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[mindiemakes]

Some soft Moon cause he deserves it sometimes

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[harrysonlylover]

Blazers & Cravings*

Summary:Some moments of spice and fluff during Y/n’s pregnancy featuring Harry’s infatuation.

Trope: CEO!H

Wc: 3.5k

Warnings: Cravings, smut, lactation kink, feral and primal harry, overstimulation, crying from pleasure, pregnancy talk.

A/n: I reckon she’s around 5 months pregnant here <3 also please don’t read if you dislike lactation kinks.

CEO H MASTERLIST

Every single moment in Y/n’s pregnancy was valuable to Harry. He needed to be present during the highs and lows, it was his duty.

He would never refuse her a request—not only is she bearing his child, but she’s also his lover.

Creating a small version of themselves in her womb for 9 exhausting months isn’t as smooth—not one bit but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to make it easier for her.

Harry knew that he was lovestruck but he never imagined that it would keep on growing.

How can he be so in love? How can his heart expand this much?

He watches her brushing her hair, rubbing cream on her bump, laying on her side with a protective hand on her belly and he falls in love all over again.

He observes the antics that she developed after pregnancy—pouting her lips and rubbing her belly when she’s hungry, scrunching her nose when a smell doesn’t appeal to her, sniffling softly when she buys a new onesie. And of course, his heart explodes a million times.

He had seen how other men treat their partners and fought the urge to punch them. He didn’t understand how men could mistreat the woman they “love”. They weren’t men in his opinion.

Y/n was his everything.

His lover, the mother of his child, his partner, his savior, his guardian angel, his fiancée…

Their wedding had to be postponed since peanut was on the way, and Harry was completely okay with that. But when he remembered that he couldn’t call her his wife, his entire day would be ruined.

Eventually, he bought her a new Cartier ring and asked her to wear it on her left hand. An indication of being wed. She didn’t object at all since they were technically married.

Harry was itching to see a wedding ring on her finger, it was just a replacement so he could delight in knowing that everyone would see that she was taken.

But when the time comes, and the wedding happens—he’ll buy her another ring.

It was as if a weight was moved off his chest when she placed the ring on—but he didn’t expect that it would open Pandora’s box for him.

He loved that they were engaged, he really did. But once his eyes were set on the sight of her left hand resting on her bump, he was gone for.

Y/n was completely his.

The other sights that made him dizzy were during sex. They already fucked like rabbits but pregnant Y/n was on a whole other level.

He was about to fuck her a few nights ago when he noticed her ring that she didn’t take off once. Ideally, he didn’t miss the chance of making her finger herself as he stared at her arousal and wedding ring.

It took him a while to register that he can’t fuck her every time he spotted her ring, or that not all men get this urge.

She had been feeling grumpy lately, snapping at anything around her and giving Harry a hard time. He didn’t reply back or get angry, he believed that she had every right to act this way.

To deal with that, he had lots of solutions. But recently, he decided to book them a table at a new restaurant that opened downtown.

He disliked going to the company when he could just work from home. But some procedures require his presence, and he had to part from Y/n after muttering curses under his breath.

He drove home eagerly with a smile planted on his face as he set foot inside their house. Y/n was getting ready just when he arrived, but she was antsy again.

“Love, what happened?” He walked slowly, loosening his tie as he spoke.

She was seated on their bed, still in her robe with her arms crossed over her bump. He held himself back from laughing because she wasn’t even close to anger—not with how cute she looked.

“I don’t have anything to wear!” She huffed in annoyance.

Harry glanced behind him to the little corner leading to another room that held their shared closets filled with her designer clothes.

“I’m sure you don’t baby. What can I do?” He kneeled in front of her and grabbed her hand for a quick kiss on her knuckles.

“The clothes are tight on my bump. I want to be comfy.” She whispered with a pout on her face.

“What about the new dress I got you?”

“I don’t want to wear a dress.” She shrugged her shoulders while caressing her bump.

“Alright, come with me.” He helped her get off the bed and wrapped a protective arm around her body.

He stood in front of his closet and scanned it with his eyes, before grabbing a blazer and giving it to Y/n.

“Here, try this on.” The blazer was oversized on her body and wrapped around her bump perfectly.

Harry’s size was significantly different than Y/n’s so when she wore the blazer, it reached just above her knee. It was a black Gucci blazer and had her looking like a real trophy wife.

“Pleased now baby?” He led her to the mirror and kissed her temple.

There was something so attractive about wearing Harry’s clothes. Deep down, they both got turned on by that, but especially Harry.

He placed his hand on her bump that was covered with his blazer, as he admired her body through the mirror.

“Hmm, this can work.” She tipped her head backward to meet his face, catching his lips in a kiss.

His grumpy baby was happy again and that was all he wanted.

“Let me get you a mini shorts to wear under.” He quickly fetched it and went down on his knees to help her wear it so that she didn’t have to bend down.

“Heels?”

“I want to but what if it hurts my feet?”

“We won’t walk. And if it hurts then you’ll take them off and I’ll carry you.”

The heels weren’t extremely bad, she was able to walk in them properly. Harry carried her bridal style from the door to the car since he had a Range Rover that was hard to climb into.

He played songs from a playlist that she made, and held her left hand, leaving kisses on her knuckles and engagement ring.

The restaurant wasn’t that far, it was barely a ten minute drive filled with cheek kisses and rubbing Y/n’s hand.

The interior design of the restaurant was quite luxurious, just what he fancied. As a CEO, he received loads of invitations from restaurants with Michelin stars, just so that they could say that Harry Styles dined in.

Y/n went through the menu a billion times and still couldn’t pick something. Her cravings were merciless.

“Harry, my cravings are so bad.” She groaned and leaned her body against him. They never sat facing each other.

“What do you have in mind, honey? Italian? Chinese? Middle eastern? Seafood?” He browsed the menu with her.

“I can’t choose!” She set down the menu from frustration.

He rubbed her shoulders and signaled for the waiter before giving him the menus back and ordering.

“I want everything on the menu please.”

Harry did anything he could to please her.

When the food arrived, Y/n forgot that Harry existed and focused on taming her cravings. Old Wives’ tales say that if a woman craves sweets then she’s pregnant with a girl; if she craves salty foods then it’s a boy.

At this point—Y/n knew nothing. She ate every single thing from both categories. Chinese fried rice, Italian Pizza, Hamburger, San Sebastian cake, Tacos, Crêpes, French Beef.

Not only were her cravings intense but she also got more hungry than usual, no matter how much she ate. She also didn’t care about the looks she got at the restaurant. She was a pregnant woman and eating on behalf of two human beings or more.

Besides, as if Harry would allow anyone to stare in a wrong way.

“What do you want me to put on your plate baby?” He wiped her mouth with a napkin, paying more attention to her food intake than his.

“Maybe the dumplings?” She answered as she chewed on spicy pickles.

Harry hummed approvingly, pouring the food into her plate with his other hand rubbing back.

“Why aren’t you eating?” She looked at him with a full mouth, and sauce coating the corners of her mouth lips.

“Don’t worry about me, baby.” He chuckled, grabbing the napkin again and moving his hand to rest on her bump.

He would give her and their child the world. They only need to ask.

Harry doesn’t usually leave his phone away from him.

But he did this time, and boy did he regret it. He had an important meeting with a business partner who arrived early at the company. They sat in Harry’s office,drank coffee, and moved to the meeting room once the other members arrived.

Due to the rush, Harry forgot all about his phone and didn’t realize it until he walked into his office again and saw 3 missed calls from Y/n.

He nearly fucking fainted on the spot.

She rarely called him, she preferred texting which meant that something was wrong with her. He muttered curses under his breath as his hands shakily dialled her number.

He grabbed his car keys and was running out of his office just as she picked up her phone.

“Hello.”

“Y/n?! Baby fuck wha—are you okay?” His blood pressure definitely wasn’t stable.

“I am. Why?” She answered calmly which relieved him but also confused him.

“What do you mean? You called me three times.” He let out a breath that he didn’t realise he was holding.

“Well yeah, this is all because of you.” She sighed heavily.

“What are you talking about?”

“This! You stuck your cock inside, knocked me up and now I’m like a woman in heat 24/7.” She shouted as if she was genuinely annoyed.

“Yeah? And what do you want me to do?” He asked in a deep tone.

“I don’t care what you have. Come home and fuck your baby mama.” She threatened and ended the call.

Harry stormed through the front door of his house, he threw his phone and keys somewhere on the sofa and headed toward the bedroom.

As expected, Y/n was lying on the bed with only his shirt covering her upper body.

“Took you long enough.” She rolled her eyes and spread her legs instantly. She had no panties on and her pussy was glistening with wetness.

Everything she did made him go nuts. The way she surrendered her body to him at any given time.

“Spreading your legs for your husband already?” That was the first time he referred to himself as her “husband”.

“This is your doing.” She brought her left hand to her pussy and rubbed her vulva with her fingers, making sure to show it off to him.

He walked slowly as his eyes watched her intensely and took his clothes off. Harry was rich enough to buy her a ring that was more shiny than her wet pussy.

“I work hard all day and you made me return home because you’re cock obsessed?” He climbed on their bed and towered over her. The moment these words left his lips—she knew that she’d be ruined when they were done.

“Fuck me, please.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes, as if it physically pained her to not have him inside her.

“Is that what you want? Hmm?” He unzipped his pants and took off his boxers. His cock was hard simply from knowing that his pregnant wife can’t stay without his cock for long. It stood against his stomach, with a swollen tip and veins that scratched the itch in her pussy.

She looked at his cock like it was her meal. He moved his body closer to her and placed his hands on her legs, spreading them even wider.

“Eyes up here cockslut.” He raised her chin with his finger before inserting it inside her mouth.

He had been sweet with her for a while but now? He brought “Daddy” out to play.

Every passing second without Harry’s cock inside her was miserable. The feeling of being empty had her core aching.

“I missed you.” She whispered softly.

“Didn’t I fuck you nice and sweet this morning? Hmm mama, tell me.” He pressed a soft peck to her lips.

“Yeah you did but—“

“So you know you’re greedy.” He tsked, moving away from her face and focusing on her shiny cunt.

“Let’s see if my load is still here, or if your pussy is greedy just like you and swallowed it up.” He plunged two fingers inside without a warning making her grip the sheets. His rings were still on and cold compared to her extremely warm walls.

“Hmm just as I expected. Completely snug inside. Can’t help taking my load.” His fingers were slowly massaging her walls as she squirmed beneath him.

She felt tears welling in her eyes at the feeling, her hormones weren’t helping and she just needed to be fucked.

“Not so surprised though. That’s exactly how I knocked you up.” He adored reminding her that he owned her—that she was bearing his child, that she was such a good wife and took his seed.

He didn’t even need to move his fingers inside her pussy. They slid in perfectly from her arousal and his cum. Her clenches pulled his fingers in a desperate manner.

“What a slutty cunt. Pulling anything that enters it inside.” He moved his pointer and middle finger inside her warm walls while his thumb teased her swollen clitoris. It had her arching her back and holding on to his biceps.

“Give me your cock—please.” Her begging was so erotic to him. His pupils dilated just from looking at her and seeing her so helpless, that only his cock can fix it.

“I already gave it to you this morning, how many times do you need it a day?” He teased as he continued pleasing her with his fingers. His eyes fell on her covered upper using his shirt and immediately reached out to raise it.

“M—many times.” She struggled to let out coherent words, overwhelmed by hormones.

Harry had to take a deep breath to balance himself, he did so many times because of her beauty but this time? His primal instincts couldn’t handle the sight of her—so raw and tender, just for him.

Messy hair strands spread across her flushed cheeks as she rested on her back, her legs open for him with a protruding bump. He could feel her wetness coating his fingers, dripping like a honey waterfall down to the sheets. The heat that radiated off her pussy was so lustful, warming up his entire body.

And of course, her breasts. Full and swollen with milk, bigger areoles begging him to take a taste. He had done so before when she whined and whined about how heavy and full it felt.

How could he deny her relief?

“Look at my baby, admitting that she’s a cockslut so proudly.” He tore his hand away from her pussy, causing wet squelching sounds to fill the room from how wet she was, followed by her whimpers.

He brought the same hand—filled with her wetness to her breast, holding it so tenderly in his hand and tainting it with the arousal.

Harry’s hand was big, perfect for holding both of her hands or using it as a necklace for her pretty neck—and still, it could barely cup one of her breasts.

Once he squeezed her hard nipple, tears began coating her cheeks. Her cunt was clenching around nothing—needing to be filled.

“Oh poor baby, need me to empty these breasts? Hmm?” He kissed her tears and moved the hair strands away from her face.

“Uh—yes.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, needing some sort of friction or warmth. Anything to soothe the ache in her core.

Harry closed his mouth around her sore nipple and suckled. It brought her a huge relief that he delighted in. Of course, she can use pumps to sort it out but not while he’s present.

“My perfect wife, gonna feed our children with these gorgeous breasts?” He hummed, clearly enjoyed her lactating tits. She didn’t know whether she was rolling her eyes at the sensation, or his usage of words. Children. The thought of him knocking her up over and over again has her grinding against him.

She laced her fingers in his hair, urging him to continue sucking. It didn’t take her long to begin dripping and he took every single drop inside his mouth.

“Perfect body… providing for our baby.” He never stops praising her, even during sex. His chin was covered in her milk as he aggressively suckled on both breasts.

He was a starved man—feral for the woman he knocked up.

Her entire body was on fire, his cock was poking her thigh and she couldn’t help but grind herself on him for friction. Her breaths were labored, and her mind hazy from the overstimulation to her breasts.

He was addicted to her taste, sometimes he spent his entire afternoon with his head under her shirt, suckling and relieving her from the heaviness.

“So full and heavy baby.” He moaned audibly when the milk flowed heavily down her chest. She withered beneath him, surrendering herself to his touch completely.

“Too m—much.” The overstimulation had her crying even more as she pulled his mouth away from her nipple.

His face was flushed with rosy lips from being overworked with suckling. His pupils were dilated and his mouth was open in awe as he breathed heavily.

He licked the remaining milk of his lips and kissed her deeply as their tongues clashed. His thumb wiped her tears away before he whispered in her ear.

“Does this cunt need its Baby Daddy’s cock? Hmm?” He brought his hand down to her pussy and slapped it lightly making her body jerk forward.

“Please. It hurts so bad.” She mumbled, roaming her hands all over his body.

He wasted no time in lining himself up with her entrance and thrusting inside. He didn’t even need to push—her cunt was so wet that it slid in perfectly like it was molded for his cock.

“Fucks sake.” He groaned, taking in the feeling of her velvety walls clenching heavily against his thick length.

The sight of relief washing over her face was like a movie scene in his mind. Let alone the milk slowly dripping down her chest.

“Like a proper cat in heat, eh?” He pulled away only to thrust in harder. Her mind was blank, nothing but the idea of Harry’s cock fucking her cunt and using it.

“Just needed me to stick my cock in. Legs open to show me your slutty pussy.” Her whines were music to his ears. They filled the room along with the wet squelching sounds from her wetness that already coated his pelvis.

He didn’t mind that her bump was in the way—he towered over her as much as he could while drilling into her hot pussy. The warmth of it was unbelievable—it made him flushed and sweaty. Her pussy was so fucking warm.

“C’mon sweetheart, cum for me.” She smiled at him feeling so lost in pleasure. He was hitting her spot as usual, the veins along his cock and its thickness had her rolling her eyes and mumbling “Daddy” now and then.

He wanted to correct her and say “Baby Daddy” but he doubted that her cock obsessed brain was focused.

“I—Cu—.” Her hormones weren’t gentle with her, she could do nothing but take his cock.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you. Cum for me.” He slowed down, giving her deep strokes as he kissed her temple.

Their bodies had a secret language formed by them. They came at the same time, making electric sparks go through their bodies. Sex was something sacred for them—the aftermath of cumming was always the best. Seeing her pink face sighing in ecstasy, knowing that he pleasured her.

His load leaked out and dripped down her thigh, despite him being inside her.

“Open your eyes for me, pretty girl.” She did as he asked, making him smile upon seeing her pretty irises.

“Did such a good job for me.” He kissed her cheeks, eyes, lips, nose, and temple. Her smiles were all that he needed.

“I love you.” She whispered.

“Me more my darling.” He whispered back.

He stayed inside of her for a while, allowing her to relish the feeling of being full with his cum. Eventually, he had to dismiss her whines and carry her to the bathtub that he filled with hot water and lavender-scented bath bombs.

She sat inside with her back to his chest as he rested his hand on her bump.

“Do you think I’m pregnant with a boy or a girl?” She turned her head to him.

“Do you want to find out?”

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[beenbaanbuun]

hi bunny! <33 i wanted to ask if you could do a little fic of how the ateez boys (specifically jjong) would be like during aftercare ❤️ after a rougher session— i’m in need of comforty cute stuff rn lmao 😭 no pressure ofc! luv u bun bun 🫶

aftercare w/ateez

hongjoong

i feel like hongjoong is very prepared for aftercare, especially if he knows in advance that it’s going to be a rougher session

like he already has a glass of water and a snack bar on the nightstand ready to go

coos and praises you as he breaks the bar into tiny pierces and slides them between your lips with his fingers

will absolutely force you to pee and shower once he thinks you’ve got your energy up enough to walk to the bathroom

stays with you the whole time you pee, and slides into the shower beside you to wash your hair

unlike some of the others i don’t believe that the shower will to anything else because hongjoong has a modicum of self control and can see you naked without going feral…

seonghwa

seonghwa’s first instinct is to go and grab a washcloth from the bathroom so he can wipe down the mess between your legs

of course, while he’s in the bathroom, he kills two birds with one stone and begins to draw a bath for you

wipes down your sticky skin with the warm cloth, all while whispering praises

‘i know you’re sensitive but you’re being such a good girl by letting me clean you! just a little more and it’ll be over, my darling.’

once you’re somewhat clean he guides you to the bathroom and helps you into the bath before going to chance the sheets

comes back the second they’re changed and in the washer so he can sit on the side of the tub and watch you with a pretty smile

yunho

cuddly boy!!

will literally just hold you to his chest and stroke his hand up and down your spine while the two of you return your breathing to normal

isn’t so fussy about the ‘clean’ aspect of it all, but will definitely make you go pee because we do not want any UTI’s in this house!

and once you’re finished peeing, he just ticks you back into his nice strong arms and lets you fall to sleep in his grasp

he trusts you enough to know that you’ll tell him if you need anything else; water, a snack, all that jazz

he also knows you enough to know that is so incredibly rare that you’ll want anything other than him and his warm cuddles

because let’s be real, lying on top of yunho with your head tucked into his neck and his long arms holding you in place is actually the best feeling in the world

yeosang

you know my thoughts on yeosang’s sex style so i also have to assume that he takes his job of aftercare very seriously

it’s half a guilt thing because baby boy went so hard that now he has to take care of you; he needs to know that you’re okay and he didn’t do too much

he starts by wiping you down and you’re guaranteed to be oversensitive, but he just shushes you and tells you how well you’re doing

ideally he’d like you to shower, but you’re too boneless right now and he doesn’t want to leave you for long enough to run a bath

and when he’s all done cleaning you up, he’ll hold a straw to your mouth, watching you as gulp down the water he brought you

i can see him needing his own validation as well so he asks you plenty of questions

did he go to far? did you like it when he did that one thing? were you having as much fun as he was? he really is desperate to know that you were having a good time

san

san is so fucking clingy that from the moment he goes soft, he will not let you out if his sight

he won’t send you to the bathroom yourself with promises of cuddles when you get back; why would he when he can follow you in there to hold your hand while you pee?

and while you’re in the shower you better let this man wash your hair, your body, your face, anything he can, unless you want him to pout

sits you on the toilet seat while he brushes your teeth; it’s cute but you can’t help but feel shy as he holds your jaw and looks down at you

and then when he’s sure you’re squeaky clean and happy, he bundles you up in his arms and drags you back to bed with him

from which there will be no escape, by the way; if you even dream about getting out of bed, san will be pouting and complaining

mingi

i like to think that he puts his mind, body and soul into sex, so he’s probably just as tired as you when it’s over

ideally, he’d just like to stay in bed with you, but he knows you have to replenish yourself, so he sets you little tasks

“can you go get a wash cloth from the bathroom so i can wipe you down?”, “go piss, girl. i’ll be right here waiting for you.”

and you best believe that after every single task you complete, he’s praising you like you’ve just cured world hunger or something

lips pressed against yours, letting you know just how good you are for him and how proud he is of you for doing what he asks

it’s safe to say youre leave your submissive headspace any time soon, not when mingi has you in his grasp, whispering sweet praises in your ear

wooyoung

wooyoung likes to do everything for you and if he even catches you lifting a finger he will become the most annoying person to ever walk this earth

like he’ll be getting you a glass of water and he’ll come back to the bedroom to see you with a tissue between your legs and all he can thing is how dare you?

literally storms over and takes it away from you before continuing the job himself, muttering under his breath as he cleans you up

“you weren’t so independent when you were begging for my dick, hm?” he scowls, “you need me to fuck you properly, so what makes you think you don’t need to help you with this too?”

like honestly, he’s kind of mean with it but with his gentle touch and the tiny kisses that he’s pressing to your thighs, you know he isn’t actually mad

just being his regular wooyoung-ish self…

jongho

oh you think he’s a teddy bear? wrong; during aftercare you’re his teddy bear and there’s nothing you can do about it!

because he’s way too strong for you to escape from the grasp he has on you, no matter how much wriggling you do

it’s fine though, because jongho always keeps. a bottle of water by his bed and a few snacks in his drawer and a pack of baby wipes too

you literally don’t even have to move from his arms for him to take care of you; everything you need is right there!

of course when you tell him you need to use the bathroom he’s pouting, but then you tell him he can come with you and he’s happy again

he doesn’t consider the fact that he can’t squeeze you to death when you’re actually on the loo, so when he realises that he’s pouting again

literally clings to you the moment you stand up, wasting no time in dragging you back to bed for more cuddles

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hi!! I'm sososo obsessed with Satyr König oml you're a genius (also I've binge read your whole yandere könig tag it's so perfect). Okay so sorry in advance for my English, but:

I can't stop thinking about a shy (and kinda pervert lmao) nymph reader who sees him, sees how big and strong he is and how well he secretly protects all her sisters (and how irresistible his big, thick cock is) and really falls in love and is wildly attracted to him, BUT she's very shy and the idea of telling him her feelings is too mortifying, so when he's out in the woods she sneaks in his den, tidies the place up, brings him some flowers as gifts (yeah im inverting the usual roles lol), snuggles in his bed of furs (maybe touches herself fantasizing about him-) and König, well, notices the changes in his house and is VERY perplexed, so one day he returns earlier than usual and sees this cute, soft and unaware nymph moaning and whimpering in his den, her face against his furs, all wet and willing and ready to mate while she quietly moans his name, eyes closed and face red- he'd go FERAL

The idea of desperately horny satyr König with a more than willing needy nymph makes my brain melt oml

(And btw, do you think you'll ever write Satyr König again, in general?)

Satyr!König goes absolutely feral, yes.

He noticed the lingering sweet scent at the mouth of his den already, a sugary, floral scent that he knows so very well. He knows it to his core, because his nose wants to follow that scent whenever he catches it.

Only nymphs smell this sweet, like flower meadows and moonlight, like spring water and honeycombs. The distinct scent of a kore is eerie, and only gets stronger when he walks further into his lair, but what’s more is that he recognizes who this particular scent belongs to… He has memorized her in his loneliness, and every time he catches a whiff of her in the air outside, he can’t help but grow hard.

He barely even notices the absence of his usual mess, that someone has washed all his cups and put his wine pots in order. His den has seen a lot of brooming, and there are fresh flowers placed on his oaken table, thoughtful bouquets hanged from the roots of his oak. But before he gets to inspect those odd little things further – he’s used to trampling flowers out in the wild, he never even thought of using them as decoration, but they do look kind of nice, don’t they? – he hears a soft whimper from the back of the den.

From where he sleeps, and isn’t it peculiar how he can now smell something else, now, too… Something irresistibly heady, something that demands action at once, making his cock stir and swell to the point where it’s almost painful. There’s another soft moan, calling to him like an enchanted flute: his whole den has changed from a dark dungeon into a soft, scented temple, echoing with the sounds of a maiden in heat.

He finds her spread over his thick, musky furs, furs that have seen countless lonely nights, and have to be changed every turn of the moon because they’re so grimy. She doesn’t seem to have any trouble with laying down in his filth, the rough furs that smell of seed and satyr sweat, of old musk and maybe a few tears. Satyrs cannot cry, they say, but that’s only because no one ever sees them do so. He’s spilled more than his fill of salt on that makeshift bed, and not all of it was ropes of hot seed…

“P–please…”

She sees him, sees how surprised he is catching her here, in the place all nymphs always try to evade. She sees how hard he is while watching her bare and panting there, all over his furs, lips swollen from lust. Both up and down, her lips are wet and quivering; she’s completely ready to be taken, and only the tiniest sliver of respect prevents him from fucking her senseless right here and right now.

“Please, I beg of you…”

But when she begs for it like that…?

He doesn’t hesitate a moment longer. He simply cannot.

And why waste time on thinking how she got here (or more importantly, why she got here?) Why mull on the hot question of why isn’t the loveliest creature on earth trying to get away from him?

“No need to beg,” he grunts as he lays himself upon her, cock hot and already leaking as it finds her entrance.

The smell of ambrosia envelops him as he glides inside, the whimper from his nymph a song of paradise. She smiles softly at such immediate lust, or is it the sun that comes out of the clouds, somehow reaching under the branches of this oak?

She welcomes him with open arms, a tear falling down her temple and into her hair as he tries to be gentle with her. But it’s not really his size or his lust that makes her cry. Her hands trail up and down his sides, they try to desperately wrap around his wide torso. She looks into his eyes while he starts to rut her, amazed to have been granted such a blessing at all.

“I’m in love with you,” she sighs into the air between them, her eyes glimmering with worship in the dim, earthy dusk of his den.

He messes up with his thrusts, breathing out his shock while hovering over her. She’s so delicate and frail, and so desperate for a nymph who’s supposed to be frolicking in the open fields… She should be climbing in the tall trees and giggling at centaurs from there, she should be admiring the full moon and the stars, she should be playing in the freshwater with her sisters.

He always thought this one feared him the most, slinking into the shadows beneath the trees whenever she saw him. Casting her eyes down as if she didn’t want him to notice her at all, never mocking or teasing him like the others did. That’s why he left her alone: because he didn’t want to break her. She was far too pure for someone like him.

But now she’s here, with flowers and a hot, wet body, trying to grab him so hopelessly in her fragile embrace…

“You can’t say things like that, little one,” he warns, feeling something akin to fear for the first time in his life.

“Why not…? It’s true,” she chimes there beneath him, a few more tears of joy rolling down her cheeks.

His chest is burning, but the only sound that comes out of him is a low growl. A warning and a plea.

“You shouldn’t tease an old faun.”

“And you shouldn’t stop what you only just started...”

He blinks at her answer, at her soft smile.

Then, he shoots down to kiss her neck.

She moans from love when he opens his mouth, careful not to puncture her delicate flesh with his teeth: he only devours his nymph with soft hunger, licking and sucking her soft skin. Her giggles and sighs drive him to the sweetest madness as he starts to make love to her under the earth.

His home has never heard such cries of joy, felt or seen such displays of devotion… He returns her confessions thousandfold, in every way he can. These silly little creatures always fear a satyr’s love is only about lust, and therefore escape such hollow adoration, but he’s not here to just ease the pain in his sacks.

He’s now forever bound to her, whether she knows it or not…

#satyr!könig #nymph!reader #tw: lovemaking #könig x reader #purple prose

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If you haven't already, I'd love it if you could elaborate on perv!Kurapika 🤭

Omg gladly 👀

warnings: general perv behavior, panty/vibrator stealing, peeping tom, masturbation

So Kurapika is generally seen as a sweet, polite man. He doesn’t seem to have much interest in anything romantic or sexual. But god can looks be deceiving.

So you and Kurapika are friends, maybe took the Hunter exam together with him and the other 3. You’re sweet, motherly towards Killua and Gon, and have a soft figure.

At first, Kurapika doesn’t realize he has feelings for you, and even if he did he wouldn’t act on them in the beginning. He’s a little frustrated, he has a mission to complete and he can’t let his feelings get in the way.

It’s when his little crush turns into sexual desire that he gets really pissed. Why are you so cute? Why did you wear that shirt skirt when meeting him today? The wind blew and he saw your underwear, now he can’t stop thinking about that moment.

They were just a pair of white cotton panties, so why can’t he get the image of your ass out of his mind? He is a little perturbed with how hard he gets the next time he sees you and you’re wearing a dress with a revealing neckline. You even joking tell him your eyes up here, which makes the blonde turn red in embarrassment.

You don’t often catch him staring. When you do, your brush it off. He isn’t talkative, so you assume he’s just staring off into space.

Oh that isn’t true at all. He watches you like a hawk, catching anything that could be remotely seen as lewd. Your vanilla ice cream dripping down your chin, your boobs bouncing when you run to meet him, your nipples getting hard through your shirt the one time he showed out of nowhere in the middle of the night, giving you no time to put on a bra.

Your house becomes the closest place to a home to him. He knows the layout by heart. The kitchen, living room, bathroom, your room. He stays over often after a lengthy mission, usually up to a month. When you’re gone, he’ll hesitantly sneak into your room and peek into your drawers.

If you have any sex toys hidden, he’ll turn red and pick them up, sniffing them slightly. He’ll be disappointed to know they weren’t freshly used, but he’ll still pocket one of your vibrators to play with later. After all, you have several.

He steals a few pairs of panties, some that you won’t miss. He prefers the more mundane looking ones, your white cotton panties being his favorite. They’re the first pair he saw, so they’re his now. Every once in a while he’ll take one of your favorite pairs, but he’ll always return those!! They may be a little… used tho

He’ll cuddle up beneath your blankets, taking in your scent with deep breaths. A sweet moan will leave his mouth as he dips his hands under the waistband of his boxers, stroking his cock. Your sheets smell just like you, and he wishes more than anything that it was your hand on his dick and not his.

He learns your schedule, knowing exactly when you like to take showers. Kurapika will wait outside your bathroom door until he hears the water turn off and the shower curtain open, then he’ll bust in, acting nonchalant. Once you notice he’s there he’ll act surprised and flustered, hiding his eyes(but not before he gets a good luck at your naked form). “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.”

Kurapika usually sleeps on your couch. He’ll stay up late, listening to you move around in your room. Once he hears the distinct sound of buzzing or soft moans he inches towards your door, hand in his pants. You whine out his name, and that makes him FERAL. He’ll wait until you’re about to orgasm before knocking on the door. After a moment he’ll open it, seeing the hands between your legs stiffen and your eyes go wide with embarrassment.

“K-Kurapika! What are you doing in here?”

You’ll try your best to hide yourself but he’s seen everything. You’re mortified, he’s creaming in his pants.

“My apologies, I thought I heard you call my name…”

If he’s feeling a little confident he’ll lean against the doorway with an innocent look, maybe even offer to help you out.

Kurapika is a perv but not a very confident one. He’s quite embarrassed his body reacts the way it does, and would probably die if you ever found out. Though there is a fantasy he has of you finding out and really liking how much he wants you…

He has a lot of fantasies about you, mostly about getting your pregnant or waking up to you jerking him off. He will not make a move though, he already is embarrassed enough of these feelings, I don’t think he could take rejection.

Anyways, if you two were to enter a relationship, his tendencies will only become more intense. Now that he doesn’t have to hide it, you’ll find pairs of you panties in the bottom of the hamper full of cum. You’ll wake up to him grinding against your ass, sleepily lifting his hand up your shirt to grab your boobs.

Instead of walking in on you showering, he’ll join you in the shower. His touch is innocent, combing through your hair and helping you wash your back, but it’s lingering. Soon enough you’ll feel something hard pressing against your back, and he’ll whine about how cute you are. “Could you help me out, sweetheart?”

You’ll never have to question how much Kurapika wants you, because he’ll tell AND show you.

Kurapika is surprisingly horny, with high stamina.

Honestly I could go on and on. He’s so….😩😩😩❤️

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[americasass91]

Need You Now

Hello, my lovelies!

So listen….this is completely self indulgent and is all Mr Evan’s fault. He just had to go and win Sexiest Man Alive and have a sexy fucking photoshoot. And those pictures just had to make me feral.

This is definitely not the best thing I’ve ever written. Threw it together in about an hour. Again having nobody to blame but Christopher.

I mean how could I not after I saw the above picture? I couldn’t not write something.

Well anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER, if you’re under 18, just go away. This isn’t for you! Kindly fuck off. Thanks!

Words: 2.4k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, unprotected Smut, P in V sex, Breeding Kink, talks of trying to conceive, husband and wife kink if you squint, Chris in that picture, I think that’s it

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“Why did you agree to this again?”

You rolled your eyes at your husband as you continued doing your makeup in the mirror. “Because Andy, it’s the last good weekend before the colder weather sets in and because we were invited and I want to go.”

Your grumpy husband lets out a sigh. “I would’ve much rather done our own thing than go to this cookout.”

You put the finishing touches on your makeup and turn around to look at him. “Why? It’ll be fun! They’re our friends, Andrew. We don’t see them very much.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “But I don’t even like half of these people.”

“Oh, come on. It won’t be that bad. I promise. If we get there and you are bored to tears and hating life, then we’ll go. Scouts honor!”

He walks until he’s standing in front of you and puts his hands on your hips. “Okay, fine. I’ll go but only because you want to. But when we get back…” He starts trailing light, barely there kisses along the side of your neck until he reaches your ear..”You better plan to be up all night, filled with me.”

Before the shivers finish trailing up your spine, Andy steps away with a chuckle to go get dressed. Well shit. Now you aren’t sure you want to go yourself. You shake your head. No. You had promised your friends you’d show up. Plus you were already ready. And you thought you looked pretty cute in your yellow sundress.

You turn back around to face the mirror to double check your hair when your husband emerges from the closet. You do a double take as he sits on the bed to slip on his boots.

Jesus Christ you have forgotten how to breathe.

Your usually suited up, straight laced A.D.A., is sitting there looking like sex on legs.

He’s in a pair of black slacks and a dark green shirt. But that’s not what has you open-mouthed and drooling. It’s the way he only buttoned up the shirt about halfway and you have a clear view of the chain he always wears and the tattoos that litter his chest. Including your name he has tattooed over his left pec.

Christ on a cracker. You can already tell your panties have soaked through. This piece of shit is doing this on purpose. He knows the effect he has on you.

“Sweetheart?”

You shake your head as you close your mouth, stunned to see him standing in front of you. He reaches up and wipes some drool from the side of your mouth. “You, uh, got some drool there.”

You open your mouth to retort but realize your brain has short circuited from the beauty of the man in front of you.

Sure, you’re married and have been together for a long time. Doesn’t mean you aren’t still widely attracted to the man.

He gives your ass a smack. “We better get going. Don’t want to be late.”

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After changing into a fresh pair of panties, you and Andy head on over to your neighbor's house across the street.

You both head ou tback where the party is in full blast. “Well look what the fucking cat dragged in! The Barbers!”

Your eyes instantly spot the man yelling. “Hi, Mike!”

You let go of Andy’s hand and let Mike pull you into a quick hug. You’re soon pulled out of it by his wife Kate and pulled into her arms. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually showed up!” She pulls away and looks you up and down. “Cute dress! Come on, let’s go get you a drink!”

You turn your head about to see if Andy wants anything, but see a beer has already been put into his hand and is standing in a circle of the other husband’s chatting. Looks like he’s even enjoying himself. You knew he would.

Kate drops your hand after you make it over to the drink table. “So, what’s your poison?”

You eye the table and decide to play it safe and stick with an old fashioned wine cooler. Kate just rolls her eyes at you. “That’s it?”

You twist the cap off and take a quick sip. Just as good as you remember them. “I don’t want to get too crazy. Plus, it’s been forever since I’ve had one of these.”

Kate looks up after she gets done pouring an adequate amount of rum into her coke. “Well, they are delicious. So, how’ve you been? How’s, uh, everything?”

You take another swig before answering. Of course she’s wondering if you’d had any luck conceiving. You shrug your shoulders. “Nothing yet, but we’ve only been trying for a few months. Plus my doctor said it may take awhile since I had been on birth control since I was 15. Might take a little bit for all those hormones to leave my system.”

She nods. “Yeah, it took about a year for me to get pregnant. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll happen!”

You shake your head. “I’m not worried. It’ll happen if it’s meant to. And if not, then we’ll adopt. I’m not going to stress over it. The doctor said stressing about it can make it not happen so I’m going to stay positive.”

Kate smiles at you. “That’s a great mindset! Regardless of how it happens, you’ll make an amazing momma!”

“Thank you! I hope so! I’m sure I’ll be asking you for lots of tips.”

She takes a sip of her drink as she looks over at her kids playing around the yard with the other neighborhood kids. “Oh, I’ve got plenty!”

The 2 of you are soon joined by a couple other women you hadn’t seen in awhile either. You guys chat and gossip about everything that’s been going on lately. As the conversation turns to something you’re less than interested in, you can’t help but let your eyes wander over to Andy.

The men have migrated to a group of lawn chairs and are laughing about something. Andy’s eyes catch yours and he gives you a smile. God you loved him. You return it before getting pulled back into the conversation when one of the ladies asks how your job is going.

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About 2 hours later it starts getting dark out. All the women had rejoined their significant others at the lawn chairs.

You were currently laying against Andy’s chest, him leaned back with his arms wrapped around you. The fire had been going for a while now and you were all nice and toasty.

A few of the couples had gathered their kids and bid their goodbyes. That left only Kate’s and Mike’s kids and a few couples left sat around the fire.

You’re just enjoying listening to the conversations going on around you, letting the vibrations of Andy’s chest as he talks to Mike lull you to sleep.

You just get your eyes shut when your phone starts going off.

You quickly grab it and silence it. Kate asks if everything is okay. You wave a hand in her direction. “Yeah, just my mom texting me.”

But that’s a lie.

That wasn’t your text tone that went off. You knew that sound well. And judging from the way Andy is now practically squirming underneath you, so does he.

You have this app on your phone to help track when you’re ovulating. And anytime you’re in a peak ovulation time, an alarm goes off. The sound has lately made your husband feral. He’ll bend you over the nearest surface and stuff you full.

Speaking of.

He is currently subtly rutting his erection into your ass.

You hold back a whimper and grab onto his arm. “Andy, stop. Not here.”

He leans down to whisper into your ear, “Should’ve thought about that when you made plans to come here. You know what that fucking alarm does to me. Need to be inside you baby girl. Now.”

Oh, fuck.

You’re about to suggest going home when the rest of the couples, and kids, start to stand up and head toward the house. Mike goes over and puts the fire out.

Kate comes over to your chair. “We’re going to head inside and watch the new Halloween movie. You guys wanna come?”

You don’t even have time to open your mouth to respond before Andy does. “Nah, I think we’re going to head home. Both of us are a little tired. Aren’t we, sweetheart?”

You nod your head. “Yeah, the fire made me tired.”

She nods. “Okay, well let’s get lunch next week?”

You agree. “Sounds great! Thank you for inviting us.”

She waves as she heads inside. You go to get up but are forcefully pulled back down. “Just where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” He moves your hair to the side and starts kissing and biting at your neck, all the while moving his right hand under your dress.

“Well I thought we could head home and take care of-“ But you’re cut off when his fingers make contact with your clothed core.

“Too far. Need you here, now.”

You go to protest but he moves your panties aside and sinks a finger into you.

You smack your hand to your mouth to keep your moan in. Andy just chuckles behind you as he adds another finger and starts scissoring them around. “Need to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want the neighbors knowing what we’re doing out here.”

You clench down on his fingers. “Oh? Maybe you do, huh? Does my baby girl want to get caught?”

You can’t even respond. You start grinding against his hand. He indulges you for a few minutes before he pulls his fingers out and flips you around so that you’re straddling him. He pulls you in for a lust filled kiss before he grabs your hands and puts them at the top of his pants. “Go on. Take me out.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Not wasting any time, you unbutton and unzip his slacks. You quickly find out he has gone commando this evening. You look up at him in surprise. He just gives you a sexy smirk. “Easier access?”

You roll your eyes and lean back in for a kiss, your right hand wrapped around his achingly hard cock, pumping it up and down.

Andy brushes your hand away and pulls your panties to the side. “Sorry sweetheart. Need to be inside you.”

Not wanting to wait any longer yourself, you grab ahold of his cock and hover over him and rub his tip along your soaked slit before sinking down on his length. You throw your head back and let out a sigh of relief. You love nothing more than to be filled by your husband.

Andy takes a minute to watch the pleasure on your face. It doesn’t last very long though before he grabs your hips and starts grinding you back and forth in his lap.

You don’t catch the moan that escapes you this time.

“Shhh. Need to be a good girl and stay quiet while your husband fills you up.”

You nod and place your hands on his shoulders as you take over the movement of your hips, picking up the pace. Andy releases his hold on your hips and smacks your ass before pulling the top of your dress down enough so your tits spring free. He pays extra attention to your nipples, knowing how much you like it.

After a few minutes, you change from grinding to bouncing up and down on his cock as best you can on a lawn chair. You can already feel yourself close to an orgasm. “Andy, please. Gonna cum. Need help. Please.”

He repositions a little so that his left leg hangs off the side of the lawn chair and plants his foot on the ground. He grabs the back of your head with his left hand and pulls you down until you’re chest to chest, pulling you into another kiss. He takes his right hand and moves it in between you so he can rub your clit.

He uses the little leverage he has with his foot and starts thrusting up into you, hitting your g spot from this position. You moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl. Squeezing me so good. Won’t last much longer after you cum. Need to fill you up.”

You’re both now just panting into each other’s mouths. “Please Andy.N-need it. Need your cum.”

“Yeah? Need me to fill you up, huh? Yeah you do. Gonna fuck a baby into you sweetheart.”

And that’s what does you in. You cum with a silent cry, your hands digging into his shoulders.

He only lasts a few more thrusts before he gives into his own pleasure. You can feel his warm spend filling you up as he slows his thrusts down, eventually coming to a stop. You both take a minute to catch your breath before you make eye contact and burst out laughing.

“Can’t believe we just fucked on a lawn chair in our neighbors backyard.”

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “I fucking love you, Mrs. Barber.”

You smile. “I love you, Mr Barber.”

He cups your face and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, smiling when you press a kiss to it. “Think we better get home, sweet girl. Before I take you on this chair again.” As he says this, you can feel him start to harden inside of you.

Startled at how quick he’s ready to go again, you quickly get up and let out a hiss as he slips out of you.

You right your clothes as best you can before grabbing your phone and helping him up.

He tucks his cock back into his slacks as best he can with a hard on and zips and buttons them up. He grabs your hand and starts practically pulling you towards your guy's house.

“Hurry up baby. That pussy isn’t going to fill itself up.”

You were in for a long night.

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[evansbby]

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, daddy kink, dark Steve, lactation kink, breeding kink, a/b/o dynamics, some feet stuff, oral (female receiving), 18+ minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve is horny but you’re asleep. That doesn’t mean he won’t have his fun...

(𝑨/𝑵): This is heavy with the somno, so please beware of that! If it isn’t your cup of tea, feel free to ignore and move on! 

It’s only 11 at night when Steve walks back into his house. Sam and Bucky are still at the party, but Steve had grown bored within an hour. The truth was, parties didn’t hit the same anymore. Just a bunch of drunk assholes and slutty cheerleaders grinding against each other in a dark haze of alcohol and weed. And as much as Steve tried to enjoy himself, his mind would always drift back to you.

His little omega, perfectly quiet and shy. Safe and sound in his bedroom (he’d locked the doors of the house before he’d left, lest you sneak out. Not that you ever would). Sometimes, he drags you along to these parties only because you look so deliciously uncomfortable and cling to him in the sexiest way. He also likes showing you off from time to time, knowing that the other alphas would kill to have you.

But mostly, Steve likes keeping you safe in his bedroom. He likes walking in to you studying on his desk or his bed, with your little Steve Junior under your arm. Wearing Steve’s old football jersey that completely dwarfs you, his mark on your neck peeking out from under your hair and reminding him of his complete and utter ownership over you.

Fuck, now Steve’s hard. He hopes you’re not asleep, because he can’t wait to sink into your tight little snatch, feel you squeeze around his cock like it’s your job. You’re always so ready for him, so needy for his dick and so snug around it, all weepy and grabby as your feral desire overtakes your shyness. Jesus fucking Christ, his dick is harder than a rock, and he all but sprints up to his bedroom.

You’re asleep. And goddamit, you look so fucking cute. Wrapped up in the comforter like a little burrito in the middle of his king-sized bed. Your head resting on Steve’s pillow rather than your own, and your Steve Junior teddy cuddled up in your arms. Steve feels his mouth quirk up into a smile before he stops himself – he’s no pussy simp! But you do look cute as fuck, so sweet and innocent. So different from all the other sluts he’s used to.

Slowly, Steve peels the comforter off your body before rolling his eyes because underneath that, you’ve covered yourself even further with your little fuzzy blanket that’s more ratty than it is fuzzy. Omegas and their damn nesting tendencies. Steve makes a mental note to order you a new blanket as he sheds this one off of you, only to be greeted by a host of stuffed animals covering your body in yet another layer that he has to get past.

“Fucking asshole toys.” He mutters, before shoving all your toys (except Steve Junior) into a haphazard heap on the floor, making sure to give one or two of them a hard punch in the face for being annoying.

And sure, Steve realises that his room is a lot more feminine now ever since you moved in – flowery bedsheets and stuffed animals everywhere and your beautiful perfumey scent covering everything he owns. But he doesn’t mind as much as he initially thought he would. When Sharon was his girlfriend, he never let her live with him but she would spend the night and try to mess with his stuff by putting her own things on his desk. Best believe, Steve would chuck her random shit in the trash, but you? You’re different.

“So fucking cute…” He murmurs to himself, watching you shiver and hold on tightly to Steve Junior, your nose digging into his fur and a sweet little frown on your face at the loss of warmth from the lack of comforter. He can’t help but stroke your cheek with his knuckles, loving how soft you are. So sweet and pretty and perfect. And most importantly, all his. Every inch of your body belongs to Steve, and it makes him so fucking hard.

“Baby, you have no idea how horny I am right now.” He tells you, continuing to stroke your face while you lay asleep on his pillow. He casually palms his dick with his other hand, already feeling like he’ll blow his load just from looking at you sleeping. “And look at you, fast asleep when you’re the one who gets daddy all riled up in the first place.”

“Steve?” You mumble, scrunching your nose cutely, and it looks like you’re stirring. But you only toss and turn a bit before getting comfortable again, and Steve resumes stroking your cheek for a while before his hand starts slipping down. Down past your delicate neck which bares not only his mark, but often also the imprints of his fingers after he’s choked you during a particularly rough fuck. Down to your chest, covered in his old jersey filled with holes.

He pushes the jersey up over your breasts, watching, almost hypnotised, as your nipples harden in the cool air. God, he loves your tits so fucking much, and you look so pretty all nude and bathing in the moonlight.

It reminds him of the early days, before he’d claimed you. Sometimes, he’d follow you home. Well, that ratty dorm room you called home. And it was all too easy to stand outside your window, watch you change because you were too dumb to draw your curtains. And those moments when you were bare, the moonlight painting you a pretty silver and you being completely unaware that Steve was watching you… Fuck, how beautiful you’d looked. And how hard Steve would cum every time he’d jack off to the memory.

Except not anymore, because now he has you in his bed. His own personal omega to do with as he pleases. Awake or asleep, it doesn’t matter to Steve – he owns you after all. In fact, you should thank him for being thoughtful and not waking you up. And a part of him does want to wake you up so he can fuck the living daylights out of you while you whine and cry all sleepily. But there’s just something about you, asleep and innocent, not knowing he’s watching you and touching you.

Fuck, he can’t help but lean down to suck your nipple. You’re practically begging for it, after all! Lying there with your nipples so hard they could cut glass. And you let out the cutest little whimper when his mouth latches onto one of your breasts, almost as if you’re having a dirty dream about him. Steve really hopes you are, because he has sex dreams about you all the time. He has ever since he first saw you.

“God, your tits are so sexy, baby.” He tells you as he squeezes and sucks. And Steve loves sucking your nipples, he could do it for hours if it was feasible. He loves how you card your fingers through his hair (when you’re awake, that is) and press his face more into your breasts while you whine like a baby. Sometimes, he likes to pretend you’re pregnant and he’s sucking your milk as you let him feed from you. God, that would be so fucking sexy – he can’t wait till he knocks you up.

“Mmhmm.” You mumble in your sleep, and Steve smirks against your nipple, licking and biting and grazing his teeth against it, sucking your whole breast into his mouth obscenely, wishing he had set his camera up so he could’ve got all of this on tape. And then he’d make you watch it tomorrow morning and threaten to post it online. (Not that he ever would, but he loves making you cry and beg).

“Daddy knows,” He tells you when he glances up to see you still asleep but your lips have formed the shape of an ‘o’ and there’s a tell-tale furrow between your brow. “Daddy knows what a dirty girl you are, how you like it when I use your body while you sleep.” He switches to your other breast, wanting to bite down hard but knowing you’d wake up if he did. He squeezes and pushes your tits together as he sucks obscenely, his hard dick poking against your leg through his jeans as he hovers over you. Damn, he can’t wait till you’re pregnant and lactating, and your tits would be so fucking huge and heavy when you’d breastfeed him.

“God, you’re teasing me, aren’t you, baby omega?” Steve lets go of your nipple with a pop, admiring his saliva shining all over your bare breasts. “You just had to look all sexy while you slept, didn’t you? It’s all your fault that I have to use you like this, baby. All your fault. But that’s okay, because daddy’s gonna make you feel good too.”

And with that, he continues exploring your body. Stroking and fondling and licking his way down your stomach, making sure to poke his tongue into your belly button. You shuffle a bit at that, but Steve holds your body in place and watches intently as you mumble something unintelligible before relaxing into deep sleep once more.

“Let’s see how wet your little baby pussy is, shall we?” Steve asks, and he can feel his excitement because his blood is rushing straight down to his dick. If he was hard before, he can’t even describe how uncomfortable his boner is now. Quickly, he undoes his fly and pulls his dick out, hissing in relief once his throbbing length bobs up against his abs.

He grabs your thighs, taking a moment to appreciate how soft you feel, before prying your legs apart. And he knows you’re not wearing any panties because he forbade you from doing so in bed. (He needs easy access at night and in the morning when he fucks you). And your bare pussy glistens in the moonlight and fuck, Steve feels like a salivating animal. He gets the sudden feral urge to mount you and fuck you so hard, fill you up over and over again with his seed while you scream for him to stop because he’s being too rough.

Instead, Steve closes his eyes for a second and savours your sweet scent. God, your pussy smells so good. It’s like your scent but amplified. And the best part? You’re completely soaked. He can’t believe just how wet you are, your pussy glistening in the moonlight as you lay all spread out before him. You’ve even dripped down onto his sheets, leaving a damp patch underneath you and Steve is utterly transfixed.

“Naughty little baby, look at the mess you’ve made,” he scolds, giving your thigh a gentle slap. He wants to hit you harder but he knows you’ll wake up if he does. “Look how fucking soaked you are for daddy.” He glances down at his dick which he’s slowly pumping with his other hand. Instinctively, he swipes the bead of precum from the head of his cock and looks up at your face wickedly, “Daddy’s hard for you too, omega.”

He rubs his precum on your lower lip, breath hitching at the sexiness of it all. And you look so pretty and sleepy, immediately licking your lips and moaning softly while he stares at you with wide eyes. “Mmm,” you whimper, and it’s the sexiest little whimper ever. And, as if things couldn’t get any hotter, your lips latch onto his thumb, sucking his digit while Steve swears under his breath.

“You’re a little freak in the sheets even when you’re asleep, aren’t you?” He marvels, letting you suckle his thumb while his dick throbs with need. “God, none of the guys would believe what a slutty little thing you are behind closed doors. Sucking on daddy’s thumb like a little slut? And after I’ve fed you my cum? Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking sexy and you have no fucking idea, do you?”

You don’t answer, of course, but you pout in your sleep when he removes his thumb from your mouth. He gives your cheek a few condescending pats before refocusing on your pussy. Fuck, Steve’s practically salivating at your sweet little cunt all splayed out for him, and you’re none the wiser while you sleep, clutching that damned Steve Junior in your arms.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to dig in like he’s a starved man. His lips immediately latch around your clit, which is puffy and swollen and so cute. He sucks hard, eyes widening when you let out the loudest moan yet. But then you settle back down, still asleep, and Steve continues as if he’s famished and about to start a five-course-meal.

“Your cute little button’s all puffy, baby.” Steve tells you, “I wonder what you’re dreaming about that’s got you all worked up.” He puffs his chest out, “Well, I know it’s me. And tomorrow you’ll act all innocent like you always do, and stutter all cutely as if you aren’t acting like a little whore in heat right now.”

And sure enough, you’re steadily grinding down on Steve’s face, unconscious as ever but he just loves the feel of your wet cunt against his face. Half of him wants to flip both of you over so that you’re sitting on his face, completely smothering him with your sweet folds while he bites and sucks and probes and brings you to one orgasm after another.

Instead, he continues licking you, loving how your thrusts meet his licks, and how your quivering thighs limply wrap around his head. He spits, watching his saliva pool around your engorged clit before he gives it another hearty suck. And fuck, he knows your body so well, he knows you’re about to orgasm because of the way you start panting, and how your knees try to lock around his head.

And Steve pulls away, because you’re his and he’ll decide when (or if) you cum tonight. And he loves the little pout your lips form into, and how you frown in your sleep and clutch Steve Junior harder. “Slutty little omega…” Steve murmurs before trailing sloppy kisses down your thigh. Stroking the smooth skin of your calf before he grabs your ankle, and his gaze shifts and eyes grow darker.

He’s still jacking off with one hand, the other holding your leg as he carefully examines the anklet he’d gifted you a few days ago. It’s a dainty gold chain with charms that spell out his name. Steve Rogers. He’d instructed you to put it on and absolutely never take it off unless he told you to. It’s another reminder that you are completely and irrevocably his, an omega who is claimed property, and his first before anything else.

The anklet is amongst the many different ways he plans to own you. First was his mark on your neck, of course. Then this anklet that spells out his name. And then what? Maybe a necklace with his initials? Or a tattoo above your pussy that firmly states: “S.G.R”? God, his dick twitches at the very thought.

But the anklet looks so dainty around your ankle, and he gets the sudden urge to nuzzle your foot up against his face, the feeling going straight to his dick. He can’t help but admire your pretty feet, how he’d paid for you to get a pedicure and they’d painted your toes a pretty white colour. Fuck, so fucking sexy. He presses a kiss on each toe before his lips trail downwards, leaving wet kisses on the pad of your foot before licking a tantalising stripe down the instep of your heel.

Your entire body jolts, and Steve can practically sense your pussy clenching and releasing more of your wetness to drip down on the sheets below. Your sweet fucking cream staining his sheets because your baby pussy is getting turned on by your alpha kissing your feet. Steve can’t help but smirk, and wonders how he’ll tell you this tomorrow.

He takes his phone out and clicks on the camera, recording while grabbing your other foot and repeating the same actions. Pressing little butterfly kisses on each toe while you wiggle and squirm in your sleep. And then he licks up your foot, gently sucking on your toes while he tries not to groan at how sexy this is.

He lets go with a pop, throwing his phone aside while he smirks down at you, “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that, baby. I know you did because I know what a slutty little girl you are.” He strokes your leg, “Don’t worry, daddy filmed it for my private collection. I’m sure you’ll love to see it tomorrow.”

He can just imagine how distraught and shy you’d be when he showed you the video, how you’d beg him to delete it. But he wouldn’t. He has almost hundreds of videos and pictures of you already taking up half the storage on his phone. He’s just so addicted to capturing you on film, addicted to how your naked body moves and responds to him. It’s fascinating, beautiful, so sexy and incredibly hot. And he can’t get enough.

Now, Steve crawls back up your body. And he knows he’s acting like a total creep, and that he could just wake you up and fuck you like how he usually does. But there’s something so vulnerable about you being fast asleep, and he’s nowhere near done playing with you.

You’re on your back, snoring softly into Steve Junior’s fur. But Steve gently manhandles you till you’re facedown, your stomach against the sheets and his favourite part of your body facing him. And he almost salivates at the sight of your bare ass, all cute and round and poking out at him as if you’re teasing him. As if you’re begging to be touched and groped and violated. (Not that it would be a violation, since Steve owns your body and can do with it what he pleases, and when he pleases).

He can’t help but give your ass cheek a firm little slap, watching with baited breath as you mumble something under your breath. Still asleep. He pinches and prods and squeezes to his heart’s desire, like your ass is his own personal toy. Which, in a way, it is. Under the dim moonlight, he can see his teeth-marks on your flesh where he’d bit you the last time he’d spanked you. He just couldn’t help it then, and his chest fills with pride now, hoping the mark will permanently mar your ass and remind you of who you belong to.

“Your sexy little ass is just begging to be fucked, omega.” Steve breathes, imagining how tight and sexy it would feel if he just shoved his dick up your ass. But instead, he leans down to give your smooth skin a light kiss, before turning you onto your back once more. And it’s crazy how deep of a sleeper you are, unperturbed by how he’s playing with your unconscious body which he jacks off.

“Steve…mhm…please…” You breathe softly, and the delicate sound goes straight to his dick. You were begging for his dick, even in your sleep. If that wasn’t the sexiest thing Steve had ever witnessed, he didn’t know what was.

“Oh. So you want me to take advantage of you while you sleep?” He tsks, giving your cheek another condescending pat. “What a naughty little girl you are, but I already knew that. You may be all innocent but that doesn’t mean you’re not a cock-hungry little slut when you’re under me.” He pinches your cheek and chuckles under his breath when you pout.

He carefully straddles your chest, making sure not to crush you with his weight. But now, he’s got his dick right above your sweet, sleeping face. He cant help but rub it against your cheeks and nose and forehead, making sure his scent and his precum is smeared all over your face. And fuck, he’s so ready to just blow his load.

“Slutty little omega…” Steve breathes, tracing the tip of his dick against your soft lips. And, as if on cue and by some fucking miracle, your lips part. Steve can’t believe it, “Good girl. That’s such a good little girl…” He praises you, inserting his tip into your mouth and watching in awe as you suckle it in your sleep.

“Mhm, daddy…” You moan sleepily, like a fucking porn-star or an actress at least. Steve is in complete awe at how whiny and needy you sound and it goes straight to his dick.

“That’s right, baby. Suck daddy’s dick like the obedient little slut you are.” He commands you, wanting to shove his whole length into your mouth but knowing he’d choke you if he did that. Instead, he lets you suck on his tip while he continues to jack off at the sight. With his other hand, he grabs yours and squeezes it, not really knowing why apart from the fact that he felt the need to do it.

He cums fast, and it’s no surprise since he’s been edging himself all this time whilst fondling your body. And he’s so used to cumming down your throat, that it takes all his willpower to pull out before he blows his load all over your face. And fuck, if it isn’t the sexiest thing in the world, your face coated in his cum, and you still don’t wake up.

“Fuckin’ cockslut.” Steve mutters under his breath, stopping to marvel at how beautiful you look before he gathers the cum on your cheek with his finger and slips it into your mouth, smirking when you suck it off obediently. Fuck, even in your sleep you’re obedient. He continues to feed you his cum until your face is somewhat clean (he leaves a bit of residue, something for you to wonder about in the morning). And then he climbs off you, something inside him compelling him to give you a soft kiss on the cheek for being such a good girl for him.

He takes a quick trip to the bathroom to piss and wash off before changing into a pair of sweats and returning. You’re still asleep, of course. It’s slightly alarming, what a deep sleeper you are, but you still look cute as fuck. You’re on his side of the bed, head resting on his pillow, and so he has to gently scoop you up and slip in underneath you before placing you down on his chest and covering the two of you with the heavy comforter.

“Steve? You’re home?” You say sleepily, cuddling up into his chest as his arms wrap around you. Your eyes are still shut and you seem to be half asleep still, and unaware of everything that’s just taken place in the past few minutes, but he can’t help but respond.

“Yeah. The party was boring.”

“Missed you.” You mumble softly into the hardness of his chest, and Steve feels a certain stirring deep down.

He yawns, “Oh yeah? I was only gone for a few hours.”

“Always miss you.”

And then you’re snoring softly once more, and Steve’s left to stare at the ceiling in pitch darkness. You’re still and content, cuddled up on his side and practically on top of him, with Steve Junior in your arms. Sound asleep. And Steve can’t help but hold you just a little bit tighter, and give you a soft kiss on your forehead, before he follows suit.

THE END! 

Please do let me know what you think! I know this is a drabble but technically it isn’t bc it’s like 3.9k words!! So please do give feedback and tell me what you think and reblog and all that good stuff! Love you guys and I love writing for this pairing!!! I was hesitant to write more in Steve’s POV but I just focused on his horniness and not on any emotional stuff!!! THANK YOU FOR READING BYE

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #poyt drabble

[princess-tulip-writes]

Hi doll! 🤍 could you write something about reader being azriels mate and just being so girly and ditzy and low-key slightly dumb and clumsy and azriel just being daddy and giving loads of princess treatment and constantly taking care of her, my secret dream istg xoxox

i’m gonna write headcanons on this because there is just SO MUCH that i want to cover.

azriel shadowsinger with a bimbo mate

- azriel is a very tolerant male.

- he is so patient with you every time you stumble over yourself, or take a lot of time getting ready, or ask him what some of the big words he uses means.

- he finds your empty minded nature adorable and endearing, rather than annoying and can spend hours just explaining anything you wanted him to.

- there has been countless times where the two of you have just sat and talked all night; well, mostly you asking azriel loads of questions and the very intelligent spymaster answering them.

- he also loves to help you get ready.

- he’s freakishly good at braiding, and the night before you plan on wearing your hair curled, he’ll braid it for you happily. he knows all kinds of complicated styles too, and sometimes surprises you with them.

- watching you apply your lipstick is one of his favorite past times and he loves when it accidentally smears on the corner. it reminds him of how good he’ll fuck you into the mattress later.

- and loves when you deepthroat him and you leave a little lipstick stain on his pubic bone. he goes feral asf.

- but the dirty stuff is for later..

- he also loves helping you decide what to wear before you go out. he happens to be super helpful when it comes to fashion.

- the color pink now permanently reminds him of his precious baby.

- he buys you jewelry everytime he goes out without you, and it’s honestly so sweet.

- azriel’s the type to slide on and buckle your heels for you, and he’d do it so sensually without meaning to. he just loves the feel of your skin so much so that he can’t help but savor the warmth of them by lingering his fingers along your skin.

“such soft skin, baby. all f’me right?”

- he’s possessive asf, and will flip if another male zips your dress for you or carries your heels for you or even touches your hair. those are his duties only.

- he’s also very loyal. i mean, very. and he makes it abundantly clear to you and everyone else around him that he’s only yours. he keeps contact with females, other than the ones in his family, to a minimum because he simply isn’t interested. you’re the only feminine energy he wants to be around.

- and he is very quick to assure you that you’re the only female he will ever love and yern for, if and when you feel insecure or undeserving of him, by a) fucking you so good to remind you how feral you drive him and/or b) spending the rest of that day with you, cuddling, making love, shopping, dancing, baking; whatever you wish.

- azriel just worships the hell out of you and wants you to be hyper aware of that.

- when you’re clumbsy, azriel is literally the perfect male for the job of catching you when you trip or cleaning up the shattered glass you broke by accident or helping you fix your failed eyeliner while you were rambling to him about gossip.

- he loves shadowing you so much because he can watch you cutely stumble over your feel all day and knock things over, it makes him fall so much more in love with you the more you make mistakes.

- his wings are so helpful too, because he can sympathize with you about clumsiness (he used to have no idea how yo handle his heavy wings when he was little) and also, they shield you from the dangers that you accidentally put yourself in when you knock something important over or almost run into something.

- one time, you left the oven burner on once after you made azriel’s birthday breakfast and you nearly burnt the whole house of wind down if it wasn’t for his shadows alerting him that the dish towel you also left dangerously close next to it, caught on fire. the male had never sprinted down a set of stairs so quick that early in the damn morning—

- he totally had this whole scolding speech prepared for you, but the moment he resurfaced into your shared room and you gave him a sweet smile with a little ‘oops, ‘m sorry, azie.’, he had already forgotten about it and forgave you for your forgetfulness.

- if you ever ask him a question about something you have no clue about, no matter how complicated, he will explain it very thoroughly to you to ensure that you understand. even if it’s the dumbest question ever like; ‘who invented socks?’ or ‘do you think cassian or mor would win a dance off?’ or even ‘if i were a wyrm, would you still love me?’

- he just lives for your pure curiosity, he thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever.

- he tells his shadows to busy you by putting flowers in your hair while he works. not because he doesn’t enjoy your company, but because be feels bad when you get bored of sitting for too long. so he sends you and his shadows outside in your garden to go entertain you. ofc he keeps a close eye on you from the window of his office.

- he has absolutely no issue with flying you everywhere, and he does. he even uses his shadows to keep your hair untouched from the wind so it’s perfect when you arrive wherever.

- he sings you to sleep !!! and memorized your favorite childhood lullabies while you were in the frenzy so you get some much needed sleep. such a sweetie.

- speaking of frenzy…

- remember when i said ‘i’ll save the dirty stuff for later’?

- well it’s later.

!! 18+ minors dni !!

- okay, he loves you to death, he really does and would do nothing to cause you unconsensual harm.

- however, he does have a knack for seeing his pretty princess become a damsel in destress, y’know?

- i’m talking stuff like him tying you up, gagging you with your pretty panties he bought you, just watching you cry and give him those pleading eyes as you writhe around just gets him off so well.

- seeing your teary eyes gaze up at him, your iris filled with the hope to be fucked soon by your smirking mate, never fails to result in azriel shoving his cock in your watering mouth soon after you’ve started.

- oh my gods and when you whimper out ‘please, sir.’ through your gag? any sliver of teasing leaves his soul, and he gives in— but not without a few degrading words for you being such a ‘pleading slut’.

- i should also add that beforehand, while he tying you up and shoving something in your mouth, he always makes sure to be gentle and that you’re okay and comfortable! which is why he saves the gag for last so you can voice any concerns about the ropes or anything else that is bothering you.

- once, half way through tying the knot around your ankles, you admitted that you’ve changed your mind and just wanted to make love. you suspected that he would be disappointed so you pushed it off, assuming that you could push through for him, but once the final bonding was almost complete, reality set in and you knew it was best just to tell him rather then him discovering your disinterest later. and of course, azriel was happy to untie you and move you to the bed where he made sweet sweet love to you.

- moral of that story is that communication with azriel is key or else he will be very disappointed in you. he expects you to trust him wholeheartedly, without the doubt that he won’t understand or comply to your needs. he just wants whats in your best interest!

- definitely has a thing for you in girly lingerie.

- things with ruffles, little satin bows, floral patterns, frilly lace, ribbons, ect. especially in your favorite shade of pink! he just loves his dainty little girl.

- although, you do enjoy occasionally buying his favorite sets in cobalt blue for special occasions (like his birthday or a really tough week) because he literally goes so ballistic on your pussy when he sees you in it.

- man definitely is a munch and loves to make you sit on his face.

- loves to make you even dumber from being fucked out.

- okay back to the wholesome shit

- azriel love love loves to bathe you

- like he has a daily routine for you because he enjoys washing you up so much: a morning and nightly bath which he never misses. he even has curtain care routines for each time.

- in the mornings, he uses a pretty lilac scented soap followed by your appropriate skin and hair care routine.

- at night, he switches to a lavender scented soap with sleep enhancements to assure you a calm slumber, then follows that with your nightly skin and hair care.

- you’re honestly so pampered.

- he also lotions you up after your baths too which the matching scented oils. his hands feels so gentle and nice against your skin, you always feel so beautiful after.

- random thought, but he’d dress you entirely after too, from your bra down to your socks.

- he wouldn’t mind you being too dumb and pretty to do things yourself, he actually prefers it.

- the princess treatment was designed by azriel, like that’s just the truth. he’d spend every penny on you without a regret, and takes such good care of you emotionally and physically.

- i’ll actually elaborate a little more on the princess treatment part rn.

- he will 100% rub your feet after a long day of wearing heels. i canon that he knows very well how to work his fingers, both sexually and non-sexually, so he’s amazing at relieving the aches in your feet.

- as i stated earlier, he flies you around all the time. his big illyrian wings are a true gift to you, and you’re always running your fingers along the membrane absentmindedly. you just love his wings so so much and he doesn’t mind at all. he loves holding you close as you fly above the mountain tops and squeal. most nights when you can’t sleep or whenever you’re bored, he takes you to his favorite scenic places while listening to you ramble about new gossip or just rest on his shoulder silently.

- azriel is honestly the best mate, and loves you endlessly no matter what.

- i wish i have more to say but my writers block is terrible :( i hope this was worth the wait my loves.



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[typhea]

✮﹒❄️﹐RANDOM CHARACTERS + ‘BLACK GIRL’

﹐♡﹒featuring : midoriya izuku, sero hanta, jaëger eren, todoroki shoto, bakugou katsuki, tsukishima kei.

﹐♡﹒infos : fluff, black!fem!reader, reader has 4c hair :D, i think reader is african.. 😨🤭

﹐♡﹒summary : how my boys would be with their black girl ♡

──﹐MIDORIYA IZUKU

he is in love with your natural hair. he braids your natural hair whenever you need to. he practiced multiple times on his mom to be good enough on your 4c hair. he just love having you between his legs (not in the dirty way 😭) and taking care of your hair. he knows your arms gets tired at some point and he takes over. he even let you braid his hair. you tried once he looked cute but it was weird to see him like this.

“thereee you go! i’m done, you look beautiful darling!”

──﹐SERO HANTA

obsessed with your waist beads, they just look so good around your waist. he always smile whenever he sees you with cycling shorts and a crop top, seeing your waist beads falling onto your hips. ahh.. his favorite view. he loves to see you dance and roll your hips, he always hold them tight and follow your moves. you listen to the same type of music, so when it comes to singing some wizkid or rema’s songs, he will know the lyrics perfectly.

“i bought you the one with yellow and orange beads. it would look good on you, princess.”

──﹐JAËGER EREN

he was made for black women, especially you. everything about you looks so perfect to him. he just loves everything you do. but when you put you cultural dress/clothes? nahh, he goes feral. head over heels for you! the way the wax fabric hugs your shape, he’s a drooling mess. he just sees you as the mother of his children. he’s in love with your culture and tradition, he finds it so interesting and beautiful (which is true). will take 100 pics of you.

“you lookin’ so hottt right now, ma’. yeah, yellow is definitely your color.”

──﹐TODOROKI SHOTO

he is very caring, he will pamper you and spoil you whenever he gets the chance. when he step outside the house, he will come back with a gift. it’s his love language, he will spend his whole money on you. he will pay for your braids whenever you need to, your wigs and hair care. he will pay for your nails, he just loves to take care of you. he is your #1 fan, he will never fail to praising you. you’re hesitating between 2 hairstyles? he will choose for you, and make an amazing choice.

“i like the one with the curls, bohemian braids isn’t it? they would look amazing on you, my love.”

──﹐BAKUGO KATSUKI

he’ll never admit it but he is obsessed with the food you make. he always ask for more, he loves it. you were now cooking the kind of food your grandma made to your mom, and what your mom made to you. plantains are definitely his favorite, he always eat the whole thing. he’s himself a great cook, when it’s his turn to make dinner he never disappoint. but your foods are somehow different, and that is what makes it interesting. sometimes you both would even cook together, one teaching the other.

“yeah it tastes good, but i can do better than that. is there any left?”

──﹐TSUKISHIMA KEI

whenever you’re taking care of your hair, he’s always there for you. he knows how tired it can be when you wanna brush your hair, or straighten it. he will always help you. washing your hair? he is there when you can’t reach the back of it. loves to kiss your forehead as a reward and tells you that you did a good job. he always helps you take your box braids off too, watching a movie at the same time. he got his full attention on you, he knows whenever you need a break.

“you’re hungry, princess? let’s take a break and order something to eat.”

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[pianocat939]

Ok this isn't my usual content, but like hear me out. And no, this isn't like anything character related-

Just think of it...as like a scenario to fill in ig Girlie I don't fucking know, I'm just spewing words

Tw: kidnapping, stalking, mentions of violence

Ok so imagine.

There's like this drive. We'll call it Chestnut drive.

Just a typical neighbourhood street.

And on the last house, there's a married couple.

The husband, is like some super scary, really cold guy. He hates the world except for maybe his own wife. And he's a monster too- *ahem he was a thug back in his school days* But he is a handsome fucker.

And then you got the wife. Who's really nice, and never has any problems. Honestly, she's the one usually having to hide her husband's crimes.

Enter MC, who's a single person, getting the first ever house. Which ended up being right next to theirs. Everybody else doesn't go near their house, because of the husband. And yet, MC is totally clueless and ends up watching their feral dog in their yard.

The wife notices first, and strikes up conversation. She's eager to have someone new to talk to. She bakes desserts sometimes, and constantly tries to offer them to MC.

Guess who she gushes all about MC to? That's right- her husband. At first he's like creeped out and even a little jealous. But after watching you through your living room window a few nights a week, he’s realized why she’s so intrigued.

He finds MC so cute, all alone in their house. With no one but themselves really. Maybe the occasional friend over. In a way, he starts to grow protective of them, just like how he is with his wife.

Meanwhile, the wife is just obsessed to have someone to talk to who isn’t terrified of her husband. She’s constantly giving affection she tries to pass it off as platonic when honestly it’s borderline romantic

Their conversations at dinner went from a bit mundane to just simply rambling about you. Wondering which bedroom you should take, or if they should expand theirs completely.

Soon they invite you over to their house often. Just for the occasional meal or tea. Even showcasing their feral dog. (Tiny dog may I add)

MC doesn’t notice, but soon the couple’s house has little things that they like. If they like art? A few paint tubes or high-end coloured are thrown around the house. If they like music? Wow- they suddenly got a Steinway grand piano for them to play around with.

The husband is constantly checking if MC’s ok. Making sure they dress properly for the weather before they go back to their house. In any extreme weather conditions (blizzard, hurricane, rain- a shit ton of rain) he’ll just show up to their house with groceries.

The wife seems to love giving little cheek kisses and hugs. Always finding ways to present her cooking. She likes buying the occasional clothing item for them. Just something she thought would look quite fitting on them.

It’s all too late at some point, because the husband will haul them over his shoulder if they try to run away. He’ll carry them to their now big bedroom, enough for 3 people to share.

He’ll beat up anyone that tries looking for them. He doesn’t have those muscles for nothing.

The wife is just so happy to have MC in their bedroom. Giving snuggles and lots of coos of affection.

And with a kiss goodnight from both of them, MC finds themselves sandwiched between the two. Unable to move from the husband’s arms, or push off the wife who’s laying on top of them.

MC should just consider themselves as newly-wedded to this strange but surprisingly…functional couple.

(HELP- I JUST FELL DOWN A PIT OF SELF-INDULGENCE)

(I have so many ideas for this bullshit but I also have never written anything non-fandom related on this blog before…Other than my shitposts)

(Assuming I’ll probably make more, I’ll put the tag ‘Husband Wife Trio’ lmao)

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #Husband wife trio #blurbs

[ohbo-ohno]

Bo, I had a dark au idea that I really love but I’m too shy to post it on my main so I’m sending it to you because I think you might like it.

Soap and Ghost who are ready for the next stage in their lives now that they’re retired from the military. Setting up a nursery in the new house they bought and filling it with all sorts of cute toys and plush blankets to welcome a sweet little baby into their lives.

But there are so many problems that arise from this because of the fact that Ghost is, technically, dead. They can’t really adopt and it’s hard to find a surrogate who is willing to carry for them discreetly, even when they’re offering more then the usual prices. And even when they do, they have an even harder time finding one that they actually like. They can’t have just anyone carry their baby!

So they’re disheartened after months of searching and Soap is starting to think that it may never happen when Ghost comes home from the store one day and says that he thinks he found the perfect girl to carry their baby. Reader. Soap is immediately excited, he can’t wait to meet this mystery person. The overworked and run down cashier that rang Ghost out earlier that day. Younger then both of them and, as they were soon to find out through a little research (*coughstalkingcough*), struggling horribly. A shitty apartment in the bad side of town, little to no furniture, and working double shifts at at least 2 jobs just to make ends meet. It hurts Soap to see the future carrier of their child (because he decided the second that Ghost said he wanted you that you would be their surrogate) in such bad condition. He wants to take you home with them the minute he sees your horrible living conditions and Ghost has to physically hold him back by the scruff of his neck to keep him from ruining his plan.

His plan being to sabotage your whole life. Call and write in several complaints to your jobs from numerous phone numbers and email addresses, making up scandalous rumors to get you fired and pretending to be your previous bosses when you try to find new ones, ensuring that you can no longer even try to sustain yourself. And all of it will peak when you’re three months behind on your rent and your landlord finally evicts you. With nowhere to go, you’re forced to live in homeless shelters, crying your eyes out when Ghost finally lets Soap approach you.

And he’s so nice to you, pretending to be a volunteer at the shelter, offering you a warm meal with him tonight, a better bed to sleep in, a hot shower. It sounds like heaven to you, you can’t help but agree. Even smile when Soap says his husband will probably be there to meet you in the morning.

And met him you did, several hours later, waking up to his cock filling you, Soap’s hands on your belly, cooing to you that it would all be fine. They’ll take care of you, keep you safe and warm and happy, they just need a little something in return. This is the least you could for for them, isn’t it? They’ll get you anything you could ever need or want.

Anddddddd then they end up never letting you go, even after a baby is born ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️. Sorry I got a bit carried away, but I’m going feral over this idea - 🕸

sorry for the semi late response spiderweb!!! this is such a cool idea, tysm for sending it to me! i really don't have anything much to add, but i want everyone else to get to see it too lol

#🕸 anon #asks and answers #ghoap x reader

[borathae]

“Having to watch Jungkook chat with his ex the entire day has left you with a nasty itch of jealousy. There was only one way to get rid of it again. You have to show him that he was yours and only yours.” 

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader 

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, slight hard Dom!Reader, mommy kink, jealousy sex, rough pegging, sex against a wall, multiple positions, multiple orgasms (m.receiving), use of multiple dildos cause he deserves it, prostate milking, ass spanking, face slapping, choking, reverse strength kink, dirty talk, Kook is trying to stay quiet but she isn’t having it, also he wears one of her jumpers & looks really cute in it, possessiveness, loving aftercare & communication

Wordcount: 4.2k

a/n: I wrote this lil story within two hours hahahah I was completely feral for the idea of Koo wearing her hoodie and trying to muffle his noises with his sweaterpaws while she is trying to make him be loud. Also, I am saying this once again, just as I say about every pegging drabble I write for this couple, this is my fave omfg it’s so hot hafdshf 🥵💗

You were never a jealous person, neither an over-possessive one. That changed when you met Jungkook. Now you find yourself eyeing certain girls with jealous eyes and every now and then you catch yourself draping a protective arm around his waist. Your therapist says that a certain level of possessiveness was normal, as long as you don’t let it consume you. 

Well, it has consumed you. It has eaten you whole and swallowed you without chewing. You are in its dark belly with no way to escape. 

It wasn’t like this yesterday. It started today and there was one simple reason for it. 

The company Jungkook and you spent your day with. 

It was quite the long story on how you got into the situation where you currently find yourself in. Jungkook called it a "leisurely millionaire meet-up". Basically it was a small clique of rich couples all around the age of you and Jungkook. Jiwoo and Yoongi were here. Kim Seokjin and his wife were here. His brothers were here too. Kim Namjoon with his new wife. And Kim Taehyung with his wife. Yes, that wife. The woman who broke up with Jungkook years ago and who he calls Noona. There were three other couples too, but those weren’t of importance in this story. 

Fact was however, that Yoongi and Jiwoo invited all of you to a nice weekend in their countryside mansion and you had to spend the entire day watching Jungkook chat with that woman (he chatted with other people too, but again, they weren’t important right now).

And it leaves you literally choking on jealousy. 

"Fucking take it", you growl into his ear, slamming your hips into him. 

Jungkook whimpers, clasping your shoulders with his nimble fingers while his body is trembling out of control. He can barely handle the fuck and yet he knows that complaining is fruitless right now. You were hellbound on ruining his taste for any other person ever.

"Yeah, fucking whimper for me, Bunny. Fucking whimper", you order, drilling your thick strap into him with such force that he can’t help but do. 

Jungkook is panting, slipping, grasping you for dear life. He has no idea why you fuck him that hard, but he is not going to complain. He wanted you ever since he set foot into this mansion.

It is way into the night by now. The house is sleeping, but not you and your boyfriend. You are awake, fucking against the wall and trying not to wake the others. At least that is what Jungkook was trying to do. You were very much trying to force sounds out of him. 

That is also why you picked out the wall you are currently fucking him against. You want his sounds to soak through its plaster and enter the room next door, because right behind that wall that woman was slumbering with her husband. And you wanted her to hear who fucks Jungkook so good. 

"Ah", he lets out, throwing his hand over his mouth to muffle himself. His teary eyes lock with yours, his knees buckle when he sees just how crazy you look right now. 

"Why are you muffling yourself? Put that hand away, will you?" you almost barked the order, punishing his gaping hole with harsh thrusts. 

Jungkook squeezes his own face, eyes widening in surprise before his eyelids flutter in bliss. 

"I said. Put. It. Away", you growl, stepping closer just to fuck him deeper. 

You have one of his legs in a tight grasp, forcing it to wrap itself around your hips. His other leg was shaking in both pleasure and exhaustion. His back was grinding against the wall, his ass hit it in rhythmic thuds each time you thrust into him. 

The position is tiring for both of you and yet you fucking love it. You love it because Jungkook looks so fucking submissive in it. 

Your sweet man, shaking and trembling as you show him just how much you own him. 

Jungkook grasps the back of your neck with both hands, his nails dig into your skin but you barely feel it. All you feel is Jungkook’s burning up body trembling in your hold.

"Mommy", he chokes out and gives you the cutest face of devastation ever, "please slow d-down." 

"Slow down?" you laugh in judgement, "why? Can’t fucking stay quiet mhm?" 

Jungkook nods his head vigorously.

"Good", you growl and make his hole swallow your big cock.

Jungkook opens his mouth and makes a sound. He holds back, you know that he does. The sweet bunny still wants to be respectful, he still wants to be secretive. Not with you. 

"Louder", you order, wrapping your hand around his throat to squeeze down on his veins. 

"Holy fuck, mommy", Jungkook croaks, grasping your hand with his shaky fingers. He doesn’t tug it away, but he still fucking loves to pretend that he is fighting you off. It makes you squeeze down just that much harder and makes his head feel just that much dizzier. 

You squeeze down, fuck him hard, force his body to hit the wall. Jungkook moans, gasps then bites down on his lower lip. 

"Stop holding back", you carry anger in your voice. The kind of anger which makes Jungkook little sex brain scramble even more. He seriously has no idea what he did to get you into this state today, but holy fuck he feels fucking eternal because of it. He knew that something was in the air the moment you and him went to your room for the night. You had that aura surrounding you. The kind of aura you sometimes get when you are ready to fight the world for him. You jokingly call it your past shining through, Jungkook secretly calls it his biggest damnation. It continued when you pushed him against the bedroom door, looked him straight in the eyes and told him "I want you fucking cleaned out and plugged up, no questions asked." 

Jungkook obeyed, no questions asked. And twenty minutes later he had you playing with his ass until he could barely handle it. Another twenty minutes later and he was on your strap, taking it right against the wall and with only half of his clothes off. His hoodie he still had on. It wasn’t actually his hoodie, but one of yours. Oversized even on him, pink and incredibly soft. You brought it with you as your sleeping dress, but then gave it to Jungkook when he got cold during dinner. Jungkook had it off once, but you ordered him to put it back on, no questions asked. And so Jungkook did, no questions asked. 

Truth was, you fucking love seeing him in your hoodie. He looks fucking incredible in it. Like a collar marks a dog or ear tags brand cattle, your hoodie labels Jungkook as yours. And that's what he was. Yours. He was fucking yours.

"Please mommy please", Jungkook squeaks out, eyes squeezed shut. 

"Please what?" you taunt, tilting his head back just so you can watch how his throat moves under your hand. 

"S-slow please." 

"No, that’s what you deserve tonight. You don’t deserve a slow fuck." 

"But w-why?" Jungkook is so close to sobbing because being quiet is so incredibly difficult. He just wants to scream. At home he could. If you and him were at home right now, Jungkook would turn his throat sore from all the screaming he would do. You feel so fucking good. Your hand around his throat, your strong hold, your strap up his sensitive ass, your hot breath on his skin. Everything feels so good and he just wants to scream.

"Why?" you squeeze down harder, "I told you. No questions asked." 

Jungkook sobs, twisting your hair in desperation. 

"I don’t get it, I don’t get it, I don’t- ah."

"Yes Bunny yes, moan for me. Do it again. Do it", you order and drill it right out of him with punishing thrusts. 

Not for long. Two moans he allows to slip past his lips and then his hand falls over his mouth again. He muffles his moan in his sweater paw, looking beyond adorable doing it, but this also goes against what you want tonight. 

You abandon his throat just to rip his hand away instead.

"Hands. Off", you bark, making Jungkook look genuinely flabbergasted for a quick second, "now fucking reach down there and jerk off your pretty cock. Do it now."

"But Mommy that, that will m-make me cum", Jungkook whines, trembling uncontrollably. 

"I know", you say and give him a smile so maniac Jungkook finds himself gulping in nervousness, "oh I fucking know. I want you to. You perfect, little babyboy are supposed to cum for me." 

"Okay Mommy", he whispers, voice quivering in the good kind of fear. With shaking fingers Jungkook reaches down and wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock. The touch burns like fire, making the task of staying quiet almost impossible. 

"Mommy", he whines, grinding his teeth and tilting his head back.

Your eyes flit between his face and his cock. Your grip around his thigh tightens. Your thrusts become faster. 

"More. Faster." 

Jungkook obeys with a whimper of your name. His cock has been leaking milky goodness ever since you began pounding him against the wall. It is now covering his fingers and parts of your hoodie sleeve. 

"Mommy please", he croaks and squeaks. 

"Take it. Fucking take it", you growl, stepping closer so your lips would brush his', "let me taste your fucking moans, Bunny." 

"Mommy, I’m cumming", Jungkook mewls, shedding tears of utter desperation.

"Then do it, don’t tell me, just do it", you rasp, voice dark in both arousal and crazed anger. 

And Jungkook breaks. He fucking breaks in your hold as if his body has been made solely to orgasm for you. His cock shoots his cum up his stomach, ruining your hoodie. His hole pulsates and convulses around your strap, his knees are buckling. And yet he stays quiet. His mouth is agape, but he stays quiet. This disobedient boy stays silent. And it infuriates you. It drives you fucking mad. 

And so you sweep him off his feet once his high has died down. Jungkook is too far gone to really register what was happening until he is back down on the mattress and has you on top of him with his legs spread out and thrown right over your shoulders. Yes, you truly have no fucking mercy in you, just as you spread new lube on your strap and stuffed his hole with it as well, you thrust into him again. No break, just instant bottoming out and then harsh, punishing thrusts. 

"Ah!" 

Just one loud sound he lets out and then he throws his hands over his face. He sobs right into his sweater paws, cursing his ass for being so goddamn fucking sensitive. If it wasn’t that sensitive, if he wasn’t that into getting fucked, staying quiet would be easier too.

"Can you feel that? Can you feel how I'm fucking you open again?" you taunt, digging your nails into his thighs just as you dig your cock into his greedy ass. Deep and without mercy. Jungkook will not only carry your nail marks all over his legs for the days to come but he will have a hard time sitting as well. 

Good. 

You want him sore and marked up. He is yours and he shouldn’t fucking forget ever again. 

"Yeah you feel it and you fucking love it, don’t you?" you pant, watching his cum covered cock leak and throb. He is still so fucking hard. Of course he is, because you fuck him. You make him feel that fucking good.

"Love it, I love it", his voice is muffled by your hoodie. 

"Speak up", you spit and grab his hands just to pin them above his head.

Like this his legs bend more, getting pressed into his chest. Like this your cock is stretching him out in a completely new angle and Jungkook is reminded just how fucking big you actually are. 

"I love it. Mommy is so big", he pants and sobs softly.

"Yeah? I'm big?" you laugh, it sounds crazy again, "I know I am. It’s what my Bunny deserves. You deserve only the biggest and girthiest and longest cock tonight", you growl, showing him just how he deserves it with skillful movements. 

Jungkook squirms, gasping for fucking air. His fingers lock with each other automatically. His back arches, forcing his legs to slip further over your shoulders and for your strap to go deeper. 

"Oh", his eyes widen, "deep."

"There we go. Yes", you encourage him by grabbing his hips and pinning them down in the current situation. 

"Please, please, please slow. Please", Jungkook begs fruitlessly. 

You just speed up more, give him harder thrusts, make his legs tremble and his body squirm in electrifying pleasure.

"Ah! Oh no", he covers his burning up face again, "nononono please Mommy, please I wanna make sounds." 

"Then do. Make sounds", you order, soaking up his desperation like a hungry succubus. It fucking fuels you. 

"No, I can’t. I can’t", Jungkook stutters, rubbing his sweater paws over his face in desperation. 

"Why not? It’s what Mommy fucking wants." 

"The others, please I'm gonna wake them." 

"Oh I know."

"What?" Jungkook looks at you with soul crushing shock in his teary eyes. You want him to wake them?

Your lips curl into a menacing smile, your eyes darken dangerously. 

Holy fuck, you do. Jungkook feels like passing out at the realisation. 

"Wake the others", your voice doesn’t even sound human by now.

And Jungkook finds himself crying. 

"Mommy please", he begs, squirming on your strap while hiding his face behind his hands again. 

You act quickly. You pin them above his head and land a sharp slap on his cheek. Then you grab him by his chin, pinning him down with a strong grip. Jungkook looks completely out of it for a good second before peeling his eyes open to stare at you in utter surprise.

"Stop covering your face. I wanna hear you", you whisper the words, but Jungkook could taste the danger in them. 

His cheek was burning, his eyes were burning too. Quite frankly every fibre of his body was burning. You are seriously making him feel as if he was on fire. 

"Mommy slapped me", he squeaks out.

"Yes bunnybaby, it’s what you deserve for disobeying me", you whisper, giving his chin a warning squeeze. 

Jungkook's lower lip trembles.

"I'm cumming again", he presses out and then sobs. 

"Well then do it, will you?" you order and slap his face again. 

Jungkook needed it. Wanted it. Craved it. He feels the burn everywhere. Every fibre of his being is finally going up in scorching flames. And he moans. He finally fucking moans because he seriously couldn’t hold back anymore. The type of fuck you are giving him and the type of orgasm which results because of it? It is the type of fuck which makes moaning his last resort at staying human. 

You let him tremble until he got rid of his last shake and then you pull out of him. You drop his legs and grab his face by his chin, forcing his eyes to open. Your grip is softer than before, filled with love.

"Colour?" 

"Green", Jungkook can barely keep his eyes open, breathing heavily, but the word was as clear as day. 

"Good, cause I'm not fucking done with you", you spit and then lift his limp body. 

You shift and force and push it into the position you want it in. Hands on the edge of the headboard, knees hips wide apart and back arched. Like this his round bubble butt is on perfect display, currently leaking lube and looking oh so empty. You change straps for the next round. You’re monitoring his body enough to know he needed a smaller strap. Smaller, but all the more veiny.

"Look at you", you spank his ass harshly.

Jungkook gasps and arches his back. The spank was loud, you made it sound that way on purpose. Now that you were closer to the walls again, you wanted the fucking to be as loud as possible.  

"Fucking perfect", you praise and then feed his pink hole your veiny strap. 

"Hmpf", Jungkook huffs out air, clearly trying to stay quiet again. 

"Louder, show me how well I feed you", you order and spank his ass. 

"Ah-ah", Jungkook lets out shyly. He seriously looks so fucking cute right now. With your pink hoodie hugging his torso and his hands covered in his sweater paws. His thighs were oh so tense, reddened from arousal and covered in your marks. And his ass. Seriously, you are obsessed with how it looks in this position. Round and so perfectly toned, skin red and pink and greedy hole stretching all around your veiny shaft. 

"Fuck Bunny, you are made to take my strap doggy", you say, "you hear me? You’re fucking made for it."

“Made for it…” Jungkook answers you by moaning softly. You want more. You put more strength into your thrusts, forcing his sensitive rim to grind against the thick veins and for his legs to shake. 

Jungkook drops his head, almost breaking the wood with his fingernails. 

"Ah, ah, oh god, ah", his voice is still quiet, but at least he isn’t holding back anymore. 

"There we go, moan for me. Fucking moan for me", you encourage him, giving him a spank as a reward. 

Jungkook gasps and flinches, burying his face in the pillows. His hands stay grasping the edge of the headboard. 

"You look so fucking good like this. Do I fuck you well, Bunny?" 

"Yes, so good. Yes", he mewls.

"I can fuck you even better", you growl and then finally put vigour into your thrusts. This is it. The harsh, rough, merciless fuck of before. It makes Jungkook scream into the pillow because you have brought his body into a state of such sensitivity that he has to scream. It also makes the headboard hit the wall repeatedly and it leaves you feeling fucking high. 

"Yes Jungkook, yes. Holy fuck yes", you moan, making the thumping off the bed sound oh so loud. That’s right. That’s how it sounds when you fuck your Jungkookie. That's how he gets treated by you. That’s it.

"Hear it, fucking hear it", you pant, throwing your head back, "fucking hear it." 

"He-hear w-what?" Jungkook stutters, barely keeping the position. 

"How I fuck you", you answer him and then reach for his cock. 

"Holy f-" Jungkook bites the pillows, fingers slipping from the headboard to hit it instead. Nothing else could help right now. He wants to fucking burst. He is aware that you changed straps and his rim is so fucking sensitive from all the fucking you have been doing that he is pretty sure that he can actually cum just from that. He has no idea if such an orgasm was even possible, but he knew that he was dangerously close to one. 

He grunts into the pillow, wheezes for air through his nose, grunts and moans and grunts again. 

"Wanna cum for me again?" 

He nods his head. 

"Then say my fucking name." 

Jungkook lets go of the pillow and turns his head to the side. 

"___", he forces out. 

"Yes, oh Bunny", you tremble, "now fucking scream it", you bark and strike him right across his ass.

And Jungkook does. Despite all the effort to stay quiet, he fucking screams your name as his orgasm washes over him. And you climax right with him. Just from the thought of being Jungkook's and Jungkook being yours was enough to make you crumble. 

Your hips stutter, you wheeze for air. Jungkook drops, forcing your strap to slip free. 

"Fuck", you press out. 

"Yeah", Jungkook whispers, feeling entirely numb but oh so happy. 

"How are you doing?" 

"Completely fucked. Holy fuck, that was incredible. Thank you so much", he lulls. 

"Fuck, Bunny…"

You feel your body draw closer to him. You just want to hold him, hug him, kiss him. And you do. You flip him over and scoop him up in your arms, littering his face with your kisses and making him giggle in the process. 

"Mommy, that feels so good." 

"Oh my sweet Bunny, my sweet Kookie, my Jungkookie", you press out and close your eyes. You force him closer with a hand on the back of his head, inhaling his scent shakily.

Jungkook opens his eyes. He opens them because he felt the distinct burn of tears hitting his face and he was correct. 

"___, are you crying?" he gasps. 

"I guess", you say, laughing painfully.

"Why? What's wrong? Is this domdrop?" 

You shake your head but shrug your shoulders. 

"I don’t know", you press out, sniffling as you draw closer to rest your lips against his temple, "I'm just, fuck." 

"You weren’t too rough. Please don’t feel guilty. I honestly loved everything you did." 

"Good, that's good", you say, taking deep breaths afterwards, "holy fuck Kook, I’m seriously...fuck." 

You hug him to your chest, making sure that he stays. And Jungkook stays. He sits up and wraps his arms around you as well. So now you are sitting on bed, hugging and holding the other close and it feels healing to experience. 

You weren’t a jealous person, neither a possessive one, so having felt so consumed by such emotions for hours has left you oh so entirely drained. Especially now when you have fucked him the way you wanted to fuck him, especially now when you and him are so fulfilled by your high, you realise just how emotionally exhausted all the jealousy has gotten you.

"Jungkook, I have to talk to you." 

"Okay, talk to me." 

You keep hugging as you talk. 

"I didn’t just fuck you like that because I was horny." 

"I kinda got the feeling that there was more behind it. Did I anger you?"

"No my love, you didn’t", you give him a reassuring squeeze, "Jungkook I...I'm-" you have to take a deep breath "I was really jealous today." 

"Jealous?" Jungkook gasps, lifting his head, "jealous of what?" 

"Of, you know", you point at the wall. 

"The wall? Oh no wait, sex dumb moment."

He makes you chuckle.

"You mean her?" he whispers the question, widening his eyes in surprise.

You nod your head, lowering it in shame afterwards. 

"Why?" he asks the question to understand you better, not to question your feelings.

"I don’t know. It’s just weird to hang out with them. And then you chatted with her and laughed and all I could imagine was you talking about how awesome your past together was and you wanting it back and shit." 

"No, ___, no. We didn’t talk about that at all. The only thing we talked about as far as our past is concerned is just how happy we both are that it turned out the way it is right now. With you and I together and her and Taehyung."

"Okay, that feels good to hear", you say and sigh, "and I guess you calling her noona kinda makes me jealous too."

"Oh ___, please don’t be. I love you so, so much and not for a second I thought of her in a romantic light when I said that name. I'm calling Seokjin hyung's wife noona too and it's the same with her. It’s just because she's older than me and I want to be polite." 

"Yes? Really?" 

"Yes of course", he goes and smooches your cheek, "you're the only one for me." 

"That's really nice to hear. Fuck", you laugh, drying your tears quickly, "I feel like an idiot. I was never that cray cray before." 

"It's alright. I hope you don’t feel jealous anymore, because I really don’t want to make you feel that way", he says, petting your cheek lovingly. 

"No, just a little embarrassed." 

"Don't be. Honestly you can jealous fuck me more often if it’s gonna be like it was tonight." 

You laugh, cupping his cheek. 

"Okay, I will”, a short moment of contemplation, “that’s not your invitation to go around and purposefully make me jealous though."

He shakes his head vigorously, "of course not. I'd never do that to you." 

You smile, caressing his cheek. 

"I love you Jungkook." 

"I love you too ___."

"Thank you for listening to me." 

"Thank you for communicating." 

You and him exchange a loving kiss.

“You look so cute in my hoodie by the way, I wanna eat you whole”, you whisper against his lips, making him smile.

“Thank you, I feel really cute in it.”

“You are”, you say, kissing his lips, “you fucking are”, another kiss, “fuck Kook, I seriously”, a long kiss, “fuck.”

“Mhm yeah”, he agrees, knowing exactly what you want to tell him.

You brush his hair out his face, keeping your forehead pressed against his’. 

"Should we take a bath together now?" you ask him, "I feel like I've made such a mess of you."

"You did", he grins, "I loved it", then he scoots closer and sits down on your lap.

"What are you doing?" you chuckle. 

"Carry me, my legs are jello." 

"Kook seriously", you laugh, "I'm strong, but right now my limbs are noodles. I can’t lift you again."

"Please, please, please", Jungkook whines, nuzzling into you so cutely that you can’t help but laugh even louder. And Jungkook giggles right with you.​

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[09827]

yandere kevin khatchadourian.

prompt. reaction to breaking up. | cw. kevin khatchadourian.

kevin doesn’t flip out when the words “i'm tired of feeling like the only one putting effort into the relationship.” come out of you. he actually knew this day would happen eventually. that's what he loved about you, you think you're able to control your own life. you don’t believe he's capable of being an absolute asshole to you the way he is to everyone else. he just hates to break it to you, but this isn’t the mean to everyone but me wattpad troupe. 

he lets you leave his house but best believe he's not letting you leave his life. he throws a huge tantrum as soon as he knows you're gone for sure. papers have been ripped, walls have been marked up, broken antiques. not in his room though. the room eva put hard work into making for it feel like an actual home for her. kevin's dad told eva to excuse his behavior, saying he’s just heartbroken after his first relationship. “he is just being a boy, going through a hard time.”

it's been a few days since the total shit show, he acts like he doesn't care but he’s behaving like a feral animal. undercover, though. he still is a master manipulator under all that hotness. he'll start looking at other people. not ever talking to them, but kevin knows how to make you jealous. if you show signs of not caring, he'll start leaving anonymous gifts to them to piss you off more. 

and if that doesn't work, he'll start actually harassing you. rarely physical, mostly mental. point is, motherfucker is crazy. he won't admit he's in love with you. he won't let you leave him, either. he'll get you back, willingly or not. he will not let you see him sad, but he will let you see him the most psychotic anyone has seen before.

i'm trying to imagine him standing at your door with a cute teddy bear and chocolates. it's too funny. plot twist, the chocolate is his own cute little recipe he made for his mom on mother's day. dirt & mud. 

#yandere kevin khatchadourian x reader #yandere kevin khatchadourian #yandere slashers #yandere slashers x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #yandere blurb #mrsk. blurb. #mrsk. reaction.

[sixofpomegranates]

All of them are Eddie Munson fics since I am going through some severe brain rot because of this spicy golden retriever.

The order is random and not indicative of how much I liked them. There is no ranking, just sharing some really good pieces of work so we can all enjoy it!

10 Recommendations || 🐇 = My opinion. || Pink Color = SMUT

As You Wish (series) by @corroded-hellfire

➢ Summary: When Eddie isn’t appreciated like he should be, his babysitter feels the need to step in and comfort him.

🐇: I am OBSESSED with the entire universe. Like, really, really obsessed. Older!Dad!Eddie has my whole heart. His boys too. Brittany can go to hell. Long story short: Highly Recommended! It rearranged my brain chemistry. Oh, and it's spicy. || Not sure if it's still ongoing, but the way I am stalking the author's page I’ll sure as hell find out.

Eddie Had A Little Lamb (one-shot) by @honey-flustered

➢ Summary: Eddie is trying to be good and with your help, he could be exactly that. But Kas, on the other hand, thrives in all that is unholy and he’ll stop at nothing to bring you and Eddie to the dark side.

🐇: This rearranged my brain chemistry. I want more like this. I love this. Send me recommendations with fics like this. Jesus H. Christ.

who’s to say [pt.2] by @quinnsbower

➢ Summary: your father, jason carver, promises you one thing and can’t deliver it to you. you decide to get back at him and it him where it really hurts: eddie munson.

🐇: This is responsible for getting me hooked on older!eddie. This is the reason I will be writing an older!eddie fic. This rearranged my brain chemistry. I liked this way too much. So good. Sweet, old guy Eddie.

Caught Me Slippin’ (one-shot) by @uglypastels

➢ Summary: [modern!au] feeling insecure about your skills in bed, you decide to find someone who could help you learn. Except, when the guy actually shows up, a mistake seems to have occurred. Fortunately, you're both quite adaptable (or, at least, you try to be), and the night quickly takes off into unexpected territories.

🐇: No, because YOU hurt my feelings. You gave me an amazing one-shot with banging smut and then broke my heart. I love you and this piece, and forgive you, but damn.

Honey, I'm Home! (series) by @trashmouth-richie

➢ Summary: you were desperate for a roommate after Nancy got married and moved out. An ad in the paper goes unanswered until someone comes knocking on the door.

🐇: Obsessed, but I’d kill this menace!Eddie. I do not have enough self-control to not go to prison for ending this feral raccoon’s existence. || It's still ongoing. Eventual smut.

The Soulmates (series) by @neonghostlights

➢ Summary: Eddie Munson never thought he would be one of the lucky ones. Him being the only one in his family to be given a soulmate mark was a miracle. What happens when his soulmate is not the one he wanted? Will he be able to give up his dream girl to be with the one he’s meant to be with? Or will he just have to learn to ignore the other half of his soul?

🐇: Like it a lot. I found it through a reblog and read all the existing parts in one go. It's a Soulmate AU, the first one I read. || It's still ongoing.

You Give Love A Bad Name [pt.2] by @cinemaquinn

➢ Summary: eddie munson was a world famous rockstar. and, apparently, an asshole. but you weren't one to believe rumours, so when eddie asks to meet you, who are you to say no?

Conviction (one-shot) by @tiannasfanfic

➢ Summary: Life takes an unexpected turn when a one time fling with your best friend leads to an unplanned pregnancy. Will years of friendship be enough to build a solid marriage off of...or are you destined for heartbreak due to a wandering eye like the town rumor mill predicts?

🐇: This was so cute. Especially the ending. Yes, this was spicy. Very good.

Destructive Solutions (one-shot) by @bimbobaggins69

➢ Summary: after becoming roommates with your high school crush and finally getting out of your crazy strict parents house, you get a little too close to him and his best friend (your coworker) —but they’re straight, right?

🐇: yes. I am Steddie x f!Reader trash. I love it when the chemistry is there. And it was there. I loved this so much that I am writing my thoughts on this for the 7th time now because tumblr is a bitch.

Show Me (one-shot) by @bimbobaggins69

➢ Summary: you accidentally stumble upon your best friend/roommates porn stash, you quickly learn he’s the main star. After seeing him in ways you never have, will your friendship ever be the same?

🐇: yes. yes. You may have noticed that that's the second fic from @bimbobaggins69 That's because I found her through reblogs and since then am sure that her fics don't miss, no matter what she posts.

Seriously.

Fuck Tumblr for always deleting the last couple of sentences.

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[hotluncheddie]

OKAY I AM THE ANON WHO SENT IN THE CHUBBY!EDDIE THING ANF I AM FERAL AND BACK FOR MORE!!!

okay okay so. after vecna, not only does he have to take crazy meds to keep his fucking organs from shutting down, eddie becomes much more comfortable with snacking and not worrying about the expense of his food. the government payed him a good sum to stay quiet, and he uses it to support himself and wayne. this means all the treats he longed for as a little kid like chicharrones and twinkies would join the iron supplements and heads of broccoli in his shopping cart. he likes how it feels to get stoned and enjoy tasty foods, and when he and steve start dating, steve joins in the fun. cuddled on the couch with a bowl of carrots and ranch, the two pass a joint and steve encourages eddie to lean back into his chest. shirtless and giggly, eddie would gladly accept steve covering his neck and shoulders with kisses.

in terms of reconciling his new body, it was such an abrupt change but one that eddie welcomed. honestly the worst thing was he had found himself stuck between walls and furniture he used to be able to squeeze through more than once. he thought his stretch marks looked absolutely badass and metal, and he knows how much his body drives steve crazy. when he’s feeling mischievous, he’ll make sure to wear shirts that are just a touch too short and expose his belly on chore days (they always end with eddie pressed on the counter while steve fucks his thighs fast and hard). eddie’s almost like a house cat when people aren’t around. he used to struggle with sitting still, but now with steve to ground him and vice versa, the two love to lounge and eat and have mundane weekend conversations.

that isn’t to say there isn’t any sex. boy, there’s a lot of sex. the first places eddie noticed getting sensitive were under his new pooch, the delicate skin inside his thighs, and along his collarbone. however, as time went on, his wrists and love handles became noticeably more sensitive. the discovery of his wrists came one day when he and steve were making out and steve grabbed his wrists. he let out the most pathetic sound, which actually prompted steve to stop to check in. once it was discovered to be a welcome sound, steve held his wrists above his head while they rutted their cocks together, whispering praises in eddie’s ear. when eddie would fuck steve in gentle missionary late at night, the two loved nothing more than when steve grabbed eddie’s plush hips to guide his movements, eddie’s hairy belly rubbing against steve’s dick just right to make them both cum.

I HAVE WAY MORE THUS IS JUST HOW I’M AVOIDING STUDYING FOR A SPANISH QUIZ RIGHT NOW AHAHSHSHAHAHAHAJ CAN I BE 🦂 ANON?????

oh my god oh my goddddd 👹

!!!!🦂 anon!!! hello!!!!

going fucking crazy over this please send me chubby eddie hc's instead of working i beg i beg

obsessed with stoner boyfriend steddie omg and steve who just gets the worst fucking cotton mouth so he insists on buying all different kinds of sodas to see which helps the most. but he's too picky and never really likes what he gets enough to drink them all. and eddie just get fucking hungry and thirsty and just like needs something in his mouth at all times. like munchies so bad and he just ends up stealing steve’s soda bc he knows steve basically never likes them enough the finish the whole case. so eddie’s just in the habit of getting stoned and getting giggly and whiny for steve to get him more snacks, steve to share his soda, steve to rub his belly when he ends up too full and bloated bc he couldn’t feel it thru the weed. and steve just fucking giggles and dotes on him bc eddie get so cute and blushy and soft when he smokes himself into the couch. they watch dumb tv shows and make out for hours.

but the wrists!!! the sensitive wrists!!! you know steve uses that move all the time, pinning them above eddies head, before dipping to suck on his pecks because steve loves it when eddie gets stoned and too hot so he’s always shirtless in low slung sweats. or when eddie is reaching over to grab one of the twinkies hes obsessed with, steve stops him with a firm grip on his wrist, freezing eddie in his tracks, big brown eyes even bigger and pupils blown wide. steve grabbing the twinkie for him, slipping into eddies lap, strong thighs across eddies plush ones, groin up against eddies lower belly, only two thin pieces of material between them. hand still firmly on eddie wrist as he opens the twinkie with his teeth, leaning in slow to hold it up to eddies mouth. eddie keeps his other wrist perfectly still as if it’s being healed down too, opens his mouth slowly, eyes jumping form steve to the cake and back again. eddie being so sweet and good that steve has to prompt him to ‘bite down, that’s it.’ both their cocks hard and wet and pushing up agains eddie’s chub…

and fucking oh my god! eddie’s soft belly rubbing agains steve dick as they fuck and hold hands and stare into each others eyes and make love!!

and eddie who never had enough, always part of the clean plate club, never lets food go to waste. who can afford now to have a full plate, two plates, if he really wants. and fuck, lately he really wants. so he does.

and eddie not fitting thru spaces the same as he used to, getting squished when he leans to get something between the couch and recliner and between the counter and the table in the kitchen. knocking over things on his beside table because now he actually has an ass. and steve getting hard in like 2.5 second whenever he catches a glimpse of eddie’s struggle, the way he always gets a glimps of love handle or lower belly because eddie’s movements still get a little wild, he flails a little to get unstuck. but really he is just a big house cat now, so much more used to lounging and resting because he had to in order to recover. so they have lots of time to mess around, try different things, really play with how eddie’s body is changing and how they keep wanting it to change. planning together for the day when everything lines up just right. eddie’s a little stuck somewhere, enough to really feel it and maybe actually believe it. maybe it’s christmas time so it plays up nicely with the little extra hes put on, overindulging and feeling it all over. steve coming over to grope him, use him while he’s incapacitated (he’s not really but it’s hot). maybe not even touching him much, steve staying fully dressed, just peeling away eddie’s too tight shirt and underwear, playing lightly with his hole, one finger stroking his thighs, light kisses over his shoulders and collarbones, watching parts on him jump and each soft touch. steve just enjoying seeing eddie trapped and plump and squirming…

and those new stretch marks mixing with his new scars into this pink, red watercolour that just makes him feel so unique and badass. it’s like his death, survival and life all there in his skin. but eddie would sooo show it off, cropping his new baggier shirts but keeping some of his old ones too. now skin tight and obscene. and steve is just obsessed, always groping and squeezing eddie if he dares to wear an old one around the house, never getting to stray far and always getting a good solid orgasm if eddie slips one on to tease.

also obsessed with the idea of pre relationship steve getting it in his head that eddie’s too skinny. that he needs more nutrients. making him hearty foods packed with vegetables, making flapjacks full of nuts and raisins. hands eddie a big portion teasing ‘bet you can’t finish it’ and somehow it just makes this electricity buzz between them. the push pull of it. the eddie wanting to please and steve wanting to offer. and then it keeps going, steve offering eddie a spoon to taste, saying he made it just for him. ‘bet you can’t’ knowing he can. ‘bet i can’ knowing he will, that they both want to.

*this is so many thoughts on different tangents aaaaaaa hope it’s okay!!!

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[theanimewriter]

Hi im in love with your writing can you do one where shousuke is kind of like a cat (like a scenario where he is kinda like a cat)(umm idk if your taking requests but if you cant do this feel free to ignore it i understand)

Am I dating-a-a…cat!?

pairing: gn!reader x Shousuke Komi

genre:Fluff

Warning: None!

Summary: Shousuke is almost like a grumpy cat, so let’s see how much of a cat like person he is.

Being with Shousuke is like taming a feral cat.He can be grumpy,unwilling to talk or wanting to be near anyone, and wishing to be alone.Then he would want to hear you talk until his ears falls off and snuggle up against you.It’s strange to say the least.

He always get tried even thinking about having to be next to people,but then when he see you, it all changes.He actually goes out of his way just to be with you.Shousuke loves when you give him attention and likes when you two are in a group:that you would stand next to him.Maybe even secretly hold his hand.

Petting Shousuke hair.It may just be your imagination,but it almost sounds like he’s making a low purring noise.He may not say it,nonetheless he really loves it.It to the point that he wants you to pet his hair when both of you are heading to sleep,if not then you get a even more of grumpy old cat.

Speaking of sleeping,Shousuke loves nothing more than to sleep all the time.He loves to lay his head on your lap or chest if you’re not going to sleep with him.There was this one time,where he was very tried (because Hitomi came to his house really early before school and made him get up and to go on their way.Mostly ‘causes there was a school trip.) and he fall asleep on your shoulder.Of course,everyone was gushing of how cute you two were and how sweet and cool Shousuke looks when he sleeps.

Sometimes Shousuke can be cold and distant,but then be like ‘can come hug’ type of guy.He never says if he wants to be touch,he won’t say it,you just have to know when he’s in the mood.If he wants a hug then he would stand in your view until you close in for a hug,handing hands,well-then he would brush his hand against yours;by that you must hold his hand- only if you wish not to disappoint him.

Shousuke also tends to watch you,more than a normal person should.When your doing a hobby you love,he watching.At school and you’re minding your own business,he watching.You’re with him at his friends talking to his sister,yes.He’s watching.Its not creepy or supposed to scare nor make you uncomfortable,Shousuke just likes to stare at your godly being.

This also lends to him following you around.Again,not in a creepy way,he just wants to be around you and it’s not overwhelming either,he knows when to stop and such.If you just want to go somewhere then he’ll come along,nothing wrong with that.If you’re at school or with his family then he’s always by you.

Nibbling on you.Look it may seem weird because it is weird.Shousuke does do this-only if your ok with it-quite a lot.(In private) He would nibble on your hand,face,or neck.It isn’t sexual or anything,he just does it as a way of showing his love to you.(There was this one time Shouko saw him doing this on your neck,but that’s a story for another time-)

Their are times when Shousuke would rubs his head, chin, and mouth on you, when he does this it’s a way of marking his territory.If Shousuke does it on you, he simply is getting his scent on you, and claiming you as his person.Yea,it dumb-but it’s cute-and you seem to like it a lot as well.

#headcanon #anime boy #x reader #anime #romanticism #gn!reader #boyfriend #komi can't communicate #komi san wa komyushou desu #shousuke komi x reader #komi shousuke x reader #shousuke x reader #shousuke komi #shousuke #komi shousuke #cat #cat boy #cat boi #cat boyfriend #loverboy