#cleaning sink for baby bath time

[flseur]

꒰ 𐙚 it's so lonely in my mansion — jjk men ꒱

⟡ synopsis : you've always gotten whatever you've wanted, and it doesn't stop with the men you're interested in.

⟡ content warning : nsfw ( 18+ ), fem!reader, richgirl!reader, pool boy!gojo, private chef!suguru, ceo!nanami, age gap ( reader is in her early 20s, characters are in their mid 20s to early 30s ), fingering, missionary, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, doggy

౨ৎ note : first multi-chara fic in a bit ! it's a bit shorter than what i usually write i think bc i needed to do a bio and cogsci lectures right after but please enjoy ! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

❥₊ ⊹ "o-oh fuck!" you moan out, your little frilly pink bathing suit was thrown somewhere haphazardly and your breasts press against the strong plains of satoru's bare chest.

you were staying at your parent's summer house in the hamptons, it's upkeep being done completely by the hired staff. but one member of them would always catch your attention.

snowy white hair with matching long lashes, bright cerulean eyes, and a body that's hard to take your mind off of.

satoru had recently been hired to take care your olympic-sized pool, and you certainly were not complaining at the free (not really free) show that came with him cleaning it.

every time you knew he was coming over to do some work, you'd be out sunbathing, doing pilates, or "homework" outside. and every time you'd ask him for help with something.

your sweet voice would call him over, pouty lips and big eyes stare up at him and ask him, ever so innocently, "satoruuu... can you help me with this?"

which led to where you were right now. after about 2 weeks of asking him for his help, you finally asked him if he could, "pretty please put sunscreen on my back?"

you were flipped over on your stomach, laying on a lounge chair with your skimpy pink bikini bottoms doing absolutely nothing to cover your ass and you swore you could hear him gulp loudly.

his large hands massaged the lotion into your back, getting lower and lower until he stopped right where the string of your bottoms were.

confused, you whip your head around to see why he stopped before turning back over to face him.

"fuck..." you heard him sigh under his breath before hastily pressing his lips onto yours. "you're such a fucking tease."

satoru wasted no time ripping your swimsuit off, one hand coming up to pinch one of your nipples while the other crept towards your aching heat.

his lithe fingers brush against your folds before his thumb finally presses on your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

satoru continues his ministrations on your pussy until he feels your hand wrap around his wrist, making him stop his movements. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced throughout his voice.

"no..." you mumble. "i just want you to fuck me now."

satoru lolls his head backwards and groans, "fuck, baby... you don't know what you do to me. don't know how long i've wanted to fuck you and this pretty pussy."

"then do it." you chide, getting impatient.

hurriedly, satoru removes his black board shorts, his cock springs free. the tip is flushed pink with precum leaking from it.

satoru's hands grab at the fat of your hips, pulling you down the lounge chair and making your ass flush against his his own hips.

you squirm against him, desperate for friction then whimpering when your clit bumps against the head of his dick.

"patient, princess." a small smirk pulls on his pink lips as he watches you pout up at him.

"put it in already." you groan, getting more and more impatient.

and though satoru does like how horny you are for him, he's almost sure that he's more turned on then you are. he swears he's never been this hard before.

he leans down, his arms caging you in as his cock sinks into you. "stop squeezing me... can hardly move." he moans.

"c-can't," you gasp, feeling him stretch your pussy. "you're s'big..."

your ears were ringing and stars blurred your vision, the way he was splitting you open was deliciously sinful.

satoru lets out a low moan before pulling out almost completely, only leaving the tip in before thrusting his full length in.

"oh my god!" you cry out, your manicured fingers wrap around his torso and dig into his pale skin.

his pace was relentless, the feeling of his thick cock dragging inside your walls and his tip continously pressing that gooey spot in you was overwhelming paired with his balls slapping against your ass.

you were on the brink of your orgasm, feeling the build-up in your tummy. "g'nna cum—" your sobs turn into near screams as you feel one of satoru's hands creep down and rub your puffy clit.

"cum for me. cum on my cock, god, baby please cum. c-can feel you squeezing me, oh fuck." he babbles, not entirely sure of what he was saying but he knew one thing, and it was that he was going to make sure he got to fuck you every chance he got before you left for school again.

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

❥₊ ⊹ though you have all the money you need to buy new purses, clothes, and sports cars, money simply could not buy you cooking skills. after countless of cooking classes for beginners (and dozens of burnt meals), your parents decided to hire a private chef for you. and that chef was suguru.

he was there to make whatever you wished for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which you appreciated but ever since he's come into your mansion, you've found yourself craving something... different.

and suguru could tell. each time you first came downstairs in the morning you were always in some silky pyjama set. dainty lace straps of the top would always be falling off of your shoulders where he'd see no bra strap causing his eyes to fall down to your breasts and he would see your pert nipples peeking through.

but this time, you had come downstairs in a tiny little pyjama dress that did not cover your ass at all. suguru had asked you what you wanted for breakfast and you mumbled "pancakes" quietly, still trying to wake up.

you brushed past him to open a top cupboard, standing on the tips of your toes to reach a cup, your dress moving upwards and showcasing your -- oh my god you weren't wearing any panties.

suguru held back a groan at the sight of your bare pussy before muttering a quiet "fuck it" and you felt his large hands grip your hips, flipping you around to face him before he urgently pressed his lips into yours.

soon enough, he has you bare with your ass sitting on the cold marble countertops. black tufts of hair tickle your inner thighs while your mind is overwhelmed with pleasure.

suguru licks a strip up your pussy, from your hole to your clit. then one of his hands creeps closer to your heat and a thick finger plunges into you causing you to moan out.

your hands grab at his hair, pulling at the roots and he moans against you. his fingers work wonders in you, each thrust calculated and precise. every press from the digits would hit that sweet spot that made your ears ring.

his mouth was the opposite of his fingers, wrapped around your clit slurping loudly and messily. his moans made you press his face deeper into your cunt, basically riding his face.

"cum on my face, pretty girl..." he looks up at you, alluring eyes looking at your own. "know you've been wanting to, i'll let you, baby.”

you let out a strangled cry and grind quicker against his face, clit bumping against his nose. your cries get higher in pitch until finally the dam breaks and you orgasm all over suguru's face yet he never once stops his ministrations. his mouth continues to work your clit and his fingers are still fucking into you.

you were about to be thrown into another mind-numbing orgasm, tears lining your eyes and you sobbed out in overstimulation until the high was ripped away from you.

"w-what?" you looked up at suguru, confused.

"this time, you're gonna cum on my cock instead," he says before you hear the buckle of his belt hit the floor.

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

❥₊ ⊹ he knew he had an important meeting. knew it was with your father, but here nanami is, balls deep in his competitors daughter, whispering about how much he loves you.

you were bent over his large desk, your head facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. cute little tweed skirt pushed above your hips and your gucci monogrammed fishnet tights had a hole ripped out from the crotch.

when kento had ripped the hole, you gasped, ready to give him an earful of how hard it was for you to get those but you were quickly cut off by feeling his thick cock split you open accompanied by his strained voice saying, "i'll just get you another pair... another dozen if i get to do this to you..."

his hands were grabbing at your ass, while his eyes watched it recoil with each thrust of his hips. your pussy was dragging him in deeper, squeezing him impossibly tighter, it took everything in kento to not cum early, he needed to make sure you came at least twice before he does.

the sinful noise of skin against skin, accompanied by hushed moans permeated the office. each thrust of his cock was deep and impactful, but the pace was still quick. as much as he would love to take his time with you, he can't today.

"love you, baby," he moans. "love you so much, g'nna marry you one day, i swear..." kento rolls his hips, the head of his length pressing that gooey spot in you.

you let out a mewl, freshly manicured nails gripping the mahogany wood of the desk. you fuck your hips back onto him, relishing in the sheer amount of pleasure your boyfriend was providing you.

wanting to see your face, nanami's strong arms reach around your torso and pulls you upward, your back arching. he has one strong hand against your jaw, making your head face him while his other hand slithers down to your sopping pussy.

"k-kiss me..." you struggle between moans. "please kiss me."

and kento obliges. he presses his lips to yours as his hand begins to rub hurried circles to your puffy clit, making you moan into his mouth.

the drag of his thick cock paired with the stimulation of your clit was addicting, you pull apart from the kiss and your eyes roll to the back of your head. kento was overwhelming your senses, he was everywhere you needed him and everywhere you wanted him.

as your impending orgasm catches up to you, your hand grips the wrist of the hand playing with your pussy, the blunt of your nails dig into the skin.

"i-i'm cumming!" you sob, cunt sucking his cock in deeper and coating it as well as his wrist in your arousal. "love you s'much kento!" words slurring, still riding out your orgasm.

"one more time, princess... need you to cum one more time." he groans in your ear, moving downwards to press open-mouth kisses to your neck. his cock still bullying your insides while his lithe fingers rub your little clit relentlessly.

"y-yes!" you gasp, chest heaving.

"that's it... cum for me..." he coos.

as you come down from your second high, your ears ring but as soon as you come to, you realize the ringing wasn't from them. but instead it was from your phone.

[ (1) MISSED CALL FROM : DAD ]

dad: Y/N.

dad: Where the hell are you?!

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MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

pairing ✭ soft dom!bf!yunho x f!reader

synopsis ✭ nothing makes yunho feel better than knowing he can make his baby cum. nothing. of course, you can certainly cum more than once.

content/genre ✭ smut MDNI 18+, this just 2k words of pure smut 🙂

word count ✭ 2.1k

notes ✭ this was requested by 🪐🍄 anon and is the first time i’m publishing anything for one of my biases 💀. have fun!

warnings ✭ smut, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, angel), fingering, minor cockwarming, overstimulation (kinda), multiple orgasms (f recieving), oral (f recieving)

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Few things in this world could compare to the pleasure that Yunho got from knowing he was making you feel good. He’d get so lost in the moment. So hyperaware of how your body reacted to his touch. It was euphoric for him. He got off on the knowledge that it was him making you feel good. No one else could do to you what he did, and that was a fact he took deep pride in.

Some nights, making you cum three times was enough to satiate him. He’d end the night by putting you in a warm bath while he cleaned the sheets. Cuddling you for the rest of the night. Fully satisfied with you in his arms.

There were other nights when he became so engulfed in his need to pleasure you that he completely lost count of how many times you’d cum. Those nights were your favorite nights. And, lucky for you, Yunho was in a giving mood tonight. Moreso than he had ever been.

“So…” Drawing out the word. “How are you feeling tonight?” He ran a finger under your jaw as he hovered over you.

You sighed at his touch, “Good.”

“Yeah?” You nodded, eyes fluttering as he played with your hair. “You think you can handle a long night.” 

When you nodded again, he smirked and kissed you softly. “Ok baby, you’ll tell me it’s too much, yeah?”

“Of course,” you reassured him.

Getting your assurance gave him more than enough confidence. Most nights he skipped the foreplay and build-up entirely, but tonight he wanted to make it last. He wanted to see his baby come undone slowly. He wanted to watch you lose your ability think about anything but how good you felt. And he wanted to make sure he was thorough.

He kissed you again, but this time much deeper than before. His lips engulfed your own, sucking the breath out of your lungs. When his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, you whined. Yunho could feel himself harden at the sound. He fully sunk his teeth into your lip, hoping to draw the same sound out of you. And he did, but this time it was much needier. It was a melody he could listen to on repeat for hours.

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt as he kissed your jaw, periodically pulling back to see the little marks he had left behind with his teeth. The warmth of his palms on your stomach, as they pushed under your shirt, made you mentally sink further and further into him. Letting him give you the pleasure you so desperately desired.

When he pulled your shirt over your head, your heart fluttered and the way he looked at your body. Like he needed to explore every single inch of your skin. And he for sure did. Kissing from your neck to your collarbone. Massaging your breasts with his hands. Losing it every time you sighed and moaned when his fingers pulled at your nipples.

His hands eventually made it to the waistline of your panties, and you lifted your hips to help him pull them down your legs. His head was between your thighs in an instant, kissing and biting at the skin. He brought his fingers between your legs and spread your folds. Admiring how you glistened for him.

“Oh, my pretty baby,” he kissed your clit, barely brushing his lips over it, “You’re so beauitful. You know that, right?”

You moaned out his name when he pressed his tongue to your entrance.

“You like that?” he teased, chuckling when you tangled a hand in his hair and tried to push him back down. “Be patient, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”

When you rolled your hips, he tightened his grip on them, but he complied with your silent request. With a thumb playing with your clit, he ate you out like his life depended on it. He knew your body so well. He knew exactly how you liked his fingers on your clit. He knew how much you loved when he fucked you with his tongue. He could absolutely tell when you were about to come. 

Your thighs shook around his head, “Yu! Oh god–” He could feel your cunt tighten against his tongue. Your orgasm washed over you. Giving you pure pleasure from head to toe. 

He leaned back and let you catch your breath. Kissing and massaging your thighs. He knew the only way you could go as long as he wanted was if he gave you breaks. But he didn’t mind them, because that gave him time to admire how more and more messy you became every time he made you cum.

It was a sight he was sure he’d never get tired of. Your scattered hair. Your heaving chest. Your blown-out eyes. He bathed in every single detail. 

He was back to drowning himself in your pussy in no time. Starting with just two fingers inside you, he sucked on your clit, which was puffy and sensitive from the previous orgasm. The feeling of his lips around it made you jolt. He grinned, “Is that good, baby?”

“Yes!” you moaned, gripping his hair, letting him pull another orgasm out of you. Your whole body shook as he fucked you with his finger while his tongue played with your clit.

You could feel yourself losing all control of your body as you came for the second time. This time all over his fingers. He crawled over you and admired your sweaty face and droopy eyes. He brought his hand, the one soaked in you cum, to your lips, and you happily obliged. Sucking on his fingers, reveling in the taste of yourself on them.

While he hovered over you, he brought a thigh between your legs, pressing it up against your incredibly sensitive pussy. You pouted, and he laughed at you. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, catching the trail of saliva that dripped down your chin with his thumb.

“Why are you pouting baby?” he smirked, knowing the answer.

“Because!” you wiggled your hips.

“Oh baby…” he fake pouted, mocking you, “I can’t give you everything for free. You’re gonna have to work for it.”

You rolled your eyes. He wanted you to get yourself on his thigh. He did this almost every time when you started to get tired. Right before he knew that you would hardly be able to move of your own accord. 

In desperation to reach another climax, though, you always obliged. Grinding yourself continuously to reach your high. Feeling how he’d periodically flex his thigh to mess with you. This was his favorite part of the night because he loved to watch you cum all on your own. You lost all sense of awareness concerning what he wanted and focused only on how to make yourself cum all over his thigh. 

He was obsessed with how selfish you became when you fucked yourself on his thigh. And he could tell when you were about to cum too by the way your jaw dropped open and your eyes fluttered. When he asked if you were close, you just nodded dumbly and moaned loudly as you climaxed once again. 

You whined and reached for him when he left the bed, watching as he pulled his shirt over his head and slipped his boxers off. He loved watching you as you drooled over him. Already high in post-orgasm bliss. 

When he climbed back over you, you immediately reached down and grabbed at his length. He hummed lowly at your touch, “Oh baby, you're so greedy.”

“Please Yu…” you breathed out.

“Of course, angel. I would never leave you hanging. You know that.”

He kept his focus on your face as he slid himself between your folds. Watching how you jaw went slack and your eyes rolled back in your head. Admiring the wonderful flush of your cheeks and the shine of the sweat on your forehead. He felt his pride bubble over knowing that he was the one who made you feel this way.

Seeing you made him lose himself a little, too. Yunho could tell he was in his last moments of full clarity. He knew that if he didn’t fuck you soon he might fully disappear. 

“Baby,” his voice was hoarse in your ear, “do you want a condom?” You shook your head, “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you rolled your hips because he had stopped moving, hoping you could get some form of friction, “Please, Yu. I need you.”

“Ok, angel,” he intertwined one of his hands with yours, pinning it above your head. He grabbed your other wrist and placed your other hand in his hair, “Hold on.”

He started slow. Sinking into you feeling every inch of your walls tightening around him. You were so warm and welcoming for him. He groaned at the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp as you adjusted to him.

This was the part that Yunho loved the most. His stamina was astronomical. He could make you cum three times on his cock before he finished with you on the fourth. That meant he could watch you come completely undone under him.

“Oh my god,” you moaned softly as he bottomed out inside you.

He didn’t move, in fact, he knew he didn’t need to. Not yet anyway. Playing with your clit was enough, especially when you were stuffed full. It was euphoric the feeling of your walls contracting and closing around him as you got closer and closer. Your legs wrapped around his waist, holding him inside you as he circled your clit with his thumb over and over and over again. Until you dropped your legs as they shook violently and came around him. Hard. 

It was blissful. Everything was so hot. Your ears burned, and your stomach fluttered as your brain clouded over. 

He didn’t pull out of you though. At least not completely. He pulled back slightly and thrust his hips back against yours. It started steady. Calculated even. With even thrusts and steady pacing. But with every pathetic noise that came out of your mouth, Yunho lost control of himself. He thrust into you over and over. Feeling you tighten around him with every passing second.

You whimpered and whined, begging him to keep going. Holding on for dear life. He was so engrossed with everything that he lost track of where you were. You came two more times, and he didn’t even notice. You hung on to him so tight, muttering not a single coherent word. All that came out of your mouth was the pathetic sounds that drove Yunho absolutely insane. 

He felt himself getting closer and closer with every single movement the both of you made. “Shit, shit, shit, baby.” He groaned in your ear, “Fuck…hold on. I’m so close.” His eyes screwed shut when he felt himself cum. A full load. One that filled you nearly to the brim. 

He pulled out of you and ran a hand through your hair. Pushing it out of your face. Admiring your fucked out expression. He ran his fingers along your jaw. Over your lips. Down your neck. “You're so pretty. You know that right, baby? So fucking beautiful.”

You nodded weakly. Barely comprehending what he said. He massaged your thighs and stomach as he waited for you to fully come back to him. Admiring how you tried to catch your breath.

He knew you were starting to come down from your high when you found his eyes with your own. He smiled down at you, and you couldn’t help but grin back up at him.

“You’re so perfect,” he praised. Kissing your forehead.

You hummed, “So are you.”

Shifting around on the bed, he leaned his back against the headboard, sitting up next to you, and you were quick to rearrange yourself to snuggle up with him. Legs thrown over his lap, with your head rested on his shoulder.

“So…” he began, “How many times did you come?”

“Oh god, I don’t know,” you tried to think back, “Maybe six.”

“Hmm, I think I can do better than that.” You laughed. “Do you think that was your limit?”

You shrugged, “I don’t think I have a limit.”

“Baby, everyone, has a limit. I just have to get you there.”

“Maybe if you let yourself cum more than once we could go even longer.” He scoffed, “I don’t know, angel, you seemed pretty lost in there,” he poked your forehead, “any more and you might be lost to the orgasm gods forever.”

“You’re such a fucking dork.”

Laughing, he kissed the top of your head, “But you love it.”

You smiled. Yeah, yeah you did.

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in your hands | jason todd

Summary: Jason thinks he's too big to be loved. You show him that that's impossible.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings/tags: bathing together, sad jason, brief dissociation, i hc jason to have body dysmorphia and i wanted to explore that, non sexual nudity, washing your partner, bruce angst, hopeful ending.

A/N: as always, if you like this fic, tell me through comments and reblogs :)

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Tonight, Jason comes home far away.

You clock it as soon as he walks in. He’s moving on autopilot: boots by the door, helmet on the shelf, gear in the closet. He washes his hands, hangs up his jacket, and then he stands at the doorway. And waits. 

You’re never quite sure what he’s waiting for. But you know that he’ll stay stuck in his head if you don’t step in. 

“Hey, baby,” you say, cupping his cheeks. “Hey. You wanna eat or clean up first?”

The change is instant. As soon as you touch him, Jason is there. You’ve never mentioned it to him. It frightens you too much to explore, knowing that you’re his tether. You don’t want to think about what that means, having the power to anchor a man who used to be dead.

He looks at you, meets your gaze head-on.

“Did I disappear?” he whispers.

“Little bit. It’s okay.”

You keep stroking his cheeks, avoiding his shaving cuts and the freshly split lip. There’s a bruise around his eye and on his temple. 

“Wanna wash up,” he finally says, but his hands cling to your waist. 

You pet the back of his neck. “Want me to go with you?” 

“Please?” He glances at the kitchen. “But if you’re in the middle ‘f something, then—”

“No, Jay. C’mon.”

You take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom. Jason undresses while you draw a bath. Soon the bathroom starts to fog up with steam. You pour in some Epsom salts for his muscle aches—you know he should soak more than he does. 

You turn off the faucet. Jason is in his boxers, staring at himself in the mirror. He picks at his autopsy scar, presses the puckered white flesh until it turns red. 

“Jay,” you say gently. “C’mere, honey.”

His hands drop to his sides. Jason goes to the bath, pulls off his underwear, and sinks into the water. It’s a generously-sized tub. Jason had gotten his old tub replaced for a larger one after you’d mentioned that you liked baths. Soon enough, you’d introduced him to the wonders of hot baths for his sore muscles. 

Even with its size, Jason still has to bend his knees slightly to fit. He pushes himself up easily. A little water sloshes over and dampens the edge of your shirt. Jason curses.

“Sorry,” he says, shaking his head. 

“It’s okay, honey. You want me to come in?”

He nods. You pull off your shirt, then your pants and underwear. Jason folds in on himself to make room, but you stop him.

“I’ll just sit between your legs, Jay. No problem.”

You step into the bath. Jason holds your wrist so you can sit down without slipping. He stares at his hand on your arm after you’ve sat. 

You reach over for a washcloth and pour a lightly-scented soap. You lather it up first, then rub it over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Jason is perfectly still. 

“Can you lean over, baby? So I can get your back.”

Jason obediently leans over. You smile at him as he holds himself up with his core. You know Jason’s not just strong, that he’s agile too. He’s very good at wielding his body.

You wash his back. This close, you can see the contours of his muscles, how broad he is. 

When you’re done, you wring the soap out of the cloth and cup water in your palms to rinse the suds off of his skin. You catch his gaze in the mirror across the tub. Jason turns his head.

“God, look at me. How are you not afraid every time I come stompin’ around?”

You stop pouring water and rest your hands on Jason’s biceps. “What do you mean?”

He scoffs. “I’m like a huge, fuckin’... monster. Too big, too loud. I’m—” He swallows, bows his head. “How can you look at me?”

“Jay, honey. You’re not a monster.”

“Bruce thinks so,” he whispers, and straightens. “He can barely look at me. Every time he does, ‘s like he doesn’t even recognize me.”

His hand quietly swishes through the water to claw at his autopsy scar. 

“This is all I am. Just violence. ‘M too big for anything else.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and pull his head into your chest. Jason hugs you back. His shoulders begin to shake. 

“You’re more than your body,” you say. “You’re more than what the Pit made you. What you were.”

He shakes and cries into your neck. “I was small. People loved me when I was small.”

You pick up his head. Jason’s eyes are thick with tears. You lean in and kiss his Cupid’s bow.

“I love you.” You brush away his tears with your lips. “I love you so much, Jay. That’ll never change.”

“Too big for it,” he rasps.

You shake your head. “No, Jaybird. You’re never too big to be loved.”

“I’m s-scary.”

You kiss his temple, rub between his shoulder blades. Jason clings tighter.

“You don’t scare me. You never have.”

He pulls you closer, so you’re chest-to-chest. You straddle his stomach with your legs and hug Jason as tightly as you can. 

“I was good when I was small,” he says. “I don’t–I don’t know how to be good anymore. I wanna be good, I do. I don’t want Bruce to think I’m bad. I’m still good.”

You take a deep, shuddering breath. “Oh, Jay. Baby. You are good. You came back to make a change. You’ve always been good. You’ve got a good heart. Nothing’s going to change that. Bruce is stubborn and stuck in his head. But you’ll always be his son. And you’ll always have people who love you.”

“What if I’m not worth it?” he whispers. “What if I’m too lost?”

“Then I’ll go out and find you. And we’ll come home together,” you say. “You’ll always find your way back home.”

He smells like soap and Epsom salts. You kiss his autopsy scar. Jason shakes more. 

“Let me wash your hair, baby,” you say.

He nods, tears on his lashes. You wet his hair and pour shampoo. You rest your lips on his cheek as you lather the shampoo, detangling tiny knots with your fingers. Jason bends at the waist so you can rinse off the soap with the faucet.

You tap his hip and Jason sits up. He slips his arms around you again and tucks his chin into your neck.

“Don’t let go,” he says, suddenly desperate. “Don’t–don’t let me go.”

“I won’t, Jay. I’m right here.”

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[toruro]

to be young and in love

pairing: seungcheol x f reader

tags: smut (18+), loss of virginity, implied corruption kink

a/n: IF YOU SAW THIS ON MY ANIME BLOG NO U DID NOT. it's not my fault cheol and atsumu are the same person

first time with new college boyfriend seungcheol ... you're a little nervous though :[ everyone'd laughed at the idea of two of you at first because why would casanova of the century wanna settle down and do little 'boba dates~' with some random girl who'd always have her head in a silly little book :/ they didn't see the way he looked at you with sparkles in his eyes and added an extra inch to his smile when he sees you ...

they don't see the mess you've got seungcheol in right now ... making out lazily on his lap this sunday afternoon and before you know you're grinding over his clothed cock .,, cheol's lips are all red and swollen because fuck, if you can't get enough of him ... black hair all over the place and eyes hazy as he fights off the urge to cum in his pants when you look at him with a glossy gaze ... "'cheol ... i wanna ... y'know," you breath out, voice low and squeaky 'cause cheol kisses you so well it's like he's sucked out all the air in your lungs.

n seungcheol's grinning ear to ear as your eyebrows furrow cutely—can't fuckin' help the way his cock bulges in his sweats, you're too sweet, asking him all shy and stuff ... drives him fuckin' crazy, yknow? "you wanna what baby? ... wanna fuck?" and cheol coos so gingerly you think you might melt right on the spot ... melt into his palms and let him swallow you whole 'cause before you know it he's strippin' you bare, shoving his pants down—fuck, his cock's so pretty with that angry red tip and pretty pearls of pre ... cheol's a gentleman through and through though, and he fingers you nice and long, fat fingers making you squirm on his lap as he sucks dark hickeys into your neck, your tits ..

n when he finally replaces his fingers for his cock, you're cryin' into his shoulders ... "'s not gonna fit," you sob and cheol can't help himself ... just shushing you gently as you sink down on his fat length, trying not to fuck you into the mattress when he sees your cheeks glossy with tears ... you just look so pretty when you cry. he'll make it up to you by eating you out cleaning you up this cuddled in a nice hot bath later ... for now, watching your teeth caught between your teeth, pretty tits heavin' up and down, seungcheol knows he's just gotta deeper c:

#svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #svt scenarios #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol smut #seungcheol scenarios #scoups x reader #scoups smut #scoups imagines #💌 drabbles

[thehighladywrites]

— “I got you, darling…”

pairing: rhysand x reader

summary: rhys taking care of his girl during her period

warnings: suggestiveness, sweet and perfect rhys

amara’s note: this is for you anon!! i saw your ask and had to make a comfort fic for you💗🫶🏼 i hope u enjoy babes, and feel better!! periods can be a bitch

Agony. Pure, fucking agony.

You felt nauseous and broke out in cold sweats. These fae cycles weren’t a joke at all. While it was nice that they only happened twice a year, it still meant enduring twice a year of writhing in pain.

Downstairs, Rhys was cooking up some simple, gentle food to ease your discomfort and provide nourishment.

He had planned ahead a few days ago, knowing your period was approaching, and made sure everything was set up to make it easier for you.

Rhys quietly climbed the stairs with a simple plate of food in hand. As he entered the bedroom, his heart sank at the sight of you curled up on the bed, tears glistening in your eyes.

Setting the tray down on the bedside table, he crossed the room in quick strides and sat down beside you, gathering you into his arms. “I'm here, love,” he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I've brought you something to eat. It's gentle on your stomach.”

Rhys gently wipes away your tears as you express your gratitude, but you protest that you're too tired to eat. With a soft smile, he reassures you, “I wasn't planning on making you eat it yourself. I'll feed you.”

He tenderly lifts your head and supports it with one hand, while using the other to scoop up a small bite of food. With all the care in the world, he brings the spoon to your lips, offering you nourishment and comfort in this moment of pain.

Rhys takes a cloth and gently pats your forehead, soothing away the sweat. He leans in to press a tender kiss to your cheek, murmuring, “Good girl,” in a soft, reassuring tone.

He handed you a small vial of pain medicine to lessen the intense cramps and stroke your hair.

With each gesture, he shows his love and support, offering comfort during your time of need.

You sheepishly admit about needing to change your underwear due to bleeding through. “I have to change, I’ve bleed through.” you murmur softly.

Without a word, Rhys lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom. There, he has magically prepared a heated bath, and as you sink into the warm water, you let out a groan of pleasure.

“Oh, thank you, baby. This feels amazing.” you whisper gratefully, the soothing heat easing your discomfort and bringing you a moment of relief.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Rhys kneels beside the tub, gently massaging your shoulders, arms, and hands with expert care. As he works, he tenderly washes your hair, his touch gentle and comforting.

After you've soaked in the tub for a while, letting the warm water ease your tense muscles, Rhys helps you stand up and dries your body. Then, he hands you a fresh product, some underwear and shorts and one of his comfortable shirts to wear. With a tender kiss on your cheek, he lays you down on the bed before heading out to grab some vials of almond oil.

When he returns, he sits on the edge of the bed and lifts your legs and thighs onto his lap. He pops open the vial and pours some oil into his palm, heating it up before massaging it into your skin with gentle, soothing movements. Rhys massages your legs, things, lower stomach, using magic to heat up his palms.

“Gods, that feels so good, what did I do to deserve you?”

Rhys chuckles softly before leaning in close. “You deserve every bit of it,” he murmurs, his gaze warm and affectionate. “You’re my everything, and taking care of you is the least I can do for you.”

After the incredible massage, Rhys cleans up and then slips under the sheets beside you. He pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you, and he starts massaging your lower back without even realizing it. It's a simple gesture, but you feel loved and cared for.

He looks down at you, showering your face with kisses until you're giggling.

“Darling, guess what I heard helps with cramps,” he teases.

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he's hinting at. “Thanks, savior, but I think I'd rather suffer. You can definitely 'help' me after my cycle is over.”

“I'm here if you change your mind, just saying,” he replies with a playful grin. “I'll have you feeling wickedly nice in no time.”

“I’m sure you would, handsome.”

He pulls you in closer, cheat rumbling with a chuckle and as you nestle against him, you feel yourself relaxing. The pain starts to ease, and with Rhys by your side, you drift off into a restful sleep, feeling better than before.

#talkswithamara #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar x reader #acotar imagine #rhysand #rhys x you #high lord rhysand #daddy rhys #rhysand acotar #rhys acotar #rhysand a court of thorns and roses #rhys x reader #rhys #big dick daddy dilf rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand x fem reader #rhysand sjm #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x you #rhysand x female reader #anon💕

[rpdepartment]

mundane headcanons

🌅 morning routine

at what time do they generally wake up?

do they tend to wake up early and take their time, or would they rather rush it?

how many alarms do they need to wake up?

are they a morning person?

bathroom first or breakfast first?

do they take a shower to wake up?

coffee, tea, milk or juice?

sweet or savoury breakfast?

what do they like to have for breakfast?

do they prepare their clothes before going to sleep, or do they prefer to improvize?

do they spend a lot of time dressing up, fixing their hair and/or putting on makeup?

🚿 personal hygiene

how often do they take a shower/bath?

shower or bath?

shower/bath in the morning, afternoon or evening?

do they use specific perfumes?

do they prefer their shampoos and soaps plain, or do they like to smell like something specific?

do they have specific shampoos, conditioners and body wash, or do they go with a 3-in-1?

what's their go-to flavor when it comes to toothpaste?

🍕 food breaks

do they have set times for their meals, or do they eat whenever they feel like it?

do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?

are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeouts?

if they eat at work/school, do they take time to prepare even just a sandwich at home before going out?

do they tend to have any make-ahead meals?

do they tend to have leftovers?

how often do they get fast food?

how often do they go to restaurants?

🧹 chores

are they the one doing most chores in the house?

which chore is the one they dread doing the most?

do they wash the dishes right after a meal, or do they leave them in the sink until it's impossible to ignore them?

do they have the dreaded "laundry chair" where they put dirty clothes on?

do they make their bed in the morning, or leave it undone until it's time to sleep?

🚗 transports

do they have a driving license, wether it's for a car or bikes?

do they have any other kind of driving licences ( planes, ships, buses... )

do they own a car?

do they own a bike?

are they the kind of person who think of their car as if it was their baby? perfectly clean, not a scratch, almost overly protective of it?

do they use public transports? if so, do they like using them?

do they like going on trains?

do they like going on boats or ships?

do they like going on airplanes?

📱 phone

what phone do they have?

do they use specific ringtones depending on who calls them, or do they use just one for everyone?

how often do they check their phone?

do they keep their phone's audio volume on, or do they prefer the vibration or? or do they rather have it silenced?

how many apps to they have on their phone, give or take?

do they have games on their phone?

what's their background and lock-screen?

💻 social media

are they registered to any social media?

how often do they log in?

how many followers do they have?

do they follow a lot of people?

how easy is it for them to block someone online?

what do they tend to post online ( art, videos, just starting fights online... )?

did they ever get in an online fight?

do you think they'd have callouts about them?

😴 sleeping routine

at what time do they tend to go to sleep?

do they take anything to help them sleep ( medicines, chamomilles, warm milk... )?

how much does it take for them to fall asleep?

are they a light or a heavy sleeper?

do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?

do they dream often?

what kind of dreams to they tend to have?

do they prefer to be in complete darkness to fall asleep, or are they ok with a bit of light?

do they need the door or the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?

what's their usual sleeping position?

where is their bed? with a side against the wall, in the middle of the room... ?

#headcanon prompts #headcanon prompt #prompts #prompt #rp prompts #ask meme

[soraviie]

being given a hickey.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader  ━ navigation

━ about: fluff, some hints of angst and some suggestive hints

━  pictures taken from Pinterest

━ leave behind a comment and reblog or your every drink will always be at the wrong temperature

NAMJOON | The evening crawls by slowly. The setting of the orange sun bathes the apartment in bright, warm light before it’s inevitably replaced by the overhead lights. You shuffle around in your peace, alternating between cooking and cleaning up the dishes and though there is a vague sound of demo song rolling from Namjoon’s home office, you ignore it at first, having been subjected to much of his releases over the years. However, once the TV show you’ve been passively watching becomes too boring to endure any longer, you paddle towards the closed doors. Namjoon sits slunken back into the chair, wearing a deeply etched frown upon his face. 

You poke a head into his makeshift studio, nose wrinkling at the smell of the stale air. 

“Hey, Namu,” you call out, an unassuming lilt to your voice. “You coming to bed?” 

He turns round, appearing a bit dazed as though he’d forgotten there was anything else outside the studio. You don't entirely put it past him. Namjoon takes a gander at you then at the small window facing the darkened outside, grimacing at the fall of the night. 

“Yeah,” he drags out tiredly. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Alright. I cooked some dinner. The leftovers are in the fridge if you want them.” 

Something about the sentence upsets him as the ends of his mouth draw downward and just a second after his hand beckons to come closer. You do so, slightly confused at the sudden request of proximity. Without saying anything, Namjoon wraps a hand around your lower waist, hoisting you up his lap, chair giving out a pitiful squeak underneath the combined weight. 

“It seems that I have neglected you tonight,” he mutters, voice falling dangerously low. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s alright,” you brush off, trying not to stroke his ego too much. Your heart might still be fluttering as his fingers brush a strand of hair from your face but god help he did not need to get any more complacent. 

“It ain’t,” Namjoon shakes his head grimly. “Come here.” 

He leans in with dead set eyes and you close your own, wholly convinced on receiving a kiss on the mouth but instead you feel his plush lips press up against a point just below your jaw and the subsequent teasing scrape of his teeth. 

Your mouth falls open in a shuddery “oh” and Namjoon takes a deep inhale, smile noticeably curving against your slowly bruising skin. 

He pulls away, letting you — a bit dazed, a bit stupid — off his lap where you come to stand shakily on the carpet.

“Run along,” he chuckles somewhat insidiously, clearly taking some amusement in your befuddled state. You huff, flipping him off in the rising frustration but you both know it’s all without bite. 

YOONGI | “Yoongi—”

“Five more minutes.”

Briefly you think of arguing but sensing how despairingly his fingers dig into your sides, you relent with a heavy sigh on the lips and a complicit turn of the head. 

“Good,” you hear him hum appreciatively, vibrations rolling against the blackened column of your throat.

“What’s with you, old man? Mid life crisis?” you grouse but it is graciously ignored. A hefty scent of whiskey wafts from his greedy mouth as it’s pressed time and time again, teeth and all, against your skin. Figures that the grandpa has to be drunk to wrangle you so shamelessly. You sit perched on his lap, confined there by his arms, having nothing to stare at but each individual detail of the living room’s wallpaper. It’s soullessly grey —you’d whined to him about it needing to be changed. Suddenly a sharp pain flares against the muscle in your neck and you let your discontent be known. 

“Ow! Yoongi!”

Sinking your fingers into his hair, you pull harshly on the dark locks, instantly feeling some resistance. 

“Jus’ a bit more,” he mutters lowly, pulling you closer, impossibly closer, as any second now you swear you’d melt into one another. Finally with a wet pop, he unlatches himself away, wiping the remaining saliva with the sleeve of his jumper. Possessing a slight yet somewhat understandable tremor in the knees, you sit back on his calves, feeling the muscle grow taut underneath. 

“May I go now?” you inquire tiredly, recalling the bowl of batter that was forcefully abandoned on the kitchen counter. Yoongi looks up at you with hooded eyes and reflected in them is the whole mass of everything he felt but found too difficult to say out loud. And yet that just made you love him all the more. He seems to be enthralled by some deep passing thought and after a moment of consideration, there comes a clear answer. 

“No, I shouldn’t think so.”

JIN | At most it was ten minutes. What with the recipe being something so crude as "toss the eggs into a pan" one wouldn’t expect more than that but then again one wouldn’t expect the hump attached to your back. 

“You’re hampering with my breakfast,” you give a low hiss of warning but the sack only tightens his grubby hands around your waist. 

“‘s not that important,” he mutters into the crook of your neck, the motions leaving a wet imprint upon your chin. 

“Not that important,” you scoff. “You’re the one who woke me up saying you were hungry.”

“Not for food.”

You halt for a second. 

“Leave.”

“Always so cold-hearted,” Jin whines, voice falling quite offended as he fondles the flesh underneath his warm palm. “You know how many people would kill to be where you are?” 

“Then let them,” carelessly, you try to fight his grasp, having half the mind to just smack him with the spatula. “I want my fucking breakfast!”

“Me too!”

“Not like that!”

And then you feel it — unmistakable, intrusive — the literal biting sensation of his teeth meeting your neck. Your heart jumps in your throat and you hate the fact that even after all this time he has this much power over you. 

The spatula comes soon after. 

“OW!” in trying to evade the hit, Jin unclamps his jaws from your neck with a bothersome sound. Immediately, your hand darts to the sore spot, wiping off the saliva with perhaps too feigned of a disgust marring your features.

“No eggs for you,” you grumble but from the shit-eating grin lighting up his entire face, it’s not hard to guess that Jin didn’t give much of a shit. 

HOSEOK | Drowsily moving the toothbrush along the inside of your mouth through the haze of sleep you examine the hues of purple alongside your lower neck and shoulders. One particular mark piques your curiosity and after spitting out the toothpaste, you lean towards the mirror, poking a nail at the darkest of bruises, marveling at the dent reminiscent of moon’s sickle. 

“Good morning,” Hoseok’s gravelly voice can be heard in the doorway, before he enters the room, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your head. 

“What was with you yesterday?” you ask, hoping that the literal light of the morning will shed some insight on the proverbial dark. 

“What do you mean?” Hoseok furrows his brow but once you point at the formed bruises, the wrinkles in his forehead smoothes out. 

“Oh right,” you hear him whisper to himself before reaching into one of the closed cabinets. He quirks his head to the closed lid of the toilet and with a sigh, you sit down upon it, shivering slightly in the morning cold.

Hoseok misinterprets this and bids a quick though heartfelt apology.

“No, it’s not what I meant,” you rush to shake your head as Hoseok continues to slather the numbing cream onto your battered skin. “You just…I don’t know seemed somehow different yesterday.” 

His lips purse together in a thin line whilst his gaze traces the dark spots with a thoughtful glare. 

“I was in my head,” he finally admits somewhat sourly. “I was scared, you know, of you…forgetting me.”

“Oh, Hoseok…”

“No, don’t pity me,” he interrupts wearing an expression of hidden grief. “Just…don’t forget me.”

You almost laugh at the ridiculousness of such a plea. Like you ever could. 

“I won’t,” you promise, reaching to wrap your hand around his that was still applying some lotion. He gives a gentle smile hearing it, before letting out a demure chuckle. 

“And I promise to use my words instead of teeth.”

JIMIN | Because you so amicably ignored his first over-exaggerated huff of irritation, Jimin doubles down and after leaning up right next to your ear he takes a deep breath and then exhales with a loud noise of pointed discontent. 

“If you’re going to be annoying, why did you want to come along?” you try to pry him off your shoulder with a shrug of the shoulder but Jimin being Jimin remains one obstinate cuddle bug. 

“I thought you’d be quicker with it,” he whines, casting a damning glare towards the pair of joggers held in your hand as though they were the ones at blame. 

“Well, you’re not exactly of help here,” you remark in a hushed tone as a pair of giggling schoolgirls pass too near. “You just say everything looks good to make me leave quicker.”

“You do look good in everything!” he cries out with a pout chockful with objection and though you shush him, glimpsing nervously around if everyone’s watching too near, his voice drops in volume but not in its offended quality. “Even if it’s not your style,” he continues his point. 

“Ugh, you’re impossible,” you hiss, delivering an elbow to his ribs, eyes already scouring something good in the discount pile of the in-between season sales. Your heart goes out to the workers — it was a battlefield. 

“I’m hungry,” a voice whispers in the shell of your ear, prompting long lines of goosebumps despite you wholly knowing who it was.

“Then go eat.”

“How dare you! We eat together, that's a rule!”

“We’re not kindergarteners! I don’t need to hold your hand as you eat.”

“Speak for yourself,” bitterly, Jimin mutters underneath the breath before he gains a curious idea, one that warps his mouth into a sly smile. 

“Let’s go,” Jimin whines, leaning his full weight against your side. His lips come to nip at the side of your neck and you groan feeling the familiar sting of his impatient pecks. “Let’s go, I’ll buy you something tomorrow.”

“Ease up, Park,” you warn him, fruitlessly trying to shoo him away. The top of his hair itches the sides of your cheeks and you stifle the smile threatening to break out.

“Let’s gooooo.”

“Nooooo.”

He leans back, narrowing his eyes in a stormy expression before leaning in one final time - this one grasping a much larger area of the thin skin of your neck before passing it under his teeth. 

“OW!” you cry out, quickly reaching to cradle the sore spot. Right under the side of your jaw. You swat at him lightly, forming a pout yourself but imperiously, Jimin only turns up his nose, though the arc of his smile betrays him in the end. 

TAEHYUNG | “Your hand is sweaty.”

He immediately pulls away with a demure “sorry” under breath. 

“I didn’t mean “let go”,” you grouse.

Peeking at Taehyung from the corner of the eye — it’s unmistakable. The way his gaze flits from one passerby to the next, the rhythmical gnawing of his jaw — a futile way to expel stress — he was nervous. 

“Why are you worried?” you inquire gently, slowly moving through the bustle of the celebrating crowd. A national holiday — it was vain to hope you could get from point A to point B without much trouble. 

He mumbles something as an answer but it's too incoherent to make out. His eyes move with increasing speed, jumping hurriedly across the moving wall of strangers. 

“Let’s move to the side,” you urge and he complies easily with the pull of your hand, honestly appearing too overwhelmed to propose any sort of argument. You press him against the bricked up wall of the nearby cafe, forming a makeshift shield between him and the crowd at large. No one is paying any attention — the flowing bubbles, calls of the nearby vendors, the straying rays of warming sun — all of it is too much for anyone to cast their gaze to the side. You feel Taehyung’s fingers cautiously brush up against yours as if weighing on the thread between good and bad. You grip them back with ardent fervour and it’s not long before he slumps up against your back, head falling down into the crook of the neck.  

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he mumbles. “I don’t know why so suddenly—”

“Don’t worry,” you hush him, inspecting the crowd for any straying interest though there is none. “Let’s head home and watch something good, alright?”

“I’m sorry,” he mutters miserably, his breath tickling along the side of your ear. “I ruined a good day.”

“It’s still a good day,” you correct him, patting the arm that by now has moved on to tightly gripping your waist. “Don’t worry about it.”

Still he lays an apologetic kiss to your nape and seconds after you feel a somewhat shy nip along your throat — it was a comforting tactic for him and recognizing it, you crane your head to allow more access. If anyone does notice you two lingering in the corner, the sight is too intimate to stare. Once the swarming crowd thins out of the main street, disappearing down the more picturesque river, you scrape gently down Taehyung’s scalp, rousing him from whatever zone of comfort he’d sunken into. The side of your neck aches from the force of his bites but you don’t remark upon it. Blearily, Taehyung blinks down at you, a relieved sigh tumbling from his lips as he looks out and sees the street empty.

“Let’s go home,” you urge him softly.   

JUNGKOOK | “Does it hurt?” he wonders, letting an inquisitive finger poke at the blossoming bruise. The flesh pales only to regain its full dark glory once the pressure grows lax. 

“A little,” you admit quietly, hearing just the end of a vague hum in reply. “Do you feel guilty over it?”��

Jungkook cocks his head to the side, admiring his “work” as his gaze drags ever so slowly upon each individual proof of his love. Or so he called them. 

“Not really.”

He gives a shameless smile and dives in once more. Even now your breath stutters when feeling the scrape of his front teeth against the sore flesh. Inescapably, he meets the seam of your shirt and with a displeased growl, he yanks it away, leaving you practically bare chested. 

You stare hazily into the ceiling of his apartment, listening with the ends of your ears to the soft music swirling the warm air. Jungkook’s curls itch at your nose which is a telltale sign —

“No, don’t,” you protest, giving his bicep a weak squeeze. “I’m tired of wearing turtlenecks.” 

Somewhere underneath the mop of unkempt hair there comes a disagreeing hum but resentfully he abides to your wishes, travelling lower and lower, the curve of his nose tip brushing against your collarbone. The last bite is particularly harsh, reminding either you or himself of who's whose. It is a fleeting moment of possession, one necessary to upkeep the balance thus you don’t mind it so. After a good chunk of an hour, Jungkook finally disconnects, leaning back into the cramped sofa with a grin of pure victory. It is however quickly wiped away as Bam decided to make two into three, propelling all of his adult Doberman weight on top of Jungkook's back.

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#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #jin x reader #jin x you #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #jimin x reader #jimin x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #bts reaction #bts scenario #bts angst #bts fluff

[abbyscherry]

i love farm ellie a little too much. i want to cook her all the meals she hasn’t got time to make. i need to clean up the house while she spends all her time tending to the animals and working on the garden. need to run her a bath every single day, run my fingers through her soft Auburn hair, and wash it for her. i need to be a good little housewife and make sure she always has a glass of water or lemonade ready for when she needs it. i need to wipe off all the sweat that trickles down her temples and her neck. with absolute need, i need to gawk at the way her muscles flex and glisten with sweat when she moves around.

i need the roles reversed for a second. instead of her doing everything, i need to be the one who wraps her up in a tight hug after a long day. the same when it comes to making sure she’s relaxed on the couch after eating a good meal. i need to cuddle her, give her all my attention, all my love and affection until she’s practically sinking into the hug and sleeping like an angel.

she’s just a baby who needs a gentle yet comforting hug and the most softest cheek kiss known to man kind. please just one chance, i will be your housewife, i’ll do everything and anything for you my queen.

in conclusion to this ramble, farm ellie is my favourite ellie.

#yes #i think that’s all #ellie williams #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you

[baby-dr1ver]

Idk bout y’all but I’ve been waiting for the temperature play one w Charles

here's how it would go:

a blistering day in monaco, like to hot to wear clothes. you and charles were lounging in your bathing suits in his penthouse. you wished to be in the water, pool or ocean, but you didn't have the energy to move from the air conditioning pr the floor.

"bebe, do you want lunch?" you groaned and turned your head towards him. "everything sounds hot right now, and moving uses energy which makes me even more hot than I already am." he rolled his eyes at your dramatics. he kept looking in the fridge to see if there was anything he could just hand you, to save him the same lecture he's been getting.

"how about a popsicle?" charles asked as he shut the fridge door and looked at you. you thought for a second, weighing the ups and downs before nodding your head. he sighed with relief and grabbed a purple one for himself and a red one for you. he stood over you, and dropped the frozen treat right on your tummy. this caused goosebumps to arise on your skin, and your nipples hardening.

charles eyes caught this change and zoned in. he kneeled next to you as you gave him a curious look. "cha? has the heat gotten to you?" you giggle and poked at his abs. he tensed for a second before pulling your hand away and planting it next to your head. "if I have to hear about how hot it is one more time."

you could tell by the look in his eyes, there was more going on than just your complaining. "you'll what? what cha? tell me." instead of replying, he ripped open his popsicle and took a bite out of it before holding it up to your lips. he slid it around your lips, letting juices spill and your lips get cold. he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss you, using his tongue to clean you up. his free hand undid your top and let it fall to the ground next to you. charles pulled away and trailed the popsicle down your chest.

you shivered at the mess he was leaving. his tongue followed everywhere the popsicle went, over the swell of your breast, right between. he guided the treat over your already hard nipples and you moaned at the sensation. "charles-"

"no, quiet amor." he snapped and you quickly listened. as he moved onto the other nipple, his mouth came down on the sticky one - sucking, licking, biting. he tapped the popsicle against the neglected nipple before dragging it down your tummy. one of your hands made it's way into his hair, while the other came over your mouth. trying to conceal the sounds escaping.

between the coldness of the popsicle, and charles mouth, you hadn't realized he snuck your bottoms off. he slid the frozen stickiness along the inside if your thigh, up around your hips, and rested on your navel. charles pulled away from your body and looked down at your bare pussy. he used two fingers to collect some of the juices that fell on your hip and held them up to your mouth. you obediently opened your mouth and took them without a thought.

"mi amor, so pretty like this. mouth occupied, and quivering to be touched." you moaned around his fingers in agreement. he took his hand away and brought it down to your tummy, to keep you still. he brought the sweet treat down to your-

"woah hey!" he paused. "...what?"

"baby as much as I love where your going with this, that is not going in me." he frowned and looked at the popsicle before popping it in his mouth, and then into the sink. you were breathing hard, trying to get your bearings, as he trailed his fingers where juices lay.

"I'll get the ice?" charles asked and you smiled.

"yeah go get the ice."

#formula one #formula one imagine #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc imagine

[am-i-interrupting]

I absolutely love ur work and have an idea that u can use if u want to!!! It's about how Alastor, Lucifer, Rosie, Velvette, Vox, (maybe Carmilla if u want to), and whichever characters u would prefer would react to a fem or gn (whichever u prefer) reader who is has cat-like features and is in heat. tysm!!!!! 💖💖💖💖

Alastor

Well, aren’t you just precious?

He will tease you.

Expect to be let, between the ears, on the ears, your chin, your spine, your tail.

He will be tugging on your tail.

He’s either touching you and doesn’t let you touch him back or you’re allowed to touch him and he won’t touch you.

He loves to watch rut against his thigh or better his boot, mewling with your tail curled around his hand.

When you’re obviously in pain though, he will bring out his shadows and fuck you with them.

Expect degradation.

“So desperate, aren’t you, kitten? And I’m the only one who can satisfy you—“ cue laugh track— “how pathetic.”

Husk

Be prepared to be held down and marked.

Whichever one of you starts the breeding first will quickly cause the other to as well.

He has to mark what’s his.

Just pushes you against the wall randomly one day and rubs his cheek against yours.

That’s your cue to take things somewhere much more private.

That first orgasm happens before the clothes are even off. He just can’t keep his paws off you.

Mating press (obviously)

His arms beneath your legs, holding your hands in his, his wings surrounding you to prevent anyone else from seeing you in your locked, empty room.

Afterwards, locked together, he’s just rubbing his face all over you. His hands go to the base of your tail and he’s just petting there.

Lucifer

You’re gonna have to give this man a warning beforehand or he’s going to be absolutely overwhelmed.

“Shhhh, shhh, baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

Oral King!

When his dick is not recovering, he is giving you oral.

Just licking, lapping, and sucking like the kitten you are.

Constant petting and reassurance.

If you mention anything about kids, he is going to come immediately.

Sorry, did you. . . did you not expect it to end so fast? That’s your fault.

Rosie

Let this woman peg someone!

Strap on! Put her in a strap on! She’d be so hot.

She’d take such good care of you.

Constant pets, a bit of tail pulling, just worshiping you.

“You’re doing so good, kitten. We’re gonna make such pretty babes.”

Let’s you scent mark her.

She might direct you to her breasts.

If you suck on them, she’s shiver and praise you, petting between your ears the entire time.

Vaggie

She would have done research beforehand.

Your not just scent marking her, she’s doing it back to the best of her abilities.

Whether she’s sinking down on or rocking into you, she’s got her hand on your ears or tail.

If your tail curls around her wrist, she’s gently holding it the entire time.

She’s just whispering sweet nothings to you.

Whatever you need to hear, she’s saying it.

At the end of it all, expect her to clean you up.

A bath where you just lay on her. Her drying and brushing your fur.

You can lean on her as much as you want, she’ll be there to support you.

Velvette

Absolutely thrilled by how needy for her you are.

She might not let you scent mark her depending on how demanding you are. You have to earn the right to claim her.

She’s pulling on your tail, hard. It kind of hurts.

She’s teasing you relentlessly, both physically and mentally.

Barely there touches.

“Aw, you came just from that? How fucking pathetic is that? I didn’t really touch you.”

Vox

Recording this as blackmail for later.

Well, not blackmail more so, proof that he can dom you so well.

Your fur might be just a little bit singed at the end of it. Just like a tiny bit.

He’s electric, what can he say?

He is petting you and praising you.

A constant hand moving through your fur.

He’s not letting you out of his reach.

He’ll sit back and let you scent mark him as much as you want.

He’s putting his hand over and stroking your scent glands so carefully.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you just what you need.”

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[charlesslut16]

-morning routine-

summary : when charles sees you doing your bathroom routine, he wants to join...

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : translated french, badly written

TAGS : tagging you both because you made me publish this fic @mrshavertz and @sophihavertz

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The sunshine peeked through the curtains as charles woke, the warmth indulging him, making the driver want to lay in bed all day. He rolls over, "bonjour-" the bed was cold and empty.

Charles could hear the humming of you singing to the song on your phone, the bathroom door slightly open, so that he could see you there. "What are doing up already, ma cherie?" he calls out to you, pulling himself out of bed.

You couldn't hear him over the music you had playing, as you did your makeup.

Leaning forward over the bathroom sink gentle strokes with your wet towel before you continue your routine, your eyes finding the eyes of charles, your boyfriend of 3 years, in the mirror as he comes in the bathroom, a smile on his face. "Hi baby," you smile at him, continuing to wash your face.

"good morning," Charles wraps both of his arms around your waist, his large hands lay across your stomach and your own free hand comes down to rest on his.

The two of you look at each other in the mirror with love in both of your eyes. His large hands covering your lower stomach with his head on your shoulder. 

"Combien de temps avons-nous avant de devoir être à l’anniversaire de Lorenzo?" He asks you, giving you a kiss on your shoulder and standing up straight again. How much time do we have before we have to be at Lorenzo's birthday?

"Je pense que nous avons encore 2 heures. Arthur prend toujours son temps et est en retard la plupart du temps." You say to him, going back to your morning routine. .I think we still have 2 hours. Arthur always takes his time and is late most of the time.

"You think I can join you, doing your bathroom routine?" 

"If you keep standing there, absolutely no."

Charles smiles, peeking your cheek and siting behind you on the bath tub, waiting for your instructions. Firstly, you give him a wet towel to wash his face. 

In the meantime, you put your cleanser on. Charles puts the wet towel on his side, and you come to him and put cleanser on him. Then both of you put your serum on and your face oil. As it seems, charles loves both of them. After that, you moister your and his face.

Then you give him a kiss on his lips and tell him you're finished. He pouts, but you give him a kiss again and he smiles. You go back to your place in front of the bathroom sink and as you want to go there, charles stops you. 

You look at him confused, as he goes out of the bathroom to come back with a stool. He puts the stool in front of the bathroom sink, sits down, and signals you to sit on his lap to continue your morning routine.

You do not hesitate and sit down on his lap. His hands sprawled across your stomach and his head laying in your neck. Throughout you're doing your makeup, he gives you some kisses on your neck. 

While you were doing your makeup, charles asked you what you put on your face, how you use it and why you use it. You couldn't stop smiling as charles cutely asked you the questions. 

As you finished your makeup, you looked up in the mirror seeing charles looking at his phone with his free hand, as his other was now holding you sit steady on his lap. 

You tap charles tight, to signal him that you were finished. As charles looked up and saw that you were finished, he let go of you, so you could stand up. While charles when to put the chair away, you cleaned the bathroom sink from all your makeup utensils. After that, you went in your shared bedroom to pick out what you wanted to wear.

3 minutes went by and charles came back to find you looking through your shared closet to chose your clothes for Lorenzo's birthday party. You had 1 and a half hours until you needed to be at the restaurant.

"As-tu besoin d’aide, mon amour?", asked charles and went up to you to sling his arms around your waist. Do you need help, my love?

"Oui, je ne sais pas quoi porter", you say and with a loud sigh. Charles looks at you with a smile and steps away from you so he could help you find clothes to wear. yes, i don't know what to wear.

Some minutes later, he is finished with looking through your clothes and has decided that you should wear jeans with a white blouse and his jacket, wich makes you smile like a child.

He gives you the clothes and goes to look what he should wear. In the meantime, you go in the bathroom and put your clothes on. When you're finished, you go back to your shared bedroom to find charles putting on his rings. You go up behind him, give him a kiss on his cheek, and put your own jewelry on.

After that you sit on the bed and put your shoes on, until charles asks, "Alors, c’est votre routine matinale?" You nod and ang go pack on tying your shoes. As you see a shadow before you, you look and see charles standing there with a smile on his face. So this is your morning routine?

"Oui, tu ne le vois pas parce que tu es toujours éveillé devant moi.", you say and stand up to give him a kiss on his cheek. Yes, you don't see it because you are always awake before me.

He smiles back at me again, puts your hand in his and walks with you out of the bedroom and out of the house to his car. 

So, to say this, today was a great day and a even better morning.

#charles leclerc #formula one #f1 #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc f1 #charles leclerc ferrari #f1 fluff #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc drabble

[hyuniyz]

JUST YOU ⭒

pairing. lee minho x f!reader

genre. comfort | making out towards the end.

words. 2.3k

notes 📝 minho’s love language is definitely spending quality time together or / acts of services because this man LOVES to give. so here’s minho just comforting reader after she’s had a bad day 🙏 loads !! of kisses because i just started projecting my own needs near the end..

summary — after a tiring day, all you need is your boyfriend and the comfort he provides.

you close the door behind you with a little more force then necessary. the warm lightning and the soft aroma that you associate with your home is enough to relax you, but it does nothing to erase the terrible encounters of today from your mind.

you walk into your living room grumbly. spotting soonie lounging around on your couch, you move to lay beside the furball. the feline–most likely sensing your sour mood– immediately curls up on your chest and you bask in the comfort the cat provides.

in the kitchen, minho is just finishing up cleaning the cat’s food bowls when he hears the thud of the door, the sound alerting him that you are home. but a furrow of confusion settles in between his eyebrows when he doesn’t hear your usual ‘honey, i’m home !’ which he’s teased you for being too cheesy but the absence of the cheesy statement now is way too alarming.

he abandons his task and chooses to walk over to the living room where he finds you laying on the couch with soonie purring loudly on top of you. he smiles at the adorable sight of his cat being so soft towards you.

“hi baby,” minho uses his softest voice as he walks towards your slumped form.

you immediately perk up at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice. the voice you had been longing to hear the entire day. too tired to lift your head up to greet him you mutter a small “hello,” you watch silently as minho sits at the other end of the couch and pulls your legs to rest on his thighs instead.

“bad day today?” he senses your mood and decides to trek around the topic lightly, not wanting to tip you over the edge. you’re about to respond but instead a groan rumbles through your chest when minho begins massaging your legs. he smiles and continues working with his hands.

you want to ask him how he knows but of course he knows. he knows you far better then you think and so when he suggests a warm bath, you almost start crying right there because a bath is exactly what you need. you respond to him with a hum and with that minho rubs your thighs before getting up, you assume to set up the bath for you.

before making his way to the bathroom however minho wanders around the apartment and manages to locate his two other cats which he drops off beside you on the couch. the two cats also curling up on either of your side.

he leans down until he’s at level with soonie who’s comfortable on your chest. “take care of her for a while okay?” he instructs as if soonie is actually gonna converse with him. soonie –who lifts his head slightly– meows at him as if agreeing with him. which seems to satisfy minho because he grins before nuzzling his nose against soonie’s and then he turns to you.

you were watching their little encounter with a fond smile that stretches further when minho leans down again to repeat the action with you, bumping your noses together as his lips descend upon yours. he keeps it short and sweet, letting his lips linger against yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“rest while i work on the bath, hmm?”

you hum as a reply and peck his lips again, “i love you”

you feel him grin against your lips “love you too”

then he’s gone, and you nuzzle against the cats whose warmth makes up for his absence.

“oh heavenly lord above” you groan out as the warm water engulfs you. minho, who stands by the sink gathering the stuff necessary for your bath snorts at your choice of words.

“i did this you brat, thank me” he pouts but you know it’s all lighthearted when he walks over to drop a kiss on your forehead.

“how could i ever repay this favour babe?” you ask exaggeratedly, looking up at him as he pretends to ponder.

“i mean.. cuddles would be a good start” he raises his shoulders in a shrug, acting nonchalant.

you laugh tugging at the hem of his shirt so he’s forced to bend over until his face is just above yours, with your lips only inches away.

“is that all?”

“hm” he whispers, closing the distance between your lips. “kisses could work too i guess”

his lips come down on yours before he even finishes the sentence and then he’s kissing you slowly and the small dip in your stomach that follows after all his kisses is there.

it’s like he’s working to remove the stress of the day from you which seems to be going well judging by the fact your shoulders now carry less of the tension compared to the rest of your day. he’s quite literally your knight in shining armour.

the thought makes you giggle against his lips which in turn pulls a smile from him and then you’re both smiling like lovesick fools with your lips still brushing over the other’s. he’s the one that pulls back, to run his fingers through your hair.

“lean forward for me baby”

you oblige, watching as he makes quick work of getting rid of his clothes and then he’s joining you in the bath.

once he’s settled down, he manoeuvres you until your back is flush against his chest. with his arms coming around your shoulders, he pulls you closer in to his embrace and you slump against him when he starts peppering kisses on your bare shoulder.

“wanna talk about your day?” he whispers against your skin, feeling like this is a good time to approach the subject carefully. he doesn’t want you to carry the burden of whatever it is, all alone.

the sigh you let out rings out in the quiet bathroom as you lean your head against his shoulder, wondering where to start.

“really, i don’t know where it all went wrong. I was actually having a really good day but then kevin called me into his office and basically just started criticising all of my work this week - which i’ve spent hours doing mind you. but that didn’t matter to him it seemed as he kept shouting at me for what felt like hours. and you know how i hate people shouting at me, it makes me feel so small and i just– ugghm” you grumble out, recounting the events that had occurred at the beginning of your day. you think this was the point where your day took a turn for the worst. and then everything went downhill from there.

through the entirety of your rant, minho listens quietly. he listens and watches as your body slowly loses the tension with every word you utter, showing him just how much you needed to let all that out. when you let out a sigh and slump further into him, he thinks its probably the best time to give his thoughts.

“well Kevins are always raging cunts aren’t they?”

you huff out a laugh, impressed by his ability to always speak his mind.

“i’m serious though” he threads his fingers in your hair and tugs lightly until you can meet his eyes. “i’ve seen him. he’s a middle aged man with a receding hairline and a beer belly, so i don’t think you should take his comments to heart babe”

“haven’t heard better inspiring words than this”

“of course, i’m the william shakespeare of our generation.” he scoffs.

“hmm, just shed a tear. no need to get so political babe” you tease wriggling your eyebrows at him.

he kisses his teeth at your teasing. fingers trailing down your body until they stop at your waist, where he immediately digs his fingers in the curve of your waist causing you to cry out. his fingers don’t let up until your gasping and squirming against him, laughing and pushing his wrists away.

he lets up his tickling in favour of slinging his arms around your front and pulling your back to his chest from where you’ve slipped down in your haste to escape his tickles. you decide to manoeuvre around, turning to face him instead.

“hi” you whisper when you’re finally facing him. situating yourself in his lap now, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to get closer to him.

he pulls a face when you lean down to press a peck on his lips. but he drops the act soon and then he’s chasing your lips again so that he can properly kiss you. threading his fingers through your hair so that he can get better access. he goes in again, claiming your lips with intensity.

you use your grip on his shoulders as leverage to pull yourself higher up his body, until you’re leaning down over him and he has to tilt his head back to allow your lips to be connected. the hand on his shoulder slips and descends down so that your nails can scratch against his chest which pulls a groan from him.

the sound from him seems to ignite your body, it spurs you on. so your hand stays at his chest clawing and grabbing while the other unoccupied hand goes to hold the back of his neck to pull him closer to you so that you can gain some control over the mind numbing kiss. in the midst of it all, it seems like your hips have a mind of their own since they grind down against him subconsciously. it doesn’t seem like he minds either with the appreciative hum he lets out against your lips.

it’s only when you mewl in his mouth that he rips his lips away from you. it’s like he gains his conscious back as his hands reach up to hold your hips in a vice grip to stop them from rolling down again and getting him more worked up.

you come back slowly too, taking in slow breaths to try and calm down your skyrocketing heartbeat. your lips are tingling profusely and you have no doubt that minho’s are the same when he reaches up to feather his fingertips over his lips. the sight of his lips, bruised from your relentless sucking, tempt you to have another taste of him.

you’re both gaining your bearings slowly, recovering from the intense moment that rid you of your breath. it’s silent in the room, safe for your low breathing when minho speaks out. his voice, now a few octaves deeper spreading tingles throughout your body.

“if we don’t get out right this instance, i don’t think i could stop and i don’t really fancy getting hot and heavy in this uncomfortable tub.” his admission hangs in the air between your heavy gazes and lewd breathing, until you both scramble out. ready to finish it into the bedroom.

the soft pattering of water from the bathroom sink tells you that minho is nearly done with his excessive skincare routine, and that he’s going to join you soon enough.

you’re still reeling over the fact that he had so easily navigated through your bad day so that it became somewhat bearable, all by doing the bare minimum. you don’t know when you had gotten so dependent on him but you’re not complaining.

you’re smiling over his antics when the man in question walks out, skin glistening from different products and you’re envious of the way his skin seems to shine under the striking light of your bedroom.

he catches you smiling and mirrors your expression as he climbs onto the bed to hover over you. “what are you smiling ‘bout huh?”

you shake your head lightly, coy smile playing at your lips when you arch off the bed to close the distance between your lips for the umpteenth time tonight.

he meets you halfway, snaking a arm behind your back to pull you flush against his chest so you don’t fall back on the bed.

your lips stay interlocked for a while, never really getting enough but eventually you’re broken apart when a chuckle escapes your lips due to minho’s hair that is so long now that it hangs around the two of you as curtains, tips of his hairs tickling your skin lightly.

he smiles at your laughter and you take your time to look at him. you think he’s the prettiest like this. when the worries of the day are stripped away from him and he’s left all tired and relaxed.

he rolls from on top of you in favour of settling down on his side of the bed, where he immediately pulls you into his side.

“you better now?” he whispers after a few moments of silence, deciding to take a gentler approach to figure out if you’re still upset.

“hm yeah, i’m better now” you smile up at him, grateful for his efforts to improve your mood. you understand that sometimes he doesn’t know what to say or how to act when you’re in one of your moods, but you acknowledge that this is the best he can do, and you’re thankful for him. “i love you baby, thank you” you lean up to leave a final peck on his lips, before settling back down into his side and snuggling impossibly close to him.

he chuckles at your cuddly state, reaching over to switch off the lamp so that you both can finally turn in for the day. he asks one last thing to reassure himself that you’re truly okay and relaxed now– recovered from whatever it is that your boss put you through.

“need anything else darling?” he asks while wrapping his arm around you securely and pulling your leg over his own, getting you even closer than before.

“just you”

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[greycaelum]

Indulgence Collections 🪷: Touch

Satoru has been sporting his hair longer than usual. He's been so busy he never got the time to drop off his barber shop and get his trim.

"What'cha doing pretty?" Satoru hums from the bathroom sink while he shaved his day-old stubbles, keeping his face flawless. He's wearing a cotton short while unbothered going topless displaying his well-defined muscles.

"Nothing much wanna try something after you're done." You held a small bag and plopped down the couch of your bedroom to wait for your beau.

You heard the running water and him rummaging through the cabinets. He finally emerged from the bathroom with a black shirt on that hangs loosely on his body but didn't hide his damn enticing collarbone.

"What did you wanna do?" Satoru climbs onto the bed but you stop him and you open the bag.

"I got you~ this! ta-dah!" You excitedly presented him with a razor you found while strolling around the shopping district.

Satoru took a few human seconds to understand the meaning behind your words.

"Oh?" A wide grin appears on his lips and takes the razor from your hands. "Are you gonna be my personal barber now?"

You shrug and go to the bathroom to spread out some newspaper on the floor and a chair from your dresser for him to sit on.

"You've been complaining about your hair lately, but you don't go to your barber anyway. So you'll have to make do with me."

Satoru leaned on the doorframe and chuckled as you prepared your make-do salon in the bathroom. True, his nape has been itchy with the amount of thick hair brushing his skin when he removes his blindfold. He doesn't know where you got the guts to try this stuff with him moreover he knows you've never done this before. But he didn't stop you when you pulled him to sit on the stool and put a towel around him.

"Woah, woah, don't start with the razor, Baby." Satoru held your wrist and gave you the scissors you got with the razor. "You have to section my hair first. Like this..." He shows you where his undercut starts. "You cut it like, vertically, okay?"

"O-Okay." You nodded and remembered how his barber did it when you went together to get his haircut. "Like this, right? Is it too short?"

Satoru watches your eyes so focused on his hair that it's too cute to look away from the mirror. 

"Cut a little longer... Yeah just like that." Satoru chuckled when you almost cut a thick chunk of his hair and your face went pale. "Awww, you have no reward if I come out bald, Baby."

"Shut up, I'm trying my best here." You huffed and finally finished trimming down his hair. "It looks good?" You look in the mirror and can't help but laugh at how he looks like the teenager he was in 2006 it's just that his jaws are now more pronounced and a screaming masculinity exudes from his large build.

"Mnnn, go get the razor Baby, you do it like this..." Satoru shows you how to shade his side cut and gives you the razor. You look so obedient as he teaches you how to do it that he can't help but pinch your nose making you yelp.

"I should just follow the hairline, right?"

"Kind of, you start here then curve it here." Satoru directs your hands while you mimic his hand gestures before nodding. "Scared?"

You shook your head and held the razor. Slowly you shaved the excess hair from his hairline, the artic locks were soft against your hand as they fell down leaving a clean line on his nape. It feels ticklish as you shave the back of his neck making that undercut you love so much more defined now. There's just something about Satoru's undercut that makes it so irresistible to your touch. A few more runs of the razor and you're finished. Brushing off the hair from his neck you stared at his clean undercut intently.

Satoru looked at the mirror and whistled.

"At this rate, I'm never going to my barber again." Satoru ran his finger through his hair, feeling it a lot lighter as he ruffled it to a mess.

Without warning he swept you off your feet and threw you over his shoulder, trudging our of the bathroom to the bedroom.

"Satoru!"

He throws you on the bed and climbs over you, peppering you with ticklish kisses all over your face while you try to shield yourself from the onslaught. Instinctively your hands wrap around his neck making contact with his fresh undercut, tickling your palm. Satoru groaned in pleasure when you ran your fingers up to his neck and down to his spine.

"That feels so good, Baby." He purred, drowning you in his weight with his face pressed between your chest. "Do it again, pleaseee~" He mumbled and wrapped an arm around your waist. "My head feels so light."

He didn't have to tell you twice as you ran your hand over and over until his breathing gradually slowed down.

"Y'know... 'm glad you cut my hair." Satoru opened one eye and looked up at you.

"Why?" You hummed and kissed the tip of his nose making Satoru purr.

 "I feel safe when it's you holding my head."

Your eyes softened and nodded. You understand how vulnerable he is regarding his neck up to his head.

"Don't worry that pretty little head of yours and sleep. We got the whole day for ourselves."

Satoru smiles and nuzzles his face even deeper into the valley of your chest and sighs in relief as your fingers thread through his hair, lulling him to a peaceful slumber. The sweet gentle way you tug on the roots of his hair and the scrape of your fingernails against his scalp is the kind of friction his body longs to feel all the time.

"Never let me go, Baby, please..." He murmured between his dreams and your touch.

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[lemonlover1110]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

Pairing: Suguru Getou x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie

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“Suguru, are you okay?” You ask your husband, who quietly eats his dinner. The man usually leads a conversation and won’t shut up, which is something you’re glad about because you never find yourself bored while you’re with him. But tonight, he quietly chews on his food tonight, not even making an attempt to speak.

“Yeah…” He answers but that isn’t convincing for you. His voice tells you otherwise. You continue eating your food, thinking of what could possibly be wrong. Maybe he had a long day at work… But he’d make sure to tell you about it. 

You continue eating, the thought of Suguru being mad at you for whatever reason in the back of your mind. You think of ways to make it up to him, although you’ve done nothing wrong. 

When you finish eating, you both stand up and begin cleaning. It’s something you’ve always done together, since the beginning of your relationship and luckily it carried on to your marriage.

“I got it, honey. You can go take a bath and relax.” You tell him, and he raises his eyebrow before putting his arm up, smelling his armpit to check if he smells. But he doesn’t, on the contrary, he smells really good. 

“What’s up?” He questions when you should be the one asking him that. And then he realizes why you’re telling him that. He bites the inside of his cheek as he debates on telling you what’s bothering him.

“Are you tired? Or did I do something?” You respond, and the man sighs.

“I have something to tell you, sweetheart.” He begins. You put the plate that you’re holding down, before looking straight at him. He grabs your hand and begins to play with your fingers. He traces over them, feeling how soft they are. You patiently wait for him to speak again, your heart sinking. You’re thinking of the worst– An affair. No, Suguru has given you absolutely no reason to doubt him.

“What is it, Suguru?” You ask as you feel him playing with your wedding band.

“I want to try for a baby…” He confesses, and it lifts so much weight from your shoulders. You can’t help but smile at him, not exactly because of his words, but because now you know it’s not something that you did wrong. “You want to start trying for a baby?”

You slightly nod. “I do.”

That very same night, he fucked you senseless, but the man doubted one time would be enough. Every single night. Every single night for two weeks, he’s fucked you senseless.

He starts off slow. He kisses all over your body. He worships your body. Especially when he’s bottoming out. “Oh- You’re so beautiful now, and you’re going to look even more beautiful while pregnant with my baby.”

He looks down at you, so much lust in his eyes. You look so pretty while underneath him, taking all of his cock. Your legs on top of his shoulders. He can reach so deep while in this position, it has become his favorite in the past two weeks.

“So fucking tight, even after fucking you every night-” He hisses. The man just adores the feeling of your cunt and how it wraps around him. He’s beyond lucky to get this every night. The man starts to speed up, the sound of his skin slapping against yours intensifying.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. His cock hits all the right spots- and he’s always known your body well but he’s gotten to know it more the past two weeks. He somehow managed to learn some things about your body that you yourself didn’t know.

The tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He smirks as he looks down at you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your mouth parted. You look beyond beautiful, he can’t wait till you’re filled up with his cum.

“Gonna look so pretty carrying my baby.” His voice is deep while his hand goes to your breasts. He begins to pinch your nipple. “Your tits are going to be filled with milk. You gonna let me have some, right?”

“Oh, Suguru!” You moan. It’s the only thing you say at night. The neighbors can hear how your husband fucks a baby into you, and he couldn’t be happier. And that won’t be the only proof that you’re his and only his- The baby that you’ll carry will also show them all that you belong to him.

“So good, Suguru-” Your voice is so loud. You’re already squeezing around him, and his other hand 

“You gonna make me a daddy?” He asks. There’s no response as you bite your bottom lip, a moment of realization that you’re being so loud. He stops playing with your clit and slaps your thigh. He repeats his question.

“Yes! I’ll make you a daddy!” You yell back. Suguru’s thrusts speed up, and his hand goes to play with your clit. He chuckles, loving the way you’re moaning senselessly around his cock. You’re creaming around his cock, and he loves it. 

He’s always loved sex with you, but now more than ever. Your pussy feels somehow ten times better now that he’s fucking you with the intention of getting you pregnant.

“Can’t wait to see you all big and round with my baby. Gonna fuck you everyday.” He says. “Gonna give you every last drop of my cum, and you’re going to be such a good wife and give me lots of babies, right?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You chant. You hear him moan, which indicates he’s near his release. He always manages to keep moaning under control, but when he’s near his climax he always gets so vocal. 

“Gonna knock you up. You’re going to look so beautiful.” He’s groaning. You’re squeezing around him and he feels so good. He has to close his eyes as he stumbles over his words, “You’re going to be all swollen while pregnant with my baby.”

It’s so repetitive, but it always gets you so aroused. You have to close your eyes, your back arching while you get louder and louder. Your legs shake as you come around his cock. The man bites his bottom lip, trying not to come so soon.

“Fuck-” He mutters. He throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he releases his seed inside you. Your cunt milks him for every drop of his cum, and it feels like so much. Because it is a lot. Suguru always comes so much and his cum is always so thick.

He pulls out his cock and takes your legs off his shoulders. The man catches his breath for a couple of seconds before he begins to kiss your lower abdomen. He kisses all over your stomach, his eyes looking up at your fucked out face.

“That for sure was it. You’re definitely pregnant.”

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[ivystoryweaver]

Hi :) if no one has ask, what about 7?

7. Do the Moon Boys take morning showers or night showers? Or baths?

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These baby boys....

~nsfw below the cut (hello it's bath time) hand job, Marc is needy, whimpering is involved | 1168 words | not beta'd

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Marc was in the military and lived on the go (and then on the run) for years. He's < 5 min. showers, in and out, done. This can be morning or night, depending on what is needed, depending on who else is fronting.

The other two aren't far behind him.

Steven's apartment doesn't have a bathtub. Steven loses track of time constantly anyway. So Marc makes sure they're all clean and tidy. (Marc is the neat one after all).

Marc is unaware of Jake, just as Steven is unaware of them both.

So they each simply take the showers needed.

Then they meet you.

The first time you draw a bath for Marc, he doesn't know what to say. You go all out with bath salts and bubbles and luxurious oil. Candles are lit and soft music fills the bathroom, floating out tauntingly into the night, beckoning him back home to you.

"What is all this?" He skeptically questions, having practically tumbled back in through the balcony doors after serving Khonshu. "Are you taking a bath?"

"No, baby, it's for you." You bounce on your toes, dying to spoil this man of yours. Running your hands over the ancient bandaged fabric covering his delicious but eternally tense muscles, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Make this disappear."

That, he's happy to do.

It takes a little coaxing but soon enough, Marc sinks beneath the bubbles and rests his head against the tub's edge. His eyes drift closed as he starts to relax.

"You coming in?" He asks you.

"No, it's for you." It bears repeating with Marc.

He pouts for a minute, but as you ease behind him and start massaging his temples, he relents.

You work your nimble fingers down his neck, soothing away the tension he holds there - in his shoulders where emotions are trapped, even in his chest, just below his collar bone.

He’s so locked up, your fingers start to ache before you loosen the muscles much at all. Marc is in heaven, half asleep as you give your hands a quick break and wrap your arms around his neck from behind.

Your sweatshirt is damp but you don’t care. He needs this.

You whisper soothingly on his ear and he does drift to sleep for several minutes. You hold him. Treasure him - until the water cools enough to wake him.

You turn the tap back on, warming him up while you rake your fingers through his hair. He tries to sit up, but it feels too good, so he drops back down to where he started.

“Let me wash your hair,” you breathe on his ear, sending a shiver all over his body and desire pulsing between his legs, making him stir with want.

Your fingers, now rested from earlier, gently scratch his scalp as you massage away the grime of the day.

One hand catches in his dark mess of curls, making you accidentally tug his hair with more force than you intended.

He groans.

“You like that, baby?” You murmur against his neck.

He feels you smiling and a strained, “yeah” slips past his lips before he can stop it.

“Thought so,” you cheekily return, curling your fingers through his waves and tugging with force. This exposes his delicious neck to you. His throat bobs in anticipation. Your tongue tastes his skin, gliding over his throat. Slowly. Tauntingly.

You lick a trail to his mouth. The tip of your tongue traces his lips, which part as you lick your way inside.

He growls and sucks on your tongue and you lose your balance. Water sloshes and his hair gets a delicious tug.

He easily takes over the kiss, his tongue thrusting hotly over yours while your hands go to work - one tugging roughly at his wet curls, while you push the other down his soft middle underneath the bubbles.

He relaxes into the kiss, if that’s possible, thinking you’ll touch him where he craves.

But you don’t.

Your fingernails tease, gently scraping his hip bones, the tops of his thick thighs - anywhere except where he needs you. You explore the ridges and valleys of his muscled chest, the soft skin you love to squish teasingly, but never where he wants.

Tearing his mouth from yours, he reaches up with a wet arm, grasping needily at your sleeve.

You resist. He could use force. He’s the avatar of an ancient being and he’s strong. Thoughts of your arms pinned over your head while he fucks you deep and slow make you shiver.

He doesn't show off his strength - he only moans.

You tut condescendingly, using the pad of your thumb to tease the tip of his cock. He whimpers.

You darkly chuckle against his ear, toying with the slit before withdrawing even that bit of relief.

“Wait, please,” he groans, gripping your wrist to push your open palm over his aching cock, there below the bubbles.

“Please what?” You whisper, you lips nibbling hotly at the skin behind his ear.

He growls in frustration, his body jerking and splashing the water. “Fucking - just touch me, please.”

Still you pause.

Marc Spector is begging you. This grumpy, tense, fierce warrior is chanting your name like a song - like a prayer. His voice is broken - his eyes, pleading.

“Baby, please. Please touch me.”

You slip your hand into his hair again and pull hard, the way he likes.

Your knees are weary from the hard bathroom floor, but you don’t care. Your mouth opens over his and your hand wraps around his cock. He's so hard for you, so thick and needy. The thrusting of your tongue past his lips is almost rougher than the way you grip him.

The sudsy, oily bubbles help your hand glide down where you twist your wrist and squeeze, dragging back up - down and up, a little faster with each stroke. He likes it rough. You can't hurt him.

But he would like it if you did.

Marc tears his mouth from yours - he can’t breathe - it’s so damp and humid in the bathroom and he feels so fucking good.

“Faster,” he begs you, gripping your wrist almost threateningly, wrapping his hand over yours and helping you. Water sloshes messily as his hips fuck up into your shared grip.

"Fuck...yes...baby," he pants. You can't remember him being quite this vocal before.

This was not the way you saw relaxing bathtime going, but as his eyes flutter closed in ecstasy and he groans out his release, you realize you’re not disappointed in the least.

His warm spend drifts away in the now cold bath water. His panting finally slows and his lazy eyes blink open. The tension has melted away from him completely.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as his gaze rakes over your drenched sweatshirt.

"You're soaked."

You wet your lips. "Yeah. I really fucking am. What are you gonna do about it?"

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[chvnnie]

my baby fever… its not going away…. help

Chan bought one of those little baby bathtubs the second he found out you were pregnant. It fit so perfectly in the kitchen sink, as if the house were constructed for the little life inside your belly. When he got to bathe the baby for the first time, using a tiny yellow wash cloth to gently clean her skin, tears stung his eyes. Though he bought this with every intention of using it, he never thought the day would actually come. Little, bright eyes blinking up at her father. A tiny hand reaching for his large fingers. He savors every second he gets to use the tiny tub, the day she’ll grow out of seeming impossibly far away.

It’s no surprise that Minho spends too much time in the kitchen, chopping away at veggie and fruits and pouring them into a blender. Different mixes based off your daughter’s preference. She just decided she loves the taste of peas, so he’s been putting them in all her food. It helps her explore new flavors, and there’s nothing that brings him more pride than watching his daughter enjoy the food he made for her. All the extras are spooned into jars, tucked away in the freezer for later use. Or to give to his friends — they really need to start making their own baby food, and stop stealing from Minho’s supply.

The twins see Changbin’s arms as a jungle gym; gripping onto his biceps tightly, squealing when he starts to lift them up. Their little legs kick out, the copy/paste versions of your husband overjoyed every time they’re lifted up higher and higher. Changbin’s arms are really sore today (he went a little hard in the gym) and honestly, he doesn’t love two three year olds clinging to him and begging him to lift them up over and over and over again. It’s another workout in itself. But he won’t stop until they’re tried of it — it’s worth the exhaustion.

It was Hyunjin’s idea to paint his daughter’s bedroom like this. Together they sit on the ground, the plastic of the protective wrap crinkling underneath them. Her hands are face up, pointed towards her father. Occasionally she giggles, telling him how cold the paint is on her bare skin. But she stays still, waiting until he covers every inch of her hand with the pale pink paint. Once he gives her the okay, she starts to place her hand on the wall. Over and over, leaving little marks until the paint has come off. Then, she sits again, asking for yellow paint this time.

Jisung couldn’t escape the studio today. There was too much work to do, and as much as he tried to push it off, eventually he had to go in. Your daughter is only about three months old, her head so tiny in the center of your partner’s chest. The black strap keeps her close to his body, his hands over her ears as he raps into the microphone in front of him. He doesn’t want to wake her. He doesn’t want to put her down. This is what will have to work. He runs the lyrics over and over again, her tiny breaths fanning across his t-shirt. Not once does she stir until he has stepped out to edit the track, whimpering softly. It’s time to focus on her — the track can wait.

Felix loves how warm his bed is when the kids are sleeping with you guys. He gets it, this is a hard habit to break. But there’s something about the way his daughter is tucked into his side, your leg reaching across to lay on top of his. It’s crowded, he’s teetering the edge. Honestly, he hasn’t slept that well tonight either. Ideally, there wouldn’t have been a storm, scaring his five and three year old into your shared bed. Felix would have been asleep a long time ago, hands all over you as he kept you close. But the second he starts to regret it, he hears his son’s snores. Feels his daughter shift in bed. Then he remembers how lucky he is to have this problem.

Seungmin’s son is gripping the rail in front of him for dear life. Brown eyes blown wide, looking out the window of their Ferris wheel seat. The five year old begged and begged until the two of you finally gave in — and what a shocker, your son who can barely get on a playground structure without complaining about the height hates it. Seungmin runs a hand over his soft hair, reassuring him that it’s safe. Mama and Papa are here, nothing bad can happen to him. He repeats that under his breath — Mama and Papa. Safe. Mama and Papa. Safe. Though, it doesn’t sound like he’s too convinced of it. That is, until you reach the peek. The ocean laid out before you three, sun making the water sparkle. His little hands relax, lips parting as he takes in the sight. That’s the day he fell in love with the sea, safe in between his Mama and Papa.

Jeongin turned his head for less than thirty seconds, just wanting to get a drink from his water bottle. That’s how long it took for his son to fall off his scooter, bare knees hitting the concrete hard and sliding. His sons cries bring his attention back, the water bottle hitting the ground. Rushing over to his son, Jeongin helps him up. Brings him in for a hug. He cries into his father’s shoulders, knees burning and bloody. It was scary. He went over a rock and lost control. It hurts. There are so many things going on in his little head right now. Jeongin picks up his son, carrying him inside the house and straight to the kitchen. He places him on the counter, cleaning the wounds as his son eats a popsicle. No stitches are needed thankfully — just a wipe and a bandaid, and it should clear up in a couple days. Though, his fear of the scooter is a little harder to shake.

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