#Cupcake Baby Clothes Near Me

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have your cake | quinn hughes

warnings: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, coming on reader's body, subspace (not directly called that but gf is DEEP in SOME headspace) pairing: birthday boy!quinn hughes x fem!reader summary: it's quinn's 25th birthday, so fem!reader gives him the chance to do his favorite thing in bed for as long as he would like. wc: 2992

“Thank you for dinner, sweetheart,” Quinn says, bringing his napkin to his face and wiping his mouth. “And thanks for not making my birthday such a big deal.”

He had asked for such, so you were just trying to follow his wishes. The Canucks hadn’t had a game today, so Quinn had gone to practice like normal. He had grabbed a drink with Petey, Garly, and J.T. afterward as a special treat for his birthday. You know that Tocchet had asked catering to make Quinn a singular birthday cupcake, since he isn’t the biggest fan of sweets during the season.

With you, though, he just wanted to spend his time. You made him a steak, his favorite. On the side, you baked a potato and heaped a healthy pile of green beans onto his plate. For fun, you made some cheesy garlic bread, and although he doesn’t normally eat gluten during the season, he’s never been able to deny your fluttering eyelashes and doe eyes. 

He cleared his plate. He always does, but you feel especially proud of your cooking today.

“You’re welcome,” you respond. “I’m glad you liked it. Has your birthday been good?”

Quinn nods. “It was a good day. Very calm. It’s still weird without Jack and Luke, but I talked to them earlier. They called me before practice, right after they got out of the gym.” He pauses, reaching out with his palm up so you take his hand. “This dinner is the cherry on top.”

“You haven’t even had dessert yet,” you tell him. “Since it’s your birthday, you get to have your cake and eat it, too.” You’d been thinking about the pun for hours. It might not make the most sense, given the dessert that you’re going to offer him in just a few minutes, but you think you’re funny. You’re on the last few bites of your own dinner, so you want to clear your plate and load the dishwasher before you offer him anything.

“Baby, I don’t need anything sweet,” Quinn says. “I already had something today.”

You take the final bite of potatoes, then swallow. You stand, collecting his plate and stacking it atop your own. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

“What is it?” Quinn asks.

“A surprise,” you tease, winking at him as you rinse the debris off of the plates with hot water. Then, you load the dishwasher and wash your hands, drying them with the towel that hangs near the sink.

“You’re such a tease,” Quinn laughs, pretending to chide you for withholding. He stands from the table and washes his own hands, but as soon as he’s done, he takes the opportunity to get handsy with you. He dries his hands on your clothes, leaving wet handprints over your ass and waist, plus one over one of your tits for good measure.

You twist away from him like you hate the antics, but it’s just the precursor to his dessert, which he doesn’t know yet. Sure, he’s probably hoping to get laid tonight– and it is his birthday, after all– but you had other plans.

Quinn rarely gets to do his favorite thing in bed. Part of that is because you’re both busy and when you fuck, you want to fuck. You like getting to the point where Quinn’s ample cock is buried inside you, filling you with his come, all while he murmurs little nothings about “you’re mine,” “gonna put a baby in you,” or the like. 

His favorite thing is to lay between your legs and eat you out until your thighs are squeezing his head and covering his ears and suffocating him. Like you said– you’re normally greedy for his cock, even impatient (which is how he often describes your attitude in bed), but today is Quinn’s birthday.

So, if he wants to, and he will want to, he’ll eat your pussy for dessert. He’ll eat you out until he’s had his fill, no matter how many orgasms it takes. You already set two full bottles of water on the bedside table in your shared room, plus you bought some fruit at the store so that you can recharge when he’s done with you. You’re expecting overstimulation, a fuzzy brain, and maybe even tears as a result of the pleasure.

You’re prepared for anything, because you’re at the mercy of the birthday boy today.

“Go to our room,” you tell Quinn. “I’m going to bring you dessert in bed, okay? I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just let me get everything ready.”

“Good idea,” Quinn says. “Then we won’t have to leave bed afterward.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him and shoo him away, but he’s absolutely correct. That’s the whole point.

Quinn goes, blowing you a kiss just before he walks out of sight because he can’t help himself from being silly when you share a domestic evening together. 

Once he’s gone, you pretend to prepare a dish. You open and close the fridge a couple of times, you click the lighter like you’re lighting candles, you remove plates and cups from the cupboard so that he hears the clatter and suspects nothing. As you move around the kitchen, shuffling along inconspicuously, you remove your clothes. 

Underneath your normal leggings, t-shirt, and one of Quinn’s Canucks sweatshirts lies your favorite part of the outfit. You’d been planning to do this since the end of September, so you’d had plenty of time to go to Victoria’s Secret and buy yourself a black, lace crotchless teddy. Quinn will get to look up at you in the (not-so cheap) fabric and admire how it fits you without sacrificing his ability to eat you out. There’s no barrier between your cunt and his tongue, despite the fact that you’ll still be clothed.

You have planned everything out to the final detail, to the final possibility, and you might be just as eager as Quinn will be when he sees you.

So that you’ll have something to snack on when he’s done, you actually wash the fruit you bought earlier and put it in a bowl. Holding the bowl in one hand, you politely knock on the bedroom door before entering.

Quinn is already in the process of removing his shirt and getting ready for bed. When you walk in, he turns to meet you. When he sees what you’re wearing, he freezes and his lips part in surprise.

In a second, you watch his expression melt into his typical “my brain has turned off and now the only thing that I can think about is getting my girlfriend in bed” look. 

“Happy birthday, baby,” you say, biting your lip as you take in his reaction. You put a hand on your hip and pop it to the side, showing off your outfit. 

“Are you my present?” He asks, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“I’m your dessert,” you correct.

“Even better,” Quinn decides, crossing the room and getting his hands on you. 

“Wait,” You tell him.

Quinn pouts, but drops his hands to his sides. 

You give him a little twirl, revealing the way that your behind is only partially covered by the lace of the lingerie. You move slowly, giving him plenty of time to stare at all of the parts of your body, thoroughly taking you in. 

He gives you a low whistle as you turn. You touch his jaw when you’re done, then you turn to the bed. You actually crawl from the foot of the bed, giving him a show.

When you collapse against the pillows, making yourself comfortable. Quinn stares at you, walking to the bed and touching your ankle. He draws a star on your skin, surveying the view.

“What can I– what do you want me to do?” Quinn asks, eyes still raking your figure.

“Whatever you want,” you reply. “It’s your birthday.”

“Whatever I want?” Quinn repeats.

You hum in affirmation. “Your fingers, your cock,” you list. You raise your eyebrows, bringing one of your legs up into a bent position. His eyes are drawn to your core. “Your mouth.”

Quinn’s attention snaps to your face.

“Whatever you want,” you confirm again. “For however long you want. All night, even. Birthday boy.”

“I love you,” Quinn says, climbing up onto the bed and settling between your legs. “You’re perfect.”

“I expect the same kind of treatment on my birthday,” you banter back, moving with his touch. He nudges your knee, so you spread your legs for him.

Quinn doesn’t reply, running his fingers over the fabric that lies on either side of your pussy. He pushes his thumb against your clit, applying pressure but not giving pleasure, not yet.

You take it as a sign that you’re in for a long night. So, you shift and make yourself more comfortable. You look down, watching Quinn.

He’s gentle to start. He presses sweet kiss after sweet kiss to your folds, to your clit which is still hidden. He takes his time.

You’re not sure which is true: if you’re wet of your own accord, or if Quinn’s gentle licks and smeared kisses make you that way.

In the end, it doesn’t matter. You’re wet and Quinn’s getting to do what he loves. You’re comfortable, he’s making satisfied noises as he grows more eager, and everything feels good.

You touch his hair, smoothing it off of his forehead. You tilt your head, admiring him with slow blinks and a serene smile on your face. 

Quinn has a one-track mind at the moment. Until he’s drawn an orgasm out of you, he won’t look up and check in. 

His tongue teases you, traipsing along your slit and circling your clit leisurely. He’ll run his bottom lip over the skin, letting it drag along your core and create unexpectedly satisfying friction. He’ll nose at your clit, bumping his features along your most sensitive points, just because he can. Quinn’s eyes are closed, fully immersing himself in the moment.

He works his tongue into you over time, at first teasing you with flicks and short dips, but it doesn’t take long for him to grow greedy for more– greedy for your release all over the muscle. It’s then that he licks into you as best he can, using his thumb to stimulate your bundle of nerves. He repeats the same motion over and over– prodding his tongue into you, drawing it out… again and again, all the while he’s pressing against your clit.

Your first orgasm builds slowly. Slow and steady wins the race, they always say, and Quinn is drawing the orgasm out of you like the tortoise in this race. You’re starting to feel a bit jumpy, like the rabbit, your hips aching to move beneath him and grind against his face.

But, this is his birthday present. You restrain yourself because it’s his gift. He gets to set the pace. If Quinn wants to make this the most built-up, desperate orgasm of your life, he’s allowed to do so.

It takes minutes. Minutes of Quinn humming and licking and touching you with the pad of his thumb until you feel yourself start to crest over the wave of your climax. 

“Close,” you breathe out.

Quinn pays you no mind, just continuing his ministrations until you’re clenching down on his tongue with a whimper. Your hand clutches his hair, trying not to seize up beneath him as you come, riding out the waves with his tongue still poking around inside of you.

He moves more slowly as you come down from your first, withdrawing his tongue from your cunt and licking over the slick that accumulated after your orgasm. 

“Again,” Quinn murmurs. He doesn’t allow you to take a breath before he finds your clit with his tongue and latches on. 

He seems committed to making your subsequent releases quick. His mouth feels like the tube of a vacuum against your clit, unrelenting and merciless. He’s sucking, and sucking, and sucking. 

Quinn is starting to get sloppy. He’s got slick all over his lips, all over his chin. He stares up at you now, nothing behind his hooded eyes. He’s just taking you in, looking at you from his favorite angle. 

His hands are resting on the insides of your thighs, laying securely to keep your legs spread for him. His pupils are dilated, massive and dark. His jaw works– you can see the bones in his face shifting as he tastes you. His face is scruffy as he nuzzles against you.

It isn’t long until you come again, just as strong as the first one. This climax seems to hit you harder, just because it came more quickly.

“Another,” he says into your skin, shifting one of his hands to push a finger into your heat. He doesn’t move his mouth from your clit, only intensifying his suction. 

“Fuck,” you reply, halfway between a moan and a cry for… something. A break? For more?

You’re not sure. Things are starting to blur together and turn fuzzy. You’ve come twice without a moment of reprise, because that’s what Quinn wants. You’ll give him as many as he desires, until you physically cannot give any more.

You close your eyes and lose track of time, seeing stars the next time Quinn makes you come. He’s worked up to a second finger now, scissoring them and removing his tongue from your clit to shove it between his fingers. All three are inside of you, bringing you over the crest again.

Then, a third finger and his tongue on your nipple. 

Then, again, with his tongue on your other nipple. 

Another with his mouth pressing insistent kiss after insistent kiss to your cheeks, lips, and neck. 

Your vision is black, then reeling with colors like that scene in Ratatouille when Remy mixes all of those different flavors, then like television static on an old TV. 

“One more,” Quinn’s voice comes out of the darkness.

You whine, high in the back of your throat. 

“I know, sweetheart,” Quinn murmurs. He’s touching your face, wiping underneath your eyes. “I know. You’re doing so well. You’re being so good for me. I love you so much– give me one more on my cock, okay? Then we’ll be done.”

“Quinn,” you keen, opening your eyes and finding it hard to look at him through the wetness there. You hadn’t realized that the overstimulation had gotten to you so much– but that’s what multiple orgasms will do to you. That’s how you react when your body is experiencing so much pleasure that it’s painful.

“That’s right, baby, I’m right here,” Quinn assures you. You can feel his cock nudging against your entrance, which feels like it’s gaping. You’re certain that your clit is swollen from the stimulation, the excessive stimulation. He sinks into you, inch by inch, cooing quietly to keep you grounded. “You’re so close already, I can feel it in the way you’re squeezing me. It’ll be quick, baby, I promise.”

He continues to talk while he fucks you, telling you how good you’ve been. He tells you how sexy you are, how perfect. He tells you how hard he’s been since you walked into the bedroom in your dirty, pretty lingerie and how he honestly thought he was going to come in his pants when you clenched down on his fingers for the third time and a weak dribble of your cum had dripped down his wrist. 

You’re far gone. Sure, you’re there– you can feel him inside, pumping into you and throbbing against your walls. You can feel the way Quinn’s lips move over your own when he kisses you and when he speaks, feeding the words directly into your mouth. His fingers are toying with your puffy clit, and you’re sure it feels nice, but all you can feel is heat and friction.

“Quinn,” you say again.

“Let go,” he instructs under his breath. “Let go for me. Come around my cock, baby.”

You nod, agreeing to a seemingly-impossible task. 

Quinn is always able to make the impossible happen. Your final climax manifests in shaking legs and bolts of lightning in your stomach, churning and folding in on itself. Your eyes are squeezed shut, tears leaking from the corners, which Quinn kisses away.

He doesn’t come inside you. After you reach your final peak, he pulls out. He jerks himself above you, continuing to kiss your face and praise you for being so good to him. He comes all over your stomach and you’re glad– if he had come inside you, or somewhere equally as sensitive like your tits, it would be far too much when the time came to clean you up. With his cum on your stomach, he’s able to wipe you down without causing you any discomfort.

When it’s all over, he helps you sit up and drink your water. He kisses your temples and your forehead, your cheeks and your jawline. He surrounds you with one of his big t-shirts, like a massive hug, and he pulls you onto his lap so that you can collapse into the crook of his neck. Quinn rubs your back and convinces you to eat some of the berries you brought into the room earlier.

You’re tired when you’re able to verbalize a full sentence again. You’re exhausted, really. Quinn pushed you to your absolute limit, although you’re not dissatisfied with the way things went. You sought a night where he could do whatever he wanted, which he did, and now you want to sleep.

“Happy birthday,” you muster.

Quinn breathes out a chuckle, cradling your jawline as you stain his neck with a splotchy kiss. “Thank you again for being so perfect,” he says. “You made my birthday so special, baby. Let’s sleep, okay? I’ll cuddle you all night long.”

Within minutes, you’re drifting off to the lullaby of his breath.

[jjkarmy091]

Second Best- Jungkook (part 4)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Note: Thank you so much for your love and support <3 If there is any mistakes I'm sorry. Let me know so I can correct it. Lots of love

After being there for a while, lost in his thoughts, he felt an arm around him. He didn't have to look back to know who it was.

“I was looking for you baby. Why did you leave like that? I mean I wasn't expecting it but I- ” Jungkook interrupted her  

“I saw Y/n just a few minutes ago. She told me to tell you she had someone waiting for her outside and she was leaving. Did you two come with anyone else?” 

“Y/n left? She didn’t say anything else? No, we came alone but got apart after. Maybe she followed our steps and decided to get some action for the night. I was starting to worry for her, I mean who doesn’t want to get laid once in a while?”  

Jungkook looked at Sewoon with discuss and took her arm off of him, paid for what he consumed and started to leave without saying anything else. Sewoon grabbed his hand but he quickly took it out. She looked so confused he started to laugh  

“Sewoon I- did you hear yourself back there? What does it matter if she gets laid or not? Why is that even on your mind? Aren't you worried about her? She left alone with someone neither you and I know. Are you-” 

“Why do you care so much Jungkook. Seriously, she’s an adult. If she left with someone was because she felt safe with that person. I’m sure she isn't thinking about you or me right now.” she approached him more and touched his buff chest “why don’t we do the same, hm. Let's leave, enjoy our night together. I missed you and I know you missed me too, let's -” 

“I’m not in the mood Sewoon. Honestly i just want to go home. This been a hell of a night and one to forget. Are you staying or want me to drop you off somewhere?” Sewoon’s face changed drastically. From a sweet and seductive expression to one Jungkook wasn't familiar with. He wasn't about to put up with it, so he said his goodbye and left on his motorcycle.  

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Meanwhile Y/n, after that little fight with Jungkook finally found Lisa resting near a wall outside of the club. “I was wondering if I had to go get you” “sorry this guy messed with me and then Jungkook stepped in and it was a whole mess and -” 

“Wait wait, Jungkook? A male name you say?” she teased Y/n while she sighed “yeah like I said long story.” They started walking until they reached Lisa's car and got in, when she asked “do you wanna go to mine? Drink some wine, eat a lot of crappy food while you tell me all about this jungkook and what Sewoon has to do with it.” Lisa didn’t have to wait for Y/n’s answer since her big smile said enough. When they got to her apartment, Y/n’s mouth dropped to the floor. It was such a big and nice apartment, so cozy and simple while hers was so small she could barely move, but was the only thing she could pay for.  

Lisa went to grab two glasses and some rosé wine and ordered some Mcdonalds, then they sat on her comfortable white couch and y/n started to explain her situation. 

“It happened one day during winter. I had just started working at the coffee shop. It was very rainy and windy so it was almost empty, just two or three clients max. Sana, my work collegue, was on her break and I was organizing the cupcake counter when I saw this beatiful young guy walk in. I froze. I literally panicked Lisa, you have no idea. He was so gorgeous and I was full of flour on my clothes and face and I was alone at the time so i did what I do best, embarass myself” Talking about this Y/n could feel it like it was yesterday and smiled so lightly and genuinely. When was the last time this happened, she thought.

“Please tell me you didn’t say any jokes involving flour and cupcakes” Y/n gave her a tiny slap in the arm and laughed. "Pff who do you think I am? No I didn't do that, I did worse. literally hid myself under the balcony right in front of him, stayed there for a minute until he made a noise with his throat and asked me if I lost something and needed help finding it”  

Right there Lisa couldn’t control her laughter, placing her glass on the nearest table only to fall on the ground dying of laughter. Once it ceased she grabbed the glass of wine again, taking a few sips “you are unbelieveable Y/n. Thank you for making me laugh so much today. That happens when you revolve your life around others you know? But please continue don't let me stop you. I like where this is going” she mocked again.

Y/n rolled her eyes. Never has she been more embarassed in her life. “You’re supposed to make me feel better” she mumbled. “Well... After that, I got up so quickly that I almost fell. I apologized and said I dropped my earring and was looking for it. The best part? I don’t even have holes in my ears. But he didn’t say anything about it, pretty sure he noticed I was a nervous mess and dropped it before I could make it any worse. He gave me a big smile so I smiled back, asked him what his order was and then -" Suddenly you were interrupted by a knock on the door. Lisa got up and went to see if it was your order, got back inside with it and after settling everything on the table you started to eat. Never a meal tasted so good.

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A few minutes later Lisa speaks again “back to our convo, what happened? After you took his order”. Y/n sighed “you love to know everything don’t you?” she laughed “he asked for a cupcake and hot chocolate. He was always very kind even when I was being so weird you know? But he got me so nervous I didn’t want to have any more interaction with him so I tried to stall until Sana finished her break but she was taking so long and I noticed him taking some glances over, so I knew it had to be me. As I reached his table I tripped, leading me to drop the hot chocolate on him--- Gosh I shouldn't be telling you this. You’re gonna tease me for the rest of my life” 

“No wonder the dude got so hooked on you after. You did quite an introduction” Lisa said cleaning the tears coming out her eyes from laughing. “Poor guy just wanted a cupcake and ended up getting a burn”

“Don't even remind me. I thought it was it. I just burned a client and made a mess, I was sure I was gonna be fired. But Jungkook remained so calm, told me he was okay. I helped him and didn’t stop apologizing to him, told him I was new in there but that was no excuse so if he wanted to talk to the manager I'd understand and offered to pay any sort of damage. You know what he did? Turns to me and says I’m cute. I burned him and he called me cute. I lost it” 

“He seems like an amazing guy Y/n. I figure ever since that day he went back to the coffee shop ?” Lisa spoke softly 

“He did. After that incident I tried to avoid him so bad but he would always ask for me to Sana, leaving me with no other choice. We ended up getting close and I developed a huge crush on him that everyone knew about but him” Y/n gaze turns sad remembering the day Jungkook and Sewoon met.  

"So how did he meet Sewoon?” Lisa asked curious. “At the coffee shop. She passed by to tell me that she got in the agency she wanted and then Jungkook walked in. She knew about him and asked if that was the one I’ve been talking about. Then I went to see what he wanted to get and he asked me about my friend so I introduced them. Didn’t expect them to turn out a couple. Not like that . I think I was hoping that Sewoon would refuse, knowing that I had a crush on him and that we were quite close.”

“So she knew and still went for him? That little bitch. I knew she wasn't as good as she seemed” Lisa said irritated. “She asked me. One night she appeared in my house and asked me if I still liked him. I was the one who told her to go for it.” Y/n said with tears already forming in her eyes. Lisa approached her and gave her the longest hug, patting her back. “still Y/n, that’s very low of her. It’s girls code. Did you ever told her no?” Your silence was the answer she needed. “God Y/n I’m trying so hard not to diss you right now. When are you gonna put yourself first? When are you gonna stop behaving like someone else's puppet? Be honest with me, do you like your life?” 

That rang a bell in Y/n’s ears. No she didn’t. She wanted to visit places, have fun, be herself, leave that place she called home and stop working in the coffee shop just to focus on her dreams. She was about to answer but Lisa got ahead of her. “You know what? Take some days off. Let’s have a girls trip you and me. I’m bored here and you need a way out of this whole mess. It’s time for you to find yourself Y/n.” “I don’t have any money for that Lisa. It’s hard for me to pay the rent let alone go on a trip”

“Move in with me. It’s just me in here and as you see, this house is huge. And no one told you anything about paying. Pretty sure you don’t remember but my dad works in an airplane company. Think about it.” Lisa exclaimed super enthusiastic  

Before Y/n could answer, her phone started to ring. She looked over “Jungkookie”

“Are you gonna pick up?”

“No. No I’m not. You're right Lisa I have to start doing things for me. Put myself first" she looked over the window "About your idea, I’m in. Book us a flight. Tomorrow morning I’ll talk to the my manager. I never took days of so it won't be a problem. Let's do it” 

" I knew you were gonna say yes. Get ready because this trip is gonna be life changer" Lisa said making a toast with Y/n. Here comes a new opportunity. You wouldn't less this one miss.

Not anymore

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[holylulusworld]

Flowery peace offering

Summary: You are not in the mood for bad jokes.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Pregnant!Reader (girlfriend)

Warnings: a lil angst, pregnant reader, redemption, Lloyd being a horny bastard (implied)

Catch up here: Plant Theft

A/N: Please consider I mostly do not write canon Lloyd.

“Come on, cupcake. You need new clothes,” Lloyd tuts. “I won’t tell you twice. I took a week off to take care of you.”

You’d rather stay at home, snuggled in your favorite blanket. “It’s the least I can expect after you were away for almost a month. I had to go to the latest ultrasound alone.”

Lloyd sighs deeply. You pout and cross your arms over your grown belly, pushing your tits up. His eyes darken, and he cups his crotch.

Since he got to know that you are pregnant, he’s horny all the time. Not that he wasn’t a horny bastard before you got pregnant.

“Cupcake, if you keep on presenting the goods on a silver plate, we will never make it to the boutique. Now, get up and in the car. You’re wearing one of my shirts and sweatpants.”

“But…but…it’s comfortable and I don’t wanna go shopping,” you stick your tongue out. “I only wanna sit here and have a snack. Maybe you are allowed to cuddle me too.”

“Cuddle you, huh?” He grins, as his eyes drop to your cleavage again. Lloyd licks his lips and hums. “Muffin, we will go shopping. No discussion. If you don’t get up, I’ll carry you out of the house.”

You grumble under your breath but push the warm blanket off your body, revealing your baby bump to your boyfriend. He sucks in a breath and curses. “Damn, you look ready to get eaten.”

“Help me up,” you mutter as Lloyd is busy staring at your tits and belly. “Lloyd, help me up. I can’t get up today.”

He snickers at your predicament. The sofa is too comfy, and you don’t have the energy to get up on your own. “Aw, look at my pretty muffin stuffed with a sweet Lloyd filling…”

“No…just no,” you hate looking in the mirror today. You love your baby bump and feeling the new life growing in your belly. But today you don’t feel comfortable trying new clothes on. “It doesn’t fit. It’s too small.”

“The changing cubicle or the pants?” Lloyd jokes.

“What?” You poke your head out of the changing cubicle to glare at Lloyd. “Did you really just say that? How dare you! I didn’t want to come here and try stupid pants on.”

You shove the pants down your thighs, wiggling them down to throw the fabric at Lloyd.

“Muffin, I tried to be funny!” Lloyd raises his hands in surrender while you throw all the clothes you want to try on at him.

“I’m done here,” you grunt. “I won’t try more clothes on. I want to go home right now!”

“Cupcake? Muffin?” He steps toward the changing cubicle. “I didn’t mean it that way. Baby? Y/N?”

“Forget it!” You storm out of the changing cubicle, walking past Lloyd. “I will never talk to you again.”

Lloyd pokes his head inside the bedroom. “Baby muffin? Cupcake?” He sighs deeply. You didn’t talk to him for almost five hours. “You know that my humor is not for everyone. Cupcake, you are beautiful to me. Even more, since you are having my baby.

You pout and refuse to look at Lloyd. “Go away.” You snap at him. “I don’t want you near me tonight.”

“I got something for you, wait…” He opens the bedroom door to push a serving trolley filled with plants into the bedroom.

“What?” You glance at the plants and flowers on the trolley. “You can’t buy my forgiveness with flowers.”

“Plants, muffin,” he corrects. “Look, I know my joke wasn’t funny. I didn’t want to hurt you, baby cakes.” Lloyd turns around to walk back outside only to carry a huge flower hamper inside. “I got more, wait…”

“Lloyd,” your eyes get glassy seeing all the plants and flowers Lloyd carries inside the room. Within a few minutes, the room is filled with plants and flowers. “What did you do? Be honest.” You push the covers off you to kneel on the bed. Looking at all the plants and flowers you frown. “Lloyd, did you rob a flower shop?”

“Muffin, I’m not a criminal,” he tuts. “Maybe I threatened another customer because they wanted to buy one of the plants I wanted. But that’s all.”

“Hmmm…you are not forgiven,” you point your index finger at Lloyd. “But I accept your peace offering. Raise me to food, and you are allowed to share the bed with me.”

Lloyd grins. He gives you a wink before jumping on the bed. “Does this include letting me eat your sweet muffin?”

“We will see…”

[paladin--strait]

Congrats on 100 babe 🫶!! Can I request prompt 19 - reader brings cookies or cupcakes for players team after a huge win (athletes only) with jack hughes?

so cute!!! i love this prompt with jack ❤️

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after the game ended, i immediately ran out to my car where the cupcakes are packed and placed neatly in the trunk. i brought the little cart with me and loaded the small treat boxes onto it, walking quickly into the hallway that the leads to the arena after i lock my car.

there's a huge grin on my face as i near the locker room. i pass a couple staff members and hand them their own little box with the freshly made treats inside.

the security checks the locker room to make sure the boys are still clothed before i walk in and that everyone is inside the large, messy room. i wheel in the cart after i get the okay and i run to jack, leaving the cart behind me, congratulating him on his huge win and the goal he got.

he smiles when he catches me in a hug, his sweaty hair falling onto my shoulder. i hear him laughing, and he kisses me on the lips with a quick thank you. "thank you baby! what's on the cart?" he points at it, and i suddenly remember all the boxed treats.

"oh! i brought you guys something!" my words that raised in volume caught the attention of the players and coaches. "i brought you all some treats!!" i walk over to the cart and grab a box. they're all named, since the goodies inside are customized to each players liking.

"nico and timo? i have your boxes!" both nico and timo practically run over to me, smiling and giving me a thank you hug as they take their boxes. "uhh...dawson and jesper?" they come over too, and all the boxes are eventually passed out, except for my two favorite devils players.

"luke and jack?" i turn and look at the two brothers with a big smile. they walk over together, chatting for a second before taking their boxes as well. luke gives me a big, long, thank you hug and tells me a quick i love you. jack gives me a kiss, along with a quick thank you and i love you also.

once i turn around to look at all the players and coaches, they're all digging into the boxes of yummy desserts, some of them looking like their about to go into a sugar crash or food coma. i look at nico, who's head is tilted back in bliss and his jaw is chomping down on a soft sugar cookie, one of his favorite treats that i've made, he's expressed to me how much he loves them multiple times, so i wrote it down in my notebook.

over a long time of baking and selling goods, i began to keep a journal of certain people's favorite things that i make. i have my family's favorite things, the hughes family's favorite things, the devils team, the canucks team, the umich team and even some of jack's friends like trevor and jamie.

i smile as i watch them enjoy the food. it's always made me happy to see people enjoy the desserts i make, especially people that i love so dearly. i rarely make batches of goodies like this, but the boys have worked so hard this season and they deserve a treat. luke is eating a no bake chocolate oatmeal cookie, one of his all time favorites, timo is eating the same cookie and dawson is eating a classic gingerbread cookie.

jack is chowing down on a carrot cake cupcake, smiling at me as we make eye contact. he holds the cupcake out to me, and i take a bite. i chew my bite of jack's cupcake, savoring the moist cake and delicious frosting. i'm never one to talk about how good my desserts are, but damn, i'm a good baker. i smile and giggle when i see the amount of frosting on coach keefe's face from his red velvet cupcake he's eating. he's really enjoying that cupcake, i think to myself.

moments like these with the team are my favorites. we're all together, enjoying the moment of happiness while we celebrate a huge win. we're definitely all going out for drinks later, but i know the night will be cut short for me and jack, since he always is super tired after playing for longer than usual, which he did tonight.

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once we reach the doorway to the quiet, dark, and cold apartment, jack and i take our shoes off by the door, walking to the bedroom. i flop down on the bed, groaning from how tired my body is, and i look up to see jack changing into his sleep pants, i decide that i should probably change too, so i stand and take my clothes from the game off, my 'hughes 86' jersey coming off and getting put into the hamper alongside my pants and bra.

i hear jack grunt when his body hits the bed, i finish taking off my makeup and make my way to bed, cuddling up to jack almost immediately. i hum into his chest, tracing shapes onto his back. "thank you for making all those things for my teammates, you really didn't have to do all that. but, i'm glad you did. they really love you, not just because of how good your desserts are, but because of how caring you are for them. they wouldn't shut up about how good it was and everyone told me to tell you thank you."

i smile at his words, "i love them too. i know how hard you boys have been working and you all deserve to know that people care about you guys and not just about the game and i know all the fans are thankful for all you guys do, so i decided to make all that stuff for you guys. i'm glad they appreciated it, too!" i play with his hair as i speak, messing it up and putting it in various little styles.

we chat more about the game before jack turns his alarm on so he can get up for morning skate in the early hours of the next morning and i cut off the light, darkening the room except for the light coming off the tv and the light from jack's phone. i smile when i see him scrolling through instagram, seeing where reporters had made various articles about the boys who talked about getting the delicious treats from me after being asked about the goodie boxes that were sitting beside them.

jack smiles and likes the article, shutting his phone off and putting it on charge. i he turns to look at me and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him and kissing my jaw, down my neck and along my shoulder. i giggle when he kisses my neck, i've always been ticklish there and he knows it.

the cold breeze from the air conditioning hits us, and we cuddle closer to each other, both to lazy to get up and mess with the ac unit this late in the night. we fall asleep in each others arms, the faint smell of alcohol coming off of us from our celebratory drinks at the bar. but that doesn't bother either of us, we just enjoy each others time, sleeping peacefully in each others arms.

[swee7dream]

ilichil as agere caregivers ! nct 127 x f!reader

warnings feminine nicknames dni if you sexualize age regression in any way . author's note i guess this is my opening to start writing cg!127 and cg!wayv ! mahae can be found here and winwin's headcanons can be found in wayv's when it's out .

seo youngho (￢‿￢ )

you got him wrapped around your finger! not that he’ll ever admit it

saw a cute dress? he got it for you. your stuffie’s arm ripped? he’s learning to sew for you.

purposefully hides pieces of the puzzle you’re building and feigns innocence just to see you get mad when you find out his schemes

“how’d that happen?” he pouts, cocking his head to the side.

if he every truly upsets you, he’s quick to apologize, pulling you into his arms and leaving kisses all over your cheeks until you’re laughing again because it tickles so much and he’s holding you so tight you can’t get away!

johnny loves being called daddy! he’s your daddy and you’re his babygirl!

loves cheesy, old-fashioned nicknames like honeybun, buttercup, cupcake… he just thinks you’re sweet, is what he’s trying to say

he loves when you sit on his lap and show him the coloring pages you finished while he was gone. he’ll make up stories off them like the purple elephant that wants to be a trapeze for the circus!

another big fan of playing pretend

his favorite game is dinosaurs, stomping around the house in slow motion with an evil toothy grin. you always manage to sneak away from his t-rex arms somehow but he’ll get you one day!

but johnny isn’t just a big goof. he knows when to put his foot down and is more 50-50 with it rather than taeil’s 90-10.

“i said no. put that back, please.”

his serious voice never fails to cause a shiver up your spine, settling you down within seconds.

when you finally decided to tell johnny, it took a minute for him to understand what exactly age regression is but kept the line of communication open. very open.

once, you were at work and your screen lit up with a message notification from him reading ‘do you like pacifiers?’

you almost beat him up

lee taeyong (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

worrywart !

doesn’t wanna make your regression feel even the slightest bit off. prioritizes your safety and comfort

at the beginning, taeyong as a cg can be seen as… a bit much

in preparation for his first time caring for you when small, he bought so many things. just anything he saw mentioned just once in all of his research of agere.

from itty bitty gear to middle/teen gear, bubu bought it all. if you don’t use any gear at all and have the ice cold heart to tell him so, you watch the color drain from his face.

poor guy

he just likes to be prepared. there’s nothing he likes more than a good plan.

cooking together is always so much fun. never lets you near the knives or heat but likes to keep you around to be his taste tester!

“what do you think, sweet pea?” “so yummy, bubu!”

loves doing crafts with you, particularly finger painting. you do it regularly, always forgetting that taeyong’s going to make you take a bath when the two of you end up with paint all over your faces and clothes

if you are allow it, taeyong is great with bathtimes !! he’s got rubber duckies and bath crayons to play with while he washes your hair.

cackles like a witch with a cauldron when adding a bathbomb to the bathtub, saying he’s preparing ‘baby soup’

“mommy, stop bein’ creepy.” “sorry, bug (っ- ‸ – ς)”

nakamoto yuta (￣ω￣)

“so yeah, it was just me and this big panther booking it down the forest to get away from this bear.” “and then?!” “i dunno i made it up :3”

an evil, evil man that takes advantage of your imagination during your tiny time to make up stories only to not finish them!

“what do you think would’ve happened next, baby?”

evil, but a good storyteller that gives you ideas for games nearly everyday you suppose….

loves playing dress up and salon

learned to do your hair! it’s an ongoing process… how did you end up with one low bun and one high? don’t ask

your breath hitches because he pulled a little too tight and he drops everything. are you okay? are you crying? he’s sorry, so so sorry. you know what? let’s have ice cream for dinner

likes listening to acid black cherry while doing your (v-kei) makeup! lets you sit on his lap when its your turn to do his

“daddy’s making you a total rockstar, baby.”

lets you draw on him! might get one (or several) of your doodles tattooed on his skin permanently just because he likes it so much

cuddling is his true life’s passion. takes out all the pillows and blankets in the house to make a pillow fort for movie nights. if he has any left over he uses them to wrap you up into a burrito

kim dongyoung （´▽｀）

just smile and wave, doyoung, smile and wave

maybe he shouldn’t have introduced you to his friends… they help add to your mischievous streak

“bunny? kangaroo! …pogo stick?” “doie… ‘s obviously you.” “me?” “yeah! when you can’t get the stuff on the top shelf at the the store so you did like this. ‘member? doie so bad at charades...” “:D ?!”

simultaneously the most competitive and worst player when it comes to video games

says he’s gonna win as you load up animal crossing like ���.? okay gramps

hates when you call him that so you do it as much as possible because you live to displease

always knows the right thing to say when you’re feeling big feelings that feel only bigger when you’re small

treats you like you’re made of porcelain, his fingers delicately wiping your tears away silently.

never tells you to not cry or to stop, just tries to makes the process of feeling your emotions as easy as possible by making sure you’re drinking as much water as you’re crying out and making sure nothing could trigger you further

when you first told him about your regression you weren’t sure what his reaction was gonna be. he just stared dead at you in silence for like 8 minutes and then whispered “yeah… that makes sense” to himself

what is that supposed to mean? you know as well as i

jeong yunoh o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

he really just wants you to think he’s cool

that’s his main thing. of course, you being comfortable and happy is first, but you thinking he’s cool is a close second

most of his cg work is actually done behind the scenes; trying recipes, researching agere tips, and learning different crafts so that when you’re finally little again he can see the sweet, sweet sight of your awe

if you two planned for you to have some tiny time after a long time spent without regressing because overwhelming stress and responsibilities, you can bet on jaehyun to have organized an entire mermaid scavenger hunt in your home at a 6pm on a wednesday evening

the reward is always a ticket for something like a veggie-free night or a warm hug (he’ll give them to you whether you have one or not)

he calls them baby tickets

yes, that’s really what he calls them. yes, he chose the name himself.

there’s a reason you don’t let him name your dolls or stuffies

you tried once, this is basically how it went:

“hyunnie, what you think?” “it’s a bear… and pink… what about bearie? like strawberry and bear. bearie, haha. get it?” “…”

likes being called mister! but it’s actually rare for you to call him anything other than hyunnie

“say ‘please’ and i’ll think about it.” “please, mist-”

he’s already swiping his card

dong sicheng ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

read here (when it’s published) !

kim jungwoo (☆^ー^☆)

the silliest!!!!! how can you not love snoopy

your number one supporter in every single thing.

“the way you colored the sky with cerulean blue instead of the standard blue is just a peek into the artistic genius mind you have, my dear. how is every single art piece of yours just flawless?”

your babbles? “you don’t say! you know, i never did like that scoundrel…”

loves playing doggy! he could be cleaning around the house but if you slip that dog ear headband on him he’ll drop everything to entertain you.

he’s shattered a few plates...

he’s the most loyal friend you could have. he herds all your sheep plushies together and sniffs out the clues to help you solve the mysteries!

he also lets you doodle on his face. he’s just so easy-going it doesn’t matter what. whiskers? meow! mustache? hm, yes, it’s quite becoming of him, he thinks. you stuck some gem stickers on his cheeks? he’s an alien from the moon.

likes playing pretend much more than playing with toys.

sulky when you choose to play with your dolls rather than him. when he’s literally right there!!! your best friend :(( your buddy :((

i don’t know how else to describe this other than a dog-like caregiver

energy is always up, even when its bedtime which can be counterproductive sometimes. although? not completely? he definitely helps you tire yourself out until you’re knocked out on the couch

his nickname for you is giggles !! your giggles are his favorite thing in the whole wide world and makes sure to tell you that often.

lee minhyung (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

read here !

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

read here !

extra ! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

cg!johnny+yuta is being hit with whiplash every two seconds because they can either be the sweetest people ever or pranksters from the deepest depth of WICKEDNESS AND DARKNESS. they always, always, always tag team too, so it’s not like you can run to one when they other is trying to tickle you to death

cg!jeno+jungwoo is what happens when a baby is left alone with an old, tired dog (jeno) and his younger brother that has all the energy in the world (jungwoo)

cg!taeyong+doyoung has the same power imbalance as djj, leaving doyoung groveling at the ground even when he’s supposed to be the one taking care of the others

[makeyoumine69]

I Wanna Feel You in My Bones

◥ PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: Patrick decided to show you how to train more effectively, but he didn't tell you that it would involve sex.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │porn with feelings, oral (both receiving), clothes ripping kink, vaginal sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play, body worship, teasing, heavy Daddy kink, mild degradation kink, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names, sensual baby Patrick himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 2.5k

◥ A/N: I kept this in my drafts for too long! Many thanks to the amazing anon who sent me this request, and my dear @thesirenrealm for the gif set she made for me!💞 Hope you like it! *hugs*

◥ SONG REC: Tame Impala - New Person, Same Old Mistakes🔥

◥ LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Your heavy breathing bounced around Bateman's fashionable living room as you tried your best to finish the damn stomach crunches he asked you to do.

"No, no, Cupcake," Patrick scolded, standing near his audio system and watching you from above. "That doesn't count!"

Huffing, you glowered at him, small droplets of sweat running down your aching abs. "W-what? Why?!"”

“You are slacking off…a lot.” Smirking, he got closer and leaned down to touch your belly.

"Well," you stammered as his cold finger caressed your skin, painting invisible lines across it. "I'm not as physically fit as you."

"That's why you need to work harder," Patrick said, pressing his palm against your stomach and licking his lips briefly as his tantalizing gaze roamed shamelessly over your tense body. "'C'mon, baby. Move!"

Desperately, you let out an exhausted whine before you obeyed and did a few more crunches, feeling your muscles tighten like a string.

"Good girl," Bateman crooned, holding your bent legs to keep you in place. "Keep going, you're almost there."

“You’re not helping!” You muffled as you seemed to reach your limit.

"Really?" A small chuckle echoed in your ears. Shaking his head, Patrick knelt beside you and lifted your hips up to smack your juicy ass. "Next time I won't hold your legs. No one helps me when I work out, you know."

You wriggled in his grip, trying to slip out, but that only encouraged him to drag you closer. And then his powerful arms were already pulling your leggings off, tickling your bare skin a bit.

"Patrick..." you gave him an innocent look, pressing a finger to your half-open lips. "I'm too tired."

Sneering, Patrick exposed your butt, squeezing it with his both hands. “You don’t need to do anything, silly. Not now.”

You gasped as his large palms were still playing with your buttocks, sending shivers down your spine. “G-God…you're incorrigible, m-mhm…”

No matter how weary you were, this man was evoking something primal inside your gut, something that could force your blood to rush in your veins, melting your body like a candle. 

Possessively, Bateman cupped your heated pussy, not surprising how wet you already were. “Did watching me exercising aroused you that much, my slutty girl?” 

Without resistance, he pushed your panties aside and rubbed your swollen lower lips to taste your sweet flavor.

“Ah, Daddy…” You mewled, watching him suckling off his fingers and touching his hard groin. 

Trembling, you could definitely see the outline of his huge dick thanks to the tight gray pants he was wearing. With a quiet growl, Patrick pulled on your leggings way too harshly for just removing them and then, you heard a distinctive sound of ripping fabric.

"W-what are you..." before you could say that, Bateman's muscular hands were already working on tearing your underwear apart, not even paying attention to your angry protests. "Stop! That was my favorite!"

"Leggins or panties?" He laughed in a mocking way, tossing hunks of fabric to the floor and lifting your bottom.

“Both!”

"What a shame," his devilish smile was brighter than the sun, even his slightly sweaty locks couldn't hide it. “But don’t worry, Daddy will get you new ones.”

"But-" an electric shock coursed through your body as his heated mouth touched the delicate skin of your inner thigh, forcing your words to stick like a lump in your throat. "Aa-ahh, Patrick..." 

Shyly, you covered your face with the palm of your hand, feeling the growing tension as he approached your mound. Panting with excitement, Patrick whispered: "Damn, I love the way you get embarrassed," he purred, leaving tiny hickeys wherever he could. "My delicate...mmm-little Cupcake."

After saying that, he greedily moved your hips closer, raising them higher and resting your legs on his broad shoulders, and then he couldn't wait any longer to bury his face between your legs as he began to eat your sleek pussy.

Right away you arched your back from the sharp spasm in your womb, his wet tongue swirling around your blushing clit so perfectly, so masterfully. And of course Bateman knew how good he was making you feel when he heard your sweet, innocent moans that made his cock twitch from how fucking hard it was.

“Pull up your top and play around with your nipples, I wanna watch,” he didn’t ask you–he insisted. “You’re shaking  already, how pathetic.”

Sobbing, you did what he wanted and now you were balancing yourself on the edge of pure bliss, rolling your taut peaks between your fingers while his experienced mouth was sucking out all of your sweet juices. 

"A-aww," you almost screamed as Patrick gripped your ass and lifted your lower body even higher, not letting you move and looking at you from above while lapping at your dripping cunt. “Oh, G-God…” that was certainly a big mistake, to stare at him back, as your inner walls were about to clench into a spiral from the eye contact you made. “Pat-Patrick, please…Take m-me…”

"Take you? What do you mean?" Teasingly, he tugged on your sore clit with a squelch, his chin glistening in the daylight with your slickness.

What an asshole.

“Stop pretending!” you hissed as he kept doing nothing, but waiting for your answer. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“Maybe I do…but I want you to say that,” with a sassy smirk, Bateman made one flat lick across your sensitive folds. “Cupcake, if you want I can lean over…and you will whisper it into my ear.”

Rolling your eyes, you felt him moving along your body. Oh shit, was he really serious?

“So?” He climbed on top of you before he bit your lower lip, pressing you down with his massive muscles.

“Mmhm,” you shrugged and whimpered beneath his solid frame as he brushed his hips against yours, to make sure you knew how stony his dick was. “Fuck me…D-Daddy.”

“And how do you want me to do this?” Bateman whispered near your cheek, and then he playfully licked your earlobe, coaxing all of your insides to cramp almost painfully. “Tell me more, baby…”

“Fuck me… just the way you like it, Daddy.”

“Really?” he continued to rub himself against you, grinning sparkly from how your hands were nervously tracing against the floor. “You must be really desperate…”

You exhaled noisily, when Patrick came back to his previous position, resting on his knees in front of your opened wide legs. Smoothly, he put off his sweaty white T-shirt, letting you admire his perfect torso–you couldn't take your eyes off of the small drops of sweat that were running down his small trail of hair and damn, that vein under his navel. 

And of course, Patrick couldn't miss your foggy gaze which was hungrily tracing all around his firm frame. Arrogantly, he drew close to your neck to leave a noticeable wet mark on it before he kissed your mouth really hard, pushing his strong tongue inside as far as he could. Closing your eyes, you nearly choked, frantically clawing at his broad back, feeling his strong muscles tense under your touch. 

Eventually, Bateman broke away from your lips to tease your hard nipple a bit, as he couldn't leave his favorite tits without his attention. Licking and sucking on your tip, he was literally tormenting your strained mind when he suddenly grabbed both of your hands and pressed them against his beefy tiddies, sliding them down over his abdomen to his pubis.

Panting sharply, you almost froze in place, glancing at him from under your lashes, but he only smiled at you as he got closer to your face, caressing it and tracing his long finger across your lips to make you know what he wanted. Taking a deep breath, you slowly pulled down his gray pants, exposing his glistening tip, and then you gave it a few kitten licks, causing his palms clenched into fists.

“Babydoll…” he groaned, nearly audible as you took his full length inside your mouth. Gritting his teeth,  Patrick tilted his head down to see your plump lips latched around his thick shaft. “So needy…so slutty, ah-fuck…”

Soon, his pounding became more and more persistent, you even had to lean on his hips to slow him down a bit. But then, Bateman pulled his dick out from your mouth as suddenly as he pushed it in, leaving behind a thin trail of your saliva.

“Gosh, Patrick…” you muffled, hungerly catching the air. “You’re insane.”

“Yes, (Y/N),” he mused husky, prodding his leaking cock against your wet little hole. “I am.”

A loud, uncontrolled moan escaped your lips before you realized it as he fucked you slowly but deeply, his solid hips meeting yours in perfect synchrony; his languid breathing was all that mattered to you now, even your own gasping was nothing compared to his, especially when he towered over you, demanding in a stern tone: “Let it out, Cupcake.” Gently, Patrick placed his arms under your shoulder blades, hugging you tightly to keep you closer and never stopping to thrust into your spasming pussy.

Shuddering with every push he made, you submitted to his will, again. “Please… k-kiss me…”

Domineeringly, Bateman clasped your chin to open your lips even wider as your wet tongues slipped against each other in a sensual dance of pure lust. God, you were so close, the way he drilled into your tight inner channel was almost brutal, yet so delightful, his ferocity and almost affectionate caresses making you sink into emotions you never knew you could feel.

“Pat…Patrick…” You cried out, as you couldn't take it any longer.

“I know, dear,” growling, Patrick looked into your hazy eyes before pushing himself as deep as he could, his heavy balls hitting your ass made you almost squirm. “Mm-mhh…wrap your legs around my back…I need to feel you closer.”

His sudden words took your breath away because he sounded so sentimental and desperate - he was already fucking you so hard and it was still not enough. There was no more thinking as you hooked your hips around his loin, crossed them and then let yourself go. The next second you were cupping his firm ass and Bateman couldn't resist sneering in ecstasy, even with his messy hair he looked so perfect.

Everything about him seemed to be perfect, the way he treated your body was not an exception. Seizing the moment, when your legs only started to shake, Bateman pulled out of you abruptly and went down on you again, swiping your clit with his hot tongue.

“Aa-ahh, Daddy…Aa-www…” Your voice waved as you climaxed so intensively, you had to grab on the mat beneath your quivering body.

“Mmm…” Patrick moaned against your cunt, tightly holding your legs to prevent them from closing, his fierce mouth never stopped devouring your tender flesh.

“A-awww, f-fuck…ah!” Still trembling, you yelped with how his thin curling fingers were suddenly stimulating your G-spot, prolonging your orgasm and forcing you to gush like a fucking whore. 

"Well, well, well... look who just cummed so hard," Bateman rejoined, stuffing his fingers into you to the knuckles, your sleek flavor almost floating on his Rolex, which he always wore, but he didn't care. "Jesus, are you going to flood my apartment?"

His mocking words only urged your inner muscles to clench tighter around his fingers, you thought you were going to faint as you felt yourself so light-headed and completely devastated. But yet, you managed to lean on your elbows to see him licking off his fingers and lazily stroking his soaked cock. 

“What about you, Daddy?” 

Patrick brushed his sweaty hair away, unable to stop a broad smile from appearing on his tense face as his wild nature craved a sweet release – it yearned for you. "Oh, you're so lovely, Cupcake," he beckoned with his finger, and you followed him as if hypnotized. "Do you want to take care of me, honey? Make Daddy feel so good?"

You nodded, barely breathing, but the tantalizing sight of his twitching cock gave you no chance as you let the longing heat in your body take over, forgetting everything, there was only you and him and your ravenous need to meld together.

Without saying a word, you allowed him to sit you on his firm knees and ring your legs around his back, and then you shrugged when he bottomed out, because you were already so worked up that it even hurt.

"Mmm, Patrick..." you huffed into his ear, keeping up the pace and riding him more deeply. "You're so b-big...Gosh...Ahhh, please...fill me with your seed!"

"Ahh, you want my cum?" He squeezed your waist, controlling your movements and helping you a little as he fucked you from below. 

"A-aawhh...yes!" you bounced on his beefy shaft, desperately hugging his strong shoulders as you let him wreck you like a toy. "I want it all...till the last d-drop...p-please."

With a guttural sound, Bateman grabbed your ass, rammed deep but sloppily into you, and the next moment you felt his hot liquid pumping you from inside, painting the walls of your womb white; his fingers digging almost painfully into your soft skin as his orgasm hit him hard.

A little while later, you were both still writhing in pleasure, his strong arms wrapped around you like ropes, as if he was afraid you would disappear like a mirage. Panting, you looked down at him, pulling away his brown tresses to see his peaceful face, now so flushed from the heat. Mesmerized, you didn't even realize that you were literally admiring his perfect features, tracing a finger along his cheekbone while his eyes were tightly shut. But when he suddenly opened them, your blurry gazes met and you felt as if you had been caught doing something wrong. But was it really that wrong or was it just in your head?

"Cupcake..." Bateman let out a sharp breath before leaning in to kiss you on the lips, wiping away all thoughts, leaving nothing but the illusive sensation that this man belonged to you, completely and irrevocably. 

Afterwards, Patrick pressed his forehead against yours and you were so afraid of ruining the moment that you stayed still in his embrace, listening to his rapid heartbeat. 

Unfortunately, that did not last long as he got up and left you on the mat while he removed his pants completely. Huffing, you watched him stroll around his living room completely naked, and holy hell... he was still so hard. You gasped when you heard him talking with his casual, arrogant intonation:

"When you remember how to walk, join me in the shower," he said as he headed toward the bathroom, his solid hips swinging with each step. "But don't make me wait too long."

The last vestiges of his vulnerability faded with him as the sound of the door closing echoed in your ears. Still, it helped you wake up from your naive reflection on his candor.

You wished you could just stop thinking, you wished you were free, you wished you never met him.

[7brownsuga7]

Disruptions

Jungkook x reader

Word count: 3k +

Scene from my wattpad book

As you walk further inside the apartment you can hear faint old R&B music playing through the speakers, with Jungkooks voice singing alongside it.

You've always admired Jungkooks voice, as much as he denies that his voice isn't that good, you beg to differ. But what can you say, he's good at a lot of things.

The sound of shuffling and cabinets opening and closing sparks your interest as you make your way to the kitchen.

"Baby you should let me love yo-" Jungkook stops mid song looking up at you surprised as he begins to icing the cakes.

The sound of the music continues in the background, making you nod your head to it as you near him.

With a bunny toothed grin sent your way, he rests the icing on the countertop as you continue to make your way over to him.

You can't help but to eye him as he stands there in all his glory. He's wearing a fitted white shirt that extenuates his muscles and chest. His grey sweatpants make an appearance, you can't help but to smile at one of your favourite outfits of his.

You watch him as he sucks on his thumb in attempt to get rid of the icing that is on his fingers, before he opens up his arms for you. You rest your head against his chest as he gently rocks you both sideways.

"I decided to make cupcakes" he states as he lets you go before continuing to icing the rest of the cakes.

Nodding, you reply back, "yeah, I smelt them as soon as I entered. It's funny because on my way here I was actually going to stop off at the bakery to pick up some"

"Well you came just in time" he turns on the tap to the sink and begins washing his hands as you hover over the cakes to fully smell them, the warmth still radiating off of them.

"Here, taste this" he sets the towel on the counter after he dries his hands, making his way over to you with a bowl of icing.

"I made it myself, it's butter icing but I added some cinnamon for extra flavour" with his index finger stretched out towards you and creamy icing decorating it, you slowly suck on his finger tasting the icing. You knew it would taste great, you didn't have to taste it to know it. You just wanted an excuse to suck on his finger.

Jungkook watches you with low eyes, slowly licking his lips at you sucking on his finger.

You act oblivious to his gaze as you lick your own lips to taste the lingering presence of the icing.

"Delicious" a devilish grin spreads across your face making Jungkook step closer to you.

Your back gently hits the edge of the counter as you look up at him innocently, aware of the bulge that is slowly growing in his pants.

Both of you look at each other, silly smiles appearing on your faces as you take each-other in.

The soft sound of the R&B music continues to play in the background, Jungkook slightly humming to it as he admires you from where he's standing, eyes still low and intimidating.

Just as he's about to lean in and kiss you, you reach over and take a big lump of icing on your finger just before you smudge it on Jungkooks face.

At first he seems taken aback, considering the atmosphere was getting a little hot. But then his teeth are in full show as his nose scrunches up.

You bend over laughing, hand stretched out and holding onto him as you feel yourself going weak at his shocked expression.

"You think that's funny? What insane person gets a guy hard and then attacks him with icing?" He humourlessly shakes his head in disbelief, wiping off the icing with a wet cloth.

You eventually calm down as you lean against the counter and take deep breaths to steady your breathing.

He watches you mischievously as he slowly walks over to you with his hands behind his back.

"Mr.Jeon... what are you hiding?" you tease.

He stops right in-front of you, and if it wasn't for the playful state you guys are both in, you'd be a little intimidated. He's looking down at you with a devilish smirk and dark eyes. His dark hair carelessly falling in front of his face making you want to reach out and play with it, but you don't.

He's got you trapped against the counter, hands still behind his back.

Suddenly you're shrieking at the abrupt ambush as he brings his hand that is covered in icing up to your face. He doesn't show any mercy as he makes sure your face and hair is covered in the creamy coating.

You gasp at him and hit his chest repeatedly, "Really my fucking hair?" You watch as he silently chuckles while continuing to cover you in the coating. How much icing did he make?

In the midst of him laughing while still going on with his attack, you glance over at the counter beside you and see a jar of flour. It's as if you almost see a light shining down on it. You slyly reach out for it and grab a fist full before throwing it at him.

That sure was a way to get him to stop covering you with the sticky coating.

He almost looks insane as he stares at you, stunned with crazed eyes.

There's a beat of silence as you try to hold in your laugh as you wait for his reaction. When you notice his mouth twitch you burst out in laughter, him following you shortly after.

It's nice to do this with him, seeing as you never get the opportunity to mess around with him like this. It's rare you see Jungkook in this state, he's usually always in business mode, so it brings a smile to your face seeing him playing around like this.

"Oh baby, you don't know what you just got yourself into" he speaks after he's done laughing, which makes you stop yourself.

Before you can do anything else, he's already lifting you up onto the countertop causing you to slightly squeal.

With his hands on your hips and lightly caressing them, you both look at each other with so much passion before you both eagerly go in for a kiss.

He kisses you as you try to match his pace, both coming up for air eventually.

You let out a soft moan when his lips go to to your neck, softly sucking and kissing on the sensitive area.

You reach up for his hair, caressing it as he continues to kiss your neck.

Your toes curl and legs wrap around his waist when you feel the warm sensation of his breath hitting your neck.

He gives you another kiss on your lips before he picks you up and carries you out of the kitchen, making sure to play with your ass along the way.

A few giggles escape your lips at the feel off his hands playing with your ass, and the quick kisses he scatters across your face.

You start to throb when you begin to feel the hardening of his dick against your clothed vagina.

You begin to clench around air, craving the feel of him inside of you, along with the fact that he looks so devilish and hot as he hovers over you after he places you on the bed.

His soft hair tickles your face as he watches you with hungry eyes, the chain that you got him for his birthday, dangling from his neck. Just the sight of that alone makes you pull him down for another kiss.

Your legs wrap around him again, bringing him closer to you so you can feel his hardening cock against you again.

You whimper when you feel it throb against you, clothed and all.

The taste of butter icing and flour still lingers on your lips as you continue to kiss him.

You both stop for a moment, taking a break to catch your breaths again.

You start to chuckle when you properly see the state of him. There's a few smudges of white flour on his face and chest, and streaks of it in his hair.

"What?" He raises an eyebrow while nudging your nose with his finger.

"You're covered in flour"

"Well yeah, that's usually what happens when you suddenly get attacked with it" he teases and you hit him on his chest which has no affect on him at all.

"You don't look that much different either" he muses as he swipes his finger against your skin to get some icing just before he licks it off.

"Let me clean you up" you look up at him as he looks at you for a moment before he realises what you mean.

He gets off of you, changing position with you, as you climb on top of him.

You watch his chest raise slightly as he watches you quietly.

You bend down and begin to kiss his lips before you pull away and kiss his jaw. You can hear the sound of his slow breaths as you continue to kiss down his jaw, leading to his neck.

You give his neck one kiss before you send a wet lick to it.

You notice he gulps at the sensation which only makes you do it again. You continue to lick away the flour that forms on his neck and chest, sending him small kisses now and then.

You hum when his large hands start to caress your ass again.

You realise that you're still in your clothes that you've been in since this morning and make it your mission to quickly finish up cleaning Jungkook so you can get undressed.

When you're finished, you look up and watch his sly smirk turn into a wider grin.

He brushes your nose slightly, taking off some flour that managed to get on there as you was cleaning him up.

One hand still caressing your ass, the other one finds it's way to your breast and he begins to grope it. His thumb playing with your perked nipple in the process.

"Jungkook" your moan fills the room as he continues to play with your breast, his other hand making it's way to the other one.

Your back slightly arches, your clothed pussy brushing against his hardened cock. You begin to rock slowly back and forth despite you still being fully clothed.

"Let's take these off" he mutters as he flips you guys both around again, earning a small giggle from you as your back hits the bed softy, sending you bouncing a little bit.

He knees before you and you lift up as he begins to take off your leggings, his tatted arms flexing as he successfully takes them off, leaving you in just your panties and shirt. He then follows by taking of his shirt and you instantly eye his exposed chest. His skin is slightly damp due to the thin layer of sweat and your saliva. You run your hand down his chest, down towards his abdomen feeling the hard work he puts in the gym regularly.

You close your legs unconsciously, feeling the cold air hit your exposed skin.

Jungkook notices this action and runs his hand along the surface of your skin, all the way up to your thighs. He bends down slightly, looking up at you through his lashes before he gives you a smirk, still holding his gaze as he hooks his finger under the edge of the fabric that's covering your wet vagina.

You could feel the wetness between your legs the minute Jungkook lifted you onto the counter. You know Jungkook senses your wetness by the visible smirk on his face as he shifts his focus to your clothed pussy.

His gaze stays on it for a few moments, him licking his lips in the process just before he slides your panties down with your help.

The air hits your wet pussy which makes you shift uncomfortably, you can feel the wetness start to spread around the area as Jungkook wastes to time in using two of his fingers to stroke it. After he's spread your juices around, he gets comfortable giving you one last look before he goes down on you.

You gasp and moan out his name the second his tongue comes in contact with your pussy. You grip the bed sheets when he sucks on your clit.

"Mmmh" he hums against it, sending vibrations which makes you grab his hair, tugging at it. He lets out another hum at your action which only makes you call out his name again.

His tongue enters your warm insides, letting your clit have a break from the constant sucking and licking.

A soft whimper leaves your lips when he removes his tongue and adds a finger, moving it in and out.

You look up to the ceiling, trying to relieve yourself from the pleasure you're feeling in this moment.

His tongue returns as he adds another finger inside of you. He continues to go to town and you can feel yourself beginning to cum.

Your hands still tangled in his hair, push his head down a bit further, guiding him to the rhythm you want him to go to ride you out of your high.

Your stomach tightens and your pussy clenches around his fingers as they continue to move in and out inside of you. You can feel the wetness spread around your thighs as you grind along with the movements of his fingers.

The sounds of your wetness and the action of Jungkook eating your pussy can be heard throughout the room, along with the faint sound of the music playing in the distance.

Your breathing begins to fasten and it becomes heavier as you repeatedly moan out his name as you feel yourself jerk.

His fingers pick up pace as he senses your climax.

Your body continues to slightly jerk and a light pleasured hum escapes his lips as he feels you tighten around his fingers again.

"That's it, come for me baby".

He watches you come from his position between your thighs.

After a while his fingers leave you and you whimper at the loss of contact.

He smiles down at your tired state. The sweat glistening on your skin makes him eye you dangerously as he comes back up to you to kiss you on your lips. You taste yourself on him and when you pull away you see a glint of your juices on his chin.

As you both continue to kiss, your hand goes down to his sweatpants, disappearing underneath the fabric and coming in contact with his erect length.

He hisses at the touch, eagerly kissing you deeper as you stroke him back and forth.

Your thumb brushes against his tip, already feeling the pre-cum. You continue to stroke him as he sends wet kisses down your neck and jaw.

His hands make a move to messily remove your shirt and your bra, successfully doing so, he then sucks on your erect bud earning another moan from you.

Moans and mumbles exchange from one another as you both continue to please each other.

"Fuck me Jungkook" you plead to him as your hand continues to slide up and down his thick length.

Jungkook wastes no time in pulling down his sweatpants along with his joggers.

When he's finished, you reach down to him again and slowly stroke his length against your wet pussy.

You both moan at the skin contact.

Your eyes land on his dick.

Thick and erect, and slightly shimmering with his cum. The tip is slightly red and swollen, you swallow your saliva and lick your lips wishing that you spent less time having him in your hand, so you could have him in your mouth.

You direct his throbbing cock towards your eager entrance, sliding it up and down before you push it in.

You both moan in unison, Jungkooks eyebrows furrowed as he bites his lip while he begins to thrust in and out of you.

His hair is now slightly damp due to sweat, you push back the little strings that fall onto his face, not making much of a difference as they just fall right back.

The wet sounds of your juices and the slapping of your skin is like a melody to your ears and you can almost feel yourself cum already.

"F-fuck Kook" you moan as your breath quickens.

Your hand brushes against his chest as it slowly makes its way down to his abdomen.

The gold chain that you love on him swings back and forth almost sending you in a trance as you watch it, eyes flickering from the chain to his face.

His face still holds that pleasured scowl and you smile at the way his grunts can be heard.

You reach up to touch his chain deciding to play with it as his strokes become more intense.

You clench around him which makes him grunt another time.

One hand is still playing with his chain, while the other is caressing the skin on his back when Jungkooks phone rings.

Jungkooks pace decreases gradually as the sound of his phone continues to ring in both of your ears.

You both make no move to answer it, but it's beginning to annoy you when it stops for a moment and then the ringing starts again.

Jungkook curses as he reaches towards the nightstand where he left his phone while he was taking off his sweatpants. He checks the Caller ID and rolls his eyes while cursing again.

"It's work" he tells you and you frown because you know he'll have to answer it.

He doesn't look too happy with the idea either, but kisses you quickly before he pulls out of you, causing you to press your thighs together at the loss of his dick inside you.

He would have continued to fuck you while talking on the phone, but he knew when it was work calling it was always important and long, especially if they're calling him more than once in a row.

You can't help but to snicker at his pissed off tone and the way his tongue pokes his cheek in frustration.

You can just imagine the hard time he's going to give to the person who called him.

He gets off of the bed sending you one glance that holds an apologetic and still horny expression to it before he leaves the room while rushing and putting on his boxers that were messily thrown on the floor along with your leggings and shirt.

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Hiya! I hope this finds you well! I just checked your request list! Such gems!😖. May I request a Lee! Douma Ler! Akaza and Rui revenge fic? With all the Ler! Douma requests, he deserves it🤣.

*Squee!* LEE DOUMA! :D He really does need his tickles after all his day to day antics! I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

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Akaza was gonna murder this son of a-

“Lord Akaza? Are you okay?” Rui was upside down, staring at him with wide eyes. Of course he’d ask- the upper third demon was lying on his back, chest heaving expression one of exhaustion as Douma ran off in glee. While it certainly wasn’t a new sight in infinity castle, it was always a brow raiser.

“Eh, I’m fine. Douma’s…” Oh man- why was this so hard?

“He’s wreaking havoc again.” Rui nodded solemnly. “He got me earlier.”

“What?” Akaza flipped over, wide eyed. “No, spidey squirt!”

“He was hiding in the empty rooms- I couldn’t avoid him at all.” Rui bowed his head in defeat, shoulders slumped and voice heavy. It was so pitiful but so cute Akaza found himself fighting a grin. “We were no match.”

“No, we weren’t.”

Rui sighed glumly. Then he looked up, something new and determined in his eyes. “Let’s team up.”

“Yeah- huh?” Akaza blinked. “What?”

“He won’t stop until we tickle him back. Lord Kokushibou told me himself- he’s an attention seeker.” Just what the hell was Kokushibou teaching this kid? “He only does it because he wants us to get him.”

“That’s…true.” Akaza sat back cross legged, thinking. It would explain Douma’s sudden interest in tickling everyone- plus the idea of giving that icy bastard a taste of his own medicine was rather irresistible…

 “Okay- let’s do it. BUT!” He raised a hand before Rui could cheer. “We’re gonna need some help.”

~~~

Kokushibou was a picture of calm when he meditated. Still as stone he sat- back straight and eyes closed. It seemed as if the world could implode on itself and it wouldn’t be enough to faze him.

Perfect- just, perfect.

 Douma smirked behind his fan, hiding his glinting fangs as he began his slow ascent upon the swordsman. Let’s just see how long that perfect serenity would last when he felt Douma’s fingers on him!

So close- one stretch of his arm and he could give the socked foot poking out the tiniest of scratches! He raised his long nails high…

“Ah. So that’s where you’ve been hiding, Douma.”

The fan clattered to the floor, the only movement made by the frozen blonde. Colorful eyes widened some as Kokushibou turned to look at him, lips pulling into a small grin. “Hey handsome, come around here often?”

“Hm.” Kokushibou merely stared at him, drawing out the suspense. “Did you truly think this would work?”

“Honestly? Yeah.” Douma flashed his teeth, softening Kokushibou near instantly. The older demon hummed a soft noise before scooting, coming to face the other properly.

“You never change. Douma…if you truly wanted to be tickled, you could have just asked.”

“Huh?” The blonde blinked, seeming to still. That’s when he saw it.

So very fine, those delicate webbings were- attaching him to the floor by his clothes. A tug did nothing- he was trapped from the moment he crept into the room.

Really- he was trapped the moment he dared tickle Rui. Clever child.

“Oh ho ho- look what we have here.” Akaza growled from his left, eyes dancing as he climbed into the room. “It’s like you wanted to be trapped!”

“Sorry Lord Douma- it’s for the best.” Rui poked around the corner from his right, a small smile hidden behind his sleeve. “Thank you for your help, Lord Kokushibou.”

“You betrayed me!” Douma gasped, jaw dropping.

“Forgive me, I’ve been swayed.” Kokushibou shrugged some before taking Douma’s hands within his own, bringing them up and out of the way. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Gross.” Akaza rolled his eyes, earning a giggle from Rui.

“Jealous?” Douma’s teasing tone was short lived when fingers attacked his neck, making him squeal and startle forward. “Aheahehahhahahhha! Ahahahahhakahahhahzahahahha!”

“Huh? What? Can’t hear you over the sound of my revenge!” Akaza jeered, worming his fingers along both sides of Douma’s neck as he carried on tracing against the skin. “How you like that?”

“Ahehaahahhahaha! Gehahahhahahahaha, ohoohooohoh, Iihihiihill gheheheheht you bahhahck! Gheahhahha- Ehehehehehhehehe spihihiihdey waahahhhahhahait!”

“Wow- he’s way more ticklish than I thought.” Rui mused out loud, small hands working along Douma’s ribs. No matter where the older demon jerked, he was right there following, poking and prodding at them with ease. “He might be worse than you, Lord Akaza.”

“Hehe yeah-OI!” Akaza shot the spider a look, hands still tickling. “Watch yourself.”

“He’s not wrong though.” Kokushibou mused, earning a snort from Rui. Akaza rolled his eyes. Ganged up on even during his revenge!

“Hahahahahahahahaha! Gehahahhahhahaha, dohoohohon’t thehehehehell thehehem thahahahahahhat!” With limited movement, Douma could only push his face into Kokushibou’s lap, burying it against his stomach as he shook with mirth. “Aheahhahahhhaa Kohohoohoohku sahhahahve mehehhehehehhe!”

“Nah, don’t save him! He was gonna get you next!” Akaza recalled, wiggling a few fingers into Douma’s armpits just to hear him squeak. “Tell us where he’s most ticklish, Kokushibou!”

“He has to have a tickle spot, right?” Rui asked, clawing his hands into Douma’s belly, giggling when Douma snorted. “Where would it be?”

“Kohohohohohku, dohohohohohn’t shahahahhay!” Douma pleaded through his guffaws, shaking his head rapidly. Kokushibou was quiet in thought.

“I cannot say. I was asked not to.”

Akaza groaned as Rui pouted, stopping their tickles and giving Douma a proper break. “Come on, seriously? After all the times he tickled you?” It wasn’t really that big of a deal; they could still find it on their own.

“Even so- I shall not speak of it.” Kokushibou raised his chin, then flicked his eyes downward quickly. He repeated the action a few times before the others caught on, brows raised and smiles growing.

“Hehehey…whatcha do?” Douma peeked, finding Rui’s smiling expression.

Then hell broke loose.

“AH! AHEHAHAHAHAHHAHHA!” Douma practically screamed as fingers danced along his lower back, sending endless bouts of laughter through the room. “OHOOOHOHKAY OHOHOOHKAY NOW STAHHAHAHAP!”

“Hehe, alright.” Akaza laughed as he and Rui pulled their hands back, high fiving over Douma’s prone form. The threads snapped, freeing Douma of his imprisonment and letting him sink further into Kokushibou’s lap. “I suppose you’ve had enough.”

“Sorry Lord Douma, but not really.” Rui patted his arm, plucking the last of his threads away with ease.

“Heh…heheheh…heh.” Douma groaned out, too comfortable to really respond. Kokushibou’s fingers combing through his hair didn’t help at all. “Run while you can- I’ll get you both eventually.”

“Sure, we’ll see.” Akaza snorted as he stood, stepping over him and taking Rui’s outstretched hand. “Come on, spidey squirt.” With a final nod of thanks to Kokushibou, they were gone.

“You told them!” Douma pouted, poking Kokushibou with his accusatory finger..

“I may have eluded.” Kokushibou confessed, laughing softly at Douma’s glare. “Apologies, love- but you’ve been rather aggressive with the tickling lately. It was only fair.”

“...You’re not forgiven yet.” Douma turned over so he was lying on his back, looking up at him with expectant eyes. After a moment of consideration, the older demon laughed again, leaning down before kissing him gently.

“Forgive me?” He asked when they pulled away.

“Hm….kiss me again and we’ll talk about it.”

Thanks for reading!

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The Boy in The Band

Chapter 9: Your song 

Josh Kiszka X Reader 

Summary: Josh’s mom throws you a baby shower, Sam wears a diaper, and the boys give you really thoughtful gifts. 

*Fluff the house down boots mama*

Being eight months pregnant is not for the faint of heart. You tried to get a glimpse of your swollen, throbbing feet but only saw the horizontal curvature of your enormous stomach. A large yellow button shimmered near your left shoulder that said “MOM”. Josh had disappeared a suspiciously long time into the house while you waited in the center of Karen and Kelly’s back yard. It was full of spectators, all wearing buttons that either said XX or XY in reference to what they hoped the sex of the baby would be. Sam, however, refused to partake in the gender binary and placed a sticky note with the word “baby” where the button was supposed to go. Karen had chosen yellow as the main color with decorations loosely based on Winnie the Pooh. Karen shared with everyone she chose yellow, not only because it’s the traditional gender-neutral color but because Elton John had told her it was his favorite color at the party the boys had recently performed at. “Who knows! Maybe there’s yet another rock star in the family.” Karen said followed by a soft chuckle. Tiny jars of honey sat at the table near the sliding door with labels that said, “Y/N and Josh’s Baby shower” with the date. A fancy (and frankly oversized) chocolate fountain sat at the center of the pastry table surrounded by fresh fruit and pretzels for dipping. The rest of the table was patterned with cupcakes, made graciously by Jita and Ronnie who were finishing up frosting the last batch in the kitchen. Finally, you heard a familiar rhythm of steps.

“I brought you a snack!” Josh said catching his breath. “And your vitamins.”

“Did you run all the way home for them?” You joked.

“Basically.” Josh admitted in a bashful tone. “You forgot them on the bedside table.”

“So you drove all the way home for them?” You asked in shock. 

“That’s so cute.” Danny said with his usual sincere and warm smile.

“What? What did he do?” Sam looked up from his phone demanding to be filled in.

“Maybe you should stop texting all your girlfriends and pay attention.” Danny told Sam. 

“Ever since my OBGYN told us I need to increase my prenatal vitamins, Josh has been on me. I’m so grateful too because baby brain is no joke. I have the memory of a goldfish lately.” You explained.

“She also said if you eat raw almonds as a snack right before, your body will absorb more of the vitamins.” Josh repeated the doctor’s orders verbatim.  

“I think Josh is practicing his daddy skills with Y/N!” Kelly shouted and all the guests began to laugh.

Everyone was present from the twins’ and Danny’s family to Charlotte, Beverly, and some other people from the GVF team. Your mom had made the drive for the shower and was seemingly hitting it off with everyone quite nicely.

“Oh leave him alone.” Karen waved her hand at Kelly in a gentle attempt to get the festivities started once and for all. After you ate your almonds and took your vitamins, you were asked to judge a variety of games. One of the games required partners of two to race in dressing one of the partners in a baby costume. The costume being comically large diapers Karen found at Party City, a baby bonnet, a bib and a pacifier. The only catch being they had to run across the yard and grab one item at a time and put it on before running back for the next one. 

The teams were naturally split into existing couples such as Jake and Jita, Danny and Beverly, Karen and Kelly. However Ronnie and Sam wanted to play and decided to pair up. The race began. Kelly and Karen took turns running back and forth, adding an item of baby clothes onto Kelly as they went. Jake and Jita went with a similar approach except Jita was the one wearing the costume. Danny had decided to run back and forth citing his incredible endurance, bringing Beverly each item of clothing, and helping her into them. You knew very well Danny was just being a gentleman so Beverly wouldn’t have to get all sweaty. For Sam and Ronnie’s team, Ronnie declared seniority and told Sam he had to bite the bullet and wear a diaper. While every team started with the diaper, Sam and Ronnie started with the easiest item, being the pacifier, and worked their way up. The diaper had proved to be difficult to get into, for the other teams, but having it out of the way allowed them to zoom through the remainder of the race. Sam and Ronnie were dead last. At the final countdown, Ronnie and Sam scrambled to get him into the diaper except Sam’s scrawny legs couldn’t hold it up. In a hilarious attempt to get the diaper adjusted to his waist, Sam laid on the ground while Ronnie pulled at the Velcro of each side bringing the diaper in before securing it again. Jake and Jita exclaimed in excitement when they had managed to beat everyone. Sam groaned, still laying on the ground like a giant toddler.

“What did we win?” Jake asked in a hurry.

“Isn’t bragging rights enough?” Jita playfully elbowed Jake.

“No.” Jake answered laughing.

Karen pulled out a box of roman candles and handed them to the winning couple with as much ceremony as if it was a golden Oscar.

“Aw man! That’s such a cool prize!” Sam whined after pulling the pacifier out of his mouth and getting up from the ground.

“You are so baby.” Josh teased.

“And for wahhh…” Jake added. The image of Sam in a diaper tickled Kelly especially, evidenced by his inability to stop cackling, arms crossed over his belly in joyful pain.

As the baby shower came to an end, people began to go home. Karen began to bring over all the presents for you to open.

Sam’s gift was a gigantic box of newborn diapers, and a tiny newborn size T shirt that said, “Future bassist.” Jake scoffed audibly.

“Don’t start.” Karen said through a smile and gritted teeth.

Jake and Jita’s gift came in a huge box full of packing peanuts that confettied onto the floor as Josh helped you pull out a child-sized electric guitar and a small amp.

“This is precious.” You said admiring the cherry red varnish as it glistened in the golden patio light.

It wasn’t long before Sam and Danny took turns playing on the amusingly small guitar.

“I know it’ll be a while before they’re old enough to play but Jake wanted to be the first to buy them an instrument.” Jita whispered to you. Finally, it was time to open Danny’s gift. He had ordered a handmade, custom crib-mobile with all the GVF instruments in plushie form hanging from it. There was a seafoam bass, Jake’s red guitar, Danny’s drum set, and even Josh’s tambourine that rattled when it moved. You couldn’t help but squeal from the cuteness. 

You thought you had finished with the gifts when Jake suddenly asked everyone to go inside for a surprise. Everyone sat in the living room where the baby grand piano, that Sam learned to play on, lived.

“Sam and I wanted to do something special for our first niece or nephew.” Jake announced. Sam strolled over to the worn-down wooden bench and got into playing position.

You were confused about the lack of guitar in Jake’s arms until you realized he planned to sing. You weren’t sure if it was the hormones, but you instantly felt your eyes tear up as Sam carefully played the first notes of “Your Song”, by Elton John.

You couldn’t hold your tears back as Jake started singing in his raspy voice. When the chorus came Jake got closer and sang directly to the dome of a belly in front of you.

“I know it's not much, but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you And you can tell everybody This is your song It may be quite simple, but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind That I put down in the words How wonderful life is while you're in the world.”

You looked over at Josh who was wiping streams of hot tears off his red cheeks. Your chest swelled up with so much emotion at how much you loved this man. This sensitive, beautiful, kind man who was the father of your first child and his family that you so gratefully inherited.

The night ended in the driveway with laughter and smiles that flickered in the light of roman candles as they shot sparkly fire into the sky.

[howdoyousleep3]

28. surprising them with their favourite treat

for whichever pairing you would like 💕

"Bubba...?"

Steve's footsteps are light as he walks through their kitchen, placing his keys on the countertop, keeping hold of the small paper bag in his other hand.

"Baby, you're home early."

"Mhmm, class got out early."

Steve pauses in the doorway to the living room, adoringly watching on as Bucky tends to his plants, moving from pot to pot, a gentle giant. He arguably loves these plants more than Steve himself, Steve joking with Bucky from time to time about just how far his love goes, but he knows there's nothing or no one Bucky loves more than Steve.

The damn near obsession goes both ways.

Bucky's beautiful like this, in this focused caretaker kind of mode. He examines the underside of leaves, the moistness of the soil, wiping leaves down gently with a cloth. The light that filters in through their sheer curtains makes Bucky's skin glow, every indecent inch he blessedly shows in the safety and comfort of their cozy apartment, their home.

Fuck, he loves this man.

Steve doesn't realize he's spent god knows how long watching Bucky in his element, transfixed, but when he hears Bucky's gasp, he quickly snaps out of it.

"Steven! Is that what I think it is?"

Steve's grin almost makes his teeth ache. He waves the bag in front of him, arm extended, and giggles when Bucky sprints across the room and snatches both him and the bag up into his arms.

"Is it—"

"Your favorite chocolate cupcake with that special fudge icing?"

"Yes!"

"Of course it is."

The joy on Bucky's face, his smile, was absolutely worth the extra, out of the way stop on the way home. The kisses he litters Steve's face with are extra treats of his own.

"Feed it to me," he instructs Steve, walking them back towards the kitchen where he sets Steve on top of the counter. Steve's laughter is barely concealed by his scoff.

"Feed it to you?!"

"Mhmm, tastes better when you feed it to me," Bucky tells him, voice reaching a distractingly husky level. Christ. He reaches for the bag, nipping at Steve's bottom lip before pulling out the obscenely large cupcake and handing it to Steve.

"How can I say no to you, Bear?" Steve whispers, pulling off a chunk of cupcake, ensuring it is a bit with icing on it. Bucky licks his lips, actually licks his lips, before opening his mouth wide. As requested, Steve places it into his mouth, there on his tongue.

His eyelids grow heavy when Bucky's lips wrap around his fingers.

"You can't," Bucky tells him with a mouthful of chocolate cake and a wide grin. "You love me."

Steve can't help his smile. "Yeah, I guess so. Open wide..."

[pastel-clown-friends]

I need some help from clown owners!

I was to preface this with the fact that I've never owned clown before. I've had friends with clown pets and my cousin currently has a common white faced clown I believe he is. I have owned plenty of dogs and cats before and even a few rats, but I have no experience with owning a clown.

Onto the story of how I ended up with my first clown.

So I was walking home from work during a recent sleet storm and I had heard whimpering and honking inside a nearby bush. The bush was shaking and shivering and the pained sounds made it so I had to approach.

When I moved some of leaves aside I found this tiny, and I mean tiny, clown girl cowering from the wet snow falling from the sky. I immediately pulled her from the bush she was stuck in and hid her in my coat pocket. She was small enough to fit in there and the poor dear was ice cold. It was nearly freezing, as I live in Illinois, and thr sleet was coming down hard.

I could tell she was scared based on he way she bit my finger but she was too weak to really anything else as I put her in my warm pocket and started to hurry home. Luckily I lived just a block away and so I was able to get her out of the cold weather and into my heated apartment very quickly. I immediately got her washed up in my sink, being as gentle as I could. She was extreamly weak and is probably sick from how dirty she was and how cold it was. She wasn't wearing a lot of clothing, just a cupcake dress and petticoat, stockings, and arm warmers, and what she had on wasn't very thick. She didn't have a hat or shoes.

I immediately set up some food for her, but I wasn't sure what to give her. All I had were jelly beans and a cotton candy flavored candy cane and she looked like she was upset at the choices but ended up eating them out of sheer hunger.

I set her up near my space heater on a bunch of scrunched up fuzzy blankets and a hello kitty plushie and she fell asleep very quickly.

What I need help with is what to do next and what breed she is.

Here is a list of her attributes. I would have gotten a picture of her but she is really skittish and doesn't seem to like the camera.

White skin

Pink hair spit into two low pigtails, reaches the ground when she stands up

Purple heart shaped eyebrows

Blue eyes

Light Blue nose

Light Blue markings on her cheeks, triangles

Purple lips

Her clothing was entirely the same shades of light blue and pink.

Sharp teeth

Barcode on the back of her neck

I'm very worried about the fact that she has sharp teeth. I've never seen a clown with sharp teeth before.

But the barcode is scary. Because it's a tattoo. But she looks small enough to be a todler despite having very long hair and a full set of teeth.

Please if any clown parents could help me in the comments. It's 2 am but tomorrow I'm gonna bring her to the nearby clown vet. I'm gonna make sure she is okay and has her shots and then I'm gonna see if she is chipped.

Do clowns even get chipped like dogs or cats? These are the things I need help with. I am so sorry if I did anything wrong, but I'm really shaken up and just want to save this poor baby. She is very cute and once again looks so small... its worrying.

Sorry for any typos both my thumbs and most of my fingers are bandaged from thr many times she bit me.

(Date of posting 12/4/22)

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟜

"NO!" She screams as we take her into her room. They pin her down and I kneel next to her.

"Shush," I kiss her forehead, "It's gonna be okay. I'll take care of you. I promise."

"Jungkook, please," her head twitches a bit, "Don't do this!"

"I'm sorry, cupcake," I look at her face, tears staining her face and hair all over the place, "I can't let go."

"Jungkook!" Hoseok yells from outside the room where he's tied up. He tried to stop me and kill my Lia. He tried to kill my baby. 

"Don't do this, Jungkook!" He yells, "Just let her rest! Just let her go!"

I clench my jaws and shut my eyes. I cannot.

And will not.

"Go stuff a piece of cloth or something in his mouth," I order one of my men and they nod before jogging out.

"Boss's orders," I hear the man say before I hear muffled yelling.

"Ju-Jungkook," she sniffs, "You love me, right?"

"Of course, baby," I kneel down and cup her face, "That's why I'm doing this. I'm trying to keep you. I'm doing everything I promised. I'll never leave your side."

"Jungkook, it hurts," she whimpers, "It hurts so much. Please, just kill me. I don't wanna go through this."

I close my eyes unable to see her in pain, "You're strong, baby," I purse my lips, "So strong. Just a bit more and it'll be gone. You'll be okay. I'll take care of you. I'll never let anyone go near you."

She screams in agony and flops to the floor with a concerning thud. The men around me rush around and chain her up. 

"Ju-Jung-Jungkook!" She yells as she twitches, "Don't do this!" Her eyes start turning from a dark brown to a light brown which slowly faded into grey.

"Jung-" her voice was hoarse and rough, "KOOK!" She twitches around a bit more before laying completely still. 

I didn't realise my heart was beating so fast till it became silent. All the men behind me started glancing at each other and slowly stepping back.

"Lia?" I step forward to see if she was alive.

"Sir, I don't think you should go near-" One of my men tries to warn me but she shoots up with a snarl almost grabbing me but I jump back.

"OH MY FVCKING GOD," one of them runs out yelling and she hisses at everyone in the room trying to break free.

"Lia..." I say her name and she looks at me—blood oozing out of her mouth and nose. She reaches out trying to grab me. I put my foot forward a bit and she grabs onto the fabric of my suit pant.

"Sir, you should really step back," someone says from behind, "You're too close. She'll bite you."

"I know what I'm doing," I wave my hand dismissing him, "All of you may leave."

They silently shuffle out of the room and I pull my leg back. She tries to grab it again but I walk further away from her. I sit on the floor with my back to the wall as I watch her silently. She hisses and snarls at me.

I chuckle at her, "Oh, how I wish I could let you touch me..." I talk to her as if she could understand, "Should've given you the chance to do that before but I was too much of a fool to realise that not everything lasts," I look down at my hands disappointed, "Should've given you all my attention. I really thought I had a second chance... to love you as you deserve, to provide for you, to protect you."

"But I failed at everything," I laugh at myself, "I let you slip through my hands right in front of me."

"Now, look at you," I scoff at her trying to reach out to me, "You're trying to get near me but not with the same intention. This time it's because you're hungry and I'm merely a walking flesh for you to sink your teeth into and devour. I miss it when you'd cling to me for attention... When you'd cling to me to love me. Why was I such a fool, huh?" I ask as tears flood my eyes, "Why was I so blind, huh?" I glare at her, "Why didn't you slap some sense into me?" I start sobbing uncontrollably, "If I had come to your graduation, you would have been safe in my arms. I'd be fulfilling all your wants and needs. I'd be giving you whatever you want."

"I let you down," I hit the back of my head against the wall, "I'm so sorry. I couldn't even fulfil your last wish to not be one of those... It's always been like this, hasn't it? My selfishness ruining everything."

"But don't ever think I didn't love you," I smile at her, "I love you so much. I love you every second I'm breathing. I'll love you till I die."

All I could hear were growls and snarls as replies. 

"Are you hungry?" I stand up, "Do you want something to eat?" 

"I'll get you something to eat."

"I'll get you someone to eat."

862 WORDS

[meganewsposts]

Cupcake Baby Clothes Near Me

So forget giving the basic onesies and get mom and baby something fun and frilly from Lollipop Moon's adorable clothing store. This looks like a puzzling question especially if the baby is not yet born and you want to shop for the outfit from an online store. If you don't like the canopy idea, try a mobile of fairies. I don't remember our puppies shedding like that. Warmer weather is coming soon which can only mean one thing - lots of water time fun. You can be smart with your child expenses and at the same time give the best of everything to your child. Children's clothing might be a bit more difficult, so choose pieces that your child can grow into. Almost every crib bedding set will have a wide range of nursery accessories including picture frames, toy boxes, kiddie-size chairs, fabric storage boxes and more. I have 3 onesies that I mostly wear when I'm alone in my chilly house. To purchase cute baby clothes follow the link.

​Cupcake Baby Clothes Near Me

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One truth that each parent discovers as their baby gets older is they also get bigger, sometimes at this type of astonishing rate that you simply swear the clothes you just bought the other day don't fit already! As your sweet infant turns into a baby, then the toddler and then the child, they undertake clothing sizes so quickly. Before you know it, they've grown from size 3-6 months to 3T plus you've got plenty of adorable baby clothing in the home that you just can't bear to get rid of but don't have use for anymore. Here are some popular ideas for what you can do together with your baby's clothes now that you just can't use them anymore.

Baby creepers are an excellent idea when babies are infants. At this time, children are certainly not mobile yet. They mainly spend their time sleeping and eating. Baby creepers will keep them warm and they also make good sleepers when babies require elsewhere for care. They will also be the ideal choice in the event the temperature is just a little cooler. Should it heat up, they could always strip right down to small baby t-shirts and diapers. Baby creepers are also useful as the little tykes start crawling. Their knees, legs, elbows, and arms will likely be shielded from dirt and scrapes.

Infant body suits are some of the most desirable to parents as they are so easy to work with. These pieces tend to be referred to as a long t-shirt held together by snap buttons. The snap buttons make them quite simple to switch the infant's clothes and change their diaper as there are separate bottom snaps. For the parents who will be with limited funds, you'll find the generic varieties of body suits called snapsuits, babygrow, babygro, mameluco, diaper shirts, and creepers.

Do not be afraid to say any minor stains or wear and tear on the clothing; it is best to be upfront and honest about these things and maybe even take pictures of which. Good, clear pictures are extremely important because many buyers won't even look at an item that doesn't have a photo. Parents need to become as clear and descriptive as is possible in postings; an excellent rule of thumb would be to post a thing that would look enticing on the parent posting the product.

[lavenderwriting]

꧁༺ʝʝӄ ʍǟռ օռ ʋǟʟɛռȶɨռɛ'ֆ ɖǟʏ༻꧂

Summary: JJK man through out valentines day

Pairing: gojo x reader// nanami x reader// Toji x reader// choso x reader Warnings: fluff, SFW and NSFW (squirting, oral sex, figenring, breading)

SFW

𓇣 Gojo would be the type to take his day off to spend it with you. Of course he made sure you had no idea.

𓇣 On the 14th he would get up super early to go get freshly baked goods to your favorite bakery, then he would wake you with breakfast in bed. It was all worth it when he saw the smile on your face.

𓇣 For lunch you cooked him his favorite meal, he just sat in the kitchen looking at you. He loved watching you cook.

𓇣 During the afternoon You went for a walk around the city, eating several pastries.

𓇣 For dinner, Gojo hired a chef to cook at your home, the best food for the best girl. He didn't care how much money he spent on you, it was worth every single cent.

NSFW (Minors DNI)

𓇣 After dinner you decided to watch a movie, however you didn't even get to half of it. He began by stroking your head, then your neck and your shoulders. You were trying to pay attention but when you looked at him he was already looking at you.

𓇣 You straddled his hips and he instantly grabbed your ass with his huge hands. He helped you grind against him, his huge cock growing harder by the second. In seconds you were both naked hand he was fucking his cock into you.

𓇣 “You like that cupcake?” “You got me whipped for this pussy baby”

𓇣 He made you cum at least three times before he came all over your tits.

SFW

𓇣 This man left work early for you that day. That’s how you know he really loves you.

𓇣 During the afternoon he sent a package to your shared home. He had seen a beautiful knee length silk dress with a slit on the side. He had thought that it would look perfect on you.

𓇣 After work he went home to get himself ready. Kento chose to wear a black suit with a white button down and a red tie.

𓇣 He waited for you to get ready and when he saw you all dressed up his breath was taken away. He loved you so much, and you looked so beautiful. He was proud to be seen next to you.

𓇣 He took you out to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in the city. He was able to get a private room for you, everything was decorated with rose petals and candles.

𓇣 Dinner was perfect and after you went home.

NSFW (minors DNI)

𓇣 On the ride home Kento put his hand on your thigh while the other gripped the wheel. It went higher and higher until it reached your pussy. He looked at you surprised when he noticed you weren’t wearing any underwear.

𓇣 You gave him a knowing smirk and he understood what he had to do. Nanami started to finger you and didn’t stop until you came all over the car seat.

𓇣 Kento parked in the garage and as soon as he did, you jumped on his seat, unbuckled his belt and pants and pulled his cock out of his boxers. You rode him until you came one more time at the same time he came inside you.

SFW

𓇣 This man gives the vibe that he would have nothing prepared, however that’s not the case at all.

𓇣 He planned an entire evening with you. So when he arrived home when the sun was setting it surprised you. He looked at you and simply said “go get dressed and pack a bag with a change of clothes”.

𓇣 After you had everything ready, you got into the car and he drove off. “Where are we going Toji?” “You’ll see.”

𓇣 He parked in front of a hotel. The one you told him you wanted to go one of these days. At the time you thought he wasn’t listening but now it was clear he was.

𓇣 Toji booked a huge suite for you, with a hot tub near the floor to ceiling window. The bed was decorated with rose petals and heart shaped chocolates. You both looked at each other with so much love and adoration that it wasn’t necessary to say anything else.

NSFW (minors DNI)

𓇣 It didn’t take long for you to get into the hot tub. Completely naked. You were sitting between his thick thighs, your head resting on Toji’s shoulders and your back against his chest. Unconsciously you began to grind your ass against his cock. He gave you a knowing look before smirking.

𓇣 “Is this where this is going?”

𓇣 It definitely was.

𓇣 Thick cock slamming into you repeatedly as fast as he could. Water splashing everywhere. Your mouth stuffed with two of his fingers, while his other hand was busy rubbing your clit.

𓇣 “Want me to cum inside you baby? Give you a fucking baby?” You just nodded. And as a good boyfriend he complied, making you cum all over him while he came inside you.

SFW

𓇣 The softest boy. The best boy.

𓇣 This sweet man cooked you lunch. Took you for a walk in the park and in the middle of the afternoon took you to a drive in movie.

𓇣 Afterwards both of you went home. Choso cooked you dinner as well, your favorite.

𓇣 However this time the desert was on you. Without him knowing you had taken the time to bake him his favorite cake. When you showed it to him, he almost cried.

𓇣 Choso loves you so much. To him everyday is valentines day, that’s why he always does everything to please you.

NSFW (minor DNI)

𓇣 After dessert you decided to reward Choso for all his effort.

𓇣 You took him to the couch and set him down. Then got on your knees, took his cock out of his pants and began to suck him off.

𓇣 You loved Choso’s cock, just the right thickness and just the right size, with a dydoe piercing on it.

𓇣 He came down your throat.

𓇣 After he pulled you up and started to fuck you. You could feel his piercing inside you and it felt so good. Choso fucked you for hours and only stopped when you squirted all over his cock and he came inside you.

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[wri0thesley]

If you ever feel this urgent need to write for Choso would you like to write about him "accidentally" getting seduced by his s/o? I don't mean bending over to pick something up but him just growing flustered over really mundane things? Like licking batter off a whisk after putting the cake in the oven, "sneakily" burying their face in one of his shirts after it got washed and dried, straightening out his clothes for him after his brothers got him to roughhouse a little... Do you get what I mean?

nsfw below the cut / minors dni 

Before meeting you, Choso had spent a hundred and fifty years with nobody but his brothers for company - and even then, he hadn’t had to deal with anything so troublesome as a mostly-human body. So it’s no surprise that getting used to everything has been a bit of a learning curve, and one of the steepest learning curves he’s encountered so far is how he simply cannot take his eyes off of you.

♡- ♡- ♡

You’re so sweet to him. Your eyes wide, your mouth tilting into a smile, the sound of your laugh - he can’t help but want to spend every waking moment of every single day with you. He feels breathless by how soon and how quickly he’s fallen for you. There’s just something about you that he can’t deny; he can’t stop himself wanting to be near you, wanting to bask in some of your energy. He had once said he would live for his brothers, but now he feels like he lives every moment for you. The first time you kiss him, you pull back afterwards and heat rushes to your cheeks as you apologise to him, stammering out that you’d thought there was something and you didn’t mean to assume - and all Choso can do is blink his tired eyes at you, feeling more alive than he thought was possible. “There is,” he says, and he smiles and the smile seems to light up his face too, make the shadows beneath his eyes fade for just a moment. “Please kiss me again.”

He loves being near you. He loves watching you. He didn’t realise, though, until he started watching you, just what effect you seem to have on him. He knows about sex, of course - you can’t exist in this new modern world as an adult man without hearing talk about it - but he had originally pushed thoughts of it to one side, concentrating on other, more important things. He’d reasoned he wouldn’t need to think about need if there was nobody to want - but when he had said that to himself, he hadn’t realised he would encounter you.

It’s small things. A list of things that have bothered Choso, leaving him flustered and awkward, his cock hard in his pants though he doesn’t want to admit it:

♡ The time you had made him a cake. How you had beckoned him over to the oven and held out a wooden spoon, asking him to taste it. He had - it was sweet, sugary, buttery - and then you had pulled the spoon back and your own tongue had flicked out, cutting into the creamy mixture in the same place his had like an inadvertent kiss. The flick of your pink tongue, the way you had so casually shared it with him--

♡ The way you had pulled him to one side after he and Eso had an argument and had wiped a tear from his eye, your face pulled into concern. You’d reached up a moment afterwards and given one of his ponytails a gentle tug, making sure that it was secure and even with the other, and the look of concentration on your pretty face had made Choso’s heart beat an erratic rhythm against his ribcage. Do you know how beautiful you look when you’re thinking?

♡ The way you look as you unload the washing. The way you hold one of his shirts to your face and breathe in the scent before you drop it back into the washing basket to go and put it with his other clothes.

♡ The way you smile at both of his brothers - the soft voice when you trade jokes with them, the way you tip your head back and laugh and both of them laugh with you. The way you always remember them, no matter where you go or how long you’re gone for. How patient you are. How you look sat domestically around the table with them, a meal you’d lovingly prepared yourself on top of a neatly pressed tablecloth. 

♡ The way you suck on a popsicle on a hot summer’s day, your lips wrapped around it, stained bright from the cherry food colouring - how you see him and pull it out of your mouth, beckoning him over to say; “Taste this!” and sticking your own tongue out so you can see how the colour is staining the inside of your mouth too, your tongue bright like it’s full of rose petals or fresh blood. 

♡ The way your body moves when you stretch, the soft noise of pleasure that comes out of your mouth as you arch your back just so. It’s not merely the occasional glance of bare skin from your shirt riding up (though he can never take his eyes from the strip of the skin of your stomach that’s revealed, and cannot stop thoughts of how he wants to press his fingertips into it to see just how soft it is) - but the moan of getting out a persistent knot, the way your back flexes, the curvature of your arms as you hold them above your head. 

♡ You, messy and tousled in a morning in an over-sized shirt after you spent the night cuddled up next to him enjoying his warmth. The soft sighs you’d made in your sleep as you’d cuddled in closer - Choso had barely slept a wink, far too distracted by the raging hard-on in his own boxer shorts and how tantalisingly close he was to your bare thighs. It had driven him wild. Every time he’d closed his eyes, he’d thought about you--

♡ The nicknames you call him. He’s used to being called ‘big bro’, he’s used to being called ‘brother’, he’s used to being called by his name - but you drop in so many new ones to the mix. Darling, angel, love, cutie, baby-- every time you give him a new one, no matter how silly (cupcake, snugglebug, teddy bear, honeybun--), he feels his cheeks heat up and his heart stir. 

Sometimes these end up in him kissing you and carrying you up to the bedroom so he can kiss you more privately, make you aware of just what a problem you’ve created, fuck you softly and lovingly and shower you with kisses whilst he murmurs just how much he loves you into the softness of your skin. Sometimes he has to clench his fists and give you a smile, trying not to think about it for the rest of the day--

But he remembers them all, and he treasures every single one. He’s so happy to have found someone who he can find out something new about every single day, and love them even more. 

[makeyoumine69]

Yours to Claim

◥ PAIRING: Sub!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader; Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: To prove his trust in you, Patrick has decided to give you absolute control over him. Only to find out how needy he can be.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │porn with feelings, handcuffs, oral (both receiving), face sitting, anal fingering, body worship, cum eating/play, handjobs, masturbation, teasing, edging (kinda), vaginal sex, reversed cowgirl sex position, a lot of creampie, nipple play/tits sucking, Daddy kink, Praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, touch starved baby Patty himself.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 3.3k

◥ SONG REC: Trevor Something - Lovesong🥵

◥ A/N: This song is everything, it makes things to me, so I highly recommend you listen to this song while reading! Many thanks to my dear @tres-spades-hotel for proofreading! 🥰

Hope you like it! *hugs*

◥ LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

A sweet scent of aroma candle hit your nose once you entered Patrick’s bedroom, it was enveloping you like a mist, and you couldn’t help but exclaim:

“Can’t believe you are using them.” You kept looking at the candle on his bed table. “I thought you didn’t like my gift … you always don’t.”

Bateman only chuckled, strolling around his bedroom. Soon, you watched him stand near the window as he was definitely reflecting on something. Now, you were pretty sure that his weird behavior was not just your suspicion.

“I really love it, these candles seem to have a relaxing effect,” he smirked, in his casual arrogant way, so sexy and so Patrick. “Cupcake, I have something for you too.” 

After saying that, he quickly reached into his bed table and took out two pairs of black leather handcuffs. From seeing them, your heart almost stopped beating.

“W-what are you going to do with that?”

His mysterious laughing only made you even more nervous. “It’s not for you, silly. It’s for me.”

Frowning, you gave him a confused look, stepping backwards slightly.

“Do you remember our talk about trust and control?” Bateman muttered, coming closer with a cocky grin on his face.

“Yes, I do.”

“Good.” Still sneering, Patrick stood face to face with you, fumbling with the handcuffs in his hands. “You probably can’t trust me after all the things that happened.” He pressed a palm against your cheek, and you closed your eyes from the delightful feeling of the warmth his skin was radiating. “And it’s reasonable … but I trust you, because I believe you won’t do me any harm. Am I right, honey?”

You nearly purred from the pleasant sensation as he stroked your chin and you nuzzled against his gentle fingers. “Mmm, yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” Bateman mused before leaning down to leave a passionate kiss on your lips, impelling you to whimper against his mouth as his wet tongue was sliding against yours. “Never in my life have I allowed anyone to do this to me. I want you to know that … besides, you always wanted to have some control over me, huh?”

“Why do you think so?” Panting, you let him press you against his firm body and when he did so, you immediately felt how hard he was, so stony, damn it. “Maybe it’s one of your sneaky tricks?”

“Uh, Cupcake … sometimes you love to struggle, right? You love to be a brat.” 

You didn’t even notice being pressed against the doorway to his bedroom; his dark brown eyes were looking right through you, as if they were searching for your hidden, dirty desires. “Now, do you need my help to undress?”

With a cunning smirk, you glided a finger across his sharp cheekbone, crooning: “No, Daddy … if this time I’m in charge here, I want to watch you undressing first.”

Some kind of a muffled groan escaped Patrick’s lips, which were suddenly dry from a high level of arousal. “Mmm, you’re such a tricky little foxy. I like that.”

Breathing sharply, Bateman licked your lips and moved away to his bed as he started to undo his clothes. The way he was doing it was permeated with a pure arrogance and self-confidence, which was not surprising at all, because his body was just a piece of art.

Mesmerized, you watched him remove his suspenders, and unbutton his blue shirt, not breaking eye contact with you. You gasped, as your ravenous gaze was roaming all around his solid torso, his perfect relief was forcing your blood to rush faster in your veins.

“You like that?” He suddenly asked, slowly removing his pants. Obviously, he was expecting your praises.

“Yes, Patrick.” You bit your lower lip, your hands were clutching the thin fabric of your dress. “Can’t wait to touch you, Daddy …”

"Mmm," he growled, and oh God, he sounded so good, so hot. You almost started shaking when you heard him make that noise. When he was down to his Calvin Klein boxers, he sat on the edge of his bed and beckoned you over. "Maybe you can help me with this?" Bateman pointed at his underwear, cupping his groin and rubbing his rock hard dick. 

“Maybe,” you gasped and finally moved to his bed. “But first, let me put your suit somewhere safe, I don’t want to listen to your rants about spoiling your expensive clothes.”

Patrick froze in a shock, a pleasant shock, as he watched you take his suit and walk into his living room. He didn't say anything, so you just put his clothes on the back of his white couch, panting heavily and trying your best to calm down - your heart was beating so fast it was probably going to break your chest. You couldn't really believe it was happening … and the thing that frightened you the most was that the feeling of being in control of him turned you on so much. Closing your eyes for a moment, you admitted that helping him with his clothes was an excuse to run away from the bedroom to catch your breath.

"Baby?" His slightly annoyed voice brought you back to reality, so you quickly took off your dress, leaving only the sexy black lingerie he bought you a few days ago.

“I was busy undressing myself.” With a shaky voice, you leaned against the doorway, admiring the view of his muscular body. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”

“Yes, dear.” He tapped the place next to him. “I’m yours to claim.”

Was he actually bluffing to cloud your mind? You couldn’t think about it anyway, as you stepped in his direction, spellbound.

With a slight push, you forced him to lay flat on his back before you got on top of him, petting his tiddies here and there, making his breath heavier. Nervously, you grabbed the handcuffs and insisted:

"Put your hands up, Patty.” You watched him obey and in response you moved your hips, grinding against the arching bulge in his boxers, coaxing a low gasp to fall from his kissable lips. “Mmm-D-Daddy, you’re so needy, I can feel it…”

“Yes, Cupcake.” He tensed under your touch when you cuffed his hands above his head – he certainly didn’t feel comfortable not being in control, because it was making him so vulnerable. But Bateman tried his best to hide it. “You think that’s tight enough?”

“I’m sure.” You cupped his beautiful face and teased him as you drew near to his lips in order to kiss him. At the very last second, you broke away, not giving him a chance. “Keep your legs together.”

Though the handcuffs looked durable you doubted that they would stop him if he got really savage, according to how strong he was. When you finished cuffing him, you looked into his eyes, watching his lips tick – he definitely wanted to say something, something mocking or triggering, but he didn’t. 

“Look at you, Daddy.” You slid your palms against his bare chest down to his abs, and then you finally touched his engorged cock, massaging it ever so lightly. “So exposed and cute … mmm–you want me to remove them, right?”

“Ahrgh-yeah.” 

It seemed like he was about to crest his high at any second, as you felt his dick twitching in your grasp and you couldn't stop yourself from bowing down to his groin to suck his long shaft through the expensive fabric of his boxers. 

“C’mon, pull them down already.”

“Not so fast, Patrick.” You smiled at him, giving his cock a long lick and when you heard him moaning louder, you decided to spare his torments, slowly dragging down his underwear to free his fully erected dick. “Gosh, it’s so big … mmm.” there was no way to resist as you got down and took his leaking tip inside your mouth, swallowing his sweet pre-cum with the whimper of pleasure.

“F-fuck.” He started to fidget around his perfect white sheets whilst his cheeks became notably flushed. “C-Cupcake…”

“You taste so delicious, Daddy…” you mewled before cupping his ass to shove his cock deep inside your throat, that set him completely on fire, his balls tensed intensively so you had to stop your ravenous attack. You didn’t want him to cum yet. “Mmhm-does it feel good?”

Huffing, he nuzzled against the pillows to brush away his already sweated locks. “Too good, baby… go on.”

“Uh, uh,” you refused and teased him again, rubbing against his glistening dick, making your lingerie so wet with the mix of liquids and spreading it along his pubis. “You have no say in that, Daddy …” You continued to roll your hips against his manhood, not pushing too hard, and bent down to his face to help him with his messy hair. As you did so, Patrick tried to reach your lips to plant a kiss on them, but you pulled away and pressed a finger to his mouth, which he obediently took in, sucking it and tasting himself.

Shit, this was turning you on so much, you didn't even realize you were about to fall over the edge, just watching him desperately suckle your finger with his eyes closed and his brows knit together from tension.

"Ahh, you look beautiful when you're so needy," you mused from above as you took your finger out and removed your bra. When you pulled down your panties, Bateman couldn't take his eyes off your dripping pussy as his mouth began to water uncontrollably.

"Let me taste you," he huffed, watching you touch yourself with light strokes. "I'm going to make you feel so good, b-baby." His voice wavered with a carnal urge to touch you, he wanted to tear you apart right here, but now he could only submit, it was his idea after all. "Cupcake, please ... sit on my face."

"Mmm, Daddy, you want this?" You raised yourself up a little to give him a better view of your blushing cunt as you spread your legs wider and rubbed your clit to taunt him even more. "Maybe you just want to watch me touch myself? You always love that ..."

"Jesus." Patrick slumped his head down on the pillow as he couldn't just look at you anymore, his stony cock jerking constantly, especially when you 'accidentally' brushed against it. "Baby, I'm so f-f-fucking close ..."

“I k-know, Daddy.”

“Mmm-hmm, please!”

"Please what?" you repeated, shaking with the impending rapture as you continued to stroke your sensitive little nub, slipping along his thick shaft and watching him writhe beneath you. "Do you want me to make you cum or ... do you w-want to have a taste of me?"

Bateman let out a guttural sound from the friction of your soaked pussy sliding against his beefy shaft. "I ... I want both ..."

"Choose one, Daddy ... and ask me nicely." You gave him the illusion of a choice, but in your mind you already had a plan for what you were going to do next.

"I ... I beg you, mm-ahhg, holy fuck!" He almost screamed as you sat backwards so he could now see your tight hot pussy right in front of his eyes as you sucked his throbbing cock really vigorously and played with his heavy sac. 

Almost choking, Patrick tried to get closer to your cunt to at least lick your folds, but as soon as you felt his hot breath, you distanced from him, setting the pace of your bobbing and stroking his full length with both hands, while your juices were almost dropping down on his face.

That was too much, even for a man like him.

“F-fuck…aahh-fuck, (Y/N)!” Bateman was moaning shamelessly, withering around his big bed as if he was lying on burning coals.

“Mmhm,” you wailed around his fat girth, making obscene wet sounds each time his cock was slipping inside your mouth but once you felt him shaking, you quickly pulled his dick out and knelt beside him, letting him cum all over his perfect stomach. “Yes, Daddy … mm-gimme your cum.” You spurred him to tremble even more as you pushed two fingers into his tight asshole, massaging his prostate and prolonging his vivid orgasm.

“S-shit …” He hissed, still quivering and loading his hot seed to the last drop.

“Good boy,” you whispered and caressed his face, leaning down to smear his cum around his brawny torso, licking it off from your digits and closing your eyes in delight. “Gosh … It’s so tasty.”

With that said, you grinded against his pubis once more to get covered with his warm fluid before you lifted yourself up a bit and towered over his extremely blushing face. Patrick was breathing so hard that you even started to worry, but when he opened his hazel eyes and saw your pretty little pussy, he gave you a look full of desperation and need that left you almost speechless. 

Arching your back, you lowered yourself a little and let his extremely wet tongue brush against your very sensitive clit - you moaned immediately, almost falling on his face, but you managed to balance yourself, controlling the distance between your pussy and his greedy mouth.

“Cupcake,” Bateman murmured and made a few little kitten licks along your folds. “Fuck, I will make you cum so hard, you will drown my face in your sweet flavor … if you let me.”

Damn, he was always saying the right words, which were driving you crazy. Moaning, you slowly straddled his gorgeous face and as soon your hips hugged his head, Patrick latched to your cunt like a starving man as he was literally devouring you like his life was dependent on it.

“Aa-aww, Patrick, mmm-I’m about to cum, aahh!” You squeaked, clinging to the ledge in the wall over his bed. “Yes, yes … eat my pussy like a good D-daddy you are, aah …”

These candles didn’t just have a soothing effect, but an aphrodisiac one as well; you couldn’t control your body as your mind was completely dazed. The only thing that was important right now – his heated tongue fucking you from below.

Your climax washed over you like a fucking tsunami, forcing your toes to curl almost painfully as your whole body rocked erratically, but it only caused him to slurp at your cunt even more eagerly, Patrick was shaking his head to rub his nose against your pulsating, swollen tip.

"Mmm-mhh, Pat-" You froze in a silent shriek, squeezing his head between your legs and rubbing against his face to prolong your fierce orgasm, fearing you might even break his nose if your humping became too intense.

But Bateman only moaned against your lower lips, drinking in all of your delicious wetness, clinging to your pussy so tightly you thought he wouldn't ever let you go.

Nearly sobbing, you got up from his abused face, leaving him completely breathless but satisfied, as Patrick couldn't stop smiling smugly, looking at you from under his eyelashes … God, his completely dazed look nearly made you cum again.

Sudden exhaustion hit you hard, but you wanted to continue this spicy game as you didn't know when you would have another chance to control this delicious man.

“Uh, Jesus …” Bateman muffled, fidgeting beneath you from uncomfortableness. “I think I can do it forever, your luscious pussy tastes so amazing.”

You just grinned in response, bending down to his face and pressing him against your boobs, rubbing them against him.  Almost immediately Patrick started to wiggle his head, trying to catch one of your taut nipples, but you didn't let him as you watched him stretch his neck as far as it would go.

“My pussy was not enough? Such a starved, needy boy.”

“I’ll never get enough of you, baby.” He licked his lips briefly, his eyes were fixated on your hard peaks, and his chin was so fucking sleek, it was literally glistering like it was oiled. “Never …”

"Oh, is that so?" You let him take one of your nipples and he moaned in pleasure, sucking it like a baby, causing your throat to tighten with a loud whimper.

“Mmm, yes …” He was literally wild, consuming your hot flesh with a squelching sound and making your legs shake again. Panting, you turn around to wrap your hand around his already hard cock, and it seemed like he hadn't cum at all.

"You want me to fuck you, Daddy? So you can cream my little hole?" You provoked him by pulling away from his face.

Tightening his hands, Patrick pulled desperately at the handcuffs, but he was already too tired to wrestle, so he just pushed his hips up against yours, making his answer pretty clear. "Do whatever you want with me, Cupcake."

His voice was all that mattered to you at that moment as you suddenly pressed your lips to his, feeling the cocktail of different liquids on them and kissing him harder than you had planned, but he answered with no less effort. And then you stuck out your tongue, and without a word, Bateman took it into his mouth and sucked it obediently.

"You're such a good Daddy, so good." You stroked his cheek before turning around and bending over so he could see your pretty butt and pussy. "You always take good care of me ... and now I'm going to take care of you."

Grinning, you looked at him from behind, his thick dick buried in your overstimulated womb. Fuck, his was so big, every time you had sex you had to adjust to its size, but today you couldn't wait to embrace the feeling of being so full. So you took him as far as you could, spreading your legs to give him a proper look at how your feverish pussy struggled to encircle his beefy girth.

“Aaah, Daddy … mmm, it feels so good!”

“Mmm, fuck … oh shit, babe, your pussy clenching around me so tightly, aah-fuck,” Patrick moaned even louder than you, watching his dick slipping in and out of your moist cunt with wet shameless sounds as you were bounsing on his hips, with your back to his face. 

The friction was too intense. You doubted you could last long, even without stimulating your clit, just hearing his loud whimpers was enough to make your next orgasm settle in your womb. Mewling, you had to bend over and hold on to his ankles for support as you rode him really hard, almost rough, not to mention his thrusting firm hips that he couldn't use at full power since he was cuffed, but he couldn't just lie still.

"Ahh, Pat-Patrick ... I love the sounds you are making! Moan louder!" you blurted out, feeling yourself almost numb and fucking him deeper; you could feel every vein on his huge cock twitching in ecstasy.

"(Y/N), you will be ... the fucking death of me, oh GOD." He wanted to slap your ass, he wanted to squeeze your fucking neck and make you choke, but instead he was watching you bob up and down on his creamy cock. "Mmmhm-fuck, yes ... encase my dick with your pussy, fuck yes ..."

Those were the last words you heard as you pressed against the spot between his spread legs, shaking so badly you couldn't even utter a sound, your saliva running down your chin as your inner walls continued to spasm. With all the strength you had left, you continued to impale yourself on his cock, and the next second you felt him pumping you with his hot cum, making you so fucking full that it even poured out of your pussy and floated down his dick and his used balls.

A white veil soon covered your vision and you couldn't even remember if you had released Patrick or not, along with the things that happened next, as a feeling of total insanity took all your thoughts away. It consumed you like a tornado, leaving nothing but the nasty sounds of your bodies slapping against each other and your pitiful high-pitched cries as you seemed to accept your fate and let the beast tear you apart.

There could be no mercy, when it came to Patrick Bateman.