#The blocks fit perfectly well I JUST have to

[rxzennia]

domestic headcanons

– tales of the voracity pathstrider

✎𓂃 ambiguous relationship (oh my god they were roommates); living together; word vomit; incoherent scenarios; ooc aven probably. i offered my exp mats to gepard instead and now i have to grind traces all over again, maybe i should build clara while i’m at it (losing this particular 50/50 has driven me insane istg)

after aventurine’s endless pestering, you finally agree to move in with him. he’s got a whole block all to himself, so what’s you temporarily claiming a room going to change?

the moment you agree, and by that i mean the very second you agree, he’s going to arrange for people to move your stuff

you just need to move yourself over

he’s not going to let you do any hard labor, that’s what the grunts are for

it’s so quick? like, it only took the morning to have everything packed, moved, and unpacked

when you get to your desk the first thing you do is clutter it up

but there’s so much space? 

you just can’t stack your stuff enough so that it’s snug the way you like 

you try, but all you’ve managed to do is make a paper fortress on one side of your desk

why do the senior managers have so much space?

but you soon realize you didn’t really need to finish building your wall of documents

because your boss sits on your desk whenever he fancies annoying you

so there’s your clutter for the other side

though you still leave a few of your spare scarves there just so it’s not completely empty

a little out of place, but you have nothing else bulky enough

it’s okay, that corner of your desk is often occupied by a certain someone anyway

surprisingly, living with aventurine isn’t unpleasant at all. maybe it’s because you’re almost always within reach now, he’s started bothering you less – instead, he’ll do his work in your office. he has a perfectly good office of his own (arguably comfier too), but he insists on sitting next to you.

frankly, you are tempted to kick him out, but this is his place. you shouldn’t try to kick out your host landlord. and it’s not like he’s actively preventing you from concentrating. you usually leave him be, but you might’ve accidentally gotten used to it – when he’s not around, you feel like something’s missing. just a little bit, though.

he can and will always poke his head over to see what you’re working on

“arranging your meetings, go away.” you push his face back towards his laptop

“hey, leave 6pm to 8pm free!” he whines, as always, he’s trying to get a dinner date(?) with you

“no can do, you’re having dinner with mr diamond.”

he will throw a hissy fit

“why must it always be meal times? i want to eat with you!”

will complain and complain and complain even if you ignore him

you give him a flat “i will be present as well.” 

you’re so bloody infuriating

he stares at you for a whole minute. and then he closes his laptop

you look at him. what is he trying to do now?

“not what i meant.” he gently whacks you over the head with the device, “you and i. dinner. alone. get it?”

normally you stand your ground and make him go through with these meetings

but sometimes you cave and indulge him

this is one of those times

“fine, i’ll push back your meeting with the media department tomorrow.”

you see literal flowers around him as he gets his way

well, not exactly his way, because if he had his way he would be free today

a compromise for tomorrow is good enough, he supposes

he will bring you out to lunch and dinner every day if he could

if only you’d stop telling him you technically don’t need to eat and just go along with it

and if only you’d stop scheduling every. single. important. meeting. during. meal. times.

still, he finds it amusing to read your face whenever you’re in those meetings with him

the only good thing about them, really

because you will have the tiniest furrow in your eyebrows when you eat something you don’t like

and it’ll last until the taste goes away (which is usually the entire meeting)

or you’ll have the most serene expression ever (though it’s more neutral than anything, really) when you find something you like

loves it when you try to not make it obvious that you like a particular dish because you’re not discreet at all

that is all you will eat for the rest of the meeting

you are given your own room, but more often than not you find yourself in aventurine’s room at night.

mostly because he drags you away from your desk – no, scrap that, it’s only because he drags you away from your desk. otherwise you would’ve kept working. or maybe gone and did some combat training. or anything but sleep, really.

you soon realize he likes cuddling you when he sleeps

this is something you’ll never deny him if he asks

in fact, he doesn’t even need to ask nowadays

you show up in his room everyday at around the same time

if he wants a nap in the middle of the day, you’ll also be there

you notice how much more quality rest he gets when you’re by his side

and how much less nightmares bothered him compared to before

(maybe you should try casual sleeping, too?)

whenever you try to slip out of his death grip to get some documents, or to use the bathroom, or for water, he will quietly ask you where you’re going

in a very, very slurred, sleepy way

you will try to explain, and all he’ll tell you as you wrench yourself out of his arms is a quiet “stay”

how are you supposed to go if he says that while letting you go?

good luck if you’re hoping to use the bathroom, most likely you’ll have to hold it in

otherwise, if you need anything else, your scarf-serpent can get it for you

although one time it returned with your documents in its mouth and drool all over it

then you had a rigorous session trying to teach them how to coil around things to pick them up

more like you had to learn, since they’re somewhat sentient extensions of you

on the off chance that you’ll be out for the night, you’ll leave your favorite scarf with him

it’s not as comforting as your person, but it does smell like you and feel like you

he’ll take it as a placeholder until you’re back :(

aventurine hates it when you’re out of office. whether it is to represent him, or to discuss matters with clients before you pass it onto him, he hates it when he’s alone at home.

odd, because he was so used to being on his own, and he was so certain he was going to be alone for the rest of his life.

this man will sit in your office regardless of your presence

your spare scarves keep him company

imagine his surprise when a bunch of faceless noodles slither onto him

he makes the connection very quickly

did not expect that every one of your scarves are mini leviathans

he thought there was only a few, and they move between scarves

a welcome surprise because he knows these huge little guys are friendly

those are the same guys that swallow monsters, so they’re actually not very friendly

but they’re friendly to him because they’re you

one of them will coil into a pile on his lap and rest its head on his thigh

and the others will be all around him

will slobber over him 100%

he will try to pet them, and will realize that they’re really affectionate with him

they will try to eat his hands

but, like, in a not alarming way

hold his hand in their maws but will not bite. only drool

when he pats the one who has his hand, it’ll let go

literally “that’s a weird looking dog” but there's more than ten of them

when you return from your errands, the first thing you see is aventurine dragging a bunch of your snakes along with him as he practically runs to greet you.

you wrap your arms around him as he jumps towards you, and you give him a few spins before setting him down again. 

then you lower your scarf

you’re comfortable enough with him to not cover yourself up anymore

oh how he loves seeing your face, aeons, you have no idea

“guys.” you snap your fingers, and the creatures collapse back into inanimate fabric

you catch all of them, of course, then you open one arm for your boss

the best part (real) 

he snuggles up against your side naturally

you lift him up easily even though both your hands are busy

he’s practically sitting on your forearm as you walk around the house

princess treatment

you’ll cuddle with him properly once you drop off your stuff

“ten minutes,” you tell him, “then i’ll have to get back to work.”

he will throw another hissy fit, like, “why are you busier than i am? i’m the boss!”

you pinch his nose and go: “exactly, mr aventurine” 

instantly droops like a kicked puppy

he doesn’t even try to hide it

absolutely hates it when you’re formal with him in private even if you’re joking

feels like you’re back to square one all over again

“don’t call me that,” aventurine groans as he grabs your hair and tug at it like a toddler.

you glance at him. “displeased?” 

“of course!” he tries to shake your head violently, but damn you and your stupid strength. “what happened to aven?”

you don’t respond 

you’re busy tossing everything onto your chair and praying nothing falls off

he moves on to slapping your face lightly

“hey, hey!” as his hands smack and grab everything that’s touchable on your head

surprisingly, you let him

he might also pull on your scarf

and after a while, he’ll resort to rubbing his cheek against yours

“are you ignoring me…?”

you sit down on the couch and set aventurine in your lap. “impatient, are we?”

“can’t help it,” he doesn’t hesitate to bury himself into your embrace. “i hate when i’m alone…”

“aven…” you pat his back, knowing full well you’re falling for his tricks again. “there, there. should i just call it a day?”

“you would?” he asks, like a child receiving a gift for the first time, “really?”

“really.” you sigh as he tugs you down into spooning him, and you watch him tangle his limbs with yours.

eventually, you pull him closer to you. jeez, there’s just no way you can win against him, is there?

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine #aventurine x reader #ares's voracity pathstrider tales

[tearosepedall]

In Light of Mamoru Miyano Being Mario's VA for the Movie

The Reference

#super mario bros #super mario #Mario #Luigi #paper mario #shadow queen #The blocks fit perfectly well I JUST have to #mario movie #like come on! #this is so funny #and also the fact that Luigis VA voice Kaminari from MHA is also perfect as well #I never watched Death Note But I know a lot about Mario lol #I was tempted to make Luigi's T-shirt black but decided that the white T was more iconic- #at least he got some green pants #I was also tempted to put king boo instead of the shadow queen but decided against it to spread paper mario propaganda /j #super mario bros movie #tearosepedall

[orcelito]

Absolutely ecstatic bc I finally came up with the missing piece of plot that will explain the extended timeline in my fic

And it is HORRIDLY mean to goro lmfao. Considering this is me we r talking about, that really means something.

#speculation nation #discacc shit #started off as an excuse to do a thing i wanted to do #but as i started outlining the scene to andi i realized like. fuck this fits PERFECTLY #i came up with the perfect explanation and motivation for how the pieces slot into place #it fits perfectly and serves as the missing block ive been trying to figure out for WELL over a year #bouncing off the walls practically. oh i am gonna have SO much fun with this #goro will come back from one very mean thing only to be hit with an even Meaner thing #i just cannot make life easy for him i guess #but ya kno while shido's still a problem goro will never really know peace. whoops. #hahahahaha and this is gonna feed into Another thing too... oh i am so excited

[badolmen]

Bruh

#ra speaks #personal #???? I could have SWORN this phone is a 6S #it literally FITS the 6S case almost perfectly. but according to the settings it’s a fucking 8???? #did 8 come out in 2014-ish???? why is it almost exactly the same size as if not smaller than as the 6s???? #<- got a free replacement for my otter box bc lifetime warranty and no it cannot survive my lifestyle of woods and mud #I ordered a 6S bc. I legitimately thought that’s what my phone was. #it arrives! it fits! except - well. hm. the hole for the camera aperture is just a litttttle too high. that’s weird. but it doesn’t block it #alas because the case rests on the lip of the camera the screen protector sits ABOVE the screen just a little too much #for me to type without making painstaking certainty that each key was successfully selected #I do not want to deal w the hassle of returning this and getting an 8 case #the rubber part (which was all I wanted to replace) literally fits the old hardcase I have that actually fits my phone #EXCEPT for a little bit at the base where there’s a cover to protect an audio Jack #which I do not have. so it just sits a little awkwardly up. I’m debating cutting it off but it feels wrong w how new the case is.

[simpjaes]

how about when the hyung line is just too big for ur little tight cunt? need the mtl please bcs I think it'll be HOT!

hyung line + cock too big, pussy too little syndrome ™

warning: size kink, reader is described as small compared to each member, use of words like: little, tiny, small, tight, kinda dub con. note: this is not an mtl, it's just a drabble for each hyung line hottie.

★ heeseung:

Fuck.

Heeseung knew he was bigger than average but...fuck. When he brought you home from the party he honestly expected you to be able to take it. All of it in one go, really. But no. Barely half of his cock is in you and you're shaking. Clinging to him with a pained look on your face, taking in deep breaths to adjust only to moan out of pain when he tries to push in a little more.

It's kind of driving him fucking wild. Especially in the way he's used to hearing girls moan and groan about how perfectly sized he is, about how big and painful it can be. You though, you can barely fucking take it, unlike those other girls.

Goddamn.

"Yeah." He starts, looking you straight in your teary eyes as he painfully presses in further. "Gonna open that pussy up for me, aren't you?"

You frantically nod, feeling his cock reach so deep inside of you, feeling his girth nearly tear you apart. It's like with each little push, he hits a wall that should tell him to stop, but he only pushes further. Past the block and penetrating your soft and insanely tense walls.

"Tiny." He grits his teeth, pushing, pushing, pushing until he's stuffed his entire length in you. "So fucking tiny."

☆ jay:

"Just a little more," Jay coos at you, rubbing your waist as he slowly presses in. "Hold onto me." He knows well enough that it doesn't feel good for you. Not yet at least. And when he watches you shake your head, trying hard to breathe through the feeling of his thick and darkened head pushing and prodding you open, he can't help but continue to talk you through it. "No?" He whispers in his own half-moan, still pressing in, inch by inch. "I'm already almost in baby, you can take it." He's right about it too, seeing as how you've taken it before. Given, that was only once considering this is only the second time you've hooked up with him. You're not sure why you called him of all people, remembering how difficult it was to get his full cock inside of you last time and the soreness that came after. Then again, maybe it's because of his consistent texting since that night. Not even sexting either. Just gentle conversation, interesting conversation. Like maybe this doesn't need to be a hook-up sooner or later. Who knows? And it continues like this. He presses an inch in, pauses, lets your tight cunt jerk him off, then he tells you to breathe and pushes in another inch. You're so wet too, he's practically obsessed. Never has a pussy so small taken him in full like this, then again, it's not like he's ever been with someone this tight and this fucking tiny. Obsessed is right. No matter how fucking wet you get for him, it doesn't make the slide any easier, even when you're relaxed, you're still so tight around him. Just like now, where he can finally move and fuck you without holding himself back. Which is hard to do, mind you. You cling to him through each painful and bruising thrust, and he lets you. Flexing every muscle in his body so you have something to really hold on to.

And god the way you moan through the pain. He would make you cum in an instant, he thinks, with the way you start moving your own hips to match his rhythm.

The wet sound squelching, like music to his ears especially when paired with your needy whines. "Feels so good, doesn't it baby?"

★ sunghoon:

All day. All fucking day Sunghoon could do this if that's what it takes. Three weeks since you started dating, the first time you had his cock in your hand was also the first time you decided to be afraid to let him fuck you. Something so huge cannot naturally fit inside of you without him blatantly impaling you and probably landing you in the hospital. But god, does he know how to get you horny. With those pretty fingers offering just not enough to be satisfied. With his tongue swiping perfectly but never being filled to full capacity. It's the first time you've even considered letting him stick his dick in you, and arguably, you see why you avoided it until now when he finally does start sliding in. It's not that the thickness hurts, it's just that fact that the fucking slide never stops. You could have sworn he had his whole dick in you ten seconds ago, considering he fucked himself in and out of you a few times before sliding in more. The reach is deeper than you've ever felt. A sharp pain hitting you right in the center of the gut only for him to manage to push in even further. You swear he's breaking something in you and he isn't even actually fucking you just yet. "There you go." Sunghoon coos once he finally bottoms out in you, reaching his hand forward to trace his fingers along your lips. "See? You can take it, love." For just a second, you believed him. But then he started fucking moving. God, you're seeing stars and planets and heaven and hell all in one thrust. He pulls his hips back so far just to slam into you. He knows it hurts too, but he can't be gentle when you're looking like this. So small lying under him, just fucking taking it.

☆ jake:

Jake barely realized you were in pain before he felt your fingernails scratching down his back and you whimpered out a small "take it out." He pulled back to look at you in shock, rutting his hips back and forth into your swollen and glistening hole. It's only been a few seconds since he pushed in, and it's the first time he's ever been asked to take it out?! For you though, you were expecting him to take it slow. Not get between your legs and fucking sink into you without so much as letting you adjust to his size before pounding it into your cervix. He does as he's told though, sliding out just as painfully as he slid in before gripping his cock and holding it just at your entrance. "What? Why?" He asks, not realizing he had knocked the breath out of himself stuffing such a cock in that tight space. "You're...big," You look away from him, feeling embarrassed that you really just told him to fucking pull out. "Too big." Only now does Jake smile, a glint in his eye growing dark and even more aroused than he already was.

"Oh, yeah?" He smiles, teasing your hole with the head of his cock. "You don't think you can take it?" He continues, pressing right back into you and now relishing in that small, tight heat you wish he'd be gentle with. You shake your head frantically, opening your mouth in a silent sob as he uses you, slamming in and out. In, out, in, out. "You already are, babe." He grunts, hunching over to attach his lips to your nipple. "Taking it so fucking well too." You're not sure why that makes you feel proud, but it does.

#enhypen smut #heeseung smut #park jongseong smut #sim jaeyun smut #sunghoon smut #jay smut #jake smut #enhypen hard hours

[bakubunny]

personal trainer!bkg

tags: oral sex (m receiving), rough sex, plus size fem!reader

18+, mdni. minors & ageless blogs will be blocked.

thinking abt trainer!bakugou who falls for one of his clients. you’re nervous because you didn’t expect the best trainer in the city to be hot as hell and have pretty, red eyes and how is he so much bigger than you? but he tells himself he’s not nervous at all when he sees your chubby cheeks, thick thighs, and pretty smile.

trainer!bakugou who gets a little pissy inside when you say your only goal is to “lose weight.” “that ain’t gonna cut it with me, sweetheart. gimme a better reason. i know you got at least one.” he wouldn’t usually press the issue, but part of him was annoyed. and truthfully, “to get stronger and gain confidence,” was a better answer anyways.

trainer!bakugou who’s not oblivious and notices how flustered you get whenever he touches you during instruction. he stays professional; he’s not gonna bring it up or do more than absolutely necessary. but if he’s honest, sometimes he has to hold back a smirk.

trainer!bakugou who simultaneously pushes you a little harder than you think he should but also goes easy on you, too. who celebrates every success you have with a bigger grin than usual, but no one who knows him is stupid enough to point that out.

trainer!bakugou who you’ve assumed is constantly flushed because he has rosy cheeks, but it’s really because has to keep his thoughts from wandering whenever you’re around… especially when you wear those damn leggings that fit just right. he knows better than to stare unnecessarily, but he also has to do his job because you’re paying him good money for his work.

trainer!bakugou who tries to ignore the fact that he finds himself going home painfully hard after every session. who tells himself he’s just horny, but his thoughts always wander towards you when he takes his dick out. he’s definitely wondered if you go home and do the same thing he does, thinking of what you’d look and sound like fucking yourself, moaning at the thought of him.

trainer!bakugou who (probably) has no idea that you go home with ruined panties every time you see him because the sound of his voice and the look in his eye and the heat of his hands is too hard to ignore. you’d be absolute mortified if he ever knew you went home and immediately grabbed something to fill your aching cunt.

trainer!bakugou who’s more bothered than he should be when you tell him you have to stop training with him because you can’t afford the extra cost. he knows he’s about to do the stupidest thing he’s ever done if it ends badly, but he does it anyways. “well, if… if you want, we can workout together sometime. no trainin’ or nothin’.” he can see the smile on your face, yet somehow he’s surprised when you say yes. “you know what? yeah. i can do that. some company would be nice.”

trainer!bakugou who definitely isn’t your trainer anymore, but he seems to find a lot more excuses to “help” than he used to… even when he knows you don’t need it. one day, you’re feeling bold and call him out with a playful look. “y’know, you said you’re ‘just trying to help,’ but i think you’re looking for an excuse to put your hands on me.”

trainer!bakugou who sees the glint in your eye and takes his chance. “yeah, i am. i like the way your body feels. ‘s that a problem, pretty girl?” he watches your entire face turn red and he smirks. “i think you know i’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” you offer. “then we should find a better place for me to do this, huh?”

trainer!bakugou whose hands are rough and strong and grip you tightly as he holds you up against a wall near his front door. his kisses are hot and fervent as he groans, grinding into you.

trainer!bakugou who lets you push him back onto his bed, pull down his shorts, and do what you’ve been thinking about for weeks as your lips graze his hard cock. you moan from the taste of his skin and how perfectly he doesn’t even come close to fitting in your hand. soon, you’re making a spit covered mess of yourself as you suck his dick. you don’t even care because he’s moaning and panting, bucking his hips into your throat, his hand in your hair.

trainer!bakugou who pulls you off his cock with a groan in his throat. he shoves you back onto the bed and takes your leggings and panties off in one fell swoop. he’s kissing and groping his way across your skin, eager to get any part of you he can in his mouth as he takes off your clothes.

trainer!bakugou who’s stretching your pretty cunt out so perfectly with his cock as he fucks you hard. your breath catches after every moan when he hits a sweet spot, one that makes you shudder. “this is what you fuckin’ needed, isn’t it, princess? needed my cock for so long, haven’t ya?” he says with hot breath. you nod dumbly, lost for words.

trainer!bakugou who can’t get enough of you and your perfect, soft stomach and the way your tits move. his head is spinning from the way you’re squeezing and pulling him back in with every thrust. the way you’re moaning louder the harder your hips meet makes him grip you tighter.

trainer!bakugou who feels your fingernails dragging down his back and groans into your skin. who tells you everything he’s held back as he watches your eyes roll. “d’you have any fuckin’ clue how long i’ve wanted this? how many times i’ve stroked my cock thinkin’ of your ass and thighs? thinkin’ of this pretty little pussy? hmm?”

trainer!bakugou who’s determined to never let you forget that he knew he wanted you the day he met you and not a day later.

banners by @cafekitsune.

#aged up characters #ope i did the thing #idk how i feel abt it but i hope u like it 🫶 #millennialmagicalgirl #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #bnha smut #mha smut #x reader #fem!reader #plus size!reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #smut hcs #smut #bakugou x fem!reader

[woso-dreamzzz]

Kidnapped

Fridolina Rolfö x Baby!Reader

Summary: Frido kidnaps you

Frido thought that her parents were going crazy when they called. She thought they were losing their marbles when they complained that they missed a full house and were planning on adopting.

She'd swept it under the rug until she received a picture two months later of her parents in a baby's room with a tiny baby sleeping in a crib. She hadn't even realised they were being serious until the picture.

But now, as she stood with you in her arms, she understood it completely.

It had been all too easy to escape with you for training this morning. With her parents coming to visit and the time difference from Sweden to Spain, they had both been out for the count and Frido had taken you with her.

She was still technically injured and only joined in with light training so this was a perfect way to bond with you.

"Frido," Ingrid says as she steps into the locker room," What...What have you done?"

She stood in the doorway in shock, blocking the entrance before she was shoved out of the way by the other girls. Each of them had a similar reaction, stopping and staring before being brutally shoved over so the next person could take their place.

"Hmm?" Frido asks, not looking up from where she's feeding you your bottle," I just finished my gym session. Why?"

"I think she means the baby, mate," Lucy butts in, eyes wide as she stares with no shame," Was the knee injury just a cover up for a pregnancy?"

"What? No! This is y/n. My little sister."

"That's a baby."

"Well, yes, but she's my little sister too."

"I think she looks very sweet," Irene cuts in before anyone else can drag this out any longer.

Irene approaches and you draw your eyes away from where they've gone cross-eyed to see your bottle to look at her. You keep suckling as you stare at her with unblinking eyes.

"This is Irene, älskling," Frido coos," She plays football with me."

You keep suckling as your eyes cut towards the rest of the girls who have begun to line up to get a closer look at you.

"So," Patri laughs," Did you steal her from Sweden or-?"

"My parents came to visit," Frido replies as she detaches you from your bottle and places you on her shoulder to wind you," And I'm letting them have the day off."

"Did you tell them that?"

Frido's face goes a little red. "I left a note. It's not like I kidnapped her!"

"This is like the textbook definition of kidnap," Patri laughs, pulling a silly face at you when you're turned back around to face her," But she's cute so I'm glad you did it."

Frido looks down at you. "She is, isn't she?"

She didn't know what to expect from you when her parents came to visit. She'd seen you briefly in video calls and received routine pictures and videos of you but meeting you in person was different.

You were so small and sweet and you fit just perfectly in her arms. You'd reached up to her with your little baby hands and patted at her cheek and she fell in love with you right then and there.

Ingrid comes to greet you next.

You're more aware of everyone now as you sit propped up on Frido's lap. Your little legs kick out occasionally as Frido sways you side to side. You seem to like that because you let out little peals of giggles as Ingrid approaches.

She smiles at you and Frido beams at her.

It's not that she needs approval but Ingrid's one of her best friends and it would mean a lot if she liked you too.

Ingrid goes down onto her knees so you're at eye level with her. You stare at her like you stared at Irene before Frido rocks you slightly. Your face splits into a smile and you giggle again, kicking your legs out and stuffing your fist into your mouth.

Ingrid grins, looking up at Frido.

"You should be careful," She says," If you keep kidnapping her then your parents might never let you bring her back to see us."

Frido laughs, lifting you up until you're both pressed cheek to cheek. "They'd never be able to separate me from my älskling. I'm going to take her everywhere with me!"

"She's your sister," Ingrid reminds her," She'll have to go back to Sweden at some point."

"No!" Frido declares, shaking her head and laying several ticklish kisses on your cheek, sending you into another round of bell-like giggles. "She's staying with me! They can't have her anymore!"

"So, this kidnapping is a permanent thing," Ingrid teases.

"No!" Frido looks at you and your little gummy smile and the way that you kick your feet out even though you're dangling in her arms. "Maybe!" You shove your fist into your mouth and Frido coos. "Would you like that, älskling? Living with me? Spain is so much warmer than Sweden."

You gurgle and Frido takes that as agreement.

"You're staying with me, huh?" She says as you suddenly get distracted by your own feet, reaching down to tug at them. "I know. We're going to have so much fun together."

"Fun together on the run," Patri teases," Because that's certainly kidnapping."

"I'll lay low at Ingrid's for a while. She and Mapi have already got everything set up for a baby. Me and älskling will be fine."

"They've got things set up for a child," Patri reminds her," Their cub isn't a baby anymore. Sorry, Frido, you've got no chance of outrunning the law."

Frido grins as you kick your feet and giggle again. "We'll work something out."

#woso x reader #fridolina rolfö x reader #fridolina rolfö #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[elenawritesxx]

TAKE CONTROL

PAIRING - bucky barnes x fem!reader

SUMMARY - in which, the tension and the negative emotions in between the two of you snaps, and turns into something more;)

WC - 1106

EXTRA - filth, smut, no memtion of y/n, you in control,

NOTES - minors please dni, i know i cant stop you from reading this but if i see a minor interacting with this post i’ll have to block you

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the sexual tension between you and bucky was palpable, a thick and heavy weight that hung in the air whenever you were in the same room together. it was a tension born out of years of animosity and rivalry, of snide remarks and cutting remarks, and yet, it was a tension that neither of you could deny.

you were enemies, or so you told yourself. you were fighting for what you believed in together, and yet, there was something about bucky that drew you to him, something that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

and so, you found yourself in a constant state of arousal whenever he was around, your body responding to him in ways that you couldn't control. you would find yourself thinking about him at the most inconvenient times, imagining what it would be like to be with him, to feel his hands on your skin, his lips on yours.

but you couldn't let yourself give in to those thoughts, those desires. you were enemies, he hated you and you hated him, well at least you told yourself you did, and there was no room for anything else between you.

and yet, despite your best efforts, you couldn't deny the way that he made you feel, the way that he made your body come alive with just a glance or a touch. and so, you found yourself seeking him out, wanting to be near him, to feel the heat of his body against yours.

and then, one night, it all came to a head. you were alone together training, the others were on a mission, or just doing whatever they were doing, the tension between you so thick that it was almost suffocating. and then, in a moment of madness, you pushed him against the wall, your lips crashing against his in a desperate, hungry kiss.

bucky responded immediately, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. it was like a dam had burst, a flood of desire and longing that had been building between you for years, and now, it was finally unleashed.

you could feel his hardness pressing against you, and you knew that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. and so, without hesitation, you reached down, undoing his belt and his pants, freeing his cock from its confines.

"friday, lock the gym, please" breaking the kiss for a second you ordered out to the ai, making sure that no one would simply walk in on you.

and then, you were on your knees, taking him into your mouth, sucking him deep into your throat as you moaned around him. he was so hard, so thick, and you couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get enough of the way he tasted, the way he felt in your mouth.

you didn't know what happened, one second you were on your knees for him, and next you were straddling him, your manicured fingers finding their way into his warm, inviting mouth. be swirled his tongue around them as you watched, feeling a sense of power and control over him. you withdrew your fingers, cupping his chin with your hand to make his lips pucker up in a cute little pout.

with complete control over him, you would grind against him from time to time, spreading your pussy lips open to fit his cock perfectly against your sensitive bud and clenching, drooling hole without putting him inside. you wrapped one hand around his neck, with your pretty nails looking just like a gorgeous choker around his throat.

you wrapped your hand around his veiny girth, not even pumping for the moment but just squeezing, maneuvering to look at your nails and the contrast of them against his skin. he moaned because you'd been toying and teasing him for a while now, he wanted this just as much as you did, wanting to take control over you, but he enjoyed watching you like this. next time he would be the one on top.

a new set of nails for his pretty girl. only the best of things. he found a certain amount of arousal in seeing you enjoying his gift that way.

"don't be greedy, baby. I'm just admiring my presents," you said cheekily, referring to his cock too. it was hard, with its spongy head so red and ready to burst, precum leaking out. what a darling to let you play with him like this.

"i'm not," he rolled his eyes, wetting his lower lip. his gaze was trained on your hand. "move it a little. wanna see them."

you moved your hand up and down, concentrating on his sensitive cockhead more, playing with the creamy-white droplets on the tip. you made sure to use both hands to stroke him up good, enjoying the way he responded to your touch.

but you weren't satisfied yet. you wanted more, and you knew just how to get it. you leaned down, pressing your lips against his neck, nibbling and sucking on his skin as your hands continued their ministrations.

bucky moaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you worked him up. he couldn't take much more of this, and he knew it. he needed to be inside you, to feel your warmth and your wetness surrounding him, but you weren't ready to give him that yet.

you were still in control, and you weren't going to let go of that power just yet. uou were going to tease him until he begged for release, until he couldn't take it anymore and had to have you, right here, right now.

and when that moment came, when he was on the brink of exploding, you would be there to catch him, to guide him through the pleasure and the ecstasy, to make sure that he knew just how much you loved teasing him and how much you wanted him.

but for now, you were content to continue your teasing, to watch him squirm and moan beneath you, to revel in the power and control that you had over him. this was your gift after years of him treating you like a shit. and when the time was right, when you were both ready, you would take him, and you would make him yours in every way possible.

but until then, you were going to enjoy every moment of this, every touch and every kiss, every moan and every gasp. and when it was all over, when you were both spent and satisfied, you would hold him close, just you and him.

#fanfic #x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #mcu bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n

[goldenwilliamson]

hard launch | leah williamson

pairing: leah williamson x reader

a/n: merry christmas!!! enjoy some christmassy awfc fluff x

summary: reader and leah film their parts in the arsenal christmas gifting video. reader receives a gift that shows everyone who's girlfriend she is.

word count: 1.3k

The Arsenal media team had set up a Christmas tree lined with presents for all the girls to open for a video. You obliged happily, excited about having a present to open before Christmas. Leah however had to be convinced.

"It's bad luck! You can't have us opening gifts before Christmas!" She said, her voice firm.

"Ease up Lee, it's just a little present from the club," you said, rubbing the space between her shoulder blades while silently laughing at your girlfriends commitment to tradition.

"My Mum can't find out about this, she'll have a fit," Leah says, eyeing the tree scornfully.

"Well she might see this video when it goes up," Frimmy says from behind the camera.

You move out of the shot now and watch through the screen of the camera as Leah steps into frame and speaks directly to the lens, "Do I look as awkward as I feel? Because I'm sorry Mum, I don't normally do this before Christmas day, I'm being forced to."

Shaking your head, you and many of the other girls watch on in anticipation as Leah unwraps her gift, and when she pulls out the electric keyboard you all exchange knowing glances. It's no secret that learning piano has been Leah's latest mission, and you more than anyone have been along for the journey. Most evenings now your night was soundtracked by Leah sitting at the piano stool, reading her sheet music and practicing.

When she was preparing for her performance with the BBC orchestra you must have heard her play that Shania Twain song about 200 times before you had to cut her off.

"You've got it Leah, I promise," you had stressed to her.

"I'm just so nervous, I need to know I can do it perfectly!" She demanded, starting to play it again.

"Nope. No. I'm sorry, but I'm cutting you off. It's time for bed," you had said. Even though you were always supportive of her endeavours, you knew she was only stressing herself out with the drive for perfection.

"Baby, please just let me practice it one more time, then bed," she pleaded like a little kid asking for five more minutes of play time.

"Fine. Once more. But I am telling you it's been perfect 98% of the times you've played," you said.

She just waved you away and played it once more all the way through, perfectly of course, and then finally conceded to your request. When you finally crawled into bed together that night you turned towards Leah, murmuring into the darkness.

"I'm starting to get worried that I'll have Shania Twain stuck in my head forever."

Leah giggled but reassured you, "I won't be playing it forever. And trust me, I'm sick of it too."

Now today she was sitting down, playing the little electric keyboard and trying to get everyone to guess what she was playing. You knew straight away it was Adele, because she had played it for you just last night, but it took everyone else a little longer to catch on.

Leah, pleased with her present moved along to allow for the next girls to go through. You stepped in, ready to unwrap your presents with Steph and Kyra, but before you got to pull off the paper one of the Arsenal media people pulled you out.

"We'll get you to open yours on your own, Y/N," they told you. You weren't really sure why, but you trusted their vision and waited for your turn.

When you were finally standing in front of the camera after Steph and Kyra, you felt your present through the wrapping and you could tell that it was a piece of clothing. As you pulled it out, you unfolded it to reveal a t-shirt. And you instantly realised why they'd got you to open it on your own. It seemed to be a fan made t-shirt that had pictures of Leah all over the front as well as LEAH WILLIAMSON printed in large pink block letters running down the side.

You bent over laughing, not even sure if you should show it off to the camera. While you and Leah were officially together, it hadn't really been confirmed publicly. The media team knew that and obviously got you on your own so they could easily leave your clip out of the video.

"Really?" You looked up at the small crew, holding the shirt up next to your face.

Leah, watching on began to laugh now, seeing what you'd been given.

"Best present of the day guys!" She exclaimed.

"So ridiculous," you said as all the girls behind the camera laughed.

"Hard launch," Kyra said, teasing you both.

"Shut up," you smiled, "This won't be going on the Instagram," you said assertively, pointing directly down the barrel of the camera.

"Why don't you put in on, Y/N," Leah suggests.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" You narrow your eyes at your girlfriend, knowing how much of a kick she would get out of seeing you wearing the top, looking like a fan.

"Go on," Steph urges you.

Begrudgingly, you pull your training shirt up over your head, receiving playful wolf whistles from the girls before you pull your new t-shirt down over your body. When it was on you held your arms out, showing it off.

"How do I look?" You said, giving a little spin as the girls clapped for you.

Leah walked over towards you and held onto your waist, admiring herself on your shirt.

"I bet this inflates your ego," you say, seeing the cheeky sparkle in her eyes.

Leah didn't even say anything in response, she just moved to stand next to you, threw her arm around your shoulder in a very platonic manner and posed towards the camera.

"I love meeting fans," she said, smiling at her own joke.

"Ha ha," you said sardonically, rolling your eyes and nudging her away from you.

"We should get a photo of this though," Leah said, pulling her phone out of her pocket and handing it off to Steph who snapped a picture of you both. When you looked back at it Leah wore a very cocky smirk and looked as if you were posing for a photo with your favourite footballer.

Katie stood over your shoulder to peer at the photo, "Oh that's got to go in a photo dump girls."

"I don't think so," you said quickly, leaving it there. Though you did wear the top around for the rest of the day, finding it surprisingly comfortable, until you tucked it away into your bag before heading home.

You had honestly forgotten about it until Christmas Day when you were scrolling on Instagram in bed after the long day of festivities and you saw Leah had tagged you in a photo. She was right next to you sitting on her phone with a smirk on her face.

"What have you posted?" You asked, clicking onto it and swiping through the various Christmas photos until you saw your own bashful face reflected in the photo that Steph had taken of you in the shirt. The caption read, Best time of year (love my fans @Y/N.Y/L/N) x.

Katie McCabe had already liked the post and tagged you in a comment, President of the Leah Williamson fan club aren't ya? @Y/N.Y/L/N.

"Leah!" You said sharply, looking at your girlfriend in disbelief.

"What? It's a great photo," she said.

"You're fuelling the fire," you said, referencing the ongoing speculation online about your relationship.

"So what? I don't care if people know we're together, do you?" Leah said simply.

You realised that you also didn't care, in fact you would be proud for people to know, so you shook your head.

"Of course I don't," you said, reassuring her that you were okay with this.

"Good, then stop being grumpy about the photo," she said, leaning over to give you a kiss.

"It's such a bad photo! I genuinely look like a teenage fan girl," you laughed.

"That's what makes it so great," Leah says, giggling at her ability to annoy you.

You shake your head and pick up your phone again, feeling confident in your relationship with Leah, no longer caring if people know or they don't. This leads you to respond to Katie's comment with two simple words that are enough to send all the fans spiralling over the small confirmation: Hard launch?

#leah williamson #awfc #leah williamson x reader #woso community #woso x reader #arsenal women #woso #lionesses

[storiesforthemoonchild]

Jersey Swap | Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

based on this request ... Enjoy :)

You should be focused on your warmups, but how could you with a Ballon d’Or winner warming up directly in front of you. A very talented and very cute Ballon d’Or winner. Aitana Bonmatí was magical. The way she dances with the ball around the pitch has you mesmerized. You were both excited and terrified when Arsenal was drawn in the same group as Barcelona for the Champions League this year.

“OI! (y/n),” you hear Katie shout just as a ball drills you in the back of the head. 

You turn and send a glare at your Irish teammate, “what the hell was that for?” you grumble rubbing at the back of your head.

“Time to focus up. You can swoon over your little crush after the game,” she tells you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to lead you back towards the other girls. 

“I don’t have a crush,” you lie, sneaking a peak over your shoulder. You meet the worried gaze of Aitana who quickly sends you a warm smile before turning to sprint to the touchline.

You take a moment to center yourself for the game, blocking out anything that was not going to help you give your team 3 points. For the next 90 minutes your focus had to be on the game. Easier said than done, because when you get in formation to start the game your eyes once again meet with a certain Barcelona midfielder. This time there is no smile from either of you, but her intense gaze still causes something to stir inside you.

The whistle blows and your focus is back to leaving everything out on the pitch. The first 45 minutes are brutal. Your team struggles to keep possession and struggles even more to defend their attack. You had the unfortunate task of marking Aitana, but you were proud of your efforts. You had limited her to very few touches in the first, and went into the break only down 1-0.

Coming out in the second half you could see Barcelona had flipped a switch. They were matching your physical play, and while your team had managed to equalize in the 50th minute it didn’t last long. Aitana managed to finally dance around you in the midfield and put Barcelona back on top in the 56th. 

Right before stoppage time you have a chance to break, but are harshly pulled back by Aitana. You lay there taking a moment to catch your breath before you see a hand dangling above you, “lo siento,” Aitana says softly as you accept her hand. 

You nod and try to ignore the way her hand fits perfectly in yours. She gives you a gentle pat to the back before running to her position. The free kick doesn’t amount to anything, and the game ends in a 2-1 win for Barcelona. 

You gather around for a team huddle with your Arsenal teammates before breaking away to congratulate the Barcelona girls. Quickly you make your way over to your national team teammates, Lucy and Kiera, and wrap them in a hug. Lucy shoving you away as you try to plant a kiss to her cheek, “save it for your little crush,” she teases.

Admittedly you hadn’t been the most subtle in your infatuation with the Spaniard. Last Lionesses camp you had the pleasure of rooming with Lucy and  chose to spend the time grilling her for any information she had. Thus, it led to her telling Kiera and a never ending line of teasing for the rest of camp. 

Before you get a chance to deny your crush, you see a wicked grin covering Kiera’s face, “well would you look at who it is.”

You spin on your heels just as Aitana reaches the three of you, “hi,” she says, eyes going between each of you. You’re frozen in your spot with a smile so wide it causes your cheeks to hurt. “I am Aitana,” she tells you, reaching out a hand.

“Oh, she knows you. We were just talkin bout ya,” Lucy says.

You nudge Lucy harshly in the side while reaching your other hand out to Aitana, “I’m (y/n),” you say bashfully.

“Sí, you play so good today. Your shirt, I can have it?” She asks tugging on her own jersey. 

You reach for the bottom of your shirt and tug it over your head without a second thought. Immediately holding it out to her you catch her eyes snapping up from your toned stomach back to your eyes. The red tint coating her cheeks makes you smirk, “Can I have yours?”

Aitana nods and you hear the snickering from behind you and shoot a glare at the girls. 

“What a lovely moment,” Lucy jokes as you hear the snap of cameras going off as you and Aitana each hand over your jersey. 

You roll your eyes at Lucy before exchanging thank you’s with Aitana. You wrap the jersey around your neck as you say your goodbyes before jogging off towards Katie who was waving you over. “Look at that, did she write her number on the back of the jersey,” Katie teases when you reach her. You choose to ignore her this time as you steal one last glance at the Ballon d’Or winner before heading back in the tunnel. 

Later that evening you are in your shared hotel room with Laia scrolling through your instagram feed, seeing all the photos of your shirt swap earlier. You post one on your story with ‘best day ever. Thank you!’ and tag Aitana. You have long followed the Barca player, and were extremely excited when she followed you back finally this evening.

“Teach me how to say something sweet in Catalan?” you casually say to your roommate, who’s packing away like you should be doing.

“Oh, why?” Laia perks up. You shrug, refusing to meet her teasing gaze, “you can just message Aitana in English. I’m not going to translate a whole conversation just for you to flirt.”

You roll your eyes, but don’t respond further. You spend way too long trying to think of a message before settling on a simple, ‘hola’. The reply is almost instant and you wonder if she was sitting wondering what to say to you as well. 

Over the next few months you get quite familiar with the midfielder. The DM’s quickly moved over to text and it was rare that a day went by and the two of you didn’t speak. It was mostly friendly, but a bit of cheeky flirting never hurt either. The two of you would send each other daily phrases in an attempt for her to teach you Spanish and her to further expand her English. There were very few phone calls as the both of you quickly realized how shy you got on them. 

You were certain she had the same attraction as you did, but you weren’t eager to jump into a long distance situation. You never met on the pitch again that season having been knocked out of the Champions League earlier than you and your team would’ve liked. It wasn’t until both of your seasons had wrapped up that you would see her again. Lucy had invited you and a few others from the national team out to Barcelona for an end of season celebration. 

You couldn’t hide your disappointment when on your first night out there, Aitana told you she would be unable to come out with you all because she was visiting family. While being able to see Lucy and all the other girls was great, everyone knew you had a very specific reason for being excited for the trip. The next morning when you make your way to the kitchen of the villa Lucy had rented you’re sure you are still dreaming. You rub at your tired eyes, but are still met with the same smile from before. 

“Bon dia (y/n),” Aitana’s sweet voice rings out in your ear. You quickly make your way over wrapping your arms around the smaller girl. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were here? I would’ve come out sooner,” you had spent your morning curled up in bed until the smell of food and the rumble of your stomach forced you up. 

“It is a surprise,” she smiles.

There was a new found energy you had on the trip. The whole time you and Aitana were glued at the hip. Whether it was at breakfast, by the pool, out shopping, clubbing, a restaurant, or wherever you were together. If you parted for even a moment you always found your eyes wandering to meet with hers across the room. At night you would both separate and go to your rooms to sleep only to head to the other’s room first thing in the morning. You were grateful that the girls had left you alone for the most part, and there had been very little teasing. 

You had only two days left on your holiday and didn’t want to end it without spending some one-on-one time with Aitana. You had asked her to join you for dinner, just the two of you and she agreed. That’s how Lucy found herself in your room surrounded by piles of clothes. 

“What do you think of this?” you ask her.

“I don’t know, I mean I think it looks just as good as the last one did,” she shrugs clearly over the fashion show you’ve been putting on for the last 30 minutes.

You sigh, “fine, I’m going to wear the first outfit then.”

Lucy looks like she’s going to lay into you before taking a deep breath, “just relax kid. It will be fine. You don’t have to be nervous. She’ll be excited when you tell her the news and it won’t matter if you were wearing a trash bag.”

You nod, you knew Lucy was right. You change and put the finishing touches on your outfit before meeting Aitana in the living room. You’re speechless, this being the first time either of you dressed up properly the whole trip. Both of your teammates sit around trying to act like they are not paying attention to the interaction, making you quick to usher her out of the villa.

The dinner goes smoothly, you had let Aitana pick the place since she knew the city better than you. Everything is easy with Aitana and you don't feel pressure to be anything but yourself when around her. There is one thing floating in the air around you both, and you can’t hold it in any longer. “Is this a date?”

If you weren’t so caught up in your unnecessary fear you would find it comical the way she freezes with her wine glass halfway lifted to her mouth. “Sí,” she responds, snapping out of it. It was always so attractive to you the way she seamlessly switched between English and Spanish during your conversations. 

“Good, I have to tell you something,” you see the worry rise to her face. “I’m leaving Arsenal this summer.”

“Por qué? Where will you go?” She knew you loved your club, so the shock was evident on her face.

“Barça,” you shrug.

“Pardon, pardon. Can you repeat it,” she stutters out.

You laugh, reaching a hand across the table to grab hold of hers, “Barcelona offered me a contract. I’m coming here next season.”

You match the wide grin that spreads across her face, “I want to kiss you.”

You pull her hand towards you and place a kiss on the back of it, “There will be plenty of kisses to come. I can’t wait for you to show me around Barcelona.”

“It will be best tour yet,” she tells you. 

#aitana bonmati imagine #aitana bonmati x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader

[pedroshotwifey]

Beg For It

Pairing: Virgin!Din Djarin x afab!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Tags/warnings: piv sex, oral (m), cock worship, virgin din, premature ejaculation, teasing, humiliation, sub din, dom reader, degradation, cockpit sex™, embarrassment, age gap (younger reader), din djarin's monster cock, helmet stays on, pet names, snarky reader, experienced reader, stuff I'm forgetting (c'mon guys, it's me.)

Summary: You make a shocking discovery about Din and decide to do something about it.

A/N: Hey babes! Sorry if you're waiting on TTF or FB rn, but my brain does not want to cooperate atm. TTF 4 should be out relatively soon, but I'm not sure about FB. I hope you like this fic, bc I have no idea where it came from 🤣 My asks are always open in the meantime!!

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“Fuck, it’s tight in here,” you complain as you stuff yourself into the small alcove exposed by the panel that was just removed from the Crest’s wall. 

“And a fucking mess. Do you ever organize this shit, Din?” 

The exasperated sigh that comes from behind you is enough to answer your question. 

You roll your eyes as you reach for the tangled ball of wires in front of you. No wonder the lights have been flickering. You’re lucky it wasn’t anything worse than that. 

“Who would even be doing this shit if you didn’t have me? Not like your broad ass could fit in here.” 

Mando scoffs behind you. 

“We got along perfectly fine before you,” he argues. “Grogu could fit in there, I’d have him do it.” 

Now it’s your turn to laugh. 

“Yeah, that would go over well.” 

Din ignores your quip as he comes up to your side and nudges you with his boot. 

“Hey! Can you not?” You turn your head to bite out at him even though he can’t see you. 

“Scootch over,” he demands. “I need to see what you’re doing so you don’t blow the ship up or something.” 

“Wow, it’s really reassuring to know how much faith you have in me, Mando.”

You swear you hear him bite down on a laugh and you smile despite yourself. You squash yourself to the side as much as you can, allowing a small gap so Din can peek in beside you. He groans as he lowers himself to his belly. 

“Poor old man,” you can’t help but tease. “Bad knees getting to you?” 

“Shut up,” Din quips. 

You don’t actually know how old Din is, but you’re placing your bets on late thirties or early forties. Definitely older than you either way, but not quite old enough to be deserving of your quips. That’s not going to stop you, of course. 

By the time he’s looking inside, you’ve untangled the mess of wires and separated the two that need to be switched. 

“Damn it, Mando, you’re blocking my light. I can’t see shit.” 

He sighs for the umpteenth time today. 

“Really? There’s plenty of light,” he argues. 

“Yeah, maybe when you have a fucking night vision mod in your helmet. Get up and tell me what to do from there.” 

He obeys but you swear you hear him mutter something about being bossy through a groan. 

“What have you done so far?” 

“I’ve separated the red and blue wires from the rest.” 

“Okay, go ahead and pull them both from their outlets.” 

You try to pull them off, but you can’t quite reach the outlets on the back wall. 

“Damn it,” you mutter. 

You shove your knees under yourself and arch your back in attempt to push yourself further into the wall. Straining a bit, you’re able to grasp both ends and successfully tug them towards yourself. 

“Got it, what now?” 

“Put the red wire where the blue wire was, and the blue where the red was,” Mando instructs. His voice sounds much raspier than it had a second ago, making you quirk a brow. 

“You okay there?” you ask as you finish the task. 

“Yup,” he croaks. 

“Okay, I’m coming out.” 

You start to wriggle yourself back, and you hear Din make a strangled sound before biting down on it. It’s not until you feel your ass waggling with your movement that you realize what has him so worked up. A sly smirk quickly spreads across your face as you decide there’s no harm in teasing him a bit. 

You groan and arch your back further as you back out, your ass up in the air as much as you can get it. You take your sweet time sitting up once you're out, and you can almost feel the heat coming from Mando by the time you do. You turn around to face him only to find that he’s avoiding your gaze, his hands clasped together casually in front of his crotch. You honestly wonder who he thinks he’s fooling—there’s not much that could hide a tent that size. 

“What’s the matter, big boy?” you ask sweetly. “You look a bit flustered.” 

“N-nothing.” 

You have to physically bite down on your lip to avoid laughing at his voice crack. You’ve never heard him struggle so much. He clears his throat and tries again. 

“Nothing’s wrong, cyar’ika.” 

“Hm. You sure? Because I’m pretty sure you were checking my ass out a second ago.” 

Din chokes on nothing as soon as the words are out of your mouth. 

“I was not!” He bites out in a panicked tone. 

“Nothing wrong with it, I get it. I’d check out my ass, too,” you laugh and shrug. He looks down at his feet and your brows furrow. This might be the most flustered you’ve ever seen him. 

“Dude, it was just an ass, not a big deal. I’m sure you’ve seen much more than that,” you chuckle lightly. 

He slowly looks up at that, and time comes to a stop as things click into place in your head. 

“Holy shit,” you say, bewildered. “You haven’t seen more than that. You’re a virgin aren’t you?” 

You grin when he says nothing in response. No fucking way the Mandalorian hasn’t fucked or been fucked before. Hell, you’ve wanted to fuck him since you came aboard this junk pile of a ship. Damn, you’re going to take this opportunity and fucking run with it. 

“Poor baby Din, never had pussy before,” you coo at him as you stand all the way up. “What’s the matter? Is it too small? Maybe you don’t even like pussy. You want a big strong man to fuck your ass?” You know you’re just spouting anything you think might get under his skin at this point. 

“N-no,” he bites out, though there’s not much conviction behind it. You continue walking towards him, forcing him toward the cockpit’s pilot seat. 

“No? You don’t like cock, Din?” 

“I think you need some help, big guy. You clearly need someone to dominate you, since you don’t have the balls to step up yourself. You’re lucky I’m here, I can show you how good it can be.”

Din’s hands move closer to his clothed cock to hide the twitch that ensues from your words. You see the movement and it only spurs you on. He gulps again as you keep walking toward him.

“No, I-”

“Take a seat, Mando.” 

He crosses his arms and stands up straighter, leveling you with a defiant stare you can practically feel through his beskar helmet. 

“I will do no such thing.” 

“Oh,” you reply, crossing your arms and returning the look. “But you will.”

You glance down at the impressive bulge in his flight suit, smirking when you catch him shift ever so slightly under the weight of your gaze. 

“I think you want to sit down for me, Mando. And I think you’re going to be begging for my cunt by the time I’m done with you.”

You take a step toward him, and you can see the subtle way he stops himself from taking a step back in response. You stop in front of him and let your hand down to graze his covered length. There’s a sharp intake of breath barely heard throughout the hull. If you had been standing where you were a few seconds ago, you would have missed it. 

“Sounds like you already want to, actually.” 

You cup him fully now, and a strangled sound slips through his tightly sealed lips. 

“Poor little virgin Din, doesn’t even know how good he could have been feeling all this time,” you tease, giving him a light squeeze. 

“S-stop,” he grits out, uncrossing his arms to grab your wrist with one hand. Your movements come to a swift stop. 

“Ask me again, and I will,” you tell him. “But I don’t think you really want that, do you? I think you want to stick your dick inside my warm pussy and come your dumb little brains out.”

There’s a brief silence as you stare each other down, and you can almost feel the way he starts to consider his options. 

“I-”

You give him another squeeze, tighter this time, and his hips buck forward as another animalistic sound tumbles from his tongue. 

“Fuck, please,” Din whines as he gives up trying to hold back. You grin wildly at the sound. 

“Please, what, Din? What do you want?” 

“P-please fuck me!” 

Your hand flattens against him and starts to rub sensually up and down, giving him enough friction to have him shivering with each pass. 

“Okay, baby. Sit down like I told you to, and I’ll take care of you.” 

He nods as you start to lead him backwards, the back of his knees hitting the cockpit chair and forcing him to follow your instructions. 

“What a good boy,” you lean forward to coo at the side of his helmet, right where his ear would be. “Why don’t you take your cock out for me?” 

You push yourself away from him, your hands placed on either arm rest as you lean over him. Din hesitates for a moment, clearly not used to the kind of vulnerability you’re asking him to surrender. 

“Go ahead, baby. I promise I won’t make fun.” In fact, you know you won’t. Judging by the massive tent in his pants, there is absolutely no way that Din Djarin is anywhere near small. Not that you’ll tell him that, of course. 

You stare intently as he gulps and lets his hands trail down to unbuckle his belt and shakily pull his zipper down, revealing his boxers. He waits a beat before pulling himself completely out, and you have to fight to keep your jaw from dropping when he does. 

“Holy shit, Djarin,” you gawk. “Well, your dick definitely wasn’t the problem. Scared some people off if anything.” Honestly, it almost scares you. You don’t think your hand could even fully wrap around it if you grabbed it right now. 

You look back to his helmet, making what you hope is eye contact. Judging by the way he shifts in the seat, you’re pretty sure you’re spot-on. 

“You’re so pretty, Din. It’s a shame nobody’s ever told you.” 

“T-thank you,” he breathes, his head turning slightly. 

“I want you to put your hands on the armrests while I show you how pretty I think you are.” 

He hesitates, obviously still not sure about any of this. 

“Go ahead,” you prompt. “Unless you want me to cuff you to the damn chair.” 

At this, he quickly obeys your request and lets his hands go to grip the rests. His cock slaps up, hard and leaking against his covered stomach. He twists his neck all the way to the side, avoiding eye contact as much as he can manage. As much as he’s resisting giving in, you can see how his chest heaves with desire. In this case, the lust is simply stronger than the embarrassment. 

You quickly bring a hand up to grab at the bottom of his helmet, roughly jerking his head back to look at you. 

“You’re going to watch me while I suck your cock. If I see you look away, you’re not going to like what happens after.” 

Din shivers and nods, shaken slightly by your authoritative tone. 

“Say ‘yes, ma’am’.” 

You watch his throat bob as he gulps down his nervousness. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes out. 

“See, you can be such a good boy when you put your mind to it.”

You slink down to your knees and place your hands on his thick, tense thighs. With your eyes level with his cock, you’re able to watch the way a spurt of precum dribbles down from the tip. 

“Look at that, baby. Little dick is drooling already and I haven’t even touched you.” 

Din tenses and clenches his hand but makes a point not to look away. Good, at least you know he’s listening. Who knew how easy it is to tame a Mandalorian? A little humiliation and degradation can go a long way. 

You lean forward, grabbing hard onto his thighs in reminder to keep his hands where they are as you stick your tongue out to scoop up the precum leaking down his shaft. His hips jut forward, and you swear you hear a quiet whine from his helmet. You can’t help but chuckle lightly.

You decide not to waste your time with little licks, and instead lean forward to take his entire tip into your mouth. Now you definitely hear a whine. You struggle to shove more of him into your mouth and down your throat, his girth making it much more of a task than it needs to be. 

You can feel yourself getting wetter just from the thought of how deliciously he would stretch you out in other places. It really is a damn shame he’s kept this absolute monster tucked away for so long. 

His fingers twitch at the same time his head slams back into the headrest, though he keeps it angled down so he can keep watching you. You have to swallow a few times to work him all the way down, and by that time you can almost feel the way he’s tightened up to restrain himself. 

You take pity on him and pull back, resisting the urge to gag as his weight drags across your throat again. A string of spit connects you to his shiny cock as you smirk up at him. 

“Tell me how it feels, sweet boy.” 

“F-feels s-so good, c-cyare,” Din squeaks. 

“Yeah, you want more?” 

He nods furiously and you immediately flick the tip of his swollen cock, earning you a strangled yelp as his hips buck wildly. 

“What’s the matter? Finally got your dick wet and suddenly you forget how to speak?” 

He begins to shake his head before catching himself and giving you a verbal response. 

“N-no–I mean, yes, yes I want more! Please touch me,” he thrusts his hips forward again, though you're not sure if it’s voluntary or not. 

“Alright, since you asked so nicely.” 

You quickly grasp him and start to pump him furiously, leaning to him again to drool on his tip. The extra lubricant makes your hand glide more smoothly, your pace picking up to the point where you can see his balls drawing up. 

You work your mouth in tandem with your fist, worshiping his throbbing cock with open mouthed kisses and gentle nips on the exposed skin. You close your eyes for a second to savor the way he feels between your lips, and the salty flavor that graces your tongue. If you died with Din Djarin’s dick in your mouth, you would die a happy woman.

“C-cyare, I-” 

He cuts himself off as you quickly pull yourself away, leaving him with nothing but your cooling spit to focus on. 

“No, no, no–ung–I, p-please!” 

You laugh at him as he thrusts up, trying to find some kind of friction. His voice sounds wet, almost like there are tears in his eyes. 

“Aww,” you stand back to admire his writhing body. “Poor thing can’t remember anything but ‘please’. That’s cute. Not hard to get you dumb, is it, Mando?” 

You start to strip in front of him, and his hands come up from the armrests. 

“You better not be moving your fucking hands, Din,” you warn. “I know where you keep those damn binders, don’t think I won’t use them.” 

He groans but lets his wrists back down. His feet shift instead since there’s nothing else he’s able to move at the moment. He whines again as your top comes off with your bra, and then your pants with your panties. 

Fully naked and obviously soaked, you stalk toward him yet again, stopping to place your hand on his shoulder as you climb into his lap, careful not to touch his cock just yet. You settle your thighs over the tops of his and spread your legs. 

When you look up at him, he’s staring you back in your eyes, refusing to look down. You smirk once you realize why. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby boy,” you say. “Go ahead and look at my pussy, I know you want to.” 

You watch him slowly lower his gaze and breathe out a curse once it lands on your seam. Leaning forward, you whisper again to the side of his helmet. 

“You can move a hand, Din. Spread me open.” 

He visibly trembles at your command but lifts an arm none-the-less. You feel his fingers trail gently down to where you want him, but he stops just short. 

“T-take my glove off, please. Want to feel you, cyar’ika.” 

You smile at him and carefully bring his hand up to pull his glove off, his dick twitching as you do so. You lick your lips as a tanned and scarred hand is revealed. It’s ridiculous how attracted you are to that simple appendage. You wish you could see his entire body, but you know that’s not a likely scenario. 

Once his glove is discarded on the floor, he moves back to your cunt and sucks in a harsh breath as he feels you. 

“You’re s-so wet,” he says in a way that makes you unsure if he meant to say it out loud or not.

You laugh quietly and guide his hand so that he can prod at your hole, to which he chokes. 

“That’s all because of you, sweet boy.” 

You move your hips forward, and his fingers slip through your seam, your slick collecting on the rough pads. You grasp his wrist to bring his hand to your lips, opening your mouth to suck your tang of the digits at the same time as you let your pussy push against the underside of Din’s cock. 

Another animalistic noise accompanies the way his entire body jolts at the sudden contact. With a pop, you pull his fingers from your mouth to make room for the giggle that bubbles up from your throat. 

“Poor baby’s so sensitive!” you exclaim as you grind against him, making him groan with each pass. Both of his hands grip down hard, one on the rest and the other on your thigh. The man has a fucking grip, you’re sure there will be five little bruises littered across your skin tomorrow. You wonder how good that grip would feel on your hips as he drills himself into you from the back, and file that thought back for another day. 

You shudder as his tip bumps up against your clit, sending little shocks up your spine and making you dizzy. 

“Gonna fuck you now, baby boy,” you breathe. “You want that? Want to stick your cock inside me?” 

“I-ungh-yes, yes!” 

“Yeah?” you ask as you keep up your movements. “Beg for it.” 

“P-please,” Din asks a bit too quietly for your liking. You would bet all the credits you won that he’s blushing under that armor right now.

“Oh, come on now, you can do better than that.” 

There’s a short moment where you think Din isn’t going to do it, and a lump of disappointment gets stuck in your throat. Luckily, he doesn’t make you sit with it for too long. 

“Please, please put my d-dick in your pussy, want to feel you, please! I-I can’t–I want–”

In the middle of his babbling, you lift yourself up and line his cock with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down. His hands fly to your hips at the same time his thoughts fly from his brain, unable to think of anything but the way your tight pussy is parting to welcome his fat tip. 

He’s never felt anything quite this pleasurable before, the sensation nearly blinding him as you work yourself down onto him. 

Your head tilts back as Din holds onto your hips for dear life. The combination of that pressure along with the burn from his cock stretching you out is almost too much. You can feel a heat bubbling at the base of your spine, and he’s not even all the way inside of you yet. 

“Oh, god, that’s so good, Din. You’re so good.” 

He whimpers in response, though part of that may be due to the fact that your hips are now flush to his. You’re both panting, a sheen of sweat coating both of your bodies. You can’t see the perspiration on Din, but you can feel the moist heat emanating from him. 

You open your eyes, not realizing they had been closed in the first place. You’ve never been this fucking full in your life. You swear you can feel him all the way up to your throat.

“M–plea–please move,” Din begs and lets his helmet rest on your forehead. His entire body is shaking with the effort of not blowing his load too quickly. 

You grant his request, starting to rock your hips as you bring a hand to settle on his neck, delighted to find a damp mess of curls peeking out from his helmet at the nape. Din gasps as you tug lightly while lifting your hips. 

You start a slow but steady rhythm, your skin slapping against each other each time you bottom out. His heavy cock drags against your walls, making your toes curl. A little whine sneaks out from Din’s concealed lips every time you sink down on him. 

A lewd moan tumbles from your lips as you feel him punch against your cervix, tucking in further than you’ve ever been able to reach before. 

“Fuck, Din! You’re so deep, baby!” 

“I’m not g-going to last l-long, Meshla,” Din strains. 

You ride him harder, taking that as a challenge. The tight thatch of hair at the base of his cock catches on your clit as you slam down on him, bringing you further to the brink. Something white hot flashes within your body, blinding you momentarily. 

You’re not even able to tell him you’re close too before you’re clamping down on him, and he’s shouting as he loses control. Your moans tangle together as you soak his dick, your legs trembling unlike you’ve ever experienced before. 

Din wraps his arms around you as he thrusts up into you, spilling himself within your heat. You’ve never in your life seen or felt anyone come as much as he does. Every time you think he’s done, you feel another spurt of his seed clinging to your walls.

By the time you’re both coming down, your ears have started ringing and your breathing has calmed down enough for you to get a word out, though you’re not sure Mando’s quite capable of that yet. 

“Y-you good?” you manage to gasp. 

You feel Din nod against you, and give yourself permission to lean against him. You’re wrung fucking dry. If this is what it feels like when you’re on top, what might it be like when Din’s in charge? The thought makes your body shudder and your pussy quiver. You sit in silence with him for a while until he finally breaks it with a voice just above a whisper. 

“C-can we do that again?”

You laugh at hearing the last thing you expected to come from his mouth after that. 

“Fucking maker, Din.”

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[jenscx]

ATTENTION 30 — alpha side (half-written)

you had almost just rushed out of your dorm, eager to see minji, but a certain bunny was blocking your way.

“oh? unnie, where are you going?” wonyoung stares at you awkwardly. she’s your confidant, your saviour in this group.

“going to see minji…” you confess. wonyoung’s eyes brighten and you can sense that she’s about to unload a tsunami of questions.

her face suddenly turns conflicted and she turns to you with a look of determination, “unnie!”

“yes?” you reply, a little wary of your group mate now.

“you have to ask minji-ssi on a date today, if you come back and don't do so, i’m not letting you in the dorm!” your eyes widen at her demand. asking minji…?

“wonyoung-ah, don’t act so rash… minji and i are still a little hesitant around each other—”

“no? danielle told me that you two are really close now? texting almost every day! and you even said goodnight to her on bubble!” if you weren’t so taken aback by her proposal, you would find her little tantrum cute.

you slowly nod to her request, “it’s true that we are becoming closer now but i’m planning to let minji take the first move again.”

“why?”

“don’t you remember that stunt she pulled on me?” you scoff, “wonyoung, I’m giving her this chance to finally show me that she’s serious. if she doesn’t take it, i’ll know what type of relationship we truly have.”

the tall visual stares at you, unwavering. you can already sense what she’s thinking, i don’t remember unnie being so calculating before.

“psh, unnie! you should have just said that from the start!” wonyoung rolls her eyes. you laugh awkwardly.

“can i go now? minji’s probably waiting for me.”

wonyoung steps aside and salutes you, her childish yet adorable side showing as she cheers you on, “don’t do anything rei would do!”

“of course!”

your manager doesn’t ask any questions about your budding friendship (or relationship?) with minji. it’s quite drastic to be frank, so you wouldn’t have minded any curiosity, especially from someone that witnessed firsthand your hatred for the young leader.

you pull up your mask at the thought of how brazen you acted. hating each other for nothing… well, at least it led to this.

this? what could you call this? even the thought of minji makes you flustered. the car’s air-conditioning works perfectly fine, but you’re still flushed to your neck and even your ears. thank god it’s dark, if not your manager would witness your similarity to a tomato. if over text she already makes you a blushing mess, in real life… you would probably be reduced to putty just by her voice.

it’s shameful to admit this, but you watched minji’s lives just to listen to her voice and sometimes even fell asleep while doing so. luckily none of your members have caught you yet, you would not be able to live peacefully afterwards.

“yn-ssi? we’re here.”

you thank your manager and pull your cap further down your head, hoping no one would recognise you and ask for an autograph. it was kind of vulnerable being out so late without any bodyguards or security.

you make quick steps to the group’s apartment, having visited once beforehand when the leader wasn’t around. hanni and danielle had invited you over to celebrate your birthday then, but minji was out doing a photoshoot with the maknaes of the group.

feather knocks resounded on the door, contrast to the obnoxiously loud pounding of your heart.

“minji-yah, it’s unnie.” if you were any more bold, you would have called her by her nickname. but you knew, chances are that hyein would be on the other side of the door and the poor leader would have to suffer a lifetime of teasing.

the door quickly swings open and gasps immediately leave the lips of the other members.

“yn unnie!” hyein being the first one to speak. she’s dressed in cute dinosaur pyjamas— you wondered where they got one fit for her height.

“hi! can i come in?”

the girls all step aside, revealing a bashful kim minji watching you from the couch.

“ah… you’re here already…”

“you knew about yn unnie coming? what type of unnie are you?! i’m dressed in some ridiculous pyjamas!” hyein whines. you try to argue that you find it adorable but someone else butts in.

“why else would minji unnie be so happy? hyein-ah, use your brain,” haerin retorts, dressed in an equally charming cat onesie. your eyes wander over the girls, realising they’re all dressed in some sort of animal pyjamas.

all except for…

“minji even took off her onesie because it was too embarrassing!”

“i took it off because it was too hot!”

“no, you probably thought you looked silly in front of yn unnie,” hanni retorts in english.

minji groans, “bro, i am not arguing with you right now. go bother haerin or something.”

you laugh, finding their whole interaction even sillier than how they looked in their animal onesies.

(and maybe a little attractive since minji’s voice while speaking english just feels so much more enchanting.)

the eldest has a pout on her face, arms crossed as she sits on the couch, unwilling to face hanni, who’s currently making kissy faces at minji.

“i’m sorry you had to witness that,” minji mumbles as you take a seat next to her.

“oh? it was funny though? i liked it,” you lean in particularly close to whisper the next few words, “especially the part where you spoke in english.”

minji turns to you, startled and cheeks ablaze.

“unnie…”

you lean back on the couch, satisfied with minji’s response and reaction.

“what’s up with this onesie occasion though?” you ask, genuinely curious.

minji looks baffled as she speaks, “haerin wanted to have a costume party… and everyone got roped in.”

“where’s yours?”

she sighs, “i took it off. it was so embarrassing having to wear that, and you were coming over, so it would be a bit awkward to greet you in such a silly costume.”

your eyes sparkle at the thought of minji in a onesie.

“let’s go to your room, i have to see you in a onesie.”

minji, a little hesitant, eventually caves in when you give her your best puppy eyes.

(the rest of newjeans watch on in disgust, happiness and envy, but that last one is mostly from hyein.)

minji’s room is spacious and clean, you realise. there’s barely a speck of dust and her bed is filled with plushies. on top of her desk is a cork board, one plastered with pictures of her group mates on various trips.

“i’ll go to the washroom to change,” minji clears her throat, “just sit on my bed.” you nod and take a seat on her well-kempt bed.

there’s a theme of bears repeated in her daily items; bear slippers, bear stickers, bear mugs…

you wondered if her onesie…

“oh my god, minji!” you exclaim, “you look so cute!”

truly, at that point in time, minji held all your affection. a clumsy and awkward kim minji, dressed in an adorable brown fuzzy bear onesie… you didn’t know how she managed to be so lovely.

you don’t even resist the urge to hug her anymore. minji was already your weakness. with the addition of the bear pyjamas, you could barely hold on.

throwing yourself around her, you snuggle into the faux fur, squealing, “jinnie, you’re so fucking cute, holy shit.”

minji, cautiously places her arms around your waist, returning the embrace.

“ah… unnie…”

“minji, please let me take photos of you,” you beg, and how could minji say no to a face like that?

“don’t post them though,” she mutters.

you stare at her, boldness in your eyes, “of course not, these photos are solely reserved for me, and only me.”

“unnie, don’t say things like that!”

after using up your whole storage on minji, you’re finally done snapping photos of the now shy bear that’s hiding under her bedsheets.

“unnie, are you staying the night?” she asks softly.

“i didn’t bring any pyjamas though?” you say.

minji seems even more shy now, as she whispers out, “want to borrow mine?”

ah, you think, gazing at the girl, i’m screwed.

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💃 lilyelsieinthemerrywidow

hey um whats going on in the balkans right now 😨 do you think theres going to be a war in europe soon im nervous

🙎‍♂️ thegreat-trainrobbery1903 Follow

well, a major war caused by a crisis in the balkans has been speculated on for a while. but it'll probably only last about a year like the war of 1870, plus you don't even live near the balkans, i wouldn't worry too much

💃 lilyelsieinthemerrywidow

yeah youre probably right

#and if it did reach us it would most likely be beneficial anyway #<-prev

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#i've been editing this all day i have had enough. releasing it into the wild now #fake posts

[straykeedz]

day 18: lee know + lactation kink

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tw: established relationship!au; pregnancy!au; reader feels insecure about her breasts; nipple play; female orgasm but sort of cumming untouched; this is pretty soft for a kinktober fic tbh; ♡

wc: 2,4k;

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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You let out a heavy sigh, not pleased with what you see reflected in the bedroom mirror. 

The problem is - your boobs are huge and heavy, definitely not sexy in your opinion, and you can’t fit them in any of your tops or even t-shirts by now. You’re perfectly aware that with pregnancy come changes - in your life, in your mind, in your body. Everything changes, and as you look at your reflection, you can’t pretend that it hasn’t affected you.

What makes things a hundred times worse is that you know Minho, your husband, loves your boobs the way they were. He’s told you when you first started dating and you’d confessed to him that you were insecure about having the size of your breasts - from that moment on, he practically started worshipping them, reminding you every chance he got of how perfect they are. “The perfect size for me”, he’d said while cupping them in his hands. 

And now they are… big, heavy, full, and definitely not the perfect size for Minho, you’re afraid. What if he won’t like your body once you’ve given birth to your child? What if he’ll stop being attracted to you?

“What are you doing?” Minho’s voice startles you, making your body jolt. “Sorry, love, I didn’t mean to startle you.”, he murmurs in your ear, wrapping his arms around your round belly and placing a kiss on your temple. 

You are now both reflected in the mirror - Minho enveloping you in a soft hug, one hand on your belly, gently caressing the baby bump as a wide smile spreads on his face. “You look so beautiful, my love.”

Those words make tears well up in your eyes almost instantly. Minho can see the shift of expression on your face in the mirror, so he gently turns your body around, concerned with your reaction. “Woah, what’s up, love? What’s wrong?”, he caresses your cheek with his fingers, brushing a lock of hair from your face.

That’s what it takes for you to break down, and before you could stop yourself - you’re already crying, sobbing even harder once he pulls you in for a tight hug as his soft hands caress your back. “It’s - it’s just…”, you stutter, incapable of stopping the tears. 

“Shh, it’s okay love, it’s okay.”, he soothes you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Come here.”

Minho sits on the mattress of your shared bed with his spine against the headboard and spreads his legs. He pats down on the mattress, signaling for you to come sit between his legs. It’s something he’d always do whenever you’re feeling stressed or overwhelmed or just want to cuddle - it’s a cute habit you adore. You rest your back against his chest, and he places both of his hands on your round belly. 

“Calm down, love. It’s alright, everything’s fine.”, he tries to soothe you, but his attempt clearly fails as you cry even harder. 

“Nothing’s fine!”, you nearly shout, which takes Minho completely off guard as he stares at you with a shocked expression on his face. “Nothing’s fine, nothing’s okay. I’m fucking huge and ugly.”, you hiccup.

You can feel Minho’s body literally freeze, hands stopping their movements on your belly as his breath gets caught in his throat. “What?”, is all he manages to say, still too stunned to speak. How could you even think such an absurd thing, let alone say it out loud? 

You just nod, and he hears you sniffle, before you slightly turn your body so that you’re now facing him - eyes red and puffy. “It’s true.”, you mumble, drying your tears that are streaming down your cheeks with the back of your hand. “My boobs are huge, they don’t even fit in my clothes anymore. I hate them, and I know you don’t like them either, which -“

“Woah there…” Minho interrupts you, eyebrows furrowed and a perplexed look on his face. “What are you talking about?”, he asks, still pretty confused. So this was what was bothering you and making you cry? He can’t believe it. 

“I-…”, you stutter, not knowing exactly how to put your thoughts into coherent words. “I know you don’t like big boobs. I thought you wouldn’t… find me attractive like this.”, you try to explain. 

Minho has to physically contain himself from laughing out loud. He shakes his head instead, a mischievous grin on his face. “Oh, love…”, he whispers, his hands moving from your belly to the underside of your breasts. “Who told you I don’t like your boobs the way they are now? Who told you this bullshit?”, he asks you. 

“I-I…”, you stutter, not being able to come up with a proper answer. 

“Exactly, no one.” Minho shots back. “Because I love them.” 

“You do?”, you turn your head to meet his eyes - your own a bit glossy and red. God, Minho hates to see you cry, especially over something like this. He’d gladly spend the rest of his days showing you how much he loves and adores every single inch of your body. 

“Of course I do, love.”, he kisses you on the cheek, and at the same time his hands move from your round belly to your breasts, gently cupping them in his palms, caressing them over the layer of your t-shirt. The sensitivity makes a shiver run down your spine nonetheless. “Sensitive?”, he murmurs, fingers gently tracing the outline of your boobs and nipples. 

“So much.”, you sigh, relaxing in Minho’s embrace as his delicate touch relaxes you and makes you finally forget about your insecurities. 

The pads of his fingers circle the area around your nipples, and this time you can’t hold back a whimper as you arch your back - and he can feel them harden under his touch. “Do you want me to…”, he starts, placing two or three soft kisses on your cheek, “…show you…”, now your jawline, “…how much I love your tits?”, finally, your neck, making you shiver. 

You nod, and his hands find their way under your - his - oversized t-shirt and finally, you can feel his touch directly on your skin. Delicate, hesitant, scared to hurt you or to cause you any discomfort. He doesn’t know that he’s healing your wounds - he’s making you feel wanted, loved, cherished, and he’s making you forget what you were insecure about in the first place. 

“Can I touch them - properly?”, he whispers in your ear, his hair tickling your skin, 

You nod once again, and he cups your boobs using his hands - so big compared to yours. His hands are cold, and the sensation makes you squeak and then giggle. He’s gentle as he touches you, delicately groping your breasts, then brushing the pads of his thumb on each nipple. When his skin brushes yours, you let out a proper moan. Not a whimper, not a sigh - a moan. Your nipples have always been sensitive, but your pregnancy brought it on a whole different level, to the point that only a simple touch like this is arousing you. 

“Min.”, you whimper, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and closing your eyes as he continues to tease your sensitive nipples, now softly squeezing them between two of his fingers.  As he does so - he instantly feels something wet on the pads of his digits.

At first, he’s taken aback, so he repeats the action just to make sure he’s not just imagining it. But no, his fingers feel definitely wet. He immediately pulls one hand out to check, the other remains on your boob, although he stops squeezing your nipple. And he sees something whitish coating the pads of his digits. 

“Love, is this…?”, he’s speechless. 

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.”, you mumble, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, staring at his fingers as well. “I noticed earlier, when I was changing.” 

Right before your insecurities kicked in.

“Have you, uh… tasted it?” Minho swears he can feel his cheeks heat up as he asks you this question, somehow unable to tear his eyes off of his fingers. You shake your head as a no. “Do you… want to?” Okay, now he’s definitely blushing. 

“I, uh… I read online that it’s not properly milk. So it may taste weird.”, you explain. “But I’m kind of curious.”

He brings his fingers, coated in the whitish liquid, to your mouth. You give a small, kitten lick on his fingers, tasting the substance. It’s a flavor you’re not able to describe, different than everything you know. 

“How is it?” Minho asks, not able to hide the curiosity in the tone of his voice.

“It’s weird.”, you admit. 

“Can I… taste it, too?”

His question catches you off-guard, but in the end it only makes sense that he tries it too. So you hum in approval. “Sure.”

And then he brings the same fingers to his lips, licking off what remains of the liquid. He now gets what you meant - it does taste weird, but not necessarily in a negative way. 

“Can I see?”, he asks before he can stop himself. 

You don’t even have to ask him what is it that he wants to see, you just know. You nod, and you feel his fingers slide the t-shirt you’re wearing up your torso, revealing your beautiful breast and you use your hands to keep it in place. You can see him biting his lower lip at the sight of your naked breast, full and heavy. Then, he brings his fingers back on your nipple, and he squeeze it between the pads, watching fascinated and absolutely mesmerized the way a couple of droplets of that same whitish liquid drip from it. He brings his digits back to his lips to give it another taste, and then places them back on your nipple, repeating the very same motions for a couple of times more. 

“You taste so sweet, love.”, he murmurs in your ear, fingers squeezing your nipples delicately. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

You shake your head as a no. “Nope, feels good.”, you smile at him. Somehow, his hands on your boobs seem to relax you, even though you struggled to change your shirt earlier due to the sensitivity. Minho must have magic hands. 

“It does?”, he sounds genuinely surprised. 

“Mh-hm.”, you hum. “It’s nice. I feel less sore.”

He stays quiet for a while, maybe a minute or two, and you just know he has something on his mind, you know your man. As predicted, after a while he speaks. “Love, can I try something?”, his voice is soft as he speaks, still massaging your breasts. You assent, because you know you can trust him. “Lie down on the bed, love. On your side.”, he instructs.

You’re kind of thankful he chose this position, because your back pain is killing you. He lies down next to you, facing you, and places a soft kiss on your lips before lifting your t-shirt once again, motioning for you to take it off completely. Once you do, he cups both of your breasts in his hand once again, and then you can feel him squirm and move, until his face is nearly pressed against your breast. 

You see him lick his lower lip before parting his lips, and he spares you a quick glance before attaching his mouth to your nipple. It’s not the first time he does it, of course, but it’s the first time since you’ve started lactating. However, you have to reiterate your previous statement - it’s somehow really helping you feel less sore. 

He gives one small, tentative suck, careful not to use teeth because he knows it hurts like a bitch, especially since you’re feeling extra sensitive, and you kick your head back, closing your eyes and breathing through your nose - as the sensation is overwhelming in the best way possible. His fingers are still on your other nipple, stimulating it with soft, gentle touches alternated with light squeezes. 

He hums against the skin of your chest, sucking delicately as the runny liquid drips into his mouth, and he gladly swallows it, swirling his tongue around your nipple to make sure to catch every single drop that falls from it. After a while, he pulls away to avoid overstimulating the zone, and moves to your other nipple, doing the same thing. He takes your nipple into your mouth and starts to suck gently. 

Inevitably, your hand ends up in his hair, entangling your fingers in his dark locks as you share such an intimate moment. 

The sensitivity of your nipples combined with the stimulation provided by Minho’s fingers and mouth causes the familiar sensation of your orgasm to build up in your lower abdomen unexpectedly. “Min-ho…”, you’re cut off by a choked sound that escapes your throat, and you tug at his hair a bit harder, making him whimper against your nipple. 

He knows how you sound like when you’re about to cum - it’s unmistakable, and judging by the way you’re pulling his hair and breathing through your nose, it seems you’re pretty close. Minho continues to lap at your nipple while playing with your other one, toying with it using his fingers - caressing it, flicking it, squeezing it and smearing the runny substance all over your skin until he feels your body tremble. 

“Min, Minho, baby… cumming…”, you chant, and he can feel you squeezing your thighs together to relieve the tension as your orgasm washes all over you. 

Minho hums satisfied against your skin before pulling away from your nipple when he feels you pull his hair a bit harder, swallowing your milk and wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, he runs his tongue all over the surface of your other nipple and boob to lick it clean. 

Finally, he places a soft kiss on your lips and pulls you closer to him until your bodies are pressed together and your face is in the crook of his neck. “You’re perfect, my love. Do you believe me now?”, he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair. You nod weakly, already feeling tired.

He helps you put your t-shirt back on, then cuddles up next to you, covering you up with a blanket, his hand on your belly. 

“Sleep tight, my loves.”

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