#I miss my husband tails. I miss them a lot.

[skateironicallycantskate]

I LOVE MY HUSBANDDDDDD

[te4k3ttle]

Is this loss

[cryogenicanon]

i swear my old minecraft animations were better than the mc movie trailer.. but thats more on how bad the mc movie trailer is.. 😔

[bigshot-circa-1997]

The late night yearning, ooohh nooo, dies

[hurlingdown]

          ★         FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN!          — KINKTOBER ‘24!

# finally got around to making a kinktober masterlist. this year, most of the ideas i'll be doing revolve around monsterfucking - e.g. hybrids, werewolves etc, so if you're not into that, please kindly block my kinktober tag. top!reader only. mdni, thanks! <3

WEEK ONE. fuck you like an animal — ft. werewolf! reader, human! nanami.

synopsis. your husband kento has always secretly prided himself on being the one to tame you. but what happens when you, a fully grown werewolf, gets exposed to the full moon while curse hunting together in an abandoned building? spoilers: you chase, he runs. tags. monsterfucking (werewolves) + rimming, knotting, overstimulation, creampie, male squirting, dry orgasm, multiple orgasms.

WEEK TWO. backyard bunny — ft. human! reader, bunny hybrid! zoro.

synopsis. it's just your jinxed luck on halloween night to come home to a shattered window and a completely downturned house. well, guess what: surprise, motherfucker. the culprit is a hot guy in your bed with bunny ears and a cute tail, and now it's up to you to fuck him through his heat. tags. marathon sex + ftm! zoro, pwp, prone bone, mating press, cowgirl, you get it. there's a lot. lactation, cockwarming, cunnilingus, squirting, creampie(s).

WEEK THREE. beast feast — ft. beast! reader, human-form! sukuna.

synopsis. in another life, they only knew you as his guard dog. in this one, he's yours to own. or, alternatively: sukuna misses his mate so much that it begins to physically affect his vessel's body. they set off on a little mission in search of you, only to find themselves walking riiight into your waiting jaws. tags. oviposition (eggs) + monsterfucking, size difference, cum inflation, belly bulge, breeding kink, knotting, sukuna's asshole leaks slick, soft & needy sukuna.

thirst. gunplay w/ toji: you’re a notorious mafia boss, and he’s a sharp-witted spy sent out to honey trap you. what comes next?

WEEK FOUR. a small secret just to stay suave and mysterious.

disclaimer. please comment / send me an ask if you wish to be tagged! also, due to work overload, i might not be able to finish all of these before october ends, but rest assured that i'll continue them in november and so on. enjoy!

[harrysfolklore]

baby fever - husband!charles blurb

gif credits to @blueballsracing <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

If there was something you never got tired of no matter how many years passed was joining Charles for race weekends.

And ever since you became husband and wife a year ago, being by his side during races and practices felt even more exciting and special.

This weekend was no different, you were joining him for the Emilia Romagna GP and this time you were bringing the newest addition to your little family: your dog Leo.

"Do you have Leo's pass?" Charles asked as you sat on the back of the car that was driving you to the circuit.

"Yes, I have it," you said, scratching behind Leo's ears, "Do you hace your pass though? I didn't see you grabbing it before we left."

Charles eyes widened at your words, "Shit!", he exclaimed, patting his jeans pockets in search of his pass, "I think I forgot it back there."

"Of course you did," you rolled your eyes and shook your head, "You're such a teenager sometimes, always forgetting everything."

"Give me a break, woman. I've got a lot on my mind," Charles retorted playfully, leaning over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let's just hope they'll let me in without it."

"I don't think they will," you laughed, feeling the car start to slow as it approached the entrance to the paddock. "It's not like you're Charles Leclerc driver for Scuderia Ferrari or something."

Charles threw his head back in laughter, kissing you cheek again and scratching Leo's little head.

The driver pulled up to the security checkpoint, and as predicted, the guards immediately asked for Charles’s credentials. Charles gave them a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his head. "I might have left it back at home," he confessed.

"Mr. Leclerc," the guard began, trying to keep a straight face. "This is the third time this season."

"Does it help that the dog has his pass?" you chuckled, holding up both your pass and Leo's as if to compensate.

"Alright, alright," the guard burst into laughter, shaking his head. "But next time, no excuses. We’ll let you through this time. Right Mrs. Leclerc?"

You smiled widely at the guard calling you by your new middle name, "I'll make sure he doesn't forget it!"

"Thank you!" Charles said, relieved, as the car was waved through. He reached over to scratch Leo's head. "Looks like you're the star of the show today, buddy."

Leo barked happily, tail wagging as you all stepped out of the car. The familiar buzz of the paddock enveloped you, the hum of engines, the chatter of the teams, and the clicking of cameras.

As Charles go through the gates, you and Leo following close behind, a camera from Ferrari's social media team approached him and asked how was he feeling about the start of Race Weekend.

"Started the morning without my pass," he said as he kept walking, Luckily they let me through and my wife had our dog's pass," you laughed quietly from behind him, "So today I can get to work and tomorrow we drive, so it's all good. But I almost missed out on race weekend for a pass."

The camera team chuckled at Charles’s confession, "Well, it’s good to know Mrs. Leclerc and Leo are on top of things," one of the team members remarked, directing the camera toward you and Leo.

"Always ready to save the day!" you gave a playful salute to the camera.

You and Charles made it to the Ferrari area, where his team would tell him what activities he had to do before getting in the track, as you walked hand in hand, you noticed that a couple of Tifosi were hanging around, and a little boy who's eyes lit up as Charles walked by caught your attention.boy,

"Baby, look," you called for Charles, pointing at the little boy, "Why don't you go say hi."

Charles followed your gaze and noticed the little boy standing shyly among the crowd of Tifosi, clutching a miniature Ferrari car in his hands. His eyes were wide with excitement as he looked up at Charles.

Charles smiled warmly and made his way over to the boy, crouching down to be at his level. "Ciao, piccolo amico," he greeted, extending his hand. "What's your name?"

The boy told Charles his name, and as you stood back watching the interaction, you couldn't help but think how good he was his kids.

Even before you got married, you and Charles had talked about wanting a family together, but you agreed that would needed to wait until the time was right.

However, every time you saw him interact with little kids you couldn't help but feel what people called "baby fever" take over your body.

The little boy handed Charles his little Ferrari toy for him to sign, "Now it's even faster!" Charles said as he handed it back to him, "Would you like to meet my wife and our dog, Leo?"

"Yes, please!" the boy's ever grew even wider.

Charles beckoned you over, and you walked up with Leo trotting happily beside you. "Hii, this is Leo. Do you want to pet him?"you said warmly

The boy hesitated for a moment, then reached out tentatively. Leo, always friendly, wagged his tail and leaned into the boy's hand.

"He's so soft," he said, beaming up at you. "And he's got his own pass!"

"Yes, he does," you laughed, "He's a very special member of the team."

After taking a few pictures with Charles, the boy went back with his parents with a happy smile on his face.

"You're really good with kids, did you know that?" you said to Charles, feeling his arm wrap around your waist and pull you to him.

"I love being around kids," he caressed your cheek softly, "Little fans always make my day."

"You'll be such an amazing dad someday," you let out before you could even stop yourself, watching Charles' smile grow bigger at your words.

"Am I sensing some baby fever?" Charles teased, making you cover your face in embarrassment.

"It's not baby fever!" you protested and Charles gave you a raised eyebrow, "It's not!"

"Sure, sure," Charles chuckled, pulling you closer and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Leclerc."

"Don't tease me, it's true," he raised an eyebrow at you again, "Okay, maybe I'm getting a bit of baby fever, but we agreed to wait until the time is right and that's fine."

"I know, I know," he pulled you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head, "But honestly, I can't wait to have our own little ones to bring to the races. You'd be an amazing mom and Leo would be a big brother."

You threw your head back in laughter, pecking his lips softly, "That sounds like the dream."

"It does," he kissed your lips again, "Now, I have to get to work to make my wife and kid proud."

"Go do that, Leo will be cheering you on."

[lqveharrington]

Lucky King? | L.M.

summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader

includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.

Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.

An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.

He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.

“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.

“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“

“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.

Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”

You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”

“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.

“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.

“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”

Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“

“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”

“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.

You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”

“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”

“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”

He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”

“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”

“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”

“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”

Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”

You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.

The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.

“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.

You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”

“Mom—“

You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.

“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”

You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.

“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“

“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.

He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”

“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“

“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”

You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.

The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.

Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.

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[dark-moonlust]

Quickie With your Naga

Pairing: doctor naga x f!reader Summary: you visit your doctor husband at his office but you both get so horny and you have a quickie fuck. Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, two 🍆, p in v sex, breasts and clit stimulation, lots of 💦.

It was noon and you walked the silent hallways of the clinic, heading to your husband’s office. Your naga husband was a doctor at a prestigious clinic. He’d been working nonstop lately and you’d missed him. So when he’d texted you that there had been a lull in his hectic schedule, you’d been ecstatic. You wanted to see him, touch him, even for a few minutes.

You smiled and stopped in front of the door to Dr. Gareth’s office, your heart pounding. A gentle knock and you entered. The office was dimly lit, the blinds drawn, casting shadows across the small room. Gareth looked up from his desk, his green eyes lighting up upon seeing you. You barely had time to respond before he reached you, pulling you for a hug and pressing you against the door.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” he murmured as he claimed your lips, kissing you with all the love and longing in him.

You responded eagerly, hugging him tightly and kissing him back. His long, serpentine tail coiled around your legs, then travelled up to secure the lock at the door. You moaned against his mouth, surely he wasn’t going to fuck you here. Yet, he surely was because his hands, deft and skilled, tugged at your clothes, not bothering to remove them completely.

You tried to speak but he devoured your mouth, fingers tugging at the neckline of your shirt and dragging down your bra to cup your heavy breasts and push them into his hungry mouth. You bit your lips as he suckled one nipple then the other, while pulling up your skirt and yanking your panties to the side.

“You’re always so ready for me,” he growled when his fingers found your wetness.

You heard him unfasten his clothes, the heat of his cocks pressing against your inner thigh.

Your pussy fluttered.

Groaning softly, your hands clutched at his shoulders. “Are you sure—”

“Couldn’t be more sure, my love. I crave you,” he drawled, leaving quiet kisses along your neck and collarbone.

“I need you, too,” you whimpered and arched into him, your belly pooling with arousal.

He didn’t waste any time.

Slipping his hands to cup your ass, he lifted you and pushed you down into the nearest couch. His big frame covered you, his tail wrapping around your tits and squeezing them delightfully. He splayed your legs wide, rubbing his rigid cocks along your soaked cunt. Biting back a groan, you cupped his shafts, they were equally long and hard, so ready for you, the tips slick with precum.

“Put me inside your pretty cunt,” he moaned, licking around one nipple while pinching the other between thumb and forefinger.

You did so, guiding the heads at your entrance and closing your eyes as every blessed inch of him filled you completely. Usually he fucked both your holes, but your mating was frantic, your ass unprepared. Your thoughts faded as he went deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, the cockheads kissing your cervix. You moaned lewdly but he instantly silenced you with a wet sloppy kiss.

“Quiet, my love,” he murmured, his mouth nibbling at your lower lip. “We can’t let anyone hear us.”

“Hmm… sorry.” You didn’t trust yourself to say more.

Never stopping kissing you, Gareth started thrusting, pounding into you desperately. His tail freed your tits so he could watch them bouncing up and down, guiding the tip between your bodies to rub at your clit. You clung to him in agony, your nails digging into his back, wrinkling the fabric of his coat.

It was so hard to stay quiet.

His cocks were thick, stretching you wide. They anchored inside you while his tail sweetly tormented your clit, building up your pleasure.

Your orgasm was ripped from you almost violently and you bit your lips to keep from screaming out. It was too good, too much and yet not enough. You clutched him for dear life, your body hot, toes clenching in your shoes. He growled in your ear, his hands gripping your hips and fucking you through your orgasm, his scales brushing against your sensitive skin.

“Again,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Cum for me again.”

“C…ahn—can’t—” You thrashed from beneath him, overstimulated and driven wild by his frantic thrusts.

“You can, sweetheart,” he cooed and kissed you, slamming inside you again and again, your juices squelching in the quiet of the room.

Kisses were peppered on your face, his cocks sliding in and you of your drenched cunt frothing with your juices. The tip of his tail reached at where you were joined, opening your outer labia so he could pound as deep as possible inside you. Your breath was ripped from you, the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly, and you knew that once again you were close to shattering.

When your orgasm ignited and your cunt started convulsing around him, he claimed your lips, his tongue pushing into your mouth. He swallowed down your moans of bliss and followed almost immediately, burying himself to the hilt and spurting load after load of his seed. You trembled with little ripples, but he held you captive to his embrace, the warmth of his release filling you up.

Once he finally stopped cumming, he pulled out of you with a wet squelch, his cum overflowing your pussy. Smiling smugly at the sight, he tugged your panties back into place, the fabric instantly soaking with wetness. With one last kiss over your now rosy tits, he straightened your clothes and combed your hair with his fingers.

“There,” he said, his voice a sultry drawl. “My wife is ready. Well-fucked and achingly pretty.”

“Baby, I need to wash—”

“No, baby. I want you to feel me,” he said, his finger rubbing over your drenched panties. “Want your pussy to trickle with my cum as you leave my office.”

“Horny naga,” you teased, slapping his chest lightly.

He smiled mischievously as he helped you stand up. “When I come back home tonight, I want you naked and ready for me.”

You nodded, already feeling a delicious ache between your legs. “I’ll be waiting for you, husband.”

With a final kiss on his lips, you left his office, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of your frantic fucking.

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[roosterforme]

Aim for the Sky Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Deployments feel longer when you're alone and pregnant. You know Bradley wants to be home for all of the milestones, but you also know he trusts you to take care of yourself. That trust goes both ways when it feels like ages since you've heard from him.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, pregnancy

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You hadn't spoken to your husband in more than three weeks. Not once since he left on a deployment of undetermined length. When you were on base, tucked away in your office or working on a project in the lab, it wasn't so bad. You could almost get lost in the idea of heading home to start dinner and find him working on a project. You could nearly pretend he'd be ready to wrap you up in his arms and ask about your day. But you knew better than to drift all the way into that daydream, because he wasn't there, and you didn't know when he would be back.

At least Tramp greeted you with excitement when you walked in each day, but you suspected that was partially because he knew you were about to feed him. Your friends kept you busy on the weekends, and Jake stopped by the Craftsman on occasion with Jeremiah when Cat needed a break. Today, he even made a comment about the multitude of pallets lined up on your driveway that prevented you from pulling all the way up to where you usually parked.

"When Rooster gets back, I'll give him a hand building that jungle gym," Jake drawled as you handed a cracker to Jeremiah. "We'll have it finished in a weekend, and then Jer can test it out."

You watched Jake kiss Cat's son on the cheek as you said, "He can teach the Nugget all about the slide and the swings when the time comes." Your belly felt a little tender as you ran your hand over your shirt, loving the feel of the bump beneath your fingers. You were nineteen weeks along, and when Bradley left, you'd still looked just bloated. Now you were starting to get round in all the places that made you excited for what was to come. And after so many weeks of non stop nausea and vomiting, you were happy you could finally eat.

Jake snorted. "You've taken to calling the baby a Nugget, too? Thought that was just your husband."

You rolled your eyes and flicked his arm. "Maybe I miss him, okay? Like a lot." Your voice shook even though you were trying for a teasing tone, and Jake's features softened. You quickly asked, "Are you two staying for dinner?"

Jeremiah was such a sweet toddler, and you were so lonely today, you were hoping Jake would say yes. But he kissed you on the cheek before he said, "Not tonight. I told Cat we'd be home by six."

You just nodded, once again afraid your voice might shake. You'd be fine; it wasn't like you needed someone with you all the time. It wasn't like you couldn't get through the night. 

Once they were gone, you made yourself some dinner and ate it while you stood at the kitchen counter. Occasionally you dropped some bites for Tramp who snapped them up out of the air before anything ever hit the ground. 

"Don't tell your dad that this is the reason you beg at the table," you muttered as he sat next to your foot and wagged his tail wildly. Even the veterinarian didn't know exactly how old he was, but he still seemed like a puppy sometimes. You could already picture him and the baby playing together.

Your gaze caught on the newest set of ultrasound photos which you had stacked up at the end of the kitchen counter. The appointment with Dr. Morris made you cry afterwards, because Bradley wasn't there to gush over the baby. You drove his Bronco that day, and you sat quietly trying to compose yourself while enveloped in his smell. He had some older ultrasound images tucked in the sun visor, and you wanted him to see the new ones so badly, you ached.

"I'm going to get ready for bed," you groaned at Tramp even though it was still early. You took a bath with the floating thermometer Bradley bought for you to use while pregnant. You drank a can of ginger ale instead of your preferred pink champagne, and you listened to one of the playlists he made for you. 

When you were climbing in bed, you took the note he left you from your nightstand. It was folded into a paper airplane that looked exactly like his tattoo. He'd even written Baby Girl on it like always. Very carefully, you unfolded it and read the short message that you already had memorized, because it just meant something more in his handwriting.

I love both of you so much, sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming. Nothing could be this good. There's no way I get to return home to everything I ever wanted. I don't know when I'll be back, so I need you to take care of yourself and the Nugget until I can take over my duties again. I won't be gone a minute longer than I need to be.

You shut your light off before your tears could fall, and Tramp snuggled in next to you. When you thought about Bradley, you pictured him in his bunk. Maybe he was alone. Maybe he was with Reuben. Maybe he was rooming with a different officer. But it didn't matter, because you could easily imagine him practically spilling out of the narrow bed, one knee bent with the pink and blue notebook propped up while he wrote to the baby.

When your phone started ringing in the pitch darkness, you jumped, practically falling out of bed as you reached for your lamp and phone at the same time. It was a FaceTime call. It said restricted caller. You screeched his name, far too loud for your voice which has been resting just seconds ago. You shoved your glasses into place so you could see him, and shouted, "Bradley! Roo! Are you okay?"

"Hey, Baby Girl," he crooned, and his smiling face came into focus. You practically dropped your phone as he said, "I'm fine. Sorry it's so late."

You felt giddy laughter bubbling up inside you; the idea of your husband apologizing for calling and making your whole week was absurd. "No, no, no, this is perfect," you insisted. "This is great.

Bradley laughed and said, "I miss you so fucking much. Wish I was in bed right there with you."

"Me too," you replied. "It got chilly here tonight, and Tramp isn't as snuggly as you are." You missed his warmth and voice so much. It was almost Halloween, and the nights felt way too long. 

His voice was just a whisper as he said, "Tell me about the Nugget."

Your smile felt overpowering. "Dr. Morris said the Nugget looked great when I was there two weeks ago."

"Two weeks ago," he groaned, rubbing his hands along his face. "Sweetheart... I already missed so much." When he looked at the screen again, you were out of bed and on the move. "Where are you going?"

You flipped on the hallway light and said, "To get the ultrasounds to show you. I left them on the kitchen counter."

You propped up your phone and held up one of the photos so he could see the baby. "There's my Nugget," he said, voice thick with emotion as you held up a second image. "Fucking cutest baby I've ever seen."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling better than you had in weeks. "I liked this one the best. I think it looks like the baby is waving hello."

"Shit," he gasped. "You're right. I can't wait to wallpaper our bedroom with copies of these."

You pulled the ultrasound away and gasped, "You're probably not even joking."

"I'm definitely not even joking."

You leaned on the counter and got a little closer to your phone as you whispered, "Another week or so, and I can go in for an anatomy scan."

Now you felt guilty as he nodded with his lips pressed together. "You get to find out if the Nugget is a boy or a girl."

Tears stung your eyes. You could already imagine him holding the baby in his arms, loving him or her no matter what. "Yeah," you said with a nod. "But I don't really want to do that without you there too."

It took him a moment to respond. "I wish I could get home in time to hold your hand and find out in person. But you know I don't care one way or the other. The only nice thing is that we can start narrowing down baby names soon. I actually wrote down a few that I kind of like in the Nugget notebook earlier."

Your heart swelled. "I can't wait to read all of your notebook entries. And if you're not home for my next appointment, I'll be practically vibrating with anticipation until I get to tell you if it's a boy Nugget or a girl Nugget."

You wanted to show him how your belly looked more curvy now, but when you and he both parted your lips to speak, you heard someone shouting in the same room as him on the aircraft carrier. Now your husband wasn't looking at you at all. 

"Bradshaw! It's time. Get into your flight suit."

"Yes, Sir," Bradley said before glancing back down.

"You have to go," you sobbed, unaware that you were actually crying until you heard yourself. 

"I do," he said quickly. "Right now. Listen, I love you. More than anything. You and the baby both, okay? I love you."

"I love you, too," you sobbed as your lips trembled. "So much."

"I'll be home soon," he told you earnestly. "I love you."

Then you were standing alone in your kitchen at 4:48 in the morning with tears streaming down your face. The abrupt end to the call set your nerves on edge just seconds after you had been feeling so good. You gripped the edge of your kitchen counter; that wasn't a regular call to order, that was the start of his mission you just witnessed.

There was no chance of you falling asleep again, so you let yourself cry while Tramp put his head down on your bare foot and licked your ankle. 

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Halloween came, and you could barely manage to give out candy to the neighborhood kids. You'd had Bradley with you for the previous two Halloween nights in a row, and this year you didn't even want to buy a costume without him. You were exactly twenty weeks along, approximately halfway through your pregnancy, but it was hard to be excited even as groups of kids ran up and down the sidewalk. 

You sat on your porch and dropped goodie bags into pillowcases and plastic pumpkins while Tramp barked inside the house. You commented on all of the cute costumes. You cried a little bit. Your emotions were all over the place as you tried to imagine what it might be like going out to collect candy a year from now with your baby in a tiny costume. 

When the trick-or-treating ended, you went inside and opened a miniature sized Hershey bar for yourself, and then you almost screamed. The chocolate fell to the floor as you reached for your belly. Tramp looked between you and the fallen treat as you sank down onto your knees.

"Oh my God," you gasped, eyes squeezed shut tight. You could feel the baby moving. It was kind of a wild fluttering sensation. You rubbed your palm against your shirt a little more, and the slight movement felt like a response. Your baby was right there. "Hi, little Nugget." Then you felt something like a soft thump.

You wished more than anything that Bradley was here to witness it. He was going to absolutely freak out when he got home. Then the intrusive thoughts arrived. If he got home. It had been another week and a half since that FaceTime call where he got cut off by a commanding officer. If his mission was completed, he should have called you back by now. But at least you didn't have a fleet admiral dialing your number. 

You didn't move for a long time, not until the baby seemed to get into a cozy position where the movement slowed down and then stopped. When Tramp started sniffing around the candy bar, you crawled over to it and picked it up before he could get any ideas.

Time was simultaneously at a standstill and also moving too fast. In four weeks, it would be Thanksgiving and your first wedding anniversary. You'd been holding off making plans with your parents, because you didn't know what to do. You were already overdue for your anatomy scan, dodging phone calls from Dr. Morris's office when they told you that you absolutely needed to come in for your checkup. They were starting to leave you lengthy messages about how they needed to complete the full scan to be sure there were no underlying issues. 

As you walked to your bedroom, you promised yourself you'd call tomorrow and schedule an appointment. Bradley would miss finding out if the Nugget was a boy or girl, but at least you'd get to see all ten fingers and all ten toes for the first time. You could reveal the news to Bradley when you got to talk to him. You would go to your appointment, because he trusted you to take care of yourself and the baby the best that you could.

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The cafeteria was packed when you walked in with your uniform shirt untucked and your pants unbuttoned. You finally caved and ordered a maternity uniform last week, and Bickel let you cry in his office about how ugly it was before he sent you back to the lab. It should be arriving any day, but for now, you were making do. 

When Nat saw you, she was on her feet heading your way immediately. "Your belly looks bigger!" she gasped, pulling you toward the table where she was sitting with Bob and Maria. "When's Rooster coming home?"

You shrugged miserably. "You think I know? I just work here."

Her laughter made you smile for the first time all day. Your nausea was back a little bit, and you were too afraid to even try to eat anything until you got home later tonight. When Nat scooted her tray closer to the edge of the table to make room for you, she asked, "Where's your lunch?"

You didn't want to lie, but you really didn't want them to pressure you to eat right now. "I think I'll just take something back upstairs with me." As you slid onto the empty spot on the bench, you asked, "Do you know if anyone has heard from Payback?"

You were met with shaking heads which didn't help your mood at all. What the hell was going on with this mission? Your tongue felt too thick, and your saliva practically made you gag as Bob said, "I thought they would have been home by now. Five weeks is a long time for a special mission."

Maria elbowed him in the side, but it's not like he was saying anything you weren't already thinking. This sickening feeling had been inside you for days where you were convinced something went wrong. You just couldn't fathom why you hadn't received a call yet.

"I know," you muttered. "It's okay." But you weren't actually sure if it was or not. It has been months since you had a panic attack where you had to spend a few hours with Dr. Genevieve, but you could feel it building up now. Worrying about Bradley and yourself and the baby all at the same time was mentally and emotionally exhausting.

You pretended to pick up a sandwich before heading toward the elevators in the lobby, and you stopped to throw up in the bathroom before you made it back to your office. Your anatomy scan was scheduled for Friday, almost three weeks after they originally wanted you to come in. If you were still feeling this anxious, you'd block off part of your schedule next week to visit Dr. Genevieve again.

Somehow, even though the only thing on your mind was talking to Bradley, you were shocked when your phone woke you up just before midnight on Wednesday evening. This time you rocketed to your feet as you yanked your phone free from the charger. It wasn't a FaceTime call. It said RESTRICTED CALLER. You braced your hand on your nightstand in the dark, and when you answered, you knew immediately that it wasn't your husband on the other end of the call.

"Hello? I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw," came a male voice in response, and then he was asking you to confirm your personal information. 

"What happened?" you gasped once he established that you really were the one and only person on Bradley's contact list. "What happened to him?"

There was a soft hum from the man, and you wanted to jump through the phone and strangle him for his lack of response. Then, as you finally managed to turn on your lamp, he said, "It looks like his flight just took off out of Hong Kong."

"Flight?" you gasped. "He's in the air?"

"Yes. A commercial flight into San Diego. He should arrive Friday morning, and I can give you the details now so someone can arrange for a ride for him." 

You were baffled as to why Bradley didn't call you himself, but if he was on his way home, you didn't care. And you weren't going to arrange for a ride for him. You were going to pick him up yourself. When you grabbed a pen from your nightstand, the only paper you could find was the love note he left for you, so you started writing the flight number on your arm instead. Then you gasped and almost dropped the phone when you ended the call. There was the slightest chance he would be back in time!

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Bradley was exhausted. He knew he could sleep for two days, no problem. He would land in San Diego and hope you were there to get him, then he'd ask you if the baby was a boy or a girl, then he'd take you home and make love to you before falling the fuck asleep. He really wanted to start building the jungle gym playset, but that was just going to have to wait for another day.

It was Friday, or at least that's what he thought, and he wasn't sure how busy you had been at work, because he hadn't spoken to you in weeks. Maybe Bickel let you take the morning off. If Bradley didn't get to see you in baggage claim like he always had before, he was going to be so annoyed that he was delayed weeks longer than he should have been. This mission turned into a three part nightmare on the high seas, and all he wanted was his wife and his Nugget.

When his flight landed, he was up and out of his seat, ready to go. Of course he ended up lifting down carryon bags for a few older passengers and one woman who had two kids with her. Of course he knelt down to help someone find their reading glasses. But all he wanted was for this line of people to move it off the aircraft so he could get into the terminal and call you.

When you answered on the second ring, shouting his name into the phone, he couldn't help but smile. "I just landed, Sweetheart. Does that mean you're here to get me?"

"Yes! I'm in baggage claim! Hurry up!"

His whole body thrummed with need as he picked up his pace at the confirmation that you were here for him. "I'm coming as fast as I can," he promised, squeezing between two groups of people walking way too slowly. He wanted to know if you took the day off. There were a hundred questions circling his brain, but the first one that he needed an answer to was, "How's my Nugget?"

He could hear the smile in your voice as you said, "Your little Nugget is thriving, Roo. But get over here and see for yourself!"

"Baby Girl," he laughed, jogging a little faster. "I'm coming." 

"Hurry," you whined, and he needed to give you what you wanted. 

He bypassed the crowded escalator and took the stairs as quickly as he could, skidding around a corner as he turned toward baggage claim. "Almost there," he panted into the phone. And then he saw you and groaned, "Fuck," loud enough that a few people shot him nasty looks. "Holy shit, Sweetheart."

Bradley ended the call as you glanced around, and he stumbled when you finally spotted him. You were wearing a new dress. It was a pretty shade of green, and it was snug, hugging all of your curves. Hugging your bump. You had a bump. You looked so obviously pregnant to him, he was ready to crawl on his hands and knees and beg at your feet.... for what, he wasn't sure. But that's what his brain was barking at him to do right now.

"Roo!" you called out, prancing toward him in that tight dress and your boat shoes, and literally nothing felt better than being with you. As soon as you were in his arms, he was home. "Bradley," you moaned against his lips as his hands found your sides. You felt different in the best possible way. The swell of your belly wasn't huge yet, but it was definitely there. He could feel it. His growing baby.

God, you were kissing him just right, fingers threading through his hair as you rubbed yourself against him. "Jesus," he groaned into your mouth, but you kissed it away as he ran his hands along as much of your middle as he could reach. He couldn't help it; when you eventually broke the kiss to take a breath, he dropped to his knees in front of you.

Your fingers were still in his hair as you looked down at him in surprise. "Roo?"

He was kissing along that green fabric and rubbing his nose against that perfect, little bump. He knew you were twenty-two weeks along, and he knew what that meant. "Please, tell me," he rasped, stroking you gently with his thumb. "Please, Sweetheart. Is it a girl or a boy?"

Your softly parted lips and smile had all of his focus as he waited to hear you tell him what he'd been dying to know. "Oh," you whispered, pushing your fingers through his hair, leaving him in anticipation as your fingertips glided down his cheek. "I don't know yet."

"You don't?" he asked, brow creased in concern. But you just kept smiling as his heart pounded. "You don't know?"

"Nope," you replied easily. "My appointment is in an hour."

Bradley rocketed to his feet. "Are you serious?" he whispered, his voice a little harsh. "I didn't miss it?"

You kissed him softly as he collected you back in his arms. "You didn't miss it, Roo. I postponed it as long as I could. You're just in time."

"Hell yes!" he whooped, pumping one fist in the air as you giggled. "You waited for Daddy," he said, smiling down at your belly as he slowly walked you backwards. "That's my Nugget." You were looking up at him with trusting eyes as he pushed you back against a pillar next to the baggage carousel. "You said we have an hour?"

"Yes."

"Good," he murmured before his lips found yours, and his hands continued their excited exploration of your new curves. 

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[augustinewrites]

as a captain in the luofu’s sky-faring commission, you’re no stranger to late nights. there’s always lots to do. there are expense reports to sign off on, mission summaries to type up, patrols to assign. the workload is never ending. 

“here are the reports you requested, captain,” a young, bright eyed cadet says as she places a stack of papers onto an empty corner of the desk. “and your coffee.”

“thank you.” you take the cup, flashing her a grateful smile before taking a quick sip. the warm, bitter sip of espresso is exactly what you need to get through the tail end of your night.  “i've sent you all the maneuvers we’ll be practicing next week, as well as patrol assignments for the month. if you have any questions–”

a few gasps cut you off, the attention of your fellow pilots drawn to the entrance. 

“it’s general jing yuan!” they whisper giddily. 

your brows furrow slightly. “jing yuan?”

“yes, love?” 

you startle slightly when a pair of arms wrap around your waist, a shock of white hair entering your peripheral as the most powerful man on the xianzhou luofu nuzzles the crook of your neck.

“dismissed. i’ll see you all tomorrow morning,” you say quickly to the starry-eyed pilots in front of you. they scramble quickly, leaving you alone with your husband, who gives them a lazy salute.

“i missed you,” he murmurs, his breath smelling strongly of osmanthus wine. 

“and i, you,” you assure him, twisting in his hold to face him and patting his cheek lightly. you see now that he’s dressed down in only the soft material of his shirt and trousers, forgoing heavy leathers and armour fashioned for a general.

when was the last time you'd seen him so relaxed in public? unburdened by the needs and conflicts within the luofu? 

jing yuan preens at your attention, grasping your hand to press a kiss to your palm. he gazes at you, cheeks rosy and eyelids already beginning to droop. “shall we take our leave then?”

gods, he’s starting to lean, resting his body weight against yours so you’re struggling to hold him up. “you certainly should, love. i’ll meet you at home once i’ve finished my work.”

“i suppose i shall wait for you then,” he concedes with a great sigh, suddenly pulling away. it appears your suggestion has fallen on deaf ears, because jing yuan drags an empty chair over to your desk, plopping down into it. 

given his drunken state, it’d be unwise to leave him to return home unsupervised. you wouldn’t be there to stop him from purchasing an unreasonable amount of baked goods (again) on the way home. 

“fear not, lover,” he grins, crossing a leg over his knee as he makes himself comfortable. “i shall endeavour to be as silent as a mouse while you work.”

you highly doubt his ability to do so, but know that arguing with him is pointless. once the general makes a decision, his mind is impossible to change. 

so he sits as quietly as he can manage, fingers drumming rapidly against his knee as he hums. it takes you a minute to identify the tune, but when you do your pen stops.

“is that our first dance song?”

“indeed.”

his chair scrapes the floor loudly as he drags it next to yours, leaning his head against your shoulder. 

“jing yuan,” you sigh, rubbing your temple. “i can’t work when you’re like this.”

he takes your hand, slipping his fingers between yours. “do you find my affection…distracting?”

“incredibly.”

you very nearly cave when he brushes your hair aside, nosing at the side of your neck before pressing his lips to your pulse. “then it appears i’m doing my job as your husband.” 

you stare hard at the expense reports, trying your best to focus with your lion of a man clinging to your side.

you feel a little guilty when you pull away from him, a whine escaping his pouting lips. you stand, straightening your uniform and stepping back to avoid his grasp

“stay here,” you instruct. “i’m just going to run to the archives room.”

jing yuan, as expected, does no such thing. 

giggles and odd looks are cast in your direction at the sight of an arbiter general trailing after you. 

“helm master!” he suddenly calls out, voice echoing through the building. your gaze darts to where his is fixed, spotting yukong walking towards you both. “i command you to relieve my wife from her duties for the night.”

she glances between the two of you, amused. “well, who am i to ignore an order from general jing yuan?”

“it’s really not necessary–”

yukong places a hand on your shoulder. “go.enjoy your night. besides, i doubt anyone will be able to get any work done with him moping about until you finish.”

she heads back to her post before you can protest, leaving you alone with the very satisfied general.

“come along, dear,” he says, scooping you up with ease and heaving you over his shoulder. he lands a firm smack to your rear when you squeal, arguing to be put down. “let’s head home and see if we can recreate the rest of our wedding night, hm?”

a/n: little drabble for @mydiluc for letting me ramble on about our fave men at random hours of the day ☺️ thank you my starshine sugarplum cupcake angel i appreciate you!!

[dollfacefantasy]

RESIDENT EVIL MASTERLIST ♡

everything on this list is mdni (18+)! | ☆ = one of kenny's favs

★彡[ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ]彡★

RE2R Leon: Restless Dreams (18+) Leon's been working a lot lately. He comes home late one night when you're sleeping and tries to make it up Playing to Win (18+) / Part 2 ☆ Your new stepdad asks you to call him daddy despite being near your age Like Lovers Do (18+) Bored of the RPD banquet, you pull Leon away for some fun

RE4R Leon: Sleepy (18+) You wake up early in the morning with Leon sleeping on top of you Wash His Hair (fluff) You wash Leon's hair and help him unwind Daddy's Home (18+) You let the d word slip during sex and Leon won't let you live it down Just Like the Movies (18+) Leon dons the ghostface mask to let you live out a fantasy And If the Sun Comes Up (18+) | Part 2 Vampire Leon has to show you that the two of you are meant to be Leon Marks You Request (18+) Leon gets jealous and has to mark you as his Sweater Request (18+) You and Leon do the deed while he's wearing a turtleneck Chubby Reader Request (18+) You're feeling insecure, and Leon just can't have that

Infinite Darkness Leon: Let Them See (18+) Leon teases you in public then pulls over to deal with the problem he's created Baby Bunny (18+) / Part 2 Leon helps his sweet baby bunny through her heat End of the Night (18+) Leon finds comfort in his pregnant wife after a long hard day of being in the mob Needy Girl (18+) You're a needy little thing, and Leon just can't get enough of you Precious in Pink (18+) Leon plays with his precious puppy girl by watching her tail wag

RE6 Leon: Hold My Calls (18+) ☆ Leon takes a call on his flip phone while the two of you are doing it Blue Jeans (18+) Leon looks extra fine in his jeans and you can't stop staring Some Extra Lessons (18+) ☆ Professor Leon deals with his feelings for one of his students Under My Thumb (18+) Leon tries out a new toy with you during a dinner date

Vendetta Leon: You Make Me Cry Every Time (18+) Leon is going through a rough patch and takes it out on you Cool Rider (fluff) Leon gets you ready for a ride on his bike Role Reversal (18+) Leon's on the other side of the law for once

Death Island Leon and older: Video Games (18+) You're playing video games when Leon starts feeling needy Can't Help It (18+) ☆ Your dad's coworker needs a house sitter and you need him inside of you Cowgirl + Praise Kink Request (18+) Leon's got a praise kink and you ride him Down For the Count (18+) Play fighting with Leon gets a little intense Special Day (18+) Your husband wants to give you a special present for your birthday this year Did You Say Something? (18+) / Part 2 ☆ Spankings aren't working anymore. Leon's gonna have to use a different form of punishment Get Him Back (18+) ☆ Your ex boyfriend's dad comforts you after you and his son break up Little Bambi Eyes (18+) Leon grapples with his strange fixation on your tears

Misc. Drabbles: Just Can't Resist (18+) The First Time You Squirt (18+) Passing Out (18+) Quiet Night (18+) Kennedy in the Making (18+) Dimples Blurb When You Wanna Turn Your Brain Off (18+) Shower Sex (18+) Bulge Kink (18+) Blowjob on the Phone (18+) Black Cat Blurb (18+)

★彡[ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ʀᴇᴅꜰɪᴇʟᴅ]彡★

Puppy Games (18+) ☆ Chris develops a soft spot for the hybrid he's taken in and wants to make her birthday extra special

Teddy Bear (18+) ☆ Not even sleep will cockblock Chris

Pretty When You Cry (18+) Request for overstimulation and daddy kink with Chris

Dad-Bod Chris (18+) Must I say any more?

Playing Without Permission (18+) Pussy spanking drabble

That's What Daddy's For (18+) ddlg drabble

Past the Limit (18+) You misbehave and your boyfriend has to correct you. Even if his friend Leon is right there.

Thigh Praise Drabble (18+)

Everything In Its Right Place (18+) After Jill goes missing, your boyfriend isn't the same

Unconventional Lesson (18+) Throat training w/ Chris

Light of the Full Moon (18+) Your husband hasn't been the same since coming back from his latest mission.

★彡[ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇɪʀᴀ]彡★

Infected with Infatuation (18+) You and Carlos are out on a mission when you come into contact with an unfamiliar plant specimen

★彡[ᴀᴅᴀ ᴡᴏɴɢ]彡★

May I? (18+) Ada teaches you how to be self-sufficient

Concealed Carry (18+) Knife play with Ada

★彡[ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴇɴ]彡★

Falling Fast (18+) In a situation like this you can't help but fall fast

★彡[ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ]彡★

Sharing is Caring (18+) / Prequel / Part 2 Your boyfriend wants you to get a little more comfortable with his friend

Better Than One (18+) Leon and Ada take care of their needy puppy before your heat arrives

Room for One More (18+) ☆ Tensions run high when you're forced to share a motel room with your current boyfriend and your former mentor

Sweet Escape (18+) Carlos leaves you in Chris's care while he's away for a few weeks

Which One to Choose? (18+) At a halloween party, you and your boyfriend play out a little fantasy with Chris and Carlos.

[katzkreationz]

Hey all! Sorry for the long absence here, life has been kicking my ass 😅

But I did finally pick up the tablet again, and I've been working on some things. I've been interested in character redesigns so thought I'd try it with some of my favorites (and some old OCs no one's seen yet or in a while). So if you're interested in seeing them sooner, please do drop by my patreon!

Notes:

Anti Comso and his family were my favorite villains in Fairly Oddparents (even when they kinda just...vanished along with every other previous villain that wasn't "relevant") Always thought it was a missed opportunity that we never got them acting ad a villainous family unit. Evil vacations, family bonding thru world conquest scheming, board game nights! C'mon it coulda been great!

Anti Cosmo-- some outfit changes, wanted to break away from the all navy blue color scheme a bit to make him really stand out more among the masses. Also wanted him to have a legitimate crown since...dude is the ruler of the race he deserves a cool ass crown. Made it reminiscent of a salt shaker, put a little upside horseshoe, and the number 13 for bad luck vibes. Alsoooo put some runes in there to symbolize "great protector", because even tho he's a menace....his plans are all focused on freeing his kind so they can do their thing. Just saying, if I had control of these characters, I'd probably be delving more into their place in the world.

Anti Poof (because I'm not calling him Foop)-- gave him a real body, and wanted to try and style his hair after both parents? Make him look a bit more like their kid ya know. Pretty simple design, cute lil onesie. Gave him a rattle instead to mirror Poof more, but cube instead of rounded. Styled it after a dice, and each side has an ailment he can inflict on people. Pink eye, stubbed toe, etc. In my version he's around his folks a lot more, but tries to keep himself presented as an independent person; he's a big boy he don't need no parents (the self proclaimed big boy says as he's burped like the 1 year old he is)

Anti Wanda-- the biggest changes, obviously. The show had some faults...like the constant fat jokes (cough fuck you Bitch Fartman). So out of spite, she's a chubby queen and her twink of a husband adores her every time she nearly snaps his spine. She's not the smartest, but she brings the muscle to Anti Cosmo's brains.

And of course, gave em all tails. Because they're cute, sue me.

[white-sinner]

Yandere Xiao

X adeptus male neko reader

Warning: kidnapping, sex, touching, overpowering

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everyone in Liyue knows the adeptus m/n especially for being half cat his senses are much more amplified than any mortal so his speed, reflexes, vision and hearing are incomparable but what will happen when a certain adeptus not very good at relationships will have a crush on M/n?

Yandere xiao: who fought alongside you in the war of the archons at that time he had a strange feeling for you but not knowing what it was he chose to ignore it long after his comrades fell you were the only thing he had left and he swore by his last breath to protect you by now things had changed in Liyue but not you.. always on guard as in the past

Yandere xiao: with the arrival of the new traveler Morax's death was a real mess all the Adepts were called to protect Liyue together with the mortals but one was missing and xiao I notice it was you

Yandere xiao: that during the fall of the Jade Mansion you leapt out of the shadows and caught the traveler as he fell. xiao know you were there as in the war of the archons you stayed in the shadows to observe and only came out when the situation was critical

Yandere xiao: that after everything was over i call the traveler to explain the situation being that he was now one of the people here he trusted the traveler laughed answering Xiao that what he feels is love,

Love? Xiao was confused could he feel love isn't it only a mortal's feeling? Was that why he felt a possessive desire towards you?

Yandere xiao: that he inquired by reading a couple of books on mortals but when he learned that you had defeated abys mandates he felt jealous because you kept giving your attention to mortals and not him? of course it was part of your contract but.... in that moment he understood what he had to do

Yandere xiao; that he caught you while you were busy patrolling and took you to a house that he bought you right away you ordered him to let you go but in vain he kept telling you that he loved you and that you were his husband? why did he say such stupid things then he grabbed you by the neck and kissed you hungry his tongue slipped inside your mouth and you kept wriggling. Xiao let go but he grabbed your wrists and tied them with a special rope

Yandere Xiao :who takes you princess style and takes you into the bedroom to then rest you on the big bed and starting to undress you yelled asking what he was doing and he replied that it was something that mortals called sex and it was done between lovers and seeing that you two you were it would have been nice you scared you didn't realize that Xiao had stripped there too

Yandere xiao :That seeing you like this he said that there was no need to be shy and that you would have had great pleasure saying that with a smirk he pulled your tail and you jumped so he was holding you and started to stimulate your ears while he kissed you and pulled your tail

Yandere xiao: that after preparing you he start to fuck you so fast it was inhuman and you under him tell him that the only thing you could say was little nyan nya

Yandere xiao: that the following morning he let you rest well he has a lot of stamina despite being short but oyou managed to stay awake and he cuddled you saying sweet things in your ears

Yandere xiao: that puts you in a collar that reduces your powers to a minimum he smiled said that you didn't need it that he was there to protect you

well now you were really his weak husband now really you had no chance to run away from him

“M/n you produce such sweet sound you are so sensitive is my husband enjoying himself?~”

“Don’t worry M/n I can protect you you can rest little kitty ~”

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[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

My life does not belong to me (but these secrets are my own)

Blood nose and a crooked tongue (I always wanted to be someone) - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.2k

genre: fluff? I guess?

warnings: red robin breaks into reader's apartment but he's very polite abt it, he also kind of intimidates and threatens but it's all for funsies

a/n: another intro another story here ya go

There's a certain fear you feel when something takes you by surprise - when you miss a step walking down the stairs or you reach into your pocket and realize you've lost your phone. These moments, you think haltingly, all pale in comparison to the fear that strikes through you when you flip on the light in your apartment and see Red Robin perched in the corner of your living room, arms crossed and scowling.

"People usually knock first," is all your brain supplies.

"The murder victim from last week. You were at the crime scene," is his only retort, curt and professional. You hum thoughtfully, throwing your keys and wallet onto your coffee table and removing your jacket, slinging it over the arm of your couch as you cross your arms to mirror his, leaning against the wall opposite him.

"And you're so sure of that?" You quip back. His frown deepens. 

"A private investigator trails a man for three weeks and then he ends up dead in an alley. This is serious." 

"Oh, I'm sure it is," you say, the patronizing edge to your voice making Red Robin's fists clench as your heart hammers in your chest. "But… not for me. Because you see, Red, I wasn't there, I didn't kill anyone, and I'm not the cop working this case. So, I would suggest finding someone who's actually involved in this in some way. You can go and have a very serious conversation with them, instead." Your frown matches his as the two of you stare each other down, your arms still crossed tightly against your chest as you hope he can't tell how desperately you want him to stop sniffing around and leave.

"You're awful nervous for someone who's not involved," he says smoothly.

Fuck, you think.

"Let's try this again," Red Robin pushes himself off the wall, stalking towards you. You do your best not to move - not to back away when he comes close, looking you in the eyes through the white slits in his mask.

"You were there in that alley the night that he died. You were not the person who reported the body - you fled the crime scene, instead. You've been tailing him for weeks because his wife supposedly hired you to find proof of him cheating. You must have, in all the time you spent following him, realized that his late-night rendezvous were, instead, because he was dealing drops for Falcone." You inhale sharply at Red Robin's words and he grins viciously, like a wolf who's just caught a rabbit between its teeth.

"Shall I continue?" He mimics your patronizing voice from earlier and you open your mouth, a retort dying on your tongue as he continues talking. "You claim to make your money by way of rich women hiring you to expose their lying, cheating husbands, but you and I both know that's just not true-"

"It is-"

"Oh, sure, yes - it is true. You do technically do that work. But there are some other things you have your hands in, hm? Aren't there? You do a lot more than just that for your clients. A lot that I'm sure the GCPD would be thrilled to have some evidence against."

Red Robin leans closer to you, silence dripping between the two of you as your head spins and you try desperately to grasp onto enough words to snap back with something - anything. 

"I didn't kill him," you finally say firmly. "I had nothing to do with that."

"No, I know you didn't," Red Robin shrugs casually and leans away from you, rocking back on his heels as your shoulders drop in relief at the new distance between the two of you.

"Then what the fuck was that?" You snap at him.

"You were being evasive. I got impatient." He spins away from you and sits on the arm of your couch, settling in. 

"You're not staying here," you say pointedly.

"Oh, only for a little while," he waves off your anger. "I need you to tell me what you learned about his drops dealing."

"Excuse me?" You retort, heart still pounding uncomfortably in your chest as you come down slightly from your panic.

"Any information we can get involving these drugs helps us," he explains, You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck where the stiffness has begun to ache. 

"If I give you the file I have on him, will you leave?" You glance at your balcony door pointedly, noticing that it's no longer locked.

"Oh, I promise," Red Robin grins. You roll your eyes and turn on your heel, leaving him to go retrieve the file from your office. 

Tim sighs as you walk away, rolling the soreness out of his shoulders as he listens to you slamming filing cabinet drawers open and closed on the other side of the wall. Yea, he thinks, you're pissed. 

He takes the time to let his eyes wander over the details of your apartment - your home… if you can call it that. It's exactly what he expected from someone covering up an illegal lifestyle - generic, just lived-in enough for you to be able to say see? Absolutely this is my very normal apartment and my very normal life, officer. But no photos on the walls, no interests displayed, nothing that would reveal any sort of personal information about you.

He wonders idly what your very not-normal office must look like when you come back, slamming the file onto his lap with enough force that his hands shoot out to catch it. You stand in front of him with your arms crossed, glaring at him.

"Everything's in there. You can leave now." He nods at your words, flipping open the file to make sure. 

"This is some good work," he muses.

"Not interested, Red," you snap back. He flips the file shut and stands, ending up closer to you than you would have liked as you lean back slightly, his chest brushing against your crossed arms. But all he does is huff out a laugh before stepping away and sliding open your balcony door.

Red?" you call out. He turns to you, cocking his head to the side. "Are you… going to give the police the evidence you have against me?"

"What evidence?" Red Robin shoots back, grinning again. 

"Oh, you - you've got to be fucking kidding," you sigh, shoulders slumping as you bury your face in your hands.

"You're good at what you do - I had trouble finding anything on you. Oh and, uh… you should really lock this door. You never know who might try to come in," he quips before you hear your balcony door click shut. By the time you look up from your hands, he's gone, and you move quickly to lock the door once again.

Not that it matters, you muse, inspecting the lock for any signs of a break-in. Fucking bats - they never leave a goddamn trace.

But as you turn back to face your living room again, a note on your coffee table catches your eye. Snatching it and unfolding it quickly, the writing inside makes your jaw clench.

Call this number if you find out anything new. - Red

You sigh, throwing the note back onto the table and slouching into your couch, face in your hands once more. Somehow, you doubt that's the last time you'll be hearing from Red Robin.

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Decided to finally try posting my fanfics here ♡

Got Your Number

S.Coups x Changkyun x reader

Genre: Smut ⚠️18 + Only⚠️

Word Count: 12.6K

Warnings: aggression, possession, shared partners, unprotected sex, derogatory language, spanking, pet names (lots of "good girl" 미안해),

Dating an idol isn’t for the weak, much less marrying one. There is always something pulling his attention away from you so one day, mid-function, you decide to find something or well, someone, to give you the attention and entertainment you deserve. And you find it alright, after your husband reminds you what it’s like to be under his touch and at his mercy before he passes you off to your plaything. 

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You sigh. Your shoulders sag as the sound runs through your body before you cross your arms over your chest, jutting your bottom lip out. “But I hate these functions, Cheoli” you whine dramatically. You hated half his schedule honestly. The meetings, the social events, the interviews. They were all so fucking boring. They took his attention away from you. Seungcheol places his hands on your arms softly, an equal pout spreading across his face. 

“I know but I have to do them. Do this for me? Please. I'll miss you too much if you don't come. I can't look sad in the pictures.” He pokes his bottom lip out, his voice a higher pitch than normal as his words are wrapped in the whine escaping his lips. He widens his dark eyes, giving you a puppish stare. Your heart flutters at the sight. He knows you could never resist him, especially when he’s pouting. You sigh again, this time you lift your foot slightly before setting it again down in protest. 

“Fine. I'll come. But I'm not going to pretend to like it. My job is to be your wife, not wear a mask for the paparazzi.” Your voice is defiant, the absolute dread of going evident in your tone. You make sure to let him know how much you dislike these things every time one happens. And they happen a lot. Seungcheol chuckles, his hands rub up and down your arms lightly. He leans in and places a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away to look at you again then leans back to take in all of you. 

“Okay, princess. Go get ready.” He says with a jerk of his head. “Wear that dress I like” He raises his brow slightly and you shake your head lightly, rolling your eyes before bringing your hand to slap his chest playfully. “Stop. We haven't even left yet and we won't leave if I put that one on.” You stick your tongue out at him before shrugging his hands off you. You turn quickly and begin to make your way to your closet, stomping in a continued protest. You fling the door to your walk in open dramatically, your level of spoiled evident at the array of clothing, purses, jewelry, and shoes filling the massive space dedicated solely to you. 

You definitely are not wearing his favorite dress, on purpose. If he wants to drag you out to another function against your will then you are going to wear something that would draw a lot more attention to you instead. All eyes on you. You huff, grinning slightly as you survey your wardrobe. Your hands pass softly over each article as you stroll the closet, looking for THE outfit to wear as a tease and a punishment. 

You stop in your tracks, as your hand brushes against a dress as your eyes light up. This was it. You smirk, pulling it from the rack. It was perfect. Cherry red, it wraps around your neck in a halter to drape lightly over your breasts leaving a split in the middle. The tail end of one side hangs loosely down your leg, the other coiling around your back to billow like a train behind you. The bottom starts at your waist, hugging your curves before it stops mid thigh, the opposite side pulled up to rest in a swoop on your hip to leave the side of your leg fully exposed. It left very little to the imagination and you hope it makes Seungcheol struggle to pay attention to anything but you. 

You slip into the dress, pairing it with some strappy gold, open toed heels. You slip on your shiniest gold plated jewelry to make sure you were the brightest diamond in the room. You spend less time on your hair, opting for a simple half up, half down hairstyle. It brings the hair off your face and neck to show off your accessories while leaving perfectly placed strands to frame your face. You add soft eyeshadow and bright red lips to match the dress, admiring yourself in the mirror of your closet as you run your hands down your sides and over the curve of your hips, taking a few turns to admire your body in the reflection. 

You smirk, a small huff of air leaving your nose as you approve your look before you grab a small clutch that matches your shoes before exiting. You make your way to the living room of your shared penthouse to findSeungcheol waiting, reclining on the couch. Already clad in his attire, he sits with one foot crossed over the opposite leg. He wears black jeans he holds up with a gold buckled, dark brown belt in which he has a black, high neck shirt slightly tucked into. His blazer is blacked, studded with silver specks to match the small silver chain around his neck. His obsidian, ear length hair is pushed back to reveal his forehead, half of his bangs hanging just above his eyes. Your heart stops at the sight of him but you work to recover, remembering that despite his beauty he is still taking you somewhere where he wouldn’t pay any attention to you. 

You lift your head higher, squaring your shoulders back as you take purposeful strides towards him, not missing the way his eyes graze your body. A flicker of heat flashes in them and you smirk at the sight. You continue to walk past, not stopping to wait for him, as you make your way to the door. You hear him following, the soft clack of your heels echoing in the space around the two of you as he closes the door before following you to the car.  

Ever the gentleman, Seungcheol opens the back door to the car waiting for you, allowing you to slide in before he closes the door softly. On the ride to the venue, he wraps his hand around yours and squeezes it, his thumb caressing the top of your hand softly. The ride is quiet, as expected, and you spend the entire drive staring aimlessly out of the window, watching the scenery fly by. The idol life was a hard one, forever torn between wanting to give your fans the best you can but also just wanting to be human. The rides there were spent in silence as Seungcheol prepares himself for the role he has to play on screen, one you also have to play with as well. You sigh under your breath, your gaze focusing on the skyline. The sky outside your window is muted, the bright blue morphing into pale pinks and oranges as the sun begins its descent into the horizon as you pull up to the venue. 

You sit patiently as Seungcheol exits the car before coming around to open your door for you, offering a hand to help you out. You slide your hand into his before placing your heeled feet onto the asphalt one by one. You stand with your husband’s help and smooth your dress out before he takes your hand and places it onto his arm. The two of you walk quickly inside a bustling open space. Tables fill the area to your right, all decorated with white flowers and crisp linen napkins. To the left sits a stage, decorated with the same white flowers and a small pulpit-like stand. Apparently this was some sort of an awards ceremony. 

You groan audibly, making sure Seungcheol hears your displeasure as he leads you to the tables as you follow a sleek suited staff member. When you approach your table, he pulls your chair out for you and waits for you to sit before pushing the chair forward. He leans over and places a kiss to the top of your head before sauntering off to an adjacent table already full of most of his group members. You sigh again, propping your head on your hand as you survey the room. It’s filled with people, some you recognize and some you’ve never seen before. Boredom sets in quickly, the feeling of not wanting to be there setting in relatively quick tonight.

You bounce your leg under the table as you continue to scan the room, looking for a reason to get up and leave. Seungcheol loved you but he loved his members too. It was a balance he was good at maintaining and you knew that tonight was not a night for you. You begin to pull your eyes back to your empty table until something catches it. Or, well, someone. He is off the side and alone. At average height, his jet black hair is parted in the middle and his bangs frame his face as they come to rest on his cheeks. His cheekbones are accented for the cameras, his jaw sharp enough to kill with that paired with his cherry tinted lush lips. He looks dangerous, absolutely enticing in his white button down that is splashed with black and light gray squares across it. He has his shirt tucked into a pair of black dress slacks and a matching tie, polished loafers completing the ensemble. He knew he was attractive and it was evident in how he carried himself.

You smile and your stomach flutters. This is definitely your target. Something moves in your peripheral and you jerk your head to the side to see your husband as he makes his way around the table next to you. His eyes aren’t directly on you but you know he is watching so you wait before you make a move. Your eyes find your new interest again and you watch him closely, noting the way he carries himself as you size him up. So confident, so…..catty. You smirk, noting Seungcheol from the side of your eyesight. Very slowly, you slide your ring off, the diamond catching the lighting momentarily as you toss it into your clutch. You stand quickly, wanting your husband to see you as you stalk off towards some other man, a prospect... someone else who would give you the attention you deserve.  You walk gracefully, your steps purposeful, as you sashay your hips with a little flair before approaching your handsome stranger. You smile as you stop to stand next to him, clutch in hand while you cross your arms across your chest.

“Enjoying the chaos from the safety of the sidelines, I see.” you tell him as you train your eyes to the room full of tables before you. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before and I’d remember because you’re quite the tall glass of water.” You smile slyly, turning your head to catch his gaze before locking on to his obsidian orbs. You watch as a faint flush of pink graces his cheeks before it disappears and an equally sly smile graces his lips. You watch his eyes as they flit to roam your body, your dress a beacon for straying eyes. You lean in slightly, pushing your chest out to cause the slit in your top to open a little more and give him a better view of your assets. 

His eyes flutter momentarily, not lingering which almost causes you to pout. It wasn’t the reaction you had wanted but you try not to let it get you down. It was kind of hot that he didn’t immediately fall to your half ass effort. You like to chase sometimes. In the time your eyes are off of him, his eyes are on you and drinking in your body. The curves of your hips and your breasts, the thickness of your thighs, and the empty spot on your ring finger. A smirk crosses the man’s face before he turns his attention back to the room. When you return to people watching, you can see that Seungcheol is casually looking around the room trying to find you..You smirk quickly, reveling in watching him try to find you before turning back to the man next to you. You shift on your feet, using the motion to move a bit closer to your strange man to allow your arms to touch. A thrill immediately shoots through you at the contact.

“I’m going to be honest with you,….” you trail off, pulling your attention from the crowd and returning your gaze to the man next to you. “I haven’t gotten your name yet, actually.” You say cheekily. He smirks, chuffing slightly before he answers, leaning in towards you a little. “You never asked actually. But it’s Changkyun.” He leans back but not all the way, keeping a small space between the two of your faces. 

“Ah, well I’m going to be honest, Changkyun. These things are quite boring to me and you caught my attention. You look like a little bit of fun, some color to all this drab, you know? Care to keep me occupied?” You ask boldly, tightening your arms around your chest to help push your breasts up a little more, for extra persuasion if he needs it. Changkyun chuckles softly, the sound light yet deep at the same time and it sends a small shiver through you. 

“I’m not sure if you could handle my brand of occupied, princess. You look like you’re used to everyone giving you everything you ever want.” He brings a hand up to your waist, his fingers trailing down to your hip lightly before he grips it. “Fun, huh? How bad do you want some entertainment?” Changkyun leans in, his mouth dangerously close to your ears as he whispers. “Would you beg for it?” 

You scoff, struggling to force down the warmth that was beginning to blossom in your stomach. The fact that he could read you so well was,....attractive, and paired with the husky tone in his voice as it caressed your ear, you had to fight hard at the reaction your body was having. His fingers on your waist all but burned with warmth and it radiated everywhere. Your brain struggles to formulate a response, unsure of how you would even answer when he speaks again. 

“Aww, cat got your tongue, princess?” he tsks, the sound shooting directly into your ear from his lips before he leans closer to almost nuzzle your neck. “I thought you wanted to play. You don’t want to be my little kitten?” His voice is raspy and his breath ghosts across the crook of your neck. You shiver noticeably this time, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth with your teeth. His fingers squeeze your hip lightly again before pulling you towards him, your bodies snug together as you stand hip to hi and your breath catches. You set out looking for fun but you didn’t expect it to play out like this. 

He slides his fingers slowly from your hip around to your back to rest his hand softly. The touch is cool, featherlight as his fingertips all but hover over your skin but your body is on fire underneath it and you fight to press your back harder into his slender hand. He lifts his head, grinning cheekily before he glances around the room again. His fingers begin to draw lazy lines up and down your back, charting their course dangerously close to your ass before moving back upwards again. You were melting faster than ice on a cloudless, summer day already and so you take a breath, grounding yourself mentally before you make a move. 

You turn towards him ever so slightly, your bodies touching faintly. You slide a finger through one of his belt loops and tug it softly, praying the fluster you’re feeling isn't evident in your voice when you speak again. “Beg? I don't beg. And even if I did, I'm not sure you could make me do so. I require a lot of attention. I'm a lot to handle.” You swallow silently, hoping the faltering shake in the last of your words wasn't noticeable because damn, did he have you fucked up and fucked up so fast. This was supposed to be your game of cat and mouse but you were slowly becoming the mouse in this power play . Another low, husky chuckles fills the air between the two of you, the sound acting like a fan to the embers smoldering in your stomach. 

“You have no idea what I'm capable of, princess. The question is, ….are you brave enough to find out?” He turns to look at you and arches an eyebrow, watching you questioningly. A challenge, a dare, an invitation. Your breathing speeds up slightly, your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Your eyes flit across his features before roaming the rest of him, your mind quick to run away as it begins to create wild fantasies of the ways he would make you beg. You shove them away for a moment, ignoring the excited flutter they send through your core before falling back into your original role in this dynamic. You are the cat and this is your prey. You can make him beg and plead for you, make him absolutely fawn over you. You are that bitch. With your renewed confidence, you catch his eyes again as you place your other hand against his stomach and run it up to rest on his chest. 

“Brave enough? Oh, Changkyun. The things I would do to you.” You tell him with a soft laugh. “I'll play your game and whoever begs first loses, hm?” 

You smile confidently as you catch a hint of lust flicker across his eyes. He smirks at you, the action devilish in nature, before he leans close to your ear again. The hand that is trailing your lower back dips even lower this time, grazing down slowly while his fingers curl around to cup the curve of your ass before squeezing softly. He brings his mouth to your cheek, a chuckle escaping his mouth as nothing but a mere ghost of a breath, its warmth billows between you and hits your skin, spurring on a shiver that runs through you. His raspy voice deepens dramatically as he whispers softly into your ear  . 

“Game on then, princess.” You hear the sly grin in his voice and it doesn't help in smothering the ever growing fire burning inside you. Without warning, his teeth graze your earlobe and tug softly before releasing it. A small gasp leaves your lips and you bite back the moan traveling dangerously close behind it. He leans back up, the grin you heard seconds before plastered across his face smugly as he turns his head to watch the room again. You push your body closer to him as you run your hands slowly down his chest, stopping at the top of his pants. You dance your fingers delicately over the button, gliding them teasingly down the zipper. You can feel his body respond to your touch and it sends a rush through you. It's a turn on but also feeds the raging lust rising like a phoenix in the flames blazing in your core. A slender, wide hand wraps around your wrist to halt your teasing strokes followed by a soft, sensual chuckle. 

He clicks his tongue twice, his voice muted. “You're going to have to do better than that. Are you trying to simply turn me on or make me beg? Hm?” His eyes never leave the room in front of you as he continues. “Be a big girl, princess. Didn't you say I had no idea the things you would do to me? Why don't you tell me then. Use your words.” His words are a demand in the disguise of a request and if he wants to play, then you will play to win. You shake your wrist from his grip then slide your hands around his waist, crossing them around his back lifting up on your tiptoes to bring your mouth to his ear. 

“You want words, I’ll give you words.” You whisper before nipping his ear gently. You brush your lips against the inside of his neck, the touch featherlight before pulling back to leave a breath of space between his skin and your lips. “You’ve considered it, haven’t you? In the short time we’ve been here, you’ve imagined what it would be like to run those big, slender hands across my small, delicate body.” You uncross your hands around his back and bring them to his waist as you begin to slide them back up his chest at a snail’s pace, agonizingly and exaggeratingly slow as you allow the buttons on his shirt to snag against your fingers. 

You press your lips into the crook of his neck again, just as light as before and bring your mouth back slightly. Your warm breath rolls against the cool imprint of your lips and you can feel the slight shiver it sends through him. You smirk confidently to yourself before you whisper again, pressing your chest into his body. “I’ll admit, I’ve thought about how it would feel for you to touch my chest, to squeeze and knead my breasts before teasing my nipple, pinching and rolling it between these fingers before putting your mouth on them to tease with your tongue.” Your hands stop to rest flatly against his stomach, the heel of your palm touching the top of his waistband. 

“I bet that tongue is amazing too, hm? I’d love to straddle your face and see if it can make me cum all over those plush, pillowy soft lips of yours.” You hum softly next to his ear, the sound bouncing around in your throat. “But I also would love to tease you with my tongue as well. You wouldn’t be able to resist as I licked your cock softly, maybe swirl my tongue around your head a few times before I inhale you into my warm, wet mouth and do my best to suck the very atoms of your body out of you. I just know the sounds you are bound to make would shatter my existence. They would be a delicacy to satiate my finicky palate” 

You drop a hand to the front of his pants and are met with a noticeable bulge. A surge of arrogance swirls in you pairing with your own arousal as your mind creates images to the words you were feeding Changkyun, further turning you on as well. You place a kiss on his neck, exaggerating your movements and you can hear a small, soft groan before it dies in his throat. You press your body flush against his, your hands sliding around his waist once more before you teasingly grind against him softly. You bring your head from his neck, moving softly to face him, leaving your lips mere centimeters from his as you flick your eyes to his then back to his lips. You close the small space between you, pressing your mouth to his and fight back to moan threatening to escape. Your body aches, desperate for his touch but you resist the urge to give in and pull back quickly, grabbing his bottom lip with your teeth to pull it with you before releasing it. You hum, a satisfactory smile creeping across your face. 

“I wouldn’t stop there though. You play a hard game but I bet you would fold the minute I actually took the reins. Imagine it, you straddled between my thighs, my hand wrapped around this delicious neck of yours before I submerge you deep into my tight, warm, absolutely soaking wet pussy. I’d fuck you so good, Changkyun. I know you’d be begging me then, only you would be begging me to allow you to fill me up. What a sweet sound that’s going to be because I just know you’ll be begging before the night is over anyway.” 

His hands come to grip your waist, squeezing roughly and you scoff, sending a puff of air from your nose as you curl your lips into a sassy smirk. You press your lips against his again, sliding them slowly across his. You grip his waist with an equal strength, pulling him into you more while rolling your hips against the hardness protruding from the front of his pants. You pull away from the kiss and a moan in protest leaves his lips which you nip a little less gently this time. His eyes find yours and you’re thrilled to see the lust blazing in them. Too easy, you think to yourself. Game.Set.Match  He digs his fingers into your hips more, the sensation sending electric jolts through you. You want so desperately to wrap yourself around him but you refuse to lose this little game. Instead, you hold his gaze before you speak again. “Maybe we should continue our little pursuit somewhere more private. Unless, you’re into publicity. There’s plenty of it here, especially with all the cameras.” You smirk cheekily at him, leaning forward boldly to grab his tie with your teeth to tug him forward as you step backwards softly. Changkyun doesn’t resist but he comes close to you again, your bodies almost flush so he can whisper in your ear. 

“I’m not afraid of an audience but I feel like it would be best to keep your end of this under the cover of privacy.” He nibbles your earlobe softly and you bite your lip quickly, everything about him driving you absolutely insane now. “Let’s go, princess. Surely there’s an empty office back here somewhere we can play in.” Changkyun doesn’t wait for you to answer before he drops his hands from your hips reaching to remove yours from his waist so he can grab your hand and lead you to a hallway off to the side.

“Oh, by the way. There’s a man out there in a sparkly black blazer that has been really focused on you lately.” He mutters softly as he tugs you closer to the hallway. A thrill shoots through you at his words. You know you would be watched and the confirmation excites you even more leaving you to feel giddy as you let Changkyun lead you through a door then down a reasonably long hallway. The offices here were all dark, everyone having clocked out hours ago and what employees left sprinkled out in the chaos you just left behind, keeping everything running smoothly. As you near the end of the hallway, he tries a few doors only to be met with door handles jingling in the empty space as the first few come up locked. The third one opens, swinging into a dark room that you can vaguely make out a desk and chairs in. His hand fumbles along the wall before finding a switch which he flips on. 

The room illuminates quickly allowing  the quaint, cluttered desk to come into view. A rolling chair sits behind it with two low back chairs in front of it. It was a small room, but it would work. You close the door behind you and the moment the latch catches, Changkyun is on you. He pushes you against the door with his body, pressing into you roughly. His hands roam your sides, sliding teasingly over your breasts before coming to cup your neck. You gasp slightly, your body aching under his touch as you almost give into the wildfire blazing under your skin . He dips his head, bringing his lips to almost touch yours. His breathing is rapid, the gusts of his breath rolling off your skin. You meet and hold his gaze, desire lighting both of your eyes but neither of you would cave. 

“Remember, kitten. Whoever begs first loses but I’m considering changing the rules. How about whoever moans or whimpers first loses, no? Or can you not handle that steep of a challenge?” His voice is deep and raspy, his words are almost a growl as they leave his lips. Your head is spinning, drunk off the lust feeding from his touch and his sounds that you almost give in right then and there but you don’t. Somehow you manage to gather yourself long enough to agree. Changkyun pulls you to him, his hands still cupping your neck before he crashes his mouth against yours. The kiss is needy and laced with desperation. You lose yourself in it, your hands wrapping around him to run as far up his back as they can go. You fist his shirt in your hands and press yourself against him more despite being flush with his body. His tongue flickers across your lips as if knocking to ask for permission to enter and you part your lips willingly for him. Your tongue dances with his wildly, exploring his mouth and savoring the taste of him in yours. 

He begins to walk backwards and you follow, desperate to keep the connection between your mouths as you drop the clutch you’ve been carrying this entire time, the sound of it hitting the floor echoing around you. His hands slip from your neck to your hips where he guides you, his steps hasty. His legs bump the desk behind him and he swings you around swiftly, pressing you against the edge of it. His kisses grow sloppier, his tongue more eager and it takes effort to not let the moans building up inside to slip gracefully from your mouth into his for him to swallow. Your bodies press against each other, neither of you willing to put space between you. His hands come from your hips to glide up your stomach before they rest on your chest. Your body slouches under his hands as if sighing in relief. Your chest aches for more and as if reading your mind, he obliges to your thoughts as he begins to knead your breast gently. He weaves his hands into the slit of your dress, grasping your bare breast causing you gasp softly into his mouth.  

He grinds against you and his erection digs into your front. You want to moan so desperately, the ache building between your thighs almost unbearable. He pulls away, breaking the contact between your mouths and kisses your jaw before kissing your neck, making his way down your body. His hands release as well, one coming to move the fabric of your dress to the side before he places his mouth on one of your plump breasts. You gasp quietly, quickly shutting your mouth to hold back the moan you wanted to release. He sucks softly, his tongue coming to swirl around your nipple before he flicks it across it, swiping up and down. Pleasure shots through you, running directly from his mouth and into the wetness pooling between your legs. You bite your lip hard, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you begin to fear you’ll lose this game because the sensations running through your body were heightened with him and you desperately needed to make some kind of sound. 

He pulls back, your nipple clamped between his lips stretching it lightly as he moves before he releases it to give the opposite one the same attention. Your body trembles under his touch, the lust inside blossoming into a full grown monster and you aren’t sure how much longer you can keep it at bay. He teases and taunts your other breast, his free hand kneading the opposite one at the same time. You unclench your fists, dropping the fabric of his shirt to grip him, pushing your nails into his skin under his shirt. His response was felt when his teeth grazed the nipple in his mouth before he pulled back to kiss up your chest, stopping to nibble on the sensitive area of your neck just below your ear. His hands grab your hips as turns you, pulling your back against his chest.

“Hands on the desk, kitten.” he commands, the words a growl simmering in the back of his throat. You obey immediately, placing your palms flat on the desk leaning forward to arch your back and push your ass into him. You hear his breathing hitch, obviously fighting the groan he wants to release before his hands are running up the back of your thigh. “Remember, you lose if you moan first.” He says hoarsely.

His hands make steady pace, slipping under the fabric of your dress on one side, before stopping to squeeze your ass roughly. His fingers journey up to play with the top of your underwear, curling around it as he begins to pull them down slowly. You press your hands harder into the desk under you, the sounds compacting dangerously in your throat as if waiting for the right moment to erupt like a dormant volcano into the room around the two of you. He tugs them down in an antagonizing slow pace, leaning forward to place kisses along your shoulder blades as he does.

His breath caresses your skin on your bare back and your body shivers, your bones feeling like jello underneath him. He pulls your panties down just enough to give him access, leaving them to dangle at the top of your knees. He runs a hand between your thighs, his fingertips immediately finding your needy and sensitive clit to rub delicate circles on it. You loll your head forward and bite your lip again as you roll your hips into his fingers. Pleasure dances across your body, the performance from his fingers Oscar worthy. The lust inside you bangs violently at your willpower, begging and pleading to give in and let him have you right here against this desk. And you almost oblige until your internal struggle is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat followed by three distinct clicks of his tongue. 

“All this over a function, babygirl?” A familiar voice carried across the empty room.

Your head snaps up at the sound of it, a smirk playing across your voice as you make eye contact with Seungcheol. He walks in the room and closes the door softly behind him. He takes his blazer off, draping it carefully over a chair in front of the desk before he starts to roll his shirt sleeves up. An irritation flashes in his eyes and disappears as fast as it appears, a stoic expression taking its place instead. Your stomach flutters at it, a thrill coursing in your veins knowing you struck a chord as his footsteps bring him closer to you.  

“I see you want to play, love. And I’ll let you play but do you really think he’ll satisfy you like I do?” His firm voice floats across the room, his question more a statement than actual curiosity because he knows your body better than anyone else on this earth ever would. He knows how to make you come apart and how to make you melt like putty under his fingers. He approaches the two of you, his eyes darting from your bent over figure to Changkyun standing flush against you before bringing his gaze to settle on Changkyun.

“Have to say it’s a surprise to see you here, Changkyun.” Seungcheol says matter of factly. “Though I shouldn’t be. You’re very much her type.” He crosses his arms across his chest, his eyes dancing with emotion as they move to focus on you.

 “You’ll get your turn in a minute. So sit back and enjoy the show. Let me show you how it’s done.” You watch him jerk his head at Changkyun, signaling for him to move out of the way to which Changkyun obliges. He doesn't say a word instead he nods before backing up until he is leaning against the closed door, his arms coming to rest across his chest. You watch the men closely, confused a little at the recognition between the two. When you begin to lean up straight, ready to ask the men if they knew each other, Seungcheol’s hand grasps the back of your neck firmly.       

“Aht, aht baby girl. Back down. Hands back down on the desk like a good girl.” He commands.You shudder, noting the tone in his voice and the edge that no one else would notice but you as you lean back over the desk and plant your hands on it firmly again, bracing yourself for what was to come. Seungcheol’s hands run across your back as he comes to stand behind you. He traces his fingers across the bare skin of your back, dancing them up lightly where your top was tied around your neck. He leans forward slightly as he works to untie the bow holding the fabric across your breasts, pulling it apart delicately before allowing it to fall freely from his hands. The fabric sags at the lack of tension and begins to shift down as it starts to pool on the desk beneath you, exposing you to the cool air in the room. Your nipples harden at the sudden change in temperature and Seungcheol’s hands are quick to reach around to play with them. He rolls both nipples between his fingers, both hands teasing you, as he leans forward to kiss your shoulder blades gently.

You shudder beneath him knowing the gentleness is a precursor to what’s to come and you wiggle in anticipation, your ass rubbing against the now strained front of his pants. He pinches your nipples hard, tugging them roughly before he lets them go, sliding his hands around your side as he begins to caress your back lightly. He brings his hands down to run across your hips then down your thighs and back up to cup your ass. One hand dips between your legs and his fingers slide between your folds as he rubs them back and forth, coating them with your wetness. He pulls them back and clicks his tongue again. 

“Aw, look at you. Soaking wet already but not for me.” He mocks a pout before slipping his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices off his digits. “But you still taste just as sweet.” You shiver again, your body ready to burst at any moment as you feel his hands caressing your bare upper back again. He teases you, running his fingertips along your sides lightly before running one down to your hip and the other up into your hair. He fists it quickly and tugs it, pulling your head backs lightly. He leans down to your ear, his breath in quick pants already before he all but growls in your ear. 

“No one can make you feel like I do. I’m going to show him how it’s done but just remember, my little cherry blossom, that you are mine. You belong to me. This body? It’s mine. This pussy? It’s mine.” Seungcheol digs his fingers into your hip painfully and pulls your hair harder before shoving your face into the desk forcefully, leaning in more to reach your ear again. “Oh and, you can moan with me. Don't hold back, baby. I'm not playing your silly little game. I want you to let him hear how good I feel. Let him hear what he won’t ever be able to make you do.” he growls so low, the words are barely a ghost in your ear. Your body shivers involuntarily as if his words triggered some kind of muscle memory and it was prepping itself. 

You whimper softly as you impatiently wait to feel him sliding into you. When it doesn’t happen almost immediately, you press backwards and whine in hope to coax Seungcheol into giving you what you want. Instead, a sharp smack echoes in the room before heat radiates through your ass. You yelp, jumping slightly at the slap, your motion stifled by the hand holding you against the desk. He chuckles softly at your reaction, rubbing the reddening skin tenderly with his hand to soothe the ache. “Did you really think it would be that easy, baby girl? That I would just give in to you?” You whimper in response, the yes evident in your tone because that’s what Seungcheol does, he gives you anything and everything you want. He raises his hand again before striking your ass in the same spot with an open hand. You stifle your yelp this time, flinching at the tenderness already setting in as he rubs the spot softly again. You knew he was marking you right now but also punishing you at the same time. He would eventually give you what you wanted but he had to deny you first. He had to claim you so Changkyun knew whose body this was, who you belonged to, and that no one would make you come apart like he could. You whine softly when his hand falls from your ass once more. “Cheoli-” You begin only for him to cut you off before you can finish. 

“Cheoli isn’t here, my sweet little blossom.” he responds as he places a third slap to your ass, this one stinging more before the pain morphs briefly to a hint of pleasure at the end. You moan quietly as he massages your cheek once more. His hand on your head relaxes as it trails down your back to rest on your hip. “Only fourteen more to go.” he tells you, the smirk on his face present in his tone. You whimper in protest, desperate for him to plunge into you and fuck you but instead he continues speaking. “Count them, angel.” 

Another whine falls from your lips, drawn out to express your disdain but before you could open your mouth to protest, his hand falls back against your tender skin. You groan, forgetting that you are supposed to be counting. His response follows quickly, ever ready to make sure you behave. “Count them. That was four, my love. The next one you forget, we start over.” You sigh, bracing yourself for the next one. It comes with two more quickly behind it. 

“five, six, seven…”

Your ass stings with every collision of his hand against it but each time the pain lessens after slowly turning into pleasure. Your whimpers transform into soft moans, your body shivering with need, ready to explode at any second. His hand connects again, three back to back one more time. 

“eight, nine, ten…”

Seungcheol spends a little extra time caressing your red, tender skin. You had no doubt there would be a handprint left behind after this, especially as he kisses around the outside of the red area shining brightly like a trophy for him. His lips leave your skin, swiftly replaced with another set of three slaps. You moan softly, arching your back to push your ass up and back to him, almost forgetting to continue your count. Your body was an inferno of lust and you were desperate for relief from it. 

“eleven, twelve, thirteen….” you moan almost inaudibly. A hand rubs the place of impact again and you whimper. “Cheoli please,... no more.” you pant softly, the whine in your tone drawing out the syllables in each word. “I need you, please.” You hear him chuckle again as he rolls his hips against you, the strained front of his pants sending a chill through you. “Such a needy little thing today aren’t you?” he chuckles again as he squeezes the almost blistered part of your ass, causing you to wince softly. “You only have four more to go, baby.”

You whine more before his hand connects with your skin again. You brace yourself for the others to come and when they don't, you quickly count out the number. 

“fourteen..Cheol-” was all you could get out before his hand connected again. You whine loudly, knowing he was drawing the last few out unnecessarily. “fifteen…” his fingers dig into your hips, the touch possessive but loving. Another smack stings your skin, this one more forceful than the last. The pain fades quickly as you slowly drink in the pleasure throbbing under your skin. 

“sixteen..” You barely manage to moan out as you anticipate the last one. Seungcheol rubs your ass generously, the hand on your hip comes down to grasp the other side as it joins in on the massage. His fingers grip your flesh roughly as he pushes and pulls, spreading your ass cheeks apart slightly, his fingers brushing close to your aching cunt. You moan, instinctively moving your body to the touch in attempts to get the friction you desperately need. Your body was burning, the flames all but consuming you. You whined loudly in protest when his fingers trailed further away, leaving you aching instead of full. The second the sound of your whine spills over your lips, his hand collides with your red, raw ass the final time, this time with more force than any of the others previously. The pain stings longer, tears forming at your water line, the pleasure masked by the throbbing. You sniffle softly as Seungcheol places a gentle kiss to your skin, careful not to make it hurt further. 

“Seventeen” you say softly, a single tear slipping down your cheek. He places another kiss on the small of your back, peppering his way to the nape of your neck, his hands wrapping around your waist as he presses his body against you. He kisses the crook of your neck and whispers in your ear. “That’s my good girl.”

You shudder, the movement coursing through your entire body as his arms squeeze around your waist softly. You smile at the tenderness before he unwraps a hand and snakes it between your legs. His fingers slide to your clit and you moan at the touch before he begins to rub small, soft circles on the sensitive bud. You roll your hips against his fingers, the desperation returning as you crave more of the pleasurable sensation shooting through you before it coils tightly in your stomach. Seungcheol knew how to work your body. He knew how to touch you to ignite you and then set you off, to let you sizzle and burn out and he knew that you were already wound too tight. He quickens his circles as you moan at the change in pace. Your hips buck against his fingers, the sensation too much as it sends you right over the edge almost instantly, that coil snapping almost explosively. You cry out as your body trembles, Seungcheol’s fingers never relent in their pace as he rubs continuously to draw your pleasure out. 

Your hips slowly stop pushing forward as the last lingering bit of your orgasm fades. You rest against the desk, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down. Seungcheol places a soft kiss to the nape of your neck again, nuzzling you softly with his nose. “So beautiful when you fall to pieces for me.” he whispers softly against your neck before he leans back to stand up. A thrill shoots through you when you hear his clothing rustling. You hear a heavy sound as he unbuttons his pants and they fall to the floor. His hands grasp your waist again softly as he pulls you backwards towards him. “Turn around.” he commands and you obey without question. You spin around to face him and he tugs your dress up to expose your lower half, bunching it around your waist. He presses his body against yours, his hard cock rubbing against you as he lifts you just enough to sit you on the edge of the desk. “I want you to look at me as I make you come again. I want to watch as your eyes roll back as my name flies from your lips. I want to see just how you belong to me. I want you to watch me as I fill you to the brim and know that you will always mine.” He says with a soft growl. 

Your eyes meet his and you can see the need for dominance, the possessiveness flickering in them. The sight sends a spark of arousal through you, your body revving up again under his gaze like it always does. His eyes never leave yours as he spreads your legs and nestles between them, lining himself up with your entrance. You wrap your legs around him as he slips himself into you slowly, making his way inch by inch. You moan softly at the fullness, the familiarity a relief. Your hands come around his neck as he bottoms out, your bodies flush against each other. He rocks his hips forward sharply, a small tease as it pushes himself deeper into you. You moan again before you whisper softly, “Cheoli, just fuck me already, please.” 

Without any hesitation, he pulls back and thrusts into you again and you hum in satisfaction. The sound fuels him and he does it again, settling into a rhythm. You roll your hips to meet every upward stroke he makes, slamming yourself against him with equal force as you match his rhythm. The sounds of your moans mix together to form a symphony between you, the sound reverberating in the air of the room as his pace quickens, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Your head lolls back and his mouth comes to your neck immediately. His pace lessens slightly as he nibbles and sucks on the sensitive skin right below your ear. Every time his teeth graze your teeth, your skin prickles before sending a shiver through your burning body, adding fuel to the newly growing fire. 

He bites your neck harder before sucking even harder, determined to leave yet another mark on you, another sign that you were his for everyone to see. You moan loudly, your fingers trailing up to curl into his hair and you tug it quickly. He growls almost animalistic against your neck before he picks up his pace again, causing you to curse under your breath before the words transform into a loud moan. The ember burning in your core catches and ignites, the flames consuming you now as they dance wildly, threatening to explode. Your fingers tighten in Seungcheol’s hair as you work to match his pace when he slows down drastically before stopping, leaving you to dangle on the edge of your release. You groan in protest and his lips catch yours to swallow the sound. His mouth presses against yours passionately, an edge of tenderness linger with every part of his lush, rouge colored lips. His tongue dances out to caress your mouth, begging for entrance and you grant it, flicking your tongue out to meet his. They clash intensely, your tastes melding together in the space between you. You rock your hips against him, needing him to continue, craving him to push you over the edge into the awaiting bliss. 

He groans softly but refuses to move, his tongue still dancing in and out of your mouth. He leans forward into you, the motion moving you backwards until you are flat against the desk underneath you. He leans down closer before pulling your legs from around him, his lips still entwined with yours. His teeth nip your bottom lip, pulling it with him as he moves back before he releases it. He grabs your ankles, tossing them over his shoulders before he leans back down, rolling your body up ever so slightly. You cross your ankles around his neck and his hands grip your hips before he begins to thrust into you again. You shutter and moan, his thrust echoing throughout your body. He begins to slam into you relentlessly, his strokes equally fast and rough pushing you back to the edge again. Your eyes start to flutter closed when he grabs your chin roughly. “Aht aht, look at me.” He bellows, his voice husky, laced with the lust driving him. He drives into you faster and harder, the sound of flesh connecting floating through the air as he finally pushes you over the ledge, catapulting you into the awaiting tides of bliss . The tension entwined in your stomach finally breaks, releasing intense tides of pleasure to crash into you. You cry out, your eyes rolling back and wave after wave runs through you, ebbing and flowing in an extended duration as Seungcheol's pace continues. 

He growls at the sight of your trembling body as you clench around him tightly, your orgasm vibrating against him with each wave. He drives into you faster, the precision to his thrusts fading as his need for release takes over. You moan softly, the last edge of your orgasm leaving you sensitive as he pounds into you roughly. Your eyes stay fixated on his, noting the possessive, lust glazed look in his eyes as his beautiful obsidian orbs bear into you. You bring your lower lip into your mouth and gnaw it slightly, your body flickering with a new arousal at the sight of him. His fingers dig into you, as if anchoring you in place and you know he's about to tumble off the edge of his own climax. 

As you guessed, the next thrust into you, Seungcheol groans loudly, cursing on the tail end of the sound. “Are you ready for me to fill you up like a good girl? Are you ready for me to mark my claim on you, angel?” he asks, his voice low and raspy. You moan softly in response, the only answer he needs before he rams into you one final time as he cums, his sticky seed squirting into you. He bucks his hips with each wave of his orgasm, the impact of his body against yours sending vibrations through you, further sparking the arousal beginning again. After a moment, he stops thrusting and his hands come to your thighs, rubbing them gently before he untangles himself from your legs. He pulls you up, pressing you into his chest and places a soft, passionate kiss on your lips. You moan softly when his hands come to your breasts. He kneads them softly, stopping to tease your nipples every now and then. You push your hips forward slightly, your body responding to his touch like it always does. 

He breaks the kiss before he pulls out of you slowly, pulling you off the desk and turning you around again. He places a hand on your shoulder blade and guides you to bend over back over the desk while the other hand trails slowly downward, his fingertips leaving the ghost of their path to tingle behind them. He follows the curve of your ass before he stops at your entrance. You can hear him groan softly at the sight of your over-filled cunt, his release dripping slowly from it right before his eyes. He runs a finger down the inside of your thigh to swipe his cum onto it. He runs it back upwards before he slides it into you, pushing his seed deeper inside. You moan, pushing yourself against his digits, your body still sensitive from your previous orgasm. A heat flickers up once again under his touch and you sigh at the feeling of him. Seungcheol continues to slip his fingers in and out of you at a slow, antagonizing pace. You whine in protest, trying to push yourself against his hand for the friction you were once again craving. 

He continues to finger you slowly, taking his time with every slip inside making sure to curl his fingers and brush against your sweet spot before sipping them out again. You whine loudly, the desperate need to be filled and fucked again overwhelming to the point that your eyes threaten to tear up. He teased you softly and slowly, stoking the flames smoldering again in your core. He slips his fingers out, bringing them to your lips, to which you instinctively open your mouth for. He slips them into your mouth and you obediently begin to suck them, swirling your tongue around his digits to remove the mixture of you two from them. You moan softly at the taste, the sound vibrating against his hand, and he slips from your mouth as he steps away. An ache burns between your thighs and you squeeze them tightly.

You whine as he pulls away from you, your body almost shaking with the need for his touch and another release. He steps back to redress himself before stepping to the side. You watch him, still leaning over the desk, as he walks to your purse discarded on the floor. The sound of the latch popping echoes as he rummages through the clutch before he tosses it on the floor, the rest of the contents spilling out. He makes his way back to you, his footsteps heavy across the small distance, the sound giving you a thrill. Seungcheol Reaches out and takes your left hand before sliding your wedding ring back onto it gently. He places your hand back down on the desk and comes to stand behind you, shuffling coming from his pocket. His arms come around your face, something dangling between them. He shifts his hands at the nape of your neck, brushing your hair to the side as he works to fasten the dainty day collar on you. Your hand comes to touch it, feeling the delicate chain and the olive branch dangling from the small O shaped ring nestled cozily against your throat. Seungcheol leans to rest his lips just next to your ear, his voice soft and low as if telling a secret only meant for you. 

“A reminder,...” he says as his breath billows against the shell of your ear. “of whom you belong too, princess, while you have your fun.” 

He places a soft, tender kiss on your temple before retreating, stopping to stand in front of the door. You shiver, your body aching for more as you watch him walk away to stand and watch. As if he was observing you to prove his point. Your eyes widen, excitement flooding through you. Your body, pre-warmed for the next contender, buzzes at the thought of him watching you as you test out Changkyun, a challenge to prove that your heart, body, and mind all belong to Seungcheol.  Another touch ignites against your skin, this one unfamiliar but equally as exciting. Your body purrs beneath it, teased and eager for the attention to come. A sting radiates through the tender skin of your ass as fingers graze across them. You hiss softly but don’t try to move, allowing Changkyun’s hands to finish their journey. A hand dips down, two fingers slipping into you with ease as he begins to pump them in and out slowly. You bite your lip as he fingers you slowly, your body grateful for the touch. You rock back against his hand slightly in a dire need for more as he pushes every drop of Seungcheol’s release deeper into you as well.  You can hear the jingle of his belt as it unfastens and the soft swish of fabric as his pants fall, letting them pool at his ankles. Another rustling of fabric follows as he quickly unbuttons his shirt to toss in aside as well. You shiver lightly when he presses his naked body against yours, his erection nestled between you. You groan, pushing yourself back, your body desperate for more as he leans over, fisting your hair forcefully. He brings his lips to your ear, his breathing coming in shaking rasps as he whispers to you.. 

“You’ve not had enough, have you?” he chuckles, the sound no more than a low rumble. “I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed he got to have you first. I wanted to be the one to get off first, to christen your sweet little pussy but now I’m curious as to just how full you can get. You’d like that wouldn’t you? To be filled to the brim like a good little cumdumpster.” He hums, the sound vibrating through your body, fueling the ache inside. You whimper softly, pushing back against him to convey the need you felt. You wanted him to bury himself to the hilt inside you and, in that moment, you would beg for it. 

He releases your hair and leans up, his hand dragging harshly down your bare back to wrap around your hip firmly. He grabs himself with his free hand, stroking lightly before teasing you as he rubs his head up and down between your cheeks. You groan softly when he stops at your entrance and you push back against him lightly. He doesn’t stop you but pushes himself forward, sliding into you quickly. It felt different, the way he filled you, the way he touched you so roughly without a gentle undertone. It felt good but in a different way. It was volatile and explosive instead of slow burning, a spark meant to detonate instead of fizzle out delicately. You sigh, the sound morphing into a moan at the sensation. Your body heaves at the relief of being full but continues to burn for more. He grinds against you, his thrust rough, before he pulls almost completely out of you.

“Sounds like you lost, kitten. Now let’s see what other noises you can make.” he murmurs before he slams back into you forcefully. You moan loudly, your body rocking forward against the desk. The tension in your stomach was already dangerously close to snapping, a courtesy given to you by Seungcheol, leaving you barely hanging by a thread. Changkyun’s thrusts remain the same pace, railing you as hard as he could as he worked towards the release he knew was already built up. Your fingers tense, trying to grasp the desk as you poorly attempt to keep the sounds flying from your mouth down. A sharp clap rings out, your already sensitive skin burning furiously as his hand connects with the raw skin of your ass. 

“Choke back one more sound and I’ll bruise the other side. Let me hear how it sounds when I am filling you up, princess.” he growls, his thrusts coming faster. You moan loudly, partly from obedience and partly from the pleasure exploding in every cell of your body. His strokes continue, angling himself to hit all the right spots, and within minutes the structure of your release wobbles and collapses. You cry out, your head lolling back as you arch your back to push against him, clenching him tightly. Release slams into you, your body quivering almost violently as your third orgasm surges through you. Changkyun continues to pound into you, drawing your pleasure out longer. 

Once the waves subside, he slows down before coming to a stop, rolling his hips against your ass in a tease before leaning over slightly. He snakes a hand around your throat, pulling you up flush against his chest. “Next time” he grumbles “I want to hear my name spill from those slutty little lips.” He squeezes your neck tightly before releasing it and you shutter, your body still smoldering despite the orgasm that had just barely finished wrecking your body. He slides out of you, a small whimper of protest leaving you, and moves back as he reaches to turn you around. He lightly tugs your arm down, a signal that you need no explanation for. You drop obediently to your knees, your hands coming to rest on his thighs as you look up at him. He steps out of his clothing, tossing them to the side and smirks as he strokes himself softly, watching you with attentive eyes.  

“I’ve got something to help satiate the thirst you so clearly have, kitten. And don’t worry, there’s enough to fill you with after too.” he says, a catty, arrogance in his tone. “Open” He commands firmly and you oblige, parting your lips compliantly as he guides himself between them. You hum softly as you start to suck him slowly. You can feel his muscles tighten under your hands and you smirk, feeling a little arrogant. You swirl your tongue around the end of his head, flicking it over the apex lightly before sucking him a little harder as you slowly descend. You slide down until your face is flush with his pelvis, his cock nestled against the back of your throat. He groans before coiling both hands in your hair, his fingers wrapping tightly around the strands gathered in his fists. He thrusts his hips forward, the motion pushing his cock further into your mouth.

Your eyes hold his gaze, his jet black orbs dancing with a blaze of lust and dominance as he pulls back to push into your mouth, his pace picking up at the next stroke. He pulls himself almost all the way out before practically slamming into the back of your mouth. Your fingers curl against his thigh as his thrusts grow faster, the rough rhythm growing steadily. He hits your throat again, this time pulling your hair to hold you there as you gag forcefully. He groans louder this time and the sound echoes through you as it turns you over in its grasps. Another ache starts to form between your thighs as you gasp for air when he pulls out. He doesn’t give you but a few seconds to breathe before he’s back against your throat, pounding in and out before shoving himself as far into your mouth as he can to watch you choke, each gag more intense than the last. 

Your nails now dig into his skin, redness forming around them as tears start to form and seek escape down your face. His groans come more frequently, morphing into the most beautiful hisses and soft moans you’ve ever heard. The throbbing between your legs has grown considerably despite the absolute storm he was unleashed on your face. His pace grows erratic as he continues to crash against your mouth over and over. Your throat burns, a rawness settling in from the harshness of every dry heave you make mixing with the relentless pounding of his cock against it. The tears that formed originally never stopped forming, your face undoubtedly streaked with mascara. His hands tighten on your head, his sloppy strokes heightening before he collides with your throat one final time.His throws his head back as a long, low moan flows from his lips. You can feel his thighs shaking under your fingers before his hot, saltiness sprays into your mouth. You moan, the sound vibrating around him which causes him to jerk, thrusting against your face again. He keeps you firmly flush against his pelvis as his body twitches with his release.

You lift your eyes up to watch his face as the last waves of pleasure reside, leaving him breathless and panting. When he looks down, he catches your gaze and groans. “Drink up, kitten.” he commands as he pulls out, waiting to watch you drink him obediently. You drop your hands from his thighs before swallowing his load, holding your tongue out to show him almost proudly. He reaches down to grip your chin with his fingers, tilting your head upwards. The heat between your legs all but ignites threatening to catch and cause a wildfire as he stares deep into your eyes, a confident smirk dancing across his lips. He could see the lust glazing your eyes and he knew you wanted more.   

“Such a good girl you are.” he coos, your body melting but also revving up at the praise. He releases your chin and your eyes drop, noting the marks on his thigh. You grin slyly to yourself before he snaps your attention back to him. “Up” he tells you, his hand hooking under your elbow to help you stand. He stands in front of you, moving you backwards against the desk, lifting you slightly to set you on the edge of it. The ties of your dress drap from your waist, resting almost on the floor. The skirt of your dress sits hiked around your waist still, your bare ass sitting on the cool desk. He settles in front of you, your legs going around him instinctively as he nestles between them as you bring your hands to his waist.. His lips crash against yours, gentleness knowing no place with him as he flicks his tongue against your mouth. You part your lips, allowing him to slip inside. He moans softly as his tongue dances and plays, the taste of him in your mouth lingering. His hands come to tease your breasts, squeezing, tugging, and pinching in almost a frenzy. You roll your hips against him, anxiously waiting for him to be back inside you again. 

He pinches and tugs one of your nipples hard before swiping his hand across it forcefully, a small clapping sound echoing around you. You gasp into his mouth, the brief pain of the slap quickly morphing into arousal. You tighten your legs around him more, pulling him even closer to you, your bodies flush once again. A hand snakes up your chest and wraps around your throat and you moan against his mouth immediately as his thin fingers clamp around it. He squeezes it firmly as his kiss begins to turn sloppy. He wraps his free hand around your waist and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. You can feel him, now freshly hardened between you and you groan softly, the sound scattered between the dance of your tongues. He pulls back, the sound of his rapid breathing sending a shivering straight to your core. You bite your lips softly before trying to close the distance between your mouths once more only to be met with a low chuckle.  

“Needy, aren’t we, kitten?” He grins, the sight just another douse of fuel to the fire raging in your stomach. He backs up before taking a few strides to the chair pushed neatly against the desk. He sits down, slouching slightly before spreading his legs some. “You want it? Work for it.” His voice was strict as he pointed to his crotch, his erection inviting you to come sink down on it. You shiver from excitement, more than willing and ready to be filled with him again. You wanted to bury him as deep inside of you as you could all while making him come undone to you. You may have lost your little game, but you could still make him cum harder than he ever has before. You hop down from the desk and saunter over to him quickly, sliding into his lap eagerly. You position your legs around his as best you can before reaching between you to wrap your hand around him. You slide your hand up and down slowly, teasingly before you lift, lining him with your entrance, and sit down slowly. You take your time on your descent, reveling in the feeling of him filling you inch by inch before he bottoms out inside you. 

You moan as you settle on him rolling your hips instantly, refusing to waste time. His hands come to rest on your waist, tugging you in rhythm to help you along. You begin to buck your hips, increasing your pace as you grind against him, your hands resting against his chest. You lean forward, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as you begin to place needy kisses on his skin. You peck, nibble, and suck lightly on his skin, threatening to leave a mark, as you stop grinding against him and start to bounce. You slow down to a teasingly slow pace, your nips on his neck getting harder as you bite down a little more each time. He groans and his fingers dig into your skin harshly before he starts to buck up into you. You moan as he slams into you, your pace faulting as his own picks up. He thrusts upward hard and fast, pulling you down with every upward motion. Tension begins to coil in your stomach again as he hits your spot over and over. Your lips come off his neck as you bury your face into it, every moan of yours depositing straight into his ear. Each sound you make only encourages him. He moves faster, then harder and then faster again, the pleasure tightening more and more. You whisper his name softly as he slams into you again and he growls, the sound almost sending you over the edge. He whispers against your hair after, his strokes never breaking pace. “Louder. Say it louder. I want to hear you scream for me the same way you did for him, kitten.” 

Your body trembles as it reaches the edge of your release. You want to fight and make this last but you know it was only a matter of moments before it snaps and you fall right off into the swirling whirlpool of pleasure waiting for you. And you were right, the next time he guides you forcefully down onto him, you feel it snap. You cry out his name loudly, clenching him tightly as your body quivers while your fourth orgasm smashes through your body, draining you with every wave. Changkyun’s pace becomes erratic at the sight and sounds of your pleasure and his thrusts become sloppy and needy as he chases his own release. You moan at the feeling of him slamming into you, your body sensitive still as his fingers dig into you harder, pain shooting from under them as he groans, cursing under his breath before he reaches his own orgasm. You can feel his cock twitch before he lets go, filling you up with his warm, sticky cum. He gradually slows down little but little as the remnants of his orgasm slowly fade away. 

His grip on you releases and you sit for a moment, waiting for your breathing to return to normal before you slide off of him. You can feel a warmth begin to trickle down your leg but you say nothing. Instead you grab the fabric ties of your top and begin to tie them back in place to cover yourself then pull the bottom of your dress down to hopefully hide the trail dripping down your inner thigh. You watch as Changkyun sits up completely before standing. He walks to the pile of discarded clothes and steps into his pants, pulling his bottoms up and refastening them around his waist. He takes a few steps to the side where your purse lies open, the contents hanging out, and grabs your phone. His fingers fly across the screen before he’s walking towards you, phone in hand, then stopping arms reach away. He flips the phone out towards you with his hand. 

“If you ever need someone to love you when he’s gone, well ... you got my number” he says with a cheeky grin, the corners of his lips crinkling into a catty like curve before he winks at you. Changkyun turns around to scoop his shirt up and pulls it back on quickly, adjusting it as he slides between Seungcheol and the now open door, squeezing against the door frame to disappear out of sight, leaving you still dripping under the watchful gaze of your husband. 

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What Could He Do? Should Have Been a Father But he never even made it to his twenties

The title is deceivingly sad, I promise this is just some pure father's day fluff that just happens to be set in the Kraang apocalypse timeline. (Ao3)

Pairing: Donnie x Reader

TWs: None really, though it does take place in the kraang apocalypse

Happy Father's Day to everyone celebrating.

You often imagined these days in a world where the sun wasn’t bleeding red. Where the green trees still stood proud against the winds and the air was crisp with summer breezes. You imagined taking your daughter to the park where she would sit on her father’s shoulders and point at every little thing that caught her attention.

The view outside your window may not be the most inspiring sight, but truthfully all you needed today was your family. With them, you could pretend everything was all right.

“Mamma! Mamma!” Your daughter comes racing around the corner of the hall. When she reaches you she goes quiet, “Is papa asleep now?” Lenore asks with a whisper.

You smile warmly and nod. It had been a bit of a chore, but with a little convincing and literal dragging, you managed to pull your stubborn husband out of his lab for some much needed rest. Donnie claimed he wasn’t tired, but the moment his head hit that pillow he was out like a light. “Yes, he’s asleep right now.”

“Perfect.” Lenore grins and gets a gleam in her eye that matches her father’s perfectly. You really should have known you’d have two mad scientists running around. 

“My light, what are you planning?” You ask. 

Lenore grins, her eyes shining as she grabs your hand and begins pulling you down the hall. She pulls you down a familiar stretch and into the lab as the doors open with a hiss. She pulls you through the lab to a back corner, her little tail wagging the whole time.

When she finally lets go of your hand she speaks. “I found something and I wanna give it to papa today, but I needed him out of the lab.” She explains as she kneels down and grabs a box out from under her desk, which is messy with blueprints and parts. The box is worn but on it you can see your daughter’s handwriting. Papa Keep Out!

“What did you find?” You ask softly and curious.

Lenore freezes for a moment before turning with a sheepish grin. Now you’re slightly concerned. “Please don’t be mad, Mamma.” She pauses a moment before taking a breath and spitting it out like a curse. “But I went into the city.” 

Your eyes went wide. “You what? You know that’s incredibly dangerous. When did you? Why?”

“Cj was with me, we were fine.” Lenore says. 

“You’re both only 10 years old!” You exclaim, “You can’t run off on your own. And you know you’re now supposed to go into the city.”

“But if I didn’t I wouldn’t have found this!” Lenore explains and opens the box. “I think it might have been papa’s from… the Before.”

Your heart leaps into your throat and you choke on a gasp when you look down and see what was in the box. A million thoughts raced through your head trying to make sense of what you were seeing. Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks as your throat runs dry. “Shelldon?” 

The name is a broken whisper on your tongue as you kneel down next to your daughter to get a better look at the drone in the box. One of his rotors is missing and he looks incomplete, but it is, without a doubt, Shelldon. You thought you’d never see him again. Donnie had been in the middle of rebuilding him when the Kraang attacked. They had lost a lot of stuff from the lair that day, including Shelldon.

You gently pull the little drone out of the box and glance to your daughter for an answer. 

“I found him under the city. We were exploring. We were just looking for old tech, I wanted to bring something back for papa. We found this old place that looked like it was half caved in. I found the drone under some rubble. It looked like something papa would make, so I brought it back. I’ve been fixing it. I wanna surprise him with it.” Lenore explains as she twists and plays with her fingers.

You laugh as some happy tears slip down your cheeks and you rub your thumb over the little drone head. Your smile is bright as you look up and pull your daughter into a hug. “Oh my little light, you are full of surprises.”

Together the two of you work to fix the rest of Shelldon before Donnie wakes up from his forced nap. While working you share a few stories with your daughter about the little drone. She’s particularly fond of the one where Shelldon ran away to join the Purple Dragons. The stories only work to build Lenore’s excitement and she works fast, both eager to meet Shelldon and surprise her father. 

“Moment of truth.” Lenore whispers as she closes up the battery port and makes sure everything is in the right place. She nods to you, and you tentatively reach out and press the little on button. Slowly you see the glowing red eye “blink” open. You can’t school the grin on your face as Shelldon wakes up and looks at you.

“(Y/n)?” 

“Hey Shelly.” You smile and pet his head softly. His rotors jump to life as he speeds off the desk, nearly sending you stumbling backward as you catch him against your chest. 

“Mom!” It’s a hug you never believed you'd feel again as you hug your robotic son. When he pulls away and hovers in the air before you, his head tilts. “You’ve gotten older. So much older.” 

You nod. “Yeah a lot’s happened Shelly.” You gesture for your daughter to join your side. She steps closer with a shy grin. “But first I’d like to introduce you to Lenore. My daughter…your younger sister.”

Lenore waves and Shelldon’s eyes brighten as he swoops down to be face to face. “Woah!” He waves his front rotor. “Hi! I’m Shelldon.” Lenore’s grin grows as she too says hi.

Shelldon and Lenore hit it off immediately. Lenore is fascinated with the little drone and Shelldon asks Lenore lots of questions. It does funny things to your heart watching your son and daughter interact. 

“My little light, I’m going to go get your father now, are you ready?” You ask. Lenore nods her head enthusiastically. Shelldon’s rotors whirl with excitement as well. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” You laugh and step out of the lab.

Your heart is racing with excitement as you quickly travel the halls leading back to your room. When you get there the door is opening up and a still half asleep looking Donnie is stumbling out, but for the most part he looks well rested. 

“When you coerced me to bed I was under the impression that you’d be joining me.” He mumbles when he sees you.

You chuckle and straighten his mask. “Sorry Dove, I was helping Lenore with something.” 

He perks up a little at that. “Oh? Pray tell what it is you two were working on.” 

Shaking your head, you grin up at your husband. “I’m afraid that is a surprise our little light has put together for you. So if you would follow me, I’d told her I would retrieve you.” 

Donnie raises an eyebrow as your offered arm and follows you through the halls. He picks up on the familiar path to the lab right away. “Ah. Is that why you wanted me out of the lab so badly?” He teases.

“It was a part of it maybe, but you really did need the rest.” You shrug. “Killing two birds with one stone.” Donnie hums as you reach out at tap a few times against the door of the lab. You can hear your daughter’s hushed voice whispering before she calls out for you to enter and the doors slide open.

Lenore is standing there in the middle of the lab, her hands slipped into the pockets of her overalls and her goggles resting atop her head. She truly looks like a carbon copy of your husband. Hovering by her side is Shelldon who looks five seconds from running Donnie over.

Donnie has frozen stiff by your side as he sets his gaze on Shelldon. You can practically see the thoughts turning in his head and the emotions swirling in his eyes. “Shelldon?” Like you, the name is barely a whisper on his lips. “How?”

“Dee!” Shelldon shouts and races forward. Also like you, Donnie’s arms automatically wrap around the small drone. 

“How?” Donnie asks louder.

Lenore steps up to answer. “I found him. I had a feeling he was yours from the Before. So I fixed him up the past few weeks.” She explains.

Donnie’s eyes are wide as he looks between Lenore and Shelldon. His gaze falls back to you and you just smile and nod. “This was all your daughter, I had no idea until a few hours earlier.”

His grip tightens on Shelldon. “Shelldon. Shelldon.” All Donnie could do is repeat the name like a mantra, like he can’t quite believe it’s real. 

“I missed you too Dad.” Shelldon says, resting his head on Donnie’s shoulder. The two stay in silence for a moment as Donnie takes it all in. You stand beside Lenore with your hand on her shoulder as she watches the interaction while her tail wags. 

“You did good, my light.” You whisper to her. 

“I like seeing him happy. I like seeing you both happy.” Lenore says as she turns to you. You smile and bring her into a hug. When you part, Donnie has also let go of Shelldon to inspect the work Lenore did, to which Shelldon shows off with pride. 

Donnie glances at Lenore, who stands there beside you fiddling with her hands. He takes a step toward her and kneels down to pull her into a tight hug. “Thank you.” 

“Happy Father’s day, papa.” Lenore responds as she hugs him back just as tightly. Both you and Shelldon are pulled into the hug as well and the four of you hold onto each other tightly. Your family is one hundred percent complete now: your son and daughter in your arms and your husband holding you close. Peace is a rare treat these years, and you’re determined to hold onto this moment for as long as you can. 

Maybe you do dream about the memories you’ll never have: walks in the park with your children, lazy days in, board game nights, walking your daughter to her first day of school. But those will just be dreams. Right here and now is all you need.