#I wanna imagine cute precious things with him

[notmyiclea]

Okay so new plan: commission a Lucke fic. Now I just need to find a writer with open comms.....

[isatoru]

blue lock men get a little too excited and creative and also serious if you ask them the silly question "would you still love me if i was a worm?" btw

[unholyeverything]

I just realised tomorrow marks the 7ths week of me being sick and feeling like garbage lol It's some ups and downs but generally it's been a while since I've been healthy and none knows whats up which is nice.

[littlexdeaths]

precious - e.m.

y2k eddie munson x girly reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, spitting, eddie is a menace… but a cute one.

opposites attract masterlist

word count: 1k

a/n: another repost from my opposites attract series. i missed our feral, goblin boyfriend. so i hope you all enjoy xx.

He’s been in between your thighs for the better part of an hour, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers now long forgotten in the background.

You had gotten Eddie the box set earlier that day as a surprise gift. So of course, your boyfriend wanted to spend the whole day having a movie marathon. And you were more than happy to oblige.

But the only problem was you.

You in your short pleated skirt and pink top that seemed to leave very little to the imagination. You were driving him absolutely crazy, despite not meaning to.

The brunette somehow managed to make it through the first film without caving. But each time you shifted positions, your cotton candy perfume would engulf his senses completely. Reminding him how sweet you were, and just how bad he’d missed tasting you.

So could you blame him for being too distracted to appreciate the gift?

After popping the second film in the dvd player, you joined him back on the sofa. The darkness of the room concealing the boner he’s been struggling with for the past three hours.

So when his hand started drifting up your bare thigh, you didn’t think anything of it. That is until his fingers began tracing the outline of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin.

His head dips, lips grazing against the shell of your ear.

“We wants it, we needs it…”

Eddie’s voice had dropped an octave, gravely as he did his best impression of the creepy, crawly creature from the film.

You lightly smack his shoulder as he starts laughing, the sound filling the small room. But once he sees the look on your face he settles, nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry, sweetheart. Let me try that again,” he hums as his lips trail further down to your collarbone, nipping lightly at your skin.

A small gasp leaves you as he begins sucking, tingles shooting straight to your core.

“Wanna taste you, doll… can I?” He asks, his voice just as deep as before— but the silliness of the previous moment is gone.

Only desperation laces his tone as his fingers slip underneath your panties. The male groans at the wetness he finds, the sound leaving you a little breathless.

“Please,” you whine, lips jutting out in a small pout.

That’s the only answer he needs before he’s detaching himself from you. Grinning mischievously as he slides off the sofa, working himself between your thighs. Your panties are removed almost haphazardly, making you giggle at his eagerness.

Eddie quickly tosses your legs over his shoulders, diving in immediately. Despite how eager he seemed, he slowly dragged his tongue through your soaked folds. Your boyfriend wanted to take his time, to savor each and every drop you were giving him.

Flash forward to almost an hour later, your fingers are tangled in his dark curls as he continues to lap at your overly sensitive cunt. Eddie was being a tease, getting you closer and closer to the edge before slowing down again.

It was his turn to drive you absolutely crazy. While simultaneously turning you into a needy mess under his skillful tongue. He suddenly pulls back for a moment, the glow from the tv highlighting the juices smeared across his chin.

The male gathers some of it on his fingers, eagerly sucking the digits into his mouth with a deep growl.

“Mmm, my precious.”

Before you have time to scold him he’s back between your thighs, a crazed cackle leaves him as he sucks harshly on your clit. Eddie eagerly slips those same fingers that were just in his mouth, back inside you. He curls them up to brush against your sweet spot, causing you to cry out as he increases his pace.

Any semblance of taking things slow is now thrown out the window, as he licks and sucks at you like a starved animal. Your fingers find their way back into his hair, nails digging into his scalp.

“That’s it, such a good. fucking. girl.” He growls each word pointedly, thrusting his fingers in tandem with his vulgarity.

Your walls clench harder around the digits due to his praise, greedily grinding your hips down against them. A whimper escapes you as he leans back, spitting onto your already soaked pussy. But he doesn’t give you much time to process as his tongue begins to mix his salvia with your slick.

He slides a third finger into your tight heat, the sounds of your arousal now over powering the film still playing on the television. Your body is buzzing as your thighs begin to tremble around his head.

“Squeezing me so tight, baby, fuck. You gonna cum for me?” His voice is muffled as he puts more pressure on your swollen clit.

And in that moment, you can’t find the words to answer him— only a high pitched moan leaves your lips.

Eddie chuckles against you, the vibrations bring you that much closer to the edge. Your hips begin to buck up wildly, desperate for that promise of release.

But your boyfriend is quick to force them back down with his free hand. Preventing any further squirming as he drills his fingers into your needy cunt, taking everything he’s giving you in stride.

“Gimme all your cum, sweetheart,” he groans deeply, finding yourself unable to hold back anymore.

After being edged for the better part of an hour, your body convulses as you finally fall over that precipice. Crying out his name repeatedly as he continues to work you through the most intense orgasm he’s ever given you.

Your body suddenly slumps against the sofa, completely spent. A soft whine leaves your lips as you tug on his disheveled curls to lift his head. His dark eyes lock with your half lidded ones, that mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Eddie gladly crawls his way up your body to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue, your juices now smeared across your chin.

You can feel the sticky, warm denim of his jeans pressing against your thigh. The sudden realization has you giggling into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he hums, “Precious is pleased?”

[ghoulphile]

I just read one where somebody was talking about how the ghoul would be able to smell if the reader was on her period and on another note…imagine if he could smell that she’s aroused by him. him telling her to cut that shit out and her being like what are u talking about????

“pheromones, sweetheart. ain’t a man in the wasteland who can’t smell ya right now, ghoul or otherwise” 🫢

ok ok ok but hold up!!! that is one of my fave tropes for ghouls besides the whole marking with cum to stop ferals 🥴 my personal hc is that ghouls have enhanced senses so better everything.

maybe you’ve gotta rub one out while you’re traveling together bc you just can’t help it anymore - you’ve been clenching your thighs and shifting and trying to ignore it but if you hope to get any sleep, you’re gonna have to take matters into your own hands.

you’re quiet as a mouse, perfunctory in how you play with your clit and fuck yourself with your fingers. you wanna be as quick and efficient as possible. after all, he’s on the other side of the blown out wall after all, murmuring to dogmeat and stoking the camp fire.

the most you’ll allow yourself are these little hitching breaths, praying the slick sound of you playing with yourself isn’t audible among the noise of wasteland nights. and when you finally cum with a bitten of choke of breath, stumbling on weak knees to plop across from him, he barely glances your way.

his face might tilt oddly but he doesn’t say anything so you think you get away with it. and because you think you’re sly, you start doing this pretty regularly. every time ends the same, you sitting across from him sweaty and buzzing with satisfaction, him quietly contemplating you before turning his attention away.

except… you push too far eventually.

you’d slunk your way back to the campsite after riding your fingers, slick still stuck in the creases of your knuckles (you wiped them clean, or rather as clean as you could in the middle of the wasteland, but tattered rags only do so much). the flames of a low banked fire dance in the abyss of his eyes with a firefly glow. his stare is more intense than ususal, and you fluster.

fuck. he knows. doesn’t he?

then he’s asking you to hand him something, and you do - only for him to strike rattlesnake quick. rough fingers drag over the delicate skin of your wrist, digging into your thudding pulse point.

“what-“ your wide eyes snap up to his, and you shake your hand. his grip is like steel. “let go!”

“see, funny thing is, i don’ think you really want me ta.”

“the hell is that supposed to mean?”

a sound rumbles from his chest, full of grit and gravel; bourbon heat. “don’ play coy with me lil girl. i’ve been smellin’ how wet you get for days.”

your heart stops, eyes squeezing shut and face turning away. his gaze lingers like a physical caress as it drags down your cheek, snagging on the tuck of your lip between your teeth.

he laughs, rusty and mean. “oh, sweetie, you think i ain’t noticed by now? didn’t hear all those precious lil sounds you made? that’s real cute.”

“i-i’m…”

sorry.

“how’s about you give me a practical demonstration, yeah?”

he tugs at your wrist, brings your hand close to his face. you feel the puff of his breath. the slick drag of his tongue as he laps at the webbing between your fingers, chasing after the remnants of your slick.

“think i’m owed that much for all the teasin’.”

[joonipertree]

Pro-racer!Jiro x insecure!reader

drabble that started it all

the smut that isn't done yet but will be uploaded at some point

Thank u everyone who asked for a part 2, it motivated me a lot i hope u like this as much as i do!

When you heard the door of your apartment open, your body stiffened. It hadn't been that long since Mikey left, only 5 pm and he said he'd be back by ten so it confused you. But you didn't get up from under your blanket, didn't run out and hug him in greeting. You stayed silent and still, wondering maybe it was your imagination and then morbidly thinking an intruder got in. You wouldn't want an intruder to come in but Mikey just wasn't someone you wanted to see in that moment.

An exasperated sigh left Mikey’s lips but he was stubborn if anything so your body went deeper into the mattress from his body weight. He peppered you with kisses like he always did and your body relaxed under the onslaught of affection. Your head cleared for the first time in the last hour and every second you were in his presence was enough to assure you of his love. But the image of the comments flashed in your head, so easily. People saying that he and the model looked good together, that they would make a pretty couple, that it made sense. And as much as you wanted to deny it, you knew that there was a reason people were saying it. Of course there was, you had eyes. And the question that was begging to get out of you sat on your tongue like a weight. 

And with some difficulty, you unstuck your tongue from the roof of your mouth and spoke with every fiber of your body protesting against it. 

“Why are you dating me?”

The silence that followed was deafening and felt like a burial for your emotions. You didn’t know what you wanted him to say, second guessing your worries and your thoughts. Eating your words would have been easier, shutting up would probably keep the remnants of your relationship together. Of course, your relationship didn’t feel like it was on its last leg but love was blind wasn’t it? People hid secrets easily enough. And the question in your head wasn’t necessarily if he loved you but couldn’t he love someone better?

“Your laugh gets squeaky when you giggle for too long.”

A pause. You still couldn’t look at him. 

“The way you talk about your favourite characters is filled with so much passion and nuance, I know for a fact that that doesn’t just apply to them. You do a cute thing where you break eye contact with me when you stare at me for too long, we’ve been together for four years. You annoy me every day when I don’t pay attention to you and then take your revenge by eating my food.”

Your eyes were blurry from the unshed tears that threatened to break free and all Mikey could do was kiss your cheek as he continued his list. 

“Your hands are very small in mine and you give me extra meat on my plate when you think I’m not looking and you pat babu on his headlights like he’s precious to you. You complain about having to take care of a big baby like me but do it anyway. And you cackle every time you put my hair in pigtails like it's the most evil plan. We spent fifteen minutes the other day doing basic math when tryna bake something and ended up getting flour everywhere. What a silly question for you to ask, honey.” 

You sniffled and let him turn your head so you could see the crinkling of the corner of Mikey’s eyes and the gentle smile he reserved for only you. And as much as you wanted to let it go then and there, your fist still punched his shoulder, albeit with no strength in it. 

“Then why was your face so close to that model, you jackass?” Another fist landed on his chest but he didn’t budge at all, cradling your face that didn’t wanna venture too far away from his hand. “I get that she’s pretty but you can’t just do that to me!! Am I not enough? Do you think it’s fine cuz it's a photoshoot? Cuz no! I don’t like it at all!!! You fucker! You piece of shit!”

Mikey sighed, closing his eyes for a second before saying, “it’s not what it looks like.”

The scripted sounding line made you see red as your foot kicked him almost reflexively in the stomach. He fell back onto the bed, legs and arms spread as he groaned at the impact. You took the chance to get up and begin walking out of the room. 

“I know it looks bad but genuinely! Not what you think it is!” 

The pillow you threw at him shut him up real quick and he was left laying there in a disgruntled ball. The door slammed shut behind you as you stomped your way into the guest bedroom, closing with less intensity as your anger fizzled out as soon as you went inside. You sat down on the bed, the photo burned into your retina and every single comment going through your head like you’re scrolling through your phone at that exact moment. 

After half an hour, the door to the room opened and mentally cursed yourself for forgetting to lock it. This didn’t change the position you were in, a small ball of pity on one corner of the bed. There were two thumps on the side table next to you and after some shuffling, the door opened and closed. You waited five minutes before peeking from your blanket. A glass of water sat on the table along with your phone, precariously placed in your direction. You looked around and saw the room being empty before you chugged the water down. 

Your phone pinged with a notification from Mikey’s instagram. He posted something while the two of you were in an active fight? That bitch-

You picked up your phone, stared at your lockscreen of Mikey and you with your cheeks pressed together and opened his page despite yourself. It was a video with the caption ‘thanks for sending this @luvrboisanzu’. The video played on its own, a few seconds before the camera had captured the photo that had caused this whole ordeal. The model was seen hovering behind him, leaning down with her hand stretching out towards his face. There was no hesitance in Mikey’s hand shooting up and grabbing her wrist, glaring at her before glaring at the director telling him to ‘let her’.

“It’s just for the camera! People will love it!” The old man persisted before Mikey stood up from his seat. 

“I’m taken and I’m bored. We must have enough by now, right?” Mikey’s hands were tucked into the pockets of his dress pants, eyes sharp and steady. 

“Oh come on, a few more won’t hurt right? Think of your fans---” The director pushed on and the air around Mikey changed immediately. It grew more stifling, his eyes narrowing at the man. 

Silence, no one knew what to say before Ken-chin brought over Mikey's jacket. Mikey began leaving, ignoring the stammering staff members that were asking him to stay. 

“Oof,” a sound came from behind the camera and you instantly recognized it as Haruchiyo, “dude bro really shouldn't have pushed it.” 

And the video ended.

You stared at the screen for a second, noticing the little red circle on his profile. You clicked it without thinking, the video that played took a second for you to process. 

Sanzu had posted it on his story and tagged @bikerboi_manjiro, Mikey had shared it on his story. The main focus was Mikey, his hair up in a ponytail while he played patty cake with someone that you instantly realised was you off camera. The memory was clear in your head, from a few months ago when you were on the sidelines watching haru fuck around with Mikey under the guise of a makeover. His nails were painted metallic silver, his nose was grazed with blush and he had graphic liner adorning his eyes. 

The main problem with filming was his lack of attention span and inability to sit still. So he'd often just move around or eat the snacks or bound over to you for your affection. In this instance, the two of you were bored and ended up just stuck in a long game of patty cake. 

Mikey, in the video, watched your hands fumble and grinned brightly before grabbing your hands in his. You remembered how flustered you had gotten from his stare, you two had been together for a long time but his gaze still felt too much to you at times. Mikey broke down laughing seeing you all blushy, eyes squeezing shut and leaning closer towards you. 

The story left your screen and you were left with a swirl of emotions which you could only describe as embarrassed, awed and grateful. As well as just a tiny bit pissed that he thinks that he could post himself being cute and you'd walk out the door back into his arms?? He was right, of course. But it still pissed you off.

So you dragged your ass out of the guest room and instantly noticed his napping form on the living room couch. Mikey's head was against the couch cushion, eyes closed and hair spread out like a halo. 

And without much warning, you plopped yourself on his lap. His eyes instantly shot open, instantly focused on you as you made yourself comfortable on your seat. Mikey's arms went around your waist, soothing your back with his large hand as you laid your head on your shoulder.

“Sorry for kicking you….and punching you….and doubting you.” You whispered.

Mikey snorted, “couldn't have asked for a better kick. And it's fine, I would've kicked myself too if I could. Sorry it came to this.” 

“I shouldn't have thought you would do anything with another person….you never gave me a reason to believe that.” You squeezed him against you as much as you could, letting him soak in your warmth.

“You're always so hard on yourself, you know that? Always think the worst of yourself. Which is very annoying when I look at you and I see the best person I could possibly be with. I really don't think you understand how lucky I am to be dating you.” Mikey whispered, placing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder, letting you melt into him.

“I'm just me.” You whined, too focused on his lips on your skin than your words.

“And you are something that is so rare and precious that it's a miracle I found you. You think I can walk down the street or go into a photo shoot and find someone like you? I could spend lifetimes searching and not get close, yet here you are…in my lap.” Manjiro's kisses had turned into light nibbling , hand curling so that the back of his nails could graze your spine, causing you to shiver.

“You're a very silly little baby aren't you, honey? Having these silly thoughts. You don't need to stress your pretty head about it, no not at all.” Mikey spoke gently, voice soft and buttery. And you just whined into his shoulder, letting his words fog up your brain and close your eyes.

Mikey's long fingers made their way into your hair, scratching your scalp enough for your nerves to come alive and cause shivers run down your back. His nails reached the nape of your neck and a little whimper forced its way out of your throat. 

“Mh-hm.” Mikey hummed, rocking from side to side. Your head was stuck in a dream-like state, body melted against his own with barely any thoughts left. 

“Jiro.” You whined, feeling overwhelmed. Your boyfriend only chuckled, playing with the hem of your shorts, asking for permission. And oh, you wanted him so badly.

[binsito]

skz and dirty talk - like their fav phrases or something??

(i absolutely adore your writing btw, keep up the good work!! 🫶)

thank you sm lovie!! so glad you like my writing!! ♡ hope u like this, i literally had about twenty mental break downs imagining how hot this would be 😵‍💫

bangchan: there's days where he spits straight filth at you or days when he just wants to call you his little princess. he's the kind of guy that cannot stop rambling on and on during sex about whatever is on his mind. he's very vocal and open about his pleasure. "f-fuck princess.. you love daddy's cock hm? s'good i-i dont wanna pull out.." he whines into your neck. he gets so weak and turns into putty when he's inside you. lee know: he likes watching your ears turn red and have you squirm under his gaze. he'll be out with you at dinner with friends and would lean over to whisper the most absurd thing you could ever imagine in a public setting.

"this place is so boring.. just wanna bend you over on this table and fuck you raw right now.."

he would make you so flustered because what if someone heard? how shameless of him to want these people to watch you get fucked over their dinner. changbin: he likes to come up to you from behind while you're doing mundane house chores like laundry or dishes. he knows it'll make you drop whatever you're doing, running his hands up your sides and even giving your ass a little squeeze. "such a shame you aren't in bed with me right now baby.. i could have my mouth all over you.." fuck the dishes, your binnie is needy and wants you in the sheets! you can deal with cleaning later, that's least important at the moment. when he gets you in bed, he loves to boast about how his cock is going to split you and how you shouldn't neglect him again because he always fucks you so good. hyunjin: "gonna fuck you silly.. like my little slut.. full of my cum." when he's feeling you wrap your pussy around his cock, he can't stop the vile shit leaving his pretty mouth. he just loves leaving you full of him, making you hold every last drop and making sure you don't waste any of his precious cum. he'll degrade you, sure - but he wants you to know he doesn't really mean it afterwards while he's giving you aftercare. he loves his little baby so much and just wanted to make her orgasm hard. you think his versatility is sexy and definitely do cream around him, shaking at the sensation. jisung: "let me taste you, baby girl please.." jisung does not care the time or place, if he wants to bury his face in your cunt, he will succeed in doing so. you could be out with friends, in a fitting room, at home - not a single fuck is given. standing, sitting, bent over, he is not picky, he just wants to play with your cute clit and lap at you hungrily. do him a favor and spread your legs for him, please ♡? he gets impatient easy and feels no embarrassment when he pulls you aside to the nearest restroom. felix: you'd be the one to initiate the dirty talk, whispering in his ears how you're not wearing any panties under your dress. his cute eyes would get blown out as his breath hitches, he couldn't believe you were being soo naughty ♡

"i don't think i'd be able to hold myself back if you keep this up baby.." he warns you, but you don't want him to hold back. quite the opposite actually. you want him to whisk you away, forget about this holiday party, get in the car and drive home as fast as possible. although poor lixie couldn't wait to get home so he just took you in the back of his car, delighted to see your cunt ready to play under your silky dress.

seungmin: "i can't wait to fucking use you." seungmin is very dominant, he was tired of you being such a brat lately and was going to teach you a lesson. why couldn't you just be a good girl and wait for him to get home? you kept sending him tempting messages while he was away and he had enough. the video of you touching yourself while calling out to him made him stiffen uncomfortably in his pants. it was his absolute breaking point, you better prepare your pussy because he will not be going easy on you. jeongin: "wanna fuck you while you wear this, baby" he had come home with a bag in hand, pulling out the cutest lingerie set you'd ever seen. it was light pinky and frilly, crotchless for easier access and the thong was so teeny that it made you chuckle. the bra was completely see through and when you put it on, he salivated at the sight of your hard buds poking through the mesh. he fucked you face down into the bed while holding your arms behind your back. unfortunately, he was so hasty that he ended up ruining the set, ripping the delicate fabric. he didn't care though, he had bought an extra set because he knew this would happen.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[getosbigballsack]

Just imagine getting punishment and having sex with Yakuza Gojo inside the bathroom.

Nothing you love more than to feel your husband's hands caressing your soft, subtle skin beneath the shower.

His lips moving along side your neck, tasting every drop of water from the shower, breathing in the scent of your cinnamon flavored body wash, hands fondling and gropping your soft tummy.

And his cock, hard and rubbing between your wet backside, you just needed him. "Daddy, please fuck me," you muttered impatiently, only to receive a firm slap on the plush skin of your stretched marked ass and his teeth sneaking into your neck.

"What did I say about begging?" He asked, his hand connecting with your ass once more, watching as the skin rippled from the impact. Your body jolts from the harsh slap, hips thrusting back against his as you cry out in pain. "Mhm... what did I say about being impatient?"

"Good... *slap* Ah! Good girls don't beg unless... unless Daddy wants her to. *slap* Mhm ah! Good g- girls should all... always be patient and wait for Daddy to give her *slap* her reward," you stuttered in response.

He smirked and pulled away from you, "That's right," he mumbled as he pushed you up against the cold and foggy bathroom shower glass. Your nipples grew hard from the cold sensation seeping through your body. "So why are you testing my patience?" You had already pissed him off earlier by walking in on his important meeting, and when he asked you to leave, you were just so rude and out of order. Almost throwing a tantrum for no reason.

He was going to scold you about and let you off with a warning, but then you had to go ahead and did something he taught you not to do unless he ask. You deserve a bit of punishment.

It's a bit normal for you to get punished. People thought that being a Yakuza's wife meant that you could easily get away with minor things. But that's far from the truth because one thing your husband taught you, even the simplest fuck up can get you in trouble.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, but knowing him, you know, sorry is not good enough. You weren't being Yakuza Gojo’s good chubby wife, so now he has to punish or, let's say, reward you with maybe five spanks on each ass cheek.

"Count," and that word had you trembling before he even began. The first slap had your whimpering. The second slap had tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. The third slap had you crying out for him. It was already too much for you, and he only spanked your left butt cheek thus far.

"Daddy, I'm sorry *slap* four, I'm sorry," you cried out.

"Mhm... next number," he said as he soothed his hand over your ass before delivering another spank. You cried, butt cheeks clenching tightly in hopes to soothe the pain. But you know it's useless, not when he's already moving onto your right butt cheek, to deliver another set of fives.

By the time he was done, he could see his hand prints marking the surface of your skin and those tiny welts forming. Your ass felt raw from his spanking, and it stung too due to the water from the shower connecting with your ass.

"I'm sorry daddy," you said once more, feeling his hands caressing your swollen tender ass before parting your butt cheeks to get the most perfect and precious view of that perfect fat cute cunt.

"I hear you," is what he said before lining up his cock with your aching entrance. "But no apologies accepted, baby. Daddy has to ensure that his adorable wife learns her lesson, yes. Don't you wanna be daddy’s good girl again?"

"Yes, I want to be daddy’s good girl."

"Then relax and take your punishment," he said before pushing his cock pass the tight rings of your pussy, thrusting deeply until his cock was poking at your cervix. "Oh, and you won't get to cum ok."

God, I just love Yakuza Gojo.

[hitchyboi]

Dating Havik Headcanons #1

Y'ALL OKAY THIS IS FOR MEEEEEEE XD I NEED MORE HAVIK AND GOD DAMNIT I'LL PROVIDE IT IF NO ONE ELSE WILL!

Oki thank you~

Content Warning- It's Havik. Gore, Blood, Violance, Self Mutilation, one small NSFW bit, Swearing (That's just me)

Cuteness aggression to the max. He can't help it, his partner is so precious when he's hugging them all he can imagine is squeezing them until their ribs break and pierce their lungs. If he's caressing their face, they can feel the way his fingers twitch, itching to dig his nails into their soft flesh.

He chews and bites. A lot. After Scorpion burned his face off he realized his ability to just straight bite things got easier without skin in the way. Will hug his partner from behind and chew on their hair cause he likes the texture. Cuddling? Random bites the entire time and they range from light and playful to you think he's genuinely trying to eat you sometimes. He isn't, kinda. Just likes biting.... Sometimes he may be trying to take an actual bite. Romantic Cannibalism.

His name has become a confusing mix of a disgust and comfort. If anyone ever calls him Dairou he gets insanely mad, remembering his life in Seido in the lowest caste and all the dictatorship over his life. Yet when his partner calls him his name... its almost like a comforting blanket he's never felt being wrapped around him. He doesn't have to be Havik, Cleric of chaos and symbol of anarchy. He can let himself relax for a moment, his worries can drift away for another day. With his partner... he can just be Dairou.

Surprisingly he is a good cook. Now his method of cooking may be a bit... unorthodox. You don't really know what he's cooking with. Or how he even got it in the first place. But give him some meat, herbs and spices and a fire. He'll be able to roast up a good tasting meal.

Has issues with monogamy. Not being faithful part but more the idea of having fidelity forced onto him? He doesn't like the idea of rules or societal norms re-shackling him after he's gained his freedom. If his partner is fine with polyamory or having an open relationship, great. If his partner isn't comfortable, communicating it as a personal preference and comfort level would gain more an understanding reaction from him rather than telling him he needs too.

Man's comfortable as hell in his relationship and partner. Would never tell his partner what they can or can't do or wear cause fuck that shit. You wanna go to a club wearing a sexy ass outfit and show yourself off? He's your hype man. Go out nude, he'd support it.

Will kill a man if someone messed with his partner.

Has killed a man for messing with his partner.

Has a habit of mutilating himself at the most random of times. Almost like the habit of cracking one's knuckles he starts to feel stiff and really uncomfortable if he hasn't snapped or torn a part of his body for a while.

His partner will have to force this man to put on a shirt if they are going out in Earthrealm. He doesn't understand the social norms of Earthrealm and frankly... he doesn't give a shit to learn. He'll eventually put on a shirt if his partner insists for their own comfort

Has tried to fight police officers, many times.

Getting this man to properly bath himself is a hassle on its own. He grew up in a way where bathing was a luxury few could afford so self care isn't something he's well versed or keen on. If his partner insists that they'd join him in the bath or shower then eventually they'll be able to pull his grimy ass into the water. Once he is in the water however, good luck getting him back out.

Lil NSFW~ Any marks his partner makes on his body during night time fun will always be saved on his body. He'll never fully heal them up, scars are like a badge on honor to this man. Now he gets to walk around with more scars and scars that his partner placed on his body from how well he was fucking their brains out.

[kpoptrashibnida]

First Time Dad

A/N: Sorry for the crap title, but I couldn't think of anything better lol this is really just my brain rot. I am in love with this man and I was just imagining him as a father thanks to this episode. I don't want kids but I'd pop them out for this man. ANYWAY, before I get weirder, here is a quick little ramble of how I think it would go if Wooyoung was your husband, you guys had a baby and the rest of ATEEZ became uncles. I did not proofread lol and this is essentially like fluff or slice of life. Happy reading!

It had been a long day full of practice and Wooyoung was exhausted. The whole time he was at work, he was thinking of the precious person waiting for him at home. He was soon going to be taking some time off, so he needed to work overtime for now in order to make up for the time he is going to miss in the near future. He quickly leaves the practice room as soon as he can, slightly bumping into San on his way out, making the rest of the members giggle at his haste. He drove to the agency today because he wanted to make sure he got home as soon as possible after work was done, with no stalls along the way. He had placed an order for online pickup, since he knew his precious person was most likely going to be tired and he didn’t want them to cook. 

Wooyoung felt giddy as he opened the door to his house, expecting to see his precious person walking around, ready to greet him. He was met with silence and a dimly lit house. He instantly panicked but quickly calmed himself down, placing the food on the kitchen counter and walking around to look for his precious person. He could hear muffled voices coming from the living room and he figured you were there. He quietly walked over and peeked his head into the living room. The sight before him warmed his heart and pulled a huge smile on his face. 

There you were, his precious person, sound asleep on the couch. Your left hand placed over your belly, your wedding ring glistening with the light of the television playing in the background. You were surrounded by baskets of laundry, a mountain of unfolded clothes next to you. His heart ached at seeing you in this condition. You were tired and no matter how many times he told you to take it easy, that he could hire help to take some of the burden off of you, you insisted you were fine.

He quietly got up and picked up the water glass that was on the coffee table, as well as the bowl of chips. He walked to the kitchen and quietly washed the few dishes that were on the sink. He quickly wiped down the counters and sweeped the floor before heading to the master bedroom and taking a quick shower. He sweated a lot during practice and he was sure he smelled bad.

He went back out to the living room and saw that you were still sleeping on the couch. He plated your dinner and placed it on the coffee table, and cleared the baskets of laundry to avoid getting any of it dirty. He sat next to you and softly kissed your temple.

“Baby… wake up.” He lowly murmured near your ear, placing another soft kiss on your temple.

You didn’t stir or budge and Wooyoung felt a pang of guilt seeing how exhausted you really were.

“Baby… wake up… dinner is ready.” He says again, his pointer finger tracing the curve of your cute button nose. You still wouldn’t budge and he decided to do the thing he knew for sure would wake you up. 

He placed a kiss on your belly and laid his head on it, but not the full weight so he wouldn’t crush his baby.

“Peanut, wanna kick mommy awake?” He playfully spoke to the belly, blowing a soft raspberry on it, knowing that his Peanut would move around. 

He got what he wanted because he saw Peanut move around in the belly, their little feet creating a weird bump on the belly.

“Wooyoung?” You mumbled as you stirred awake, Wooyoung and Peanut were already an unstoppable team, getting exactly what they wanted. 

“Hi noona. Dinner is ready.” He said, wiping the sleepiness from your eyes.

You stirred awake and looked disoriented, looking around for your phone.

What time is it?” You asked, sitting upright and noticing that the laundry had been put away and the remainder had been folded and placed in the laundry basket. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, sounding sad as you looked at the food in front of you and the clean house.

“Why are you sorry?” Wooyoung asked, baffled, hating the sad expression in your eyes.

“Because I wanted to be productive! I wanted you to get home to a clean house, a cooked meal and I wanted to put Peanut’s clothes away in the nursery. But I got so tired! And I was going to take a small break on the couch and watch this new crime docuseries but I fell asleep. And now you get home tired after working all day, and you had to clean.” You explain on the verge of tears.

“Baby! Don’t say that! You were being very productive! You are making sure Peanut is safe and keeps growing! That’s more work and more tiring than anything I could ever do! Please don’t say that! And I told you I would put Peanut’s clothes away tomorrow since I’ll be off work. Peanut is almost going to join us, so I really want you to take it easy. Okay?” Wooyoung softly reprimanded. He couldn’t believe you were being this hard on yourself. 

“What if you get annoyed with me?” You basically whimpered, shattering Wooyoung’s heart.

“Noona! Don’t say such silly things! I could never get annoyed with you! You are the most important person in my life! And you are going to give me the second most important person in my life. How could I ever, in my right mind, get annoyed with you? I love you more than I can comprehend.” He reassured you, cradling your face in his hands and placing a firm kiss on your lips. 

“Now, I know for a fact that you and Peanut are hungry. Let’s eat before the food gets cold.” He instructed, handing you your plate and utensils. You spent the rest of the night cuddled up and happy with eachothers company.

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“Hurry! Close the elevator door!” Mingi instructed exasperatedly, annoyed that everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. 

“Calm down Mingi! We are moving as fast as we can.” Hongjoon reprimanded, trying to get the group calm because right now they are all a ball of nervous energy and he did not want to bring it into the hospital room. 

“Everyone calm down! We can’t go in there and disrupt noona and Peanut!” Seonghwa instructed and that seemed to do the trick.

“I can’t believe Wooyoung is a dad.”  Jongho said, not believing he was going to meet his baby.

They all got off the elevator and sped walked to the room Wooyoung told them they were in. Hongjoon worried they overdid it with all the flowers, balloons and stuffed teddies, but the guys were all excited and he didn’t have the heart to tell them to cut back. They arrived at the door and knocked softly, anxiously awaiting a response.

“Come in.” They heard Wooyoung say on the other side of the door. Hongjoon took a deep breath and opened the door, the members instinctively getting in a single file line to enter the room. 

“Hi!” Wooyoung greeted the members as they walked in quietly, their heads instinctively looking at you laying on your bed, a small bundle wrapped in your arms. 

The members walked over to Wooyoung, handing the gifts to him.

“Guys, meet our little girl, Woojin.” You shared with the group, giggling when they all bursted out in cheers. You and Woouyoung decided to find out the gender of your baby upon birth and it was a surprise to everyone.

 “Can we please hold her?” San asked, his eyes staring at the small baby in awe.

“Yes but you all have to wash your hands.” Wooyoung instructed, watching the members run to the sink in the bathroom that was connected to the hospital room. 

“Guy behave! We are in a hospital!” Hongjoon said, exasperated, not believing his eyes. He was also excited to hold Woojin but he knew how to behave in a hospital. 

The guys quieted down but there was still a low murmur of excitement as they washed their hands one by one, San making sure he was the first one to hold her. Wooyoung took the baby from your arms and carefully placed her in San’s arms, instructing him how to hold her head. The rest of the members scurried over and huddled around San an Woojin, all marveling at the cute little baby in his arms. 

“San, are you crying?” Mingi teased, seeing the tears well up in the man’s eyes. 

Hongjoon smacked his arm in warning, knowing it wasn’t the time to tease. 

“He’s emotional because he was Wooyoung’s first wife.” You tease and they all erupt in laughter, including San.

Wooyoung sits next to you on the bed as he watches the members take turns sitting on the chair and holding your baby girl. She was watching the men with curiosity, not understanding that her life was about to be filled with so much love from all her uncles.

You lay your head on your husband’s shoulder, holding his hand and smiling at the sight in front of you.

“She is going to be very spoiled, isn’t she?” You ask, humor lacing your words.

“Spoiled rotten.” Wooyoung confirmed, placing a short kiss to your smiling lips.

“You did such a great job honey.” Wooyoung praised you. “Thank you for making me a father and giving me a beautiful daughter.” He kisses you one more time, this time a little bit deeper.

“Get off her, she just had a baby.” Yunho teases and you break away from Wooyoung with a laugh.

“I guess Woojin is going to get a sibling much sooner than we thought.” Yeosang jokes, earning a glare from your husband. 

“When can we sleep over?” San asks, you know he is serious about it too.

“If you guys want to be on diaper duty, you can sleep over as soon as we get released.” You said thinking that would be a deterrent for them but to your surprise, they all agreed.

You laughed at their eagerness, your heart filling with warmth at the knowledge that your daughter’s life is going to be full of so much love and care. 

“Mina and I are more than willing to babysit wherever you guys need a date night out.” Seonghwa informed the two of you, which wasn’t a surprise since Mina became a close friend of yours since she started dating Seonghwa.

“We’d love that.” Wooyoung agreed, loving the support from his friends, no, his family.

“I want to babysit too!” Mingi and San complained at the same time, which then resulted in a slight argument on who would be the first to babysit after Seonghwa and Mina.

“This is going to be the rest of our lives.” You sighed happily, in love with your husband and in love with your family. Life was great and it was going to get better.

[2demondogs]

Pet Name Headcanons | Arthur, Dutch, Hosea

A/N: Gender-neutral reader. I wanna do these for most of the gang but didn't know a good "grouping" so I went with the old guard fellas first. GIF cred: 1 / 2 / 3.

Sweetheart, honey, sugar, pretty lady / handsome man, my girl / man, sunshine, moonshine for flavor, physical traits (freckles, shortstack, etc.)

It leaves a weird taste in Arthur's mouth to be less than genuine about these things. If it doesn't fit you, he won't say it. If it isn't the right time, he won't call you a nickname. If he doesn't feel particularly struck by affection-- he won't say anything just to be cute.

The right time to him is usually when you're alone or around company you both trust. If you're upset or hurt, he'll lay it on extra thick because he feels useless with verbal comfort and it helps communicate that he cares.

His catalogue isn't too broad, and he tends to stick with casual, but overall sweet pet names.

He'll probably get used to anything you call him, but I can't imagine he'd be too keen on it being debuted in front of someone else. He'd rather chew on how it makes him feel in private company first.

Darlin', beautiful, gorgeous, angel, baby, dove, lamb, variations of your name, my love, my dear, make anything possessive and he'll say it

Dutch always has something new to call you, whether it's from reading, overhearing a couple in town, or a song. He would be more unwilling to admit that he sees a lot of things that remind him of you, and that's where some stranger nicknames have come from.

Where Arthur's names are youthful, at least for the time, Dutch is a middle-ground between him and Hosea. He tends to go for old money type endearments more than old coot -- ones that carry the sense of high class that he ironically wants to maintain. Because of course, he overthinks even this.

His possessiveness is largely insecurity, so he drops a my in front of any name he calls you in public. It's typically a steady stream of endearments. Honestly, sometimes you wonder if he's forgotten your first name.

In the vain of maintaining images, he'll be fine with whatever you call him in private, in the end. In public, he will get very uncomfortable with certain names. Maybe don't call him Old Girl.

Dear, darling, m'love, my girl / my man, old girl / old man, babe, honey, sweetheart, precious, my heart, peach, handsome man / pretty girl

Hosea is a bit older, and it shows. His choices in endearments are usually saccharine and the type people only like to say after making a commitment.

Timing doesn't concern him. If it's clearly an inappropriate time, that's different. Usually, though, it's second-nature to call you the first kind thing that comes to mind.

He says your name often. He likes it because it's, well, you as a word can get. Mister/Miss and your last name is another common occurrence, though usually in a playful way.

He doesn't care what you call him or when. Well, if it's really out there, he might -- mostly, he's content that you want to refer to him as anything but his name. A reminder that you're sweet on him is always a good thing. It's like a verbal kiss on the cheek to him.

[mountainficss]

thinking about phone sex with sub minghao!! sounds ethereal

!! mentions of: sub!minghao, phone sex, masturbation, pillow humping, fingering

ANON…YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME GO FERAL WITH THIS IDEA…

i love sub!minghao oh my gosh.

you’d be away on a business trip and receive a facetime from him while you’re in your hotel room, answering the call to see a sad looking minghao. he was holding your pillow tightly in his free arm, his plump lips turned downwards into a slight frown. he’d shyly mutter about how he misses you, and asks you to tell him about your day. you’d begin telling him about the boring meetings you had to attend, and would start ranting about an annoying man that rudely bumped into you in the hotel lobby and didn’t apologize. he’d nod slowly, his face red as he listens to you explain your day in detail. you’d glance down at the screen again, taking in his disheveled looking appearance and stopping mid sentence. “hao,” you’d start, noticing him jump slightly at the sound of his name. “hm?” he’d hum quietly, gripping your pillow tighter in his free hand. “you okay?” you’d question, watching him nod slightly and let out a small affirming mhm at your prodding. you’d notice his eyes slightly roll back when he thinks you aren’t looking, and you’d hear him exhale quietly through his nose. he must think you’re stupid. “can’t believe you’re humping my pillow,” you’d speak so nonchalantly he’d almost completely missed what you said. he’d stare at you dumbfounded, a look of fear morphing over his precious face. “you’re so dirty.” he’d whimper slightly, no longer trying to make his movements subtle now that you knew what he was up to. “s-sorry,” he’d sigh, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping your pillow. “i just miss you, ‘n it smelled like you, and i-i love your voice—ah~” he’d trail off, eyes rolling back once again from the friction against his clothed bulge. you couldn’t see anything below his arm, so you’d command him to set his phone up and show you properly. he’d do as you say, propping his phone up with a different pillow so you could see him clutching yours in his arms. “cute,” you’d murmur sweetly, and you’d see him blush bright red through the screen. “now show me what you were doing, baby.” he’d tug his lower lip between his teeth, setting your pillow down onto the bed and mounting it. he’d lean in close and thrust slowly on top of it, balling the fabric of the pillowcase in his fists from how good it feels. his hips would move so sensually, grinding his neglected erection against the soft fabric as he imagined it was you. “strip for me, pretty,” you’d coax. “it’ll feel so much better if you do.” he’d nod once, tugging his shirt over his head and carefully sliding out of his boxers. he was completely bare now, shyly covering his chest, his cock red and dripping precum. you’d tell him to keep going, undoing the buttons to your night shirt teasingly. his breath would hitch watching you, lowering his body back down on top of the pillow and letting out a small gasp at the feeling of the fabric on his bare cock. the friction felt so good to him as he rutted into your pillow, moans and pants falling from his lips from the sensation. “feel good, baby?” you’d smile, sliding the shirt off your shoulders and running your hands down your body, working yourself up. “w-wan’ it to be you,” he choked out, his cock drooling all over your pillow and gliding across the slick fabric. “wanna be inside y-you like this. i miss you.” he’d sob. you couldn’t help but coo at his sweet words. “aww. you never talk like this, sweet boy,” you’d purr, sliding off your panties and ghosting your fingers over your heat. minghao was usually too shy to tell you what he wanted. “must really miss me, huh? saying such dirty things.” he’d nod quickly, flipping over to lay on his back and pressing the pillow on top of his cock. he’d fuck up into the makeshift slit he made by folding the pillow in half, thrusting into it roughly as he let out lewd sounds. he’d hold the pillow in place with one hand, snaking a hand up to his chest to rub circles onto his nipples. “need you to touch me,” he’d whine out, rolling the buds between his index and thumb. “need you to come home.”

he’d make eye contact with you through the screen, sighing dreamily as he watches you play with yourself. you’d slide two fingers into your soaked heat, propping your phone up so minghao could see all of you. “i’ll come home to you soon, pretty,” you’d hum, feeling the pleasureful stretch of your fingers hitting your sweet spot. he’d whimper pathetically, pinching his nipple harshly and bucking his hips up into the pillow from the sensation. “need you now,” he’d complain, dragging his hand up to his neck and settling it there, trying his hardest to imagine it was yours. he’d relive the moments where you’d have your hand on his neck as you ride him, squeezing it slightly just to make him feel lightheaded. it wouldn’t feel the same, but the poor baby would pretend ;( his orgasm would build up surprisingly fast, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as he grabs your pillow with both hands now. his movements would become messy, hips rutting irregularly as he chased his high. “god…g-gonna cum…” he’d stutter, the friction from the fabric threatening to break him. “cum, pretty,” you’d encourage him, quickly approaching your release as well. “‘m so close because of you. cum with me.” your words would be his end, holding your pillow against his throbbing cock as ropes of seed shoot onto the pillow and his tense stomach. seeing him cum would send you over the edge, throwing your head back from the pleasure. you’d feel your hole tighten around your fingers, orgasm still ebbing through your body as you both come down from your highs. “miss you…love you so much,” he’d mumble groggily, his eyes slowly drooping closed against his will as he begins to doze off. “i love you more, hao,” you’d breathe, admiring the sight of his gentle sleepy form. you’d start to drift too, the intensity of your release and the comfort of knowing that minghao was next to you was enough to send your body into a relaxed state. he’d fall asleep gripping your pillow still, the scent of you and him mixed together making him the happiest baby alive ;(

taglist: @imprettyweird , @jeonghanpill , @bangantokchy , @caratboy , @bewoyewo , @c-hanniehae , @wonvsmile , @haolovre , @aaniag

[burntb4bydoll]

It's my first time requesting something on here, I am CRAVING for any Tokio Hotel member with a kind/sweet/obedient reader, I usually can't find stories/headcanons with them where the reader is a sweet and obedient girl, feel free to ignore this request if you want to.

Bae this is so me fr (for the most part😇)

Tokio Hotel with a sweet and obedient gf (slightly NSFW)

Bill Kaulitz

•hes completely infatuated with you. you could do anything you wanted to him and he would let you.

•he thinks that you are an absolute angel. He loves how sweet you are, it makes him so proud to be your bf

•would NEVER let people take advantage of you or your kindness. You don’t like disappointing people by saying ‘no’ but he has absolutely no problem doing it for you

• “sweetheart, you can’t do everything people ask you to. You are too sweet for your own good sometimes I swear.”

•he means that in a endearing way dw! He wouldn’t change a single thing about you

•he tries to test your obedience tbh. He’ll tell you to do something small then slowly start telling you to do more, but you never disobey him. And he makes sure to praise you very well for it

• “oh my, what a good girl. You listen so well, angel. Im so proud of you.”

•definitely is more of a soft dom with you, he can’t imagine being mean to his sweet girl🤭

Tom Kaulitz

•oh boy…

•you two are opposites. He’ll try to get you to do and say bad/mean things just to see if youll actually do it

•your hesitant because you dont wanna be mean, but you obey him and he immediately cant help but smirk to himself

•Bill always scolds him for it tho, you can’t escape mama Bill.

“Tom, Leave her alone! Y/n don’t listen to him, hes an idiot.” 😭

•he thinks its so cute watching you interact with his family. You’re just so sweet and they all love you so much. Hes so happy that they love you just as much as he does

•HIS MOM LOVES YOU. SHE TAKES SO MANY PICTURES OF YOU AND TOM AND SHOWS THEM TO EVERYONE. SHE CALLS YOU HER DAUGHTER TOO😭💗

•not to be a whore….but CORRUPTION KINK?? HELLO???

•LOVES pet names. He calls you princess, sweetheart, my love🤭🤭

Georg Listing

•LORD he is obsessed with you omfg

•you are absolutely everything to him. You’re his precious girl who could never EVER do anything wrong in his eyes

•literally refers to you as his ‘lovely girlfriend’ to people 😭

•his heart almost explodes whenever you do anything for him. Whether that be cooking him food, drawing/coloring a picture for him, or just giving him a small compliment, he’ll always be so so appreciative of it

•HES SO SOFT WITH YOU. He kisses youholds your face so gently while stroking your cheeks with his thumbs:(((

• “You’re such a sweetheart, you know that? I love you so much, my sweet girl.”

Gustav Schäfer

•hes also such a sweetheart, but he likes to pretend like hes all mean and unapproachable😭

•like babe, you are probably the cutest person here you’re not fooling anyone.

•you two are known for being the super lovey couple. He loves to show you off and you’re just happy to be there😇

•although you’re both sweet, you’re the only obedient one in the relationship. He such a brat and LOVES to push peoples buttons just to see how far he can go before someone actually gets mad😭

•BLUSHES SO SO HARD WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIM

•you guys are the embodiment of a praise kink. Neither of you can go 5 minutes without being and all nice and lovey dovey to each other

•dare i say….pleasure Dom Gustav…. GUYS IK I SAY IT ALL THE TIME BUT PLS YOU KNOW ITS TRUE

• “such a good girl for me, arent you?”

“Aww, you’re so cute, my baby.” Yes. HIS baby.😇

[talaok]

I don't know if you're taking requests but I'd like to make one if that's ok for you, one where Pedro was the reader's first man, in the sexual sense, and the second time they're going to do it (maybe in the shower please?😁) he is still careful and respectful, asking if everything is ok, if she feels good, very cute with the reader... that's so him

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

Warnings: allusion to smut and virginity loss

It took a lot of courage for you to admit it.

A woman of your age who hadn't lost her virginity yet wasn't something you saw every day, and you felt... well frankly you were a little ashamed of it.

It's not like men hadn't tried, You'd had boyfriends, and you had your fair share of fun, but there was always something stopping you the moment things started... heating up.

The truth was that if you were gonna have sex, you wanted it to be with the right person, a person you fully trusted and who you knew would take care of you, which, unfortunately for you, turned out to be very hard to find.

Until now, that was.

You knew Pedro was the right one the moment you met him. And I don't only mean about the sex, no, he was the right one, the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

So naturally, at one point you had to confess your "inexperience" to him, and although you knew he was gonna be nice about it, you didn't expect him to be that nice.

He had been incredibly kind and supportive, promising you over and over that there was nothing wrong with it and that he didn't mind having to wait, because as he put it He'd wait his whole life if that's what you wanted

So then a few weeks later, when you finally told him you were ready, he had made love to you like you had imagined your whole life your first time would be, filled with kisses and sweet nothings, and of course, love.

And now... well now that you had gotten a taste of it, you had found out you liked it, a lot.

It was only the morning after, but you were in the shower together, and his lips were so soft against your own, and the water was so warm, and his body felt so good against your own as he helped you wash away the evidence of last night's activities...

"Baby" you murmured, your breathing heavier already

"Yeah sweetheart?" he asked, kissing your neck.

"I think-" you bit your lip, kind of anxious to end the sentence

"What?" 

"I think I wanna do it again"

He arched a brow in surprise.

"You sure?"

"mh-mh" you nodded

"you know angel, if you're saying that just cause you think I want to-"

"no" you stopped him "No baby, I- I really want to do it" 

"oh" he couldn't help but smile a little as his thumb started stroking your cheek "Then let's get you to bed" 

"Can't we..." you wondered aloud, "can't we do it here?"

"In the shower?"

"Yeah"

"You sure sweetheart? I don't want you to be uncomfortable"

"I wanna try"

"Yeah?" he smiled, his big brown eyes boring into yours to try and find any trace of uncertainty, and coming up empty.

"mh-mh" you nodded

"All right then" he smirked "Whatever my pretty lady wants" 

He kissed you sweetly then, backing you up against the wall behind you, and your heartbeat was already racing.

"ok" he breathed, looking at you like you were the most precious thing on this earth "So like last time I want you to tell me everything Ok? If something doesn't feel good, you tell me, if you're starting to get uncomfortable, you tell me, if you changed your mind and don't wanna do this anymore, you tell me." he spoke "I want you to enjoy this, alright?"

"yes" you nodded

"Good" he smiled "Now c'mere"

[carmyberzattosjournal]

Entry 21: A Crowbar Called Love

GIF Credit: @carmen-berzattos

Bearblr Promptober Day 21: Drunk Confession

Summary: Carmy's girlfriend (who he calls Darling) drunkenly confesses something that sends him into a tizzy; that she wants to have his kids.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of trauma, self-doubt, evolving Dad!Carmy, maybe the start of a breeding kink(?), fem reader/generic lass who is a trauma surgeon, she/her pronouns. (822 words)

Notes: All journal entries will be titled as such and tagged with #cb journal.

Thank you for reading. Thank you to @carmenberzattosgf for putting together this prompt list. Sideblog for commentary and yapping: @m-z-shoroi

Also, if random letters or words are black/white instead of the colors they should be, that's Tumblr being dumb, I've been fighting it for days.

21 Oct 2024

She said she wants to have my babies, and I honestly don't know what in the fuck to do with myself.

How did I get here?

What the fuck did I do to earn that?

What?

How?

I'm a fucking disaster, why the fuck would anyone think I'd make a not-shitty dad?

And she said it in front of Richie and Nat. That asshole is never gonna let me hear the end of it. This is what I get for taking my eyes off the cider for five minutes. Richie probably didn’t even fucking measure before spiking it.

Fuck. My. Life.

I have no business having kids, I'm just gonna end up like ma! No! No! Abso-fucking-lutely not!

Okay, yes, they'd be cute, but this is a terrible idea!

I can’t stop fucking thinking about this. The adoration in her eyes, the way she whispered it into my mouth, the way she pulled my hair and repeated it—whined it—until my brain checked into reality in a confused state. Carmen, I wanna start a family with you. I love you so much. I want babies. Carmy… Carmy, please? Please, can we talk about kids?

It’s the next morning, and I woke up an hour before my alarm, invaded, besieged, strangled by thoughts of cradling her belly, of feeling little kicks against my palm through her soft, supple skin. The thought of baby shoes while I stared at my own, hand trembling as I dragged it through my hair and tried to recompress so I could make it through a workday. What was more was that I couldn’t stop fucking thinking about how wonderful of a mother she’d make. She’d be sweet, kind, understanding, protective, a great advocate, teacher, counselor. I thought of being home with a kid in my arms. Nat’s daughter is so precious, so innocent, so pure. I could have one. A few. And I could do better than ma or dad did.

I wanted to do better than ma and dad did.

I wandered back into the bedroom, leaned against the doorframe and just watched Darling snuggled up in bed, her face buried in my t-shirt, a cute little croissant under the covers. There existed in my mind, sometime before then—couldn’t figure out exactly when it changed—this looming understanding of this arrangement being temporary. This relationship was a ticking clock, a sword dangling over my head by a horsehair, and in all likelihood, I was going to fuck up, and she was going to leave. It seemed like an inevitability. But permanence, comfort, routine, it crept up on me. Could I imagine an existence without Darling? Did a future without her even exist? Did I allow myself to love her so completely, so deeply, that my forever was staked in the ground with her?

Two kids. And a dog. Our own house. It’d be nice if one of them liked cooking, but I wasn’t going to be upset if they wanted to try something else. I’d support them trying new things. I’d reduce my hours at The Bear, too, so I could be around to hug them and read them bedtime stories. My vision abruptly blurred. Droplet of warmth fell from my eyelashes and drew a streak down my face.

Of course, I was fucking crying again.

Ever love someone so much that it hurt? That the love embedded itself so deep into you that it burrowed roots in the same places that all your fucking trauma lived? That it crumbled and frayed the armor of bitterness, apathy, hatred, and anger you’d been using to hold yourself together against the assault of being alive and being so many things the world didn’t like—short, sensitive, warm, caring, quiet, shy? For your curly hair, for your features, for your weird fucking quirks and habits? The world stabbed you in the fucking kidneys for daring to exist, and you walled off yourself behind protective mechanisms to stop the knives going any deeper than they already had, from piercing the softest parts of you; and out of nowhere, this little thing called love shows up as a crowbar and jams under that armor with no ceremony and certainly no warning. It fucking hurts at first. It hurts like you can’t fucking believe or imagine, and it scares the shit out of you because if that armor comes off, you feel like you’ll die, but eventually? Eventually, the armor starts crumbling away, and you feel the saccharine mercy of love in all the places that the armor hurt. Yeah, you thought your trauma was the thing that inflicted agony all these years? Your fucking armor wore chasms in you all the same.

This wasn’t a contest, baby girl, but you win. I surrender. I love you. I love you so much that it hurts, and I can’t get enough of it. So, yeah. Yeah, we can talk about kids.

[mournings-stars]

i loved the adam with a fat!reader 🥹 so cute, id love to see lucifer with a reader similar? like maybe shorter like him and a bit on the chubby side 🙏

AHHH THATS SO CUTE

imagine you’re like a chef or baker or something, maybe hellborn, maybe a sinner, and you meet him at an event that he’s just required to go to, so he’s staying by the catering tables and just busying himself with food so he doesn’t have to talk to anyone

“i know it’s a buffet, darlin’, but you’re milking my lil’ supply dry.” and imagine you have the cutest lil accent like maybe it’s southern if you’re hellborn or soft, 50’s movie-type transatlantic if you’re a sinner (i kinda wanna write this now actually so tell me what u prefer…)

first he’d look up, just expecting you to be taller than him, but then he’d look down and see you and immediately try to hand his plate back because how could he take your business for granted when you’re standing right in front of his and so sweet… and beautiful — like he’s not blind, he can see that you’re gorgeous. and if he’s honest the food isn’t good enough to get so many plates, but your restaurant would certainly be popular when you’re the precious little face of it

but he has to stop himself because his thoughts are certainly bordering on rude now, so he’s scrambling to apologize like, “i’m sorry — i see why your food’s so popular now, HAHA, you’re gorgeous — i mean, your food is amazing, but—“

“but?” and then he just shuts up. “no keep going, but what, your majesty?” and he is fumbling, because he can’t tell you he thinks the food is mediocre when he’s been shoving it down his throat all night, but then you say, “i know it’s not my best; they had me here last minute, frettin’ over twenty trays each of my best dishes, which can’t be the best if they’re repeated twenty times,” and even though you’re talking on and on, he’s listening and nodding on and on because because you’re just speaking to him so naturally

“am i talking to much?” “yes — i mean, no! i could listen to you talk all night!”

the rest is literally history, like you tell him to come to your restaurant to see what your cooking is really like, and when he finds out its just a small little restaurant with a couple tables and an old kitchen, he’s amazed because it tastes even better than it did at the event

once he decides to ask you out, and he decides quick, he knows he can’t ask you out to eat, or to an event, or to his house, or to the movies, or—

“you wanna get somethin’ to eat sometime?” and you’re literally asking him before he can even think to ask. “maybe you could cook for me?” you suggest slyly and he’s too flustered to say anything so he just nods. “i’ll make sure i dress fancy for you then, majesty.” and this man is MELTING

and if there’s one thing he learns about you that night its that you are not insecure about anything — your first conversation of you doubting your cooking skills might’ve made him think otherwise, but now he knows it’s just not the case

and you have no reason to be insecure; about your cooking, about anything — hell, you look amazing all dolled up just to come to his home for his 8-minute spaghetti… at least he made homemade meatballs. and those were pretty good! you even complimented them, which gave him a very much needed ego boost to get through the night confidently

and when his confidence finally shows, you’re sure he’s what you want, so you don’t bother taking your time with leading up to kisses or anything past that. you take what you want, with permission, and give him what he wants

and he loves it about you, like, you’re so sure of yourself, confident, and carry yourself with so much charm that people just step out of your way, even with your short stature, which he also loves about you — it’s nice having someone shorter around for once, but he’d definitely shape-shift and let himself be shorter than you for a day or so if you wanted

along those lines, he would give you any and everything you wanted. even if you didn’t ask, he’d give it to you — he’ll get you a new restaurant, new equipment, appliances… hell, he’ll even get you a new apartment… that is, if you don’t move in with him

and he would ask, a million times he’d ask because he just loves being with you that much. whenever you come over, or he goes to your place, he’s stuck to you. he watches you cook, helps if you let him — he bakes! he can bake, but of course he finds out you can too, and he insists you’re much better, but you insist that you do it together since this was much less dangerous than letting him rummage through your spice cabinet

if he’s not helping you, he’s hugging you from behind and watching what you do, hands running all over you, feeling the soft plush of your thighs and hips, your stomach, anything you’ll let him touch which he kisses your cheeks and neck and shoulders — literally anything you’ll let him do because he just loves listening to your precious laughter as he loves on you, or your sighs when he marks your neck or shoulder

this man LOVES lying with his head on your lap or in between your thighs. literally anything to do with your thighs or resting his head on your stomach, like, he’s fully back in heaven

he also loves you on top of him, straddling him while you comb your fingers through his hair, legs across his lap as you read, cuddled up to him as you watch a movie or sleep, he can’t get enough of you

and don’t get me started on the nsfw like… head between your legs all fucking day, squeeze his head with your thighs — like actually do it because he will come undone