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chlorinecake · 6 months

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imagine taking care of riki while he’s sick and he can’t resist the urge to give you kissies all over bc he’s so inluv with you :(

[Vitamin C]uddles —⊹ N.RK (西村力) 🛏️

Pairing… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ sick boyfriend!niki x gf!reader

Warnings… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ kissing, lots of teasing, fluff

Words… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 521 -> “I’ll take care of you. Duh.”

Despite his usually intimidating appearance, Niki was a huge baby on the inside, and those attributes were only amplified whenever he wasn’t feeling well.

The poor boy had been sick ever since he got back from traveling, so you took it upon yourself to care for him until he got better.

“Hey, this needs more soy sauce… I can hardly taste it,” Niki whined, taking a dissatisfied sip from the chicken soup you ordered.

“Niki, there’s already so much in here that the broth turned brown. Now eat up before it gets cold,” you said, placing a napkin on the table tray beside him.

“I will, but only if you stay with me this time.”

You turned your head at his words, “Aww, d’you miss me?”

“No, I’ve been in bed all day and I’m just bored.”

“Riigght,” you said, spoon feeding him a glob of the grape flavored medicine.

He made a weird face, trying to get over the bitter taste of the cough syrup, “My God, that tastes like poison!”

You giggled at your boyfriends words, climbing in bed next to him with a large plate of assorted sushi rolls, “Try some with wasabi, too! It might help unclog your sinuses.”

Using the chopsticks, you dipped a sushi roll into the chunky green paste, bringing it to his mouth with an airplane motion.

You must’ve put too much, because his eyes immediately started watering as he ate it.

“Do you have any other talents aside from torturing me everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yup,” you said plainly, escaping his side, “I’m pretty good at leaving sick people to fend for themselves.”

He watched as you walked toward the door, “Byeeee… wait! NOO!! I miss you already!”

“But you just said bye?”

“I didn’t mean it, baby. Come back please!! You forgot to give me vitamin C.”

“Vitamin what?” You asked, turning to face him with your arms crossed.

“Vitamin C… for cuddles,” he clarified, pouting.

“Fine,” you said sharply, “but only if you promise not to say anything else stupid… or mean.”

“Ok, ok, just stop stalling and get over here already!”

You walked back to the bed, lying next to Niki under the covers as he put the sushi platter on the bedside table.

“Wahhh, you’re so warm,” you giggled, your silly boyfriend swinging his leg over your body.

“Okay, now what are you doing?”

“Making a cage for you, my naughty little kitten,” he smiled, poking your nose.

“But I don’t like cages,” you sulked.

“Well then pretend it’s a seatbelt instead,” he chirped.

“Fine…”

“Double FINE! Can I get a kiss now?”

“What? No, what if you get me sick?”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Duh… and before you ask, yes, I promise,” he chuckled, resting his hand on your neck before cradling your face in his hand, leaving feather light kisses all over your face.

“Thank you for not rejecting my heebie-jeebies,” he said in between pecking your cheeks.

“Well when you put it like that, it kinda makes me want to,” you teased, squirming in his warm embrace.

More like this: Kisses with Riki in the dressing room

౨ৎ Thank you for reading this quick little fic, and special thanks to the lovely anon who requested this piece!

౨ৎ Feel free to check out more cute and fun reads like this at the pinned post on my blog :3

౨ৎ Tags: kinda got lazy here but bear with me ~ @squoxle @microwvdstrawb3rri3s @nikisdubblchococake

update 12/03: Thank you all so much for 1,000 likes!!

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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Congrats!!! You're my new fav scara writer, anyways. I want to fuck scaramouche so hard he's mf SCREAMING, imagine he was being very naughty and needy in public acting like a lil bitch in heat, AND WE PUNISH HIM 😈😈😈

♡︎ 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩 ♡︎

characters: sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, dacryphillia, degrading, praise, marking, creampie, rough sex, of course cock can be interpreted as a strap on

notes: this one was less kinkier than my other smuts but that doesn’t mean it’s gonna be soft👍

also woziehrjsbbzbxjsbbs IM UR NEW FAV SCARA WRITER😭😭 NOBODY TOUCH ME IM SOFT RN

poor little scaramouche, tasting the consequences of his own action yet still trying to run away from it. his small, pristine body trembling and twitching, dark love bites and teeth mark blemishing his perfect skin - but he didn’t mind.

he was so sensitive, even a small breath of air being blown into the crook of his neck would cause him to jolt and whimper like a useless whore. your precious whore.

trying to catch his breath and to get his bearings back, scaramouche laid there on the bed, all red and cum dripping from his hole and down his shaking thighs. that wasn’t good. your sweet boy can’t go wasting the cum you filled him up to the brim with!

“[NAM-]!!” suddenly feeling you start to move again, scaramouche tried to get away. whining and writhing under you, clawing at the sheets, choking on his own moans and screams of pleasure.

“we’re not done yet baby boy. it’s not over until i’m satisfied with filling you up and until you learn your lesson” scaramouche felt like his mind was gonna blank. he came way too times already to the point his cum is now nothing but a translucent color! you even fucked him raw, he can’t take it!

pinning his hands down to the bed and continuing to ram into his sloppy hole, creating more squishy, wet and filthy noises you leaned down to bite at the small juncture between his neck and shoulder.

“[name]! n-nO NO NOT THER-!! MFFGH GYAAAFH♡︎♡︎!!” silly little slut. cumming from just a single bite like that. but it’s okay. you’re a patient lover and you will be sure to teach scara his lesson.

rutting into the soft spot in him that makes him scream, your hand reached down between scaramouche’s shaking bite covered thighs, teasing the slit of his small cock.

“you sound so good precious. again. cum for me again” you demanded. jerking him off while fucking into his sweet spot causing scara to sob loudly with his pretty blue eyes rolled to the back of his skull. mouth hanging open with drool slipping down his chin, face so flushed to the point it even reached his shoulders and globs of fat tears rushing down his cheeks.

ah he was so pretty like this. so perfectly ruined and fucked stupid.

scaramouche sobbed out. whining about who knows what, words of “good — feelssh sho good♡︎♡︎“ slurring out of his mouth. soon his legs gave out from under him but you can't have him giving up now.

ruthlessly pulling his waist back up again, you held scaramouche’s waist, sure to leave a bruise with how hard you’re gripping the flesh, continuing to thrust into him.

scaramouche soon came over the sheets with a sudden loud wail, small hands clawing at the pillows, hips twitching, thighs shaking. he was just so cute like this♡︎. surely your darling whore can go a few more rounds?

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arminsumi · 9 months

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could i request softdom!armin x shy!reader nsfw? reader is shy to the point she can’t even speak about fornication without blushing furiously, so how could she express her need for her sweet bf’s touch? 🙈

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐒𝐡𝐲

A/N: ahhh srry to take sooo long on this request but i hope u enjoy it thoroughly mwaaa!! 🤤💗

Wc ≈ 1.5k

Pairing: ARMIN Arlert x f.reader

Summary: Armin showing you it's alright to be needy for his touch 🥰

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, smut, lowercase used, semi-clothed sex, soft dom/sub dynamic, dirty talk, pns (baby, good girl, angel), condom used, fingering

“Angel, it’s totally natural; no need to be shy. Come here.” Armin murmured at you.

You timidly pawed over to him on his bed as he beckoned you, sitting there cross legged; his prettiness made it even harder for you to approach him even though his eyes were so tenderly welcoming.

“Sit on my lap.” He commanded gently, patting his thighs, “Promise I don’t bite.” He chuckled softly when you gave him a hesitant look.

It takes a lot of inner strength to straddle his lap. “Get comfy – c’mon, sit, sit.” He encouraged, his soft hands coming to guide you into a comfier position.

Min soothingly pecked under your ear on your neck. Your response was to cutely scrunch up your shoulders and give him a very, very shy look that absolutely melted his heart.

“You’re so cute, baby.” He said, letting his hand rest teasingly on your upper thigh. He gently squeezed. “You don’t need to hold back. Tell me what you want.”

You made a humming noise, “Well…” you began slowly, avoiding eye contact. Armin brought his other hand to the back of your neck, holding it with a loving touch, stroking his thumb back and forth to soothe your nerves.

“Just blurt it out.” He said, “I wanna hear it.”

“I wanna… ummm… ‘wanna have… sex… with you.” You said. Even uttering the word ‘sex’ was difficult. It felt so dirty.

Armin’s lips spread into the cutest, naughtiest smile that you’ve ever seen him bear. It made you shrivel up even more. Your heart panged.

“Yeah?” he feathered sultrily.

You subtly nodded. “I-if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is, baby.” He assured, holding back his overwhelming excitement. “Want me to guide you through it?”

He started running his soft hands over the curve of your hips, his fingertips grazed under the hem of your shirt.

You nodded.

“Use your words.” He encouraged gently, eager to hear you tell him more of what you wanted.

“Yes, please… ‘want you to be in control.” You told him.

He looked tenderly at you for a moment, then pressed a kiss to your lips. It was one of those kisses – the type that sparked your dirty fantasies in the first place. He started kissing you like that just a few months ago.

It felt like each kiss got slower and slower, more and more sensual. It got you hot between your thighs, subtly squirming on his warm lap. He was attentive to all your tiny movements; nothing slipped past him.

“Baby, keep squirming on my lap like that. ‘Feels good.” He murmured.

“Like this?”

“Mhm. Do it harder – yeahhh like that.” He moaned.

You let out a small whimper when you felt the outline of his cock through his jeans. A whimper so quiet that he almost missed it.

“You like that feeling, huh?” he asked. You nodded, hiding your face in his chest.

That was a common thing you did, he noticed it especially when his hands went between your thighs and massaged around.

“So sweet… need me to touch you here? Uh-huh, I can feel how wet you are. No no, don’t be embarrassed. It’s totally normal – fuck, yeah, squirm like that against my lap again. Keep going. Feels so fucking good – aww don’t hie your face haha.”

His hand came to stroke your cheek, the other working back and forth motions against your clothed pussy. “Want me to put my fingers in you? Yeah?”

You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed after his teasing touches. Something about his hands really turned you on – they were so pretty, so smooth and nimble. You always watched him buttoning up his shirts with a naughty glint in your eyes.

Your heartrate spiked when his hands slipped under your panties.

“Mmm!” you whimpered into his shirt when he toyed his fingertips at the entrance of your hole.

“Good girl. Just relax – oh my, haha… you really sucked my fingers right in, huh? Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to tease.”

Just the action of clenching and unclenching around his middle finger felt so dirty, you completely concealed your face in the crook of his neck. Your hands gripped at his shirt, body hugging tight to his toned chest.

“Does that feel good? Yeah? Feels good when I pump in and out like that?” he asked in a lowered tone, “How about two? Mhm, feels better with two doesn’t it?”

Two fingers, for some reason, made you approach your high really fast. “Feels too good…” you mumbled erotically.

“Wanna cum for me, baby?” he asked, pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot and massaging it in circular motions before returning to pumping his fingers in and out, going faster and faster, relishing in the way you moaned for him.

“Don’t hold back; let yourself feel it. Mmm there we go – oh fuck, I can feel it. Such a good girl.” He almost moaned when he felt you gush and clench around him. He worked his fingers inside you and thumbed at your clit until his hand cramped up.

Watching you subtly shake on his lap and hearing you whimper his name into his shirt made it so hard for him to keep his dick in his pants. He really needed to feel you. He’d thought about it for so long.

“Wanna keep going?” he asked you hopefully after you calmed down from your high. You withdrew your hot face from his neck and nodded.

“Yeah… ‘wanna see if I can take you.” You muttered lustfully. He was surprised at your choice of words, they were so much more dirty than what you’d usually have the courage to say.

“M’kay, baby, lay back and spread those legs for me.”

You did what he said, and he bounced over to his dresser and fished out a strip of condoms hidden in between his clothes. After fumbling with the wrapper between his wet fingers, he just used his teeth to tear the packet open – completely unaware of how you stared and watched like it was the hottest thing a man has ever done in front of you. He was such a sweet boyfriend, really, but sometimes he was so sexy that you couldn’t believe he was the same person.

“Hey,” he gently crawled back onto the bed and tapped his palm against your thigh. “open ‘em wider for me. Uh-huh, wider, like this…” he pushed your legs open wider with his own hands.

“Gonna keep your panties on?” he asked almost teasingly, he chuckled when you nodded shyly. “Alright, whatever makes you feel comfortable, baby. But you’re gonna need a new pair after I’m through with you – haha, sorry, don’t hide your face!”

He pressed a kiss to your lips, making you smile. “I’m so sorry that I’m so shy.” You mumbled.

“I don’t mind it at all. Actually, I like it.” He admitted, hands coming down between your thighs to toy with your plush pussy through the fabric of your panties.

He pushed them aside, and smoothly pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. Your eyes widened when you watched his cock smack against his abdomen.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit just fine. I stretched you out good on my fingers, baby. Now relax, yeah? Gonna fuck you nice and slow. You tell me what you don’t like, and tell me what you want more of… if you want it harder… slower… deeper… mhm, c’mere and give me a kiss.” He muttered against your mouth, slipping his tongue in when you parted your lips for him. It felt buttery soft.

He squeezed int the condom and pressed his hot cockhead against your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit. The second you felt him splitting you open, you covered your face.

“Oh, you’re so fucking cute…” he moaned, melting at the sensation of your pussy hugging his sensitive cock. He sunk himself inside as slowly as he could just to see your reaction to every inch. “Not too big, yeah? Good, good. ‘Might be a bit much to take all of it. Mmm, no, trust me, it’s kinda – uhhh, fuck you’re tight!” he suddenly hissed, “Ah, no, that’s a good thing, don’t worry.”

He seethed while trying to pump himself in and out. Each time he pulled back, it felt like your pussy wanted to suck him right back in. “Can feel you clinging to me… ah, fuck, listen to that.. sounds so fucking dirty…” he muttered under his breath.

“Min!” you squealed, grabbing his arms for support.

He looked into your eyes caringly, “Yeah baby?”

“Feels so good – don’t stop.”

His lips curled into a smirk.

“I won’t baby. ‘Gonna show you how good it feels to cum with someone else.”

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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Companions reactions when Sole finds an abandoned baby and is like, “Welp! No parents, your mine now!” And wants to take them back with them?

Cait; ...okay...she understands that there is something of an obligation to not leave a baby to die, but...does Sole really have to keep it? Surely there's someone else that would like a baby, like a gay couple somewhere. Maybe those lesbians in the DC science center. Or the Ms. Nanny and teacher dude that got married, also in Diamond City. Like...Sole already has a bab—oh. Right.

Codsworth; Gotcha, what are they naming it? He'll sort out the feeding situation while they figure it out, go check shops for baby things.

Curie; Ms. Nanny protocol remnants + Curie naturally having a strong sense of justice = Sole will finally hear Curie say naughty words. They won't understand it if they don't speak French, but Curie is spitting pissed off. If Sole wants that baby, they might have to wrestle it out of her hands. Becomes very mama bear. Fusses over it in incessantly. Will relax once it is in a safe environment, and then Sole can claim it for themselves.

Danse; Goes fucking Terminator levels of bodyguard until the kid is in safe hands, like Curie. If a leaf on a tree moves, he's shooting it. Twitchy and on high alert until they get to a settlement. Sole is already planning on putting a baby room in their house. Very worried. Sole has a lot on their plate, much of it involving travel. Sole is not going to travel with a baby in their arms, fuck no. Pre-BB, suggests taking it straight to the Prydwen. After...surprisingly open to keeping it.

Deacon; Thinks they're straight-up joking. Makes a joke in response. Sole keeps joking, he keeps joking, Sole holds up a baby, Deacon has an aneurysm. Plays 5d chess in his head, planning the safest routes back to a town. Hyperventilating the whole time. Babies are loud. Loud is bad. Sole says they want it. Also bad. Sole. You are a spy. Spies don't have kids. You can't keep it, he's sorry, he knows what it's like, but that kid is safer somewhere else.

Gage; The deepest sigh man has ever achieved. Could have inflated a blimp with it. Okay, yeah, sure. Don't use crotchgoblins as bearbait. He's a raider, but there's...no, no there isn't honor amongst raiders. There is with Gage, though, he has, like, some coupons he can cash in whenever the ol' moral compass stops pointing at money. But...no. No, Sole...no. You don't have to put it back, but you can't keep it. And if they're Overboss? What the fuck are you thinking? What, like Mags is gonna babysit or some shi–why are they looking at him like that.

Hancock; A pendulum of 'chill with it' and 'unchill.' On one hand, SOMEONE GET THE BABY AN ADULT. On the other, WAIT NO NOT HIM, A CAPABLE ADULT. Doesn't matter what relationship he has with Sole. Hancock is getting babysitting duty. Hancock always gets babysitting duty. For some reason, he gets stuck watching kids way too fucking much. It's not that he hates them, it's that he breathes more Jet than air and has a penchant for throwing knives at things when bored. Please for the love of God, keep it if you want, but understand Hancock himself is baby and is not suitable for watching another baby.

MacCready; He's from Little Lamplight. As if he's even gonna blink. Hops on board quicker than Codsworth.

Piper; Sole's probably still in that phase after having their own child, where the hormones go all crazy with kids in general...losing their kid isn't helping matters, either, huh? Regardless of the circumstances, Piper is just going to shrug and do what she can to help. Whoever the parents are, they're either dead or don't deserve it, so...

Nick; Will not rest until he finds parents, dead or alive. If they are alive, has some stern fucking words for them. It'll take a damn good reason for him to take the kid from Sole and give it back to the parents. Will also suggest giving it to a couple who wants kids, but can't have them. Knows quite a few people who'd appreciate it. But not against Sole keeping it. Hope they like Uncle Nick back-seat parenting, though. Like a crusty grandpa at Thanksgiving who makes a face when your five year old has an iPad.

That grandpa is right, by the way.

Preston; Also doesn't flinch. Baby alone in the Commonwealth, you take the baby. This isn't a moral conundrum, it's basic common sense. Sole wants to keep the baby? Chill. Preston is not a useless potato sack of a person, like some people. Baby get, baby take care of. Hey, they're Minutemen, too, so they should have access to resources you need for childrearing. Third fastest to hop aboard the This Is My Baby Now train.

X6-88;

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #companions react #robert joseph maccready #x6-88 #porter gage #Codsworth

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bella-buggied · 1 year

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ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ - ʙᴇʟʟᴀ ʀᴀᴍꜱᴇʏ

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bella ramsey x fem!reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: it’s your and bella’s first anniversary, and you go out on a dinner date.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: too much fluff, suggestive language.

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: hello people of tumblr, this is the first fic i post on here and i’m still figuring this thing out so bear with me please. they/them pronouns for bella.

You can’t really believe it’s been a year. A whole year since Bella finally said ‘fuck it’ and asked you out, three hundred and sixty five days since the first date and the beginning point for many more.

The start of all the sweet little pet names and the late night talks. The birth of Bella being an absolute softie when it comes to you, always doing everything for you and making sure you’re okay.

It’s really been that long, and you could never grow tired of it. Of the hand holding, feeling their cold rings against your cheek whenever they hold you to kiss you, or the warmth that comes with resting your body above theirs whenever you’re laying down in bed.

Today is a special day, from start to finish. Bella has been planning on this day for quite a while now, and their plan is to spoil you as much as they can —which is not really that different from any other day— but the date on the calendar really makes things different. A whole year. That’s a lot.

You wake up to an empty bed and the sun up in the sky letting you know it’s too late to be just waking up. Recalling last night with a big smile, you get up from the bed and wash your face in the bathroom.

Even having dated for a year now, it’s not usual for you to spend the night at Bella’s flat. They wanted to start the anniversary gifts a little early. That’s what Bella had said last night; slithering their slim fingers around your waist and holding you so close to them you could smell their cologne and feel their hot breathing against your neck.

That had been a really good anniversary gift. The best, you could say.

The smell of pancakes invades you as you walk into the kitchen and see the scene; Bella setting the small table wearing an apron you didn’t even know they owned and quickly returning to the stove to flip the pancake.

“Morning” they say. Bella turns and faces you, there’s that glow on their face, that special glow that only appears after your special nights. You love to see it on their face, and the look they give you tells you Bella loves to see it on yours too.

“Really? ‘Kiss the cook’?” you laugh. Bella shrugs with a smirk growing on their lips.

“Thought maybe you’d want to do it if you read it.”

“Bell, I don’t want to do it just because the apron says it.” You walk up to them and hold their waist from behind, planting a kiss on their left cheek. Bella laughs, tickled. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

They hum a response, wiggling out of your hug. Bella finally stacks the last pancake on top of all the others and takes it to the table. “Sit.”

“Mm, bossy. I like it.”

“I know.”

Breakfast is delicious, as usual. Bella rarely cooks; they claim they don’t know how to and always end up eating cereal with orange juice instead of milk, but they do know how to make good meals. Or at least they try whenever you’re around.

“Bell,” you say when you’re both finished with your food. You find yourself staring at them, once again, admiring such beauty in front of you. You’re playing with your fork, moving the leftover syrup on the plate side to side. “What are we doing next?”

“I’m taking you home,” Bella smiles, despite your face that shows how you want to argue. “You’re gonna go shower and—”

“Are you saying I stink?” you joke, successfully making Bella laugh.

“I’m showering too.” You raise your eyebrows then, silently suggesting the quickest option –the naughty option– and Bella blushes. It’s funny how still after a whole year, Bella still blushes when you do something like this. “You need to get clothes.”

“Come on, I can wear some of yours.” Right now, you’re wearing their blue hoodie. It’s comfortable and warm. And the best part, it smells like them.

“They’re not your style. And also, I want you to get ready, real pretty. I’ll pick you up at six thirty for dinner.”

“Fancy restaurant and everything?”

Bella nods. In a way that’s good, that gives you a little more time to look good for them. And you do love a good old dinner date, so you let it go.

It also gives you just the right amount of time to go and pick up your gift for them.

Bella drives you home, and you get inside as quickly as possible as to try and avoid anyone that might be in the house. Your parents work and you know they’re not home, but you don’t want to risk encountering your sister on your way to the shower. That girl doesn't keep anything to herself and if she see's you're just arriving home, then you´re forever screwed.

It's not a secret that you are in a relationship, your parents absolutely love Bella, they just don't love the idea of you hanging out too much with them and doing other stuff. At least not while you're still living under their roof.

The cold water against your skin makes you think of tonight, and you start wondering what exactly Bella has in mind for the date. They always come up with clever ideas to spend time together so this should not be the exception, but you also kind of wish this night is a little more calm, something more romantic.

It seems like Bella thinks the same, from the moment they park in the driveway with Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy blasting from their little red Fiat. You see them through your bedroom's window, almost ready. You're wearing a simple beige flowy dress and your hair down, your maroon converse being the pop of colour of your outfit.

As you see them get out of the car and walk to your door wearing their black trousers and blazer with a white shirt underneath, you grab onto the gift box, waiting for them to knock. You breathe through, feeling as nervous as you were on your first date. It's irrational, giving that you just saw each other a few hours ago, yet you still feel like a teenager with an unattainable hallway crush.

And Bella looks so good wearing that outfit, it's insane. Their Dr. Martens and their hair, and everything about them make you go absolutely crazy. You love them so much you cannot even put it to words.

"Hey love," they say when you open the door. A big smile on their lips, just like yours now that you're face to face. You realize what they're holding, a bouquet of your favourite flowers. "I know it's not great, but I saw them on my way here and thought of you so I picked them out–"

"You picked flowers for me? Bells that's the most romantic thing ever!" You take them from their hands, and after giving them a good deep smell, you run into the kitchen to put them in a vase. "let's go!"

You skip your way to them again, so excited to finally go celebrate like you should, because it's a special day. Bella grabs onto your hand as you walk out, and they lead you to their car. The whole way you keep staring at them and admiring their hands as they so skillfuly grasp the steering wheel.

You don't know if it's a weird thing, but you keep staring at them, even when they're aware of you watching. They seem to like it too, given by the smirk that grows on their lips when they take a glance at you and you're already looking their way. It's a red light, and it feels infinite, you two lost in the other's eyes, like it's the first time you see each other.

"You know I love you, right?" you ask, alternating to look between their lips and their eyes. Bella's mouth is just a little open, and they're breathing through their mouth.

They grin. "Doesn't hurt to hear you say it one more time." Bella's voice comes out husky and breathy. You love that. You especially love the little nose scrunch that comes with their smile.

"Alright then, I'll say it. I love you."

"I love you more."

The cars behind you let you know the light has turned green with their honking, and Bella unwillingly looks away, driving again. You laugh, thinking everything is so perfect tonight already, what could ever make it better?

The view of the restaurant of your first date answers your question, knowing too damn well why Bella had been so adamant on planning this night all by themself. Now it's so clear, they're recreating your first date. Same restaurant, a flower bouquet, even the outfit. Subconsciously, you're dressing oddly similar to the way you did on that first dinner too.

"I can't believe you." You smile as Bella parks, there's a shift in the air. You don't feel nervous anymore, but you keep fiddling with the little bow on the gift box.

"You like it?"

"If it was leftover pizza you picked up from a rubbish bin I'd still love it because you gave it to me."

Bella laughs, and oh, that laugh. Sweet and soft, just like the person who let it out of their lips. They roll their eyes too, not realising the effect they have on you. Or maybe they do, and they're just doing it on purpose now. Anyway, as the two of you walk hand in hand into the restaurant, and you sit down on the same table you were just a year ago, it all becomes too much and a tear slips down your cheek without your consent.

The candles, the menu being the same as that day, the view. Everything is the same yet completely different. Thousands of layers and conversations, and sleepovers and caresses, these new parts of you lay beneath you two now, covering you up in new skins, new bodies. But you are the same.

"Are you alright dear?" They ask, tightening the grip on your hand. Their face changes, the way they move their delicate and thin eyebrows to show concern, that is something you love. It really shows you how much they do, in fact, care.

You nod, smiling at them and giving them a quick peck on the lips. "I'm great Bells, everything's perfect."

It just hit you for real this time, You have been together for a year, and the magic is not gone. For the first time in a while, you're not scared of what might happen next, there's no doubt in your brain of things not working out, and you know this will keep going on for a long time, if not forever. This is real love, and it's warm, and cozy, and it makes you cry because it's too good.

"Here," you say after wiping off your tear, finally handing them the small box. They brighten up as soon as they see it, taking it and lingering their fingers over your hand for just enough seconds to make you start thinking about things, but right now is not the time for fantasies.

The smile that rapidly invades your partner is undescribable, ineffable. All you know is how much you love it. "No way." they let out as they lift up the lid of the small box, Bella alternates from looking at you to looking inside of the box repeatedly. "I love these so much! Thank you darling.”

The inside of the box contains a new set of rings, more for their collection. It’s a set of five rings, all different designs and just the type Bella would wear.

“You like ‘em?”

“I’m going to put them on right now.” They quickly undress their fingers and wrap them up again with the new ones, you only watch attentively at their every move.

“How do I look?”

Bella shows off the newly dressed hands, adorned with the rings. They turn and show them off to you, they fit perfectly.

“Hot.” You confess, shamelessly. There’s nothing that scares you now that you’ve been dating for a year. A whole year, and you’ve said worse to them, unspeakable things. This is nothing compared to last night.

And it’s like you answered with the only acceptable response, earning one of those smiles with a hint of a blush. “Nice.”

You keep the talk going on as you dine, pulling out conversation topics our of thin air and so you end up debating on whether orange juice is better than apple juice or vice versa. It’s such a childish topic but you both love engaging in conversations like these, it makes you feel young and weirdly coupley, more domestic.

“I’m telling you, orange juice is the best, but only when it doesn’t have pulp in it.” Bella says, pointing at you with their fork.

“Apple juice is better.” That’s the only thing you say, refusing to give any explanation as to why you think that.

Bella doesn’t have any of it. “Why? No!” they giggle and so do you.

“I’m not really a fan of citrus, you know that.”

“Yeah but, apple?”

You sigh. “Alright, I like pineapple juice more than apple juice.”

“Weird, but I’ll let it pass,” they say, then go looking for something in their pocket. “I guess I know that I have to buy a carton of pineapple juice for you now, put it next to my orange juice in the fridge.”

You chuckle, nodding. “Yeah, so anytime I stay over we can have cute breakfasts just like this morning. I loved it.”

Bella looks at you with deep eyes, like they want to tell you something serious, and so you look at them like that too, eyes open just a tad wider and eyebrows raised.

“You don’t have to stay over only sometimes” they begin, pulling out their hand from the pocket and placing it flat on the table. You wonder what it could be that they’re hiding. “… You can just be with me, what do you say?” Their voice comes out a bit shaky, you can tell Bella is nervous about saying this.

When Bella lifts up their hand and reveals a silver key, you put your hands to you mouth, covering up the big gasp you let out. There is no way this is happening tonight. Your eyes are wide open and you can see every detail in Bella's facial expression, their faint smile encompassing a whole lot of nerves and hope as they stare at you with longing eyes.

There it is again, that glow from the morning. In their eyes, just emanating from their whole body, like their love couldn't be held inside of them any longer and they just decided to let it out for you to bathe in it. And you like it, you'd love to drown in it too.

"So?"

So you reach out a hand to them, and they reach out too. "Are you really asking me what I think you're asking me?" you ask with a smile, Bella tilts their head just a little, like a little puppy dog.

"Depends on whatever you think I'm asking."

Letting go of their hand, you pick up the key from the table. You move your chair closer to Bella, and you put the tiny object right in front of your eyes. You take a look at it, then straighten your arm so the key is on Bella's face.

"Are you asking me to live with you?"

"Do you want to come live with me?"

Your focus changes from the key to Bella, who's looking at you with those eyes that make you melt and a huge grin. That kind of grin that makes all the girls fall in love, the one that worked on you over a year ago and still works on you like a charm.

"I'd love to come live with you." You put the key down, your key, and you place a hand on their shoulder. They lean in to the touch, resting their face over your hand.

"I love you."

"You know I love you more."

The sudden cold feeling of their rings contrasting with the warmth of their hands on your cheeks and neck prepare you for the kiss that is coming, and yes. You could definitely get used to waking up to these kisses every day.

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Christmassy idea idk if I’m too late with this but I just thought of it- Arthur dresses up like Santa to surprise Aspen and the new baby🥹🥹

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“Aspen? Honey, I think someone's at the door.” You nod towards the threshold, a smile tugging at your lips as she peeks up from her seat at the table, abandoning her gingerbread men to look towards the door.

“Who momma? Is daddy home?” She asks, a little spark in her eyes at the thought of her father. You pull the curtain back gently. Starlight trickles in as you fight a smile.

“I don't know, baby. Why don't you bundle up and we'll go see.”

She nods, and you help her zip up her coat, pull the boots over her feet. You add a scarf and gloves too, always erring on the side of caution. Aspen is so sweet and patient, waiting excitedly to check outside. She waits until you scoop Iris from her bassinet, and bundle the two of you up.

The baby yawns, big blue eyes peering around, looking for her daddy no doubt.You smirk, holding her swaddled form close to your chest, leading Aspen towards the door. Your dog Bear rushes out first, barking loud, playing in the snow.

“Go on.” You smile warmly when she looks up to you, and then she pulls the door handle, revealing her surprise.

Snow falls in beautiful intricate flakes, coating everything in white, falling upon fence rails and the big red wagon that is stopped in your front yard. Sugar and Jasper, yours and Arthur's steeds, stand proud at the front, decorated with red bridles and harnesses.

The two horses bump their noses together, whinnying and entertaining each other as your husband– no, as Santa Claus himself steps down from the red wagon.

Arthur had been gifted the outfit from an old friend, a designer from Saint Denis; his name was… Wasp, something or other. The rest had been Arthur's idea. The beard, the wagon, he'd planned it all. You had let him go along with it, seeing how much joy he gets out of spoiling them, making Christmas magical.

“Ho, ho, ho!” Santa calls– with a particularly southern drawl, you note– as Aspen runs across the yard, a fit of giggles erupting from her chest.

“MOMMA!” Aspen turns back to you, screaming. Her little cheeks are pink, a smile stretches ear to ear, “It's the real Santa Claus!”

You rock Iris in your arms, watching the scene play out. Wishing you could live in it forever.

Arthur helps Aspen climb into the wagon as she marvels at all the bells and whistles. She tells him how good she's been, how much she loves her family. She also tells Santa that her baby sister should be on the naughty list for crying too loud sometimes. Santa has no qualms with that one.

Iris is far too little to stay out in the cold for very long, so after her nose begins to turn pink, you nod to Arthur, signaling that you'll be stepping back in the house.

From your seat in the living room, rocking your daughter, you can see the pure joy in Aspen’s eyes. She sits on top of the wagon with Arthur, and he takes her for a ride around the property, talking to her all about Christmas.

Iris stirs when the door flies open, your little girl running through.

“Santa took me on a ride!” She hollers, pinks tinged pink from the cold. She pulls her scarf and boots off, dropping them by the front door, “He said ‘Goddamn!’”

Your eyes pop open wide, flickering up to your eldest, “He said what?”

“Yep! He tripped and he yelled Goddamn!”

“Baby–” You snort, covering your face with your hand, “Please don't say that word, okay?” You try not to laugh, knowing it will spur her to keep saying it. She nods, pure joy lingering in her eyes. Magic.

“Good, thank you.” You smile at her sweetness, “Go ahead and get in bed, honey. It's way past bedtime, and we have to get to sleep so Santa can sneak our presents under the tree before he leaves. I'll be in shortly to read you a story, alright?”

— — —

Bear’s head raises from its comfortable position as Aspen slides out of her bed. She knows it's way past her bedtime, knows that she should have stayed put, waited for you, but she can't help it.

She has Arthur's curiosity. She has your knack for mischief. The door doesn't creak as she pushes it open, little feet padding across the chilly wooden floor, down the hallway.

Ponderous eyes peek around the corner into the living room, going wide as dinner plates. There is a small pile of foil-wrapped presents under the Christmas tree, but more of her attention is locked onto the scene in front of the Christmas tree.

She gasps, her little hand covering her mouth, suppressing giggles. She runs back to her room, and this time, her little padding feet reach your ears. She jumps back into bed, pulling the blankets up, giggling. “Bear!” She whispers, gripping onto his big face, “Momma was just kissing Santa Claus!!”

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missmaywemeetagain · 4 months

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Got a Lotta Lovin' to Do (A Scarf Universe Story) ❤️‍🔥

Okay, sooooo...this just came to me in a strange fit of inspiration this week. It's naughty but also a little sweet in concept. It may not be for everyone, so let's say it's currently canon adjacent for the Pink Scarf Universe...

This takes place a few months post A Pink Scarf Thanksgiving, in February of 1978. Yes, I know, we make it to '78 and there is something both heart wrenching but also wonderful in that, isn't there?

I wanted something that felt real but also a bit indulgent, and also wanted to bring our spitfire Sandy back into play. In fact, I made it from Sandy's perspective, which was a bit challenging considering the use of second person, but hopefully it makes sense!!

Premise is that Reader is in a fix, desperate to coax a very nervous Elvis back into her bed, and enlists her best friend Sandy to help in an unorthodox way.

Anyway, I'm a bit nervous about this one 😬 and am just sort of testing the waters as a preview, so let me know if you like it and want me to continue it! (Also, the turnaround was fast, so please excuse the semi-rough edit/revision! 🙏🏼)

xoxoxox, Madi 💗

(listen, I know this pic is much earlier than '78, but the vibe is right and the hint of silver at his roots seems applicable and has me in a chokehold, so bear with me here...)

TW: sexy smutty stuff, heading towards a threesome (mff/fmf), mention of medical issues/trauma, sassy Sandy, silver fox Elvis!!🦊

Got a Lotta Lovin’ to Do

February 1978

“Darlin’, you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?” he asks you. Elvis’ eyebrow is halfway to his hairline and he sounds more incredulous than hopeful, but Sandy can see the twinkle in his eyes when they slide over to her. It’s more than a cursory glance, one filled with questions and a latent heat. She wrestles with the urge to fidget under his gaze, clenching and unclenching her fists instead of looking away from his scrutiny.

She’s certainly never been one to back down from a fight, not even with the enigma that is Elvis Presley.

Especially not with him, she thinks.

But Elvis has never looked at her like this before and even knowing him as long as she has, she isn’t unaffected. Despite everything he’s been through this past year, he still has the ability to level a woman with a look, she’ll give him that.

His eyes slide back over to you, and Sandy can breathe again. It’s gonna be a long night, she thinks, if a mere glance has her feeling so exposed.

You nod, biting your lip, and she knows how nervous you are, how desperate you are for this to work. She grabs your hand in solidarity and you squeeze it in return.

If it were anyone but you, she wouldn’t have agreed to this. It is much too messy, but extraordinary people and circumstances call for extraordinary measures, and being in Elvis’ world has always meant living in shades of gray.

Sandy knows she’s the only one you’ll trust with this. For as much shit as she gives Elvis, she loves and cares about you both deeply, more than she might voice in mixed company. And you know she understands why this is so important.

Now the two of you just need to convince Elvis of it, too. Though by the increasing level of tension in the room and the way he adjusts himself in his seat, Sandy doesn’t think it’ll take much persuading.

He cuts quite the figure, sitting there in the plush, golden, velvet chair with his bejeweled fingers tapping a slow and steady rhythm out on the arms. After what happened last summer, he’d finally let his hair grow out to its natural color, the salt-and-pepper combined with glinting silvery streaks. It’s incredibly striking, giving him an even more handsome and regal air than before, if that’s possible. With his new post-recovery regime, he is looking good and, according to you, feeling healthier than he had in years. The result is attractive, to say the least.

But while that side of things improved, the sexual piece apparently has not.

Sandy and you perch on the edge of the bed, sitting so close you are pressed against each other, facing him, waiting for his verdict. Elvis takes in the two of you closely before sliding his eyes back over to her.

“And you, Sandra? You agreed to this?” His voice is laden with curiosity and surprise. She doesn’t blame him.

“Yes, with conditions,” she says, willing her voice to stay steady and calm when she’s feeling anything but.

He chuckles darkly. “Of course. I’d expect nothin’ less from you, honey.”

The endearment, one he’s used with her a million times over the years, now comes out laden and warm, sliding through her veins like liquid heat. She’s not sure how she feels about it, to be honest, but it’s a little late to turn back now.

Sandy looks at you for permission to continue. You nod.

“Okay, first, this is a one-time deal,” she begins, forcing herself to look him straight in those endlessly blue eyes.

His lips curve up with the beginning of a smirk and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what he’s thinking. She thinks it’s funny how he’s posturing, considering the whole reason she is here is to help bolster his confidence, but she supposes over twenty years of adoration from females makes his response a habit.

Honestly, it’s the stipulation she’s the least worried about, it being there more for your sake than hers, and it gives you all an out if this goes south. But boundaries are good for Elvis. So she quirks a brow back at him until he nods.

“Second, no one hears about this. It’s a nonstarter. No bragging to the guys, ever. No one outside this room can ever know…especially not Jerry.”

This is the one she is most worried about. While her marriage to Jerry ended over half a decade ago, on relatively decent terms considering the circumstances, she knows this would cut Jer to the core, and that is not why she’s here. Jerry isn’t in Elvis’ employ anymore, but they are still good friends, brothers even, and she doesn’t want to ruin their relationship.

A cloud of seriousness falls over Elvis’ face, banishing his earlier mirth, and that lets her know they are on the same page with this one, despite his terrible track record of secret keeping. “Done,” he says with finality.

“Good. Third, I reserve the right to bow out at any time,” she adds.

“Honey, I’d never force you to do somethin’ you din’t want to do. Ain’t never been like that and ain’t startin’ now,” he says with surprising gentleness.

She nods, expecting as much. Taking a deep breath, she pauses before the last request, mainly because she can’t believe she’s actually saying it out loud. Might as well just get it done.

“Finally, your dick stays out of my pussy.”

He chuckles at your frankness while you choke, coughing wildly—she hadn’t warned you about this one. It’s more the principle of the thing, really. She is along for the ride, sure, but in the end, she’s mostly here for your wellbeing. And by the way he looks at Sandy with something akin to respect and nods as she rubs his wife’s back, she knows he understands.

You eventually recover from Sandy’s bluntness, turning your attention back to your husband with a hopeful look in your eyes. “So, is this…I mean…do you want to do this, baby?”

For the first time, you see his trepidation, his overwhelm of the situation only barely covered by his mask of humor. This is what you’d been talking about, this reluctance and lack of self-assurance. When you’d come to her about the fact that Elvis hadn’t been intimate with you since the medical crisis that nearly killed him, it made perfect sense. Not only had he gone through something terrifying, but his surgeries also changed his body in ways that must have been uncomfortable. Coupled with extensive recovery and weaning off old medications and starting new ones, it was a recipe for disaster in the bedroom.

Sandy knew you had to be desperate for you to ask her for this kind of help. You knew it wasn’t because Elvis found you unattractive or didn’t love you anymore—he was afraid he couldn’t perform, afraid he couldn’t satisfy you, and you were afraid you’d hurt him somehow. It was obvious your sex life had been amazing in the past, though according to you, it had dwindled the sicker and more in denial about things he’d gotten. But for you to invite her into the bedroom to put the spark back in their marriage wasn’t something Sandy had expected.

Apparently, Elvis loved some girl-on-girl threesome action and had indulged in such things back before you and he had finally gotten together. You were never entirely comfortable with the idea when Elvis brought it up in the past—the idea of sharing him didn’t sit well and knowing Elvis, he’d make some poor woman fall in love with him or someone would talk and you’d be in a fix, so the idea had been nixed before it could take root.

But now you were frantic and willing to try almost anything, which apparently included asking your best friend to fool around with you and your husband.

It’s a matter of trust, you’d said, twiddling your fingers uncomfortably in Sandy’s kitchen, tears pooled in your eyes. You knew she’d never talk, knew she’d never betray you, and most importantly, knew she could separate sex from emotion and would never fall in love with your husband.

It was all true. How could she say no to you when you needed her help so badly? So, here she was, apprehensive but intrigued, waiting for Elvis to decide all of your fates.

“You can just watch, baby, if you want to, or whatever, it’s fine,” you encourage him when he seems frozen and unable to respond. Sandy can see you both floundering in indecision and fear and can’t stand it anymore. She’s never been one for patience or inaction, after all, so without further ado, she silences your pleas for your husband’s attention with her lips.

“Oh!” you exclaim in quiet surprise against her mouth, your hands flailing a bit in resistance.

Talking about something like this and doing it are two different things, Sandy knows, but she persists, kissing you gently, hands cupping your cheeks, until you relax enough to kiss her back. She can’t help but feel a little gratification when you sigh softly and yield to her, your hands flitting to the curve of her hips.

It would be stupid to say she didn’t find both you and Elvis attractive, but never in her wildest dreams had it been in the cards to have either of you, so she’d never dwelled much on it. But now, feeling the weight of his gaze as she laps her tongue between your lips, testing your willingness to do this, her body lights on fire.

She pushes through the foreign feeling of being watched so intimately, knowing this is just as much about putting on a good show than anything else, but she didn’t expect it to be quite so tantalizing. Something about being the one to take charge sends a thrill down her spine. Dragging her lips down your neck to your collarbone, she knows she’s not imagining the rapid fluttering of your pulse under her lips or the way you lean back to give her more access.

You’ve never been with a woman, but she knows it’s been a long time since you’ve had attention of this sort from your man, either so when Sandy trails her fingers down over your breast, she feels the jolt go through you. Her moves are deliberate but slow, allowing you to acclimate, allowing Elvis to take in every movement.

She can’t help the warmth pooling in her belly when she palms the heaviness of your breast, pinching your clothed nipple and you gasp, arching into her with genuine willingness.

“Lord have mercy,” Elvis huffs quietly, and you both know you have him.

It’s much too easy, then, to unbutton your blouse, exposing the white lace bra underneath before pulling hers up over her head to reveal her own. You’d been clear about the white—apparently he gets all kinds of excited about little white underthings—and far be it for her to ignore such a titillating detail.

Sandy takes it upon herself to continue the play, pressing her lips to the soft skin of your décolletage, following the soft rise of your breasts before nuzzling and nipping at the dusky areola peek-a-booing through the lace. Mewling and pawing at her head, you are strung so tight Sandy thinks you’re not acting in the least.

It’s a little strange, this softness of your curves against her own, but pleasant. Moreover is the deep satisfaction in her belly at drawing little whimpers out of you as she kisses and reveals more of your skin. Even more surprising is the gratification of bringing something out of both you and your husband that has been out of reach for much too long.

Your fingers cart through her hair, manicured nails tickling her scalp in a way that makes her vibrate. She arches at the contact and looks up at you with a coy smile, sliding a hand up your smooth leg and under the hem of your skirt.

Elvis clears his throat, interrupting them. “Be good lil’ girls f’me and s-strip down to your panties,” he says in a gravelly voice Sandy has never been privy to hearing. A shiver runs down her spine, melting and churning with all the new feelings the evening is bringing. His tone is halfway between a need and a command and neither of you need to be asked twice.

Her inhibitions fall to the floor in a heap along with pants and skirts and bras. Never once in her life did she expect to feel Elvis’ heavy, heated gaze turned on her nearly naked form but now that it’s happening, she can’t help but squirm a little. She has nothing to prove and is usually confident in her skin, but she’s certainly not a young woman anymore, her body soft and curvy with the changes age brings. Her only consolation is at least the three of you are in relatively the same boat in that regard.

Sneaking a glance at Elvis, she is bit relieved to find his examination admiring rather than turned off. Though, considering he has two naked women ready to do his bidding, it seems the natural response.

“Don’t be shy, Satnin. I’m sure Sandra won’t bite toohard if you touch her,” he muses, those bedroom eyes of his flickering with lust. You giggle nervously and then look to Sandy for permission, which she gives with a nod and a reassuring smile.

Your caress is timid at first, then more exploratory of her body than she expects. Maybe it’s the resounding hum of encouragement from your husband giving you more confidence or just pure sexual energy and curiosity, but whatever it is has Sandy feeling delightful. A tweak of a nipple here. A soft tongue there. Hands and mouths finding a rhythm of pleasure.

Sandy palms your bottom, running her fingertips down along the seam of your white underwear, when Elvis cuts in, his voice thick with desire:

“Play with her an’ make her feel good, Sandra.”

Tingles erupt over her skin. She follows orders, sliding her hand down into your panties and through your soft curls until she reaches your hooded clit. She rubs gently, like she would do to herself, and you gasp in her mouth, body bowing to get more friction.

After a few moments, the unmistakable sound of a zipper clicks through the air. Her body suddenly burns with the scandalous nature of it all, and her excitement surprises her.

“Is she wet?” he asks Sandy.

Sliding her fingers down, she can feel the slick of your arousal on her fingertips.

“Yes,” she says unabashedly.

A pause.

“Are you?” His voice is low and dripping with honey.

A pulse of heat starts throbbing in her core, and for the first time tonight, she stumbles over her words, suddenly breathless. “I…I think so?”

“Honey, see if you’re makin’ Sandra excited,” he commands you, then with humor adds, “She apparently doesn’t know.”

Sandy throws a glare Elvis’ way but then your fingers are cold against the blazing heat of her muff, a sensation which makes her jump as you glide your fingers over sensitive, slick skin.

“She’s soaked,” you relay demurely, and all at once Sandy feels like the tables have turned in this little tableau.

“Show me. Both of you.”

His demand makes her stomach drop, like she’s on a roller coaster.

She feels disappointed when you pull your hand away, and the sentiment feels mutual. Both of you display your shining fingers in the dim light.

Elvis crooks his finger and beckons you both closer.

There’s no helping the curious way her eyes drift down and land on his dusky pink cock, the head peeking out from his foreskin, dripping and standing at full attention now he’s been released from the confines of his black pants. Sandy’s mouth goes dry when she realizes just how much nature has blessed him in ways other than his talent.

Is it wrong that she wants to touch it, to feel the heavy heat of him in her palm? To make him shudder underneath her touch? Perhaps so. The itch to torture him with her body just a little for every cunning remark and every dumbass selfish move he’s made in the last 15 years is strong and it makes her tingle just to think of.

He must read the look on her face because his eyes go a bit wide with something unreadable before narrowing with laser focus.

Her heart starts thudding against her ribcage, all the blood rushing out of her head when he wraps his large hand around her wrist, dwarfing it, and pulls her between his spread muscular thighs. Then he draws those glistening fingers of hers right into his mouth.

She gasps. Every nerve in her body is set alight with fireworks as he sucks her fingers clean of his wife’s arousal, his tongue warm and soft and oh-so thorough.

It’s her whimpering now as he pins her with his flaming eyes. Her breath catches. His mouth pops off her digits.

“Mmm…sweet as a sundae. You’ll see, Sandra Dee.” A slow, sly grin spreads across his handsome face as he releases her wrist.

Being on the other end of that devastating smile, especially in a situation like this, has her trembling. It pisses her off a little, actually, that he’s having this effect, and by the glint in his eye, he knows it.

Like he’s saying, Game on.

Then, he looks to you, pulling you close. His mischievousness softens slightly. Sandy is glad to see under the red flush of pleasure on your cheeks there is also a look of relief on your face, as if you are thinking, “Oh, thank heavens, it’s working.”

Sandy steps back, happy to give the couple space, but Elvis’ hand shoots out, latching onto her arm.

“Nuh uh, now where d’ya think you’re goin’?” It’s husky and playful but also fraught with an undercurrent of tension, as though he’s not quite ready and maybe a little nervous about being alone with his wife. He keeps his hand on her arm but turns his attention to you.

“Haven’t sampled another pussy in a loooong time, lil’ mama,” he drawls up at you, “Ya sure you wanna give daddy a taste?” His brow quirks, asking for permission, making sure you’re still comfortable with this arrangement you’ve surprised him with. The words are confident, but Sandy can hear the gravity behind them.

You nod encouragingly. “Yes.”

“Mm’kay then,” and then he sucks your fingers right into his mouth.

Sandy can’t help but blush wildly as she watches him savor her off his wife’s hand. And it’s positively obscene the way he opens his eyes and stares into hers brazenly as he does it.

Never has she felt quite so exposed. Arousal swirls in her core, betraying all her sensibilities.

Elvis runs his tongue under his upper lip after he’s done, where he lets it peek out at the corner of his mouth with a smirk. “Now ain’t that jus’ the cherry on top,” he purrs, eyes sparkling.

Sandy hates how she goes a bit weak in the knees at that. God, this man infuriates her, always has in that loving way of his, but this is a whole different level of understanding and intimacy she’s not accustomed to with him.

But whether she likes it or not, her body is absolutely buzzing with anticipation for the both of you, as evidenced by the way she clenches her thighs and the way her panties get just a little bit more ruined.

The motion doesn’t go unnoticed by Elvis, and his gaze darkens.

Oh, it’s gonna be a long night, alright.

A long night, indeed.

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starsurface · 3 months

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Love all your content, always makes me smile! If it's okay, how about (MK1) Johnny Cage with a babyspace regressor? 💗

Yes of course!!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage w/ Babyspace Regressor Hcs

⭐️ Yeeeeees!!!! Such a good CG!!!!!

⭐️ He specializes more with toddlers, but absolutely ADORES baby regressors

⭐️ Can and Will carry you EVERYWHERE

⭐ ️He's strong!! Gotta show off how much of a strong Dada he is!! 💪

⭐️ He finds it really funny if you try to flex your muscles after he does, little copycat

⭐️ Shows you off to all his friends when your tiny

⭐️ Like, have you seen his cute little Munchkin? Just in case you haven't, here they are again!! On my hip, looking adorable :D

⭐️ Fashion shows!!!

⭐️ Totally dresses you up in cute outfits and takes pictures (if your okay with it)

⭐️ You get nice pictures too!!! Nice lighting, cutely posing you, you look so adorable 🥺

⭐️ Would love to make a little baby book of your photos if you're chill with it, if not they're saved and locked on his phone

⭐️ You on his hip, twirling as you two look in the mirror and he calls you pretty or handsome :(

⭐️ Favorite CG nicknames are Daddy, Dada, and you just babbling and grabby hands

⭐️ His heart actually melts at your grabby hands (and you can get him to get you anything you want)

⭐️ Thinks your babbling is so funny, and will chuckle and ask you questions

⭐️ I am not saying Johnny is a pushover . . . I am saying that you're just too tiny to actually be naughty!! One look of ‘🥺’ and any type of punishment is out of mind

⭐️ Is more stricter with toddlers or bigger kids, but your just a baby

⭐️ . . . Unless your a bratty baby, then he's not as much of a pushover 😒

⭐️ Wouldn't give you a punishment because your too tiny, maybe if you were a bit older you'd get a timeout

⭐ ️Give him that fork friend- How did you get all the way to the kitchen?! He just sat you down for a nap!

⭐️ Although since your tiny, it's another reason you get away with a bunch of stuff

⭐️ Also a bit of an enabler, especially of pranks (unless it's harmful and such)

⭐️ Unless it's him, no pranking Dada >:(

⭐️ (^ You can easily get away with pranking him as long as you try to act cute, he lets it go every time)

⭐️ Favorite things to call you are Pookie Wooky Baby Bear, Munchkin, Kiddo, Baby Boy/Girl, Pumpkin

⭐️ Really good with diaper regressors, and is super gently through the process

⭐️ You are his baby and there's no reason for you to need a babysitter >:(

⭐️ . . . Is what he'd say if he wasn't so busy :(

⭐️ He's gone for long periods of times, new gigs and having to go out for weeks sometimes

⭐️ Don't worry, you only get the best babysitters!! (Kenshi's on speed dial)

⭐️ He also guesses that he could let his other friends watch you- But he isn't going to like it!! >:(

⭐️ (^ He's just joking, gotta be dramatic so his baby knows he cares <3)

⭐️ Actively encourages playdates even if your a bit too small, maybe you could show them your stuffie!! :D

⭐️ Finds tummy time fun and will buy you a nice playmat for it

⭐️ Tummy time on him? Sign him up!! That sounds adorable!!

⭐️ Also laughs if you try to eat his nose, you just get so cute!!

⭐️ Another active spoiler

⭐️ And how could he not spoil you?! Your so cute and precious 🥺

⭐️ Anything you want, blankies, munchies, stuffies

⭐️ Any Johnny Cage merch? Don't be all shy! He loves the fact you love him, he's awesome, he loves himself too 😎

⭐️ ^ Might tease you when your bigger though, even if he was the one that got you the stuff

⭐️ Any kind of artwork not only gets to go on the fridge, it gets framed too

⭐️ ^ Yes, even your two wobbly lines, you worked so hard on them!! (Before you passed out for naptime-) but still!! :D

⭐️ Very good with naptime and fussy regressors

⭐️ Will gently swaddle you, brush your hair, scratch your head, snuggle all the awakeness out of you

⭐️ And probably fall asleep himself, but I didn't say anything

⭐️ Ugh, he adores baby regressors so, so much <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #mortal kombat agere #age regression headcanons #sfw agere #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #caregiver johnny cage #cg johnny cage #mk1 johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage

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protective-mama-bear · 2 months

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Smiling Psychopaths Headcanon: Lovesick reaction in seeing her 'precious friends' awfully injured or close to dying.

Haha? Angst, my fav food >:D

Twisted!Bubba Bubbaphant

"Twisty? Twisted?... Twisted?!!"

"P-Please... this isn't funny, Twisted... this isn't funny... TWISTED!!!"

"...I kill whoever did this... how dare they... How dare they hurt our boss... i promised... I WILL NOT LET THEM ESCAPE..."

Mob!CatNap

"Nappy? Please wake up... please, my friend... don't you remember that you needed to help me with practised using guns?... y-you really should be awake, Mob... please..."

"Please don't leave me... you're the only person... that i think of my own family... like my own brother... p-please... stay awake for me, will you?"

"How dare they... How dare that insolent hurted my friend! Oh, this time... i will not let them escape... this time, they will understand to never... ever... anger the bear."

Slasher!DogDay

"Slasher? Are you here? Slasher!– oh my goodness! SLASHER!!"

"W-Who... Who dare do this to you!?... oh god, Pudding... p-please sweetheart, please stay awake for me... i'll call for Twisted to help... hang on for me... please..."

"I promised i'll hunt those foolish people down... i promised that i will make them feel nothing but regret for doing this to you, Slasher... you have my words."

Emotionless!CraftyCorn (the people that dare harm Lovesick crush is really wanted a death wish–)

"Spotlight? Is everything alright? You have been quiet... too quiet... i'm going in! Spotlight?– SPOTLIGHT!!"

"O-Oh... oh god... Spotlight! P-Please wake up, my dear Spotlight... d-don't do this to me, Spotlight... y-you can't leave me, you can't!... Spotlight... my sweet Spotlight... hang on, i'll bring you back to Twisted... stay with me, my love... please."

"How foolish... so very foolish... how dare they harm my sweet Spotlight... how f*cking dare they... oh, you can run, naughty cubs... but you can't hide from me, you have made a big mistake."

Violent!KickinChicken

"That stubborn Lil Rascal! I told him not to catch up to them alone, those people seem dangerous... and i don't like this bad feeling that i'm feeling... i need to find him... fast."

"Violent? Violent!?... V-Violent? Oh god, VIOLENT!! Oh, dear Star! Who did this to you!? O-Okay, stay calm Sunshine... i know it hurt, but please stay calm, h-here, let me use this to wrapped up the wound... oh god..."

"Stay with me alright, Sunshine? I'm carrying you back to Twisted and hopefully he can heal you... now, don't try to be stubborn; you will get help, whether you like it or not, Violent... please Sunshine... thank you..."

"Sunshine is asleep... Twisted, i can't help but overhear that you wanted to see those 'people' that harm Violent... please, let me come with you... don't worry, i won't harm them too much because we both know that Violent want to do it... why i'm doing this? Well... nobody dare hurt my little cubs, and that including Violent."

Poison!Hoppy Hopscotch

"...Crap, i lost track of her. But again, it's no surprising since Poison is the fastest out of all of us... but it still awed me from how fast she can be... i need to find her, the last thing i wanted is for her to get hurt..."

"If i remember correctly, she would be right over–... POISON!! Oh dear god, Lil Hopster! Who dare did this to you!? O-Okay, stay calm... let's stay calm... god..."

"Your wound is deep but i'm sure Twisted can fix this but i needed to carry you for us to go back to the mansion... oh, Buttercup, please don't cry... i know it hurt but i promise everything will be fine... here, let me carry you... let's go home..."

"CP, dear! Can i ask you a tiny favor? Would you like to go with me in taking care a few... naughty cubs? I promised i let you have their meat after we're done. Haha, thank you CP, i'm sure we both will have a lot of... fun."

Corrupted!PickyPiggy

"So, this is the place? Violent say that CP was last seen visiting this AU... but she haven't come back to the mansion and what worried me more that it is past her dinner... that's no good, CP never late for food... oh, i hope she's alright."

"CP? Pumpkin?... is that? O-Oh dear... CP!!! S-Stay calm, Pumpkin! I'm heading over there! O-Oh heavens, so much blood! H-Here, let me wrap this up with this... shh, shh... i know it hurt Pumpkin, i know it hurts but bear with me, okay? We're getting you back to the mansion and let Twisted fix you up..."

"Oh, Pumpkin... don't worry, mama's here and she will never ever leave you... you're a strong girl and i'm proud of you; now don't cry, Pumpkin... let's take you back to the mansion. Here, let me carry you."

"Violent! Poison! Can you both be a dear and help me with something? I needed to take care a few insolents for what they done to my little cub, you know how i dislike someone hurted my favorite little cub~ now, don't worry, you both will have a lot of fun and beside... i'm sure you both needed some excitement right now, haha~"

And that's it! Man, writing this while hearing sad music is really helping it, lmao–

Anyway–

Twisted!Bubba Bubbaphant, Violent!KickinChicken, Mob!CatNap and Slasher!DogDay by @smiling-psychopaths

Lovesick!Bobby BearHug by me :3

Emotionless!CraftyCorn by @emotionless-craftycorn

Poison!Hoppy Hopscotch by @jumptothemoon

Corrupted!PickyPiggy by @picky-and-corrupted-picky

#smiling critters #smiling psychopaths #smiling psychopaths headcanon #bobby bearhug #bubba bubbaphant #catnap #dogday #craftycorn #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #picky piggy

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alicedash2 · 1 year

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oh my god.. i had such a weird idea. how about a scenario with Law x Reader as ASL sister where they see a hickey/bite on her neck (from Law of course.) modern au if possible? as always, you can ignore it if you don't like it!! Thank you!!

(I wrote through a translator, as I am not very good at writing in English. I apologize.)

Hello, anon! It's okay, my English is not very good too HEAHEAHE!

Well, I hope you like it!

ASL Brothers seeing bites of love in YN's neck

YN was lucky for the ASL trio, the boys were always very protective, it was like Princess Shirahoshi, very well protected by the brothers!

But, for inconvenience or not, YN is Law's girlfriend, who was also very protective and a very passionate man, even though he didn't show it much, sometimes he showed it in different ways...

-hm?YN, what's that on your neck?- Sabo asked, gently brushing YN's hair back.

-hm? Ah... just... a hickey...and bites- YN replied a little embarrassed

- it's in a purple tone, it looks like you hit your neck... no... there are some teeth marks here too, what are you doing?-

-well, like I said, it's hickey and bites! But of love!-

-...who made this?-

- hmmm? Who else would it be?-

-Hide it, or Ace will go after Law again!-

-it won't, and yes, I will hide it.-

°•°•°•

ASL's house~

-I'm so hungry, YN, it's your turn to make dinner today- Ace said as he sat in the chair

- I know, I already prepared some things beforehand- YN said taking the pan off the stove

-oh, serious? Let me see!- Ace approached YN, staying behind YN

-Ace, back off! The pan is very hot! Be careful, idiot!-

-...Hey, why are you wearing that kind of clothes? Wait... Why is there a purple mark on your neck? Oh, on your shoulder too!-

- that's none of your business, Ace!-

- YN, Don't tell me...-

-hm?what?-

- Don't tell me that Law hit you! Damn! I'm going after him!-

-what?- Luffy sees Ace with a angry face

- Ace, stop! He didn't hit, it's something else!-

- PFFT-he hit you?! Ace, let's go after him NOW!-

- NO! STOP!-

Luffy and Ace who were running towards the door, stop to look at YN

-ah?!-

- that's not it! And if he hit me, I would tell you, but I didn't because it's a private thing!-

-..ahem...I see- Ace said while understanding the situation

-what is it then?- Luffy asks

- it's nothing,Luffy, let's eat before it gets cold-

- naughty- Ace said

- SHUT UP!-

°•°•°•

- these boys, they only give me headaches!- YN said fixing her hair

-Did Ace find out?-Sabo asked while he read a book

- for my misfortune, yes, as a bonus, Luffy got hysterical too, I just hope they didn't threaten Law-

-probably have already done or are doing it-

YN wonders if they would be at Law's house, with scary looks and making threats

- I didn't think Law would make it so apparent, I feel so ashamed!-

- talk to him, it's YOUR boyfriend- Sabo said

- Sabo, shut up! Agh!Why did I decide to be your sister?!-

- Ha! you decided, now bear the consequences!-

-AGH! I hate and love you guys at the same time!- YN said with a smile

#one piece #one piece x reader #asl brothers #asl one piece #monkey d. luffy #ace sabo luffy

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Spit-Shine

Summary: A surprise visit to Andy's office leads to an impromptu game of show and tell.

Warnings: Smut, Andrew Barber, Oral (fem rec), Daddy Kink, Pussy Slapping, Semi-Public Sex, Naughty Office Shenanigans, Butt Plugs (mentioned), Role Play (mentioned), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This drabble is part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and Reblogs are all welcomed and encouraged. I love hearing from you, so please let me know your thoughts! All mistakes are my own. I'm tired so I'll do a better job of proofreading tomorrow.

___

"Show me."

Eyes wide, you sit there in shock staring back at your fiance. Had he really just uttered those words out loud? "Andrew!" You hiss as you feel your cheeks heat. "No!"

Andy leans back in his chair, his chin casually resting between his thumb and index finger. "Why do you look so scandalized, baby?" He asks, letting his deep baritone wash over you, sending pleasurable pinpricks straight to your core.

"Because we're in your office right now, and there are - there are people outside!"

Granted, most of them were out for lunch. But still!

"Guess that just means you'll have to be quiet." Your Big Man then rises from his seat and heads towards the door. A small shiver courses through you when you hear the snick of the lock clicking into place.

Now, you were well and truly trapped.

"This is hi-highly inappropriate." You stammer out as he prowls even closer. Seemingly of their own accord, your eyes can’t help but stray to the impressive bulge forming in his pants.

"Baby girl,” he sighs, picking you up and depositing you on his desk as if you weigh nothing. “You can't just come prancing into my office rocking that tight little skirt and those fuck-me-heels, drop that delicious little bomb, and then expect me to let you walk out the door." He pokes out his bottom lip in a delectable pout, silently urging you to give in.

“You asked me what I did today and I told you!” You quietly squeal, pushing at his chest as he leans in for a kiss. “I’ll - I’ll let you look all you want when you get home, okay?”

Undeterred, your man chooses instead to sit down in the seat you used to occupy. “But I want to see it now,” Andy rasps as he brushes his soft lips against the smooth skin of your calf. “So, be my good girl and fucking show me.”

Pulse thrumming in your ears, you finally do as he asks. Biting your lip, you slowly spread your thighs, baring yourself to your man’s hungry gaze.

“Mmm. There she is.” He purrs, taking in the sight of your freshly waxed pussy. “And would you look at that...no panties.”

“You know how sensitive I can be sometimes.” You whisper, feeling more than a little dirty. “Especially after my, ah, appointments.”

Your man didn't really give a fuck about your particular grooming habits. As long as you didn't try to keep your his cunt from him, the two of you got along just fine.

“So, my baby’s feeling a little sensitive, huh? Poor thing.” He tuts, his tone coming off just shy of teasing.

"Yes," you whisper, hoping that your Andy Bear was about to kiss it better.

Resting his hands on your parted knees, he leans in and buries his face between your sensitive folds. Maintaining his grip, he inhales your sweet, earthy scent into his lungs before letting out a strangled groan. And then he does it again, this time pulling you even closer.

Sometimes your man could be so fucking filthy.

“You know,” Andy mumbles as he nibbles at your damp flesh. “Sometimes I’ll just be sitting in my office, minding my own business, and I’ll think about her.” A quiet whimper escapes when you feel the tip of his tongue begin to lightly tease your clit. “The way you taste, your smell, those little sounds you make just before you cum. Fuck!” He slams his palm down on the flat surface beneath you. “Swear to god, you have no idea just how crazy you make me.”

“Oh!” Without warning, your man presses a hand to your abdomen, forcing you back so that you’re resting your elbows on his desk.

“You know what this pretty cunt needs, baby girl?” Using his thick fingers, he delicately parts your lips as his eyes darken with pure, unadulterated lust.

“Wh-what?” You breathe, feeling incredibly exposed sitting here on display like this in the middle of the workday.

“A little spit-shine.” He gazes up at you, his beard already glistening with your arousal. “You gonna let me clean you up, baby girl? Give Daddy a little taste to get him through the rest of his afternoon?”

You feel your nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of your blouse as you process his words. If your man was this desperate to have you here and now, then who were you to deny him?

Blowing out a shaky breath, you nod. That’s all the encouragement Andy needs. Wordlessly, he drapes your leg over his shoulder, opening you up to him even more.

“Mine.” He purrs, pressing an intimate kiss to the inside of your thigh. But it quickly becomes clear that that that isn’t enough to satisfy him. Wrapping his brawny arms around your hips, he lowers his eager mouth to your dripping pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” You hiss, slapping a hand over your mouth as he swirls his expert tongue through your messy folds. He moans deep and low in his throat, openly reveling in the sweet flavor that was all uniquely you.

Andy then moves to pay special attention to your swollen bundle of nerves. He sucks the nub into his mouth, humming in pleasure as he does. Drunk on your taste, he repeats the action, enjoying the way your thighs begin to tremble. Releasing you with a slight pop, he continues his sensual assault, allowing his tongue to rhythmically flick and stroke over your responsive clit with sinful precision.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Comes his harsh growl as you buck and writhe from your place beneath him. “Ride my face, just like that. Wanna drown in all this sweet honey.”

“Ungh!” You mewl, desperately seeking relief when you feel two thick, long fingers enter you. Andy pumps them in and out of you, twisting them just so as they seek out that special spot inside of you.

You try your best to be quiet as your big bear of a man unapologetically makes a meal out of your drenched pussy. He brazenly slurps at your core, losing himself in every breathy moan. A thin sheen of sweat coats your skin as you feel yourself hurtling towards your impending orgasm.

“Daddy, I’m close!” You whine as you squirm in his grasp. “So so so close!”

You let out a sharp cry when Andy’s big hand comes down hard on your slit. The unexpected roughness has you clenching down his fingers as your eyes roll back in your head.

“Hush, baby.” He grunts, his teeth lightly grazing your pulsing nub. “Don’t want anyone interrupting our special time.” And then he goes back to greedily sucking and tongue fucking your needy pussy.

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!

One of your hands dives into his hair, yanking at the dark strands as you urge him on. You felt so fucking dirty letting him have you like this, taking pleasure in the filthy fucking sounds your man makes while he frantically enjoys his midday treat.

“Gonna wear you for the rest of the day.” He whispers, his words coming out slightly muffled. “Fucking love you.” You’re so caught up in your own bliss that you almost don’t hear him.

Taking advantage of your position, you grind your pelvis against his bearded face. If he wanted to drown in you, then damn it, then your man was about to fucking drown.

“Andy!” You sob, biting your fist. You feel your control slipping when your pussy gushes for him once again. “Oh, Daddy, I feel it!”

“Then give fucking give it to me!” He commands, the authority in his voice making your inner muscles convulses around him. “Don’t make me wait, little girl.”

“Fuuuuck!” You cry as you continue to ride his face, letting him milk your orgasm from you for all it’s worth as you crest over the edge. Lights and colors explode behind your eyes as white-hot pleasure surges through your veins.

Andy continues to lap at you while you slowly come down from your high, ensuring that you enjoy the descent.

When you finally come back to reality, both of you are still breathing hard. His hair is disheveled and his navy blue tie is askew. And you know without even having to look that your gray skirt is wrinkled as fuck.

But try as you might, you just can’t seem to give a shit.

“Woah.” You whisper as your man places one last, delicate kiss against the sensitive skin behind your knee.

“Thank you, baby.” Andy hums. You watch through lidded eyes as he wipes his mouth with his hand before lewdly licking his palm. “That should be enough to get me through the rest of the day.”

Casting one last, long look at your pussy, he can’t help but smile as he takes in the sight of your puffy, slightly reddened flesh.

“Looks like you’ve got a little beard burn.” He quips, his tone dripping with male satisfaction.

“Comes with the territory.” You murmur as you weakly slap his greedy hand away. “Fix me up and walk me out?”

Grinning, your man helps you stand up before straightening your clothes. Once he’s done, he leans down to take your lips, letting you taste yourself. You keep the kiss deep and playful, with both of you taking your time as you happily explore every inch of each other’s mouths.

“I love you, Andy.” You breathe when you both come up for air.

“Love you too, baby girl.” Andy’s hands tenderly grip your ass, giving your globes a tender squeeze. "So damn much."

Knowing you both have to get back to your day, you finally allow him to lead you out of his office. Keeping your head down, you struggle to keep yourself from blushing as you wave to a few of his staff members.

"Bye, Y/N!" One of his interns calls out at your retreating form. "It was good seeing you today. Hope you come back soon!"

"Definitely." You murmur as you feel your core spasm.

___

“You wanna play tonight?” Your man whispers when you’re both convinced that you are out of earshot.

“Uh huh.” You nod, unconsciously tucking your smaller body into his side.

“You in the mood to play with Nice Daddy or Mean Daddy, sweetheart?” He presses a loving kiss to your wild curls while he waits for your answer.

“Um…” You pause, weighing your options. “I’m thinkin’ I might want you to be a little mean.”

“Oh yeah?” Having reached the lobby, your Big Man sweetly cups your cheek. “You sure?”

“Yes.” You tell him with a shy smile. “In fact, I’m thinking that I might want to try my new present.” You bat your eyelashes up at him, enjoying the way his sinful blue eyes flare at the prospect of using the toy he’d recently purchased for you.

“Really? You want me to do that to you?”

Standing on your tiptoes, you force him to lean down so that you can whisper in his ear. After all, just because you were in the mood to be naughty didn't mean that you needed to broadcast it to everyone.

“Please plug my ass tonight, Daddy.” You purr, loving how he tenses beneath your hands. “I want to know what it’s like to have both my holes stuffed full.”

“O-okay.” He coughs, more than a little surprised by your racy admission.

Giving your man one last kiss, you sashay your way out the door, leaving a stunned Andy Barber in your wake.

Oh well. You knew he would recover.

Eventually.

END

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 year

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Mommy!December: Day 11

Request: Dumbification+ toys with Mommy!Hyunjin .

Content Includes: Hard Dom Mommy!Hyunjin x sub!fem reader,humiliation, toys, use of vibrating dildo, squirting, handcuffs, punishment, Hyunjin calls reader ‘bunny’, nipple play, reader has female anatomy, aftercare

Word Count: 595

‘You don’t deserve my cock when you’ve been a naughty bunny’ Hyunjin’s hand pressed harshly against your pubic bone, a loud whine leaving your mouth as the vibrating dildo nudged into your G-spot.

Hyunjin smiled in pride when he heard the clacking of the handcuffs against the headboard, his hand pressing harder when you writhed under his touch.

‘Mommy, please. Want you…inside of me’ Tears were streaming down your face, your thighs shaking as you were so close to reaching your peak, the sweat glistening on your chest and brow.

‘I really want to be inside of you too’ Hyunjin sighed dramatically as he slowly pulled the vibrator inch by inch out of you, leaving only the tip of it to poke and prod at the entrance.

‘But Mommy needs to teach you a lesson on how to be an obedient bunny’ His tone darkened and his face became more stern as he turned the dildo onto its highest vibrational setting.

He spoke in a cool, almost humiliating tone as he shifted to spread your legs wider ‘And so instead of me being inside your wet and tight cunt’ Hyunjin unexpectedly rammed the dildo inside of you further, smirking as he loved the sound of the scream you just gave him.

‘You’re going to be fucked dumb by this cold, plastic toy until you learn to be a good bunny for me’.

Hyunjin hovered over you, his legs outside of yours so he could gain a better view of the drool and spit dripping down your chin has he roughly fucked the toy into you, only pulling half-way before slamming it right into your G-spot.

‘Mommy…please’ Your eyes rolled back in your head as your core tightened, your cum and lube sucking the dildo further and the sensations were over-bearing on your g-spot and cervix area.

‘Say it’ Hyunjin’s eyebrow quirked, running his free hand up your stomach and tweaking your nipples, a wince leaving your throat as your wrists were straining against the handcuffs, your thighs spasming at how close you were.

‘Cum..Mommy…Cum’ The feeling was over-empowering and your head was foggy, the coil twisted so tight inside of you it was almost hurting.

Hyunjin chuckled darkly, reaching out to cup your face so he could see your glazed eyes boring into yours.

‘Mmm, finally.’ Hyunjin’s eyes lit up and he pulled his hand away, snapping the heel of his palm against your pubic bone.

‘Ahhhhh!’ You screamed as your body writhed, feeling a gush squirt out onto you as your mind became hazy, feeling your cunt clench around the dildo.

‘Good girl, that’s my good bunny’ He gently rubbed circles against your stomach as he pulled the dildo out slowly, loving how you twitched and squirmed from the sensitivity.

‘Are you okay?’ All you could do was nod, your eyes glazed and head spinning as Hyunjin leaned over to undo the handcuffs, pulling your limp arms down and slowly rubbing circles into your wrists.

He didn’t speak while he massaged your wrists, just imprinting the image of how you looked in his mind.

Chest heaving, cunt dripping, lips slicked with saliva and the wet stain on the bed-sheets.

This is what Hyunjin took pride in.

By being to fuck you so well you couldn’t speak or move, his disobedient bunny now a wet and drooling mess in front of him.

‘Rest for a few minutes bunny’ He leaned over and kissed your forehead, brushing the sticky strands away from your face.

‘You’ll need it for when I make you squirt on my cock’.

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glowingbadger · 11 months

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Carpe Diem more like Carpe Petat amirite

Does this mean we get Team Urameshi reacting to sexy outfit?? :3c

As a matter of fact it DOES

(note that for YYH I write the immediately post-canon stage that the end of the manga describes, so everyone is of age)

Wearing something sexy for them - Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, Kurama x GN/AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+

Yusuke: For him, it's more about how hot it is that you want to dress up just to turn him on. He's got extremely broad tastes, but his favorites are kinky, costume-style outfits- a school uniform or maid outfit, something that really emphasizes how naughty you want to be just for him. Depending on his mood, he'll either rip the clothes off of you like tissue paper, wearing the cocky smirk even if you pout about how now you'll have to buy a new outfit, or he'll just revel in the way the tight, skimpy clothes emphasize your curves while he fucks you breathless in his bed.

"Damn, babe, you went and got this sexy little number just for me? Y'know... it kinda makes me wanna call your bluff. If you're gonna get me all riled up wearin' something like that, I hope you're ready to take my cock til I'm worn out- and we both know that could take a while."

Kuwabara: he's an absolute sucker for those classically feminine, frilly style lingerie sets- a babydoll with cups that just barely cover your breasts and a frilled hem teasing around your hips, that sort of thing. He'd never even realized it would be such a turn on until he comes home to you waiting on his bed all dressed up, with a cute little, "welcome home, Kazuma~~" and he just blanks for a minute. Once he's got his bearings though, he's just desperate to spoil you in return, and you can immediately tell that your little outfit has got him even bigger and harder than usual.

"Oh- wow, uh, I mean- woah, you... You look. Good. Like, uh, really, really good. Stop laughing! C'mon, I can't think straight with you lookin' all cute an' sexy like that, okay?! Well, fine- if you're gonna do all this for me, then I'll just show you how much I like it!"

Hiei: there's a lot about human sexual culture that he doesn't quite "get," so a lot of costumes and lingerie would be more confusing and frustrating for him than anything- he's most likely to just tear the outfit off of you, wasting no time. That said, a simple collar that he can tug on while he's deep inside of you can get him especially riled up- or even a tiny thong that he can just tug aside to thrust into you roughly from behind. Something minimal that accents your state of undress and draws his eye, but won't keep him from having you.

"Trying to tempt me? Tch. Don't waste your time. You know that if I want you, I'll have you- these little scraps of fabric are just a distraction."

Kurama: oooohhh, Kurama. Always a man of subtle, refined and surprisingly kinky tastes, for him it's more about his desire to choose what you wear. He relishes his control over you, and that you give him that control freely and willingly. He loves to pick out a just-too-short or just-too-tight outfit for you to wear out for a date (and his tastes are, of course, exquisite), then silently smirk each time he notices someone else eyeing you. It all just heightens his anticipation for that night, when he'll carefully and slowly undress you while telling you in great detail how he admired your body all day. Oh also Kurama loves when you wear something of his and he can enjoy your scent on it later maybe while jerking off

"You noticed, didn't you? The way they stared at you today? I can hardly blame them when you look so tempting... Though of course, if any even thought for a moment of approaching you, I'm afraid I would have to intervene. You're mine, after all. Perhaps it's a bit self-indulgent of me, but I do so enjoy dressing you up as I like."

#yu yu hakusho #yyh #yu yu hakusho headcanons #not sfw #yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara #hiei #kurama #yusuke yyh #kuwabara #juwabara yyh #hiei yyh #kurama yyh #x reader #yu yu hakusho x reader

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age-of-play-i-say · 1 year

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Puppy Fever, pt. 1

I just have a cold, but I woke up aching and foggy, barely able to manage texting Daddy for help. Daddy appeared quickly, with a warm milk drink for me to wake up with. He coos as I take my medicine, and cannot stand my eyes watering as he breaks the news that he has to return to work while I languish in bed. He’d prefer I stay comfortable in my cozy bed, but I can’t bear to have him out of my sight when I’m like this.

He holds a finger up in the doorway and says “Give me 5 minutes, little one, and then Dada won’t leave your sight again” and I can hear him in every room, shuffling around with purpose. I doze unhappily, drinking my sippy cup and hugging my teddy bear stuffie.

Daddy reappears in the doorway and strides for my bed, sliding his arms underneath my body before bracing himself to scoop me up, blankets and all.

I moan, sore and miserable, and snuffle into Daddy's neck.

He does his best not to jostle me, walking slowly. As he does he whispers "I was saving this for your birthday, but today seems like the right time for a treat."

We round the corner to his office and I peer around his neck to see something new - a large plush doggie bed designed to fit under his desk, with grooves for his legs and feet to fit too. I cling to him and kick my feet happily before groaning from the exertion.

He bounces me lovingly before setting me down to explore my new spot. He adjusts my blanket to wrap around my shoulders and gives my bare bottom a pat.

"Go on, sweetie, there are other goodies in your little baby corner. I'll be right here the whole time, and this way you don't have to go anywhere for my Zoom meeting later on."

I drop to my knees and crawl in. Out of sight, there's a small space heater, a DVD player with my comfort movies queued, starting with Lilo and Stitch. My favorite stuffies are all in attendance.

He also set up a small breakfast tray of different drinkies, snacks, and cold meds. As a final touch, the cold meds have a sticky note slapped on top that says 'grown ups only, Daddy will take care of it'

I coo happily, feeling warm all over for the first time since this cold hit me hard. I peek my face out and mean to thank Daddy, but no words come out. Instead my eyes get watery and I fling myself forward, hugging one of his legs.

He relaxes and settles into his chair, petting my upper back and hair before murmuring, "Sick as a dog, so I figured you might want to be my puppy for today." I whimper and hug his leg tighter, my bare bottom pressing on his socked foot. I'm turning pinker than my fever flush, not sure why I'm so blushy.

I look up at Daddy curiously.

"Puppy?" I ask. He nods.

"Puppies don't have to speak, they get pets, tummy rubs, snacks." I nod, laying my head back on his knee before he says, "and any accidents or humpies without permission aren't naughty when you're a puppy." My head swivels to meet his gaze.

He was waiting for me. He leans down and pats the bottom of my puppy pen. It crinkles. He grins and leans back up.

"Lined with puppy pads and the base cushion is washable, so my sweet pup doesn't have to think about anything at all if they don't want to."

My lil winkie pulses against his leg without any movement from me, giving away my thoughts. He chuckles before continuing,

"You can also make humpies if you're up to it, or you can ask Daddy for help. No limits on anything that makes my baby feel good today, okay?"

I nod, still fever-flushed but so aroused by his love and care. I don't look up at him and instead start rolling my hips against his leg.

He chuffs happily and focuses back in on his laptop, ignoring his puppy-baby churning their growing winkie on his bare ankle.

I squeal a few seconds later when my orgasm hits unexpectedly, leaving me gasping and shaking. I've been feeling so awful that getting off felt like a chore, and now Daddy has put me deep in headspace, caring for me more deeply than I've ever known.

No wonder I'm sensitive.

I sigh contentedly and give my sore hips one final waggle before lifting off, grabbing a drinkie from the tray and two stuffies and settling back between Daddy's legs, safe and sound.

#maple writes #maple speaks #uhhhh #puppy pl4y #agepl4y omo #dd/nb #dd/lb

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sserpente · 2 years

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A/N: Request from @ppartridgee. Naughty, spooky, fluffy. Well, I know I’m perfectly content now! :D

Words: 2616 Warnings: smut, fluff

Additional NSFW warnings: Daddy kink (well, that’s certainly a first on this blog!)

Thud. You scrambled to your feet when the door fell shut, shutting the book in your hands and frantically shoving it under your pillow. William Ransome had no business finding out what you were reading. You had bought the novel on your trip to London and Lord, was it sinful… about a young woman who fell in love with the priest of her town after he had convinced her that the only way to repent for her sins was to pleasure him… You bit your lower lip. Yes. William Ransome definitely had no business finding out about any of that.

“Don’t you think…” he began instead of a greeting, “…that you are exaggerating a little bit with all of your Halloween decoration?” You grinned when he stepped into your field of vision and crossed your arms before your chest, holding back a cough. You’d been feeling quite horrible and worn out all morning, like an invisible force was pulling at your limbs. You already suspected that you were getting sick but as long as you still had chores to do, you were unwilling to give in to it.

“No. Why?” The entire house was full of pumpkins. Some you had drawn funny faces on, others now made scary grimaces. Nearer the spookiest day of the year, you would carve some of them too and stuff them with a candle so they’d illuminate the darkness after dusk.

The vicar smiled and shook his head.

“I made some pumpkin soup, you want some?”

“Oh? Pumpkin soup? Good god, where did you get the pumpkins for it?” He asked jokingly as he sat down at the table.

Chuckling, you staggered over to your small kitchen area to heat up the pot. Will regularly came here ever since his wife died. There was a sad loneliness about the vicar that deeply touched you and somehow… you had found friendship in one another. Well… Will had found friendship in you. You had found a man you didn’t dare confess your love to.

You had not spoken about Stella in a while but you were unsure whether Will was still grieving, for if he was… you would never want to put him in a position where he’d have to choose between your friendship or… you sighed. Whatever the second option was.

“The kids and teens in town will go crazy again…” He sighed, burying his face in his hands. “I just hope they’ll live the church alone.”

“Oh, I’m sure they will. Last year was an exception and those responsible moved away. It’ll be fine. I’m looking forward to handing out some sweets, in any case.”

“They’ll be running your door in. You are the only one who puts effort into Halloween. I just wish you would…” Will looked up with an apologetic expression on his face. “I just wish you would… tone it down just a little bit. I couldn’t bear the villagers starting to call you a witch and ask me to cast you out or perform an exorcism on you.”

Heat pooled in your core, making you gasp quietly. Instantly, you were reminded of that one scene in the book where the priest had tied the protagonist to the altar as naked as Eve and then proceeded to lick every single inch of her body until he’d reached her wet folds, a teasing flick to her most sensitive part… You cleared your throat, finishing up Will’s meal.

“It’s just a holiday, I’m allowed to be excited about it. Besides, aren’t the Jack’O’Lanterns supposed to scare away evil spirits? They should thank me I’m doing your job!” You chuckled and set the soup on the table before him. Will dug in immediately.

“That’s not exactly how it works, darling.” Darling. He always had you weak in the knees when he called you that. Not that he knew.

You closed your eyes for a moment. The headache that’d been tormenting you since this morning kept getting worse, and no amount of fluids you drank helped. You winced after you’d finished cleaning up and Will had finished his soup.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, concern radiating over to you.

“Yeah… just a headache. I’m probably coming down with the flu or something.” The vicar frowned, rising from his seat to walk over to you. You gasped quietly when he brought his palm to your forehead.

“You are burning up, darling. You should be in bed. Come on… I will get the doctor.”

“I’ll be fine, Will. I’ve had this a dozen times before. A bit of rest and I’ll be…” You got interrupted by a coughing fit so bad your stomach hurt by the time you were done.

“Bed. Right now,” was all he said. Your lower regions clenched. That… fuck. That was by far the most dominant thing he had ever… you swallowed thickly. He never once took his eyes off you until you were back in bed, allowing him to tuck you in and sit on the edge of the mattress.

“I can brew you some tea in your kitchen if that is alright with you.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“And after that,” he said when he rose again, “I expect you to stay in bed until you recovered. No more decorating with pumpkins, okay?” He was so sweet. And loving, and kind, and caring and hot and handsome and…

“Okay, Daddy.” Your eyes widened. Fuck. You had said that out loud. Will stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a hesitant look.

“What… did you just call me?”

Biting your lower lip, you avoided his blue gaze, looking around your bedroom in an attempt to find the perfect excuse for what had just happened… but you couldn’t. Daddy was what the main protagonist in your book had started calling the honourable Father. Pure filth had followed the statement in the book… but Will wasn’t exactly fictional. Quite on the contrary. He was very, very real.

Panicking, you opened your mouth without a single sound escaping it, shuffling back a little on the bed and managing, on top of your embarrassment, to knock the book hidden under your pillow on the wooden floor.

Will frowned, giving you a questioning look before his blue eyes landed on the title. His lips parted as he picked it up. You watched, frozen in place when he flipped it over and skimmed the blurb. And then, his eyes locked with yours again.

“I can explain…” You started. But could you? The only explanation here was that your feelings for the town’s vicar went way beyond friendship and that you desired him like a dragon desired treasure. Will was your treasure. And up until now, you had been perfectly content with having him in your life as a friend, even if your heart… and your body… longed for more.

“It’s just a novel.”

“A novel about a young woman and her… vicar. And you calling me ‘Daddy’ surely was no accident, was it?” He looked at you, not in a reproachful way, but as if he wanted to, no, needed to figure you out. Your thoughts, your feelings. As if he suspected… The way he said “Daddy” made you shiver with need, even more so when he said your name.

“If we go… there… you know things would never be like they were before then.”

“You… Will… Do you…”

“I… I do. I do reciprocate.”

Your lips parted, both excitement and shock filling your core at the same time. “Why… why did you never tell me?”

“Because…” He paused, looking up to the ceiling as if fetching the words from there. “Because I am your vicar. I am supposed to protect you and provide comfort, not lure you into a romantic relationship with me.”

“You needed company and comfort as much as I did, Will. You can’t possibly believe that God will provide you with that when you’re all alone in that church praying.” Another coughing fit. Damn that flu.

“I did not allow myself to go any further. I am supposed to be mourning my wife…”

“It’s been over a year, Will. She wouldn’t want you to waste away and…”

The vicar closed his eyes for a brief moment, finally setting your book aside. “If we do this…” He repeated. “I’m not sure I will be able to go back to being your friend, darling.”

“I… I know.” But you felt like you might die if you didn’t get to feel him. Taste him, smell him, let yourself be consumed by him. “I don’t want you to.”

Will’s gaze was so loving you feared you’d melt into a puddle, even more so when it darkened with a start and he said, “Then be good for me and sit on my lap.” Testing the waters. Seeing how far he could take it. Exploring and daring. This was as new for him as it was for you.

The corners of your mouth twitched when he sat down on the bed and you crawled over to him to obey. “Okay.”

“Okay…?”

You pressed your legs together. Fuck.

“Okay… Daddy.” You blushed, making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry…” you choked out. “I didn’t… the book… and it’s kind of hot given you’re…”

Will smiled. “No need to be ashamed. I like the idea… I simply didn’t think you’d have such a filthy mind, darling.”

You grinned despite your growing headache. “Is that a sin? I might need to be… punished if it is.”

Will took the hint and smiled. “Perhaps another time. For now, we need to nurse you back to health. Are you sure you don’t want to see the doctor?”

“No… it’s that time of the year, I’ll be fine. A sore throat, and a bit of a fever… I’ll just… stay in bed and rest. I don’t want to miss Halloween.”

“Very well then… I’m sure we’ll find a different way to make you feel better. You know…” he began, moving your skirts out of the way so the only piece of fabric still protecting you from his soft hands were your cotton knickers. Your heartbeat sped up, along with a familiar heat pooling right between your legs. “…last time I was in London, Dr. Garrett and I had a very interesting conversation about how the release of endorphins… is believed to reduce stress and pain. And do you know what causes a high release of endorphins at once?”

“N-no?” Your breath was shaky, and so was your entire body. You brought your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself all the while Will spread your legs even further. This was happening. This was truly happening.

“Orgasms, darling.” Your knickers were wet. Soaked.

“So let me take care of you…” Sucking in a deep breath through your teeth, you let him push the fabric aside and then leaned forward to press your lips against his. Oh… Quickly, you turned your head.

“Let me kiss you, darling.” He smiled, hiding his irritation.

“I don’t want to infect you.”

“Ah… but what we are about to do will not infect me?” As if to make a point, Will began to unbuckle his belt. Then, suddenly, he paused, looking you deep in the eye. “Are you certain you want this?”

“Y-yes. Are… are you?”

“More than anything, love. I just never thought you would feel the same way. I would never pressure you into…”

“You’re not!” A cough. “I promise you’re not. I want this,” you stressed. You inched forward, feeling his hard length hidden beneath his trousers.

Whimpering when he freed himself, Will then grabbed a hold of your bottom and gently lifted you up, onto his throbbing member. Fuck, you were quite positive you had never seen a cock this beautiful. And every fibre of your being was aching to feel it inside of you.

Eager to ride him, you bucked your hips to sit down, the vicar, however, stopped you.

“Slowly… we don’t want you to exhaust yourself, right?” You shook your head, biting your lower lip so hard you feared you’d draw blood.

“No, Daddy…” Calling him so only fuelled your arousal, even more so when he growled. He actually growled. Fuck. Inch by agonising inch, you impaled yourself on his hard manhood until his tip was pressing against your cervix almost painfully.

Will was guiding you as you began to ride him, heeding his advice to go slow. His large hands were on your hips, rocking you back and forth in an almost soothing manner—and at this point, you were already so lost in your pleasure and quite possibly your fever that you would have done anything he asked for. You had a feeling that the vicar was very well aware of that and it was touching how thoughtful he was being with your vulnerability.

Never before had you felt like this. So at ease. So innocent, so… you took a deep breath, increasing your speed a little. Subspace. You’d read about it before. Deeper and deeper you fell into that blissful state all the while your arousal grew higher and higher.

Your clit was rubbing deliciously against Will’s pelvic bone, the sound of sex echoing through the room.

“Easy… don’t rush it…” You heard him mumble when you sped up yet again, eager for the orgasm that was slowly creeping up on you like a poltergeist.

“But… what about… you…” You breathed out in response, barely able to form a functioning sentence anymore.

“I am already struggling to hold out for a while longer, sweet angel.” Sweet angel… Your pussy clenched around him, a delicious precursor of what you were hunting like a hungry lioness.

“You’re close…” He said. It was not a question. Nodding mutely, you dug your fingernails into his clothed shoulders, looking him deep in the eye with parted lips. Your mouth formed a perfect O when you finally came undone, gushing all over him as you let your climax consume you.

Will moaned. “I have to… pull out, darling… We can’t risk…” He groaned once more. It took you all of your willpower to stop riding him, to avoid feeling him cumming inside of you and filling you up with his seed. But in the end, you managed, if anything because you were not exactly fond of the idea of getting pregnant just yet either.

Will lifted you off of him, flipping you over so you came to lie on your back, and wrapped his hand around his thick length, finishing what you had started. A couple more eager thrusts were all it took for him to stain both the bed and your stomach with his warm seed, accompanied by heavy grunts and groans.

Then, for a few peaceful and quiet seconds, it was utterly silent. You were too exhausted to lift yourself up, instead left it to Will to stand, adjust his trousers, and then reach for the cloth next to your washing bowl on top of the vanity to clean you up.

“Thank you…” You whispered, allowing him to tuck you in straight after, smiling weakly when he planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Are you feeling alright? Perhaps… we should have waited until you feel better…”

“No… no, I’m fine. Tired but fine. That was… God, that was amazing.”

Your eyes fell shut but you felt his smile nonetheless.

“It was. I only ever dared dream of being with you like this.” He paused, stroking your hair. “I’ll get you your tea now. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”

You smiled. When he turned around to leave the bedroom, before you could utter another cheeky “Thank you, Daddy”, you had already fallen asleep.

A/N: *logs out of Tumblr to bathe in Holy Water*

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