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Coming Down Your Chimney

A Five Hargreeves x Female Reader Christmas Smut Request

Hey, I had an idea and I was wondering if you could write something about it? Five and y/n are married, they want to have their own children and that's why they're doing it like rabbits. Five plays Santa Claus for Diego and Lila's children, and then he fucks Y/n while wearing the costume. Y/n becomes pregnant, a Christmas miracle

Thank you, anon, I had a lot of fun writing this! Merry Christmas to all the Five fans out there! 😘🎄☂️

Warnings: Smut, mild breeding kink, Santa kink?, corny sexual innuendos, no use of y/n

The kitchen floor was a disaster as you glanced to the side, eyeing up the spilled wine and dried pasta that had been flung off the counter minutes earlier. It would be a bitch to clean up, especially with the red wine seeping slowly into the wood. You should really mop it up sooner than later to avoid any staining. As you were thinking this, your body was pulled roughly forward as Five slammed his hips against you. Your arms were splayed out to the side, your palms leaving streaks on the marble countertop as you braced yourself against another pounding. 

One minute you had been calmly preparing dinner together, and the next you were both hungry for something much more than linguine. Just one look from him; that one that made your pulse race and your panties wet, and you were both frantically ripping each other’s clothes off.

It was already the second time that day, but it didn’t matter. It could have been the tenth and you’d still be dying for him. You had been married a year but that hadn’t slowed either of you down. After Five told you he wanted to start a family with you, and you immediately agreed, the two of you had been going at it constantly. Unfortunately, it had been months and still no luck.

“Five…” you gasped out. “The wine.”

“Fuck the wine,” he hissed before gripping your thighs tighter. “You’re not going to be able to drink it after I finish with you anyway.”

Your breathy laugh turned into a moan when his cock rammed into you again. “Oh shhhhit…Five, I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now shut up so I can put a damn baby in you.”

With another hard slam, Five was bottoming out inside of you as your fingers squeaked across the slick marble again; the lower half of your body held firmly in his grasp with your legs wrapped around him.

“Don’t…don’t come yet,” you begged through gritted teeth. 

Five’s frustrated growl was low in his throat as he slowed his pace. Grabbing your hand off the counter by your wrist, he shoved it between your legs. With his hand covering yours, he worked your fingers against your clit, pressing hard and insistently. When you let out a loud cry and thrust your hips up, he smirked.

“You like that?”

You nodded with another high-pitched moan. “Yes…keep…oh fuck…” you couldn’t finish your sentence because Five had started driving into you harder, all while keeping his and your fingers pressed against your engorged clit; the rhythm of his fucking creating a pulsing sensation that made you bite your lip and close your eyes.

With one last, rough thrust, Five had you crying out while your orgasm washed over you and he emptied himself inside of you at the same time. With his hips stuttering against you, he made sure every last drop of cum was being pumped out. After he was finished, he kept you in the same position, not pulling out just yet. You made a move to sit up before he gently pressed you back down by your shoulder.

“Just one more minute, darling,” he said breathlessly. “We want to make sure we give my guys a fighting chance to get up there.”

You laughed. “Five, maybe you missed out on sex ed when you were a kid, but they will find their way up there no matter what, I promise.”

He shook his head with a smile. “I’m not taking any chances. I have a good feeling about this particular gang.”

After a few more seconds, you started squirming around. “Five, my back hurts, can I get up now?”

Five let your legs go and he took a step back, pulling out in the process. He gave you a hand to pull you up and helped you get down from the counter. He was still panting hard, his chest covered with a thin sheen of sweat and his dark hair a mess on top of his head. Strands of it flopped over one eye and stuck to his forehead as he smiled at you with pride.

“Good game,” he said with a swift smack to your ass that had a little more force to it than was necessary. 

You jumped and rubbed at the spot with your hand, frowning. “Ow.”

But Five was already walking towards the refrigerator while you admired his tight, toned ass on the way.

“What are you doing?” you asked, turning the heat off on the stove since the water for your abandoned dinner was about to boil over. You looked around for your panties and sighed when you saw they were lying in a puddle of Bordeaux. “Damn it,” you muttered.

When you looked up again, Five was standing in front of the open fridge, downing a bottle of orange Gatorade without taking a breath. As you watched in awe, he loudly gulped down the last swallow, stuck the cap back on the now empty bottle, and chucked it over his shoulder where it bounced off the wall and clunked to the floor.

“Electrolytes,” he said as a way of explanation when he saw your confusion. “Gotta keep hydrated.”

“For what?” 

Five pushed his damp hair off his forehead, the sight of his flexed tricep drawing your attention. “According to my spreadsheets, this is prime baby making time.” He stretched and pulled his arms across his chest like he was gearing up for a marathon. “Plus, I’m on a roll now, so I don’t want to lose momentum,” he further explained while doing a few side bends.

“Ok wow, naked lunges…that’s…something you don’t see everyday.”

“Gotta limber up. Don’t pretend you’re not turned on.”

You laughed. “Shouldn’t we eat dinner first?”

You let out a yelp when he blinked directly in front of you, grabbing your ass with both hands and grinding his already growing crotch against you. He shook his head with a devious smirk. “Fuck first. Food later.” 

Then you were whisked off in another zap of blue to the bedroom. 

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It was December, and getting close to Christmas when you walked in on Five having a heated conversation with someone over the phone.

“No. No way. Absolutely not. Forget it.” Pause. “Because it’s stupid, that’s why!” Pause. “You cannot use my niece against me like that.” Pause. “I don’t care if you think I owe you a favor after kneeing you in the nuts when we were eleven! Pause. “Look, the answer is no. End of story. Not happening.”

When you gave him a questioning look, he turned away from you. Just to be nosey, you leaned in, trying to eavesdrop on the conversation. On the other end of the line, you heard Diego’s voice.

“Come on, don’t be an asshole,” Diego barked.

“Me an asshole?!” Five retorted in disbelief. “They’re your damn kids, why can’t you do it yourself? Or ask any one of our other idiot siblings?”

There was an exasperated sigh from Diego. “Like I said before…I need to be there or else it’s going to look suspicious. Luther is too big and dumb, Klaus would flake out and forget, and Viktor is like the size of an elf. So, that leaves you. Not to mention you’re the only one that can blink inside and pull off the whole ‘magical mystique’ part of it. Come on, Five…please?”

“Fuck,” Five groaned, running a hand down his face. “You do realize I’m not exactly built for this role, right?”

Diego laughed. “Yeah, I know, you’re a skinny little shit, but the suit comes with padding.”

“No! No padding. I don’t need to look like even more of a dumbass than I’m already going to.”

“So, you’ll do it?”

Finally understanding what was going on, you yelled into the phone, startling Five who hadn’t known you were listening from behind. “Five would love to play Santa for the kids, Diego! Tell Lila to bring the suit by and I’ll make sure he’s all dressed and ready on time for Christmas Eve!”

“What the fuck?” Five said to you, his eyebrows creased together in that way that always made you laugh. “Thanks a lot.”

You grinned as he hung up the phone. “You know you were going to do it anyway. I was just moving the process along.”

“I’m going to look like an asshole,” he grumbled.

“Well, Five, you are an asshole, so it fits,” you giggled before planting a kiss onto his mouth that was set in a straight line of annoyance. “But you are my adorable asshole who will look very sexy in a Santa suit.”

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When Christmas Eve arrived, Five tried to back out of the deal.

“No way…this isn’t happening…I told you,” he insisted while you just looked at him with your hands on your hips.

“Five, come on. You’re doing this and that’s that. Diego and Lila are already expecting you and you can’t let them down.

“I don’t care,” he protested weakly.

You gave him a soft kiss. “Five Hargreeves, you can pretend you’re a hard ass all you want, but we both know you are as soft as a teddy bear when it comes to those kids.” You shoved the Santa hat in his hands. “Which is one of the many, many reasons I love you.”

“You know, you’re very cute but you’re a giant pain in the ass.”

You nodded. “I’m aware. No go on, go get changed.”

Parked outside of Diego and Lila’s house, Five continued to sulk. When you glanced over at him in the passenger seat, you let out a loud laugh. He was glowering in his usual fashion whenever things weren’t going his way, but all while wearing a red-velvet Santa suit, complete with fake beard and hat with a little white puff on the end.

“Five…are you the Grinch or Santa? Come on, you can’t be that ornery, you’re supposed to be jolly.”

He looked at you with what you assumed was a scowl, but was hidden under the white polyester beard. “I am not, nor will I ever be, jolly.”

You sighed, starting to get fed up with his attitude. “Stop acting like this is going to kill you. Just shut the fuck up, blink inside, and try to be a decent Santa. Otherwise you’re going to have one disappointed niece, a very angry brother, and a wife that will not be going anywhere near your North pole later tonight, if you catch my drift.”

His frown deepened. “That’s not fair.”

With a shrug, you opened the car door and stepped out. “Don’t forget the bag!” you reminded him as you closed the door and headed for the house.

You had texted Diego on the way so he, Lila, and the kids were already gathered in the living room. When you walked inside, Grace ran to you and hugged you around your waist.

“You’re here!” The little girl peeked behind you. “Where’s Uncle Five?”

“Oh, he was busy, he couldn’t make it. He said to tell you hello and that he’ll see you tomorrow at the family Christmas party.”

“Oh ok,” Grace said, obviously disappointed. Then a smile returned to her face. “Guess what? We’re going to a parade later. My dad said we’re all going to freeze our freaking asses off, but my mom told him to stop being a baby and man up.”

With a laugh, you looked at Lila, who was busy holding a squirming toddler. “Well, you are being a big baby, Diego,” she said to her husband.

“I’m not being a baby and we are going to freeze our asses off,” Diego grumbled while carrying the other twin on his hip.

Just then, there was a blue flash of light and Five appeared in front of the fireplace, with his costume on and the bag of presents that you had made him bring slung over his shoulder. You could tell he was still not happy, but he looked a little less grumpy than he had been in the car.

Grace shrieked. “Santa!” 

“Wow…it is Santa!” Diego said excitedly before giving Five a stern look. “Hey, Santa…don’t you usually say ‘Ho ho ho’?”

You watched with a smile as Five’s eyebrows scrunched together.

“Ho. Ho. Ho,” he deadpanned.

Being six years old, Grace was immune to her dad’s or her uncle’s sarcasm and she ran to Five, jumping up and down with glee. “Santa! You’re real!”

“Of course, I’m real,” Five said in his normal, clipped and irritated tone. Then, after seeing the judgmental looks from the other adults in the room, rolled his eyes and deepened his voice. “I came to visit you because you’ve been so good this year and I apparently had time in my very busy schedule to just drop in for a random chat.”

Grace looked out the window. “Where’s your reindeer?”

“I had to put them down,” Five said dryly until Lila cleared her throat with an icy glare. “Downtown. I left them downtown for the parade. They needed to rest.”

“Then how did you get here?”

“Oh, right. Well, I have a backup engine on the sleigh. Which is parked on the roof right now, so don’t even ask me why you can’t see it.”

Grace eyed him up suspiciously. Then she poked him in the stomach. “Why aren’t you chubby like in the pictures?”

Five grinned and looked over at you. “Because Mrs. Claus has been very stingy with her baking these days, so I’m not eating as many cookies and pies as I usually do.” He gave you a wink. “Even though I love eating her pie.”

You tried to hold in a laugh, but it came out as a quiet snort while you looked down at your feet. You heard Lila mutter “Ugh, gross,” under her breath.

Grace’s face lit up. “That’s ok! We have cookies for you!” She hurried over to the nearby dining table and grabbed a plate full of messily-decorated Christmas cookies, bringing them back to Five and handing them to him. “Here! I baked them just for you.”

Five smiled as he took the plate. “These look delicious.”

“Oh, wait! I almost forgot,” she said before going back to the table and returning with an opened bottle of beer. “Here. I wanted to give you milk, but my dad said you’d like this more.”

Five looked up at Diego, who was grinning. Five nodded a thanks to his brother as he took the bottle. “He was right. Thank you, Grace.”

“So, Santa, I bet you want to know what Grace wants for Christmas, right?” Diego asked with added emphasis.

“Oh right! Yes, absolutely,” Five said, setting down the cookies and beer on a side table. He sat down in one of the arm chairs.

Grace immediately climbed up onto his lap, her little face shining with innocence and wonder as she gazed up at Five’s fake-bearded face. He beamed down at her and the image melted your heart. You started to imagine all of the cute moments like this that would surely happen once you and Five had your own children. You had no doubt that Five would make an amazing dad, despite his usual old-man grumpiness. He had been through so much in his life and he deserved to have a family of his own. You just hoped you would be able to give him one.

As you were daydreaming about that, Grace began rattling off all of the things she wanted to get for Christmas. With each thing that she mentioned, Five would glance quickly over to Diego, where his brother would give him a thumbs up or a thumbs down, indicating whether or not they had bought those gifts for her already. Five would either agree or make up some excuse as to why he couldn’t bring her that particular gift.

“And a pony!” Grace added at the end of her very long list.

Diego and Lila both gave very emphatic thumbs down. Five shook his head sadly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t bring you a pony.”

“Why not?”

“Because it won’t fit in the sleigh.”

“But doesn’t your sleigh fit all kinds of presents?”

“Uh, yes…but ponies don’t like to fly.”

“What about pegasuses?”

“Those aren’t real.”

“Yes they are.”

“No, they are not.”

“Yes they are.”

“No…” Five continued to argue through gritted teeth. “They are not.”

“Ok!” Diego broke in, clapping his hands together loudly. “I think it’s time for Santa to wrap things up.”

Five gestured to the bag of gifts he had left on the floor. “I did bring you some presents early. Why don’t you go check them out?”

As Grace jumped down from his lap and ran over to the bag to peer inside, Lila plopped the twins on to Five’s lap, one on each leg. They were really too young to understand what was going on or talk in any real way, but they peered up at Five and babbled away. Diego took pictures of the adorable scene while Five chuckled when one of them tried to pull on his beard. Five looked over at you and smiled warmly. 

After a few minutes, as Grace was happily pulling out her toys that you had picked out for her, she turned to her parents. “Ok, now you guys have to sit on Santa’s lap.”

“NO!” Diego, Lila, and Five all exclaimed at the same time.

You laughed out loud as you looked at their horrified faces, while Grace just looked confused. You decided to try and save the situation a little bit. “I’ll sit on his lap,” you said with a smile.

Lila rolled her eyes before taking the twins off, while Five grinned and patted his leg. “Well, come on over.”

As you sat in Five’s lap, your red sweater dress rose up a little over your bare thigh and he rested his hand on it, sending a warm tingling sensation up your spine.

“So, tell me…” Five said with a gleam in his eye. “Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

You pretended to think about it. “I’m not sure. A little of both maybe?”

“Hmmm…it’s not good to be naughty. Naughty girls don’t get presents.”

You stuck out your bottom lip and twisted a finger in his fake beard. “I’m sorry, Santa…I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

Five’s hand moved a little higher up your thigh and he gave it a squeeze. “You better be. Or else Santa might have to spank you.”

“Oh, good lord,” Lila huffed out before grabbing the beer that Five left on the table and taking a swig.

“Aren’t you going to tell him what presents you want?” Grace asked as she busied herself with her new Play-Doh Fun Factory.

“Yes, tell me young lady, what can Santa bring you?” Five asked.

You adjusted yourself on his lap and leaned in so you could whisper near his ear. “I want Santa to stuff my stocking with his entire load later tonight.”

Five inhaled sharply, letting out a shocked cough. You giggled when he had to shift in his seat to avoid you rubbing too much against his junk. “Wow…ok…” he stammered before getting a grip again. “I think Santa can manage that.”

Making sure that Grace wasn’t looking, you pulled Five’s beard down, stretching the elastic past his chin as you gave him a sensual, opened mouthed kiss before letting it snap into place again. You heard Five let out a little groan under his breath, which made you smirk with satisfaction. Then you hopped off his lap, walking away with an extra bounce in your step as he stared hungrily after you.

After a few more minutes of Five chatting with Grace and making sure he ate one of her cookies and telling her how good it was, Lila checked the clock.

“I think it’s time for Santa to get going and then we can head to the parade!”

Grace jumped up. “Awww…can’t Santa come with us?”

“No, sorry kiddo,” Lila answered. “Santa has lots of other kids to visit tonight, remember?”

With a heavy sigh and a nod, Grace looked up at Five who you could tell was itching to get out of there and back home. “Thank you for my presents.”

Five smiled sweetly down at her. “You’re welcome, Gracie. Merry Christmas.”

Again, you got that warm feeling in your stomach watching how sweet he was being with his niece. Especially since you knew how much he hadn’t wanted to do this. He really was just a big softy inside. At least when it came to his family.

Grace turned to you again. “Will Santa come down your chimney later?”

You almost choked as you tried desperately not to make a comment or start laughing. You could see Five was trying to do the same, although he was looking gleefully over at you waiting for your response. Diego heard and shook his head, even though he was trying to hold back a laugh as well.

“I sure hope so,” you said with as much of a serious face as you could manage. “I’ll be up all night just waiting for Santa to come all the way down my chimney. Maybe more than once.”

Grace frowned. “He only comes once.”

“Oh really? Only once?” you asked with fake disappointment.

“Well, maybe Santa is tired or had too much to drink,” Five muttered under his breath and you bit the inside of your cheek to stifle your laugh.

“OK!” Diego yelled loudly, as he stepped into the middle of your wildly inappropriate conversation, shooting you and Five angry looks. “Time to get ready for the parade!”

As Lila was bundling up the twins and Diego was trying to wrestle Grace into her winter coat and boots, she pulled away from him to run back to Five. He saw her coming and crouched down to get at her level. His niece threw her little arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“I love you, Santa,” she said and her parents let out a loud “Awww”.

Then she leaned in closer to Five’s ear, but you could still hear her. “I know it’s you, Uncle Five.”

You put a hand over your mouth to try and hide your surprise while Five looked up to make sure Diego and Lila weren’t listening. He whispered back. “How did you know?”

Grace rolled her eyes. “Santa doesn’t blink, silly. Duh.”

Five laughed and nodded. “You are so smart. I should have known I couldn’t fool you.”

She giggled and then whispered conspiratorially to him again. “Don’t tell my mom and dad, though. They think you really are Santa.”

Biting back a laugh, Five nodded. “Good idea. I wouldn’t want to spoil it for them.”

Grace gave him one more hug before going back to her dad to finish getting ready. Five looked up at you and you both grinned at the cuteness overload that just happened.

“Alright, well, I have to go deliver gifts to all of the boys and girls in the world, which is entirely possible to do in one single night, so I’ll see you later,” Five said as he stood back up. “You two,” he said, pointing at Diego and Lila, “You should appreciate your older brother more. He has to put up with a lot from you assholes.” He looked over at you and gave you another wink. “And you. You better be a good girl. Santa’s always watching.” Then he was gone in another blue flash. 

“Oh, shit, we have to go. Parking is going to be a nightmare,” Lila said as she checked her watch. She looked around the messy living room, noticing the Play-Doh that had already been smashed into the carpet. “Damn it, I don’t have time to clean up and everyone’s coming over tomorrow. We won’t be home until late, either.”

“I can do it,” you offered.

“Yeah?”

“Sure, no problem. You guys go, and I’ll clean up. I’ll lock up behind me when I leave.”

“Oh, you’re a lifesaver!” Lila gushed. Then she motioned for Diego and Grace to start moving out the front door, while she hoisted both twins up on either hip. “Let’s go, guys! There’s a spiked hot chocolate waiting with Mommy’s name on it.” 

As soon as the happy family was in their car and pulling out of the driveway, you were startled when Five suddenly blinked inside the house, appearing directly next to you, and still wearing the full Santa suit.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, a hand on your heart. “You scared me!”

“Well, I was freezing my balls out there behind the house, waiting for them to leave.”

You laughed. “Sorry about your balls. If there was a fire, I’d say you could warm them up by the Yule log.” You paused, thinking with a frown. “What even is a Yule log, anyway? I never understood that.”

Five grinned evilly and yanked your body to him as you let out a shriek. “I got your Yule log right here, honey.”

“Five…” you giggled as he started covering you with small kisses while the cheap beard tickled your cheeks and neck. Then you put a hand on his chest as you shifted your body, sliding up against something hard at the front of his pants. “Whoa…you weren’t kidding.”

“Told you,” he smirked.

“I knew I was being flirty, but I didn’t think I got you that wound up.”

“Darling, everything you do gets me wound up. But you were doing much more than flirting, sitting there in my lap, in that dress, and saying those dirty things. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

You smiled coyly, reaching up to unhook the beard from around his ears and take it off. “I do like the Santa thing, I won’t lie. But I never did like men with facial hair.”

“Good thing you didn’t know me back when I was older.”

With a laugh you threw the beard on the floor and planted a big kiss on his mouth. “For anyone else, that would be such a weird sentence.”

Five pulled you in tighter, the hard bulge under the red pants digging hard into your hip. “What do you say we head home and I can take a crack at that chimney for you.”

You pressed your body against his, the crushed velvet soft as it brushed against your skin. You ran your hands down his arms and chest. “I’m not sure I can wait to get home. I don’t know what it is, but you are killing me in this.”

Five looked around. “Here? In my brother’s house?”

You shrugged and reached around to squeeze his butt. “Why not? They won’t be home for hours. They’ll never know.”

Five looked down at you with a wicked leer before blinking again, this time taking you with him, as he landed perfectly seated in one of the kitchen chairs and you sitting sideways on his lap again. “How about you finish telling Santa what you want?”

When you adjusted yourself to straddle his lap, your sweater dress pulled almost all of the way up to your waist. You ground your groin harder into his, while draping your arms over his shoulders. With his hands gripping your hips, you pushed your chest against him as you leaned in for a kiss. “I’m afraid I have been very, very naughty,” you purred while plucking the red and white hat off his head and throwing it behind you.

As Five looked down between you, he saw what you were referring to and moved his hand to your hair, intertwining his fingers in it, while letting out a low rumble from his throat. “No panties? Fuck, you are so bad.”

“Can I still be on the nice list?” you asked, blinking innocently.

“I think we can work something out.”

At that, you were attacking his mouth with your own, smothering him in deep, urgent kisses while his other hand roamed under your dress to your bare hip underneath. He stoked your smooth skin, moving down your thigh and back up again, as he returned every heated kiss with just as much fervor. You wanted him. You needed him. And you were totally going to fuck him in his silly, stupid Santa suit like your life depended on it.

“Five,” you gasped in between eager bites and licks at his lips, your hands resting on either side of his face while you devoured him. “I need your cock.”

“Shit…” he groaned, jerking you closer and making your bare pussy drag along the soft material of his pants. “You are filthy today.”

“Are you complaining?” you asked, dipping your head down to suck more kisses along his neck.

Five closed his eyes as he tipped his head back. “Not in the least.”

When Five moved his hand between your legs, stroking you with his long fingers like he knew you loved, you whimpered into the crook of his neck. 

“Well, don’t stop now, naughty girl,” Five said quietly next to your ear while he sunk two fingers inside you and you rocked against his hand. “Keep talking.”

You lifted your head to look him in the eyes, the deep green of his irises gleaming with lust. Letting out little grunts while you rode his fingers, you clutched onto his shoulders.

“I want that big, hard cock of yours deep inside me. I want you to fill me all the way up with your hot cum. And I want you to do it now.”

“Damn it, you’re hot like this,” he breathed out, right before removing his fingers from you. 

You couldn’t wait any longer, and you began hurriedly trying to get in his pants, but the stupid suit was complicated. Finally figuring it out, you undid the large black belt that went around his waist and tossed that to the side. Then you unbuttoned the big red coat, opening it wide to reveal the white undershirt he had on underneath and running your hands down his firm chest. With the bulk of that out of the way, your hands dropped to the front of his pants, fumbling with the button that kept them closed.

Five laughed when you made a frustrated growling noise. He reached down to help you out, finally getting them undone enough to get at what you wanted.

Shoving a hand inside his pants, Five paused and held your gaze with a slight smirk. “Santa’s got a big package for you, baby.”

You tried to keep a straight face, but you failed and started giggling while Five’s grin grew wider. Your laughter subsided, however, when he pulled out his generous package and rubbed it against your wet slit. With a loud moan, you thrust your hips to move back and forth over his hard shaft. 

“Give it to me, Five,” you whined desperately.

“That’s no way to get back on the nice list, sweetheart,” he teased while gripping your hips and steadying you over him.

You let out an annoyed huff, but at this point you would do anything to have him fuck you. “Please, Five…”

“Five?” he asked with one eyebrow raised, just to be a jerk.

With a smile and a shake of your head, you played along. You’re the one that wanted to fuck him in a Santa suit, so you couldn’t be that surprised that he would make you work for it.

“Please, Santa,” you begged, burying your face into the side of his neck again, and brushing it softly with your lips. “I want you to shove that package inside my sleigh.” It was a pretty lame innuendo, but your brain was only half functioning at the moment. 

You heard Five exhale a soft laugh and you smiled into his neck. Then he was lining himself up and letting you sink slowly onto his cock. With a muffled cry, you felt him penetrate you as deeply as possible.

“Oh fff-uuuck…” you groaned out, pulling back to look him in the face again. 

With his dark eyebrows creased together and his mouth partly open as he concentrated on the amazing feeling of being inside of you, he managed to look even sexier. His hands grasped tightly to your hips as he started to move you over him. 

When you looked into his eyes, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your hands on the back of his neck, you were suddenly taken over by an intense wave of love for him. Flashes of your life together flooded your mind. He had been hard to crack open in the beginning, but he eventually opened himself up to you. From there, he had to learn how to navigate a real relationship, but you stuck with him through all of the ups and downs. Even now, a year after your marriage, there were challenges. Being married to Five wasn’t always easy, but loving him was. 

You leaned in to kiss him, softly and tenderly, while your fingers wound lightly into the hair at the nape of his neck. His steady pace of thrusting your body over his cock started to slow as he reacted to your kiss. He gently traced one hand down your cheek.

“Five,” you said quietly as your mouths parted, and you rested your forehead against his. “All I really want for Christmas is to give you a family. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to.”

“Darling,” he responded with a small smile, rubbing a thumb over your lips. “You have nothing to be sorry about. You have made me the happiest man in the world, and nothing will change that. Kids or no kids.” 

With that, you let him take control again, thrusting his cock up into you while sliding your hot core back and forth, his fingers digging into your sides. Your deep, ravenous kisses were only interrupted by sharp gasps and whines as you clutched onto the back of the chair and tried to match the rhythmic motion of his fucking.

When a particularly rough drive had you pulling away with a loud cry, you pressed your cheek to his, your breath labored as you continued to ride him. “Oh god…you’re so deep.”

“I know sweetheart, but can you give me any more?” he breathed next to your ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

You spread your legs further apart, pressing down as far as possible, forcing his dick deeper, until it felt like it was going to stab you in the stomach. Five grunted through a clenched jaw as he put all of his concentration into his calculated fucking.

“Oh shit…” you breathed out, tucking your face into the side of his neck again. “Put a baby in me, Five.”

“Fuck yes I’m going to put a baby in you. I….oh, fffuck…” Five groaned huskily as he emptied himself inside you.

Your body gave in at the same time, clenching and shuddering around him as he held you tightly to his chest, his hips bucking up sporadically. He panted against your shoulder, his mouth pressed hotly against you while he moaned quietly with each eruption of cum that coated your insides.

As you both tried to catch your breath, you stayed wrapped in his arms with your head resting on his chest. Neither of you made a move to get up, and Five caressed your hair while giving you soft kisses to your temple.

After a minute, you raised your head with a dreamy smile and kissed him, brushing a stray piece of hair off his forehead.

“Maybe it’ll be a Christmas miracle,” you said hopefully.

“Maybe so. But if not, that’s ok too. I have you and that’s more than enough.”

“I love you so much, Five.”

“I love you too, darling.”

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A year later, on Christmas day, you were back at Diego and Lila’s house, which was loud and packed with the entire family. There was wrapping paper strewn all over the floor, empty glasses and plates piled up on every surface, and the smell of roast turkey still hung in the air. Everyone was happy, stuffed full of food, and partly drunk. It had been a great party, but you were ready to head home for the night. Looking around for Five, you spotted him across the room, talking with Luther.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I think we should head home. Someone needs to get to bed.”

When Five turned around, he pointed to the sleeping baby snuggled up against his chest. “Too late, she fell asleep listening to her Uncle Luther’s boring ass story.”

“Hey!” Luther said with a hurt puppy dog expression. “My story about moon rock classification was not boring.” He paused. “Wait…was it?”

You laughed and reached for your three month-old daughter, taking her from Five while she stirred and let out a big yawn before dozing off again. “Come here, Holly,” you said quietly, kissing the top of her little head. “Let’s go home.”

While Five packed up the eight million baby items you had brought with you, in addition to all of the gifts the family had heaped on her, you watched with a loving smile. Who would have predicted that one impulsive, oddly kinky, but very sexy screw on Christmas Eve just one year earlier would have led to this? You had your perfect family with Five. And that was all you ever wanted.

After everything was put in the car, Five blinked next to you, wearing a devious grin and a red Santa hat on his head.

“Look what I found in the back of the trunk,” he said, pointing to the hat. “Want to try and give Holly a little brother or sister?”

With a giggle, you shook your head. “Very tempting, but ask me sometime when I’m not so sleep deprived I can barely see straight.” You gave him a kiss, your hand resting on the side of his face. “You do look good in that, though.”

At that moment, Diego came wandering up with a smart-ass smile. He gave Five a hard clap on the back. “Look at you guys. I can’t believe my feral little brother is all domesticated now. I never would have thought.”

“I’m twenty eight years older than you, asshole,” Five reminded him with a frown.

Diego shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “Whatever. I’m still shocked as hell.” He turned to you with your little daughter in your arms, cocking his head to the side. “Are you sure Holly is really Five’s? She’s way too cute to be related to his grumpy ass.”

As Diego laughed at his own joke and you resisted your own, Five put an arm around you with that not-so-amused expression of his. “Ready to go, darling?” When you nodded, he turned back to his brother. Plopping the Santa hat onto Diego’s head, Five smirked. “By the way, Diego, your niece was conceived in that chair over there. And yes, I was still wearing the suit.”

As Diego stood staring dumbfounded, the gears in his head turning as he tried to piece together what Five was saying, it suddenly dawned on him and his mouth dropped open. “Wait…WHAT?”

“Merry Christmas,” Five said sweetly, right before blinking away; taking his new little family with him for the ride.

[sarawritestories]

Umbrella

Rhysand x Fem Reader

A/N I got splashed twice; First by a truck driving through a puddle and then a car did it later on my walk to the train a few days ago, so I needed to put my feelings somewhere.

Summary: You didn't want to leave the comfort of your bed. But the shop needed to be opened. You didn't expect the rain or a speeding cart to run through a large puddle drenching you. Your High Lord finds you on the verge of tears he makes sure to brighten your gloomy day.

Content warning: mild cursing, slight feelings of failure and insecurity

One drop became two, then in a blink of an eye, the sky opened and unleashed a downpour that had you not had your umbrella would have had you drenched in seconds. You knew you shouldn't have left the warmth of your bed or your mate this morning. But the bookshop wasn't going to open itself.

Cassian had offered to fly you to work, but you insisted on walking. Something you enjoyed doing for centuries. He had insisted you bring the umbrella despite the sun rising and a few clouds in view. To appease him, you did, and you were thankful for listening to the general, though you would deny if anyone asked.

The wind whipping against your face made it difficult to walk, this being a more violent storm than Velaris had seen in a while. You stood at the corner of the city about to cross when a cart at full speed barreled down the road. You saw the wheel collide with the deep puddle, watched the water become airborne over your head, and the cold water colliding violently against your body. Your mouth fell open, umbrella still upright as you kept moving, not fully comprehending the events that took place.

By the time you reached your shop, the cold water had seeped through your clothes and provided you with a chill you couldn't escape from. This was not how you wanted to start your day. You swallowed down the tears that kept threatening to fall as you opened the door to your bookstore. Making a beeline to the hearth to start a fire. In hopes you could at least dry the sweater you wore. You held on to hope that the rain would bring in customers who want to cozy up with a book on the gloomy day.

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The hours ticked by as the rain continued to pattern against the windows behind you. The store was quiet, not one person wandered in, either for shelter or to shop. You leaned your head on the counter. The feeling that had been bubbling to the surface for months beginning to consume you:

Failure

Rhysand insisted he buy you this store. "Darling, let me help you make your dreams a reality," he had said as he handed the keys to you and closed your fingers around them. "Go on, my Little Dreamer. Let's go see your new store."

Guilt creeps up to your throat. Your grand opening consisted of the Inner Circle. Azriel bought a few books for himself and one he thought Nesta would enjoy. You hadn't had the heart to tell him that she had that book already.

Rhys was beaming as he looked at the tomes amongst Aisles. His fingers grazing amongst the titles. You could see pride as he wandered every aisle.

A look you now dreaded every time you walked into a family dinner and someone asked you about your shop. You always danced around the answer.

Ding

Your head perked up as the bell from the door chimed, pulling you from your spiraling thoughts. Familiar black hair and and tan skin was shaking off his umbrella before leaning it against the side of the wall. Rhysand's smile bloomed on his face causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. Even after all these years his beauty still took your breath away. "Hello, Darling." He smiled walked around the counter and pulling you close. His brows furrowed as he noticed your damp clothes. "You're drenched, Love." He turned and noticed the clothes in front of the fireplace, facing you once more his thumb began to idly swipe against your hip.

You sighed, and averted his gaze, "I was splashed by a cart on the way here." You shifted under his touch, "I didn't have enough time to react."

Rhysand hummed, and you glanced over at him and noticed him staring out the window. He smirked, "Close the shop." It wasn't a question.

"Excuse me?" You tilted your head as his violet eyes met yours stars twinkling in his eyes and something, playful.

"Close the shop. Your mate wants to spend the day with you." You opened your mouth and he kissed the corner of your mouth, "No one is right now and all the stores around are closing early today."

You tugged the bottom of your lip behind your teeth. Debating whether or not you could afford to have the store closed. Rhys' eyes turned pleading and he even jutted out his bottom lip that sealed that swayed you. "Okay."

Rhys smiled and slid his hands, to yours. "Great!" And he pulled you away from your counter and headed out side leaving behind his umbrella. You were quick to grab opening it as Rhys ran to the middle of the street releasing your hands. His arms spread out against "Rhysand, what are you doing?" You shrieked as he began to laugh. "You're getting soaked!"

"I can't let you be alone in being soaked to the bone can I?" He lifted his head to the sky and smiled as the water coated the male's skin. You watched him in awe and wondered how often he did this when you didn't noticed, especially after returning from being with Amarantha. His violet eyes bright and twinkling, "Come dance with me." He held out his hand and slightly bowed.

You shook your head, "I should get back inside."

Darling, Rhysand spoke in your mind, Are you really going to deny your High Lord a dance with his Lady? He quirked a brow and you rolled your eyes.

You're insufferable. You thought to him as you closed the Umbrella and ran to him. The minute you were within his reach he lifted you up off the ground and you began to laugh. Once he put you down he gripped your waist, his hands lacing with yours the two of you began to sway. No words needed to be said he just held you and began to dance in the middle of the street. The two of you began to laugh and he spun you out, and when he spun you back, his chest pressing against your back, he kissed your cheek. He held you close and your eyes closed leaning your head against your shoulder. You didn't mind as the rain trickled against your skin.

You're a vision, My Love. Rhysand spoke in your mind. You hummed and Rhys continued to lead into more dances until exhaustion befell on both of you.

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Rhys had brought you some dry clothes as if he suspected you needed them. You smiled as you found he packed his sweater that was your favorite to wear with some shorts. Rhys was sitting by the fire in the book store when you walked in with dry clothes, clean thanks to Rhys' magic. "Feel better?" he asked as you crawled into his lap.

"Always with you, My Love." You paused and threaded your fingers through his hair. He purred at the touch closing his eyes as you continued. "I thought you and Cassian were heading to Windhaven for meetings."

"Devlon cancelled, he didn't want the rain and the wind to mess up his hair." Rhysand joked as he creaked his eyes open.

I frowned and straightened my posture, "Rhysand."

Rhysand opened his eyes and his hand rubbing your back in a soothing manner. "You are more important, Darling."

You shook your head, pushing away as far as his arms would let you, which was not far at all. "Rhysand, you shouldn't have. I got wet. You're High Lord you have responsibilities. I'm-

"My mate," he finished, leaning up to kiss your nose. "You come first. You will always come first." He gripped your hand, placing it over your heart, "Especially when she opened up the bond, and her sadness was so palpable I fell to my knees in agonizing pain. Then Azriel told me that his shadows witnessed what happened. You needed me. I'm here." And that was the end of it. He wasn't willing to budge his priorities, not when it came to you.

You leaned back into his embrace head on his shoulder as he leaned his own on top of yours. The two of you sat in silence. "It wasn't just about the rain today, was it?" His voice was soft and gentle."

"No, it wasn't." Your voice laced with exhaustion.

He kissed your head. "We'll talk about it more in the morning. Right now, I want you to sleep. I'll be here when you wake." He kissed the side of your head as your eyes drooped closed. "I love you, Darling."

You yawned, "And I you, Rhys."

A few weeks later ☂️

The sun illuminated the store, and you were grateful as swarms of people were scouring for books, looking for new adventures to take. You and Rhysand talked for hours on what was needed to turn business around and turned out his frequent visits helped. Everyone wanted to shop where the High Lord did.You took a minute from helping a customer to smile, down one of the Aisles Rhysand stood an apron around his hips helping a customer find a book. His eyes glittered, and his smile brought her customers at ease. He insisted that if he was coming to the shop, he would be on the floor assisting but never missed a chance to glance your way with a playful wink.

You were a lucky female to have a caring, loving, and passionate Mate. Your best friend. Your High Lord.

And he loved his wonderful, beautiful, brilliant Book Shop owner.

Fin.

[lovesixk-demon]

To celebrate 100 followers I decided to make an ask game!

Feel free to reblog and use this on your own accounts as well ♡

🎀 ~ how did you meet your darling?

♥️ ~ what's your favorite thing about your darling?

🔮 ~ what is your ideal date?

🌘 ~ what is your ideal yandere/darling scenario?

☂️ ~ do you have a rainy day plan for you and your darling for when you're stuck inside?

🍒 ~ what are your yandere types (if you have them)?

🍓 ~ what is your favorite yandere trope or stereotype?

🥩 ~ what is your favorite metaphor for love?

🥀 ~ what would you gift your darling for a special occasion?

🌸 ~ what is your least favorite yandere trope or stereotype?

🌺 ~ what are you and your darlings respective aesthetics?

💖 ~ would you donate your organs to your darling if needed?

💘 ~ do you have a future plan for you and your darling?

💌 ~ what was your first introduction to the yandere community/how did you find out you were a yandere?

💋 ~ what is your love language?

⛓️ ~ what would break you?

🔪 ~ how far would you go to express your love?

[desperate-daydream]

HIII I LOVE YOUR STORIES AND I WANTED TO REQUEST SOMETHING. could you write a one shot about Five Hargreeves being all tired and fluffy and cuddly with his husband? set in season 1 when he got a shot wound and his siblings took him home and Grace patched him up. The husband is very protective of Five (dominant too) so he sits by him in bed reading a book until he wakes up and then forces him to stay in bed because of his condition (he wanted to go after his siblings or smth) and so Five decides that it's not worth fighting his lover because he won't stop either way so he gives in and cuddles into his lover like the little spoon he is 🥺

☂️ Umbrella Academy

❀ Five Hargreeves x (male) husband reader ⚣

A/N: Oh, of course. That‘s a really cute idea. And thank you! It isn‘t very long unfortunately but I hope you‘ll like it anyway.

tags/warnings: plays in season 1, the storyline is a bit different I guess, you‘re Five‘s husband, mentions of a shot wound

You stay in bed

The first thing Five noticed after blacking out because of his shot wound were your hums. He was usually hyper aware of everything you did. You just had caught his attention from the very first moment.

Though it wasn‘t in a positive way at first. You were the only one other than the Handler to actually dare telling him what to do. Although, you only did it out of concern. Five had this habit of wanting to manage things alone and therefore often pushing his limits too hard.

In the end, your dominance and professionalism were intriguing to him. He couldn‘t help but fall in love with you. You had even married after accomplishing one of your several missions.

It had been as clear as day that you would come with him wherever he decided to go. Even through time to save the world and especially his siblings. Well, now you were both in the bodies of your teenage-selves.

And Five was shot. He turned his head slightly towards you as he regained all his other senses and memory. Then he remembered his goal to save the world - and his damn siblings.

He tried to sit up but you had already noticed that he was awake and quickly put away your book to get out of your chair and hold him down.

„Hey, no no no. You stay in bed.“

„But-„

„No but. You were shot. Even a man like you needs rest.“

He really couldn‘t go against your words and the stare you gave him. Alone your eyes made him give in and he laid back down. He sighed and looked up at you with a pout and big eyes - one of the faces he only ever would dare to show you.

„Then at least cuddle with me.“

You smiled faintly. „Of course, darling.“

You helped him scoot over before laying down next to him. His arms immediately went around you and his hands gripped into your shirt as he put his face in the crook of your neck. He inhaled deeply and you felt him relax in your arms when you started gently combing through his hair.

When you had first seen him in his cute school-boy glory your protectiveness had skyrocketed. Seeing him like this now made you want to wrap him in layers of protection and hold him close to you at all times.

But you couldn‘t and shouldn‘t so the only thing you could do was make sure that he stayed in bed a bit longer to let his wound heal. You were able to convince him to stay there for a day or so before even you couldn’t hold him - and to be honest also yourself - back any longer.

You went to the next point of the stop-the-apocalypse-plan while you hovered close behind your husband. A protective shadow while Five did his thing.

[mellowwillowy]

(opens your blog THE FIRST THING after not being on this god forbidden app in a while and stalks you)

*sees seth is into role-play and sits up on bed* 😀 *looks at the cosplay i have hanged in my room SPECIFICALLY the red maid costume*

that aside, LIfE casts of choice with cosplayer darling please? 👉👈

☂️

XixixixixixixiXIXIIXIX the fact that we both have maid costume ready for this???? 👁️👁️

Yulian knows it’s a thing but isn’t really into it. Doesn’t mean he’s against it though~ (might stutter for a moment but gets really well with it soon)

Blue is totally hyped up for it! If reader is into it, he will prepare everything properly, props and all! (And he’s GOOD)

Eleanor? Oh, you are into roleplay and stuff? He’ll show you the real deal of roleplaying. How about the classic “sold to the mafia”?

Seth is wagging his imaginary tail in excitement while trying to maintain a flat expression. He’s really into it, you know?

A-01 will just get into character immediately and leave you no space to back away as usual.

Chloe will be dumbfounded for a moment before laughing (not in a mocking way) and agreeing to try it with you. She’s just as good as Blue during the whole roleplay. She is quite the actress as well.

Kaspar will tease you non-stop about it and shrug it off as part of the play, say, the bully and the bullied? He knows your limit but surely seeing you all teared up isn’t that cruel?

[sanjoongie]

My Darling

Submission #5 for Arousal August held by @wooyoungmybelovedhusband and @taehyungisminee

☂️Pairing: Stray Kids, Jisung x Reader (f)

☂️Au/Trope: yandere trope, neighbors to lovers

☂️Rating: 18+ MDNI, smut

☂️Warnings: voyeurism kink, ⚠YANDERE THEMES⚠= spying, hacking, stealing your sex toys, mentions of locking you up until you love him BEWARE, oral (f receiving), degradation kink, penetrative sex with barrier, masturbation, sex toys, anal play (f receiving), dom!reader, sub!Jisung

☂️Synopsis: one chance encounter with Jisung as you move into your new apartment begins a one sided love that turns into obsession

☂️Word Count: 1,250

☂️Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland thank you my darling betas

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Jisung was utterly hopelessly in love with you. He was blown away when you banged into him while moving in and he’s been in love with you ever since. Sure, his love could be called an obsession, you didn’t actually know his name nor that you were his neighbor, nor the hidey hole that he had dug to peer into your room.

Jisung, by some intense digging and a little rusty hacking skills, figured out that the layout to each apartment was mirrored. Which meant that the two of you shared a wall in your bedrooms. Jisung didn’t actually peer into your room, per say. He set up a tiny camera lens and the video fed into a program that he watched on the daily while he worked for his online security firm in his apartment.

At first, Jisung was just curious about you, his darling. Did you hum while you cleaned? What was your favorite color you tended to wear? Which side of the bed did you sleep on? What days did you shower? Then those thoughts got dirty when he caught footage of you masturbating. And you were not a vanilla girl--oh no. Jisung was salivating when he watched you use your egg vibrator and put it in your ass. The dildo you had? A monster tentacle thing that had a suction cup that you set up against the wall and you fucked yourself on it. The list of kinks was a long one.

Jisung was practically giddy. There wasn’t a lot Jisung said no to. He could be whatever you wanted. He was desperate to hear you whisper his name when you masturbated but you frustratingly never did. Did you not love him? Was he not good enough? Suddenly all the toys pissed him off. So he hacked your electric keypad, went into your apartment and stole them all.

He watched greedily as you were flabbergasted when all your toys were gone but what were you going to do? Were you going to report to your landlord that a thief had come into your apartment and stole all your sex toys?

Of course, who did your landlord send to fix up your electronic keypad but Jisung himself. He didn’t pay any rent while he took care of all the cyber/electronic security of the apartment building. You absolutely adored Jisung, he could tell. You laughed at all his jokes, throwing your head back and your belly laugh was adorable. When you two exchanged social media info--which Jisung already had, duh--he knew he was in a perfect position now.

The first time you called him over for a booty call, he was so excited, he was practically vibrating. He had to remember to add in ‘travel time’ so that you didn’t figure out that he was your neighbor. Jisung was so desperate to get inside you, to feel how wet and slippery you were for him. But the more nervous he was, the more it pushed his persona up of being the charming, confident security tech guy. So he let you fuck him on your bed, reverse cowgirl, where he kept his arms crossed behind his head and your hands braced on his ankles as you rode him.

But when Jisung watched the footage back, he wasn’t satisfied. What he hadn't seen was the totally bored expression on your face and the obvious hint that you had faked your orgasm. His persona had not worked. Of course it hadn't! You were his darling. You were made for him and clearly you needed his genuine self. How silly of Jisung to pretend to be someone, anyone other than himself.

So, even though it took some cajoling, Jisung convinced you to invite him over for a second booty call. He was his genuine self, smiling nervously and offering you flowers. Your disposition changed from one of discontent to hopeful.

When you took him to your bed, Jisung suggested the face-to-face position, the opposite of spooning. You looked at him quizzically after he ate you out to your first orgasm but agreed to it. Jisung ran his hand down the side of your face when he entered you and groaned loudly. He pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, because if felt so fucking good to finally be inside of you.

“Are you okay?” Your melodic voice asked.

“You feel so good,” Jisung whimpered.

You flexed your hips and Jisung gasped. “Wait, I’m not ready! Wai--” Jisung whined as you clenched down on him.

“Something wrong?” You purred this time and Jisung shivered. He knew it. All he had to do was act like his true self and you would thrive.

“Your pussy is so good to me,” Jisung babbled, “I can barely--hold off--”

“Aw,” You said in a degrading voice, “You gonna nut inside of me just being in there?”

Jisung’s eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. “No,” He said with a frown.

You began to wave your hips, moving Jisung in and out of you and Jisung cried out. “Please!”

“Are you even going to make it before I come?” You tsked.

Jisung’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, well aware of how you didn’t come the first time you two had sex. “You have to come before me.”

You chuckled. “Is that a fact?”

Jisung put on a face of determination, which you found cute. “I can do it.”

Jisung gasped and groaned as you set the pace, enjoying the feel of his dick moving in and out of your pussy. His gaze never left your face as he continued to pet and stroke your head, like he had longed to do since the first day he found you masturbating. The image of you holding the back of your thighs, your legs spread and the silicone strap trailing from your anus took him by surprise and he almost came.

“I’m close, Jisung, just hold on a bit longer,” You encouraged him.

“I can do it,” Jisung repeated again and again, trying not to buck into your warmth and speed up his orgasm.

You watched with amusement as Jisung stopped thinking and just focused on your pussy. He was a babbling mess, his mouth never stopped running, but all his words were about your pussy. Drool cutely came out the corners of his mouth and tiny uh uh uh’s as you searched out your own release. You came quietly, too used to masturbating in the quietness of your room. Jisung was able to watch as your eyebrows furrowed and your feet went to points but you, alas, still didn’t say his name.

True to his word, he didn’t come until you had your orgasm. Jisung let out a sigh of content and literally nutted as soon as he felt your pussy walls flutter around his sensitive cock. He cried out with a desperate noise. He unloaded in the condom that you insisted he wear. He wished you had let him fuck you raw. Nothing like a creampie to claim a darling.

“That’s so much better than masturbating to your masturbating,” Jisung sighed. “Still not going to return your toys though. Haven’t heard you say my name while you came.”

“...what?!” You said in surprise.

Oops, the cat was out of the bag now. Luckily he had complete control over your electronic lock. Nothing a few hours of tying you up and convincing you he loved you utterly and completely wouldn’t fix. He hoped.

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honorary jisung tag: @kwanisms

[eighties-goth-suicide-note]

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answer to every single one or im using the last emoji to unalive myself

Hello my little Dove ♡︎

🎀 - How did you meet your Darling?

Well. . . . we met on a dating app ^___^' not our proudest fact but ... we fell in eachother personalities and were in a 3 day online relationship before seeing eachother!! thats so adorable

♥️- What's your favorite thing about your darling?

Beutiful, long eyelashes....and ocean blue eyes.. *blushes cutely* I also think that you have such kind and delicate soul but also the other half is filled with pure insanity and possesivness!!

🔮- What is your ideal date?

I just need your presence Darling, but im weak for forest, picnic dates, it would be so nice to admire the beauty of the nature with you! Juts imagine how lovely the birds would sing just for us, lonely in the woods. I have very good orientation in field, so taking you to a meadow deep in the forest wouldn't be a problem for me. We would have a delectable picnic with pastries I prepared all by myself and then I would try to paint you or play a song for you!! I also love museum dates . . . im a sucker for culture, I just find humans so interesing, I can watch paintings and wander what was the point behind it? Or watch some artifacts and imagine people, just like us, but many years ago living their little lives! Just like us now, we are also living little lives that take part in big history ! Ahhhh I can ramble for you for hours ! (´｡• ω •｡`)'

🌔- What is your ideal yandere/darling scenario?

I am drolling everyday at the thought of getting creepy letters.. .. ones are full of pure love, how my stalker wants to marry me, thinks im beautiful porcelain doll, they need me like oxygen, other with just lustful disgusting thoughts!! and the last - possesive, dangerous ones!! How im being stalked, how they love taking pictures of me, how they will kill all tthe people i talk to!! nhh g h g hh being followed would be sooo sooo scary i would be sooo terrifed that i would stay in my room and and then you would break into it because you will miss me soo much!!.. also kidnapping.. heh do i need to say more..

for me being yandere, i would find your scared face so adorable! You cant even imagine how awful i can get! i play the role of weak, petite doll for a reason, one day i will lock you up in my basemen . . . or maybe just put collar on you and chain you to the wall so i can see you right after entering living room. . . ahhh... . . to have my little pet waiting for me after a long day . . . i could do anything i want, the good and the bad, , that would be so fun to have you all defendless.. i could just put knife to your neck, scream at you . . ohh ho i would love that salty tears!! I would lick them off without second thought. And you would succumb to all my orders!!! you will be my pet and i will be your master ^__^ But with my harsh traning.. comes rewards, you will be the one reciving attention from me, i would shower you with kisses, make you homemade meals to watch your health ! It would be our little secret. I will be the source of all your happiness, sorrow and fear.

☂️- Do you have a rainy day plan for you and your darling for when you're stuck inside?

My darling playing brawl stars and hugged in his arm reading some good book and drinking hot tea ! (〃＾▽＾〃)

🍒- What are your yandere types (if you have them)?

I have them all in my bio silly... . but im both sadistic and masohistic... it just depends how im feeling :3

🍓- What is your favorite yandere trope or stereotype?

STALKER X VICTIM, the obsessive possesive ones, or when darling gets mad at yandere and they start crying, begging for forgivness on knees mnnn.

🥩- What is your favorite metaphor for love?

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?”  ִֶָ☾ ⟡ ݁₊

🥀- What would you gift your darling for a special occasion?

lego. or maybe some game... or flowers..because a beautiful boy like you deserve whole bouqet!

🌸- What is your least favorite yandere trope or stereotype?

really dense/oblivious love interests.. i like when yan hides for beggining, sends anonymous signs, ther darling gets so paranoid and then - yan catches them like a wild animal ^__^

🌺- What are you and your darlings respective aesthetics?

I adore gothic, dark academia, dark aesthetic... and my bf is just geek >w<

💖- Would you donate your organs to your darling if needed?

YES. But im afraid im to small for him >___<

💘- Do you have a future plan for you and your darling?

Yes, I can wait for you to finally be in the same uni as me and live together my love :3

💌- What was your first introduction to the yandere community/how did you find out you were a yandere?

Since I can remember I was a fan of dark fiction, I remember I found a stalker au usuk.... YES I WAS A HETALIA FAN. and also THE pregame saiouma fanfics... i have cluster B disorder so intense feelings for my favorite person was always a thing, but before my little lamb it was only platonic.

💋 - What is your love language?

Acts of service? Im busy girl so I always get happy when someone does little things for me. Quality time, I want to spend every second building great memories. Also getting long messages about devotion to me.

⛓️- What would break you?

Getting cheated on.

🔪- How far would you go to express your love?

Im capable of hurting myself or deleting everyone from my life just for one person. ( ❛ᴗ❛ )

Ahhh it got longer than i thought, I hope you enjoyed reading all of this sweetheart!! I hope you will send me more anons or repost more insane things i wuv you (〃＾▽＾〃)

[deadqueerboys]

HI TAKE THIS LITTLE SIMPBUR I DREW FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT (i'm the -☂️ anon but i'm too lazy to always have to remember to turn on the "ask anonymously", help)

and a rio de janeiro + dog filter version too cuz why not 🔥🔥

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO PRETTY, YOU SPEAK PORTUGUESE DARLING???

[trascapades]

💜☂️🎶#ArtIsAWeapon Forty years ago today (June 25, 1984), @prince released this musical masterpiece, and nothing was ever the same...

Purple Rain Album Tracklist

Side one:

1. "Let's Go Crazy"

2. "Take Me with U"

3. "The Beautiful Ones"

4. "Computer Blue "

5. "Darling Nikki" 4:14

Side two

1. "When Doves Cry"

2. "I Would Die 4 U"

3. "Baby I'm a Star"

4. "Purple Rain"

#PurpleRain #PurpleRain40 #Prince #Prince4Ever #BlackMusicMonth #Soundtrack #GOAT

[angels-worship]

🪽 - Daemon / Angel

🎀 - 13 [Bodily min♡r]

💌 - B♡y , D♡llgender, R♡sb♡y

💕 - He/It/Sun/L♡ve

🪽 - Gay

🎀 - Trans/Cisids - cis- fultist , clingy , ad♡ring , bpd , dpd. trans - cultist , enam♡rid , ♡wned , narc♡lepsy , abused , c♡nsang , f♡rced , w♡rshipper , darling , dependent , harmed , perma - kid , null - sleep , null - blink , null - reflecti♡n , null - sustenance

💌 - Paras - 🧸 , 🦴 , 💥 , 🐊 , 💐 , 🔱 , 🩳 , 👁️ , ⚠️ , 🔪 , 🪢 , 🔗 , 🪓 , 🦌 , 🛐 , 🧹 , 🩹☂️ , ✨🪓 , 💢🔪 , 👏🪄

💕 - I am fine with anything and any♡ne interacting with me ! I see myself as 13 th♡ugh you can refer t♡ me as any age y♡u'd like me to be . I am an angel wh♡m wishes to w♡rship someb♡dy and be useful

(♡ = o)

Tags <3

🪽 - it talks

🎀 - st♡len w♡rks (rebl♡gs)

💌 - angels ids

💕 - thy g♡ds wish t♡ speak (asks, in this c♡ntext g♡ds are genderneutral)

[demonskiss]

Masterlist

☁️ - sfw • 🌑 - dc • ☄️ - smut • 💫 - fic • 🪐 - angst • �� - interaction • ☂️ - request

Multi Characters

character outline

muse feelings & indicators

multiple darlings? ☁️☂️

the college experience ☁️☂️

avoidance 🌑☄️☂️

cw: violence, threats (not to reader), gaslighting, rumor spreading, noncon touching, threats of noncon

annoyance! 🌑☄️☂️

cw: violence (to reader), implied blowjob, restraints, stalking, noncon touching

rewards for success ☁️☂️

cw: suggestive

violence is my love language 🌑☂️

cw: violence, murder, implied blood covered sex, possession

keeping your head afloat ☁️☂️

cw: manipulation, threats of rumor spreading

their types ☁️✨☂️

cw: suggestive

lingerie dress up ☄️☂️

cw: bruising, biting

too much sleep 🌑☄️☂️ (☁️ for violetta)

cw: noncon, somno, creampie, cnc, oral (reader receiving), fingering

valentine’s day ☁️☂️

cw: murder, slightly graphic gore, pda, slightly suggestive

delicacy on a silver platter ☄️☂️

cw: hybrid!reader, afab!reader w/ gn!pronouns, heat, restraints, riding, overstim, breeding, groping

shy darlings ☄️☂️

cw: afab!reader w/ no!pronouns, hair pulling, restraints, degradation, praise, overstimulation, dumbification

tsundere darling ☁️☂️

Emory

introduction

emory being bit ☁️☂️

emory with a masochistic lamb 🌑✨☂️

cw: pain play, threats of bodily harm (to reader)

emory’s lamb getting sick ☁️☂️

emory being recognized 🌑☂️

cw: bodily harm

emory’s displays of affection ☄️☂️

cw: fingering, edging

would emory let their lamb fuck them? ☄️☂️

cw: bottom!emory, penetrative sex, threats of death (to reader), biting

obedience 🌑☄️☂️

cw: dubcon, violence, begging, implied overstimulation

putting the “fun” in funeral ☁️💫

cw: mentions of previous noncon, dehumanization, threats of death to reader

Indignation 🌑☄️💫

cw: noncon, drugging, blades, threats of violence, degradation, biting, no foreplay, no aftercare

Blythe

introduction

blythe being pushed away 🌑☂️

can blythe finger you? ☄️☂️

cw: amab reader, fingering, handjob

blythe’s methods of comfort ☁️☂️

blythe being bit ☁️☂️

blythe’s cuddling and sleeping habits ☁️☂️

my world at your fingertips ☁️💫

cw: mentions of self mutilation

you miss… what now? ☄️✨☂️

cw: teasing, implied marathon sex

Violetta

introduction

violetta being drawn ☁️✨☂️

violetta and her unbearable cuteness ☁️✨

Ambrose

introduction

introducing ambrose to technology ☁️☂️

cw: suggestive

[agustdiv1ne]

✈️🎧🔐🔥🍅🍋🍌🪐🌹☂️⭐️🍀 ?👀

so many questions YEAHH let's do this ‼️

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

i haven't been outside of the u.s. yet so...nyc!!!! i loveee big cities and that one like. checked every box for me. definitely wouldn't mind living there

🎧 last song you listened to

snooze by agust d !!!!!!!

🔐 something no one would guess about you

i have a 3rd degree black belt in taekwondo ? that always surprises ppl lmao

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you

gonna be so honest and say that my life is insanely boring...i think seeing yoongi in concert is probably the craziest thing that's ever happened to me. i genuinely thought i'd never see any of bts in concert bc i have terrible luck when it comes to concerts (mots tour i am looking at YOU) :')

🍅 least favorite food

green bell peppers. they're just. bleh.

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

horror!!! and fantasy!!!!! don't make me choose between them pls pls pls

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

genuinely wish i could solve a rubik's cube. like have u seen those videos of ppl doing them in literal seconds? i wanna be able to do that wtf

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time

avatar: the last airbender will always be a personal favorite, as well as the bear, the glory, and teen titans (the og series, not teen titans go) !!

🌹 favorite kinks to write for

oh. oh hahaha...daddy kink definitely, praise, overstim, choking, dumbification, impact play, orgasm control.......i could keep going but i will stop here for the sake of my sanity

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

now this is just cruel..can i say everything on sol's masterlist?? can that be my answer??? if i rly have to choose, i'd definitely say only you, darling. this one fucked me up so bad (in the best way)...just an insane fic and i will never get over it. i could write an entire essay on all the things i love about it

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

the only thing i'm decent at is school tbh, so i suppose my academic track record LMFAO. i maintained a 4.0 in high school and i currently have a 3.9 in college, so i'm on track to graduate summa cum laude if i keep my shit together!! being successful in school means a lot bc both of my parents actually dropped out of college to go into the workforce (this was during a time when you could and still do well, mind you), so i just wanna make them proud ig hehe

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

avatar: the last airbender will always be my comfort show...just a really great story and i always watch it whenever i'm stressed to calm myself down. it was basically my childhood

get to know me!

[blackwolfstabs]

hiii parker! you know me, i like to stay curious :)

💔 | ☂️ | 🪻

love uuu sm bb~ 🫶

hi, my darling! haha of course

💔- is there a fic you wish you didn’t write?

yes there is, although i'm unable to talk about it. but please take the short answer!

☂️- your favorite fanfic from another writer

ooo there's a lot - there's so many amazing fics out there with amazing writers, but one that had me ever since i read it was We Wear Red So They Don't See Us Bleed by CaptainMerchant on AO3. I absolutely love the way they wrote sam and danny in this and it was a huge inspiration for day 7: patching each other up in my 30-day writing challenge (dw i spoke with them before i wrote it 🫡)

🪻- what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?

it's hard to name just one. there's many things that i've gone through that i can't imagine going through again - things that i wouldn't wish upon anyone i guess i'll go with my period of severe separation anxiety from my parents, which lasted all the way up until 4th grade. yeah, i was that kid. looking back at it, i'm embarrassed about a lot of the meltdowns and things that i did, just because i didn't want to be separated from my parents, specifically my mom. i never wanted to go to school and would pull any trick in the book to stay home. even at night, i didn't want to be without my mom. i shared a room with my sister, but i'd always leave to go get my mom and my dumbass would tell her that i missed her lol. i even cried randomly in class and when the teacher asked what was wrong, i told her that i missed my mom - i mean, shit, i couldn't even do any curricular activities (things that i really wanted to do!) because my parents wouldn't be there anyways, i think this is also a really tough thing for me to reflect on because it reminds me of how close i used to be with my mom - how for the longest time, my world was centered around her and no one or nothing else mattered as long as i was with her. now, i'm not as close with her. we've had a lot of fights and i find myself dreading being around her often for reasons i'm not at liberty to publicly say. she's said and done a lot of mean things - things that i can't believe she could've said and done, but i still love her very much and i know she loves me. it's just hard to remember those times when all i wanted was her sorry that was A LOT.. my bad!

anyways, ty for asking!! stay curious ;)

[elijones94]

☂️🐧 Mary Poppins and Wendy Darling ✨✨

[maehemthemisfit]

Mae maee, I lowkey wanna write a short drabble or any writing about KM reader and gang leader!reader (although I'm still confused about how to name them, it's inspired by the darling of a yandere interacting with the darling of another yandere). It's also inspired by a scene from Remarried Empress webtoon.

Other than Gangleader!reader thinking that KM!reader is weak and manipulative, do you have any opinions about how they would interact with each other? ☂️

Hmm, it really depends on the situation and if it's (time leaper) gangleader!reader or normal one.

(time leaper) gangleader!reader would talk to KM!reader to get information about Mikey and KMG so she can use that information to her advantage before something bad happens. How (time leaper) gangleader!reader gets that information depends on how desperate she is but on normal circumstances, she would just hold something against the other person if persuasion doesn't work. Since both (time leaper) gangleader!reader and KM!reader want the best for Mikey, im sure they could come to some understanding and help each other and prevent more bloodshed.

On the other hand, I don't see regular gangleader!reader striking up a conversation with KM!reader since they already got off on the wrong foot. She has nothing nice, if any, to share with KM!reader so she wouldn't bother seeking her out. AT MOST, gangleader!reader would ask about Mikey if she hasn't spoken to him for a while and thats about it.

However, if KM!reader sought her out, then the conversation would rely on KM!reader. If it isn't about Mikey or his movements, or something related, gangleader!reader probably wouldn't be interested in anything KM!reader had to say, unless KM!reader asked for help or advice when dealing with Mikey/Sanzu. In that case, gangleader!reader would offer KM!reader protection/get KM!reader to join Sasori and call her an idiot for not doing something sooner. If KM!reader denies her suggestions, she'll tell KM!reader the truth... that she's gonna die miserable and be trapped forever, but if she ever changed her mind, Sasori would take care of her.

Although gangleader!reader can be cold and uncaring to people she doesn't like, she's very open minded and understanding when it comes to a girl in need.

ehhh things could also go sour if KM!reader ever conspired against Sasori for whatever reason.

[mellowwillowy]

we???👀👀 (also blue drooling on darling's shoulder hhe *gunshots*)

which reminds me, i miss CatboX 😔

more of them as yan! fans with cosplaying idol darling please? 👉👈

☂️

Noel is a very VERY respectful fan until he isn't. AKA he 'collects' all your personal stuff he could have his hands on (legally and illegally). Used toothbrush, underwear, shirt, comb, and many more. He really wants to have his hand in the cosplay you wore in your last concert... he's trying his best to have it ok.

Erickson is shameless in every meet and greet, concert, and event. Front seats are reserved for him and his guards (who usually sit next to Noel). Total opposite to his twin brother, he brags about how terrifying he is to Darling, lots of terror pressure from him, and a few evidence handed to Darling to prove his point. Either way, Darling can not do anything against the Sponsor.

𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬 is somewhat your CEO so he naturally has the most access to you. He literally owns you at this point so you can totally not do much against his creepy nature.