan builds in his throat before he begins speaking once again. “I might need to let off a little more steam, though.”

Sometimes he goes for runs and comes home ready for a shower and sleep, and sometimes he comes home more worked up than before. It doesn’t help when the strap of your nightgown falls from your shoulder, uncovering the swell of your breast to tempt him or the fact that he finds your sleepy expression cute and irresistible in the moment. He licks his lips the second his hand dips to take a gentle grip of your ass, earning a quiet whimper of his name that fills his body with desire.

A grin forms on your lips as you push yourself from the sofa, wasting no time reaching for him, straddling his waist with your arms wrapping around his neck and your knees digging into the coffee table. A sting sets in against your flesh, possibly finding yourself in an uncomfortable position if the desire growing inside of you didn’t outweigh the subtle pain. Your lips find his own in seconds, kissing him with heat spreading from between your thighs to every inch of your body, hearing him groan against your skin while his hands fall to your waist. He guides your hips to begin grinding against him, his cock becoming hard beneath the motion, pressing against your bare slit through thin sweatpants.

His hair is damp and skin is dewy from a good run, your hands switching between gripping the strands or running your nails over his shoulders. Knowing he’s so worked up has the need for release growing inside of you. His mouth soon leaves your lips to pepper kisses against your neck, earning whimpers of his name in the process as you roll your hips against his body. His cock twitches between your thighs just as he reaches for the straps of your nightgown, tugging the flimsy things lower with a swift, effortless pull to leave your chest bare for his eyes only.

He pulls away to take in the sight of you, but you don’t allow him much time to cherish the view before you lean away from his body to push the hem of your nightgown up to your stomach, all before reaching beneath his tank top to find the band of his sweats, tugging lower and unveiling his cock to wrap a tight grip around the base. A deep groan builds in his chest as you play with his length, teasing him, running a thumb over the head, loving how breathless he becomes when he’s so worked up and you show him affection.

“Hurry, baby,” he groans, resting two palms to your hips and digging his nails into your skin. He leans closer for only a moment, pressing his lips to your own in desperation, all before telling you through his teeth, “I need you so badly right now.”

The words send a chill down your spine before the flash of heat surges through your body. A fire ignites in the two of you, needing to have one another as he pulls you closer while you align yourself with his cock. The tip brushes against your slit to leave you shaking, gripping the back of his neck tighter while sinking yourself onto his painfully hard, needy cock. He hisses and you gasp as he fills you up, body pressed to his and your lips brush against his flesh while you adjust to the feeling of him inside you. His brow furrows and jaw slacks just as your eyes close, holding one another tight a second before you begin rocking your hips against him.

Your thighs are trembling by the time you find a steady pace, slow, easy, grinding your body against his own, coating his skin with your arousal, whimpering his name in his ear. He sighs and wraps arms around your body, then his lips lower your shoulder, leaving soft kisses, teeth scraping your skin, doing whatever he can do to hear the noises he loves so much fall from your lips.

You cry out, beginning to tease him with breathless words, “you feel so good… inside of me.” He groans once again a second before he pumps his hips from between your thighs, if only to hear you gasp and giggle as his cock hits deeper inside of you. Still playful as ever, comfortable with another, and finding pleasure in pleasuring each other. He repeats the motion just to hear your noises once again, flashing a smirk of satisfaction only a second before you squeeze yourself tight around him, causing his eyes to screw shut, his brow to wrinkle, and a heavy sigh to fall from his lips.

His breaths deepen and your hips quicken in pace, grinding against his cock, moaning his name to echo past the small space you share in the living room. You feel him exhale against the flesh of your shoulder and each time his cock pushes deeper inside of you, he can’t help but to curse beneath his breath. You attempt to keep your moans and whimpers of his name low, until the desire to hear you fills him and he thrusts himself into your dripping cunt from below, pushing his hips from the coffee table just enough to have you clutching him tighter, moaning louder, crying out for him in the ways he loves to hear.

From the ways he grips your body tighter as he groans deeper, you know he’s growing closer. You begin to rock harder against him, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you feel his body tense beneath you. His head falls back as he grows stiff, allowing your lips to fall to his skin while riding his cock until you milk every last drop from him. He fills you up, releasing inside of you to create a mess, mixing with your own juices dripping down his length. And when his body slacks, you slip up and down his length, only a few more times, to hear him hiss and feel him begin to tremble beneath you.

“God, baby,” he groans as you ease yourself off of him, resting your weight on his thighs, “you’re incredible.” The praise makes you grin a second before he kisses your lips, and without warning, he guides your body to the couch the moment he catches his breath, back falling against the cushions and then he settles between your parted thighs. He says nothing while pressing a palm to your knee to keep your legs open for him, admiring the view of a drenched slit and swollen lips, completely aware of how worked up he’s made you.

“Mm, you’re so wet baby,” he hums while brushing his fingers along your slit, causing your legs to twitch as you realize just how desperate the need for release has become. “So messy with my cum dripping out of you.”

With that, he eases two fingers inside of your soaked cunt, pushing his own cum back into you as your back arches from the sofa and your head rolls to the side. A gasp fills the living room as he curls his fingers, applying pressure to the spot that has your body tensing and your eyes screwing shut.

You whimper, chest heaving, fists clutching the cushions beneath you, “that feels… amazing. Don’t stop.” The words fall from your lips in a sigh to have him chuckling, letting you know as he presses his thumb to your clit that he has no intention of stopping.

Your legs fall farther apart as he dips his body lower, lips pressed to your own before his mouth trails down to your chest. He leaves soft kisses as he buries his fingers inside of you, tongue darting out to flick over your nipple before he tugs softly with his teeth to earn an arched back once again. You call his name, whining the words now for him not to stop, that you’re getting close, and from the way he groans, he tells you just how much he loves every second of it.

You call for him with a breathless tone, hands rising to entangle your fingers in his hair. He continues teasing your nipples, licking, kissing, sucking your flesh so it drives you wild, while caressing your clit in small, quick circles and fingering your cunt until your legs begin to shake. He draws you closer to the edge, filling you with bliss while the warmth of pleasure swells, until the tension tightens and snaps, and he has you rolling your hips onto his hand and coming undone with his fingers deep inside of you.

You cry out once more with a gasp, waves of pure bliss washing over you, tugging on his hair to miss the way he groans thanks to the moans that spill from your lips. Your thighs tighten around his body that remains between your legs, walls clenching around his fingers, back arching to give him more of your body to tease and play with. And when you begin to come down, his soft lips ease the tension as you slack beneath him, kissing your flesh, your breasts, your chest, and even your neck before reaching your lips, pulling his hand from between your thighs and allowing you to whimper against his mouth until you pull away in an attempt to catch your breath.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 1 month

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Curiosity Killed the Cat (+18)

Pairing: Massacre Soldier Killer x Female Reader

WC: 2600

Summary: You’ve never seen Killer without his mask. It’s a secret that you can’t help but need to be a part of. Your curiosity gets the best of you and Killer catches you peeping.

TW: !SMUT PURE SELF INDULGENT SMUT! Porn with VERY LITTLE plot! fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, filthy talk, praise kink good girl etc, size difference. it's just porn.

**Minors DNI!!! 18+ only!!***

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You had been with the Kid Pirates for half a year now and during these six months you’ve learned the inner workings of the crew and the Victoria Punk herself. You knew that the best place to take a nap was in the storeroom next to the kitchen. You knew that Heat and Wire have had a game of Dungeons and Dragons going on for the past 6 years and they play every Friday evening. You knew that Killer hated when you left food on your plate at the end of a meal claiming that “a girl needs her strength.” You knew that every morning at 10:00 AM sharp, Captain Kid would render the ship’s only bathroom unusable for at least the next hour.

There was something that was still a mystery to you.

You had never seen Killer without his mask.

It was something you had wondered about ever since you first met the crew’s first mate. Was he horrifically ugly? Maybe covered in scars? Why did he hide himself from the world? He was always the kindest to you of all the Kid Pirates, making sure you were fed and had supplies you needed when you first joined the crew. Your crude captain left a lot to be desired in terms of intelligent conversation, but in contrast, Killer would inquire about the book you were reading or if you needed a late night snack.

Tonight you were drawn into the kitchen by the delicious smell of garlic and onions being sautéed in oil and butter. You enter the galley and can’t help but flit over to the stove where Killer was diligently working. You lean over the pot of boiling pasta water and the steam feels nice on your dry, salt-worn skin.

“Mmmmm, smells so yummy, Kil!” He was nearly a foot taller than you, so it was easy to sneak in-between him and the stove to get a better whiff of his decadent culinary creations.

You feel his massive chest behind you vibrate as he chuckles.

“Thank you, little one. I hope you’re hungry.”

*SLAM*

“Hey, that shit smells good!” Kid exclaims as he barrels into the kitchen, slightly drunk already. Killer whips his head around to look at his captain. You take this moment to lean your head back and try to peek under the gap between his chin and his mask. You strain your eyes but all you can see is darkness. Your efforts are quickly thwarted as Killer returns his attention to the stove to stir the pasta.

“Are you making that thing I like? The spaghetti cars banana?” Kid asks as he takes a sip of his beer.

Killer sighs.

“Carbonara. It’s carbonara, for the last fucking time.” Killer looks down at you. “Dinner’s almost ready, why don’t you wait at the table?”

You smile up at him, searching the holes in his mask for any clue at his expression. You nod and proceed to set the dining table for the evening meal.

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After you had your fill of wine and pasta (making sure to gesture to Killer and show him your clean plate to which he gives you a playful thumbs up), you decided you’d treat yourself to a hot bath. You were sure that the rest of the crew would spend the rest of the night drinking themselves stupid so you could enjoy a quiet bath in peace.

You stroll into the bathroom with your towel and lay it next to the tub. You put the plug in and get the hot water started. You search the cabinets for some sort of bubble bath, but end of having to settle on an unmarked bottle of body wash. You pour the soap into the bath and white, fluffy bubbles start to form on the surface of the water.

Once the tub was full, you shut off the water and stripped yourself of your filthy, ocean-smelling clothes. You step into the steaming water one foot at a time and gently lower yourself into the bathtub. As soon as you’re settled with your head leaning against the edge of the tub you release a deep sigh.

After a few minutes of soaking, you find yourself almost drifting off. The doorknob clicking open snapped you out of your daze. The wooden bathroom door creaked open and Killer stepped inside the bathroom.

You instinctively cover your breasts with your hands, but it goes unnoticed by the intruder who went straight for the sink and counter on the opposite side of the room. You realize that he hasn’t even noticed your presence so you hold your breath, not wanting to startle or upset him. He stands at the sink for a moment with his hands gripping the counter.

He then raises his hands and reaches for the back of his head.

Oh my god. He was taking his mask off.

You were paralyzed, breath caught in your chest, eyes locked on the golden locks spilling from behind the mask. He leans down and pulls the mask off and leaves it on the counter to his right. You involuntarily slap your hand over your mouth in surprise.

You eyes are fixed on the bathroom mirror when you see a pair of angled, sharp blue eyes staring back at you in it.

“I know you’re there, little one.”

You gasp. You still can’t move, stuck staring into those enchanting eyes. The only other things you could see were worn white bandages and messy blonde hair cascading from atop his head.

“Come on out now… I want to show you something.” Killer says without turning around.

You were mesmerized by his sweet voice, so you obeyed and stood up and stepped out of the tub. You dried off quickly and wrapped your towel around your torso before Killer interrupted you.

“You won’t need that. Leave it. Come here.”

You drop the towel and hesitantly approach the man at the sink, his muscles rippling in his back through his blue tee shirt.

“Jump up here. I want you to help me take the bandages off.” Killer pats the counter to his left.

You were frozen in place and your eyes were glued to the floor, so anxious about seeing his face.

“Be a good girl and listen. Up.” Killer pats the counter again, more forcefully this time.

“Yes, Kil…” You squeak and turn around and use the heels of your hands to pull yourself up onto the counter. You still would’t look up.

“It’s ok… you can look…” Killer puts his hand over yours as it rested on the counter. You slowly raise your head and see a face covered in bandages, the only parts exposed being a thick pair of dark plum lips and those piercing eyes you saw staring at you from the mirror. You suck in a breath.

“Here..” Killer pulls your hand and places one of the edges of the bandage in it and helped you begin to unravel it. With each pass of your hand across his face, Killer strokes up and down your bare thigh, causing you to open your legs involuntarily.

With no sounds other than your own heavy breathing, you finally reveal Killer’s face. You gasp as you pull your hand to back your chest. He was so beautiful. His bright eyes such a contrast against his olive tanned skin. His chin was chiseled and his nose was pointed so sharply. You also notice faint scars littering his cheeks, similar to the ones on his left arm. You didn’t care, he was still handsome to you.

“Killer… you’re… so pretty…” You reach a hand up and gingerly touch his cheek. He smiles softly. You curse him silently for keeping that smile from you for so long. He laughs and nuzzles into your hand.

“Not as pretty as you, little one. Will you let me see you, too?”

“W-what do you mean?” You question.

“Put your legs up, spread yourself for me.” He states as he starts bending your knees to place your feet on the counter at your sides, widely exposing your most intimate area to him. You feel blush fill your cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“Mmm… now that’s pretty…” Killer coos as he slides his huge hand down your inner thigh to stroke up and down your slit with his thumb, sticky slick coating his digit. You find yourself shivering in anticipation under his touch. He begins focusing his movements on your clit as he rubs it in agonizingly slow circles, working you up at a painful pace.

You can’t do anything but pant heavily and stare at his hand caressing your naked sex.

“Look at me.” Killer demands. You oblige and look up at his exposed face. Your mouth hangs open as you keep his gaze, his rough thumb on your clit driving your crazy.

“Killer…” You whimper up at him.

“You’re so wet, sweet girl. So ready to get stretched out, hmm?” His lips curl into a devious smirk.

You nod dumbly without breaking eye contact.

Killer plunges two large fingers into your soaked hole and immediately curls them up into your spot.

“Shit, Kil!” You cry out and grab his bicep with one hand, supporting yourself on your other palm. He pulls and tugs his fingers repeatedly inside of you while grinding the base of his hand into your clit.

“I can’t hold it! I’m gonna! Fuck, Killer!” You whine loudly as you feel the coil in your belly tighten dangerously. You slam your eyes shut and grab onto his arm with both hands, leaning forward into him for support.

“That’s good little one, hold onto me, just let go for me…”

“OH FUCK!” You cry out and fluids spray out of your body onto both Killer and the bathroom floor. Your core squeezes and spasms, tears threatening to spill from your eyes as Killer helps you through your orgasm by whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Slumped over into his shoulder, Killer removes his fingers from your core and scoops you up in one arm off the counter.

“You did such a good job, cumming so nicely for me. Think you can take my cock now?” Killer asks as he hikes you up in his grip, forcing you to look at him again.

“Yes, I want it, please…” You say softly, still coming down from your previous high.

“Perfect.” Killer chuckles and turns to carry you to the table that you usually used for folding laundry. He lays your naked, flushed form gently down on the surface of the table and rips his shirt over his head. He quickly unbuckles his belt and shuffles his jeans down his legs and steps out of them. His huge dick bobs in your direction, uncut tip red and leaking.

“It… it’s not gonna fit…” You breath out as you stare in awe at his member while sitting up on your elbows.

Killer grins again and steps between your spread legs, slapping his cock on your abdomen, showing exactly how deep it was supposed to go inside of you. You audibly whimper at the thought.

“Sweetheart… you like being a good girl, right?” He coos down at you, his massive frame eclipsing most of the light in the room. He rubs soothing circles into your hip with his hand.

“Mhmm…” You sheepishly nod.

“So you’re gonna lay there and take this whole cock in that tight little cunt of yours like a good girl, hmm?” He teases as he pulls back and guides his tip to rub up and down on your clit.

“Mmmmhmmmm” You whine and buck your hips up into his touch. Killer uses this permission to press his heavy cockhead into your soaked opening. Inch by inch he splits your body open, the stretch causing you to moan out.

“That’s right, little one… feels good, doesn’t it?” Killer reaches up a huge palm to squeeze and pinch your sensitive nipple.

“Fuck, Kil! So full!” You squeeze your eyes shut and try to relax on his giant member.

“Oh, my sweet baby, I’m not even all the way in yet!” Killer gives you a sinister laugh. He takes his opportunity to push his hips flush against yours and your writhe and cry from the sensation. You had never been this full in your life, he was truly stuffing you to your limits and it felt so good. He rubs your clit with one hand as he pulls back out, groaning lowly as he feels your cunt desperately cling to him and try to suck his member back in.

Killer begins thrusting his hips, keeping most of himself sheathed deep inside of your walls and his hand gripped your waist to pull you back into him with each thrust.

“Ah!” You moan and whine, grabbing and scratching at Killer’s broad chest as he molds your insides to the shape of his cock. You could barely breath, the man inside of you so large that you felt like he was in your chest. Killer speeds up his ministrations on your swollen clit.

“Come on sweetheart… I feel you squeezing me, you’re close again…” Killer picks up the pace of his thrusts and you shriek out at the force of his hips slamming into your ass and thighs. “Fucking give it to me!” Killer presses harder into your clit and you scream and explode for the second time that night, for the first time on his cock.

Tears were now freely flowing down your red cheeks and you could no longer form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. You were a babbling, bouncing mess being speared by Killer’s massive girth. You were so dick drunk that your eyes were rolling back in your head.

“More, more, more, more!” You slur out from your helpless state, spread out on the laundry table.

“What a greedy little pussy… so fucked out and you want more? Want me to fill you, my sweet girl? Make sure you feel me for days…” Killer punctuated his last sentence with a push to your lower stomach.

“Uh huh! Kil, please! Cum inside!” You try to nod your head but the force of Killer’s strokes made it nearly impossible.

“Hnnnggg…” Killer slams his hips deep into yours and blows his heavy load into your wet, waiting walls. He leans down and buries his head in the crook of your neck as his cock still twitches inside of you. As his orgasm subsides, he sighs and slowly pulls out of your spent cunt, leaving a heavy stream of semen to pour out of your hole. He holds himself up above your head and looks down at you and smiles.

You smile back. You lift a shaky hand and cup his cheek.

“It’s you…” You whisper as he gazes affectionately into your eyes.

“It is me. And you’re mine now.” Killer says. Before he pushes himself off the table and grabs your towel to wrap around his waist. After fastening the towel securely he grabs you by your sides off the table and throws your nude body over his shoulder. He carries you out of the bathroom, presumably to his bedroom.

“What the fuck Killer?” Kid calls from down the hallway, spotting you both. “Why is y/n naked? What the hell are you doing?”

“Going to enjoy my dessert.” He calls back at his captain.

It was going to be a long night.

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thejakeslayla · 7 months

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╰─▸ ❝ soulmate connection ❞ - ,, jake sim

pairing bf!jake x gn!reader ୨୧ genre fluff non idol au ୨୧ warnings none ୨୧ wc 0.5k ୨୧ req; prompt 20 (falling asleep on the couch, waking up to not only a blanket around them, but their partner squeezed in behind them); dialouge 27 (“how come you always end up under my blanket?”);

you signed while entering your flat, the first week of autumn was absolutely awful. not just because of the heavy workload but also due to the relentless weather.

you had always enjoyed the rain, but only when you were snugly wrapped in a blanket with a warm cup of tea and soft music playing in the background, listening to the raindrops gently tapping against your window. the rain lost its charm when you found yourself soaked for the third time this week as you stepped inside your flat.

without wasting any time, you changed into dry clothes and took a soothing warm shower, hoping to restore your body to its normal temperature. exiting the bathroom, you couldn't ignore the uncomfortable sensation in your throat, and your head throbbed.

cursing silently, you realised you were experiencing the first symptoms of a cold. a few minutes later, you entered the living room, clutching a couple of medicine packages in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other. you settled down and placed everything on the coffee table.

you turned on the tv to break the silence that had filled your apartment and took the pills, all the while trying to focus on the show playing.

you didn’t even noticed when you drifted off to sleep on the sofa, your body curled up in search of warmth.

when jake arrived at the apartment, he noticed the unusual quietness, the only sound being the muffled tv. he was surprised that you didn't greet him as usual, assuming you were just focused on the show playing. however, he was surprised when he entered the living room and found you fast asleep, surrounded by medication. concern immediately welled up within him.

"oh, my angel," he whispered softly, gently brushing the hair away from your face. he planted a tender kiss on your forehead and briefly left the living room to get a blanket from your shared bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes along the way.

upon his return, you were still in a deep asleep. jake covered you with the blanket and contemplated that taking a quick afternoon nap wouldn't hurt anyone. he carefully manoeuvred your body to create some space for himself, and as he did, you groaned in your sleep, instinctively wrapping your arms around him, your cheek resting against his chest.

ake's heart nearly melted when he saw how cuddly you were. he couldn't resist planting another kiss on your cheek, which stirred you from your slumber. you rubbed your eyes and glanced around, a bit disoriented when you found yourself unable to move due to jake's arms embracing you.

"jake? you're back already?" your voice sounded husky and deep, likely from a sore throat.

"sweetheart, you sound terrible. didn't you wear the scarf i got you?" he inquired, his hand gently stroking your hair.

"i didn't," you admitted, resting your head on his chest once more. you closed your eyes, listening to the soothing rhythm of jake's heartbeat. "i was in a hurry this morning."

your boyfriend let out a sigh in response, his fingers continuing to play with your hair.

“how come you always end up under my blanket?” you broke the silence after a few minutes. "especially when i need you the most?"

"i just know, my love," he replied, his voice still soft, just like honey; a sweet feeling wrapping around your heart. "it's what they call a soulmate connection."

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redhead1180 · 2 months

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My So-Called Punishment

About - JJ x fem!reader

Summary - You have been in a mood all day and JJ decides to take matters in his own hands.

Warnings - MDNI, smut, hair pulling, rough housing (?), cursing, fighting, p in v, oral (f rec), let me know if missed anything

A/N - I was having a bad day and decided, I thought a little pure JJ smut would put a smile on my face. Between multiple moots talking about his biceps and the above gif, I had my inspiration. I wanted out faster, but I needed a nap when I got stuck. Then I needed a few cigarettes to get thru the smut. 🙄 Don't judge me.

Credit to original owners of gifs and @saradika-graphics for dividers. 😊

I had been in a shit mood all day. I really didn't know why, yea work was awful, but what else was new. The shit mood started when I woke up. Even JJ's sexy morning voice couldn't make me smile. When I got back to John B's after work, I had at snapped John B, JJ, and even poor Pope, every time they talked to me.

I had gotten a few side eyes from JJ and knew I was pushing my luck with him. The last snarky comment from me to JJ had earned a jaw snap and 'the look' saying I was about to piss him off.

JJ, John B, Pope, and I were watching a movie later in the evening and I got up to get me a beer. JJ asks nicely, I will give him that, to grab him one and I for no reason snap at him "Are you're legs fucking broken?". That was it, he stands up and comes over grabs my hand to drag me to the spare room.

"Somebody's in trouble" John B sings as JJ pulls me through the kitchen to his room.

"Don't be too rough, bro" Pope yells as JJ pushes me in the room.

"Listen, babe, I don't know what the fuck you're problem is today, but I have had it!" He growls at me as he throws me on the bed, slamming the door behind him. I land on my back and my head snaps back up, but I don't waste any time, I turn over and start scrambling to get up and off the bed. I was in for it, I knew it, but I wasn't going down just yet. Maybe this was what I wanted all day, to let off some sexual steam, cause I could feel the heat growing in my core. But I didn't want JJ to know that.

"Oh no, you ain't going anywhere" he snaps as he grabs my ankles, making me slam onto my stomach and starts pulling me back to the edge of the bed. I am trying to grab anything along the way, sheets, pillows, to get leverage to pull myself away. It wasn't doing any good cause they just came with me.

"JJ I ain't in the mood for this" I grunt as I try to kick and thrash at him. He could easily overpower me, we both knew it, but what was the fun in that. He knew I enjoyed trying to assert my dominance, as much as he enjoyed dominating me.

He slaps me hard on my bare thigh and hisses at me "That's for kicking at me". I buried my face as I let out a small moan, hoping he didn't hear it or see the way it soaked my panties. I still wasn't ready to give in, but the fire in my veins was raging. Before I could move, he reaches over me and grabs my shorts and panties, and yanks them both down my legs and tosses them.

"JJ, I swear to God - " I yelp mid sentence as JJ smacks my ass hard, leaving a red hand print. Then leans over me rubbing my cheek to help with the sting.

"You swear what, hmm love?" he teases me in my ear. He stands back up and sits down, hands wrapped around my ankles, attempting to pull my legs over his lap. I am still squirming and thrashing around.

"Stop squirming and being a brat, dammit!" he growls at me smacking my ass again. "You're only making this harder on yourself" I involuntarily let out a moan and feel my hole clench around nothing. I had slowed down enough, his hand wraps around the back of my neck and his other arm wraps around my thighs like a vice grip. I am literally bent over his lap and can't do anything, but squirm a bit. I was getting winded and the fight was getting knocked out of me. He adjusted his arm, effectively pushing my red tinged butt into in the air.

"Is this what you wanted, did you just need a spanking from daddy?" he questions, "Cause from the way you soaked your panties and are dripping down your leg, that's the outcome you wanted." He lets up on his vice grip and I feel him slide his hand between my thighs and pull causing me to gasp as cool air hits my wet hole. I feel his fingers start to run through my folds. I swallow a moan as the fire in my veins starts raging.

"I think 20 slaps are deserved for your brattiness today." he sternly says, "what do you think, princess, hmm?" He continues to rub my wetness around my folds never quite hitting my clit. I stay silent, using the silent treatment against him. I want to growl and moan at the same time. Against my will, I start to move against his fingers, trying for more. He slaps my pussy, making me cry out.

"I asked you a question" he growls. "I can keep this up all day, love."

"Yes!" I huff out.

He smacks my pussy again, drops of my arousal flying through the air.

"Yes what?"

"Yes daddy!" I huff out

"Count for me and don't mess up or we start back at one." He murmurs.

He smacks my cheek hard, I bite my lip and grunt "One." He smacks my other cheek, I feel the back of my eyes start to burn, "Two." He smacks the first cheek again, I let out a small whimper, "Three". He continues to smack my ass, switching cheeks after each one. When done, I am in tears, sniffling, biting and gripping the sheets for dear life.

He gets up and rolls me gently over, laying between my legs, then reaches up and wipes the tears away with his thumbs. "Are we gonna give daddy anymore problems today" he gently asks, as he looks into my eyes, nuzzling his nose against mine.

"No." I whimper out looking back at him, with big doe eyes, tears still in the corners.

"Aww baby I tried to give you warnings, but you wouldn't listen." He mewls as he starts to kiss my tear soaked cheeks. One hand reaching down to rub my hip and thigh lovingly.

"I know," I sputter "I just been in a shit mood all day and I don't know why. Then work was horrible, dealing with kooks harassing me the whole time. I just couldn't help it. "

He brushes some hair off my forehead, chewing on his lip, as if having an internal debate.

"Well I shouldn't ask this, since you were just punished, but you want daddy to make you feel better?" he asks with a little grin.

"Mhmm, please"

He smirks and leans down, kissing me gently, his hand moving from my hip to snake up my stomach, leaving goosebumps in it's wake, and pinch my already hardened nipple. He breaks the kiss for a second to pull my shirt over my head and immediately reattaches his lips to mine forcing his tongue into my mouth. His hand reaches behind my head to grip my hair causing my to tilt up, giving him more access. What was a gentle kiss had turned into a hungry, tongue dominating, teeth clashing kiss that was making my toes curl and forget all about my stinging ass. I let out a whine as I kiss him back just as hungrily.

I desperately start to pull at his shirt, wanting it off, letting out whines and whimpers as he continues his assault on my lips. Desperately needing air, I pull back from the kiss and he starts to place open mouthed kisses down my jaw and neck.

"You have too many clothes on, daddy" I moan out. I hear him chuckle as uses the hand that was on my boob, reaches behind his head, grabs his shirt and pulls it off. His hand going back to its previous spot. I groan loving the feel of his back muscles beneath my hands. His mouth finds a new home on my other tit, sucking and nibbling, until I was pushing my hips up to meet him.

"Is my baby girl a little needy?" he teases as he kisses down my stomach.

"Yes, need more"

"Daddy's got you, I am gonna make you forget all about your shitty mood..." he kissed a trail from hip to hip and then settles on his stomach between my thighs. He uses his fingers to spread me open, blowing gently on my hole, sending a wave of electricity through my system.

"Please daddy!" you gasp grabbing his hair, trying to pull him toward you.

JJ places an open mouthed kiss on you and begins running his tongue through your folds. "God baby you have the sweetest pussy on the whole damn island." he rasps as he starts sucking your pearl. You know you aren't going to last long, the fire running through you going straight to your core. Without letting up his assault on your clit, he slips a finger in and immediately curves it to that sweet spot that will leave you in tremors.

"Fuck!" you gasp out, throwing your head back deeper into the bed, grabbing his hair and holding him to you. He adds another finger and speeds up pumping his fingers in and out of you, your arousal juices running down his fingers and hand, being slung all over your thighs. That familiar pain settles in your core telling you that you were on the edge.

"I'm cum-" you start to gasp, but it turns into a scream as you topple over the edge. JJ removes his fingers and moves mouth to slurp the juices spilling out of you.

JJ sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of hand, "We're not done yet princess" he drawls as he grabs my hips and flips me on my stomach. He rubs my red ass and then puts in the prone position, laying down on top and wrapping his arm around me neck.

Without any warning, he thrusts into me all the way, letting out a groan and starts pounding into me. I grab his biceps and bite him to muffle my scream, the burn from him stretching me almost too much. JJ hisses "Easy baby".

The pain doesn't last long and I become a moaning mess, letting out "uh-uhs" every time he slams into me. JJ's essence is all around me. I can smell salt water, weed and mint. I feel the warmth of his body all over me as he lays on top of me, his sweat mixing with mine as our bodies rub together. The strength of his arm around my neck, so strong, yet so gentle and never hurts me. His other hand on my hip, gripping me to the position he wants. I consume it all into my senses, like a hungry wolf.

"Fuck baby you taking me so good, so fucking tight" JJ moans in my ear. As he speeds up, arm squeezing tighter around my neck, I can hear little grunts and whines coming from him. "Jesus fuck, princess, I love you" he babbles in my ear.

"I love you too, daddy" I grunt out.

JJ pulls my butt up and hits my G-spot, making me cry out. I use one hand to grab the headboard and the other hangs on to his bicep for dear life. My vision starts to go blurry as I see stars every time he hits that spot. I can feel my orgasm building as he slams into me.

"Daddy I am close" I moan out.

"Cmon baby, let go for me" JJ whispers as his hand moves from hip to my clit. He starts vigorously rubbing figure eights on it, helping me reach my high. I feel his thrusts start to stutter, can tell he is getting close too.

"Be a good girl for daddy and cum all over my cock" he rasps out placing his forehead between my shoulder blades.

The praise was all it took for my orgasm to hit like freight train and cause me to clench around JJ, screaming to God and Jesus as the pleasure rushed over me in waves. There is a ringing in my ear, I see stars, and I feel the gush of liquid rush out of me all over my thighs.

"O fuck babe, gonna -shit- rip my -o fuck- dick off" JJ stutters out. He lets out a loud groan as thrusts in me and stills. I let go of the headboard and reach behind me to grab his head holding it close to me.

JJ continues to slowly thrust in me, riding out highs out, then collapses on top of me. My legs are shaking and I am gasping for breath. He takes a minute, catching his breath, then starts leaving kisses along my shoulder blades. He slowly slides out of me and attempts to get up, I let out a whimper and hold tight to his arm.

"I'm not go anywhere baby" he softly chuckles. "Just moving over to the side so I don't smush you."

I weakly turn over on to my back and JJ is on his side, head on his hand, elbow bent, looking down at me. He reaches up and pulls my hair off my sweaty face. He leans down and gives me a sweet kiss.

"Feeling better princess" he smirks down at me.

I smile, a little wobbly, and whisper "Yes." I pause and and bite my finger, look up at him mischievously "I think my shit mood is gone now"

He bursts out laughing, grabbing me for a hug, "God you're gonna be the death of me."

We both hear John B from the living room yell, "Are y'all finally done fucking?"

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another-lost-mc · 11 months

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SATAN x gn!Reader 2.5k Words | NSFW | Smut -> Prompts: Kissing on the Dance Floor & "Don't blush, I liked it" & Sleepy Cuddles Content warnings: Jealousy (Reader), making out/grinding in public, oral sex/fingering (Reader receiving), penetrative sex. [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

The House of Lamentation is surprisingly quiet most Friday evenings. Lucifer goes to his private study and nurses a glass of Demonus while he listens to his cursed records. Levi stays up late playing online games with his friends. Beel goes out with his Fangol teammates after their practice, and Belphie usually naps in his room waiting for him to get back. Mammon goes to the casino or a modeling gig if he has one booked, and Asmo likes to spend his night at The Fall or one of the other clubs.

Before you and Satan started dating each other, he used to go out with Asmo most Friday nights too. It gave him a chance to blow off steam and he could forget about his troubles, if only for a few hours. If he was feeling particularly riled up, he followed a witch or lust demon to an empty bathroom stall or dark corner for a little carnal relief. Sometimes he accompanied Asmo to after-parties where he had his pick of whoever he wanted; he would go home afterwards, in the early hours of the morning, feeling more relaxed with no regrets.

Asmo still asks him to go out every once in a while, but his invitation naturally includes you, too. Most of the time, Satan prefers to stay home with you while the others are distracted with their own plans. He doesn’t always say it, but he cherishes your moments of quiet domesticity together and he doesn’t like taking them for granted.

Tonight he gives you the look, the one that says, I would love to dance with you tonight, but only if you want to, love. He smiles at you and reaches for your hand when you nod, and Asmo claps excitedly and urges you both to hurry up and change.

There’s a pop song blaring through the club speakers and it reverberates through the dance floor. Satan’s hands are on your waist and you’re both swaying together along with the music. His eyes stare into yours, and even in the dim club lights, you can see how fondly he looks at you. His smile is more reserved in public, but no less kind or loving.

You offer him nervous smiles of your own, but the crowd around you is distracting. All of the Avatars of Sin naturally draw attention when they go out, and it’s easy to forget that Satan is something of a celebrity in the Devildom. Some of the other club-goers hover in the vicinity, their faces displaying a mixture of unashamed desire for Satan and thinly-veiled jealousy of you. You do your best to ignore it, but dancing and nerves make sweat form along the back of your neck, and you think you need a break.

When the song ends, you point over your shoulder and let Satan know that you’re going to use the washroom and get some water. He offers to go with you, but you shake your head and tell him you won't be long. He doesn't want anything for himself when you ask, but kisses your cheek and urges you to hurry back. His beaming smile is infectious, and you wonder if you're worrying about nothing.

You’re only gone for a few minutes. The bathroom is surprisingly empty and you take a moment to splash your face with cool water and take some deep, calming breaths. You look better leaving than you did when you entered. You head to the bar next; the bartender smiles and slides you an icy-cold glass bottle of water. You gulp down nearly half the bottle in one go and laughter bubbles out of you as you finish your drink happily; you're not normally a jealous person, and you feel so silly.

The current song has a heavy bass line, and the atmosphere in the club feels heavier now too; the demons grind against their dance partners in a way that makes your cheeks grow warm.

You push into the crowd until you spot a familiar head of blonde hair peeking through. You’re about to call out to Satan, but you choke on his name—there’s a witch hanging off one of his arms and an incubus leaning over his other shoulder. You can’t hear them because of the blaring music, but Satan looks annoyed with their persistent attempts to lure him into a dance.

The jealousy you tried to ignore earlier surges through you all over again, and seeing others paw at your lover for attention so shamelessly causes something in you to snap. You march towards them—as best as you can, considering you have to fight the crowd of dancers to get there—and Satan’s face lights up with relief when he sees you. He calls your name while he nudges away his old club acquaintances, but you surprise him by reaching for the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. He isn’t expecting it and he stumbles towards you, and the busybodies clinging to him fall away.

He grunts against your mouth but it quickly turns into a moan as he melts into the kiss. He opens his lips so your tongue can flick greedily at his. One of his hands cradles the back of your neck while the other slides down your body and curls around your hip. Everything else seems to fade away except for the hot, needy kisses you share. You pull back with a gasp when the passionate kiss leaves you breathless, and Satan licks his lips with a dazed expression on his face.

The others who were trying to get his attention disappeared into the crowd. The victorious satisfaction you feel is quickly replaced by embarrassment, and you stare at your feet and mumble apologies for your impulsive behaviour.

Satan lifts your chin up with his finger and his eyes almost seem to glow in the dark, blazing brightly with affection for you. “I liked it,” he says loud enough for you to hear over the music as he leans forward to kiss you again. This kiss is softer but no less thrilling, and when both his hands are settled on your hips, he encourages you to move with him as a new song starts to play.

Something changes between you as the music’s rhythm guides your movements. Satan urges your hips to press flush against his so he can grind against you, and his hands slowly curl past the swell of your hip so he can grope at your ass. You’re pressed together chest-to-hip, and his hardening cock rubs against you as you move together. He brushes his lips across your temple and down the side of your face, and he licks at the sweat beading along your jaw and down your neck. He nips lightly at your skin with his teeth; you bite your lip to suppress the urge to whine.

He gives up all pretense of dancing when he slips a thigh between your legs and gives you friction to alleviate the burning desire building deep in your belly. Your fingers cling to his shirt and by the time the song ends, you’re nearly delirious with lust for him. He raises his head and his eyes are nearly blown black; his cock twitches against you and he moans when you grind against him just a little more.

“Let’s get out of here,” he suggests with a rough voice, and he doesn’t even wait for your response—he leads you by the hand off the dance floor like a demon possessed, and he takes you home the fastest way he knows how.

Satan kicks at the front door with his foot, and he crowds you against the wall as the door slams shut. He crushes his lips against yours and groans into your mouth when your fingers tangle in his hair and pull him even closer.

The hand on the small of your back coaxes your body into a deeper arch against him, and his other hand slides under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. You break the kiss to tilt your head back against the wall and moan while his lips instantly latch onto your exposed throat. He scrapes the sensitive skin with his teeth and chases the taste of your sweat-slicked skin.

"Want you," you whimper even as your hands find purchase in his shirt and you give him more access to your neck. You bite your lip to muffle your moans as his greedy fingers explore between your legs.

"Fuck, me too," he pants, but he can't seem to stop touching you either; your skin is so soft and warm. "Your room's closer than mine,” he mumbles as he reluctantly pulls his hand away. The musky scent of your arousal floods his senses, and he's so tempted to drag you down to the floor and mount you right here in the hallway.

"Please," you beg, and he finally relents. You freeze in place when he lifts his glistening fingers and sucks them into his mouth. He hums appreciatively at the taste and smirks around his fingers when he realizes you’re staring.

You can’t take much more of this. You spin on your heel and head towards your room knowing he's not even a step behind you. You're already tugging your shirt over your head when you open the door to your room; he follows you inside and locks the door behind him. He fumbles with his belt and unbuttons his own shirt as his greedy eyes roam your half-naked body. You rummage clumsily through your nightstand for a bottle of lube and toss it onto the bed.

You lay down while he walks towards you, leaving a trail of his discarded clothing on the floor. He's completely bare to you by the time he kneels between your legs. He flicks open your button and fly, and you lift your hips off the mattress so he can shimmy your pants off and toss them to the floor.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and spread your legs for him. You feel so desperate as he leaves a trail of hot, opened-mouth kisses over the curve of your belly and down the inside of your thigh. He glances at you from beneath his lashes and finally licks along the edge of your arousal. He grins against your hot, slick skin when you tilt your head back and breathe out a stuttered moan.

You fall back onto the bed and wind your fingers through his hair as his sinful lips suck greedily, teasing more delicious arousal from your body. You scratch his scalp every time his tongue flicks against you, and you writhe against the sheets underneath him. "Come on, fuck me, please?" you whine. You're already so noisy and he's barely touched you.

Satan’s cock hangs heavy between his legs, and it throbs with every sound you make. No matter how much he wants you, he won't rush this. "Wanna make sure you're ready for me. Don't wanna hurt you," he mumbles against you before he continues his ministrations with his mouth.

He wraps one of his hands around your thigh to keep you steady while his other hand reaches blindly for the lube. It's rushed and sloppy, but he manages to flick the cap open and coat his fingers. He rubs them together so it doesn't feel too cold, but your breath still hitches in anticipation when he circles your entrance.

The slick glide of his first finger inside you rips a breathy moan from your throat. You roll your hips in silent pleas for more, and it's not long before you're fucking yourself on three of his fingers. Your body clenches around the thick digits and he feels how close you are already.

"D'you wanna come on my fingers or my cock?" he asks roughly as he crooks his fingers against the spongy spot inside you.

"Want you inside me," you whine even as you try to take his fingers even deeper inside. "Want you inside me when I come."

There's no way he can possibly refuse you now, and he withdraws his hand from between your legs when he raises up onto his knees and shuffles forward. Your trembling thighs wrap around his waist and the heels of your feet against his back urge him closer.

He braces himself on his arms above you, and you both moan as his cock presses against your entrance and finally slips inside in one long, deep stroke. When you nod, he pulls back and snaps his hips forward. You fist your hands in the sheets to anchor you as his thrusts become faster and harder, his pace quickened by all-consuming lust and unending adoration for you.

Your bedroom fills with the sounds of your bodies moving together, the soft, wet squelch of your body greedily sucking his cock inside your needy hole, and the rhythmic squeaks of your mattress as he attempts to fuck you through it.

You're both cursing and moaning your pleasure, loudly and more frequently as he drives you both towards the edge. He reaches between your bodies and strokes you relentlessly; the hot touch of his hand between your legs again makes you cry out.

"Come on," he pleads, his own voice quivering as he tries to hold back his pleasure so you can reach yours first. "Come on my cock, baby, fuck–"

A few more precise strokes of his hand and deep, grinding thrusts drive you over the edge, and his name stumbles from your lips in a desperate mantra as he fucks you through the aftershocks. Your release is warm and sticky between your bodies, and he comes undone watching you fall apart. He groans your name, a guttural sound from deep within his chest, and he pumps his hips sloppily against yours as he fills your hole with ropes of hot, sticky cum.

He gazes at your face with so much intensity, like he's trying to commit everything about this moment to memory. You're both panting heavily and covered in the evidence of your lovemaking. His cock softens and slips out of you, and you moan gently at the sensation of being empty again. He glances down between your bodies and stares with primitive satisfaction as his release trickles out of you and onto the sheets.

He collapses beside you on the bed and pulls you into his arms. Even though you feel overheated and tacky with sweat, you nuzzle into his embrace. He peppers your face with soft, lazy kisses, and he sighs tiredly against your temple.

"We should probably shower," he murmurs. He reaches for a discarded shirt on the floor and cleans some of the mess between your legs. He tosses the shirt away; he'll help you wash the clothes and bedding tomorrow.

"Too tired," you mumble against his chest with a poorly-concealed yawn. His fingers stroke your back gently and you tangle your legs with his. "This is nice," you whisper.

He nods and kisses your brow. "We should go dancing more often," he teases gently, and he laughs when you whine in embarrassment and bury your face in his chest.

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tojismain · 8 months

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toji x sick!reader synopsis. you have a migraine and mama bear toji takes over (I love him)

This was not an attractive position to be in. Not in any way you can think of. Face planted into the bed, body stiff and straight, Toji confused and worried.

With work piling on your desk and people speaking to you in different tones of aggressive, work had been more than exhausting. You made it home at 5pm, Toji still caught up in whatever he was doing. A migraine caught up to you faster than you could change out of your clothes, and so, with your blouse unbuttoned and your shoes taken off, you opted for taking away your senses, and shoving your face into the mattress.

Toji makes it home and is in the midst of loosening his collar as he walks into the bedroom, when his eyes are caught on your figure. Toji is not a stranger to you taking naps, he usually joins you. This time, something was clearly off.

"Sweetheart? You asleep?", he asks as he turns on the lamp on your bedside table. Although your face is mostly covered, the light makes it through the gaps— making you want to cry as the headache worsens. In a sloth-like movement, you use your hands to cover your face even more, hence, inciting the worry he's now certainly feeling.

He grimaces at your action and turns off the light, "headache?". Toji knows that the headaches you got every once in a while, were anything but desirable. He notices a slight movement of your head, which indicates a 'yes, toji, im currently dying, so please stop talking', which he's also familiar with.

He takes a seat next to your place on the bed and asks you to roll over slightly, mindful of his gruff voice. You do as he says and his hand —which dwarves over your own— is then placed on the back of your neck. You can feel his stillness as he calculates what's an okay temperature.

You see, Toji's mean, unbelievably so, cruel intentions and an even crueler smile. Not with you. Never with you. It's different, the way he looks at you, the way his eyes soften after coming home, his guard down, and his head light. But even then, he's still learning, what's okay, what's not, when you need him and when you're capable. Right now though, you needed him, desperately. It was either him, or feeling like someone was actively banging metal in your head.

So he decides that the heat coming off of your neck was not normal. He learns, for you. His scarred hand moves over to your forehead as your eyes are screwed shut. As his hand moves to lift off, you decide that's not good enough, so you grab his hand and lower it back on your forehead. It was warm, and surprisingly helping with the migraine.

"Baby, i'll be right back, okay?", he says worriedly. Unaware of why you're gripping his hand so gently against your skin.

You whimper shaking your head. "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt baby?", he seems relieved to hear you talk.

You drag his hand to the right side of your head. "Here", you whisper, sighing as his hand relieves some of the ache.

He brushes his thumb delicately over the same place.

"I'll get you some pain killers, it's definitely a migraine."

You shake your head once more, "just a second", you promise as you keep holding his hand against your head.

"Just a second", he vows with softening eyes. He uses his other hand to cup over your adjacent cheek, brushing your hair out of the way.

When Toji lets go, he leaves the room to grab painkillers, and unbeknownst to you, he also boils water for a heating pad, grabs a mug of steaming water— boiled with lemon and ginger, and he got a ton of water bottles. A ton. He would never admit that he definitely googled all of that.

When he's back, you're back to your position against your pillow, head sinked in, arms surrounding your face.

He places the tray with everything on your bedside table. You turn your head and spot the contents, you squint at him.

"Are you going to drown me?".

Toji chuckles and shushes you, "you need to stay hydrated", is his response

"Mmm", you hum in reply. A sharp pain then shoots behind your eye making you screw your eyes shut and you let out another whimper.

"Sweetheart?", Toji is careful not to touch you, knowing that now, it could make it worse.

The pain fades for a second, and you open your eyes as you feel tears prick in their corners.

"Hey, why are you crying?", Toji's eyebrows furrow in concern. His sentence more of a demand than a question. A pout visible on the creases of his lips.

You don't answer him, only looking for ways to stop the headache, it was excruciating, more so than usual. But you knew it would go away, especially with him here.

And so Toji uses his warm hands, warm tone, and light touch to lull you to sleep after taking the pills, knowing that it was the only way the painkillers were going to work best and how your migraine would go away.

As you're sleeping, Toji sits next to you on guard. It was almost as if everything disappeared, and your frame was the only thing visible in his sight. If anyone asked him, he would probably say you had a halo over your hurting head. To Toji, his senses almost heightened when you were sleeping, he didn't want you hurt, ever. He needed you safe and he hated seeing you vulnerable. His hand hovers over your head, caressing whenever he knew he couldn't wake you. He grabs a warmed cloth and puts it on your forehead, careful not to press too much weight onto your head.

For a big person, he was small in his gestures— soft, and willing.

An hour later, you feel a feather-like touch caressing your nose as you're waking up. Your eyes slowly blink open, looking up at Toji with a drowsy confused expression. He grins at your state, you look incredibly innocent this way.

"Sleeping beauty is up."

You smile in response, letting your eyes blink a few times to shake off the sleepiness. You then notice Toji's hand hovering over your face with...a makeup wipe?

"What're you doing?", you ask and his smile widens at your groggy voice.

"You fell asleep with your makeup on", is his only explanation.

You could possibly combust right now.

"Close your eyes."

—aurelia—

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kteezy997 · 4 months

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The Candy Man-Part Seven// W.W.

Info/Warnings: fluff, referring to cum as "cream," male receiving oral sex-kinda graphic

Willy came back into the bedroom later on and spooned you under the covers, "Mae just needed her diaper changed. Mocha is still sleeping soundly." He gave you a tired yet sweet kiss on cheek.

"Thank you for checking on them." you said, taking a hold of his hand that rested at your waist.

"Don't thank me, I love taking care of them. They are my babies, after all. And they are so cute. They look exactly like their Mommy." he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

"Oh no they don't," you argued, "they are your little clones." you yawned, scooting back further to nestle warmly against him, "I gave birth to mini Willy Wonkas."

"I never want to disagree with you on anything, honey, but you're wrong on this one. They are just like you." he cuddled you tighter, resting his head on you.

He would not let you win this one. You were telling the truth, you thought. Maple and Mocha had green eyes, dark chocolate hair that was starting to curl, and high cheekbones, but he would fight this until the very end.

........

Luckily, the next morning, you woke before Willy did. It was your turn to get the twins ready for the day, and you were glad to spend the time with them.

They were both awake when you arrived in the nursery, bright green eyes opened. They were happy to see you. You changed their diapers and got them into some cute clothes for the new day.

You carried them downstairs and sat and let them nurse for a little while until they were full. When they were done, you put them each in a baby seat with some toys and they were content. You pumped some extra milk and put it in a little jar in the refrigerator for Willy later.

You got to working on a pancake breakfast for you and Willy. You used some Wonka chocolate chips in them, of course. Before you knew it, you heard his footsteps coming down to the kitchen, looking well rested, but he had messy curls, of course.

"Awe, look at my little family." he cooed, kissing each of the babies on the cheek and making them giggle. "Daddy loves you so much." he sang, smiling at them with such joy. He came over to you, wrapping his arms around you as you flipped pancakes on the stove.

"Good morning, Daddy." you smiled, kissing his lips.

"Mm, good morning. Smells amazing in here, my love." he gave you a little peck on the lips before heading over to the coffee pot to pour himself a mug.

"There's some milk for your coffee in the fridge." you said, plating up some pancakes.

Willy looked at you, wide eyed and in disbelief.

You gave him a little wink.

He was speechless as he opened up the fridge and picked up the small jar with your creamy liquid in it. "Oh honey, thank you." he said, twisting open the jar and pouring the milk into his hot coffee mug. He saved the last little bit to drink directly from the jar, "Ahh, it's so good. No wonder the twins are so happy and healthy when they've got a diet based on your milk. They love it too."

"Well, Mr. Wonka," you began, handing him a plate of fresh, steaming flapjacks, "you might like my milk, but I want your cream at nap time, sir."

Willy's eyes nearly popped out their sockalets, "Oh, of course, my darling." he gulped as he took the plate from your hand.

You sat down and had breakfast together as you watched the babies play.

“Oh, babe, I’ve come up with an idea on how to boost your milk production.” he announced with his signature enthusiasm.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“Well, I’ve read that it’s all about hydration, and coconut water is perfect. I’m going to come up with a drink for you to try. I’ll add strawberries and cream to the coconut water for sweetness.”

“Awe, Willy that’s so sweet. And if it’s good, maybe we can start making it for the shoppe. Along with other flavors!” it made you so happy when he fueled his creativity and imagination, “We could market to breastfeeding mothers, young children, the elderly, anyone that needs extra hydration.”

“That’s exactly what I thought too! An idea worth expanding upon. And speaking of expanding, which you and I have talked about with our business, I think we are going to need a factory. We have simply outgrown the chocolate shoppe. It's what we will need to share my chocolate with the world, y/n.” his eyes had the same ambitious gleam about them as the day you met him, just a young man trying to get the word out about his magnificent candy.

“Oh, wow, a whole factory. I love it, Willy. It sounds amazing.” you were in awe, “but where would we build it?”

“That’s the best part, I’m looking to buy that abandoned castle outside of town. It’s got great bones, y/n!”

“That’s great! And think of all the jobs it will provide to the community! Oh, honey, this is your best idea yet, I’m so happy.” you got up from you seat and hugged your handsome, smiling lover.

Willy kissed you and said, “I think this will be wonderful for our family, darling. If all goes well, Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory will be theirs to run one day.” he looked fondly at your twins. They chewed on their toys and jabbered gleefully back and forth.

“It will, my love. I know that you can achieve anything you set your mind to.”

“We, y/n. We can do anything, the four of us. We will have our very own chocolate empire.”

…….

The twins ate once more, and Willy put them down in their cribs for their nap. You practically dragged him by the collar and into your bedroom.

“It is so sexy seeing you come so alive when you speak of your dreams and ideas.” you said, unbuttoning his pants.

“Why thank you.” he said nonchalantly.

“I told you that I wanted your cream, Mr. Wonka, so you better give it to me.” you kneeled in front of him, taking his thick cock into your mouth.

“Mmm.” he moaned behind closed lips as you sucked him.

You slurped back and forth on his cock, bobbing your head. You loved how he filled your mouth and rutted his hips softly into the back of your throat. It was as if he was so excited that he couldn’t contain himself.

Willy brushed his fingers through your hair, keeping your locks out of your face while you pleasured him.

You let his cock plop out of your mouth, his deep pink tip leaking transparent cum. You slowly stroked his veiny shaft with your hands, and moved down, running your tongue over his balls. He was full, and ready to burst. You gently suckled at them before sliding your tongue along the underside of his cock. You teased his smooth tip with your puckered lips just a minute longer.

“Aww, here it comes. Take my cream, my love. It’s all for you.” Willy panted softly.

You opened your mouth, tongue flat out, ready to catch his stream. And he did not disappoint; his load was thick and plentiful, creamy yet salty. It was exactly what you’d been craving.

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