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demonicbaby666 · 1 year

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Something New

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, literal pure unfiltered smut

Words: 4.3k+

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cursing, dom!JJ, sub!reader, oral sex, fingering, bondage, degradation, praise, hair pulling, light choking, overstimulation, spanking, edge play, strap on use (J), I low-key feel like this counts as BDSM (but not sure).

Summary: The affair between you and JJ has been going on for a little while now and though you felt you wanted more for the relationship, you weren’t quite expecting to be met with what JJ gave you.

A/n: I know I said I’d post Wanda next but honestly missed writing for JJ and this is ummmmm, something. I apologise (not really) for the filth I have curated, honestly no idea what the hell has come over me. If we talk/are mutuals, I have no connection to this and don’t ever bring this fic up or i won't be able to look at myself the mirror </3

It started with lustful glances exchanged both ways, training sessions leaving your body drenched in sweat clearly seemed to work for JJ. Then after one too many ‘extra support’ sessions - sessions you both knew you never needed - things quickly took a turn. You knew it was wrong, of course you did. JJ was married and on top of that, technically, your supervisor.

Yet, there you were, for the god knows what time, six months of quickies and secret fucking behind you, in your bed writhing beneath JJ as she had her fingers pounding deep inside you, pulling moans, whimpers and screams from you. She was an addiction that you didn’t want to rid yourself of, not that you knew how you would.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t stop.” You begged, helplessly grinding down on two fingers that were sliding in and out of you at a pace you hadn’t even known possible. She brought her head down to your ears, probing the shell of it with her tongue.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” She husked.

The sex that dripped from each slow syllable pushed you over the edge and before you could prepare for it, your orgasm barrelled over you, prying a silent cry to leave your agape mouth. Her slender digits helped you ride out the full length of your orgasm until you had to reach out for her wrist and stop her.

Slowly she slipped her fingers out and slumped down next to you. Even with your eyes closed, hopelessly trying to get your breathing back to normal, you could still feel her eyes glued to you.

“How can I help you?” You asked, letting the amusement peek through your tone.

“I want to try something new.”

That caught your attention. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned to JJ, shooting her a curious look, and purely because you could, you let your hooded eyes shamelessly wander up and down her toned body. It was rare to see JJ nervous but that’s what her body language was pointing towards, avoiding eye contact, slightly fidgeting around on the bed, you couldn’t help but try and deduce the direction in which the conversation was heading. You waited until she shifted her weight onto her elbow and met your gaze before vocalising your interest.

“And what is this something new?” You asked, making sure to show her she had you undivided attention, not that she needed any reminder of the power she held over you, and that power was clearly demonstrated with what came next.

She crashed her body on top of yours, pulling the energy she’d drained from pushing you over the edge repeatedly out of thin air. Hands wrapped around your wrists pinning you down. Her head crept down to mercilessly grasp the flesh of your pulse point between her teeth, biting down before holstering herself back up and comfortably perching herself on your hips.

“I want all of you.” She said, her opal eyes shamelessly traveling over your upper body. “I want to push you to your limit.”

Just those words elicited a groan to crackle in your throat, filthy images of being taken in all different ways till you were all but screaming crept into your mind and you knew you didn’t need convincing to know this was what you wanted too. Control in the bedroom was far from foreign between the two of you and it was clear who held the title of being the dominant, that had been clear from the get-go.

“Then take me.” You breathed out, heat already pulsating between your legs at the prospect of being used and utterly spent. “I’m yours.”

The words were music to JJ’s ears, it was plain to see with the newfound glow that seemed to settle in her eyes. Quickly that shimmer was overshadowed by a dark lusting hue that ebbed into the iris’s that were now filled and darkened with pure fiery desire. It had been barely a minute since JJ had pulled your second orgasm from you, yet somehow this whole situation had you wet and ready to go for however longer she wanted.

A serious expression washed over her face, and she released your wrists, “We’ll take this slow, if it gets too much say stop and we stop. No ifs, no buts.”

Bringing your hands up to cup her cheeks, you pulled her back down till her lips were hovering over yours, hot breath tickling your lips, “I trust you.” you whispered. The words seemed to have some effect on JJ because she crashed her lips down on yours for a passionate kiss, time seemed to fade away just that little bit. Her tongue crept between your lips and you willingly let her in.

The kiss quickly heated up, small mewls left your lips and fell into JJ’s mouth, clearly spurring her on, her hands began trailing a path down to your waist, which she gripped onto, with a little more force than necessary.

“Put your hands up.” she mumbled into the kiss.

Too preoccupied with the sensations running through you body and between your legs, you hadn’t processed what JJ had said until her nails dug into you causing you to whimper and do exactly as you’d previously been told. Pulling away and leaning over the side of the bed, her hands fumbled around the floor. The room was dim, stopping you from seeing what JJ had grabbed, though the sound of leather running along denim gave you a good idea.

“Wrists together.” she commanded and once again you did as you were told, this time a lot faster.

She leant over pushing your hands back until they made contact with cold metal, then expertly looped the leather around your wrists and through the railing. She gave it a tug to test it was sturdy, you had to bite down on your lip to stop a small moan from escaping.

“Is this okay?” Her voice was softer as her eyes studied your face for any signs of discomfort.

Before she had even finished the question you were nodding, a devilish grin spread across her face in response to your eagerness and you could see the excitement growing beneath the shimmer in her eyes.

She shuffled back down your body, her slick arousal leaving a trail along your stomach, indicating you weren’t the only gaining pleasure for this little game you had begun to play. She stopped her shuffling, perched over your hips again she leaned down to take a hardened nipple in her mouth, circling her tongue around the bud and wedging her thigh between your legs. Her free hand came to cup the neglected breast, taking your nipple between her fingers, twisting it whilst grazing her teeth along the other.

Your breath hitched and your hips bucked, pushing your clit onto JJ’s thigh, a small moan caught in your throat. JJ laved the sensitive flesh beneath her tongue, hot molten blood coursed through your veins, waves of pleasure washed over your whole body, and you were desperate for more. Slowly your hips began to grind against the sticky thigh between your legs, the relief you felt was instantly halted when JJ pushed a hand down on your hip, stopping you from moving. She pulled away from your chest and stared down at you.

“Not so fast. I say when and if you cum.” Her tone had a bite to it you’d never heard before, it was both scary and arousing and you didn’t quite understand why it was sending a whole new flood of wetness to pool between your legs. “Understand?”

Nervously fidgeting on the bed, you nodded, trying hard to hold in the frustration that was once dormant. “I said, do you understand?” She barked, pinching tightly on your nipple.

“Fuck!” You all but screamed out, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you. If it wasn’t her hand anchoring you down, your hips would have flown off the mattress, “yes, I understand.”

“Good.” She brought her head back down, this time peppering kisses along your collarbone, pausing now and then suck on specific spots that exerted more of a vocal response from you, leaving behind blotches of darkened bruised skin. You were fighting hard against your body, your hips were still being held firmly in place, but that didn’t stop you from feeling the ghostly presence of JJ’s thigh. It was torture.

Just when you thought you might have to beg, JJ relieved the pressure on your hips and brought two fingers to swipe down from your clit to tease your entrance and you couldn’t help but let out a shallow breathed moan. Just as quickly as they came, they were snatched away. JJ smirked against your skin before she pulled away to examine the glistening digits.

“Is all of this for me?” she teased.

“Yes.” you whined, shame spiralling in the pit of your stomach at how consumed you were with the need to be touched and devoured, it dawned on you then, you were putty in JJ’s hands, at her mercy, she had the power to do whatever she wanted and you knew that should have scared you, instead you found it only turned up on more. What sounded like an almost growl verbated in JJ’s throat and animalistic look shadowed over her face. Darkened lust-filled eyes locked themselves onto yours, that were now desperate and silently pleading, begging her for more.

“Open.”

The smell of your own arousal filled your nose before you closed your lips around JJ’s fingers and licked them clean, enjoying the quiet groans that JJ let out through her parted lips. Slick fingers left your mouth, without so much as a second to breathe they were shoved hard and deep inside you, JJ’s free hand coming up to loosely wrap around your neck.

Around your tight walls you felt two slender fingers slide in and out painstakingly slow but god awfully hard. Your mouth was still open trying to control your unsteady breathing, each thrust forcing you to pull in sharp breaths that filled your lungs to the brim.

The rise and falling of your chest quickened when JJ’s fingers began picking up speed, your body was the only thing you had control over, and you were fighting to maintain it. Your knuckles grew white from holding onto the railings, and you couldn’t stop small whimpers barrelling out of your kiss-stained lips. JJ lowered herself back down leaving a series of kisses down your jawline to your breast, then began alternating between, sucking, biting and laving each nipple. The tension that was steadily growing in your core reached an all-time high when JJ’s palm continuously brushed against your clit, you closed your eyes letting the room fade to darkness, relishing the feeling of your body being taken over and consumed with pure pleasure.

“I think I’m going to-”

Then nothing. Your eyes flickered back open. You realised her fingers had come to a halt inside you, and if the look on JJ’s face told you anything, it was evidently intentional. The control you previously thought you had over your body slipped through your grasps and along with a small part of your sanity.

“When and if I say.” She reminded you.

It should have annoyed you, it should have sent you spiralling into a masochistic fit of rage, instead it set your whole body alight. Somehow the words unlocked something deep seated that was rooted within you, every passing second you were falling deeper into desire, a desire you didn’t even think yourself capable of having. Yet, splayed out on the bed, hands bound, orgasm at the mercy of one powerful blonde, it seemed entirely plausible that this was exactly what you wanted. And within that moment you let yourself be consumed by submission.

Within the next few minutes JJ had stolen two more orgasms from you. You were tittering on the verge of tears, your skin was on fire, legs shaking from the overwhelming need to cum and wrists sore from wrestling against your restraint. Blonde hair tickled your chest, stomach, then thighs until JJ was nestled between your legs. You would never tire of that sight, or the feelings that accompanied it.

Her tongue ran through your drenched folds and you could feel the vibrations echoing in JJ’s throat as she let the taste of you coat her tongue. Every breath was staggered, leaving your mind in a state of bewilderment with the lack of oxygen you were intaking. Traitorous tears steadily streamed down your face when JJ began sucking on your sensitive clit, her teeth grazed over it and your whole body spasmed, the sound of metal clanked and echoed through the room. When JJ’s tongue continued its slow teasing, you couldn’t take anymore. You yanked and pulled your bound hands, wishing they were free so you could hold her in place and end this cycle of madness.

“You’ll hurt yourself.” JJ mumbled into your cunt, delicious vibrations prompting your hips to move of their own accord, helplessly searching for more stimulation that you were being deprived of.

“I need to cum, please.” You sobbed out. Desperate tired eyes searched for a morsel of mercy as you bore them down on JJ. For a split second her gaze softened, pity settling over crazed pupils before returning to their original domineering, stone cold state.

“I think we can make that happen,” three fingers abruptly entered you; they slithered in and out at an alarming pace with next to no build up. “Seen as you asked so nicely.”

Too fixated on the wet sounds of sucking coming from between your legs you closed your eyes and let yourself drown in the undulating sensations consuming every inch of your body, missing the hand that snuck up to cup a tender breast. Two fingers clasped around a nipple, squeezing firmly, your clit was sucked harder, and the three fingers were joined by a fourth, stretching and filling you completely. You were being toppled headfirst into the most powerful orgasm you’d ever had and from what it seemed, this one would be carried out.

Three particularly hard thrusts pushed you over the edge, stomach muscles twitched and your whole body sprang from the bed, screams of ecstasy filled the room as JJ made sure you felt the full extent of your orgasm, your thighs crushing her skull never deterring her. Endorphins dispersed all over your body, licking every nerve, tingling every atom.

It was only when you pulled yourself away, regaining consciousness you weren’t exactly sure when you’d lost, did she stop. She was a sight to behold, the lower portion of her face glistened in the low light, cheeks flushed, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead.

Crawling back on top of you, JJ loosened the belt and held your swollen wrists, running small circles over the inflamed area with her thumbs, she placed gentle kisses on each. Her fingers intertwined with yours, puncturing the intense bubble that had formed around the two of you and letting in something entirely different; a warm safe feeling swept through the air, it was settling, it allowed you to take a moment, to feel the blonde curls tickle your shoulders, to hear the unsteady breath that warmed your face, to inhale wafts of vanilla and a hint of something sweeter, it allowed you a few extra seconds to almost taste the smell of honey linger on your tongue.

A voice broke through the silence, filling the bedroom; calm, controlled, undertones of what sounded to be an abundance of mixed emotions still managed to permeate through her silky tone, “Are you okay?”

Ocean eyes anchored you back down to reality, that and the sudden extra weight of a body pressed against your own, “Never been better.”

“Do you want to keep going?”

“God yes, just let me catch my breath.”

Her lips curled at either end, revealing faint smile lines that crept up to her nose, cheekbones jutted out and a swarm of excitement advanced through your body, ramping you up for what was soon to come. JJ climbed off you, riding a high you didn’t want to think about the fact you found the loss of her body pressed against your own unbearable. Instead, you let your eyes wander over her, memorizing each freckle, each curve, each scar, so that when the time came for her to leave - as it did most nights - you’d only have to close your eyes to see her once more.

“Good.” She pulled the bedside table drawer open and rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out what she wanted, “Turn around and lay on your stomach when you’re ready.”

The sight of JJ placing the harness around herself awoke something deep inside you, body moving before your brain registered what you were doing until the mattress dipped and shaped itself under your chest.

Hands curled around your hips, sliding gently around curved flesh then tugging you up until you were on your knees, legs spread apart. Cold air hit your pussy whilst JJ got back on the bed behind you, shuffling forward until hard silicone prodded at your entrance.

“Someone’s eager.” She playfully remarked.

With no warning she pushed her full length in, your whole body jolted forward from the abrupt intrusion, - which JJ quickly accommodated for - resting her hands on either side of your hips, to firmly pull you back and hold you in place. She began slamming herself in and pulling out with agonising slowness, over and over, never for a second picking up her pace.

You were nearing dizziness from the non-stop stimulation you were receiving, each thrust sending cataclysmic signals throughout your body, blood pumping pure fire that dispersed itself over every inch of exposed skin the air licked.

The end of the marathon was so close in sight, orgasm teetering just out of reach, the pressure having built up over gruelling minutes. JJ slid in and out, progressively getting slower, coming finally to a halt. She bent over, hot breath tickling your earlobe before it was sucked into a warm wet mouth.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Please JJ, fuck me.” You shakily pleaded, it was half assed and you both knew it. But with her inside you refusing to move when you were on the precipice of an orgasm, it seemed all you could get out.

“That was pathetic.” She taunted, pulling herself back up and beginning to slide out.

“No no,” venomous tears stung in your eyes, “please just fucking fuck me JJ!” You screamed out, the agony of being brought to the brink again clouded your judgment and you hadn’t quite understood what had come over you.

“Much better.” she cooed, a smirk lining her pink lips, “but don’t go thinking you can shout at me.”

A stinging pain ran through your body as her hand smacked down on your ass, before you could register the pain, she was trusting back into you, the tightness in your abdomen quickly returning. Her nails dug into your hips, gripping tightly so you couldn’t push back into her, though, that didn't stop you from trying. When you did, you were met with another jolt of pain coming from your ass.

“So greedy.”

“S-sorry,” you sobbed out, “Just p-please JJ, harder.”

She grabbed hold of your hair, slowing down her thrusts ever so slightly and you could have cried out until you realised, she was waiting for the go ahead. You hummed your consent and instantly she yanked you up, your neck and back now at an uncomfortable arch. That didn’t stop JJ from picking her pace back up, if not faster than before, slamming deep into you. You may have been in a not so ideal position but nothing other than cries of pleasure left your lips.

The new position allowed the strap to slide perfectly along your g-spot, embers of fire burned in your chest, your heart beating almost in time with slapping sounds of JJ’s slender thighs against your ass. You lost all your composure when her free hand snaked around your chest and roughly squeezed one of your breasts, your knees almost buckling under you.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?”

And that did it. The outer body experience of looking down at yourself whilst JJ mercilessly had her way with you, it flicked a switch inside of you and when JJ didn’t stop, you knew she too felt the change. You knew she wanted to pull every morsel of pleasure from you, till you were begging her to stop, and who were you to deprive her of that.

"Yes, oh god, yes!"

She didn’t stop when you were thrashing your upper body down against the mattress, gripping onto the bedsheets for dear life, or when you came for the second time, not even when you were filling the room with blood curdling screams, not when a third orgasm joined the second, she kept going.

“Kiss me,” it was almost sobbed out and you knew it wasn’t your place to be making demands, but you needed her, you needed to feel all her everywhere, “please Jayje.”

The hardened look on her face instantly fell and was replaced with a look akin to that of pure adoration. Her fingers released their grip on your hair, moving down to cup the side of your face, where she wiped away stray tears. You hadn’t quite known when they’d slipped from your eyes, but you found yourself silently thanking them for the comfort they sought out from JJ. Slowly she pressed her lips on yours and kissed you softer than she’d ever done before.

The hand on breast pushed you back against her chest before descending ever so slowly and you knew JJ was waiting to see whether it was okay before she picked things back up, when no objection came, she slowly placed two fingers over your clit and circled the sensitive nub.

“I don’t know if I can cum again.” you whimpered. You didn't say the word, you didn't say stop, because deep down you knew you wanted this, you wanted her to push you to your limit.

“You can do it baby.”

Somehow this became a challenge, some way to prove something to JJ and with her hands gently caressing your face, holding you tight against her, you were certain you would win this.

The change in pace alongside the sudden encouragement sent you into overdrive and with each tender thrust you felt JJ more than ever. She pulled you back in for a searing kiss that knocked the wind out of you. Pushing closer against her you felt the connection deep within you, her skin burning into yours, all the underlying feelings you’d been pushing down came to the surface and all you wanted was to stay in this moment forever.

Tidal waves of emotions coaxed your whole body into a pre-emptive orgasm, and you latched onto JJ as she fucked you into a state of utter bliss, head falling backwards onto her shoulder, stars danced across your line of vision and the room faded into darkness. The only anchor you had left were the muscled arms that held you firmly upright.

When your sight finally came back JJ was still holding you, both arms wrapped around your waist. A small moan caught in your throat when she slowly pulled out of you, the tenderness making the small movement almost painful. Finally letting your body rest, you turned on your back, ignoring the sheets that cling to your drenched body and watched JJ remove the strap.

“Are you okay?” She asked laying beside you, moving damp hairs from your face.

“I think I died for a second.” You chuckled out.

A low laugh came from JJ, peering at her, she was practically glowing. Lines of definition caught your eye; a satisfied hum wormed its way from your ears, deep into your chest when you grazed your fingers over faint abs. Her arms wrapped protectively around you and the dread began to set in, it was temporary, it all was. This wasn’t the relationship you’d managed to trick yourself into believing it was in moments where she held you for long minutes after taking you to heights you hadn’t quite known were possible.

“Stay.” you murmured into the silence.

“We both know I can’t.”

Without quite meaning to you let your desperation wash over your face and body. It’d previously niggled away at you that you’d never have a ‘normal’ relationship with JJ, nevertheless it still hurt when reality clawed its way into the intimate bubble you’d created with her.

“Next time.” She said, placing a chaste kiss to your temple and getting up to locate articles of clothing that were dispersed across the floor. “I promise.”

“Wait,” reaching out, you pulled her on top of you, she opened her mouth, but no words had time to come out before you flipped her over and kissed her with everything in you. Pouring your heart and soul into something you knew would only be fleeting. “Is this okay?”

Opal eyes stared longingly into your desperate filled eyes, reading you like a book. It wouldn’t have been hard to grasp what was going on in your head, you hated that you wore your emotions on your sleeve. It was a dangerous quality to have, it left you bare and exposed, at the mercy of another.

“I need you.” You all but whispered.

One curt nod told you all you needed to know. You kissed every inch of her body you possibly could, mapping out her skin and scorching the feel of each kiss deep in your mind. You repaid her in the only way you could, pleasuring her in any and every way you knew, never wanting to forget the night you tried something new.

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deathbypufferfish · 1 year

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Here's the second list but for story ideas for the sims!

This list is comprised of ideas that have to do with storylines, scenarios, character dynamics, conflicts, character attributes, and more! Of course you can technically do whatever you want in a sims story, but this list is curated to story ideas that can in some way be played out in-game. Whether it's through the game, mods, or imagination. A lot of these are not wholesome lol, if you are looking for more wholesome story ideas I recommend my gameplay list. Please feel free to add to the story soup! Just note in your ask it is for the soup and keep it within the parameters I mentioned above. (To keep the post from getting too long I'll make a contributor list into a compressed image later on for those who send off-anon.)

If you are looking for sims gameplay centered ideas check out the Gameplay Gumbo list here!

🍲 Soup below the cut! ⬇

Conflict:

Money loss from gambling

A character is addicted to shoplifting

A huge fight at a wedding, funeral, large event etc.

Financial difficulties

Miscommunication

Drop out of or fail university

Drop out or fail out of high school

Shit talk a friend/family member

Loss of job

Failed business

Blackmail

Death of family member/friend/love interest

A character is caught cheating on their partner and is blackmailed for it.

Arson (fireworks indoors)

A character steals money from another/asks for a large loan and never pays it back

Betrayal from a friend

Character spirals after a break up

Evicted from home/apartment

House fire

Love:

A forgotten anniversary

Meet Cute: two characters meet on a train

Side character is caught cheating

Meet Cute: two characters meet when one of them finds the other’s lost pet

Child out of infidelity (keep it a secret for a long time or get caught)

Divorce (amicable or messy)

A celebrity character falls in love with their bodyguard

A potential love interest is rich kid looking for someone to make their life more “interesting”

Have a couple have a huge fight and makeup

A rejected proposal

Best friends/siblings have feelings for the same person

Character has a fear of commitment

A best friend is moving away and your character has to confess their love to them

Enemies to lovers

Competitive coworkers turned lovers

A couple breaks up over one of them losing all their money

Start a throuple/open relationship (Open Love Life Mod)

Be the other person in someone’s affair

Have an affair

A reluctant partner abandons their partner when they get pregnant (Good with Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul Mod)

Runaway bride/groom/partner

Bridezilla

Running away together

Meet the parents

Affair

Partner lied about who they are

Accidental kiss

Fake relationship

Enemies to lovers

Forbidden love

Give an old relationship a second chance

Unrequited Love

Divorced couple getting back together (possibly secretly/affair)

Secret Admirer

Vegas/Drunk wedding

Secretly in love with partner’s friend/family member

Love triangle leads to throuple

Rocky marriage

Couple that refuses to divorce

Have a one night stand (Simda Dating App)

Friends who are in denial about being in love

Trophy Wife/Husband/Partner

Couple wants different things

Couple from different social class/different worlds

Married because of an unexpected pregnancy

Married too young

A couple married for a long time having intimacy problems

Happy or unhappy couple has separate rooms/beds

A marriage doesn’t last long

Bromance turns into romance

Childhood friends to lovers later in life

Clingy, jealous partner

Family:

Someone abandons the family

Annoying/Terrible in-laws

Overbearing/Overprotective parent

Neglectful parent

Having to choose between your partner and your family who dislikes them

Bad sibling relationships

Conflict-avoidant family (buries all their problems)

Disagreeing on how to parent

A child is getting bullied by their peers

Strained Parent/Teen relationship

Teen Pregnancy (Supportive or Unsupportive family. Good with Relationship & Pregnancy Mod)

Found family

Blended family

Multi-generational family

Tension between step-parent and step-children

Tension between step-siblings

Chaos children

Tension between the favorite child and their siblings

Sudden or unexpected baby (possibly from one night stand/fling)

Secret baby from old relationship

Amicable exes who co-parent well together

Nepotism

Dysfunctional family

Breaking the cycle of bad parenting

Cool Uncle/Cool Aunt

Children being raised by family other than their parents (aunt, uncle, sibling, grandparents)

Single parent

Divorced parent who spoils their kids

Disowned child/parent

Embarrassing Parent

Parent prioritizes work over family/partner

Family Curse

Humble parents, spoiled kids

Child wants to be nothing like their parent(s)

Platonic co-parenting

Secret family

Sibling jealousy

My Favorite Mods for Storytelling:

Simda Dating App

Contextual Social Interactions

First Impressions

LGBTQIA+ Mod

Open Love Life

Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul

Wicked Whims (18+, mod not linked)

Basemental Drugs (18+, mod not linked)

Resources Used

List is added to when I have new ideas so check in time-to-time for more!

#the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 ideas #ts4 story #sims 4 #simblr #sims 4 ideas #ts4 resource #ts4 inspo #ts4 gameplay #puffer's story soup #another fat ass list for y'all #you can see why i split the lists #because they're long #and this one has blackmail and the other one has movie nights so

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haee-elia · 7 months

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spence-tober: day 16 - wildlife photographer

pairing: wildlife photographer!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which there are two people, a charity auction and ball, and a set of photographs

word count: 1403

warnings: none? very fluffy and flirty, slight plot twist at the end

spence-tober masterlist

It was amazing, completely and utterly amazing how this set of pictures could transport you. Could make you feel as though you were there when it was taken. Could invoke the feelings and memories of the fur and majestic mane that you could swear you felt on your fingertips right this very second.

But alas, you were not in wild Africa where the picture of the small family of lions was taken. You were dressed to the nines (tens if you do say so yourself) in a deep navy blue one shoulder dress that came down to the floor. Hidden by the floor length dress is a sensible pair of black heels, your favorites as they didn’t hurt your feet in any way.

Your hair pinned up and out of the way so it wouldn’t get in your eyes where you’re all dolled up with a natural face of makeup, although you did put on false lashes to give your eyes that larger pop of attention you so desired.

To summarize, you looked damn good and you knew it.

But the feeling of the sequin and sparkly fabric against your skin reminded you of where you actually were, in a nice warmly lit ballroom surrounded by rich people who wanted to seem as though they are charitable.

As you admired the photo next to the sleeping lion family, you heard and glanced to see a man had walked up near you to also gaze upon the pictures. He, like you, was dressed for the occasion in a nice classic black tux matched with white accents. He’s taller than you and his hair is unkept and the ends fly around his face.

You bite your lip and decide to take a peek, slightly leaning forward as if to look at the photographs closer but you glance up at his face instead.

There’s a hint of some scruff and a wisp of a mustache on his face. His cheekbones are just as chiseled as the diamonds you saw the older rich women wearing and his chocolate brown eyes are addicting.

You don’t look for too long because he glances at you and you quickly glance away, feeling quite caught in your admiring of the man next to you.

“You’re a fan of animals, I presume.” The man speaks next to you.

It takes a second to realize he’s the one your speaking to, “Oh, uh, yes. I think wild animals are quite beautiful, majestic even.”

A smile curls on his full lips, “I agree.”

You return the smile meekly and introduce yourself to him, telling him your name and then asking him his own.

“Spencer. My name’s Spencer. Spencer Reid.” He answers you, “What are you doing here tonight?”

Both of your gazes switch to the next picture, a photo of some african painted dogs sunbathing in the hot African sun.

“I’m a curator for a museum. They sent me to watch over their bids tonight. Transports done so I get to enjoy the rest of the night.” You inform Spencer.

Spencer nods, consuming the information you’ve given him, “And you’ve decided to spend the rest of your night admiring photos of wildlife?” He inquires.

You nod, “There’s something just,” You can’t quite put your finger on it, “so captivating about being able to capture moments like these in the wild. I’d assume you’d have to have extreme patience and tranquility to manage photos like this.”

“Thank you.” Spencer says next. You look at him with a confused expression before his eyes meet yours and then trail off towards the photos again. You follow his gaze and meet where they are, on a golden label plaque which lists the photographer for the photos.

It says Spencer Reid.

You look back to him, “You took these photos?” You question, you’re sure your eyebrows are lifted in shock.

He nodded, an amused expression on his face, “I did. Just got back a few days ago, can’t you tell by the shadow.” Spencer runs his hand across his chin, rubbing at the short and sparse hairs.

You shake your head, amused as well, “I think it suits you.” You compliment, then turning your attention back to the gallery wall.

“Thanks.” He says in reply, rubbing a hand across his chin and face, a smile appearing on his face.

Before you two can continue on with your conversation, a portly man in a suit a size too big waltzes over and claps Spencer on the back, congratulating him.

“There’s the man of the hour!” His voice is scratchy which you can guess is from the cigar in his free hand. “Congrats on the award Reid.”

As quick as the man appeared, the quicker he left as he saw another person he seemingly needed to bother with his presence.

You look over to Spencer once again, impressed, “An award as well? Congratulations Spencer. I can certainly see why.” Turning your attention back to the setup of the photographs, admiring the perspective and view of the animals pictured.

He blushes under your compliment. “Thanks. Again.” He tags on.

You almost chuckle at his face, “Oh come on, you certainly can’t be so flustered after a compliment? I assume you’ve been getting those all night.” You tease slightly.

He looks you up and down and you muster your courage not to shiver under his gaze, “Not all have come from as beautiful women as you.”

You shake your head a little, amused, “Smooth, Spencer. Very smooth.” You comment, a sly smile on your lips.

Spencer shares your smile, confidence radiating off of him at your comment, “I try.”

You get an idea in your head and bend down slightly at the table in front of the picture wall, taking the pen attached to a clipboard and adding your information to the papers below.

“You’re placing a bid?”

Spencer’s tone is slightly more surprised than you thought it would be at your action. You stand straight again and look him in the eye.

“Of course,” you say, “Have I not been clear in my compliments all night? Your work is beautiful.”

“The animals do all of the work for me.” He brushes off almost instantly, “And you really didn’t have to do that. I have many of these photos on my website for much less than you just bid.” Spencer glances down at the paper you’ve just added to and his eyes stutter slightly at the amount you’ve just bid.

“I should have known you’re a humble man. Well, your patience with the animals and the joy from your craft is beautiful to me.” You muse, “It’s all for a good cause at the end of the night.” You brush off his concerns.

“Your compliments are simply too much.” Spencer says with a hint of playfulness in his tone. There’s a matching mischievous look in his eye. “Is there a bid for your arm tonight? So I can repay your kindness, of course.”

“Of course.” A smirk draws its way to your lips and you swear you catch Spencer looking at them. “I’m afraid not.”

“Perhaps a bid for a date with a lovely museum curator?” He trys again, the same mischievous glint of his eye has been brought down to smile and stance, as he stands facing you.

“Out of luck on that one, as well. Not sure the museum would approve of auctioning off its employees.” You joke.

“Oh, but it’s all for a good cause at the end of the night.” Spencer parrots your prior words, joining in with your joking.

“I’ll be sure to tell them that.” You quip back, a smile playing on your lips. Then you glance at Spencer’s wrist, where a nice watch sits.

“Speaking of the end of the night, I regretfully have to end mine. Thank you for the company Spencer.” You thank him.

“Of course, keeping you company has been the best part of my night.” The smooth phrase flows past his lips, easily.

“Silver tongue.” You tease once more.

“Guilty.” He responds, putting his hands up playfully.

You go to walk past him on your way to the exit, but stop in your tracks just a few steps from him. You don’t turn back to him, rather keeping your front still tuned to the exit and your face forward.

“See you at home, Mr. Reid.”

“I’ll be right behind you, Mrs. Reid.”

a/n: i love this one! i actually had no idea where i was going with this prompt/au until this hit me. originally this was going to be another meet cute, but i've grown quite tired of writing meet cute after meet cute.

#criminal minds #criminalminds #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fluff #dr. spencer reid #criminal minds fic #dr. spencer reid x reader #spencer reid au #spencer reid fanfic #dr. spencer reid x fem!reader #dr. spencer reid x you #dr. spencer reid

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thevagabondexpress · 2 months

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diagnosing the last hours characters with modern music tastes

Cordelia: I feel like she'd have two modes. The first would be soft, upbeat, folk and country but also piano-based stuff, anything major key and with big sound. Caroline Jones, Ruth B., Noah Kahan. I also thing she'd really like Shakira. That's her kind of day-to-day music, it's what she puts on in the car, around the house, when going for a jog, etc. But she also has a collection of women rap artists of the Megan and OSHUN variety which is what she puts on when she's doing hard workouts/training.

James: I agree that he'd be emo but I don't think he'd actually listen to a lot of "traditional canon" emo music. I think he'd find it too loud and intense in the wrong way. I think he'd prefer shoegaze, a la Radiohead, and bands like Five Three Eyes that are fast but fuzzed out. Generally anything with softer mastering where it sounds great at a lower volume.

Matthew: He'd love disco and neuvo-disco/retro-rock. Gloria Gaynor, Suzanne Somers, MonaLisa Twins, the Lemon Twigs. It's fun and silly and also empowering, besides which I think he'd like the fashion and the sparkle of it all. On his bad days, though, when the depression and/or ptsd and/or temptation to return to the addiction hits hard, what used to be his heavy drinking days, I think he'd fall back on an artist like P!NK or Florence + the Machine. Someone who can speak to the truth of the lowest lows of where he's been and remind him that he doesn't have to go back there, that there are other choices, things to live for. That, with time and effort, it does get better.

Thomas: He dug up the local college student indie rock station and he listens to it religiously. It's a habit he picked up in Madrid, he wanted to listen to Spanish music but didn't know where to look/how to search for it so he acquainted himself with radio and just flipped stations until he found something with a sound he liked. When asked to pick songs individually/curate his own music I think he'd end up falling back on his dad's taste in music: Eric Clapton, Bruce Cockburn, the Stones.

Alastair: I feel like Alastair would have unarguably the vastest taste in music of the lot of them, but also that it would generally run to music from well before his time. His mom has vinyls and cassette tapes from Iran before the Revolution and he's dubbed CDs and MP4's of them so he has his own copies and isn't stealing her. He enjoys listener-supported classical music radio, and also newer instrumental of the Haygood Hardy variety. He likes soft jazz and blues, Mahalia Jackson, Mama Thornton. He would ADORE Nina Simone. I think if I had to give a taste in music from after 1970, I'd say he also probably likes artists like Tracy Chapman and Mint Green that speak to a similar lived experience to his own.

Christopher: On one hand, I don't think he really cares that much about music. On the other hand, I think he would be the type to unapologetically listen to high school concert band music. He got hold of Robert W. Smith's storms series (Into the Storm, The Tempest, The Maelstrom), realized there's a crap ton of pieces in this genre that are Inspired By Science, and now every time Matthew comes down to the basement laboratory he ends up lodging a complaint about the sheer amount of French horn.

Grace: Living with Tatiana I don't think she was really allowed much if any access to music but I imagine she found ways around that anyhow. I think she's the other person who would really enjoy Florence + the Machine. I think most of her music would be older, melancholy women folk singers. Joan Baez, Judy Collins, Joni Mitchell, Claudia Schmidt, the McGarrigle Sisters. I think she'd find them soothing. They'd help her calm down when things get difficult, help her to find beauty in a world that's caused her mostly pain. I think her favorite artist would be Lenka. She's got this kind of upbeat, slightly silly vibe that would make Grace smile but I also think she'd find that songs like "Silhouette" and "Ivory Tower" could speak to her truth when she needs someone to, without getting too deep in and triggering her.

Lucie: She listens to Kpop and movie soundtracks. Also if it's appeared in one of those "badass women" edits over on youtube 100% she has it on her playlist or did at some point.

Jesse: Like Grace, he didn't really have access to music living with Tatiana. Also he was dead for like almost a decade so there's that. He probably mostly listens to whatever Lucie listens to, but I like to think he does experiments like picking a new genre/radio station to listen to every day, trying to figure out what he likes and doesn't like independently of his girlfriend.

Anna: idk. She strikes me as someone who'd like Siouxsie and the Banshees. Also Halsey and Hozier. Maybe bands like Linkin Park and Evanescence—she doesn't say it because she doesn't like being dissed for listening to "old cringe emo" but they got her through gender dysphoria when she was twelve so she knows there's some worth in them.

Charles: He really doesn't listen to music. He listens to NPR or Radio Canada or the British equivalent because it makes him feel up-to-date and liberal but he doesn't actually hear the content, it just goes in one ear and out the other.

@alastairstom @chaosandtwo

#the last hours #cordelia carstairs #james herondale #matthew fairchild #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs #christopher lightwood #grace blackthorn #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #anna lightwood #charles fairchild #i didn't include ari because i don't feel like i know her well enough to say

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psshaw · 3 months

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The more time I spend on Spotify, the more it pushes me away from the outer edges of the platform and toward the mushy middle. This is where everyone is serviced the same songs simply because that is what’s popular. In 2018, while the app’s algorithmic autoplay feature was on, I was served the Pavement song “Harness Your Hopes", a wordy and melodic—and by all accounts obscure—B-side from the beloved indie band. The song has over 100 million streams, more than twice as much as their actual college rock hit from the ’90s, “Cut Your Hair", the one Pavement song your average Gen X’er might actually recognize. How did this happen? In 2020, Stereogum investigated the mystery but came up empty-handed from a technological perspective, though the answer seems obvious to me: Whereas many Pavement songs are oblique, rangy, and noisy, “Harness Your Hopes” is among the most pleasant and inoffensive songs in the band’s catalog. It is now, in the altered reality of Spotify, the quintessential Pavement song. When frontman Stephen Malkmus was asked about this anomaly, he sounded blithely defeated: “At this point we take what we can get, even in a debased form. Because what’s left?” The whole “Harness Your Hopes” situation is in part a result of what’s called “cumulative advantage.” It’s the idea that if something—a song, a person, an idea—happens to be slightly more popular than something else at just the right point, it will tend to become more popular still. (On the other hand, something that does not catch on will usually recede in popularity, regardless of quality.) This is the metric of how most social recommendation algorithms work—on Facebook, the more “likes” an article has, the better odds a user will read it. But when this is applied to what songs are sent to which people, Spotify can engineer its own market of popularity as well as what song defines a band. Popular songs on Spotify are popular within the app because they are what most people are listening to. So from both a behavioral psychology and business perspective, it makes sense for Spotify to assume that you want to listen to what other people are listening to. The chances of the average listener staying on the app longer are much higher if Spotify curates songs that have had a similar effect on people whose taste matches theirs.

#hideous! hideous horrible awful implications for culture

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devourable · 8 months

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Curious about how Sterling would react to a Darling encouraging him to find self-worth outside of his grades and status. If he could divorce his self-worth from those things, what might he find them in next? Apologies if this question is too far removed from the point of Sterling as a character (like asking if Darling tried to leave the school b/c of him).

No pressure to answer, of course~! Just love-hate him so much. Wanna throw a graphing calculator at him one moment (did it to a bully back in grade school, would do it again. 10/10 very satisfying, very effective 😌✨), and kiss him stupid the next. Dunno what you put in your characters to make them so addicting but you gotta stop 😩 /lh

~Doe 🦌

P.S. hope you’re having a good week so far :D

i put crack cocaine in my ocs. hope this helps 🫶 /j

naur but for real. i feel like if you encouraged sterling to find his self worth outside of his grades, he'd scoff and brush it off, may even get a bit bitchy over the suggestion because it implies that he isn't as in control of the life that hes spent so long curating into being 'perfect'. however he'd make some small changes after you bring it up; spending slightly less time studying to read things he likes, composing and playing music for fun rather than for practice, just little things so his life is a bit more bearable. he's very used to his hectic competitive schedule and will not slack off enough to let his grades be less than perfect, but if he can juggle an obsession with you with his normal life and still maintain top ranks then he can squeak in a hobby or two to get you off his back lmfao.

asking sterling to completely divorce his self worth from the thing hes dedicated his life to is asking him to give up part of his identity and he's just not going to do that. but he could definitely learn to live a little once he learns a healthier balance 😌

#inbox | not a bot just shy #🪶 sterling cygnus #im sick again but when am i not tbh #im happier lately tho bc sept is my bday month 🫶

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slen-tiid-vo · 9 months

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NSFW headcanons for a few characters

Contains brynjolf, ulfric, rikke, karliah, serana, Astrid, miraak, and teldryn

Brynjolf

Whats the opposite of a power bottom? Fuck it, a Brynjolf is the opposite of a power bottom. This man takes the reins, but he's going wherever the fuck his partner points, you feel me? Brynjolf is the kind of guy who gets so into being on top/dominate, that he circles back around into this odd type of submission. Loses all control even if he, technically, is the one in control.

Boy's got a knack with his fingers and hands that would make Dibella damn proud of him.

Favors slow, sensual encounters. Brynjolf would rather have a deeply erotic, charged moment full of intimacy and sensuality, than actually have sex. The anticipation is addictive to him. He can do something rougher, and with enthusiasm, but those long, drawn out, torturously slow affairs rewrites his brain chemistry.

Ulfric

Has fucked one person, in his whole life, and has no intention of ever doing so again. It was a girl he fell in love with in the Legion, and they planned to marry after it was all over. Well. "Over" never came, and she sided with the Legion. He still thinks of her, and misses her.

When he was with her, his greatest asset was his voice; he was a sweet talker who didn't shut up, and she loved his deep voice and thick accent right in her ear. The voice is still an allure, but only if you can get him talking, now. Would be much more reserved in bed these days

Eats pussy but the beard is...an acquired taste

Rikke

Has done damage with those thighs in and out of the bedroom, first of all

Had the drive of a saber cat in heat when she was younger. Now, she just has the ferocity, and none of it translates in bed. If she has the time, and is that desperate, to hook up, wants it done quickly and efficiently. Its like a trip to the healer rather than something to enjoy

Has fantasies of clothed sex, or fucking in a wide open space where anyone could see if they walked in. Would never act on it

Has a thing for babblers

Miraak

This is an endurance test, and not just because of what he's packing. Dragonborn stamina is...well. Dragons do their thing one way, humans do theirs another. Dragon stamina is not in the same ballpark as human.

Honestly, not very good at sex. He never learned how to use his dick beyond what felt good for him. Never learned how to use his hands or mouth for a similar reason. He's open to learning, but...he might be pissy about the whole "You're not very good at this" thing. Sensitive in more ways than one.

Karliah

Used to routinely attend what was, essentially, a strip club with Gallus for date nights. They both enjoyed the pageantry, and the shamelessness of it did a lot for her, being a reserved person.

Still enjoys such shows, but hasn't attended one since.

Used to enjoy public sex, right under everyone's noses. Or above on the rooftops. Or under bridges. In a tree, once

Serana

Ace lesbian argue with the wall

Has a soft spot for orc ladies. Real big soft spot. She likes a big teddy bear lady who can turn into a grizzly if need be. And a nice pair of arms...woof

Occasionally 'window shops' dudes and has a tier list of which men from every local faction she finds attractive. Arnbjorn from the Dark Brotherhood is at the very bottom, thinks he smells so fucking bad. The top? Viarmo at the Bards' College. A classy gent.

Would kill someone if Mjoll the Lioness asked

Astrid

Carefully curated the femme fatale persona, but not that horny, actually. Arnbjorn doesn't have much drive, being too prickly of a bastard, and Astrid just finds it a chore half the time

When they do find themselves in the mood, they have to go find a fort or something in the woods. The Sanctuary echoes. There's no soundproofing. Nazir threatened to neuter Arnbjorn if it ever happened again.

Astrid doesn't give a shit but Arnbjorn does. And so, the Sanctuary can rest easy, knowing that it isn't them being kept up all night if the married couple run off together

Teldryn

So fucking picky with everything, but he's great for sizing up someone else's potential partners.

This fucker has so many requirements and hard no's. He's worse than Miraak. If their stone sign is warrior and their mother is from the ____ region and their dad is alive, hard no. That kind of thing. Has a lot of icks.

That being said, fucks like a rabbit. Hypocrite, or settling for less? You decide

Uses magic for sex and has gotten rather good with it. Has hurt himself experimenting, however

#skyrim #tes v #miraak #brynjolf #ulfric stormcloak #teldryn sero

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hwaightme · 1 year

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Your fan, Wooyoung (part 1)

(part 2) (your fan ml)

🍰 pairing: wooyoung x baker!/cafeowner!reader 🍰 genre: romance, fluff, social media vibes, very soft 🍰 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if wooyoung was stanning you 🍰 wordcount: 4.0k 🍰 warnings/tags: maybe language, a tad suggestive, ateez chaotic energy, wooyoung what are you watching boi, e-girls mention with yunho hints, time to vacuum the lawn to catch gossip, ateez wingmen, wooyoung falls fast, reader and wooyoung are both flirts, cooking, baking, mention of food/eating, lmk if anything else! 🍰 a/n: Hello everyone!!! HAPPY RELEASE OF HALAZIA (omg 10M+ views on YT!!!) and SPIN OFF: FROM THE WITNESS <3 and a Happy New Year!!!! (at least, very very soon :)) here is the next part of the Your fan, ___ series, for Wooyoung!!! Hope you enjoy, big hugs and all reblogs, asks and likes appreciated <3

The first time Wooyoung 'met' you, was through his For You Page on TikTok.

He had his own private account for quite some time, watching mainly various dance trends, various food creators and cooking tips, in preparation for this Korean Chef certification.

Yes it was not actually practice or real revision, and probably way out of what he was supposed to be looking into, but scrolling through the specially curated videos was way more... addictive.

And during one such scrolling session, whilst sitting in a styling chair before a fansign event, he stumbled across one of your videos. Better yet, this particular video did not even feature your face, only your hands moving ingredients.

And your mellifluous voice, sweeter than the strawberry shortcake you were making.

As Wooyoung raised the phone to his ear to catch the audio better, he was taken aback when he heard a quiet, lofi version of one of his group's songs serving as background music to you.

NOW you were DEFINITELY on his radar. Bringing his phone almost to his nose, he clicked onto your account. You were full of surprises - you had a very large following, and an extensive selection of videos, with some of them definitely having gone viral.

There were baking videos, coffee-making content... there were some tours of a cafe... then another... And after looking through a little further, he stumbled upon a video of... you.

You, beaming into the camera as you were making an announcement about a new cafe of yours opening. Clicking away, he checked for any descriptions, and sure enough, he found a link to an about you page, that turned out to be an official site for your cafe chain, "dream-ity", now in five locations, with five locations around the Seoul National Capital Area.

If he had to choose a word to describe how he saw you from first impression, it would probably be 'soft'. A walking ray of sunshine as a person.

He went back to the video announcement, rewatching it. As he was drifting off into dreamland, barely controlling his heart eyes, his stylist peeked at the screen, nodding as she recognised the person on the screen.

"Oh you are watching Y/N?"

"Yes! Just found her, actually, do you know her?"

"Oh yeah! She is super famous on TikTok actually, and recently started a YouTube channel with more vlog-style content. If you are into... it, I highly recommend." she explained with a wink, giving a lock of Wooyoung's hair one final spray before tapping his shoulders to announce that she was done.

"Okay, thank you~" he sing-songed, hopping from his chair, spinning around to take a look at the word completed once more.

He returned to his screen, and smiled at himself, making a note to look you up later. As Wooyoung was called up to make final preparations for the signing, he tapped follow on your account, and liked the announcement video.

The second time he 'met' you, was when he had finally gotten the chance to simply laze on the couch at the dorms, laptop on his stomach, chin pressed flat against his chest.

He was feeling the need for some comfort, and remembered the suggestion of his stylist to find you on YouTube. Just searching up 'dream-ity' was enough. And there it was. Your channel. Your videos. You. A lot of you. Smiling, baking, focused as you did the perfect matcha pour to complete a latte, paired with an elegant matcha crepe cake.

Your concentrated face instantly became Wooyoung's favourite, his heart melting as you piped the most intricate flowers onto a layered cake.

He caught himself. Caught the woah. Since when was he, the master of sexy performance, so SOFT?

He decided to take a step back for a bit. Convince himself that it was just another creator, just another person out there doing their thing and-

Oh no you were good. You were really good at what you did. So good in fact, that you were a certified patisserie chef who had competed, and WON trophies before. All that, and you appeared to be humbleness itself.

Just out there, in your cafe(s), having the time of your life explaining step by step how to get puff pastry just right. Quoting 'The Great British Bake Off' was one of your favourite things apparently, so naturally Wooyoung noted that down on his phone. As one totally did if they were just 'admiring skill'.

On hour two of watching your content, he started picking up on your micro habits.

The way in which you brushed your hair out of your face with your lower arm, wrist bent ever so slightly so as to not get flour on your face.

How you bit your lip just a little as you were balancing a loaded tray of goodies while taking them to bake in the oven.

How your eyes practically shined as you delved into the history of a given dessert or bake or literally anything. Like in one of your non-baking videos, you were happily babbling away about various aesthetically pleasing cafes you visited while on holiday in Busan.

Wooyoung was on a train to paradise when a wild San appeared and got him in a headlock. Letting out a high-pitched yelp he slammed the laptop shut and attempted to fight his friend off, failing miserably.

"Oooooooh, Woo, so naughty, are you watching porn in the dorms? In broad daylight?"

"No what the hell San, I have enough of you walking around the dorms naked."

"So now I am your wet dream material?"

"Yes baby, now come and give us a kiss~" Wooyoung pouted and finally was able to scare San off as he began to make aggressive smooching noises in his ear.

"OKAY MAN I GOT IT NOW SPILL THE TEA."

"What tea?" Wooyoung played coy, twirling a lock of hair around his finger and gazing off to the side.

"Ahem, to quote the legends, 'bro who got you smiling like that?'" San flung himself onto the sofa, nearly knocking his friend and the laptop off, making Wooyoung fly towards it in a panic.

The commotion also brought forth a curious pair of ears, Seonghwa stepping out into the corridor with a lint roller and a rag in hand, making it a point that apparently, exactly right now was the best time to start cleaning a specific spot of the corridor. Hongjoong also did the unthinkable and JOINED Seonghwa in cleaning, albeit a lot less enthusiastically, moving a dry rag back and forth with his foot, arms crossed.

Soon enough Wooyoung noticed that, thanks to San's very gossip-promising question, the rest of the members were also suddenly making their respective appearances and occupying themselves with menial or highly questionable tasks.

Yunho and Jongho had made a beeline for the kitchen, with the former browsing the top shelves of all the cabinets, opening each door with the speed of a sloth, and the latter pouring the tallest glass of water that was in the house, moving in slow motion.

Mingi opened his door wide open, and after peering out to check that nothing had been revealed yet, lied back down on his bed, but continuously raising his head as if repositioning an antenna.

But Yeosang was what did it for Wooyoung. He sauntered, across the entire living room, with the world's most unperturbed expression on his face, and sat down right in front of him on the floor, staring into his soul, and commanding:

"Spill."

Wooyoung was frozen still bent down from managing to catch the laptop before it fell. There was no getting out of this. It was either he said it all, or it would be 7 and hostage makes one team.

"So, there is this one TikToker right-"

"You say what now?" San interjected, as Wooyoung swore he head Jongho spit out a bit of the water as he tried to stifle a laugh.

"NO it's not like the buss it thing, we're long past that."

"Uh-huh, as if..." Seonghwa mumbled to himself, rolling his eyes.

"No really!" Wooyoung was getting fired up, enjoying the attention that he now had. Standing up on the couch, he began gesturing with the laptop as though he was a lecturer.

"Anyways. It is very wholesome. It is a baking and cafe account. Really aesthetically pleasing. The creator also has a YouTube channel, and she-"

"Ah so it IS a SHE!!!!" San clapped his hands together, as if celebrating a discovery.

"Yes, ha-ha fun-ny. Anyways, literally all of her content is amazing. So I have been watching it."

"For the past two hours." Yunho commented, finally shutting all the cupboards

"Dude and you like e-girls!" Wooyoung retorted.

"HEY that was totally uncalled for and so not true!"

"choke me like you hate me BUT YOU LOVE ME-" Mingi began a dramatic rendition of a well known song, progressively getting louder, as Yunho flew across the apartment and into his room, with a battle cry of "IT'S TIME TO STOP", ready for violence.

"Ah never would I think to see the day that my trouble child would like a wholesome, down to earth girl."

"She's a badass." Wooyoung smirked, at Hongjoong, who's expression immediately fell. "She literally owns baking competitions and five cafes. Basically a girl boss in the best way possible."

"That is one heck of a badass... like... Shiber level badass." Yeosang mused, eliciting a round of laughter from the other members.

After twisting his hands and forcing him to show them some of your videos, Wooyoung had been tasked with a mission to go to your cafe under penalty of cleaning the dorms under Seonghwa's supervision, using the eldest member's method.

He agreed initially, for the excitement of it and because, come on, he was the king of flirting and performances. How many killing points in choreography were his? But as a day turned into a week, and then two, and he was still merely a viewer who was liking all of your content, the challenge was hanging over his head like a guillotine.

The members ceaselessly taunted him with the Cleaning Contract, with Seonghwa taking particular pleasure in describing intricate routines for how he would want the smallest segment of the apartment cleaned, emphasising that if something were to be done even a tiny bit wrong, Wooyoung would be redoing the entire thing.

Finally, one sunny day the fear tactics worked, and officially done with his member's attacks, Wooyoung got up extra early, dressed up to the 10s, only to cover it with something more inconspicuous, and completed the look with truly anonymous cap and mask.

While on the way to one of your cafes, he wanted to slap himself. Firstly, what in the world was he doing, travelling to an unchecked location way before its opening time, and how did he even know that this was the cafe you were going to be at?

Way to go. He was a planner extraordinaire. But seeing as he had nothing else to do, might as well have some fun and go "you-scouting".

To his disappointment, the first location definitely did not have you anywhere in sight, so like the wind he ran back to the metro, praying that no one was going to recognise him along his journey.

Whilst catching his breath, he looked up at the 'dream-ity' logo on the second storefront, muttering a colourful collection of vocabulary under his breath - again, you were nowhere in sight.

A brief panic washed over him as he thought - what if you had been in the back of the cafe, or had just come in? And he was already on his way to his third spot - his final, considering that it was already way past opening time, and slowly becoming a risk for him.

Goyang-si, his home city. He prayed that it would not let him down, being able to house his chaos for so long.

By grace of everything good in the world, as he was ambling towards the cafe, part of him already having given up, and laughing at his boyish determination, he looked up and there you were.

Laughing with a co-worker about something or other, them being indoors, and you outside, watering some potted plants.

It felt like a dream - suddenly Wooyoung understood why you named the cafe how you did.

He checked the street for any passers by. None. Your cafe - no one except the people working. He checked his phone - destiny decided it was his day today: this particular outlet was one that opened the latest out of all, and actually he had managed to arrive half an hour early.

Before you saw him he stealthily turned the corner, and checked himself in the window of an empty car. Removing some of the clothing items to look more like his stylish, dandy self, removing his mask, and readjusting the cap to let some of his flaming red locks show and frame his face, he was ready to impress.

With the swagger that he would have on the stage, he stepped out of hiding, and took course right to your cafe. Your co worker had left you alone to finish tending to the flowers.

Wooyoung stood a bit away behind you, thinking of just how cool he would be when you beat him to it with a simple:

"Sorry, we're not open yet."

And you had not even turned to look at him. His jaw dropped. Well that was a healthy dose of reality. He bit his lip, not quite sure how to proceed.

He hummed, pensive and tried:

"Well I was hoping you could make an exception?"

"And what makes you- oh." As you turned, you were in for a shock of your life.

There he was. In person. Your bias. Of all people.

You contemplated slapping yourself but that would just be the strangest first impression. Deep breaths, deep breaths. You probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Quick, say something-

"If you don't mind helping with a couple of things."

Again, you were dying inside. Was that really the best thing you could say? Well, at least it was quick.

Wooyoung found your reaction adorable, and the quip even more so. Judging by your initial reaction, it was safe for him to confirm that you definitely knew who he was, but your daring offer just drew him in. He wanted to see what other buttons he could press, and how you were off camera. Off his phone or laptop screen.

"With pleasure. Are you making your signature mille-feuille today?" He asked, and sent a wink your way.

Oh. Oh he watched your content. Oh he knew what you liked to make.

"I think it needs a taste test, want a bite?" You responded, your voice dropping unintentionally low.

Well today you learned that your mouth was disconnected from your mind. And that Wooyoung seemed to be quite giddy about that.

"Exactly what I've been craving, sweetheart."

Wooyoung was burning up, and was grateful that his ears were covered by his cap, though his face was probably starting to match his hair. You probably thought he was too forward, or too pushy or too much-

"Then come on in sugar, and take some chairs down from the tables while you're at it." You instructed, beaming at him.

He could get used to this. Quickly. Like a sugar rush.

So he visited. And visited again. And again. Not caring a single bit that he had to wake up at a strange hour instead of getting more sleep. Not caring that he had to take his tired body all the way to the cafe in Goyang-si. He loved these quiet hours of the morning with you.

And definitely appreciated that you told your employees to arrive after official opening hours. So that you could just spend time together and talk about everything.

On that first day when he went back, which was much later than he had initially planned, he had attempted to cover up the rendezvous he blurted that he was visiting his family. But that did not slide, since San was immediately threatening him by pointing at his phone and boasting his ability to phone Wooyoung's entire family tree, and Seonghwa simply opened the door of the closet that housed the vacuum cleaner.

Truthfully, had he just told them that he succeeded in finding you, speaking to you and even getting your number, the evening would have been much less 'eventful', as the members ended up simply patting him on the back, giving him a round of applause in true ATEEZ sarcastic fashion, and labelling him as "lover boy" and "hopeless romantic". Not that he minded at all - actually Wooyoung felt it had a nice ring to it, and showed these traits with pride.

Quickly enough it had also permeated into his numerous K-Pop Idol Profiles on social media, when during a couple of interviews his members poked fun at him by hinting that he was as such, testing him as to what kind of excuses and stories he would make up to not reveal his connection to you for safety. He now apparently liked romance kdramas, which was questionable, but was the best he could think of in the spur of the moment.

With both of you being public figures, you had made it your top priority to ensure that no one intruded into what was only made for two. At first, you thought that Wooyoung would crack at a certain point, perhaps by accident, but as it turned out he was a LOT more responsible and considerate than his demeanour would suggest.

Even when he had simply sent you flowers to the door, he did not include any information that could in any way guide someone to you and him, instead ordering a series of emojis printed on a card that only you would be able to decrypt.

As you got to know each other better, you had grown more comfortable and began to delve into each other's deeper backgrounds, including how you came to be who you were, what fears and hopes you had, the list went on.

You had revealed to him that initially you had been lined up to be trained as a chef in traditional Korean Cuisine, to follow in the footsteps of your father. Although you could appreciate the art, and to appease your father had indeed trained for a short while, you soon realised that you could not bear being in the exact same line of work as him.

You did not want to be known simply as his daughter. As a shadow that was 'still learning, and had a long way to go', as he had informed you after you spent a 12 hour day working at his Michelin star restaurant.

The constant reprimands and harshness eventually made you crack and so you turned to your safe haven - baking and dessert making. While your father had seen only the one side of you that he wanted to shape, you had concealed your efforts to work part time when you could, to go to night classes, slowly but surely building up to an actual degree.

Once you had 'quiet quit' your Korean cuisine path and had proof under your belt that you could succeed in the 'sweeter side of life' , things became easier. You allowed yourself to just do the bare minimum, could not care less if your father did not praise you, and became much more liberal with your schedule - to make more time for creating a future that you actually wanted.

When your father had finally found out about what he had called your 'betrayal', you were prepared, and without much else to say simply gave him a 90 degree bow and sped off to Busan, where you had gotten to know an affluent professional, from whom you had further learned.

Fast forward some time later, and you had found yourself on an exchange programme in France - the loneliest time in your life, but it definitely raised you to the next level, and upon your return, 'dream-ity' was only a month away from being launched.

And now, well, you had built your own happiness, were continuously expanding business and experimenting, did masterclasses and ran popular social media accounts, with no plans to stop.

Wooyoung could only stare at you in admiration. This kind of perseverance and passion was something that he valued deeply and strived for for himself, and to see it in you was simply stunning.

He thought back to his initial impression of you, and realised how wrong he had been when labelling you just as a 'happy-go-lucky' girl who just existed in a soft alternative universe and just baked cakes all day. No, there was always something new to learn about you, from your life to your beautiful mind.

Wooyoung had become a fan of yours because he was interested in exploring something he could not do and make. He had stayed when he had heard how in love you were with what you did. And now, he fell in deep because of how well he understood you and respected you, and you did the same for him.

You two were passionate people, no doubt about that. Maybe at first one might think you two could cause a wildfire. But the maturity and level-headedness you had promoted in one another was worthy of respect.

At least when it was just you two.

Because the members were at their wits' end. He had gotten even louder, even more flamboyant, and made every effort to be the funniest guy in the room which, to be fair, did work phenomenally during quite a few of their events. But when that translated to auto-pilot loved up chaos mode in the dorms... it was a hurricane.

So they banished him out of the dorms until he came back with you being officially his girlfriend. And boy was he in trouble. It was nearing closing time for you, and it was much busier out. Thankfully, you had a back door, and let him through it, so he was safe. He waited for you until the cafe was shut, and ended up inspecting a photo of you and your father that you had up on a wall. For some reason, he looked very familiar.

When he finally figured it out, he was in for the shock of a lifetime. As his face went pale, and he was not responding to you, you got more and more concerned that Wooyoung fell ill, but all cleared up when he raised his own phone, with a photo to show you.

In the photo was him in a line chef's outfit, standing right next to your father. You and Wooyoung erupted into maniacal laughter until tears were threatening to roll down your cheeks and your ribs hurt.

"So I really took the traditional route here and met your father before I met you huh?"

That day you had to thank your father for the most unexpected thing. For the fact that somehow, by learning this interesting crossover, this provoked Wooyoung to ask you out officially (he was never going to tell about how he had a whole troop at home ready to unleash guerrilla tactics). You had poked fun at him that it was because he actually wanted to date your dad, but Wooyoung kissed you in exchange for your silence, so it was a done deal.

It was already quite late at night when Wooyoung finally thought it was necessary for him to come back, but little did either of you know, the future held a lot more obstacles than you could have imagined, with a photo of Wooyoung leaving the cafe past closing hours rapidly making rounds on social media the very next day.

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Dinner At the Cameron's

TW: smut. Dom/dark Rafe. Degrading language. Language. Daddy kink. Slapping, spanking.

SUMMARY: The need to entertain yourself at dinner leads Rafe to punish you when the night comes to an end.

WORD COUNT: 2600

*Requested*

Dinner At the Cameron's

There was never an expense spared whenever the Cameron family arranged any function. Christmas and New Years parties as legendary as they were lavish to the weekly dinners curated and catered in some failing attempt to keep the family intact. But no amount of decor could alter the tension when it was just the core members of the family set around sterling silver place settings.

This was why when Rafe began dating you, you became a staple at each and every event he could convince you to attend. You were his anchor to grace, his distraction from the way his father condescended to him and built up Sarah, and finally, the life of most conversations as you were able to charm everyone from Ward to Wheezie, and even the personal chef who managed to slip a little larger portion of dessert ‘just for you’.

To say you were loved would be an understatement, but nobody adored you more than the boyfriend at your side. But something on this night made him too distracted to make a move to tease you beneath the table as he'd struggle to refrain from doing so prior nights. And so you decided to try and distract him as you knew he wouldn't explain the reason behind his distant eyes as he never wanted to worry you with the domestic issues you'd witnessed and Ward attempted to explain away. And as always, you would mend it the best way you knew how...

"Babe..." Rafe warned, the sudden pressure of your climbing hand tearing him from his dazed focus on the food half eaten on his plate.

"Just let me make you feel good, baby..."

"You can't wait?" You offered a downcast of your head but a lift of your eyes that portrayed the exact way you would look at him if preparing to take his cock, a sight you knew was a favorite and managed to get you anything you wanted. Not that you ever really needed to ask as he spoiled you in every way he could, which was why you wanted to lend him a hand of your own...

"I want to feel you come against my hand..." You leaned against him, lips quiet to his ear so only he could hear your continuation, "Daddy..."

The way his hand wrapped around your wrist to keep you still had been enough to seize your motions and memorize this specific look of carnality he'd only wear when you held control; which was seldom at best.

"You REALLY want to do this right here?" Your hand reached over his cock, already pained at attention as you grinned against his cheek, already savoring a premature victory.

"I want to make you feel so good..." You began to apply pressure against him, his hips adjusting in his seat while you continued palming his rigid shaft. Without words of warning, he only lifted his fingers to the back of your neck, wrapping them in stability, but also setting your nerves on fire from the way he was so shamelessly dominant. He never shied away from showing his want for you, but limited it to a more reserved display in front of his family. Until now at least.

"Is it too hard?" Rose asked as your eyes flashed to her as your cheeks blushed, Rafe scoffing in a half smirk as your hand froze.

"What?"

"The fish..."

"Oh, no." You smirked nervously as she began to discuss how she had a consistent issue with the chef overlooking this specific dish, as Rafe's hand returned to motion your own in continued pleasure. Immediately, you obeyed, feigning interest in the topic before Ward managed to pull her attention elsewhere.

"You're so fucking cute when you blush...but you started this...so you're gonna finish it..yeah?" You nodded as he smiled in approval.

"Good girl." You repressed the urge to roll your eyes closed in how that praise affected you as the title of seductive patriarch had to him. You fed each other's kinks quite well as you were addicted to each other in a helpless need for groundation; both sexual and emotional.

"Fuck..." He breathed after taking a bite from his fork as Ward was quick to berate him.

"Language-"

"It's just..." He cleared his throat. "SO good..." His hands tightened around the back of your neck, in both praise and anger for what he couldn't reciprocate.

"You are so fucking in for it tonight..." You grimaced as he rested against your ear, a threat leaving him smirking as you continued your own motions.

"Fuck, sweetheart, the friction, it's-" He moved to slow your hand as you moved to where only he could hear you.

"Please daddy, you feel so good...I wanna make you feel good...please." The only thing Rafe loved more than those doe eyes had been your pleas, no matter how often or strained, he lived for their expulsion from your lips. It was an effect you felt well stationed against your hand as he was reacting against you in nearly carless movements.

"Feel good for me, baby...please..." You drew out your plea, watching him clench his jaw, as he buried his expression into your cheek, his winces sounding off in silent grunts into your ear. The symphony of his strain was almost too erotic for you to handle. To have such an intimidating figure such as Rafe Cameron purring into your ear with moans and groans, offered such a trip of power that you could almost get off on it yourself without so much as his touch.

“Babygirl…” He huffed, hand capable of leaving bruises if he continued to grip the back of your neck in this maintenance.

“Come for me, Rafe…I wanna feel you beneath my hand.”

“Shit…” He growled into you as you quickened your strides, still managing to do so undetected-or at least what you believed to be unseen, before you heard those desperate whimpers in continuance against your ear. His second hand wrapped tightly around his glass as Sarah suddenly made note of your interaction, rolling her eyes and snickering in disgust as you giggled against Rafe who couldn’t care anything but the release he was withholding at the mercy of your hand.

“Fuck!” He growled, his finite control crumbling beneath the grinding of your hand, held firmly as he rode himself into your palm, a sudden warmth beneath your hand in validation for his release met beneath the noses of those nearby. Yet to the trained eye, his labored breathing and heavy eyes still in recovery from a recent orgasm, made the interaction stick out like a sore thumb.

“Shit…” He breathed, having ‘accidentally’ knocked your wine into his lap to cover for the evidence of your intentional stain.

“Baby, would you help me?” He asked, your heart racing in what you knew was a veiled invitation for payback-the kind that would leave your legs trembling and your core thoroughly devoted from his cock or fingers, maybe even his tongue…

“Of course…” You followed him beyond the corridor of the kitchen and dining room, expecting to find cover within the laundry room, but instead, feeling him take you just beyond the door-just out of earshot of the remainder of his family.

“My naughty little girl just couldn’t keep her hands to herself tonight, could she?” You bit your bottom lip as he groaned in approval. “You know I’m going to have to punish you for it…right baby?”

“Yes, daddy-” His jaw clenched, that simple title holding such an effect coming from otherwise innocent lips.

“Take off your panties-RIGHT NOW.” He commanded as you blushed, his brows raising in your defiance. “Do you WANT me to hurt you?”

“I can’t take off what I don’t have…” His eyes darted to your hips before his tongue spread wide across his lips.

“Shit, you’ve been needy all day? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I wanted you then…but I NEED you now…” You groaned, fingers wrapping into his shirt as he licked his lips once again. Only this time, taking his hand to your jaw and sharing this exploration beyond your own mouth.

“If you weren’t so goddamn hot, I wouldn’t let you come at all for the shit you pulled-but I love making you come…” He moved in for one more kiss,pushing you back into the wall.

“So you’re going to for me like the good girl you are…but you make one noise, and I’ll come down your throat with you learning your lesson in edging and rejection-do you understand me?”

“Yes-”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy-”

“Good. Now shut the fuck up for me, sweetheart.” The contradiction of a honeyed tone but harsh words sent sparks throughout your body as you watched him descend between your legs, pulling your leg over his shoulder as he smirked when verifying your lack of fabric across your hips. Swearing into your sex, the heat and vibration making your back arch, he’d reach up over your thighs to keep you against the wall.

Immediately, your body convulsed against him as you began to perspire in your attempts to remain quiet, every nerve in your body taken to war for silence against the pleasure he allowed by the vicious flicks of his tongue. And yet your need to come was greater than that of your need to release those desperate moans,his threat remaining an echo within your ambition, as Rose’s voice suddenly made you stiffen.

You’d overheard the way she berated the chef over the fish, all while Rafe continued-hell, he quickened and even carried his fingers into you to torment you just as you’d done to him. The lines you made throughout his hair were ignored, the tugging to make him slow doing nothing to cease him, as he would only flash his eyes up to you as if to say ‘it’s only fair’.

“Must be one hell of a stain…” Sarah commented before passing the corridor, your hips bucking against him so violently that it knocked him away from your sex.

“Really?” He challenged, amusement and aggression spread in equal measure behind his face. Without a care of being seen by any of the night’s guests; family or staff, he pulled you up the stairs, still wearing your slick as if it were a badge of honor, before taking you into his room and slamming the door with a cruel slam at your back.

“You wanna test me tonight, sweetheart?”

“I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry, Rafe-” He was suddenly before you, hand wrapped in a harmful grip that ate into the back of your scalp, a light wince leaving your lips, still breathless in your recent attempts to remain quiet.

“You want to try that again?”

“I’m sorry daddy…”

“Better…But you still gotta be punished.” He took you to the bed, twisting you into position until he held your hips aligned with his hips. But he wouldn’t begin this torment quite yet. Instead, he’d pull you up to him by your neck, his breath hot in your ear as it had been when he whimpered his release, only now, dominance replacing that recent submission.

“You know I love taking care of you when you’re my good girl.” You nodded. “When you behave…All the ways I make you come for me…” He continued as your nods followed in suit, his grip forcing you to look at him. “But you didn’t behave, did you? Just a horny little slut who couldn’t wait even an hour for me?”

“No, daddy, I’m sorry daddy-”

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it this time sweetheart…But I’ll make sure you remember…” You were suddenly forced into a bend, your dress pulled high over your hips as he kept it out of the way with a fist at your back, his second hand releasing his own restraints, before he shoved his way between your slick folds, not a chance to adjust as he rammed his cock into your greedy cunt.

“Fuck-” You spoke into the pillow, your pleas muffled as he took you by your hair, pulling you up just enough to turn your head so he could hear you.

“You wanted to play this game, bitch, so they’re gonna hear what happens when you’re impatient-”

“Rafe!” A slap to your ass made you gasp as he repeated this a handful of times before ultimately returning to his thrusts.

“You trying to piss me off, baby?”

“No!” You groaned as he pulled himself out of you, repositioning you until your legs were pressed against your chest, his cock teasing your lower lips as he spoke, chuckling over you.

“You are so fucking desperate to come, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy twitching already-”

“Please baby-” A hand to your cheek made your expression falter as he lowered over you, assessing your stability for a moment as he always had to ensure he hadn't crossed that line, before taking his grip to your lower jaw for dominance.

“You know what to call me. You say anything but that and I’ll take you back downstairs and make you come in front of all of them until you remember who owns this pussy-who deserves it-right?”

“Yes Daddy!”

“Good-now take me deep like you always do, baby…I’m gonna fill you so deep-”

“Oh God…” You groaned, feeling him keep to his words as his cock battered against your cervix, careless to your winces, before mending them with the rush of pleasure allowed by his fingertips making circles of your clit. The rubbings taking your back into an arch as he forced you flat for achieving a proper angle.

“Open your mouth-” He ordered, taking a hold of the back of your neck as you obeyed, already producing your tongue as he smiled widely.

“Good girl…Swallow…” He commanded before spitting against your tongue, the need to please him enough to silence any minor reservations.

“Do you think you deserve this?”

“No daddy-”

“But I'm taking pity on you because you’re so needy…so what do you say to THAT?” He questioned with a grunt.

“Thank you daddy!”

“Good girl-good fucking girl…keep taking me like that-yeaaah…” He set his head back in basking how perfectly you ‘took’ him; tightly and with conviction of your own.

“I shouldn’t let you come, right?”

“Right, daddy-” You moaned beneath him.

“But maybe if you beg real pretty, I’ll consider it-”

“Please! Please daddy-” He exhaled with approval, quickening against you, expression contorting in how those pleas brought him pleasure before he pulled your legs to either side of his hips and had you bouncing him in and out of you.

“Make me come then sweetheart-show me you can listen…Show me you can be a good girl again-”

“I wanna be your good girl-” You whimpered as he nodded.

“I know you do-You’re doing so good…Just like that…” He groaned into you as you finalized a positioning over his hips, guiding his pleasure inside of you as he cursed your name into your shoulder as if trying to brand it into your skin.

“Rafe…” Your breath ceased as he took a cruel hold of your hair. “Daddy! I'm sorry! Daddy! Please! Please! I’m so sorry!”

“You’re lucky I love you so fucking much-” His hand moved to your clit, rubbing you in desperate continuation.

“Yes!”

“Louder!”

“YES!” You belted, your single word interrupted by the rush of his cum layering itself inside of you at the very moment you found your own release over him, the evidence of his release flickering inside of you as he kept this grip on the back of your neck.

“What are you doing next Friday?” You chuckled. “Because there’s no fucking way you’re not having my fingers between those legs tormenting you JUST like you did to me…”

“Yes…Daddy…” You agreed as he finalized one passionate kiss that returned his sweetness to you.

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