#The purchasers ended up wanting the baby anyway

[coochiequeens]

Sounds like the fertility agency misled the couple into thinking that twins were guaranteed so worth the price which led to a feeling of not getting what they paid for. If she aborted they might not have had to pay her so they could save that money for another try at twins.

"It's a baby. It's a healthy baby. I'm not understanding," the surrogate recalls

By Hannah Sacks Published on January 23, 2024

Signing up to be a surrogate can be a way to give a gift to another couple — but what happens if they change their mind?

A TikTok user named Heathyr signed up to be a surrogate in the middle of 2019 after she spent nearly five years wanting to get involved with the process.

"For me to be a parent, that is literally my favorite thing in the world," Heathyr says in a series of videos posted to her TikTok account. "And to be a surrogate, to give somebody else that feeling, like being a parent. That is why I wanted to be a surrogate."

Though it took a while for Heathyr to match with a couple, she eventually found one that she felt was "on the same page" as her. She says that from the beginning, she made it clear that the one thing that was very important to her was her stance on termination.

"I personally, this is my own opinion, you don't have to agree with me. I personally do not believe in termination unless there is something that will hurt the quality of life of the child," she shares. Heathyr says that while she is largely against abortions, she thinks it isn't fair to bring a child into the world if there is a life-threatening disease or injury.

The couple she matched with said they were Catholic and didn't believe in termination, so Heathyr says she figured they would get along well. The parents were hoping to have twins, a boy and a girl, which Heathyr says they told her repeatedly.

She proceeded with the surrogacy process, however, the first transfer didn't take. In February of 2020, they did another transfer and Heathyr successfully got pregnant — but things weren't exactly as the couple had hoped.

"When I went to get my ultrasound done, my first ultrasound, it only showed one sac, which just means that only one of the embryos attached," Heathyr explains. "So we didn't know if it was the boy or the girl but we knew that I was pregnant and the beta numbers were rising accordingly, which is the start of showing it's a healthy, successful pregnancy."

Soon after, Heathyr called the mom to tell her the exciting news, but the mom voiced some concerns, saying that she wasn't sure why both the sacs didn't stick. "This really confused me," Heathyr says in the video. "What do you mean? It's a baby. It's a healthy baby. I'm not understanding."

The couple wanted her to have another ultrasound to double-check that there was no twin hiding. After having another ultrasound, Heathyr confirmed that there was just one sac and that this time, there was a heartbeat.

By the time the next ultrasound came around, the COVID-19 pandemic had started to shut down parts of the world. At around seven or eight weeks pregnant, Heathyr got an email from her match manager at the surrogate agency who asked her to call her.

"She's like, 'I want to read you a letter from [the parents] because they are just very heartbroken and they don't know how to tell you this. So they wrote this letter and they want me to read it to you,' " Heathyr recalls.

"So she reads me this letter and the gist of it was, 'Heathyr we are so sorry, but you know, this virus is getting pretty bad and we just think it would be best for you to have a termination at this time. And we will try again when the virus is over with and we would be happy to work with you again.' "

The note came as a shock to Heathyr, who says she started to cry and thought the couple was messing with her. She decided to call her lawyer and ask if she had to go through with the termination, even though the baby was completely healthy.

She was told to set up a Zoom call with her lawyer and the parents, where the dad proceeded to yell at her for not respecting their wishes. "I'm just bawling and I ended up getting off the phone," she remembers.

"I talked to my lawyer and she pretty much just made it clear, 'Heathyr, I went over and over this contract and you do not have to have a termination. Obviously, that is your decision. They cannot sue you. In the contract, it states that you would only have a termination for a medical reason that would end in quality of life issues for the child.' "

She got a few other opinions from different lawyers, who all told her that the couple would not be able to sue her if she decided not to terminate the baby. While Heathyr notes that things could've changed if she'd contracted COVID-19, she never got the virus and the baby was perfectly healthy.

In May, Heathyr got a call from her OB, who told her that the intended dad was sending her doctor emails every day about different COVID-19 cases. "He was sending her certified mail to the office about the emails. They were pretty much just printed out. And he was calling the office every day," she says.

When the time came to give birth, Heathyr says the couple flew out to her home state of Ohio to pick up their baby. Although the intended mom had expressed wanting to be in the delivery room, she ended up changing her mind and decided to stay in the waiting room.

After Heathyr delivered the baby boy, she says that the parents completely changed their tune. "The parents kept bringing him into my room. I would be wheeled over to him in their room. I got to hold him and get pictures with him. They each wrote me cards thanking me for all I did and how I kept their baby safe."

"And how they'd never forget me and they just appreciate what I've done for them, I've completed their family. You wouldn't have thought those last 9½, 10 months happened because it was just surreal."

At the end of the day, Heathyr was happy that the parents seemed to be excited when they met their son.

"I just know I saw the way they looked at him and the mom was just so happy and crying," she shares. "And that's what I wanted. You can't force somebody to want a baby, but the whole journey I was so scared. And I just knew when I saw them that they are happy."

#Anti surrogacy #Babies are not commodities #If the couple was really catholic they wouldn't have tried surrogacy in the first place #Reproductive purchasers changing their mind during the pregnancy #The purchasers ended up wanting the baby anyway #They subjected their surrogate to all that stress just to take the kid anyway #Reproductive purchasers trying to force a woman into abortion #Was she paid? Or did they try to weasel out of that?

[hoesformatt]

LEND A HELPING HAND

matt smut, I got this idea from these rubi rose photos (she’s litch in all my headers) + i wrote this in a day 😝

dom!matt • slutty nurse!poc!reader friendly

contains: pet names, no use of y/n, nurse ROLEPLAYYY (that’s the whole theme if you hadn’t got it yet…), oral (m!receiving), cowgirl + the butterfly position (new position unlocked 🔓), LOTS of sex talk, breeding kinks, choking kinks, markings, raw/unprotected sex (fictional!), multiple orgasms, the whole damn freak show

word count: 1.5k

semi-proofread

I went through the racks of clothing, and everything started to look exactly the same by the time. Nelly got sick and tired of my shit as we’ve only been in the mall for an hour and I’ve been trying to leave for the past 30 minutes.

We exited the store being met with the Spencer’s directly across from the store we were in.

She relentlessly dragged me across the busy stands and seats scattered along the way to the next.

Spencer’s was a… unique store, we waltzed in at the perfect time, when Ayesha Erotica was blasting from the speakers, “Are we in hell?” I was thinking more of a Hot Topic but this definitely proved me wrong.

“I know you’ve been wanting to try new things with your little bae thing... and I also know you refuse to do it raw, which kind of makes you a pussy, but I can assure you if you put on of these—” She came up to the back of the store while explaining it to me, then picked up a slutty nurse outfit.

I examined it, debating in my head whether it would look good on me or not. I ended up coming back to my senses and slamming it back down on the rack. “Fuck no”.

Nelly rolled her eyes “You’re so fucking vanilla." She mocked me, leaving the section that also had dildos and other sex toys.

I’m not vanilla. “Let’s go, I don’t need anything” Not even 10 minutes on being in we left anyway without buying anything once again. Nelly’s arms flew into the air like a surrender “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you” she sing-songs. I contemplated on purchasing the set when we left the retail but I kept on walking until I saw the restroom.

“I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll see you in the car?” Nelly went on with it, typing off her fingers and not taking her eyes off of her device. When I saw her get caught in the traffic of people, I proceeded to walk back to Spencer’s and buy the outfit.

By the time I dropped Nelly off and I got back home, Matt was playing his video games in his room, and his fingers were moving so strategically across the console.

I knocked on his door and said, “I’m back.” I smiled at him when he glanced back for a second before focusing on his game again. “What’d you get?” he inquired. “Nothing.” I didn’t know if it fit yet, so I just hid it behind my back and walked towards the bathroom to try it on.

It’s cute… The thigh-high fishnets were a bit tight around the band, and my ass hung out the mini-dress showing a bit of my red v-string, but shit, I looked more than motherfucking good. I knew Matt would instantly get hard from the red compliments of the outfit because he loves when I wear red.

I took my photos in the full-sized mirror, spreading my legs erotically, exposing my panties and the wetness already visible.

I slammed down my phone on the counter before checking myself out for the last time.

Slipping the door open, Matt was still infatuated with fornite and cussing out Chris across the screen. Matt showed no attention until I sat on his desk, legs apart, and finally his eyes peered to my blood-red panties.

Exiting the game, he threw his console onto the desk, reverting his attention to me and gripping my thighs. "Go ahead; I don’t feel so well” He almost instantly folded and played the part. Matt put my legs over his shoulders to kiss my inner-thighs “Don’t worry, I’m just going to see how it tastes and how this dick feels” I remarked while he licked the skin close to my pussy. The louder my whimpers got, the more his hardness grew a tent in his shorts. "Baby, you know how to turn me on” Matt muttered.

I moaned quietly, removing Matt from between my legs. I pushed him back into his seat, I creeped up to kiss him, and he gripped my neck holding me still while he put his tongue down my throat. “Slow down, you’re my patient—” I planted my feet, sinking down to tease the band of his grey shorts “And I’m going to take care of you”.

Matt gleamed a smirk from my words, stripping off his shorts to his ankles, I pulled his cock out, being met with his rock-hard rock cock that throbbed in my hand. I wrapped my hand around his dick and slapped the head of his cock on my tongue. I swiped my tongue across Matt’s length making him let out a breathy moan “You're so hard and you taste so good”.

I sucked on his tip only and Matt grew more in my hand. Finally, I took my hands off, stuffing his dick in my mouth to the point where I was spluttering on him. Matt’s groans were deep and loud as I dragged my mouth along his length, his chest heaved up and down, loving the way I deep-throated.

He held my head, thrusting upwards for his length to hit the back of my throat. “You’re so good for me” Matt threw his head back from all the pleasure.

He was barely able to breathe with his climax rushing through his body. Seconds before he came, I popped my mouth off, jerking his cock in my hands so that he could cum on tits.

I raised myself from my knees, dragging my v-string off agonisingly slow for Matt to watch. I tossed my panty at him “On the bed, baby” He sat at the edge of the bed and I hovered his lap, positioning his length to my heat. I lowered my hips onto him, completely stuffing my pussy with his twitching cock.

Rocking my hips upon his lap, Matt gripped my waist, having the feeling of my wet insides clench around his cock. “I might just cum with how you’re closing around me” Matt took out my tits that were already spilling out of my dress, spitting on my nipple putting it into his mouth, sucking feverishly on my nipples to stimulate me while kneading my other boob in his hand.

We paused as I hoisted up onto my feet to bounce on his cock, feeling empty whenever I lifted up. “This dick isn’t good, it’s fucking amazing” My boobs jumped in Matt's face, putting him in a trance.

Matt grasped my neck, choking me out. He thrusted underneath me, causing me to roll my eyes back. My lips parted as I moaned Matt’s name repeatedly. “Yes please sir, yes”, My climax was about to catch up to me until Matt pulled out. “Fuck Matt” He replaced his dick with his fingers before he laid me on my back and lifted my legs in the air.

Matt was between my legs, lining up his length with my cunt once again, he applied his tip to my clit and toyed with my pussy. “Please put in Matt”, he inserted his cock, groaning loudly as my heat clamped around while he was still going in. “Shitttt—this pussy is the only medicine I’ll ever need." He grabbed my ass as he began to thrust into me at a fast pace, cutting up my pussy.

My breasts recoiled, and my mind was fogged because I saw Matt above me with his silver chain dangling from his neck and his lips a blushed-bitten pink. The snaps of his hips made my leg shake uncontrollably, sending his dick full throttle to abuse my spot. Matt forced his thumb between my lips, making me suck on it until he drew out and put pressure on my clit.

I yelled when he began to rub my clit while he continued to ram in me, “I love the way you look when I’m inside you." He smirks, flattering himself with his work of making me look like a mess. The wet sounds of my juices, combined with his length slipping in and out, our liquids spread across my lower abdomen.

Matt’s rough grip was leaving darkened bruises from my waist to hips. "Matt, I’m coming,” he continued hitting my g-spot “I’m gonna fill you up.”

His thrusts began to get sloppy as our pre-cum mixed together. “Cum in me Matt, cum in me, please” I begged, feeling the tension buildup, and I came on his cock. Matt had finally spilled in me, coating my walls.

“You make a good ass nurse.”

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[kissitbttr]

your mafia!toji fic got me thinking so hard abt him😭😭 he’s deffo the type to just buy you sm stuff as an apology but when you don’t forgive him and sleep in a different bedroom mf will come into the room on his knees and beg for you to come to sleep 😩😩 imagine still saying no and him just flipping you onto his shoulders and carrying you to bed 🤭

oh you are absolutely correct!

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“darling” toji softly calls you, letting out a tired sigh. “i said i was sorry. what am i supposed to do?”

“die” she replies nonchalantly, shoulders shrugging before grabbing a pillow and your favorite blanket off the bed,

he snickers, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow. “now, now that would be over dramatic don’t you think? won’t you miss me?”

he almost pisses his pants when she throws him a glare,

“okay. no jokes. got it” he put his hands up in surrender, feeling absolutely terrified at his baby being mad and speaking less than two words to him,

if anyone ever finds out that the most feared and notorious man in the city being tamed by his woman, he would never hear the end of it,

but she is scary. can you blame him?

toji looks over at the designer shoes and bags he just purchased a few hours ago, tucked neatly in the corner. untouched by her.

guess the apology gifts aren’t working,

“i didn’t know that she was coming, i haven’t even talked to her in years! never planned to anyway, you know i only got my eyes for my girl, right?”

she tries so hard not to roll her eyes,

toji had a meeting with one of the cartels at the club earlier that night. and of course, she always goes. it’s where he can always keep an eye on her and refuses to leave her at home all alone because he can’t risk that. also, because she’s his good luck charm. whenever she’s around, deals always goes well,

tonight was an exception though,

all was well until a certain person decided to crash. his old fling. one before he met his precious girlfriend. the red haired thought that it would be fun to press her fake ass tits against toji,

y/n was shocked to say at least. she didn’t say anything but her face spoke thousand words. toji could see that. throwing daggers at the bitch, corner of her lips quirk into a form of disgust.

and the worst part was? toji didn’t do anything about it! can you believe that asshole?!

something about being absolutely unprofessional if he was ever to push her off and it ticked y/n to the fucking bone so she decided to ignore him the rest of the night,

toji feels defeated when she chooses not to respond, simply just taking her stuff. he crouches lightly to look at her pretty face clearly. “baby… can you please look at me? I can’t stand seeing you mad. i’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you”

if it was any circumstances, sure she would melt and jump in his arms. but tonight is different. how could he?

she looks up at him and whisper “fuck. you” before turning around angrily and walk out of the door to go sleep on the guest room,

toji groans, the heel of his palms pressing against his eyes. she has always been so stubborn. too fucking stubborn. exactly why he had to get rejected seven times before she accepted his date.

what? he needed to get humbled, so she gave him that.

he contemplate for a while whether or not he should let her be or not. then he chooses the latter. it would probably be best if he let her cool off some steam for a while, he doesn’t want to do any more damage or make her feel more annoyed by his presence,

bet. not even ten minutes later, he feels like losing his mind without her here.

“fuck this shit” he mutters, getting up from the bed. rubbing his face furiously before stomping towards the other side of the room,

he walks in without knocking, ready to say what he needs to say again. yet he stops. heart clenching at the sight of his girl curled up in bed, back facing him.

“love?” he slowly walks over to her laying figure,

“go away” she speaks. now in a softer tone

“please” he begs, walking around the bed and catching a glimpse of her playing with her pink manicured hands. “sweetheart. I’m sorry” he repeats, going down to her eye level before letting his hand moves to rest on her bare thigh. he’s internally relieved when she doesn’t push him off,

he sighs when she’s not looking at him, seemingly only focused on the nails that she had gotten done a week ago.

“i should’ve pushed her off. shouldn’t let her touch me like that. hell, i shouldn’t even let her breathe near me. i know that” he realizes his mistake. “i didn’t even think about what my girl needed. i was being a horrible boyfriend”

no answer,

he sighs again, refusing to look away from her pretty eyes,

“baby—“

“i heard you the first time. leave. and close the door”

toji is taken aback. fuck. she really is mad at him.

“you don’t mean that”

“uhm, yes i do” she retorts in an obvious tone, sassily raising her eyebrow before scooting a bit further from him. she doesn’t realize this but it makes his heart break,

“princess, i swear-“

“go call that girl back to keep you company. let that fucking bitch sleep by your side” she mutters, looking at the tv instead of him,

he can’t take this anymore,

“you know what? that’s it” toji had enough, he will not be sleeping alone and neither will she. standing up on his feet, his hands reach out to circle around her ankles before tugging her body towards him causing her to yelp,

“toji! what the fuck are you doing-oh!” her voice gets cut off the moment he pulls her body up like she weighs nothing. throwing her over his shoulder. “put me down!” her fists start to hitting his back—as if they’re actually hurting him— legs swinging back and forth

“nope” he answers, keeping a firm grip around her waist before swatting her ass, locking the guest room behind him and walking back to their shared one. “you’re driving me crazy, woman—not saying that i hate it, but i’m pretty fucking beat tonight and we are going to sleep together. so stop fighting me”

she huffs, admitting defeat and letting him carry to the bed. “fuck you, toji”

he smirks at that. “oh i will, baby”

#mafia!toji #toji x reader

[neverinadream]

The Prettiest Valentine's Day Present

Summary: There's only one thing Mason really wants for Valentine's Day this year

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, nsfw, pre-established relationship, switch!mason x switch!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good boy...), praise, nipple play, hair pulling, grinding, masturbation, oral (female receiving), face sitting/face riding, mutual orgasm, cum play, cum eating, not edited

Notes: this could be the first of a few valentine's day-ish fics or it could be the only one i post, we'll see. anyway, here's a bit of smut for you filthy whores. this almost ended up being a fic for christian, but halfway through i started to picture mason. anyway, feedback is always appreciated

A soft whimper rolls off your lips as Mason's constrained hardness presses against your covered pussy, the cutesy, plaid pyjama shorts you wore cushioning the impact. A grin creeps across your boyfriend's face watching your head dip, your eyes gazing down at where his body pressed against yours. Involuntarily, your hips roll, seeking out more of the little electrical jolts that sparked through your body as his cock rubbed against you.

"Like that, baby?" He asks, matching the slow pace of your hips. You suck on your bottom lip but it does nothing to silence the moan that comes out. His hand leaves the sheets. "It's just us." He tugs your lip from between your teeth, smoothing the calloused pad over the faint marks they had left. "No one's gonna hear you," he mumbles, drifting his hand down to the hem of your tank top, "so let it out; tell me how good I make you feel."

Your mind was clouded, riddled with a poison known as pleasure. The only words you could muster up were "Yes," and, "Just like that," as his hand pushes up your top and his tongue drags over your nipple. It lapped at and around the pebbled nub, sucking it between his lips with a hungry groan, and staying latched to it until you were squirming beneath him.

He pulls off your nipple with a sharp pop, the corners of his lips curling into a slight smile. "Do something for me?" He cheekily licks your other nipple and you nod, whimpering something that sounds similar to a 'yes.' "Sit on my face."

Your face burns, the heat trickling up from your neck. "I-"

He drops his mouth down against yours, swallowing the rest of your voice. Fisting his fingers into your hair, he pulls your head back into the bed and works his tongue into your mouth with an urgency to taste you. A guttural groan rattles around inside his throat as he sucks on your tongue and bites at your bottom lip.

He pulls away and soothes his thumb over your jaw. "Pretty please?" He pecks the corner of your mouth, trailing lazy kisses up to your ear. "It's Valentine's Day, baby," he whispers, "and I can't think of a better Valentine's Day present than you sitting that pretty, pretty pussy on my face." He nuzzles his face into your neck. "Come on," he begs, "let me make you feel good."

"Oh, now you tell me?" You softly jab him in the side. "Would've saved me a lot of money if you had told me that before I purchased those stupid trainers-"

"Those trainers are not stupid," Mason cuts you off, adding in a gasp for dramatics, "they are one of a kind!"

"They look like a five-year-old designed them." Mason rolls his eyes. "Okay," you mumble, trying to get back on topic.

He quickly pulls back, the excitement swirling in his eyes. "Really?" His cock pulsates and his mouth waters in anticipation. You nod and push him back onto the bed, awkwardly pulling and kicking off your shorts as you do. He sits up on his elbows, watching you fling your tank top across the room and crawl up his body. "We're really doing this?" He asks, a little in disbelief.

"We're really doing this," you echo his words, pushing your hand against his shoulder, a chuckle leaving his lips as you suddenly take charge, "now, lie back for me."

"Don't have to tell me twice," he grins, circling his hands around the back of your thighs, caressing them as you hover above him. He looks past your cunt and up to your eyes, seeing how you tried to hide your nerves with a smile. "Don't be afraid, okay?" He gives your thigh a soft squeeze and tilts his head to the right, brushing his lips gently across your inner thigh. "I've eaten your pussy like a thousand times already." You shake your head, accompanying it with a quick roll of your eyes. "How different could this be?"

"Just like - I don't know - tap my thigh three times if it feels like I'm suffocating you, or something." You couldn't believe what you were saying. "I don't want to be the one to tell your parents their son died because-," you rub your hand down your face like it would rid you of the heat that pinched at your cheeks, "-because he was suffocated by my pussy."

He smirks, absently licking his lips. "But what a way to go."

"Mason, I'm being serious!"

"Okay, okay," he mumbles, shaking off his smile and tapping your thigh three times, "three taps, got it, okay?" He finally looks past your lips and you could've sworn his eyes had doubled in size as he gazed up at your cunt. He licked his lips, itching to latch them around you. "Can I?" He flicks his eyes back up at you, a slight blush forming on the tops of his cheeks. "Could you-?" He squeezes your thighs, trying to pull you down.

"Words, Mason," you giggle, resting your hands over his, "use your words."

"It's hard to speak when I'm staring at something as beautiful as her," he replies, taking it all in, before finally pulling you down into his mouth.

A loud groan sounds through the bedroom as the first taste of you drips onto Mason's lips. It comes alive on his tongue, bursting with a flavour that leaves him intoxicated. Back and forth, switching between long licks and quick flicks, he drags his tongue between your slick folds. No bit of you was left untouched, him devouring you like this could be his last time.

"Fuck-!" He watches your head tip back on a moan, your throat subtly moving as gasp at the intrusion of his tongue. "Yes, keep doing that," you nod, folding your body and fisting your fingers into his hair, tugging on it as he continues to probe your cunt, stretching it with his tongue, "keep being a good boy and fucking me with your tongue."

Your praise shoots down to his cock, the hard bulge in his gym shorts aching to be touched. Quickly, he untucks his cock from his shorts, more guttural groans rattling around his throat as he wraps his hand around his shaft, jerking his hand languidly along his length.

"So much fucking pre-cum," he mumbles against you, smearing the pearly white beads under his thumb. He squeezes the head of his cock, his groans vibrating through your core. "Look at it, baby, look at what this cunt does to me," he encourages, tipping his head back to look at you.

"Shit-!" You toss your head back to watch him, his forearm flexing as he squeezes his hand tighter and pumps himself quickly. "That's so fucking hot!" Your free hand snaps to your tit, pinching and rolling your nipple between your fingers. The little show has his cock twitch in his hand. "Gonna come as I ride your face, baby?"

Mason nods, sucking hard on your clit, the swollen bead throbbing in his mouth.

You grab the headboard, needing the support to stop yourself from folding over as you roll your hips, grinding your pussy against his flattened tongue. "Feel so good," you whimper, sobbing each time his nose would bump against your clit. One hand dips back into his hair, holding him firmly in place as you sink more of your weight onto him. "Fuck-!" You cried, thrashing your hips above him. "I'm nearly there."

Mason felt his balls tighten, that tell-tale sign that he was also close as his stomach and thighs tensed. He hums against you and squeezes your thigh. "Do it," he encourages, his voice muffled against you, diving his tongue inside you one last time, "come with me."

Your body trembles, thighs clamping shut around his head, fingers fisting his locks tighter as every bit of you experiences the pleasure that racks through you. His name is heard through a sequence of nonsensical words, most sounding like "oh," or "yes," and others just coming out as moans. He continues to lick your cunt, opting for long, slow strokes as he works you both down from your highs. He gradually stops, softly kissing your clit, before you collapse at his side.

"Jesus," you whimper, looking at Mason's state. His mouth and chin are covered in your wetness, with his lower stomach and hand covered in thick ropes of cum. It was much more than you had ever seen. "That's a lot," you giggle, stroking your fingers through the mess.

"It's all your doing," he chuckles, a deep blush seeping into his cheeks. Embarrassed, he covers his eyes with his arm, another fit of laughter spilling from his lips. "I haven't cum this much since that time you let me fuck you in your childhood bedroom."

You prop yourself up onto your elbow, your fingers still tracing through his cum. "I'm taking it as a compliment," you hum, collecting enough onto the pads of your fingers.

"You should," he takes his arm away, "that pussy of yours is magical."

You lift your fingers to your mouth and lick them clean. "Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

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[cordeliawhohung]

HIIIII I love your Mafia!Price Drabble and headcannons I was wondering if you have any ideas that involve Mr. John Price proposing to his gal or even mentioning having a wee baby :3

hi! thank you so much! i hope i'm understanding your ask correctly in that this is mafia!price you're wanting, so that's what i'm going to write on but if you were wanting captain price instead let me know and i can do another bit <3 i have too many thoughts in this pea sized brain anyway lmao also i decided to give you both the proposal and baby talk <3 (but the baby talk gets smutty cuz i'm feral)

warnings: fem!reader, mafia!price, head cannons mixed with drabbles, fluff and nsfw content, smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions canon typical violence, hope i didn't miss anything (:

you can find more mafia!price in my masterlist <3

Proposing

The thing about Mr. John Price, is that he can get you anything in the world. He's sent you to lavish destinations for holidays, gotten you gifts that seem too expensive for a simple boyfriend to want to gift their partner; there wasn't a rock in the world he would refuse to move for you. So when he decided he wanted to make you his, to make his sweet girlfriend his wife, he finds himself stumped as to what to do in order to really make it stand out from everything else he's already done.

First, there's the ring. He had actually managed to obtain your ring size a few months into seeing one another. A dazzling necklace in a local jewelry store had managed to catch your attention, and he insisted that you go inside to check it out for yourself. While you were there, a ring that you claimed to be similar to your grandmothers had caught your attention, and the jeweler had taken it out for you to look at. You tried to put it on your middle finger, only for it to be too small, so you moved it over to the ring finger instead. It was beautiful, and in a style you kept gushing about. John snuck a glance at the tag, reading and memorizing the size and storing the information in the back of his mind. In the meantime, he bought you the necklace, of course. He ended up going to the same store in order to purchase the ring he wanted to propose to you with.

Then there's the location. Every idea that popped into his head didn't feel right. He was worried about trying too hard, about it feeling unnatural if he planned every single detail out, and yet feared that if he didn't plan enough it wouldn't be special enough. He was always a detail oriented man, and yet he felt as if he would drown in them.

So he lugged the ring around with him for months. Always hidden in his pocket, just out of sight, and yet he could feel it weighing heavier and heavier every day. His worry is something that you can pick up on. You feel it when you rub his shoulders in his office and attempt to melt away the knots in his muscles with your thumbs, you see it in the way he rubs his chin and stares off into space during meals.

John has always been honest with you, and so he made you very much aware of what he does for work before even attempting to pursue a relationship with you. And though he refuses to tell you any specifics in an attempt to keep you safe, you hear some of his men whispering about issues settling disputes with another syndicate. Fearing his stress comes from work, you insist on getting him out of the house. Though he suggests eating at the Greek place you enjoy in the city, or even spending the evening drinking away at one of his clubs (which is just a place for him to hide his tax fraud and money laundering "business"), you insist that you just want to go for a walk. And well, who is he to say no?

Darkness settled over the beach by the time you and John set foot on the shore, but the lights of the city emitted a golden glow that illuminated your face and had you looking as beautiful as ever. Salty water threatened to kiss your feet as you strolled along, and you felt John squeeze your hand while the two of you talked about anything that came to mind.

It was a sand dollar shell that caught your attention. A beautiful, round, and unbroken specimen that you nearly walked right over in the dim light. Fingers slipping out of John's hand, you stopped and bent down to pick it up, ogling over how pristine it was. You held it out, the item small in the palm of your hands as you pointed out each arm on the fossil.

Though you were enamored by the shell, John could only look at you. The way your eyes lit up, how you couldn't help but smile as you told him everything you knew about it, how you always seemed to find joy in even the smallest things. You were radiant, the only light he had in his life. Always smiling, always so kind to him despite how dirty his hands were from work. He didn't have a choice anymore, about being a bad man, but he had a choice when it came to you.

When you pulled away from him to wash the sand dollar off in the water, John found himself falling onto one knee. It was as if he wasn't in control of himself, like his body was telling him the time was right. Cold, damp sand seeped through the fabric of his pants, but he ignored it as he reached into his pocket and pulled out that small, velvet box that had been haunting his clothes for months. Despite all the bad things he had done in his life, he never found himself as nervous as he was in that moment.

Once you were certain all the sand had been washed off of your new possession, you turned around only to drop it to the ground in shock. John Price, the man who headed the most dangerous and effective mafia in the country, the man who always took care of you, who always stood tall and bowed to no one, was on one knee in front of you. The question in his eyes and stance was obvious, and yet you found your hand reaching up to cover your mouth.

"John?" you spoke, as if you were unsure of what he was doing.

He always promised himself he would never make you cry. Would never be the one to cause you any anguish or pain. So when he saw the tears starting to swell in your eyes, he couldn't ignore the way his stomach twisted.

"My whole life I've had whatever I've asked for given to me," he said, thumb brushing over the top of the box, "but I've never wanted something as badly as I want you."

His fingers gently flipped the top of the box open, revealing the dazzling ring you had looked at all that time ago; the one you told him reminded you of your grandmothers ring. A part of you couldn't believe he even remembered that moment, something that had seemed so insignificant at the time.

"I want to cherish you," John continued, "to care for you, to love you. To make you mine. Will you marry me?"

Your answer tumbled out of your mouth faster than you intended it to, nearly cutting the man off before he could fully get the question out.

"Yes!" you nearly sob, your own knees digging into the sand as you throw your arms around your now fiance's neck.

He wraps his arms around you in return, and his chuckle is low and rumbling and deliciously familiar in the way it vibrates through your chest. You can't wait to be able to feel that every single day for the rest of your life.

Baby Talk

Coming from a family born of violence, John was always a little scared to have children, but oh, did he crave being a father. More than that, he craved making you a mother.

But there were these worries that loomed over his head, terrified of dragging his children into the same life he was forced to live. So whenever he did mention children, he only ever sounded half serious.

"This room would make a nice nursery someday." "Maybe we could take our kids here someday, if we have some."

But you saw the look in his eyes. How his gaze lingered on a father playing football with his son in the park, how he chuckled at a young girl lecturing her father about something. Yet he never seriously sat down and talked about kids with you.

So you were the one who ended up really bringing the conversation up. Though, you didn't fully dive into it. Just simple little comments here and there. Ones that were more serious and promising than his own.

"John, look at these! Aren't they just adorable? I can't wait to dress our kids up in stuff like this." "Do you think we'll need a baby monitor? Might be a good idea if we set up a nursery, huh?" "Oh, I love this color. Do you think this would look good on the walls in the nursery?"

Half the time you spoke as if you already had kids or were pregnant, and your words left John's mind spinning. Torn between worry and want, his mind went back and forth between telling himself he shouldn't have kids, and giving into the desire to make you a mother.

And you certainly didn't make it easy on him:

John's cock always knew how to reach the deepest parts of you that turned your brain into nothing but mush. Legs thrown over his arms, he thrusted into you with such force he drew breathless moans from your mouth. His lips brushed against the side of your neck, breath hot and heavy against your skin as he grunted in effort.

Your hands pawed at his back, fingers digging into the rich muscle that covered his shoulder blades and neck. Sweat beaded in the dip of your throat just from the sheer intensity of it all; that burning feeling in your stomach, the tense muscles that shivered all throughout your body, and especially the words he grunted into your skin.

"So goddamn beautiful. Just can't get enough of you," he said, punctuating every word or so with a sharp snap of his hips that left you mewling.

When he was on the brink of his orgasm you could feel the neediness of his thrusts - the strained breaths against your ear - and you felt your cunt clench around him at the thought of him finishing inside of you. Before you knew it, your hands carefully danced across his skin until your palms enveloped his cheeks. You gently moved his head away from your neck, forcing him to look at you as he continued to push himself closer to the edge.

"I wanna give you a baby," you said breathlessly.

Never before had you seen your husband freeze so suddenly. His movements ceased as he buried himself so deep inside of you, you swore he was nudging against your cervix. The sensation ripped a tight moan out of your throat, but it didn't stop you from expressing your wants.

"Please, John, I want it so bad. Wanna be a mum so bad, wanna have your kid," you said, nearly begging. As you continued, you pulled him down until you were close enough to kiss him between words. "Please, let me do this for you, baby, I- fuck!"

John's thrusts continued with little warning, and they were just as passionate as they had been before, if not more. His lips silenced you as he smothered you with a kiss, and he ate up your moans like it was the only sustenance he would ever need.

"Yeah? Fuck darling, you don't know what you do to me," he muttered, voice strained with effort.

As he continued to pound into you, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room, all John could think about was you. You with a swollen stomach and breasts. He could imagine your giggle when you first feel your child kick, or laying in bed together rubbing your back when it ached too much. The thought of it all had him moving with a new sense of vigor, hellbent on filling you until there was no doubt at all that he'd make you a mother.

After all, whenever his wife wanted something, he would move heaven and earth to give it to her.

so i have a confession to make - in this previous mafia!price piece i wrote, i really wanted to put in wife!reader begging price to let her have his kid to thank him for all he does for her, but i wasn't sure if that was too feral so i left it out. but then i put it in here instead and, well yeah. anyway i hope you all have an amazing day, and merry christmas if you celebrate! <3

#captain price x reader #price x reader #cod smut #captain price smut #john price smut

[goofyahhcats]

Want You All the Time

Rating: E Fuckboy! Leon s Kennedy / afab! gn! Reader Warnings: Smut, fluff, cunnilingus, handjob, masturbation, afab reader, gn reader, Petnames: Babe, baby, Fuckboy! Leon, college au Word count: 1.5k A03 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50486164

Happy Fuckboy Leon Sunday!

This was originally supposed to be Kinktober day 1 but I didn't really like the prompts so have this instead!

The cool air of your air conditioner drifted over your naked form. Goosebumps rise over your skin, adjoining with the slight sheen of sweat that drips down your sides. You sigh, rubbing your thighs together as you twirl your fingers over your clit. A small whine leaves your lips as you press gently against it. Rubbing motions encircle your tender bud, and you tilt your head back. 

You had been rubbing at yourself for at least half an hour. Fingers slipped inside of your hole occasionally, but you had found no release. After another moment, you removed your fingers from your pussy. Your hand was coated with your juices as you reached over to your nightstand. After fishing around for a while, your hands find silicone. Pulling it out, you drag it down to your pussy. It was a dildo, both as long and as girthy as you’d like.

You had purchased it on a whim, hoping that you would get to actually use it more often than you actually did. You had Leon to thank for that. From friends to friends with benefits, to maybe something more, you two had fooled around more than you had hoped for. Now you just used the dildo when he wasn’t around, like today; busy taking his business and finance final.

You press the head against your lips, moaning as you slide against your opening. Feeling the length press into you, you arch your back up, exhaling quietly. 

You hear voices pass by your dorm room, and you freeze, cock half hanging out of your pussy. The footsteps recede into the hallway. You thank whatever higher power that your dorm room is locked electronically. You continue their ministrations, juices coating the silicone as you press it into your pussy. You reach down and tentatively rub at your clit again, small noises echoing through your dorm, mixing with the slick sounds of your pussy. Another set of footsteps near your room, but you pay no mind, rocking your hips up against the dildo. A louder moan leaves your open mouth, and you squirm against the bedsheets. 

The clicking of your door snaps you out of your daze. A quiet beep from the other side, and the handle turns. You scramble, fighting with the sheets on your bed, something, anything to cover yourself. You successfully pull it over you just as the door swings open. 

Leon turns as he shuts the door behind him, placing your spare room keycard on your desk. He busies himself with his shoelaces.

“God, I’m so glad to be done with that fucking class,” Leon unties one shoe, moving to the other.

You stay still, unmoving. He finishes, placing both shoes by the door. 

“So anyways, babe, I was thinking-” He stands and turns around, eyes landing on you after a beat. He pauses, hands halfway into his pockets. A quizzical look crosses his face at your bare shoulders. His gaze rakes slowly down your body, lower and lower, finally stopping at your legs. 

Your whole lower body was still sticking out. 

You groan inwardly as a smirk slowly crosses Leon’s face. He takes a step closer, cocking his head. 

His finger brushes against the end of your dildo, pressing it further into your pussy. Slick gushes out of you, and Leon watches as your pussy clenches around the silicone. 

“Damn,” he muses, sliding the sheet off of your body. Your nipples are peaked, and you breathe heavily as he scans your form, “Without me?”

You scoff, breaking out of your stupor at his stupid comment.

“As if,” you smile, sitting up slightly. You take a moment to look him over. A white shirt and gray sweats with a considerable tent showing. You smirk, reaching down and gripping his cock through his pants. Meeting his eyes, you offer him the sweetest smile, “Without me?” you echo, palming at him.

He groans, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes flutter at the feeling of your palm. He doesn’t waste a second in pulling his pants down, cock springing up against his stomach. He was still half-hard as he dragged his hands over your body. You moan slightly as he removes the dildo from your pussy, the emptiness making you clench around nothing. 

“How long have you had this?” his fingers slide around the base. Two of his fingers slip inside of you absentmindedly. You moan his name, earning you a toothy grin from Leon.

“S…Since a month ago..” you shudder with uneven breaths as his other hand tends to your clit.

“Why?” His expression is of genuine confusion, his fingers pumping into you faster, “You have me, don’t you?”

A small snicker turns into another moan as he curls his fingers upward, grazing against your insides and rubbing with vigor. 

“See?” he brings his face closer to yours, “Don’t I make you feel better?” you nod slowly, small whines and moans tumble from your lips. Leon’s fingers continue their pace, his cock leaking precum onto your stomach at your sounds. He looks down at your pussy, juices coating his hand as he fingers you.

“Mhm… Damn right,” his voice is low, praising.

He smiles as he continues to examine you. Gasps and cries bounce off of the walls, and you arch your back; Feeling the slow rising tide of your orgasm build.

“Leon..” you moan, and he nods.

“I know baby, I know,” a shit-eating grin crosses his face as he crashes his lips against yours. That was what pushed you over, your orgasm washing over you hard and fast. Your wetness seeps into the sheets, coating Leon's hand generously. He removes his lips from yours, replacing them with his fingers. You suck on them, cleaning them off generously.

He chuckles at the sight, placing his other hand on the side of your waist, “Mhm, got anything else to tell me?”

You’re too dazed to respond, breathing heavily as he retracts his fingers. He examines them to make sure you cleaned properly, smiling when he sees you have. Leon strokes his cock, his precum and your spit making slick sounds as his hand pumps at it. You grab his wrist as he moves to press his cock inside of you.

Leon looks up at you, his steel-blue gaze colliding with yours.

“Too sensitive, lemme suck you off,” you mumble, trailing your fingers up his cock.

Leon smirks, leaning back and laying on your mattress. When you don’t move, he gestures to his leaking cock.

“Don’t keep him waiting,”

“Oh fuck you,” you smile and roll your eyes, slinking forward and taking the head into your mouth.

“Oh shit,” Leon slides a hand into your hair, holding it firmly.

A slick noise emanates from your lips as you slip them further down on his cock. You feel him shudder, dick twitching in your mouth. You smile around his cock, happy to finally wipe the smirk off of his face.

You set a slow pace, each schlick of your mouth earns you a groan from Leon. He tightens his fist in your hair, his other hand coming to rest on your chin. He feels the underside as it moves with his cock, and lets out a shuddery moan. His fingers brush over your lips around him, pressing into your cheek gently. 

You look up to see his eyes half closed, lips slightly parted, panting with red-dusted cheeks. You giggle, the vibrations slipping across his cock.

“Ah fuck! Shit!” Leon’s cock twitches in your mouth, head rubbing against your tongue as he pulls back slightly. He grips your hair, stalling your movement.

His cock bows, shaking and twitching repeatedly, Leon squeezes his eyes shut. He doubles over you, panting.

“Don’t do that babe… Not gonna last,” he clears his throat and swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing in your view. A bead of sweat trickles down his neck, slipping under his shirt. He promptly takes it off, revealing a well-built physique that you knew oh so well. He lays back again, chest rising and falling in time with your heartbeat.

He keeps you there for a moment, too engrossed in the feeling of your warmth around him. He breaks out of his daze as you shift slightly, jaw feeling a bit sore. He groans at the sight, pulling you up his cock by your hair, and pushing you down again. He repeats this motion, moving faster and faster as you begin to feel him twitch in your mouth again. His hips rut up against you, and you moan around him.

“Fuck babe,” two more thrusts, “You’re so easy,” another, “Could have you however I wanted,” he removes his hand from your hair, and you bob with vigor.

“But damn it, I just want you,” a quiet moan, “I want you all the time,” he shudders, eyes fluttering closed as he bites his lip. 

“Baby, please,” He breathes heavily from his nose, obscene noises dripping from his lips.

“Fuck, baby please,” his voice cracks slightly, fingers twisting into the sheets. You moan around him as you feel his warmth spill down your throat. He coats your mouth, your lips, and as he pulls away; your face. He’s never cum this much before.

You cough, swallowing what is left in your mouth as you look up at him. He’s panting, eyes still shut tightly.

“Fuck…” He brings a hand up to his face, wiping the sweat off of his brow, “Dude...”

You smile, “Dude.”

#resident evil #smut #leon kennedy x reader #re4r leon #re4 leon #college au #resident evil smut #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy

[aaagustd]

maid for you | min yoongi

title: maid for you

pairing: painter/vamp!yoongi x maid/vamp!(f)reader

genre/rating: smut, supernatural, 18+

summary: you can’t deny it; you’re f*cked. 

wc: 1.6k

warnings: mentions bl**d and m*rder, bl**d consumption, pet names, f*ngering, squ*rting, teasing, begging, swearing, errors maybe because i didn't look over this, let me know if i missed something

release date: march 10th, 2024; 12:09am est

note: so i was watching death’s game and got a little inspired lol. i’ve been trying to dabble in writing vampire fics so this might be a little cringe. anyway happy birthday to the loml. i’m still writing like 3 other fics for him this month, but until then… you all enjoy. divider by cafekitune.

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“Son of a bitch.”

You nearly slip and fall right on your ass when you enter the studio. Once again, he’s brought home some innocent sack of flesh and carved them into a masterpiece. 

The fear still lingers in the scent of the scarlet liquid smeared across the floor. You push your own impulses to the back of your mind as you begin to clean up Yoongi’s mess like the “loyal” servant you are.

Not like you have a choice; it’s either this—or death.

Unlike the other creatures who have survived for eons in this world, your thirst for human blood has never been fulfilled. Though it calls your name as you drag the heavy mop across the porcelain tile, you can’t imagine indulging when you’re surrounded by humans everyday outside of this place.

You still have to live the life of someone who isn’t a freak. You aren’t some legacy put here to extend bloodlines. You’re just the product of a drunken night between strangers whose life should have ended in your twenties.

You’re just the one who didn’t die.

Every second you spend in this room makes you want to leave and never come back, but you know it is impossible. You made a deal with the devil for your life; there is no backing out.

After an hour or so, the room is spotless again. 

As you’re cleaning the last section of the floor, you notice some of Yoongi’s artwork on the wall. Your face contorts into a grimace, knowing that there are people out there purchasing these. Somebody’s family member’s bodily fluids is splashed onto a canvas and is hanging on display in some billionaire’s home. It makes you angry knowing that it should have been you. 

“Fucking asshole… I’m not cleaning this shit up anymore—Oh!”

You bump into something hard while you’re walking backwards. Thinking you’ve hit a wall, you don’t expect to see anyone when you turn around. 

“Oh, you aren’t?”

Yoongi just stands there, watching you scramble for words.

“I-I didn’t know you were here. I…That was—”

“Save it,” he interrupts.

Once you are silenced, you lower your head. You feel a bit of shame burning in your cheeks, but it’s the least of your worries if he heard everything you’ve been saying while you thought you were alone.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to snap your neck if I felt like it.”

Shit. What the hell were you thinking? 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Don’t lie,” he snaps. 

He takes a step forward, and you take one back. You try to keep a safe distance between you as if you have a chance to escape. He’d catch you before you could leave the room.

“You’re an ungrateful little bitch, you know that?”

Unfortunately, you don’t know the room as well as you thought you did because your lower back hits a table, leaving you with nowhere else to go.

“I was just venting. Tell me you aren’t that old!”

He approaches you with his arms folded, leaving only a few inches to spare. 

“Baby, you won’t live to see this age,” he boasts. “You don’t even feed yourself properly.”

“Who cares?”

He dips his fingers in a tiny drop of blood next to his tools. You scold yourself for missing something in plain sight, but you have to admit that your mind has been a little fuzzy lately.

“I used to care… But since you don't, why should I?”

You turn away when he tries to touch you with his crimson painted fingertip. The smell makes your nostrils flare, but you continue to fight the temptation. When you don’t accept his bloody digit, he places it on his tongue and savors the salty liquid coating his skin.

“Fuck you.”

“Point proven,” he concludes.

You still won’t look at him, but that doesn’t stop Yoongi from staring directly at you, observing reactions. “If you hate it so bad, why don’t you just end it?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?”

The couple of inches that stood between you are now gone as he steps closer. He’s so close that you’re afraid he’ll hear your thoughts if you aren’t careful. 

“What are you afraid of?... Going to hell?”

You scoff. “This is hell.”

Suddenly, he grabs your face, forcing you to look into his dark orbs. You remember them being just as hypnotizing when you met him; if only you’d known them what you know now. You would have ran in the opposite direction.

“But you love it here. Don’t you?”

You aren’t sure if your body craves his attention, or if you’re just desperate to feel something—anything to feel the emptiness inside of you.

“I do,” you utter. “Why can’t I hate you?”

Yoongi leans in, his soft lips gently grazing yours to see if you’ll flinch. You don’t move an inch, and his smirk begins to spread across his face.

“Because you want me just as bad as I want you.”

You’re still within his grasp, but too drunk with what seems like lust to pull away. You don’t want to. Every part of you wants to be his; only he understands the type of hunger you’re experiencing.

He’s the only one who’s capable of satisfying your appetite. 

“All you have to do is admit it.”

His cold touch makes you weak in your knees. You have to grip his biceps when you suddenly lose your balance, and with quickness he releases his hold and wraps an arm around your waist.

“I’m waiting,” he reminds you, and you don’t hesitate to give him your response.

“Please, just touch me.”

When you kiss him, he’s the one who melts in your arms. You hold him tightly as both of you stand there kissing and tugging at each other’s clothes. Your lips smack as they crash together, causing a sound that resonates through the room. 

You feel Yoongi’s cold hand move underneath your dress, slowly making its way to your underwear. A moan escapes your swollen lips when he finds your center, exposing your eagerness to feel him inside of you.

“Damn,” he whispers, discovering that you’re already dripping. 

His fingers tease your entrance, making you squirm with need. You beg him for more, and he doesn’t deny you.

“Please.”

“I got you,” he assures.

Your body shudders as two of his digits slip into your pussy. You can barely hold yourself because the intrusion is so overwhelming.

“Fuck, Yoongi.”

“Good?”

“Mhm.”

His thumb caresses your throbbing clit, causing more of your wetness to drip down your thighs. Your hips move in a circular motion, silently begging Yoongi for more.

It is then that he slowly begins to fuck you with his fingers, burying them up to the knuckles in your heat. You grip the table as he speeds up, knowing it won’t take much to get you off. 

Yoongi attacks your neck with his fangs; biting gently into your flesh and moaning from the taste of you.

“Feels so good,” you pant into his ear.

He curves his fingers while they’re deep inside your core, and targets your most sensitive areas. The pads of his digits rub against the rough patch of your walls with precision, and within seconds your juices are gushing everywhere.

“Shit, I’m going to cum…”

You cry out in pleasure, holding onto Yoongi with all your might as your body trembles and shakes. 

Yoongi keeps going, admiring the waterfall flowing from underneath your dress. Your eyes roll back, drool forming at the corners of your lips as you babble and whine from sensitivity. 

“Look who’s making a mess now,” Yoongi teases.

You can’t even feel embarrassed because your body is still coming down from its peak. You’re weak, too spent to defend yourself. You aren’t even sure what you’d say. What could you say?

There’s a puddle where you stand.

When Yoongi finally removes his fingers, he leaves you empty and still wanting more. Your head rests on his chest as you regain your strength.

“I didn’t kill you, did I?”

You laugh. “No.”

After the high wears off, you’re left drowning in your thoughts. They’re all over the place, but you’re certain about one thing. You’re far from satisfied, but you aren’t sure what it is that you want.

“I guess you’re leaving now,” Yoongi says, breaking the silence.

You clear your throat, thinking before you speak so your answer isn’t driven by lust. You know once you step into this world, there’s no going back. The only question on your mind is, what’s really waiting for you outside of here?

“I don’t have to.”

“Hm, is that right?”

Yoongi pulls away so he can look into your restless eyes. He can probably see the internal war going on inside of you from where he stands. You’re long past what’s right and what’s wrong. It makes no sense to keep denying the truth when it’s right in your face.

“This is driving me crazy.”

“Oh, really?” he quizzes. “...Or maybe you can’t get enough of me now?”

“A little bit of both, honestly.”

“I just don’t want you to think you don’t have any options.”

You nod. “You think I’m afraid of you?”

“Are you?”

“A little, but I’m still curious,” you answer truthfully. “What’s the worst that can happen? You turn me into a painting?”

“I might.”

You smirk. “That’s hot.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart. We should go for a ride.”

“I’d like that.”

The look he gives you could undress a nun. Hell, you struggle to keep your panties on after he winks. You smile as he kisses your forehead and your cheek before he whispers in your ear.

“Good. Now clean up my fucking floor, and meet me downstairs.”

#yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts fics #yoongi fics #yoongi imagines #bts imagines #min yoongi smut #min yoongi fanfic #aaagustd.fics

[yveaart]

you know other girls? — w seventeen pu !!

🍒hoshi

he was talking about buying a tiger pajama at the local department store

his eyes growing wider with determination, trying to persuade you to go matching with him

“soonyang would’ve never said no to me” he said sulking, slowly trying to guilt trip you into the purchase

“who’s soon— you know other women?”

it was your time to steal the tiger gaze from him, because whatever this was, you made him feel like prey.

“NO- OMG SOONYANG IS MY ALTER EGO ANITA MA-“

“THEN BUY THEM WITH HER THEN” you stormed out

“so i can buy them?” he slightly grinned

🍒dino

he was talking about good dancers and how he would like to work with them, and even create his own little projects

“oh i heard that she was good at b-boyin-“

“she? mhm..”

“well yeah-OH NO I DONT KNOW ANYONE”

he sat there closing his eyes as if it would prove anything to you.

…?

“so you know other women huh?” you snickered at him

“no baby i only know you” he told you as he almost went on his knees

“no no no no, you never bow. anyways you can’t dance with me anyway” you laughed at him

🍒minghao

“so i went to a nail tech since i want to see how they do my nails, and i heard there would be some awesome charms as well”

he was so excited explaining his new set while showing you his nails as he told you the story

“she did it so well, we should go together next time”

he was really happy about it, but what if you just

“she? you know other women?” you looked up to his eyes

his eyes was shocked and reverted to his “wtf is this bitch on” face

“literally more than half the globe are women, we all came from women. if i asked you if you know other men would you forget about your father?!” he was on a rampage

“hao i was kidding, these sets are gorgeous” you gave him a toothy grin to stop him from scolding you

🍒jun

“i got this other project, for another drama but the company is still signing contracts”

“omg that’s great, i’m so proud of you” you said genuinely

but something in you didn’t want to let junhui go in peace 😁

“i requested for less kissing scenes…. because you know..” he was getting a little bit shy, he just wanted to tell you that he didn’t like doing them but it was part of his job

“kissing? what do you mean? you know other women??” you could pull up your own acting skills just to give him a little scare

“wha- i- no..?” he was so confused to say the least, now you just started giggling at him

“i’m kidding, i trust you baby” you smiled at him

and he does deserve that trust because you heard from his manager that he’s been wiping his lips every time a kissing scene ends and says “i’m so sorry y/n” three times after that☹️

#seventeen fluff #seventeen oneshot #seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt imagines #svt fic #svt oneshot #svt fluff #svt imagine #svt fics #svt fanfic #svt dino #svt hoshi #svt jun #svt minghao #svt x reader #svt #svt x you #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #keon soonyoung #lee chan #dino #moon junhui #seo myungho #xu minghao #seventeen oneshots #hoshi imagines #junhui imagines

[korasonata]

I just had the random thought that Minecraft becomes a lot darker of a game if you think of experience orbs as souls.

You obtain a soul by killing its previous owner. Not all souls are equal to another, which is why some are worth more than others. The dragon has so many because each orb is a representation of all the previous people who have tried and failed to obtain her egg.

The player has adapted their lifestyle around souls. We attach them to our weapons, we weave them into our clothes. Enchanting is not a simple feat, it requires something specific. It’s a ritual. Each soul is a sacrifice. Some enchantments are more powerful than others, and so those require MORE sacrifices. You need at least 1 soul to start off - one soul must be bound to the object in order to make it durable enough to not fall apart once the ritual starts. When you name a weapon, you are really just naming the soul attached to it.

The easiest method of obtaining a soul is through killing, but there are other means. You have things like villagers which don’t drop anything when killed, which opens up the possibility that they actually don’t HAVE souls, which is why they are like that. They DO, however, SELL them. Villagers give you 3-6 souls when you trade with them, or 8-11 if they’re in a good mood, which is like a free gift with purchase, OR you can actually purchase a bottle of 3-11 on its own if you want from some of them, but they do not actually themselves possess a soul.

Baby animals also don’t have souls. You DO however get a soul when they breed. A soul automatically tries to attach itself to any new life when they are born, however they are so small that it has trouble actually latching on correctly, and so we end up just snatching it up. We steal the new souls right out from under them. They get a new one anyway once they are fully grown.

And animals are not the only things with souls. They’re in the earth. They’re embedded in the stone. Any living thing has a soul, some are just more difficult to extract. Stone requires purification. How do you purify it? Fire. It’s like burning sage. Almost like you’re doing an exorcism. Once purified in fire, the soul trapped inside will be released. Metal is already refined, you just have to break it open, which is why you get souls from breaking ores. You’ll get MORE when you purify these as well.

Skulk is like a soul sponge. Ancient Cities are infested with it. The Warden decimated an entire civilization, but the reason the Warden itself doesn’t actually have many souls is because the skulk actually absorbs them all whenever the Warden kills something. When you go in an ancient city, you are literally walking on the corpses of an entire civilization who’s souls have been trapped within the ground. When you break that ground the souls are released.

Anyway, just an interesting notion.

#minecraft #mineblr

[wwerhea]

A FLOWER BORN IN HEAT.

pairing. rhea ripley x fem!reader

synopsis. rhea fucks you.

tags. this is literally just smut. dom!rhea. sub!reader. blurb vibes. wlw.

warnings. eighteen plus — sexual content, penetration (strap use), dirty talk, mommy kink.

“God, you’re such a good girl for me. Aren’t you, baby?” Rhea purred clearly content with the view. It was all she needed all fucking week. The sweet honey located between your thighs. She dreamed of it. Having to fuck herself with the vibrator you gifted her but, at the end of it, she was only whining for you. 

Now, she finally was where she was dying to be. Strong hands gripped your hips, nails digging into the delicate skin. “You’re being so loud tonight, babygirl. Did you miss Mami?” 

The only thing you could offer was soft yes, unable to utter anything else. Her pace was ruthless, fucking into you, the strap she wore filled you to the hilt. 

“This pussy is mine. Isn’t it, babygirl?” Rhea laughed cynically as you whined. 

Moving a free hand, she pressed on your lower back, face buried in the silk sheets as she fucked you within an inch of your life. 

“It’s all yours, forever baby.” You admitted freely, only stating what was true. There was no one else you’d ever want to be with again. You weren’t even sure if she could hear you, face flush against the pillow. 

She fucking loved it. Knowing you were hers, knowing you needed her — begging for her. The possessiveness in her took over, pulling you up as your back rested against her chest. Playing with your nipples as she fucked up into you. 

Rhea’s lips found purchase on your neck, nipping at your sweet spot as you rested your head against her shoulder. “Rhea, I’m so close. God.” 

“God can’t save you now, only Mami can.” She brought her thumb until it rested on your bottom lip and instructed you, “Suck, baby girl.” 

Willingly accepting the invitation, your tongue swirled around her thumb before letting off with a pop. She found purchase on your clit as her pace settled into a brutal pace. 

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Mami’s good, little slut. Taking my cock, splitting this sweet pussy, giving to you just like you like it.” You felt her breath kiss your neck as she whispered in your ear, bringing you closer to where you craved to be. 

“Mami knows just how to take care of you. Pretty baby like you just needs a strong Mami. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” Her pace was more than you could take, but she gave it to you anyway. 

Hard and fast, her thumb playing your clit like a fiddle — one she knew every tune to. She needs to feel your body convulse against her, the soft cries of Rhea she knew would slip out. Once she’d punish you for later. 

“Shit — yes Rhea — shit, shit, shit. Mami, I-I’m coming, fuuuck.” 

Her strong arms kept you up as your body threatened to fall over. The blinding pleasure shot up your spine and straight to your core as Rhea eased you through it. Filthy, pure hot shots of your cum soaked the dildo as she continued to fuck you through it. 

“Yeah, that’s it, baby girl. Give it all to me.” She wished she could feel the pulse of your pussy, how it clenched around the dildo. She knew it did. 

She slapped your ass, wanting to hear you whimper once more, and it was like you were on autopilot. 

“Rhea, please.” A small squeak you managed to release, until she was setting her pace again. As if she knew what your body craved, regardless of how spent you felt. 

“Let’s see how many times Mami can make you come tonight, baby girl.” She laughed before letting you go, and you were once again face first into the silk at your lover’s mercy.

#no other explanation than i was in a mood to write smut #a peace offering until i’m finished with the fic i’m writing bc she’s getting a bit longer than i was expecting 🫣 #rhea ripley #rhea ripley x fem!reader #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x female reader #wwe judgement day #judgement day fic #rhea ripley fanfiction #rhea ripley blurb #rayne writes

[princessbrunette]

love ur blog SO much could scroll thru it for hours and hours <3

for jj (if you want!): dealer!jj and reader who has a crush on him comes to buy weed for the first time? in my head she smokes by herself, gets super high & then panics and comes back to jj’s and confesses LOL bc that would be some shit I would do!!!

thank u so much !! and yes,, i love this idea hehe ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ ‹𝟹

⊹ . ⁺ 🐰🎀⋅˚₊𐙚

the first half of your weed purchasing experience went fairly smoothly, well — as smoothly as it can for someone who has no idea what they’re talking about.

you’d shown up just a little after 4 in the prettiest skirt and your lashes extra long, coated in black. you couldn’t believe you’d worked up the courage to wind up buying weed from the guy you’d had a crush on since you were little (who seemed too chaotic to ever pay attention to little old you!) but it was soon you were stood in his house, having him talk you through each strain — and you had to try extra hard to focus because he looked so good and his hands were so big and —

“i’mma take a shot in the dark and say you’re fairly new to this right? in that case i’d prooobably suggest this, s’on the milder side, just chills you out a bunch.” he slides a packet towards you, eyes flickering up to you to catch you already looking at him.

“how’d you know i’m new to this?” you start digging in your purse for the wad of cash you brought to avoid looking at him.

“oh jus’ vibes.” he shrugs, smiling when you look back up at him, cash in hand. “its cute though, i dig it anyway.” he takes the notes from you and you swallow a love confession. “want me to roll it for you?”

he rolls the joints for you, and you try not to stare like a creep before you’re out the door in no time, breathing in the balmy late afternoon air and riding off on your bike to your empty house, family away for the weekend, to smoke your maybank special.

the second half of your experience, not so smooth.

you chaotically steer your little bike with a basket up to his house not even two hours later, paranoid and practically crashing the vehicle onto the grass as you hop off it, hands shaking at your side. jj, embarrassingly is already on the porch, stroking a stray cat with a cigarette in his mouth.

when he spots you frantically moving towards him he stands slowly, tossing the end of his cigarette aside. “ohhhh boy.” he speaks to himself like he knew what was coming.

“hey, hi, uhm.” you pant, violently struggling for breath as you clench and unclench your hands at your sides.

“you good?” he frowns, stepping towards you.

“i just— i’m so sorry to bother you but i — i smoked it alone for my first time and i don’t think i did it right or maybe it’s just reacting with me super bad and now i’m shaking and i feel really weird and i didn’t know who to go to — i— i just was wondering if there was a way to become un-high, cos i — i didn’t really wanna do it in the first place i just came to buy weed from you because i have this ridiculously huge crush on you and i thought hey what the hell—”

“heeeey, hey. breathe, okay? deep breath in girlie, look at me, right here.” he places his hands on your shoulders, face right infront of yours and for a moment you’re stunned. not only because you said all of that out loud, but because his hands were on you. “thats right, now breathe out.” he puffs his cheeks out, blowing out himself like he was encouraging a baby and you copy him, wide glassy eyes fixated on him like he was your life line.

“sorry.” you whisper and he smiles, adorable dimples indenting his cheeks.

“for what? come in, you look like you need some water.” he guides you inside his house, closing the door behind you as you try your best to stay calm. your brain felt slow and fast at the same time and all your nerve endings felt alight, constantly on the verge of a panic attack. “here, sit down— yeah? mi casa es su casa, or whatever. i never took french.” he ushers you to the couch, clumsily tripping over an empty beer can before kicking it aside and skidding off to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water.

“you ride your bike here?” he realises, sitting beside you as he hands you your drink.

“y—yeah.” you release a shaky exhale, bringing the glass to your lips.

“drink that nice n’slow, atta girl. see? you’re alright!” he makes an effort to keep his voice gentle, looking like he was going to reach out to put a hand on your arm but decided against it. you put the glass aside, palm coming to rub uncomfortably over the skin on your chest where your heart was. “heart feel a little fast?”

“mhm.” you mewl pathetically, mortified. you must have fumbled it, there was nothing sexy about winding up on your crushes couch having a panic attack.

“thats pretty normal, yeah. just gotta breathe n’shit.” he nods, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches you. “it’ll feel better when you just let it do what it needs to do, trust me.”

you try and follow his advice, sitting quietly for a few minutes as you lean back and relax into his couch, taking deep breaths and letting the high run its natural course. after a little while, you feel a giggle bubble up.

“uh-oh, there she is.” you hear the smile in his voice and he’s already looking at you.

“i totally freaked, m’sorry.” you’re all blissed out now, finally relaxed.

“oh you’re good— uh, yeah. what even happened? like—how much did you smoke?”

“the whole joint.” you shrug, snickering again.

“yeah that… probably was a lot for your first time, huh?” he grins, shaking his head. “if i knew you were this clueless about this shit, no offence, i would have offered to smoke with you, ‘ya know? be your guide. your ganja guru, if you will.”

“maybe you can teach me the right way to do it next time?” you try, feeling braver under the influence. his eyes flutter with something unrecognisable in your state and he nods.

“y—yeah. yeah for sure. totally.”

“unless i kinda ruined the vibes with that whole embarrassing confession outside.” you groan, lifting a hand to smush against your warm cheek. his eyes widen and he shakes his head.

“no! no, it was cute… i had no idea man, i would’ve closed. you crushing on me? c’mon man i’d be all over that.” he chuckles awkwardly, watching your face melt into the softest and sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

“really? you mean that?”

“hey, it’s not everyday i got a pretty girl on my couch needing me to save her, okay— this is big for me.” he teases.

you spend the rest of the evening riding out your high, before sleepily riding out your dealer beneath the glow of the television. he’ll consider it payment.

⊹ . ⁺ 🐰🎀⋅˚₊𐙚

#anon #dealer!jj #jj maybank prompt

[forcheol]

“i should check up on her anyways, though. he always does, even if you've fully informed him of where you're going. he won't be able to live with himself if anything was to happen to you”

couldn’t stop thinking about this line you wrote, and now i am on my knees humbly asking for protective cheol content!! 🛐🛐

atp, this man a literal human shield 🥹

seungcheol is a very attentive person. when it comes to your little storytimes after a long day, he listens very closely, following up with his own comments.

not just that, he's also attentive when it comes to looking out for you, protecting you and making sure that you're content in the moment.

if a car was rushing by, he would pull you close to him with an audible 'careful, doll!' to shield you from any water that might get splashed on you.

he would never let you walk on the outside of the path, like never. even if you accidentally ended up on that side, he would switch places with you by slowing down a little and moving to the outside of the road.

and table corners might just be your enemy. one time, you were grabbing something from under the table and when you got up, the table corner had poked the side of your arm. seungcheol found out somehow (he saw the bruise when you wore a short sleeve baby tee) and immediately purchased discrete looking corner protectors before proceeding to scold you in a loving way about being careful.

seungcheol will never ever allow you to get something off the top shelf yourself, fearing that you might slip off the 2-step bamboo stool. instead, every time he sees you trying to, he sprints over to do it for you.

"doll, i told you not to do that! i'm here, i'll do it for you." you frown, "but i wanted to do it..." "i know you do, but i won't be able to forget it if i let you and then you end up hurting yourself. i need to wrap you up in bubble wrap, my clumsy baby."

#hani: asks #scoups #scoups fluff #scoups imagines #choi seungcheol #choi seungcheol fluff #choi seungcheol imagines #seventeen #seventeen fluff

[lovelyhan]

For svt hard thoughts what about perv!seokmin panty sniffer 🫣 like I imagine him just stuffing his face under your skirt, nose pressed against your panties, just jerking off to your scent alone… imagine him just being SO desperate but you have work to do, at your laptop at home so he’s just under your desk…pressed against the sink while you do the dishes…until you give in and just let him devour your pussy bc he’s being so distracting….ok bye hope that’s ok 😅

20:32 — SEOKMIN

Anonymous said: Hi, maybe dokyeom and tongue fucking for the hard thoughts?

oh my god you're both diabolical.... the image these asks painted in my head 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 seokmin is def the type to be so pussy drunk he'd live between your thighs forever if he could. anyway, this ended up becoming a little Long bc.......i ended up needing perv dk more than i should 🫠

cw: pussy fixation 🥴

you love your boyfriend. he's the kind of guy your mother would be delighted to know her daughter is dating. someone who promises your father that he'd have you home by nine.

seokmin is the epitome of every green flag in a relationship and you'll never really get over how lucky you are to have someone like him in your life.

but there's a little something about your oh-so perfect boyfriend that both of your parents are better off not knowing about.

"seokmin."

you attempt to suppress a groan when you feel the gangly man nudging your legs apart beneath your desk—chuckling to himself as he hikes your skirt up your thighs.

"baby, if you really didn't want me snooping around like this, then you would've worn your lounge pants instead," he chuckles and while you considered giving him a lecture about how clothes are not an invitation to get felt up by your boyfriend, you can't make a convincing argument when that's exactly what you were hoping for.

there might've been an ulterior motive for your choice to forego lounge pants like seokmin said. you might've been pent up all fucking day, wanting nothing more than to have his mouth on you.

but thank god seokmin is a big enough pervert that you don't even have to feel embarrassed for being as needy as you are.

however, as much as you want him to just push your panties to the side and make you come on his tongue, you actually have work to do. you make that very clear to your perverted boyfriend as he presses his nose into the gusset of your underwear—breathing in the scent of budding arousal as he mutters something along the lines of, "fine, but i'm staying right here."

you should've told him to just wait for you in your bedroom while you get this report done. because right now, you're much too distracted by the way his face never strays too far from your clothed pussy.

one of his hands paw at your inner thighs as he greedily sucks in your scent through his nose. judging from the slick sound of something wet and sloppy coming beneath the desk, you're pretty damn sure that seokmin is jerking his leaking cock in his fist—pretending the tight grip of his fingers is your sweet cunt instead.

long story short, you got zero work done that evening—too fascinated with the sight of your needy boyfriend coming into his fist as he sniffed you through your goddamn panties.

it happens again when the weekend rolls around. you and seokmin just got home from a quick stroll at the market when you decided to wash the vegetables you purchased so you could prep them for lunch in half an hour.

you weren't even halfway in washing the carrots when you feel your boyfriend drift behind you—lithe fingers trailing up the hem of your short sundress as he gropes your ass a little too lovingly to be considered dirty.

"i couldn't stop staring at your legs the whole time we were out," seokmin whines into your ear, pressing fleeting kisses along your neck as his hands trail further into your center. "want you to smother my face with pussy so bad, baby. you didn't let me last time."

"that's because you worked me up too much," you complain but make no moves to reprimand him when he sinks to his knees—flipping the hem of your dress up as he nuzzles the cushion of your panty-clad ass. "you think i had the patience for you to go down on me when i could have you rail me with your cock instead?"

seokmin chuckles breathlessly, taking the waistband of your underwear between his teeth before dragging the fabric down your hips with the help of his hands. you waste no time stepping out of the offensive garment—arching your back so you could present your glistening slit to your perv of a boyfriend.

"as much as i love feeling you come around my cock, nothing compares to getting a taste of this sweet pussy," he sighs before smoothing his hands across your thighs to part your folds—making you shiver at the sensation of the cool kitchen air against your cunt. "you always taste so good for me, baby. if it was up to me, i'd eat this pretty cunt everyday."

"liar," you huff. "just last night you said you'd do anything to have your dick inside me for the rest of your life."

"well, i'd also do anything to have your pretty pussy on my mouth for the rest of my life," seokmin argues but before you can rebut, he licks a long stripe from your clit all the way to your leaking entrance—making any sort of argument turn to dust in your mouth as your hands grip the sink tightly.

"good?" your boyfriend asks, and you don't have to face him to know that he has a shit-eating grin on his face.

feeling the last dregs of your self-control finally slip away, you move to press your arms against the edge of the sink for more stability—pressing your head against your wrists as you feel your cunt pulsing with need.

"just get on with it."

"what was that?"

throwing him a dirty look over your shoulder, you say, "lee seokmin, if you don't make me come on your mouth in the next five minutes, i'm banning sex for a month."

now that catches his attention–making seokmin peek from under the skirt of your dress with a scowl. "not even oral?"

"yes. now get on with it 'cause the clock is—oh!"

of course your boyfriend's sex-crazed brain is quick to act at the threat of having his pussy eating privileges revoked. seokmin flattens his tongue against your cunt, making come hither motions with his fucking tongue in a way that drags against both your clit and puffy hole.

your legs tremble with each pass across your folds but seokmin doesn't have any plans on letting you take it easy. he pins your hips against the edge of the sink to keep you from squirming, sucking and slurping your juices before easing two fingers easily into your slick entrance. the intrusion makes you gasp, bucking your hips against his hand as he continues the merciless assault of his tongue.

"f-fuck," you whimper, walls squeezing around his digits as you focus on the feeling of his sinful tongue against you. "baby, feels so good, shit."

"yeah? turn around for me, sweet thing," he murmurs into your pussy and you bemoan the loss of his fingers when he slips them out of you. "hop on the counter and spread these pretty legs for me."

the vegetables are long forgotten as you do as you're told—half-lidded gaze trained on your boyfriend as he stares at your spit-slicked cunt like it's a national treasure.

"fuuuuuck," he sighs, pressing breathy kisses along your inner thighs as he adjusts his position on the floor. it must be uncomfortable as hell, squatting just to get his face leveled with your pussy, but seokmin is anything but a quitter. "can't believe this sweet cunt is all mine."

the next thing you know, he's diving back into you—the sharp curve of his nose pressed against your clit as he crams his tongue into your entrance. the added stimulus makes you moan in delight, finally realizing why seokmin wanted to eat you out like this instead as your fingers find their way into his hair.

"baby, your tongue's so fucking good to me," you mewl. "'m so close, kyeomie. need to come on your mouth..."

seokmin inhales sharply through his teeth—those usually sweet eyes of his clouded with lust when his gaze momentarily flickers up to you.

he's relentless with his ministrations—licking up each surge of arousal that leaks out of your hole before slurping it all with his tongue. seokmin eats pussy like it's a fucking art form and before you know it, you're creaming against his face, rolling your hips against his nose and lips as you ride out your high.

your boyfriend's mouth doesn't stray too far even as you lose yourself to the tides of release. he continues laving at your cunt as if it's the last day he'll ever get a taste and if the iron-tight grip he has on your hips doesn't leave bruises, you'll be really disappointed.

by the time your orgasm subsides, you're a boneless, twitching mess on top of the sink and seokmin fills your ears with an endless string of praises as he helps prop you up.

"my beautiful baby's always so good to me," he murmurs, kissing you softly and you try not to get turned on when you taste yourself on his lips. "you don't care how much of a perv i am, don't you? 'cause you're just as perverted yourself. letting me have this sweet pussy anytime i want. you're an angel, baby. the sweetest angel out there."

your breath comes in broken pants as you make starry eyes at the sweet, loving smile that seokmin cracks your way. how does someone who looks like this have the filthiest come out of his mouth?

then again, that's just one of the many things you love about lee seokmin.

#svthub #seventeen smut #dk smut #seokmin smut #seventeen fanfic #lovelyhan #📝 drabble #🍵 tea time #💌 anon

[lapisdeiii]

"your desires,my darling?" Are you serious 😃😵‍💫🫠😳😇 AnyWAY. Your first Zhongli HC was... intense. Would you like making a second part for.. the general public 🤭 Im sure everyone would appreciate it

𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜 𝗣𝗧 𝗜𝗜

SYNOPSIS : y'all asked and i am delivering again!! since you lovely gems liked my first sugar daddy zhongli headcanons, i'll just give you some more <3. these will have the same tags !! 

WARNINGS : dub-con , manipulation , isolation , forced dependency , financial abuse , gn reader used, daddy kink. forced marriage. nsfw themes

A/N : i do not condone irl yanderes . if you are ever in a situation like this, talk to someone immediately .  goods underneath lol

zhongli loves you, desperately so. he wants to keep you by his side, perhaps even marry you. he finds that he cannot even dream of a life without you.

but, of course, a silly little thing like you wouldn't want to stay with him for long, and move on to the next thing. what's this? you seem to have taken an interest in a boy at your college? well, that simply won't do! daddy will just have to remind you of why he is the best option!

every night he spoils you, not with just the amazing times you have in bed, but to the perfumes or cologne he purchases. everything he buys you is meant for you and you alone

he'll take you at times to a fancy dinner, but they always end up a little steamy as zhongli takes good care of you under the table, playing with you and mumbling the nastiest things as his gloved hand grips your thigh to keep it from shaking as you cum for the nth time by his hand, and close to the final climax, he pulls away his hands and he whispers that when you both get home, he'll make you a crying and whining mess on the bed. a little treat for being so well behaved and good!

he keeps you in his penthouse. you understand, don't you darling? a man like himself always gets lonely without his little gem to hold and spoil every chance he gets.

you find that at your college, nasty rumors have spread around about yourself, that you are a no good gold digger. your room was trashed, and the door to your dorm was spray painted with nasty words! you run to daddy afterwards and he consoles you, his poor baby. you have no idea it was him that spread those nasty rumors about you, daddy just wanted to make sure no one got too close to you, especially those nasty frat boys and sorority girls!

he'll try to slowly coax you out of college, you seriously don't need that degree darling, daddy will just take care of you for the rest of your life. you worry about getting older and him not loving you anymore? oh sweet thing, he loves you more than life itself, no matter how old you get, daddy will always spoil you rotten.

he'll tell you in that deep velvety rich tone, how much he loves you as he finds purchase in your hips, deeply thrusting into you as you whine and beg for him to stop, your protests muddled with whines of pleasure and need

"daddy! oh daddy hng~! stop, i can't take it any more" you whine out softly, clenching bed sheets as zhongli thrusts hard and fast into you "oh my little gem, you'll let daddy have more right? yes darling you will, mm daddy is addicted to the way you feel" zhongli's hand slides under your chest and his thumb lightly traces your nipple. at this, you let out a sweet moan. "now, daddy wants you to cum a couple more times for me, oh yes.. such a good little gem"

zhongli is a traditional man, and of course like said before, he wants to marry you. he'll pick the perfect month, the perfect day. you won't mind that daddy is an auspicious man right? he wants to marry you at the perfect time, with or without you always agreeing!

he says your relationship is special, not like the other sugar babies before! to him, they are just play things.. but you.. you are his special little gem, the only one of his sugar babies to ever catch his attention and snare him down.

his dream is to have a child with you, move you to his mansion in liyue and keep you as his cute housespouse. you'll be happy with him, he's sure of it!

these headcanons are more popular than i thought lolol!! i hope you enjoyed my gems!!

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[neverinadream]

A "White" Christmas

Summary: With her parents visiting to celebrate the holidays early, Y/N finds herself cock blocked in her own home.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Nope

Song Inspo: Wit It This Christmas - Ariana Grande

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, pre-established relationship, fluff, boyfriend!christian, uses of she/her pronouns, soft dom!christian x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (pretty, baby, good girl...), praise kink, mutual masturbation, a little bit of cum play, not edited

Notes: to the girls in the gc, i am not back, just thought i would surprise you 🤭 to everyone else, hello, hi, here's my first festive-ish fic. i'll be honest, there isn't much festive about this, other than like two lines and the pun in the title but it's something...a little clunky and the ending is rushed but whatever. anyway feedback is always appreciated

“Please, Christian!”

A laugh trickled up Christian's throat, passing his lips on a single breath, as Y/N continued to stagger open-mouthed kisses up the column of his neck and across the stubble that painted his jaw. His hands go to her hips, holding her still when she tries to grind against him, desperate to seek out some friction to soothe the ache that had been building between her thighs all night. Rolled up sleeves, flexed forearms, and lingering touches that burned away the cold, winter chill were a tasty recipe that was only leading to disappointment.

“I need you,” she whines into his ear, dragging her hand down his toned chest. His body grows taut, her hand dusting over his shorts, earning a faint groan as she squeezes him through the black material. “You want me too, baby,” she dips her head back into the curve of his neck, “unless you've got something else stuffed down your shorts.”

“Your parents-”

“I can be quiet.”

“Ha!” His laughter gets lost inside her mouth, her lips crashing against his, her teeth nipping at his bottom lip when he doesn't allow her tongue to meet his. “The only way I can keep you quiet is if I stuff your mouth,” he says, her ears hearing only the truth.

“So treat my mouth like a stocking and stuff it,” she purrs, the corners of her mouth turning upwards into a wickedly delightful grin.

Her hand slides inside his shorts, stroking him from root to tip as she takes his cock with a tight grip. Soft grunts leave his mouth, her hand coming up to wrap around the head, squeezing it with enough pressure to make him dizzy.

He tips his head back, softly thudding against the headboard. “You're gonna be the death of me, one day.”

“So…is that a yes?” She asks, batting her eyelashes.

“Not exactly,” he watches the disappointment roll over her features, “but, I have an idea, if you're willing to try.”

“Go on…”

“You want to come, yes?” She goes quiet, answering with a nod. “So, touch yourself-”

“It's not the same,” she cuts him off, bringing her mouth against his neck, teasing out a moan as she licks down to his collarbone. She bites, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, her thighs clamping as he squeezes her hips tighter. “I want you to touch me,” she whines, nuzzling her face against his stubble, enjoying the feel of it rasping against her skin, “I want you to make me come.”

“I'll still be here,” he flips their position, hopping off the bed before she can respond, “and I'll be doing the exact same thing.” He peels his shirt off over his head, throwing it in her direction; she bats it away like a cat’s paw to a fly. “Show me what you do to yourself when I'm away,” he coaxes, “and I'll show you what I do.”

She sits up, her fingers taking control as she reaches for the end of her T-Shirt. “I don't see how this is any different to us just having sex,” she mumbles, tossing it to the end of the bed.

“Leave the bra on,” Christian utters, parting his lips on a groan. His hand is pushed down the front of his shorts, giving himself a slow stroke as he admires the dark red lace.

She looks down at her recent purchase, thinking the colour was fitting for the holiday season. “So you like it?”

“It's gonna be something new to think about when I'm away,” he confesses, pulling his shorts off, kicking them away as they reach the ground. His cock had sprung up, the tip swollen and red, aching to be emptied. He works his pre-cum over the head, a moan getting lost in the back of his throat as he does his best to stay quiet. “Our bed is against the same wall as your parents’, baby,” he painfully reminds her, “and I haven't recovered from the last time we tried to have sex under the same roof as your parents. Or, do you not remember your mom interrupting us?”

Heat trickles up her neck. “I remember, but this is our house. We can have sex in our own home.”

“Not tonight,” he shakes his head, “not this week.” She huffs a breath, back slumping against the headboard. She couldn't believe she was being cock blocked by her own parents in her own home, with a boyfriend who was going along with it. “Now, spread your legs,” he orders, climbing to kneel at her feet, “and pull your panties to the side. I want to see you.”

She sits up, parting her legs without any hesitation, biting her lip to suppress a whimper as she exposes herself to the cold air. It's pretty and perfect, glistening with arousal.

“Wider,” he mumbles, slowing his strokes, “spread your pussy open for me.” He knows he can't be loud, but a groan rips through him as she uses two fingers to spread her lips. “Look at it,” he squeezes his hand tight around the tip, “it's just begging for me to fuck it.”

“Please,” she whimpers, brushing her fingers over her clit, dancing around the sensitive nub. Her free hand roams her chest, drawing his gaze to the way she pinched her nipples through the lace. She whimpers again, tugging harshly on her nipple. “Please, Christian,” she tips her head back, exposing the soft column of her neck, “please, just fuck me!”

“Quiet, baby,” he leans over her body, skirting his mouth up her neck, nipping at her pulse point and flicking his tongue against her ear, “we don't need your daddy hearing his little girl begging to be fucked through the wall.”

“And what about this daddy?” She grins, nudging him back to look at him. His eyes go wide, but his cock throbs in his hand. “What does this daddy need his little girl to do?”

He sits back on his heels, fucking his fist faster, wishing he could suck on the puckered bud pressing through her bra. “What do you think about when I'm away?” He nods to her hand, her fingers rubbing her clit in hard circles. “Do you think about me? Do you think about my fingers inside you instead of your own?”

She pushes two fingers inside her cunt, him watching as they come out coated in her wetness. He licks his lip thinking about how they would taste if she shoved them into his mouth. Those thoughts disappear as she pushes them back in, deeper this time, her back arching away from the bed. Her other hand slides over her belly and down to her clit.

“I think about you,” she's panting for air now, her pleasure building as she curls her fingers, brushing the sweet spot against her front wall, “us, on your birthday, out on the balcony.”

A laugh bubbles in his throat, his cheeks blushing the sweetest shade of pink as the memory comes flooding back to him. Her on his lap, his cock, thick and hard through his pants, rubbing up against her aching cunt. “That was a good night,” he agrees, pumping his cock, squeezing his head on every upstroke. He was close, but he knew she was too. “Never did finish, did we?”

She can't answer, the words trapped inside, so she just shakes her head instead.

“I think…” Her eyes roll, bottom lip catching between her teeth to keep herself quiet. She pumps her fingers and rubs her clit faster. “...I'm close.”

“Yeah?” He matches her speed, forearms flexing, his tattoos visible from the corner of her eyes. His lips part on a silent groan. “Good, because I don't think I'll last much longer.” Her name shudders out his mouth. “Fuck-!” He shifts until he’s straddling one of her thighs, his cock pointing proudly towards her as he jerks his hand in her direction. “Can I come on your pussy?”

She whimpers, feeling empty as she withdraws her fingers. “Do it,” she nods, rubbing her clit, the last little push she needs to hurtle herself off the edge.

She comes with his name on her lips, her hand clamped over her mouth to catch the majority of her screams, and Christian comes to the sound of it. His eyes squeeze shut, muttering, “take it, take it all,” under his breath as he coats her pussy in his cum. The release knocks off his balance and he grabs the top of the headboard to stop himself from collapsing on top of Y/N.

He tries to catch his breath, his forehead briefly pressing against hers, his body half slumped over. “When do your parents leave?” He asks, brushing his thumb lightly over her swollen clit. She shudders, biting her bottom lip to cage the whine that was strangled in the back of her throat. “End of the week, right?” She nods her head. “Good,” he murmurs, wiping his fingers through his cum, painting his arousal around her cunt, “because I'm tired of being cock blocked in my own home.”

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[taegimood]

Ahhh how come you be giving love to everyone but Kai? That's so not fair.

He's my biased, Soob being my wrecker.

Maybe one where Kai comes back from practice all sweaty comes back and finds you in the shower. And....well...joins...hehe 🫣

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hi there- i love kai just as much as each of the other members, please don’t assume; i don’t appreciate being accused of favoritism. the only reason i haven’t written much for him is simply because no one has requested it yet. you’re my first ask that’s specific to kai. i’ve written for him in every one of my ot5 posts, however, and last night posted a sookai thought that you can read if you’d like. i’m not being unfair to him. in fact, i’d love to get more kai asks from my readers! i’m glad to finally have one here. anyway.. just wanted to clear that up. i love kai very much. now for this shower thought, since my other readers will be looking forward to more of him.

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a/n: [wc 784] this ended up being more of a mini one-shot or something, oops.. i’ll add proper titling and stuff tomorrow..

you’d originally planned to wait up for your boyfriend, hanging out in his room until the boys were back from practice; but as the clock ticks later and later and you receive an apologetic text from kai explaining that their manager is keeping them there overtime, you decide to go ahead and make your way through your evening routine. it’s when you’re helping yourself to a warm shower that you hear the faint sounds of voices entering the dorm — confirmed by beomgyu singing at the top of his lungs as he passes through the hallway outside.

you chuckle to yourself before wondering if kai will be too tired to join you. you frown at the thought of your boyfriend, worried that he’s been feeling too overworked, and hoping that you’ll be able to help ease his stress, even if just a little. you almost don’t realize when the door opens slightly and he slips through the crack before locking it behind him, leaning forward against the sink for a moment with a tired sigh before straightening to glance over his shoulder at you. you meet each other’s eyes with small, matching smiles, not needing to say anything as he slides his sweaty clothes off and steps in to join you.

“hi baby,” he breathes quietly against the back of your neck as he nuzzles his face into it, arms immediately wrapping themselves around your waist. you hum in response, reaching a hand up over your shoulder to caress his damp hair. “hi,” you whisper back in a soft voice. “tired?”

“mhm...”

he’s gently turning you around, slowly walking you backwards with his hands on your hips until your back comes to rest against the wall. “need you,” he murmurs with sparkling eyes that flit between your own. you coo softly, reaching up again to tuck some hair behind his ear before placing a hand on his cheek to bring him down into a kiss. he doesn’t hesitate, lips moving languidly against your own as his hands wander your body, squeezing gently at every curve and valley until one slips around to rest on your lower back, pressing your hips closer as his other hand finds purchase on your thigh. he gives it a tap and you lift it into his grasp immediately, wrapping snugly around his waist.

when his hand slips down between your bodies, a smile graces his lips. “you already got yourself ready for me, huh?”

“just in case,” you smile back, coyly, and his eyes are lidded as he releases a contented sigh. “fuck, you’re always so good for me.”

he jerks himself a couple of times in preparation before aligning himself with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit for a few moments with his lip between his teeth before sliding inside of you — slowly, deliciously, both of your heads tipping back with parted lips and quiet moans as he steadily sheathes himself to the hilt. you take a few moments to adjust before he slips his hand back to its previous place on your lower back. “ready?” “mhm..”

the following minutes are a blissful haze, the drag of kai’s warm cock within your walls sending shivers through every inch of your body, his forehead resting on yours as he delivers deep, steady rolls of his hips — his eyes closed contentedly as he relishes in the feeling of you wrapped all around him.

you take your time with each other, the warm water cascading over sore muscles and aching limbs, your lips finding purchase with his as you lean up to claim them once again. soon you can tell that kai is close when his moans turn into soft whimpers against your wetted lips. you stroke a hand up and down his back soothingly, your other slipping down to massage circles over your throbbing clit; his hips are stuttering now, the light sound of slapping skin heard faintly through the falling water, his breaths growing labored as he pulls you closer, and it’s when you cum around him with a shudder that he’s filling you up, moaning into the crook of your neck as he bites down gently, rocking his hips against yours until you’ve ridden out both your highs.

the two of you are panting as he slowly eases out of your pussy, bringing your leg back down to the floor and holding onto your waist to make sure that you’re steadied. his forehead finds yours again, catching his breath. “thank you,” he murmurs. he presses a kiss to your forehead and then your lips. “i love you.”

you smile. “i love you too, hyuka. let’s get you some rest.”

#ask mj ♡ #mj’s hard thoughts #txt #txt x reader #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt thoughts #txt oneshot #txt fluff #huening kai #huening kai x reader #huening kai smut #huening kai hard thoughts #huening kai thoughts #huening kai oneshot #huening kai fluff #taegimood #nonnie 🍰!