#LOOK AT YOU WITH THE BIG WORDS YOU'RE SO SMART GOOD JOB BABY

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to their s/o being a surgeon !

pairings: ot13 x gn surgeon!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 861

cw: none

a/n: another request done! i'm definitely not a surgeon, so this is probably not accurate T-T also, i'm going to try to start posting on a schedule eventually... but i'm not sure yet. anyways, enjoy this kings ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

scoups - he didn't even realize he could fall more in love with you until you told him you were a surgeon. not only are you smart, but you save lives (and he just thinks you look hot in scrubs)? oh he's dug himself up a deeper hole. he tries to do what he can to help you, always offering to pick you up from work even if you clock out just hours before he has to go to practice.

jeonghan - he enjoys being your stay at home wife and sugar baby lol. when he found out, he probably showed the most excitement he'd shown in a while, "so, this means you have enough money to buy me a dyson hair dryer?" he likes knowing that you're working hard while he rots on the couch, but he hates when you have to get up for work at 5:30 in the morning. you can't count how many times you've almost been late for work since jeonghan will trap you in bed with him until the very last minute.

joshua - honestly the best moral support. he really loves that you help others for a living and wants to get involved, making bracelets for all your surgical patients. whenever you're burnt out or tired, he's there to catch you as well. he wants to make sure you're always in the best state to do your job well, so occasionally he'll nag on some of your bad habits, "we need you alive so you can keep other people alive silly,"

jun - he's very curious about your job, "you do what?? tell me more," he always asks about how your day was and won't sleep till you tell him every detail. so, now he knows all the drama between your coworkers. anytime he gets injured he immediately sends a photo to you with absolutely no warning and asks you to diagnose him (because he lowkey thinks surgeon = doctor 😭).

hoshi - very explosive reaction to say the least... "WHAT?? that's like such a scary job though??? how..?" he's honestly a little scared of you now. one time he sent you a picture of a vase he accidentally broke and was like "you won't dissect me or something because of this... right?" but anytime a member disrespects him? he's instantly using you to threaten them.

wonwoo - if he didn't have enough respect for you already, he certainly does now. he lovesss having a book-smart partner. sort of like jun, but he does more research so he can engage in more conversation with you. he even read a book all about it so you don't have to explain all the medical lingo to him.

woozi - secretly very impressed. he tries to be nonchalant about it when he finds out like, "okay.. cool," but then he'll end watching a ton of videos about it later. he would've never thought someone like you could have such an enduring job, you're always so bright around him! if it were him, he'd never be in a good mood lol.

dk - he's definitely worried about you all the time now, but also you're biggest cheerleader! anytime you have a big surgery coming up, he always send you good luck messages, "my y/nnn, you got this! i'll be cheering you on ๑˃̶͈̀Ⱉ˂̶͈́๑" he totally checks up on you like every hour as well, "are you eating? well you should eat :)"

mingyu - like jeonghan, he's now your stay at home wife. he literally packs you lunch every morning and even puts in little sticky notes with surgeon-related jokes... are they funny? well, more or less, but he always draws little doodles of you in your scrubs that make you giggle.

the8 - he admires you so much for your job, and he makes sure that you know it too. when you get home from work he's just like, "you're so cool, you know," if you EVER downplay yourself, he's constantly reminding you that you shouldn't try to make it sound like your job is easy. and to your dismay, he's always flexing that he's got a surgeon as his partner.

seungkwan - impressed and worried. whenever you mention having a big surgery, he's more nervous than you (even if it's already passed). he's really big on making sure you're taking care of yourself, offering to treat you to a spa day whenever you have time. plus, it's an excuse for him to do face masks with you.

vernon - bro will NOT stop making 'grey's anatomy' references. it's too late to stop him. "there're no 'mcdreamys' at your job right?" he makes you watch the show with him and asks if it's accurate. other than that, super chill and respects your work ethic.

dino - he's scared of you, but also super proud. you won't catch this guy even coming close to disrespecting you anytime soon. also someone who will confuse surgeons as doctors, so you have to explain to them that they're really different, and no, you can't write him a doctor's note so he can skip practice because he has a 'mega bad headache'

[aberooski]

I HAVE BEEN WHEEZING FOR MULTIPLE MINUTES

HASSLEBERRY MY SWEET SON I ADORE YOU BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH THIS IS THE HARDEST I'VE LAUGHED IN DAYS AND IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY BUT IT'S HILARIOUS 😭💛

[luvyeni]

okay but the pic made me want smart changbin making reader cock dumb 🤭🤭?

NEEDY; SEO CHANGBIN

pairings. student!changbin x fem!reader

wc. 0.9k+

warnings. dom!changbin , cockwarming, unprotected sex , name calling , breeding kink

i hope you like it <3!

cockwarming changbin while he's working on a paper , but you can't help but be a brat.

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"baby , i have to work on this paper , i'll fail if i don't turn it in on time." you ignored him , climbing into his lap. "you've been working on this paper all day , and i'm needy." you whined , kissing his neck. "i know , but it has to get done , how am i supposed to graduate and get a good job to take care of you if you won't ley me study?" you didn't really care at the moment , the only thing on your mind was your boyfriend.

"you just look so good , i can't help it." you pouted , he laughed. "i wear this everyday , you're just horny." both those statements true , he did wear that everyday , and you were horny — but the way the black shirt made his arms bulge , and the chain , not to mention his glasses , he knew his glasses always had a chokehold on you. "am i not horny for you all the time?" you questioned. "that's true."

before he could stop you , you slowly moved your hip , he cursed under his breath , his cock growing hard in his sweats. "b-baby , fuck please let me finish this , i'll give you what you want." he so desperately wanted to rip all your clothes off and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop , but he needed to finish this paper. "please can i just sit on your cock , please i just need you inside of me?" how could he say no , you were begging , whining all in his ear — and changbin can resist a lot of this , but you begging for his cock is not one of them.

"fuck , you know how to get your way don't you , spoiled baby." you smiled , climbing off his lap , letting him pull his pants down , taking his cock out , you shimmed out of your shorts and underwear , keeping his sweatshirt on , climbing back into his lap. "go a head baby , sit on my cock." you climbed back into his lap , hovering over his cock. "sit." you grabbed the base , slowly sinking down on , his cock stretching you out.

"oh fuck baby , you're so tight." you whimpered , his tip kissing your cervix immediately in that position. "s-so big." you wanted to moved so bad , but wanted to be good , you really did. "good girl and sit still for me." he kissed your forehead , before returning back to his work.

for a while you stayed there like you were supposed to , you were doing what he said , but you started to need more , this just wasn't doing it for you. "b-binnie." you whispered in his ear. "baby." he sighed. "just a little longer." you debated with yourself , you really did, but the little devil on your shoulder was so tempting , so you began to move , you a little , he his grabbing your waist. "don't fucking move." he gritted in your ear , his voice completely changed from before , it didn't do much though , it only made you wetter , so you moved again.

"fucking brat , you don't listen do you?" he slammed the laptop shut , you felt shivers running down your spine. "i told you to sit there like a good girl , but you can't do that can you , you're so hell bent on having a cock inside you." he pushed his things to the side , throwing his laptop on the bed , not even caring at the moment if it hit the bed , picking you up, putting you on the desk, his cock still inside you.

"i'll fuck you , fuck you dumb just like you want." he pulled out , slamming back into you. "fuck!" you screamed , he didn't let you get used to his girthy cock , pulling out again , just to slam into you again just to see your shocked reaction again. "c-changbin , too much." he let out a tsk , thrusting his hips repeatedly inside you. "i don't hear a safe word baby , you can handle it -fuck- you wanted this right." he growled. "you wanted my cock so bad , now that you've got it , it's too much , take it and shut up."

your head was so close to hitting the wall behind the desk , but you could care less with the way he was fucking you. "my cockdrunk baby, you get so dumb on my cock , it's pathetic." he held your legs up , the new angle had your eyes widening. "changbin fuck!" you screamed. "you feel good, hmm? does my cock feel good." you couldn't speak , your eyes rolled to the back of your head , mouth hung open.

"you're so dumb , you couldn't let me work , just had to be stuffed with my cock , didn't you, you love it that much." you nodded , he didn't like that answer , grabbing your jaw. "answer me." you whimpered , trying to gather the words. "y-yes , l-love your cock so much."

"i know you do baby , my pretty little dumb baby , it's okay , you don't have to think , i'll do it for the both of us." he rubbed your clit. "m'gonna cum." your walls fluttered around his cock , squeezing him. "sh-shit , you gonna cum on my cock?" he grunted. "go a head cum." you let yourself go , cumming , coating his cock with your essence. "f-fuckk , changbin."

he continued thrusting , his orgasm approaching. "fu-fuck im gonna cum , gonna let me breed this pretty pussy." you nodded , he pulled his hips flush against yours , cumming inside your waiting hole. "fuck." he groaned , letting his cum fill you up. "you feel much better baby?" you nodded , smiling sleepily.

"much better."

©️LUVYENI

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Wind Pillar ╝

Premise: Days in the life of the Shinazugawa household, based on my previous story (link here).

Word Count: 3263

Note: This was requested by the lovely @yourlocalangie, “little family moments in the shinazugawa household with the reader and their children.” 🫶🏻

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A typical day in the Shinazugawa household started very early in the morning. Even before the sun got a chance to go out, Sanemi, his wife and the children would be on their way down the mountain with a cart full of goodies.

Over the years the farm had grown quite a bit.

Mia and her husband had babies and now your chicken coop is full to the brim with lovely birds and delicious eggs for your family and the towns people.

The milk from your farm was considered the hottest item in the market, getting a consistent queue of customers since very early in the morning, creating a high demand.

After an intense morning of sales, the Shinazugawa family heads back to their farm for a well deserved home cooked meal.

The afternoons were particularly busy, since they would all go to the market together, the rest of the work had to be done after lunch.

"Sanehiko, you're on milk duty, make sure they at least fill two of the big jugs."

"On it father." Sanehiko, the eldest of the lot was the most invested in the family business. He learned from his mother from a very young age how to tend the animals and get the milk from the cows, being the best at it in the family. He thoroughly enjoys working on the fields as well, always looking for a way to help with the crops and making sure everything was in order, out of all of them he was the most responsible and down to earth, being the eldest had a big impact in his way of living, much like young Sanemi he is constantly thinking of the wellbeing of his family and does his best to support his parents.

"Genma, you're in charge of picking the best tomatoes to sell tomorrow. Water your mother's herbs when you're done."

"Yes father!" Genma was the sweetest of them all, always wanting to please his mother and father alike. Sanemi was forever jealous at the fact that he was a momma's boy, he reminds him so much of Genya he wishes he would look up to him the way his brother used to do, but his mother is softer and prettier, of course anyone would choose her instead, he would do too.

"Remi, help your mother separate the black from the red berries and put them in the different baskets. If you behave, I might show you the third form." His only daughter was the closest to him, she inherited his spirit and even if she's not even three yet she begs her father to teach her his wind breathing techniques, days he decides to indulge her even the tiniest bit are the happiest around the house.

"(Y/N) you concentrate on the marmalade and watching Senri, I'll take care of the rest there is to do around in the fields and pick up the eggs." reaching over for your husband, you placed a soft kiss to his lips, nodding at his instructions. You were still very much pregnant and doing more than that would be harsh on your body. Patting your bum lovingly, he rolled his sleeves up and headed back to work.

"Mma this!" Remi was diligently following her father's instructions, pulling a berry that wasn’t ripe out and showing it to you in her tiny hand. "Good eye, baby. Let's put those a side ok? We don't want the marmalade to be sour." happily she set it on a plate and continued with her designated job.

No day was the same. Having a farm gave the kids the opportunity to be active and learn from their parents skills that would be useful in the future. Sanemi made sure to rotate them around the tasks, he wanted his children to grow as strong as he was and as smart as their mother, he wanted nothing but the best for them.

By the end of the day they were all tired and ready for bed as early as the sun would set that day.

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Sundays were off. It didn't matter how much work was pending in the farm, how many eggs the chickens lay that morning, how much money they made that week, nothing mattered. Days off were important for the Shinazugawas.

Sanemi didn't get much time to lay around with his youngest since he is always so busy, but Sundays were normally deemed 'Senri day'.

Today though, he had slightly different plans.

You just finished bathing Remi and Senri when you heard Genma squealing like a little piglet.

"Genma get your ass here right now!"

Your husband sounded pissed. He rarely yells at the children, no matter how angry he was.

"Mother!!! Help me!! Father has gone crazy!! MOTHER!!!" his cries for help made you run outside your house, just to see your husband chasing your child around the fields with a sharp knife in his hand.

"Shinazugawa Sanemi. What on earth are you doing?" the child crashed against your leg, hiding behind it. If there was someone who could save him, that would be you.

"Tch." he was forced to stop running by your deep angry mother glare, "I just wanted to give him a haircut, love. Don't know why he's running away like a freak. Did you see him run? How is he faster than me? He's five, this makes no sense."

The four Shinazugawa children took after their father in their physical strengths. Sanehiko could lift a grown pig up since he was four. Genma had super speed, apparently. Remi had his blood thirst and Senri broke Sanehiko's finger when he was just three months old.

You brought Genma up into your arms, looking into his terrified eyes. "What's wrong, baby? Why aren't you letting your father cut your hair? You can't even see of how long it is."

"He....wanted to shave the sides of my head...." the child buried his face on your chest seeking for comfort, this always irritated Sanemi. He understands he is still young and that’s completely normal, but nobody but him and maybe Senri should be allowed to do that. Being jealous of his own children was a new low for the pillar.

"Stop being such a cry baby. I will do it whether you want it or not, I'm your father I do whatever the hell I want."

"Seems like you enjoyed sleeping out by the kitchen, darling." all trace of color drained from Sanemi's face instantly.

"B-babe....let's talk this out, ok? I just wanted to give him a haircut, you know he needs one." and he did, but you didn't like the way he was speaking to the child.

"Why are you shaving his head though? He looks so cute with his long hair." you were peppering soft kisses all over his little face, making him giggle.

By now Sanemi was sitting on the floor beside you, heaving out a long defeated sigh. "My brother...he had his hair like that. I guess I miss him."

"Oh my love...." setting your child down, you embraced your crestfallen husband, kissing the side of his face. "I know you see your brother in Genma, but you gotta remember he's your son and he is just five. Running after him with a knife in your hand isn't considered bonding."

"Father. It’s ok, you can shave my head. I don't like that sad face you're making." he brought Genma into a strong embrace and you all remained like that for a while. He missed Genya dearly, but having you around was more than he deserved.

"Remi too, Remi too!!!" your little girl jumped on Sanemi's back, nuzzling his neck with her little nose.

Sanehiko was holding Senri, confused by the knot of people before him. "What's going on?"

"Just come here, dammit." he settled for leaving Senri in your arms and gently nestle himself on your side, one of his hands holding one of his father's.

The Shinazugawa household was warm and full of understanding.

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After a well deserved break, your husband was now getting into your shared futon ready for a good night sleep.

He loved caressing your enlarged belly, there was nothing he enjoyed more than seeing you carrying his babies, knowing you had a part of him inside of you. He would always fall asleep while tracing patterns on your tummy, face pressed on the side of your neck.

Maybe it was the emotional afternoon your family had, maybe it was the long walk up the hill from the day before. The reason was unknown to you but a sharp pain on your lower half alerted your sleepy husband.

“(Y/N) what’s wrong?”

“Is coming Nemi.” as if on cue, your water broke all over your freshly laundered covers.

“What do you mean is coming? Isn’t it too early? Fuck, what do we do now? Can you wait until I go call the midwife?” he already knew the answer to that question, your body was moving on its own into a good position to deliver the baby.

“Can’t do. We gotta do this on our own, I’ve done it four times already and you’ve been there for every single one of them, we know what to do.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind (Y/N)? What if there’s complications? Senri gave you a hard time.” he was panicking now, removing the covers completely to give you more space, “Hell, you haven’t even finished waving the basket, where is the baby going to sleep?”

“SANEHIKO.” the contractions were heavy, painful, one right after the other, you needed a cool headed person around while your husband hyperventilated in a corner of the room.

“Yes, mother?” the child had already gone to bed, but was still awake thankfully, coming to your aid instantly.

“The baby is coming my love, you know what to do right?” the child nodded making his way over to the kitchen, returning not long after with clean cloths and water.

“Take Senri, we need his basket. Remember, don’t come out of the room until I go look for you, no matter what you hear. This goes for the rest of the gang too, keep an eye on all of them.” Sanemi’s anxiety driven self was finally grasping reality, just in time.

It was now just the two of you in your room. The same room you and your brother were born in, the same room where your four children came to this world. “We can do this, love.” Sanemi held your hand as tight as he could getting in between your legs as you started pushing your fifth child out. Thankfully there were no complications, the child came out fast and with minimal effort, more than ready to come out and meet her family.

Sanemi was ecstatic when he saw his baby girl for the first time as the adrenaline rush was finally settling down. He somehow thought he’d have another boy; it was a pleasant surprise. He was so into it that even forgot he had to clip the cord, almost dragging you out with him when he pulled the baby close to his chest. She looked just like you, his beautiful little treasure.

After cleaning you and the baby, Sanemi set the child on his son’s basket, wrapped into a little cocoon where she slept peacefully tired of the whole adventure.

“How are you feeling, baby? You did such a good job. You’re a pro at this now you have my respect I could never do that, specially not now that I saw it so up close, that shit's not for the weak. I knew I picked the right wife.” this made you giggle, pulling your husband in for cuddles. You probably needed space but all you wanted was to be in his arms.

“I feel less heavy. A bit sore though.” he was rubbing circles onto the side of your hip trying his best to relieve the pain even if it was just a little.

“Do you want me to call the kids in? I can take Sae to them so you can rest some more.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I can handle Remi jumping on me right now.” you both chuckled, staring dreamily into each other’s eyes.

The children were overwhelmed with how cute their little sister was, Genma was particularly over the moon as he wasn’t the only one with dark hair any longer.

Sanemi explained to the kids that their mother needed to rest just like when Senri was born, they needed to behave, be gentle and stay out of troubles. But even after his father’s speech, Genma managed to sneak out of the room quietly and was now kneeling by your side.

“Mother, is your belly ok? Do you need belly rubs?” his sweet little voice was music to your ears, his gentle nature was truly a gift.

“I would love that, sweetie. But does your father know you’re here?” the child swallowed hard seemingly nervous but opted for ignoring the question and go straight to work, gently massaging your sore belly. “I will go to bed in a bit, just thought you might need belly rubs.” he looked like a little delinquent now that his father styled his hair with such a fashion forward design, it was the cutest thing in this world.

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best.” sitting up slightly, you gave your toddler a good night kiss, sending him his way before anyone noticed.

Sanemi noticed of course, but he didn’t say anything, he knew his son, he was probably just making sure his mother was still alive after the deafening screams heard all over the house during the birthing process.

He took Sae back to your room, leaving Senri to share his eldest brother bedding arrangements for the night to give you some extra time to finish the second basket the next day.

Finally going back to your side, Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you, proud of the evening accomplishments but as tired as one can be, it never even crossed his mind he would help deliver his own child, it was an insane experience. “So how does it feel being the father of five children?” teasing your man was fun, especially when he was this tired, he gets way softer.

“Makes me want to put another one inside of that delicious looking-“

“SANEMI!” he bursts out laughing, burying his face on your hair.

“Just saying... Feels pretty good though. You know I come from a very large family, it feels great having all this tiny loud brats running around, makes me feel complete. You’ve given me so much…”

You were dozing off on his chest, placing a kiss on it before closing your eyes, “I would give you the world, my love.”

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Being a parent to five children was not easy.

The age gap wasn’t as helpful now a days. When Genma was born Sanehiko was already old enough to understand what was happening. But having three children in a row was taking a toll both physically and mentally on you and your husband.

Remi was difficult to handle, always so full of energy. Senri was still just a little baby but was currently learning how to walk on his own, accidents following his every step. And Sae was milking the life out of you, her appetite was like no other.

You were tired and so was Sanemi.

Even the market stall had to go on a little break, this didn’t happen when Senri was born. He’s always been a quiet baby, would sleep most of his day. But Sae was always hungry and would constantly ask to be fed.

Sanehiko was deemed Senri’s guardian, while Sanemi held onto Remi for dear life majority of the day. The farm still needed to be tended to and you would have to go back to the market soon or the goods would be lost. Genma was tasked as your moral support or how Sanemi liked to call it ‘your servant’, he was in charge of making sure his mother had everything she needed, so he would go on fluffing your pillow every few minutes, bring you water, rub your belly, help you hold his sister while you changed her. He was a big help regardless of what the others said.

“Nii-nii look.” Remi would run over to the house to show her brother the vegetables she picked, the bugs she found, she even brought an egg, her hair littered with feathers making you giggle at the mental image of your husband trying to catch his daughter and chase her out of the coop. She’s always been given easy tasks as she’s still very little, but she was now helping her father with the farm, it made her feel important.

Genma knew she was taunting him, but he was where he wanted to be, there was nothing he’d rather do than to help his mother and new sister to be comfortable and well, he was a man now, the Shinazugawa are strong, he got this under control.

You were dozing off while feeding your daughter, Genma already snoozing on your lap, when you heard tiny feet running in your direction. You could see Remi on Sanemi’s shoulders picking corn in the fields from the window, this could only mean one thing.

“Senri, is that you?” a tiny hand was holding onto the doorframe, supporting his own weight. His brother was supposed to be watching him, but your children all take after their father, you knew Sanehiko wasn’t at fault, it was most likely Senri who sneaked out.

“Come here, my love.” he lets go of the door stumbling clumsily into your arms, “Did you miss me? I sure miss you, my baby boy. It's time for your nap, isn’t it?” he was climbing onto you, stepping on Genma’s hand in the process but very diligently skipping over his newborn sister as if afraid of hurting her.

In under a minute, you could hear your restless son lifting things around the house, scrambling in fear. “Sanehiko, he’s here baby.” a tuft of white hair was now peaking from outside the window, he didn’t want his parents to notice he lost a brother but got caught regardless. He was panting, face covered in sweat, “He disappeared so quickly mother, I swear I just looked to the side for a second and he was gone.”

“I know sweetie, I know. Why don’t you come here and rest with us for a while? We all need a nap.” That was a tempting offering, he was tired that was a fact. Having to look after his little brother, while being constantly awoken at night by a crying baby was a bit too much for a nine-year-old. He nestled on your side, giving you some extra support on the arm that was holding your daughter. Quickly falling asleep like the rest of the gang, face comfortably pressed on your shoulder.

Sanemi had picked up some of your lavender for tea, hopefully that would get you to sleep better. He was about to announce his plan when he saw more than half of his family sprawled on the floor, enjoying an afternoon nap, the sun beams coming through the window were shinning on the beautiful face of his darling wife the love of his life, and his offspring.

His youngest toddler was dozing off on his head, her arms now dangling to the sides of his face. Seems like everyone had the same idea.

He put her down on her eldest brother lap, and she curled on your side immediately, holding Sanehiko’s arm like a pillow. Sanemi went on your other side, cradling you, Genma, and Senri to his chest, letting out a content sigh out and kissing your forehead softly trying not to wake you up.

His life could be chaotic and had been quite challenging over the years, but once he found his happy place, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in this universe, and that was you.

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[springseasonie]

just the tip scenario with jeno pls 🥹

When we're alone (M)

Warnings: sexual content, dom reader, sub Jeno, unprotected sex;(shocker), oral (fem receiving) semi-public sex, degrading(if you squint), praising, proofread but may still be errors

Word count: 1,5k

A/N: took this in a different direction than I initially was gonna write it. I hope you like it. this is probably one of my favorite scenarios for Jeno tbh kekeke

You and Jeno can't keep your hands off each other for more than an hour, which landed you in an empty study room at the moment. You always thought Jeno was so cute. A loner, quiet, really smart kid, and a good listener. And just like any other time, he would do anything for you, anything you asked.

And luckily, he was on his knees giving you the best head you had in ages.

Jeno was loud and messy, not caring about getting caught by anyone. Besides, it was just the two of you in there, and no one should be in there till the afternoon. You and one leg in his shoulder and the other planted in the ground. His hand squeezed your thighs constantly, eyes glossed in pleasure as he kept looking up at you for approval.

You loved it. You've never been with anyone who wanted to please you as much as him, and you were starting to get the appeal of submissive men. Just as you were about to put your hand in his hair, he stopped you, grabbing your hand and locking fingers with you.

"Am I doing good," he said, breathing heavily.

"Yes baby, keep going."

And Jeno did just that, licking and sucking you so energetically it was almost impossible. Jeno loved the praise. He loved knowing he was making you feel good, knowing he was doing a good job. Jeno knew when you were getting close. Your panting becomes louder and louder, biting your lip trying hard to not let out a loud whine.

"F-fuck baby, stop for me," you said trying to regain strength from the stimulation.

Jeno shook his head, brows furrowing at how good you tasted. He was addicted at this point, he really needed you to cum on his tongue.

"Jeno, stop," you repeated. Your orgasm was getting closer and closer, but you didn't want to cum yet. You knew how Jeno was when it came to eating you out, so it was unrealistic for you to expect him to stop.

He was completely lost between your legs, eyes closed and moaning at the taste of you. But that was quickly cut short by the strong yank of his head off of your core. He looked up at you, eyes big and pretty, lips glossed with your arousal.

"When I say stop, stop." Your tone was stern and serious, making Jeno flustered. He blinked fast, nodding at your words.

"Y-yes Y/N," he stuttered.

"Good boy."

Your words went right to his dick which was extremely hard at this point, but he wasn't allowed to touch himself unless you said so. On a regular day, you would punish him for not listening by not letting him cum, but you were feeling gracious, and really needed a release.

"Stand up."

Jeno moved your leg off his shoulder, standing up clumsily. Jeno watched as you immediately went right to the string of his sweats, undoing them quickly.

"It's funny thinking that everyone thought you were a tough scary guy all this time when really you're just a good boy," you laugh. Your tone was teasing and curt, wanting him to feel your words more. "Isn't it funny?"

"Yeah.." Jeno couldn't even hear you, not when your hand so easily pulled him out his sweats and boxers.

"I shouldn't even let you cum," you mumbled. "But I'm feeling nice today."

He gulped knowing you always had something up your sleeve even on the days you were being nice. You pulled him closer to you, kissing him deeply. You tasted yourself on his tongue, grabbing his jaw roughly.

"Just the tip," you muttered on his lips. "Anything more, and I'm cutting this short.

"Anything for you," he breathed out.

Jeno lifted your leg letting you hold his shoulders for support. He was too eager to feel you around him even if it was just the tip. Jeno stares between the both of you, pressing the head of his length on your core. He swears he could cum just from hearing the pretty sounds leave your lips making him even more sensitive.

Jeno pushed the tip of his length in you, both of you moaning softly at the feeling. "Does it feel so good baby," you moan softly.

"Fuck," was all he managed to say as he moved it out of you, then pushed it back in slowly.

You couldn't take your eyes off the scene between the both of you. There was something so sensual about this, you didn't know what it was, but you knew you loved it. "Keep doing that..shit.."

Jeno kept going, letting the agonizing feeling of you squeezing the tip of his dick taking over his body. Your soft whimpers filled the room, mouth hanging open in pleasure. His hand on your leg squeezed the flesh right every time he entered you leaving prints on your skin. He loved seeing you marked up whether it be from his hands or teeth, you were his and he was the only person you would let do that to you.

You moved one of your hands between your legs, holding onto his shirt tighter to maintain your balance. Your fingers rubbed your clit slowly at the same pace of his thrusting, making you whimper curses softly.

"You're so good Jeno," you breathed out quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You can tell how impatient Jeno was getting. He just wanted to plunge himself into you wanting to feel all of you around him. But that's why you liked him so much - no matter how impatient he got, he always listened.

You started to rub yourself faster, desperate for a release. Jeno could feel you starting to pulse around him, making the male whine softly in your neck at the feeling of you constantly squeezing around him.

"I'm so close Y/N," he said, muffled in your neck.

"I know baby," you huffed out. "Don't move anymore, just stay still. Let me make your pretty cock cum."

Jeno nodded, whimpering on your skin with his eyes shut. He needed more, he wanted you to cum as hard as he was going to. So Jeno took your hand away from between your legs and replaced it with his own. He rubbed you faster, almost making you cry out in pleasure. Your covered your mouth to stop yourself from moaning too loudly. Jeno pressed harder on your clit, making you throw your head back in absolute bliss.

Jeno pushed himself completely inside of you, cumming deep in you with a low groan. He just couldn't help himself, the constant attention to his tip felt so good, too good. The sudden stretch from Jeno pushed you completely off the edge, making you cum around him almost instantly.

Both of you stood there leaning into each other's bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat breathing heavily. Jeno looked at you, raising his head from your shoulder. He was expecting you to berate him for being disobedient, but all you could do was give him a smug smile, and chuckle softly.

"Sometimes I love when you don't listen," you admitted, laughing softly.

"I couldn't help myself, seriously," he laughed.

"You did so good today." You smiled as you kissed him softly still trying to catch your breath.

"Really? But I-"

"It doesn't matter," you said, cupping his face. "You were a good boy today."

Jeno blushed, a small smile creeping on his face as he let your leg down. He pulled out of you slowly, immediately covering your core not wanting any of his seed to fall. Just when you think you could go about your day, he always manages to do something that makes you want to reward him again, and again, and again.

"After we get ourselves together, do you wanna go see a movie," you asked him, analyzing his expression.

Jeno looked at you with wide eyes and a surprised happy expression. "Yeah, of course." He kissed you softly, smiling on your lips. You pulled away, stepping your foot back into your underwear, sliding them up quickly before his cum started to drip out of you. You fixed your dress, straightening with your hands to make sure you didn't look too compromised.

Jeno just stood there watching you, absolutely enthralled in everything that you are. He really did like you alot, despite being teased and degraded. He gulped suddenly feeling flushed about his nakedness. You watched, giggling softly as he fixed himself up, tying his sweats back into place.

"Ready to go," you asked.

"Yeah let's go." You grabbed his hand, walking out of the room as Jeno stared down at his feet. For some reason, he was just so cute. His face was still red, but he put his bruting, mean poker face back on like you didn't just dominate him in the other room.

But you knew he was going to do whatever you wanted wherever you wanted, so this trip to the movies was definitely going to work in your favor.

[l0relaii]

Omg about Mike with an inexperienced reader.... Imagine him fingering/eating you out for the first time or teaching you how to get him off OooOoOOoHHHhHhh

mike with and inexperienced reader is my favorite thing in the world anon 🌝 ohhh this is gonna be a bit long

part 2 part 3 part 4

i don't know if anyone else noticed, but mike is so chatty in the game even when he's alone he's always making little comments and sounds

THAT is proof that he definitely talks you through it

he thinks you're so cute when you're so apprehensive while touching him

it's like you fear that you're gonna hurt him or something

so he is extra delicate when touching you too, not wanting to make you uncomfortable

it all started with some making out on his bed when you suddenly felt him gripping the hem of your shirt

"can i..?"

"uh, yeah sure.."

he starts undressing you careful not to make you feel uncomfortable and praising you constantly

"that's it.. god look at you.. my beautiful girl.."

he's caressing every inch of skin he can get his hands on before he starts undressing himself too until you're both left in your underwear

his fingers come around you touching your bra clasps while he looks at you for confirmation to take it off

after you give him a soft nod he takes it off and admires your breasts before bringing his hand up to cup one of them

"so pretty for me.."

his finger hooks in your underwear and again, his eyes look at you in search of an answer, and when you give him another nod he's taking your panties off leaving you completely bare in front of him

you can see the tent in his boxers occasionally twitching against the material and you swallow when you realize how big it must be

"is it.. uh.. is it gonna fit?"

it takes him a moment to realize what you're talking about and he chuckles softly before answering

"oh, don't worry about that darlin', we'll make it fit.. but i don't think you're ready for that yet.."

he sits against the bed frame encouraging you to sit between his legs and when your back hits his chest his hands begin to work their magic on your body

he starts kissing at your neck while his hands trail up and down your sides leaving goosebumps in their wake

you can feel his underwear covered cock behind you, poking at the small of your back and.. a dampness.. that you realize is probably his precum staining the front of his boxers

he can feel you tensing up and is quick to comfort you with a kiss to your cheek

"d'you feel the effect you have on me..?c'mon, relax baby.. i need you to be as comfortable as possible.. i wanna make you feel sooo good.. "

you do eventually relax melting into his grip and resting the back of your head on his shoulder

"that's it.. such a good girl f'me.."

his words are making your head spin and wetness pool between your legs

one of his hands starts groping at one of your breasts toying with your sensitive nipple while the other snakes down between your legs

you can feel his lips on your neck forming a smirk when he feels how wet you are as he starts rubbing slow circles around your clit

eventually his fingers slowly enter your slick hole and he keeps them completely still when he hears your breath hitch

"it's okay.. you can move them.."

"are you sure?"

you don't respond, instead your hand comes down to his guiding him to your preferred pace

"ohh, that's my smart girl.. good job honey, show me how you like to be touched.."

after you've cum around his fingers with a low moan of his name he pulls them out and guides them to his mouth letting out a satisfied sound at your taste

"fuuck.. you did so good baby.. d'you want to..keep going?"

"of course i want to keep going mike, i wanna take care of you too"

he's surprised at your boldness, even more surprised when he feels one of your hands coming behind you to touch his throbbing cock through his boxers eliciting a small gasp from him

you turn around in his arms and hook your fingers in the hem of his underwear urging him to lift himself up a bit so you can take it off

when his underwear is finally off and you see him completely bare in front of you you're stunned

he's so handsome.. so.. big.. jesus 😵‍💫😵‍💫

"like what you see darlin'?"

you bite your lip in response and look up to him unsure of what to do. he notices your confusion and takes your hand in his guiding it around his veiny length with a little hiss

"oh fuck.. d'you think you could.. uh- spit on it? no worries if it's too gross for you, i understand it's just that, fuck- it doesn't really feel good all dry.. "

you get an idea in your head and you're unsure if you're supposed to do it but before you realize you're acting it out

your free hand goes back between your legs gathering up your slick and coming back up glistening

he's watching you wide eyed with his lips a bit parted when you wrap your damp hand around him giving him an experimental pump

"is this..? okay? does it feel good?"

"oh fuck yeah hun, it feels- you feel amazing.. keep going.. just like that.."

you start pumping him slowly occasionally giving him little squeezes when he spurs you on with all his moans and whimpers and his hips start thrusting up into your grip when he's close

"oh shit- i'm gonna cum darling"

once again, you surprise him by sticking out your tongue and placing his tip on it while continuing with your hand movements

you might not be as experienced as him (not at all actually) but you've seen enough movies and heard enough stories to have some tricks up your sleeve

and mike loves finding out about all of them..

he's fucking seeing stars as he cums on your tongue and hand, some of his release dripping down his happy trail and heaving stomach

"FUCK- oh my god i can't believe you just did that..

"shit- did you not like it? was i not good? i'm sorry i thought you'd like that i won't do it again i prom-"

"not like it? not good? where's all this nonsense coming from? of course i liked it, you were fucking amazing hun, i don't think i've ever finished so hard in my life"

"so.. you did like it?"

"hell yeah i did, that was hot as fuck.. i didn't know you were such a dirty girl though.. where'd you learn to do that, huh?"

"oh well josh told me you'd really enjoy it, i guess he was ri-"

"wait what? i'm gonna fucking kill him"

"relax mike, jeez it was a joke!!"

[bteezxyewriter12]

Annoyed Series

San

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 1.4k

Includes- Everything is consensual, established relationship, slight hand job, rough blow job, deep throating, face fucking, taunting, throat bulge, cum swallowing, alludes to pussy eating, slight fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @stephy-nicole13 @mknae-jongho @amyz78 @marvelfamily3000 @bykeynote

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"Come over here and get on your knees", I snap, pointing to the spot in front of my computer chair

She looks down as she comes over and goes on her knees in front of me

She knows she's in trouble

All I wanted was for her to cuddle me while we watched a movie with the guys

Instead she whined about how clingy I was and called me a baby for wanting her to hold me

Yeah I know I can be overbearing and clingy sometimes but she didn't have to say that shit in front of the guys

Who laughed at me

When I glared at her, leaned forward and asked her "What did you say?", she knew she was fucked

I stood up and started for my room, knowing she'd follow

She tried to apologize when we got to my room but I stopped that shit right away

I don't want to hear apologies right now

"You want to have such a smart fucking mouth, how about you use it in a productive way?", I snap

She swallows, nodding

"You know what to do"

Her hands reach up, fingers going in my sweatpants and boxers, pulling them down, freeing my cock

I lift my ass off the chair so she can pull my pants all the way down

"Get me hard"

Her hand wraps around my semi hard length, stroking up and down

A hum of pleasure spreads through me, my cock becoming harder with each jerk

She spreads the cum at my head, her hand moving faster, twisting as she does, feeling so good

"Suck on my head"

Her pretty mouth wraps around my head, her tongue lavishing licks right before she sucks softly, her hand still moving

"Fuck", I groan, tilting my head back, "Take more"

Her mouth opens wider, pushing down on my dick, her tongue on my underside as her sucking gets faster

"Good girl", I praise her as the pleasure increases

One thing about my naekkeo, she's good at sucking cock

It shocked me when she told me it's one of her favorite things to do to me

And I get all the blow jobs I want

She looks at me as she blows me and I point down

She understands and sinks her mouth lower, my head poking into her throat

She chokes, making me smirk

I love hearing her choke and gag and she likes it too

She knows that if it's too much she can just get off my dick, I won't stop her

I have a big dick that's on the thicker side and I don't want to hurt her

I never want to hurt her

"More", I snap, pushing her hand off me, "Take it all"

She slowly moves, and I watch my cock disappear into her mouth

Her throat open for my length and it feels phenomenal, her eyes flooding with tears

She bottoms me out, holding herself on my cock, her throat spasming around me

"That's it", I murmur, holding the back of her head, "Now bob"

She slides up until she's almost off my cock, then I shove her back down, fucking right into her throat

She gags, spit flying everywhere

Letting go, she slides back up and I shove her back down, bottoming out in one move

We move this way, me pushing her back down, taking my cock deep in her throat

She grips my thighs hard, her choking sounds so fucking beautiful, her eyes pouring tears

"Now you're putting that mouth to good use", I snap, loving the sight of her head moving up and down, the bliss so intense

She moans around my cock, the vibrations running up my spine, making a tingly feeling in my body I enjoy

"You have the fucking nerve to call me a baby and clinging when I just want to be near you, now you can choke on cock", I snarl, shoving her down and holding her there, "Choke right now"

She does, her throat spasming around me, her nails digging into my skin as her eyes squeeze shut

She breathes in through her nose, trying to get her throat to settle but it's not working

I pull her head up, letting her breath for a few seconds

She looks up at me with her watery eyes but I just scoff, "Again"

Driving her head down, I enter her throat fully, making her choke on my cock again

I do this a few times, the sight and sound of her gags such a turn on

Deciding she needs a small break, I pull her off my dick, globs of spit everywhere, some connecting my cock to her mouth

It's so hot

"Lick my cock", I demand

She leans forward, her tongue running up my length slowly, my body trembling from the pleasure

She licks all the way to my head, flicking the underside then moves back down licking up again and again, pressing kisses and sucks against my dick as her tongue moves

"Taste", I tell her

She nods, her tongue lapping at my slit, licking up my leaking cum

"Good?"

Her drenched eyes find mine, nodding, her tongue flicking over and over

"Want my cum?"

"Yes", she croaks

I nod, "Open and go down halfway. I'm gonna fuck your throat"

She nods, doing exactly as I instructed

"Good, now keep that fucking mouth open"

Holding her head in place, I thrust my hips up, burying my cock in her throat, bliss taking over

"All I wanted was to give you affection", I grunt, fucking into her throat with each word, listening to the wet sound of her throat along my cock, "I just wanted some affection and you were being so mean about it"

Leaning forward, I move my free hand against her throat, feeling it bulge with each thrust of my cock

Fuck, I love that

"Making fun of me in front of the guys. Not very nice"

Tears are cascading down her face like a waterfall as she takes the throat pummeling I'm giving her, her eyes apologizing to me

"I know you're sorry naekkeo", I tell her, "But you shouldn't have done it in the first place"

I drive my cock into her throat, each stroke getting me closer to snapping

"You're gonna be a good fucking girl and swallow all the cum I give you. Got it"

She moans, nodding, her mouth watering around my dick

I shove up, burying down her throat, ecstasy blinding me as I cry out, my entire body shaking, my cum spurting

She swallows on my coming dick over and over, the tightness of it so overwhelming but so fucking amazing

I can't think, I can only feel

My hand loosens in her hair as I finish but to my surprise her mouth starts sucking desperately

Overstimulation hits me, slight pain mixed with pleasure but it feels so fucking good, I don't want her to stop

I watch her suck my dick desperately, feeling myself getting harder and harder in her throat

After a few minutes, I'm fully hard again, in awe that she actually got me hard after an orgasm

Normally I need like ten to fifteen minutes but this was more like five

She's amazing

I stop her, pulling her off my dick and she sits back on her heels, looking up at me with those perfect eyes, breathing hard, her face a mess of tears, spit and cum

"Have you learned your lesson?", I ask her

She nods, biting her lip

"Are you gonna fuck with me again?"

She shakes her head, croaking, "No Sannie"

"Good girl", I tell her, reaching to my desk and getting the bottle of water I left there last night

I give it to her, "Drink naekkeo"

She takes it and downs the whole bottle

"Did I hurt you?", I ask worried

She shakes her head, "No Sannie"

I nod, relieved, "I think you deserve to cum now"

She nods, excitement in her eyes, "Yes Sannie"

"Get undressed then lay on the bed with your legs open", I tell her, "I'm gonna eat your pretty pussy, then after you cum, I'm gonna fuck you and you'll cum on my cock"

Her eyes widen and she nods, immediately standing up

I watch her strip for me, then get on my bed, her legs open

Standing, I pull my shirt off, then go to her, leaning over her

"I love you naekkeo"

"I love you Sannie"

Bending down, I kiss her, pouring all my love into it with her kisses me back the same way

Then I kneel on the floor, keep her legs open and bury my tongue in her sweet pussy

[sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks]

I want kids.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 garroth x fem!reader

𝐂𝐖 none I think there's nothing weird except kissing and swapping cooties.

Garroth and y/n have been together for 3 years they started dating when they were 15 and have just been together since then.

After a dinner date last night took place between the two of them it left them super tired and ready for bed.

Once you hit the pillow you were asleep. Mouth open and drooling But even at this silly sight garroth just sat there admiring you while thinking to himself about how lucky he is to have such a beautiful, smart, funny, and kind girlfriend.

The next morning the peacefully sleeping couple was rudely awoken by your mother knocking at the door.

“ good morning sweetheart, I need to ask you a favor .“ your mom calls threw the door. Leaving garroth and you to start tossing and turning.

“Mom just come in stop yelling. We're not naked!” you yell out to her but accidentally yell too loud and hurt your boyfriend's ears making him cover his ears and say ow. In apology, you lightly rub his ears. While doing so your mom walks into the room and sits on the bed next to you too.

“ so I have a huge favor to ask you and I don't know if you will be happy about it or not but regardless of if you want to do it I wish for you to say yes.” your mom seems to be cautious of her words and what she's asking for which makes you worry slightly. You make a frowny face anticipating a task you wouldn't wanna do for the life of you.

“ I need you to babysit for me today, I told my friend I would babysit her daughter so she could do a job interview but my work called in and said I need to come down now. I don't wanna cancel on her y/n please do this for me she will pay you,” she begs.

“Okay….. Mom, I don't mind. I love kids of course I will do it.” you say in a confused tone.

She sighs in relief.

“ thank you baby she should be here in 30 minutes. The house is baby ready, she doesn't walk yet but she does grab. Everything.” she warns. And you nod in understanding.

“ alright I'm going to leave now let you two get back to whatever you two were doing “ she winks at you while doing a little groovy dance outta the room making you roll your eyes and laugh a little.

“you're a freak Mom” you yell out. Garroth starts to laugh at your ending to the conversation. After hearing him laugh it makes you lean back and allow your head to him on the bed making you look up at him sitting propped up on his arm and hand to face. You smile while looking at him in loving bliss.

“ hi baby good morning,” he says to you while taking his other hand and setting it up to your face to slightly graze your face.

“ good morning baby, “ you say back pulling your arms up to lay them on him in a silly way.

“ do you wanna babysit with me today?” you ask him.

“ I wanna do everything thing with you,” he responds and before you can he attacks your face with kisses. Starting with your nose and cheeks going down to your lips planting a big one there letting it turn into a passionate kiss. After a moment he pushes back to let her breathe.

“ so is that a yes?” you ask and he responds without words and attacks your face again with kisses smothering you. While giggles fill the room it appears you lost time because there was a ring at the doorbell. You go downstairs to open the door and like you assumed it is your mom's friend and the sweetest looking baby you have ever seen.

“ hiii y/n. I don't know if you remember me I know it's been a while but I'm so happy you were willing to babysit my sweet girl” She pulls the stroller up closer.” this is Amelia, she's 14 months old and she loves to grab ANYTHING. I swear if you leave anything she can hurt herself with for some reason those are her favorite toys “ she lets out a small laugh to hide her nervousness that your sure she feels due to leaving her young baby with a teenager even if she knows you. You smile in return to try and help comfort her a little.

“Well hello, Amelia you're so cute and I love your hair bows, “ you say while putting your finger out to let her grab it but she seems to have a better idea and grabs your hair, gripping it with her tiny strong hands. Her mother helps you break loose of her little fighter's hands. You laugh it off because you know you kinda set yourself up for that. The number one rule around kids is always to have your hair up.

After exchanging goodbyes and rules on what to do and what time it should be done you and Amelia start to head inside and begin your journey today. As you're walking back inside you see your boyfriend come downstairs.

“ This is our little friend today, her name is Amelia and she has a dangerous grip so be careful of your hair,” you say to your boyfriend while picking her up out of her stroller to hold her on your hip.

“ Hello Amelia did you know I have a cousin with that name “ he says to the baby while putting his finger out for her to grab. While she's griping his finger trying to bite him he stops paying attention and just begins looking at you and the way you hold her and smile at her, something about the sight just looks right to him.

As the day went on they fed her, played with her and she spilled juice and ravioli on herself so you bathed her, and garroth cleaned up the mess. After that, she took a nap in your arms. As you sat there holding her garroth couldn't stop watching, he couldn't stop watching you be so mother-like. It made him have this unexplainable happy feeling in his heart causing him to realize he's yearning so hard for something he didn't even know he wanted. After you lay the baby down and come back to the room garroth is in you look at him kinda funny because his facial expression says something is troubling him.

“what's wrong baby?” she asks while sitting next to him and putting her hand in his hair as a form of comfort.

“ I want a baby” he states bluntly before kissing her passionately. “ I want… I want to have a baby…. With you… I want you. “ he says through breaths. You were very shocked and didn't know how to react at first so you just kissed back but after a moment you finally reacted by pushing back to face him.

“What are you talking about?!?!” you say in a panicked tone. He sits up so he has more access to you.

“ I want a baby with you I want to be with you, watching you today made me realize how badly I just want to be with you. I couldn't stop thinking about our future today and I know we're still young so I'm not asking right now but I just want you to know for later because I plan on being with you later,” he pauses for a moment to take a breath “ but what I am asking is will you marry me?” he proposes.

“ I…… omg you're proposing to me right now I think I'm going to pass out wow “You stand up for a moment “ I… I.….YES of course I will marry you “You jump into his lap and wrap your arms around his head to kiss him.

“ oh thank Irene I thought you weren't going to say yes for a second there “ he sighed then said “Thank you, thank you for saying yes thank you for existing thank you “She laughed at his sweet compliments and he pulled her back into their kiss.

Heyyyy guys its been a minute so sorry for the long as wait I've had month last month and now I'm recovering. I know I haven't been posting a lot of stories as of recently but I do also do art so check that out please. Anyways I hope you all enjoy my slow come back maybe my next one won't be so sloppy but who knows?

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

To everyone criticizing or complaining about this incredibly talented author addressing the comments on their work: please understand that you don't have to engage with content you don't wish to see.

It's unbelievable and childish that some of you are losing it over how an author reacts to criticism of their work. Consider this: you're going out of your way to attack someone who has dedicated time and effort to create something for your enjoyment, just because you can't recognize that the story is about a grown adult who doesn't need coddling and can handle some harsh words. Grow the fuck up.

Spencer is not a child. Has he gone through some pretty messed up stuff? Yes! But that doesn’t mean we need to baby him and shield him from all the terror out there. Many people in the fandom have gone out of their way to tear apart an incredible character, stripping away his autistic traits and infantilizing him.

Believe me when I say this: a few harsh words won’t destroy him to the point where he needs to be wrapped in a blanket and coddled because his feelings got hurt. Have any of you considered how absurd that is, especially given that he works in a field where he’s constantly exposed to corpses, crime scenes, and serial killers?

The point is, some of you need to start appreciating the effort writers put into creating something for your entertainment. A story doesn’t write itself; it has to be thought through, written, revised multiple times, and published before it reaches you. No writer, unless specifically requested, writes with one person in mind. Some stories might catch your attention, and some won’t. If you’re not interested in one, move on and find one that does interest you. If you liked a story but didn’t enjoy certain aspects, find another one. If you can’t find anything you like, write your own. Stop bothering authors just because they write for themselves and the fandom, and not specifically for you.

Lastly, if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything. Your input is neither necessary nor asked for.

To the author: Thank you for providing us with multiple incredible stories, and I’m very sorry you have to deal with this stupidly childish behavior.

While I hate to see you go, I’m glad you’re doing what’s right for you. Sending lots of love!

I have been doing a lot of moving chores today so I am too tired to do a very in depth reply to this - but I just wanna say: yeah. You are very smart. Everything you said - applause. Good job.

People in the fandom have literally said that Jason Gideon is a "predator" for luring Spencer into the FBI and "forcing" him to do that job, when it's a job that Spencer clearly cares about a lot (and Spencer is a certified fucking genius with multiple doctorates and big big credentials - so he could get any job he wants and he CHOSE the FBI)

Also people have said that Derek leaving to raise his son (after he named his son after Spencer and called Spencer the best little brother ever) - was him "abandoning" Spencer. Derek Morgan making the right choices for his family was him ABANDONING SPENCER

Spencer is not a baby. He is a grown man

And people either approach fanfiction with the attitude that he's OOC - a completely allistic neurotypical Daddy (borderline sociopath) hard dom with 0 emotions who doesn't give a fuck about anybody else's emotions who is only there to have very rough sex and that is it. OR - he is a puddle of tears and trauma who is a big baby crying all the time and he needs to be wrapped in soft blankets and if anybody looks at him the wrong way or says one bad word to him, he will crumble, at that person is Evil. If anybody in the BAU (like JJ) says something bad to him - they are evil incarnate and they are as bad as every single UnSub that the team has ever taken down.

When my fics take a mid level approach - that Spencer is allowed to be emotional and be yelled at, and his intense emotions get out of control and also hurt other people - the fandom cannot handle that take at all.

Anyway - thank you for saying all that you have said even if I have only managed to respond to one part of it 😂

[restlesswritings]

JO1 Scenarios:

Cute moments with him

A/N: Requests are open; Pairing: JO1 Members x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: None Masterlists : JO1 JPOP KPOP

Sho

To other people it might have seemed odd when your boyfriend suggested strawberry picking for your anniversary but to you it made perfect sense, that was Sho. As you look at the massive amount of strawberries, one stands out. "Oh yes! This one will definitely beat hi-" Your words are cut off when a giant hand reaches over your shoulder, snatching the strawberry from you. "Hey! That one was mine you meanie!" You yell at your big, redheaded teddy bear like boyfriend, causing him to burst out laughing while dipping your big strawberry in condensed milk, getting a bit of the cream on his lip in the process. Rolling your eyes, you can't help but let a smile cross your features. "Come on hanii , you know you love me.." He says, as he holds up the biggest strawberry you've ever seen. He drops on one knee, holding the strawberry up to you. "Forgive me?" He asks while holding in one of his contagious laughs. Taking the strawberry, you gave him a big smile and yank him up, "Yes of course!" You say, quickly pecking his lips before running away with the strawberry, leaving your boyfriend shocked to say the least.

Ren

The sound of the front door opening almost causes you to drop the bowl in your hands, you quickly place it on the table, tidying up the flowers and candles. Just at that moment, Ren walks into the kitchen, "Y/N, what is all this?" He asks, surprise evident on his face. "I just wanted to do something nice for you. You've been working hard for the comeback." You say causing him to pull you into his warm embrace, "Thank you, this made my day." He says while pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. After you both sit down, he is the first to take a bite, "Mhm, oh my god.. this is delicious! You made this?!" He asks in shock causing you to laugh, "Hmm, you shouldn't question my cooking skills," You say playfully. Being so absorbed in the taste of the food he blurts out, "Thank you Y/N, seriously, I love this and I love you!" His eyes go wide, he lifts his thumb up in embarrassment, "Um.. I meant this is good.. good job? " He says. letting out a nervous giggle. You reach forward and grab his hand in yours, "I love you too Rennie" You say with the biggest smile on your face.

Ruki

"You didn't have to come with me, you know?" you say to your boyfriend, Ruki, watching as he struggles with a baby goat that was currently trying to eat his jacket. "I couldn't just let you come out here by yourself, with all these wild animals!" He exclaims, looking a little ridiculous in your father's farming clothes. "I appreciate it, Ruk-" your words get cut off as you let out a loud laugh as one of the sheep steals his hat right out of his hand. "Yah!" He yells at the sheep, running after it but having no luck. "Wait! I have an idea." You say and ran to the house as he continued his battle. You came back a few minutes later to an exhausted looking Ruki, his eyes lit up when he saw you, "You're back! This sheep is so stubborn, we can ju-" he cut himself off and his eyes got even wider when he noticed the feed in your hand. "You're so smart!" He said and grabbed some from you. After a few minutes of negotiating with the very stubborn sheep, you guys finally got his hat back. "Yes!! Oh my god, thank you!" Ruki exclaimed and pulled you into a hug. Walking back to the house, he stopped you, "I guess I was the one who needed saving, heh.. thank you hanii" he said and gave you a quick kiss. "Anytime you goof" you said with a smile.

Junki

You were currently making your way to the dorm and as you were about to knock the door was pulled open by an overly excited Junki, looking as cute as ever, in something as simple as a plain t-shirt and jeans. "AH! If it isn't my beautiful girlfriend!" he said with a giant smile, pulling you into a hug. Laughing while in his embrace you pulled back a little to see his smiling face, "So what do you have planned for us this evening, cutie?" you asked while moving some of his hair from his forehead. "Ah! I'm glad you asked, first I thought we could cook a meal together, which I'm sure will be a disaster.. then eat while watching only the best movie of all time, The Avengers!" he exclaimed, shooting a charming smile at you with such happiness in his eyes. "I love it!" You said with a smile before you both made your way to the kitchen. All was well, you two were laughing a lot and making progress with the meal until Junki went to flip it. "Junki, I can do it if-" you started before he shushed you, closing his eyes and letting out a dramatic breath before he quickly tried, and failed to flip the food, causing you to burst out laughing. "You're so lucky you're cute Kono Junki." You said as you made your way over to salvage the meal.

Keigo

"Yah can I take this off now?" your boyfriend, Keigo asks for the third time, causing you to roll your eyes as you finished sprinkling confetti on the floor. "I just put it on you and besides, do you want to see your surprise or not?" you said giving him a playful nudge. "I DO, that's why I need this blindfold off.." he said in a playful tone, making you roll your eyes once again. "Okay Mr smarty pants, almost ready.." you said as you went to the kitchen and grabbed the furry little baby, bringing her over to the living room where your anxious boyfriend was waiting. Sitting her down next to him, you fixed the pink bow on her neck, "Okay take it off!" you said excitedly, waiting for his reaction. He looked around and was confused before he glanced down upon hearing a little "mew" and his eyes got wide when he saw the furry kitten. "A KITTEN?!" he exclaimed, picking her up ever so gently, staring at her in awe. "You got me a kitty?" he asked and hugged the animal against his chest. "I got us a kitten, I know how much you wanted a fur baby." you said while petting the baby in his arms. "I love you so much, you know that right??" he said while pulling you into a hug, careful to not squish the small kitten. "I do know that and I'm assuming you liked the surprise?" you asked with knowing smile."I love it!" he shouted while playing with the new addition to your family.

Takumi

Knocking on Takumi's door, the last thing you expected to see was your redheaded boyfriend wearing pink bunny ears and a bright smile. "Wah! You look so cute Kumi!" you said to him in a baby voice, poking at his new accessory making his smile drop. "Oi stop! I only do this for you and you know it." He said while playfully swatting your hands away as you two made your way into his apartment. Your smile soon turned to shock as you came face to face with a romantic set up in his living room, complete with candles, face masks, snacks, and your favorite movie ready to be played. "Kumi.. you did this for me?" you asked, on the verge of tears. "Yeah, you said you had a rough day at work so I thought this could make it better.." he said shyly and rubbed the back of his neck. "My princess deserves to smile." he said before he was pulled into your warm embrace. "I love it, so much. Let's do facemasks first!" you said and pulled him over to the cute set up. Getting on your knees, you pushed his hair back with the headband and gently apply the tiger face mask. "Yah you look so cute!! Let me take a photo please!" you said and snapped a photo of your boyfriend, causing him to groan "Y/n! ugh you're the only one who can see that!" he said sternly, making you roll your eyes and laugh at how cute he was.

Syoya

The sound of your facetime ringtone brought you out of your thoughts as you pressed the accept button, your smile widened when you saw your adorable boyfriend on your screen wearing an equally big smile. "Y/n! I missed you!!" he yelled into the speaker. "Hi hanii! I missed you too, I was literally just thinking about you" you said with flushed cheeks, causing him to let out a laugh. "I wanted to call you while I was alone, I wanted to tell you somethi-" his sentence was cut off by loud laughter and the sound of a door slamming, "I spoke too soon heh.." Syoya said with a pout just as Shion and Shosei made their way into frame. "Hey! Did you tell her yet??" Shion asked, not realizing you were on call. "shh.. she's on the phone right now.." Syoya said while pointing at you causing the other two to freeze "Oi heh, hi y/n!" Shosei said and hurried out of frame, pulling Shion with him. "What did you want to tell me?" you asked, slightly nervous now. "Oh um nothing bad, I just um.. I love you.?" Syoya said more as a question causing you to look at your boyfriend in disbelief, "really?" you asked to make sure you were hearing things correctly. "Yes, I do. I can't wait to be home with you." he said before getting up, "Look I know this was a short call but I have to go. I love you." he said, waving as the other two waved as well "Wait! I love you too Kimata Syoya!" you said causing the biggest smile to form on his face and the other two to cheer before the call ended.

Shosei

"Okay I think I should add the ingredients and you stir them.." you said as your boyfriend was trying but failing at measuring the butter for the cake you two were currently trying to make from scratch. "Hey! I can do it.. I just have to uh.. I got this." Shosei said as he continued his battle with the measuring cups causing you to let out a loud laugh. "Okay, okay.. you do that and I'll preheat the oven." you said, turned your back for five seconds before turning around to a flour covered Shosei, you laughed loudly as you covered your mouth in shock at how quickly your boyfriend got messy. "How? That i-is my only question hahaha" you got out in between laughter, causing his cheeks to flush. "A little help please?" he said with big eyes, making you feel bad for your boyfriend. You reached over and lightly wiped the flour out of his hair and began to wipe the white powder off his cheeks when he grabbed your hand "What are yo-" you began to ask before he pulled you into a kiss, covering you in flour as well. Pulling back he could barely see your red cheeks under the amount of flour that was now covering your face. "There we both look ridiculous. Now can you hand me the eggs?" he asked as if nothing happened, leaving you shocked and covered in flour.

Sukai

Carrying the shopping bags with you, you made your way to your boyfriend, Sukai's apartment. Knocking you waited excitedly for him to open the door, a smile forming on your lips when the door flung open to a smiling Sukai who automatically pulled you into a warm hug. "y/n! What are you doing here??" " he asked, surprised you were at his house. "I got you a few things! But the only thing is.. I want you to try them on for me" you said while looking up at him with puppy eyes. "ehh.. okay only because its you!" he said as he pulled you into the living room, placing you on the couch. "I'll go change!" he said and disappeared. Returning a few minutes later, Sukai had a huge smile on his face, "I literally love this shirt" he said while striking a few poses for you causing you to let out a loud laugh. "I love it! You look hot!" you said causing him to blush and hide his face "Thank you hanii, I love this and you" he said and sat next to you, pulling you on to him. "You're welcome Sky, anything to make you smile.." you said and pecked his cheek causing him to blush even more. "I love you too" you added and snuggled into your boyfriend with a smile on your face.

Shion

"Okay, try holding it up more on the right side." you said to your boyfriend, Shion, who was currently trying to hang up a painting you had found for your shared apartment. "um, I think you're going to need a taller boyfriend, maybe a giraffe." he said in a huff, arms struggling to hold the piece of decor any longer. You couldn't help the obnoxious snort that escaped as you let out a loud laugh at your boyfriend and the current situation. " Wha- you liked that? I have more jokes where that came from." he said and put the painting down, walking over to you. "What does a storm cloud wear under his raincoat?" he asked with a huge toothy grin on his face, looking at you with big eyes. "Hmm I don't know, what?" you said, holding your stomach from laughing so hard. "Thunderwear!" he yelled and let out a loud laugh, falling to the floor. You joined him in the over the top laughter, which soon turned into real laughter like always when you were around Shion. "Thank you for always making me laugh, I'm going to live forever haha" you said and tried helping him up, only to fall down on top of him igniting the laughter once again. "I don't think this will ever get hung" you said with a playful groan, "I think it looks pretty good where it's at" he said causing you to laugh once again, both your stomachs aching from the laughter.

Mame

You were fidgeting with your fingers as you felt the nerves and excitement course through you while waiting for the boys to finish up in the dressing rooms. You were here as a total surprise to all the boys, especially your boyfriend, Issei. Hearing the loud sounds of the chaotic boys, you turned and immediately found your boyfriend's eyes. The look of pure shock was evident on his face and he ran towards you, scooping you up in his arms. "Y/n! What! I can't believe you're here!" Mame exclaimed, as he slowly put you back down, arms still wrapped around you. "I wanted to show my support for my favorite idol!" You said with a wink, smiling at your boyfriend, causing him to blush. Your moment was interrupted when Sho and Junki came up behind Mame and started making kissing noises, "AWH look at the two love birds!" Junki yelled, barely keeping his laughter in. "Aren't they the cutest??" Sho asks, Junki agreeing. You had never seen Mame's face more red than it was in this moment. "He's so cute, blushing and-" Sho was cut off by Mame playfully pushing them away. "Oi! I have a girlfriend, get over it" He said and put his arm around you proudly. "I could cry, our baby Issei is growing up." Junki said and walked away dramatically, leaving you and Mame with nothing but red cheeks and laughter.

A/N: PLEASE I HAD TOO MUCH GOING THROUGH MY HEAD WHILE WRITING THESE

[0nonjudgement0]

I don't even know. Baby fever and whatever else.

CW: mentions of sex, pregnancy, pregnant!reader, not proofread.

Something something you having a one-night stand with Oscar. Nothing inherently special… except for the fact he’s the first guy you’ve been with in years, only the second. You guys had met at a party, having known of each other before that, but not really. You were the smart one, going to some college in the much richer part of LA for a degree that required more brain power than most people used in a week; Oscar was still fairly fresh out of prison, doing gang stuff–being the center of it. 

Something something he doesn’t see you for days,which turns to weeks. Well, he sees you, but doesn’t see you as in speak to you and catch up. More of just watching you from the window of his car while he rolled around the block. (Cesar warned him about being careful not to fall out of the window like some love struck fool. He didn’t speak again after a single glance). Sometimes eyeing you up so you could see it.

Something something you approach one day on his front lawn, wide-eyed and startled, flinching at almost every clang around you. He chuckled at the comments the men around you threw about being “attached” and “searching”, “hung up”. He was about to turn away, send you off, when you grabbed him. Trembling fingers grabbing his arm desperately, and when he snapped back toward you, you looked just as surprised that you grabbed him. The up-tight, genius girl that seemed so sealed, especially around men, was so scared and nervous. Someone had once mentioned something about how anxiety-stricken you always were, but this was a different kind of anxiety. He grabbed you from under the arm, tugging you into the house and somewhere away from open windows and obvious places. A little corner in the kitchen.

Before he could pull out a “Speak”, you dump a handful of little white sticks from your pocket onto the counter, at least three, flipping them all upward to reveal even littler pink lines. Tests. Pregnancy tests. He stared at them for a moment, trying to remember what amount meant that you were pregnant. But you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. Fuck. 

Before he could get a word in, once again, you start spilling your guts, rambling about getting sick and taking one for the giggles and then telling your parents after two more and getting kicked out and now you're staying in a dingy motel with what garbage bags of your stuff… damn. What a shitshow. He’d never been aware that you could look so scared. He just kinda assumed you couldn’t be.

He picks one up in silence as you wring your hands, staring at the little lines. It was his, looking at you that was obvious. He had already practically raised a kid–Cesar. But this was different. Like, really different, in a way he couldn’t quite name. He could give you money. But raising the baby? Mm…

“Are you gonna keep it?” he asked, staring at your middle that was covered by a loose zip-up. He was tempted to see if he could feel anything, poke around. 

“I don’t know if I can,” you confess, looking down at the ground.

Something something after a good month of turmoil, you keep it, move into a dingy apartment that was fairly big in a fairly… bad part of the city. Not a lot of gangs or anything, but it was near Santos territory, and a bit dirty. But it was nothing exactly awe-striking or anxiety-inducing. College was put on pause due to the summer, and you were lucky enough to land a waitress job. (see, thinking a lot does work).

Though the envelope containing a giant wad of cash stayed exactly where you found it outside your door. You had touched it once out of curiosity, and put it back immediately. A week had passed since then, and it was still sitting out there. He almost wanted to shake you because of it, but you were smart to leave it. Knocking on the door (god knows how he found the address), he shoved the worn envelope into your hands. “Money,” he stated. “For you. Take it.”

And that was the start of non-legally required child support payments that he made, dropping it off so you wouldn’t leave it to sit out and rot, again. It was definitely confusing. He’d linger briefly and then bolt. No words at all. You guys never finished talking about it, you didn’t even remember saying anything to him after that day.

                                                                      ***             

You were harshly awakened from your nap on your overstuffed couch (facebook marketplace really was great) from someone banging on the door. Obviously, you knew who it was. 

Almost gagging at the smell of tobacco smoke coming from behind the front door, you still opened it, looking down at the familiar white envelope that was being pushed toward you. You didn’t take it immediately, rubbing your eyes and resting a hand on your bump before taking it from him. “Thank you,” you murmur, tossing the envelope onto a side table near the door (again, facebook marketplace). Instead of the gruff “hm” and stare of and then sudden exit, Oscar was staring hard. Particularly at the bump that was more prominent now. Very. 

“You’re big,” he pointed out, still looking at the swell. Wow. Really charming, just as you remembered. God, he looked warm too. And not in a sexual way. He looked comfy. It was the baby, making you want to be coddled and held. 

“Five months and three weeks,” you add. “Halfway done.” And god did you feel huge. 

“Only?” he cocked a brow. 

“Well, it’s your baby.”

That familiar smirk popped up, after months of straight faces and awkward silence, he was somewhat engaging, even if you had barely known each other in the first place. How could he not when you looked so sleepy, in pj’s with the culprit stuck on your front? The culprit that was… much bigger than the last time he dropped money off. Without asking or even really hinting towards it, he placed a hand against your belly with a small smack. Not stinging, just enough to surprise you, and the baby. 

The teeniest bit of puttering feet was felt, something you were still getting used to yourself. Along with sleeping on your side with an uncomfortable weight. He just prodded for a moment, poking around the little thing with the same fervor as a confused dog. “If you’re gonna bond with the baby can I at least sit down?”

And now you were tucked under his arm, on the couch, napping, while he poked and prodded some more at the little thing, trying to figure out if he felt something or it was just his mind. Or if it was a hand or foot. 

More?? Maybe. But im hungry.

[puptoy]

My Reactions to his first assignment:

Good job! You're so beautiful. I love it when you show off for me.

It's really cute seeing you make a mess, but you're not allowed to waste any, okay? That's mine.

I'm not too worried about other bitches taking you. We both know you're all mine. It's really about respect; they should all know who you belong to and act accordingly. I wouldn't blame a girl for hitting on you in public if she didn't know you have an owner, you're a fine specimen. But if she knows you're spoken for, she's disrespecting me.

Good boy! Keep saving your cum for me. I'll take care of you when I know you've saved up enough to put on a really good show. I wanna see your cock twitch and spill everything you've been saving for me. Wish I was there to lick it up. I wouldn't waste a drop. I know you wouldn't have the self control to keep your hand off your big swollen needy cock if I didn't have you on a short leash. Needy stud.

I'll check the quality, don't worry baby. (When we live together, should I buy a microscope? Apparently I could also check if I'm fertile by analyzing my saliva. Isn't that so cool?)

I'm glad you like what I write for you. I slowly realized that I liked it when you decide to jerk off to my words instead of looking at anyone else... I didn't want to impose restrictions on you per se, but now that you've asked to be managed, I'm very happy to make sure you're only looking at the porn I make for you. I don't want you getting off to anyone else. I might not be there to physically touch you and tie you up like I want, but I can do something even better! I can control what you think about <3 When you read my words, I am putting thoughts directly into your head. So the more you read my words, the more my voice is filling your silly needy cumbrain. Isn't it kind of hot? That I can control you that easily? And every time your silly mind starts to wander, you come back to my words, my voice, and you think about how nice it is to be owned by me. I love making you feel good. Mind control isn't scary in real life, it's like a roleplaying game. I know you're used to being in charge of those, aren't you? I'm just creating a scenario in which you can enjoy being under my control... And as you keep reading my words, you are participating in that willingly. It feels good.

I just think it's so cute how you love being controlled. I love taking care of you. Sometimes I'm a little mean, but that's because I know better. I know what you need, not just what you want in the moment. The more you get aroused, the less you're able to think clearly, you know that? Dumb boys with big cocks can't think straight when all their blood is going... down there. So when I do "mean" things, it's just because I know what's good for you, darling. Your owner is very smart and she loves you very much. I'm happy you trust me to know better. It makes you feel so good, doesn't it? Say that, or mouth it for me if you are in public. "It feels good." Yes, good boy, it does feel good! You're such a good listener!

Aww, I popped your cherry with my vibrator, didn't I? I can't wait 'till I figure out how to make you cum with your ass, sweetheart. I bet it'll feel like the first time all over again. I love figuring out how to touch you in ways nobody else ever has. I loved making you feel good in a way you couldn't even do for yourself... Showing you a feeling you didn't know existed. It's like I have a way to pleasure you that's all mine.

I didn't even need to use the rope on you last time I used you to cum... You just did what I said because you're a good boy. And I know you liked it. It made you feel really good. You're not allowed to cum until I'm done with you. Until you make me cum as many times as I want. But even if my silly toy messes up, I can always use your mouth to satisfy myself. You're useful in lots of ways. And it feels good to be used, doesn't it?

I love you too, darling. I love you so much!

[offsidekineticist]

For Theoven: ☮ for a scene about behaving well

Thank you for the ask! Struggled a little with this one because I wanted to cover some time before he left Garund, but it was tricky figuring out what "behaving well" in that context would mean. Finally settled on repurposing/revising a little thing I wrote about his backstory (why did I originally write it in the 3rd person when all my Theoven stuff is 2nd person?).

CW: references to degenerative mental disease/dementia; a child taking on way too much responsibility; death of a parent; references to poverty; and Theoven tossing a lit firecracker into his mom's room to tell her breakfast is ready.

You know today is going to be one of the good days, because Mama is reading. Most days she can't do that anymore. Most days, when you wake her for breakfast, she is still asleep, or on really bad days she's sitting up and just staring at the wall. But today when you go to wake her for breakfast, Mama is already awake, sitting up in bed with one of her books.

"Holy fuck!" She shouts when the firecracker goes off next to her bed, and you grin because 'fuck' is a naughty word, and also she only swears on good days. On bad days your pranks just made her scream and cry. That doesn't stop you of course–as long as she doesn't react with silence, that means the pranks are helping, and if you do enough of them she might have a good day. 

That's your job: to give Mama lots of good days, enough to last forever. You aren't usually very good at your job–Mama doesn't have many good days anymore–but today is a good day. Giggling, you open the door and carry a tray with breakfast into the bedroom.

"Oh, you think this is funny, do you?" Mama asks from her bed, and you nod, trying to hide your smile behind a glass of not quite spoiled milk on the tray. "Oh, Theo," she sighs with a smile. "Never a dull moment with you, is there?"

You smile wide before offering her the tray. "Oh, thank you!" she says with a look of pleased surprise, and for a moment you feel a little glow of pride because this is a good day and you are doing a good job. Then she frowns suddenly at the breakfast: an over-easy egg (You scrounged the egg from a bird nest in a tree you had to climb) and a piece of toast. "You cooked this?" she asks. You nod, wondering frantically what was wrong - maybe that kind of egg was poisonous? Or maybe it's a very smart species of bird and you just murdered a baby? Or–

"You didn't break the yolk," she says slowly, and you relax, because this is not the first time she has had to think this through. "Have you been making me breakfast every morning?" she finally asks, and you nod. She looks sad and a little scared for a moment before smiling with her mouth while her eyes stay sad and watery. "Well, you've gotten very good at it! I've probably said that to you before, haven't I? I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I like it when you say I'm good at things," you say, and that makes her smile for real. She ruffles your bright orange hair with a pale hand–most of her is pale, except a little strand of green in her hair. You're the opposite: mostly orange and tan-brown, except for the pale patch on your elbow from when you gave Mama some of your color when you were a baby. Back when Mama had more good days than bad days, she used to check every day to make sure the patch hadn't gotten bigger, because if it got too big you would start having bad days, too, and then you wouldn't be able to do your job and give Mama good days.

"Well then, you should know you've gotten very good at making breakfast," Mama says before starting to eat breakfast. "Here–wanna see what Mama's reading?" She patted the space on the mattress next to her, and you grin because it's been so long since Mama read to you and it must be a very good day and you are doing a very good job. You scramble up onto the bed and snuggle under her left arm. She closes the book and shows you the front cover. "Can you read the title?"

"One thousand and one gods of the Vuh-drann - drawn - dra–"

"Vudrani."

" - Vudrani," you read out.

"Very good!" she says, and you practically preen with pride before realizing what you just read.

"There are a thousand and one gods?" you ask, eyes wide, because that's a lot of gods.

"Oh, there are a lot more than that. These are just some of the gods they worship in Vudra."

Your forehead wrinkles in thought. "But I thought gods were special. How can there be so many?"

"Well, there are still a lot more of us than there are of them."

"There's not a thousand people!" you exclaim indignantly. One thousand is a very big number. You know because you once tried seeing how high you could count, and you only made it to 150 or so before you lost count because you were distracted by a beetle as big as your hand flying in through an open window. You tried to get the beetle to stay and be your friend, but it couldn't understand you because beetles aren't very smart, so it flew away.

"You wanna hear something crazy?" Your mother asks, leaning in like she's about to tell you a secret, and you lean in too because you are very good at keeping secrets. "We live in a town with two thousand people. Just in our town." 

Your jaw drops, and you try to remember all the people you saw yesterday when you went to the market to borrow some stale bread when the baker wasn't looking, but you quickly realize there were too many to count. 

"And this isn't the biggest town we've lived in, is it?" Mama continues, and you shake your head.

"No. Katapesh was much bigger." Your face scrunches up as you try to figure out how much bigger itbwas. "They had…three thousand people?"

"More than two hundred thousand." 

Two hundred thousand? That's more than you can count times a thousand! That's a lot of people, and just in one city? You realize there must be a lot of people in Golarion. Eyes wide, you look back at the cover of the book that had started the conversation.

"I guess one thousand gods is still special," you finally pronounce. "Are they better than the Avistan gods?"

Mama taught you a lot about the gods in Avistan because that's where your dad lives, and someday she says you will visit and stay with him. You didn't like most of them–being a kid is hard, and you don't think anybody who has never been a kid had any business telling you how to be a kid (and people who don't remember what it's like being a kid aren't much better). But Irori and Iomedae and Norgorber and Caiden Calean had all been kids once, so you think they might be alright.

"Hmmm…no, I think they're just different. But there are some gods they worship in Avistan and Vudra. Like Irori. Before he was a god, he lived in Vudra." She opens the book. "His nephew became a god, too. Gruhastha. He was always one of my favorites because he's a book and a god."

"He's a book?" You repeat, because how can a person be a book?

"Yes, the Azvadeva Pujila. He wrote it when he was still mortal. The book was perfect, and perfect things must be divine, but a book by itself has no soul, so it can't be a god. So Gruhastha went into the book and became part of it, and it became part of him, and now the book had a soul and could ascend and be divine. But Gruhastha believes that knowledge should be shared, so he made copies of the Azvadeva Pujila and put a little of himself in each one. So anytime you hold a copy of the Azvadeva Pujila in your hands, you hold Gruhastha in your hands as well."

"Do we have a copy of it?" you ask eagerly, because you've been able to do many things traveling with Mama, but you have never held a god before.

"I think so–yes, in the Biggenlill Bag."

(The Biggenlill Bag is little on the outside but big on the inside. It is supposed to be called a bag of holding, but that's stupid because all bags hold things because that's what bags are for. You used to call it the Big-and-Little bag, but over time it got shortened to the Biggenlill Bag, which is so much more fun to say than Big-and-Little and definitely a better name than "bag of holding.")

You slide off the bed and scamper into the next room. The biggenlill bag is on one of the chairs at the kitchen table that hasn't been used since Mama's bad days made you stop in Finderplain. You grab the bag as you slide to a stop and then rapidly run back the other way, practically leaping onto the bed and almost knocking over Mama's glass of milk as you open the bag and reach inside. You have to stick your hand in all the way up to your shoulder, but your fingers eventually close around a book, and you yank it out of the bag. 

It doesn't look like you'd expect a god to look–you imagined it would be more sparkly–but Mama always says not to judge a book by its cover. It does feel special, though. You feel a thrill the second you touch it, and you feel…not quite afraid to open the book, but you can tell that opening the book will release something great and wonderful, something that will refuse to confine itself to the book once it is released.

"Do you want me to read it to you?" Mama asks, interrupting your reverie, and you nod and hand the book to her. She sets it on top of the book on her lap, opens it to the first page, and reads.

It is a wonderful day. The best day. Mama reads, and she reads, and she reads, until the desert sun sets, and her voice is hoarse, and you snuggle into her side and for once you aren't worried about doing your job, because this is a good day, and good days mean you're doing a good job. You listen to stories about monkeys and tigers and cobras and gods and children and ratfolk and humans, and you wonder if maybe, when Mama is better, you could go to Vudra and see the Cave of a Thousand Stars.

"I think that's enough for today," Mama finally says tiredly, and you nod before hugging her.

"Thank you, Mama," you say, and Mama hugs you close to her.

"Oh, you're so very welcome. I'm happy to do it for such a wonderful son."

You feel very warm at that, and despite the desert heat it's a good warm. Yes, you are doing a good job. "Love you, Mama."

"I love you too, Theo. Now." She kisses the top of your head. "Go get some rest. We can read more in the morning."

You nod vigorously, smiling wide so she won't see that you don't believe her. You may be doing a good job, but there haven't been two good days in a row for a very long time. Reminding her of that would just make her sad, though, so you pretend to believe her and kiss her on the cheek before taking the tray and the dirty dishes and sliding off the bed. You leave the books–you are very tired, and someone needs to stand watch, but Mama is holding a book that is also a god, so surely you can sleep for a little bit and let Gruhastha watch over her, can't you?

(You can't. Her last green hair disappears in the night. Her skin is already cold when the sun rises.)

[eikaeli]

Part 2/Part 3

Author's POV:

San sat in his room, feeling a little bit anxious about the upcoming wedding. He knew that he was marrying an Angel Princess, and that their worlds were vastly different. He turned to his friend Yeo Sang, who was helping him with his suit.

"Yeo Sang, do you ever feel like this whole thing is a mistake?" San asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Yeo Sang paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. "No, San. I don't think it's a mistake," he said, his tone reassuring. "I think this is an opportunity for you to unite the Demon and Angel realms, and to bring about a new era of peace and understanding."

San nodded, feeling a little bit better. "You're right. I just wish my brother wasn't so...well, you know."

Yeo Sang chuckled. "Yeah, Seonghwa can be a handful sometimes. But you're the one who was chosen for this role, San. You have the support of your people, and you have the strength and determination to make this work."

San smiled, feeling a renewed sense of confidence. "Thanks, Yeo Sang. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Yeo Sang grinned. "You'd probably be lost, wandering around the palace in your underwear," he joked.

San laughed, feeling much better about the situation. The wedding was only three days away, and he knew that he could face it with a clear mind and a strong heart, thanks to the support of his friend.

Woo walked into his sister's room, his arms full of white fabric. "Hey, sis. I brought the dress!" he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

Y/N looked up from the mirror, where she was adjusting her hair. "Thank you, Woo. You're the best," she said, beaming.

Woo laid the dress out on the bed, smoothing out the fabric with a gentle touch. "So, are you excited for the wedding?" he asked, looking up at her.

Y/N took a deep breath. "Yes, and no," she replied, her voice soft. "I'm excited to marry San, but I'm nervous about what's going to happen after. We're from two different worlds, you know?"

Woo nodded, understanding. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But you and San are perfect for each other. You're both kind, strong, and smart. Plus, you're going to make beautiful babies," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Y/N giggled, feeling a little bit better. "Thanks, Woo. I don't know what I'd do without you," she said, giving him a warm smile.

Woo grinned. "You'd probably end up wearing a potato sack instead of a wedding dress," he joked.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but laugh. Having her brother around always made her feel better, and she knew that he would be there for her no matter what.

Meanwhile, Yunho and Mingi were busy trying to convince their mother to let them help in the kitchen. "Come on, Mom. We know how to cook. We can help with the food," Yunho pleaded, his eyes pleading with his mother.

The Queen hesitated for a moment, looking uncertain. "I don't know, boys. Cooking for a wedding is a big job. I don't want you to get overwhelmed."

Mingi spoke up, his voice confident. "We won't get overwhelmed, Mom. We can handle it. Besides, we want to do something to help Y/N."

The Queen considered their words for a moment, before finally nodding. "Alright, fine. You can help in the kitchen. But be careful, and don't burn anything," she warned, her tone stern.

"Yes, Ma'am!!" they shouted making their mother close her ears, sometimes she forgot how loud her kids were.

Yunho and Mingi grinned, feeling grateful for their mother's trust. They knew that they could handle the job, and they were determined to make the wedding a success.

On the wedding day:

As the day of the wedding arrived, Y/N's nerves were in overdrive. She couldn't believe that she was getting married to a demon prince. What if she wasn't good enough for him? What if she messed up during the ceremony?

San was equally nervous. He had never imagined that he would get married, let alone to an angel princess. He wanted everything to go perfectly, to make sure that his bride was happy.

Woo, on the other hand, couldn't sit still. He was too excited for his sister's big day. He kept pacing around the room, making sure that everything was in order and that everyone was ready.

"Mingi, are you ready?" he asked his brother for the tenth time.

Mingi rolled his eyes. "Yes, Woo. I'm ready. Just like I was the last nine times you asked."

Yunho chuckled. "Woo, calm down. Everything is going to be fine."

Woo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Okay, okay. You're right. Everything is going to be perfect."

As they made their way to the ceremony, Y/N's nerves began to dissipate. She couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of spending the rest of her life with San. She looked over at him, and saw that he was smiling at her.

"You look beautiful," he said, his voice soft.

Y/N blushed. "Thank you. You look handsome too."

As they took their places at the altar, Woo couldn't help but feel emotional. His little sister was getting married. He couldn't believe how grown up she had become.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, and Y/N and San exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other for all eternity. As they were pronounced husband and wife, Woo let out a loud cheer, tears streaming down his face. The queen needs to calm him down before he becomes a crying mess in front of the guests.

"I'm so happy for you, Y/N!" he exclaimed, hugging his sister tightly.

Y/N laughed, feeling grateful for her brothers' support.

As the wedding reception went on, Woo couldn't help but flirt with the royal chef, trying to charm him with his smooth talk and charming smile. Y/N rolled her eyes at her brother's antics, but couldn't help but find it amusing.

Yeosang, on the other hand, was feeling shy around Jongho, the son of Lord Choi. He had a crush on Jongho for a while now but had never found the courage to tell him. Yeosang kept sneaking glances at Jongho from across the room, hoping that he would notice him.

Jongho, however, seemed oblivious to Yeosang's feelings. He was busy chatting with some of the other guests, completely unaware of the shy demon's affections.

As the night went on, Y/N and San danced together, their eyes locked on each other. Woo continued to flirt with Changbin, making him blush and giggle at his jokes. Yunho and Mingi were busy entertaining some of the younger guests, making sure that everyone was having a good time.

As the night drew to a close, Y/N and San shared a final dance together, the rest of the guests watching as they swayed to the music. Seonghwa stood nearby, proud of his brother and his new wife, with Hongjoong by his side, and of course drinks in his both hands.

Yeosang and Jongho shared a shy smile as they said their goodbyes, promising to see each other again soon. And Woo...well, he was already making plans to visit the royal kitchen again.

Author's notes: Sorry for the mix-up story of Woo, yeo, and jjong, but I try not to make it sounds awkward, just enjoy the story.

To Be Continued...

[vaaaaaiolet]

When you run out of his work summit on the brink of tears, you can't believe that Leon hasn't picked up on how he hurt you. His only option is to apologize, but you're not listening to a word he says. So he'll just have to make you watch.

mdni i'm so serious. married f / m smut where porn is the plot THERE'S LORE I SWEAR, sour then sweet dom leon, mirror sex, EMOTIONS, aftercare :3 + 1 bad pun

a/n: anon req'd reader w/ praise kink. i really thought i did something and then i read it and i wanted to die. it isn't my writing if i don't try turning smut into shitty poetry.

word count: 2.9k // read on ao3

“I’m apologizing now, aren’t I?”

“A little late for that, Agent Kennedy,” you seethe. 

Your metronome heels keep time with the irate pounding of your heartbeat. This California Ritz-Carlton hallway stretches like the goddamn Shining and you can’t seem to get away fast enough from your husband. He’s too damn good at his job, and you’re too smart to pretend that this dance the two of you are playing at is anything but a distraction, an impediment.

You are a distraction. You’ve been an unwelcome one all night.

So you’d cut it short yourself.

One keycard slice through the sensor and the sanctuary of your hotel room opens up to you, messy with the aftermath of black-tie preparation. You step up to the vanity; plant your palms on its wooden surface and stare straight ahead as if to admire your ruined mascara. It’s a formality, really. It’s not as if you need the mirror to remind you what happened in this room. Tonight began with indulgent kisses afraid to smudge dress shirt collars, hands squeezed for courage, Leon in perpetual pursuit of the train of your gown. Big dreams.

“You wanna talk? We can talk.” Leon shuts the door with an exasperated sigh. “Don’t make this difficult, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t do a damn thing,” you hiss. You stare daggers at his reflection.

“Really?” His shoulders drop. “Then what was all that with the storming off, the- oh baby, don’t look at me like that.” 

Leon’s arms wrap around your middle while his nose buries itself in your diamond-laced neck. He’s good at that, that sneaking thing without leaving so much as a whisper to signal where he’s going. The higher-ups at the DSO call it stealth. You just want the man you married to tell you what the hell he’s doing before he makes a fool out of you. 

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I swear,” he whispers, kissing softly down your neck. “Didn’t mean it at all, I’m sorry. What’d I do?”

You scoff. 

He’s testing the waters. A rough thumb finds and starts running down the divot of your spine, thank you backless Mirror Palais ballgown. Pass the smoking gun back and forth, pretend not to see the shrapnel from the bullet holes. You don’t pay Leon any heed as you stoically unhook diamond pendants from your ears, and he frowns.

“I said I was sorry.” 

“I shouldn’t need to tell you what you did, Leon.” 

Shame simmers sickly and strong in the pit of your stomach. You teeter on the edge of snapping altogether and consider throwing his blankets on the floor for the night – you will, actually, as soon you take off all your evening regalia. In your haste, your nails end up nicking Leon’s nose when he tries to murmur another weightless apology.

The kisses stop leaching onto your collarbone. “Don’t play this game with me, sweetheart.” 

“So now you’re calling me immature?”   

“Isn’t that what you call running out of my work summit? Making me chase you down?” Leon counters, running his hands down your sides in a last-ditch effort to diffuse the situation. Thinly-veiled irritation finally seeps into his tone. “What exactly did I do?”

And gosh, does that get the tears going. He’s so blind it hurts.

You tug pins furiously out of your hair in an effort to keep an impending outburst at bay. “You practically had me on a leash!”

Not once had he let you out of his sight in that dreadful ballroom. In front of all those international representatives and agents, people whose reputations preceded them, Leon had kept you attached to him with a heavy hand on your waist, glued to his hip like an untrustworthy child he’d lose track of at a supermarket. Coughs had quickly turned to snickers behind your back. You’re no agent, sure, but you could expect to have some kind of autonomy, right? 

The guest badge you’d flung over the hotel room bed glints tauntingly now, respected by every security detail except the one whose chest your back is currently pressed against. It’s humiliating how untrustworthy, how incapable he made you look tonight.

Leon blinks. “You’re saying I think you can’t handle yourself?”

“You don’t have to. You showed me all night.” 

Tears drip down your cheeks when he relents, his arms lifting like fog over the Golden Gate, and if you’re finally free from his clutches, you might as well take off this suffocating dress. It’s gauzy and gorgeous and completely worthless despite the stack of bills Leon paid for it, however giddy you’d been when he’d brought it home. 

If only you could reach the tiny zipper perched on your tailbone. 

Leon, ever the perceptive one, however, never passes up an opening whether it be zipped or not. He’s got a handy index and thumb; he puts them to use. He’s your husband after all. 

“Right, okay,” he exhales sharply, tugging the chain as your back bows forward, “I did this all wrong. I thought you’d catch on when I should’ve just shown you instead.”

“Show me what?”

A hand inside your newly agape gown. A palm pivoting south to the curve of your hip, pressing, searching. Leon presses his lips to your neck in answer, but this time, it’s urgent in a way that doesn’t quite feel like remorse. He hisses.

“Tell me to stop and I fucking will, but this is my last resort considering how bad I seem to be with my words, sweetheart. How many times have I told you I’m sorry?”

“You-”

A squeeze on your hip. A direction. 

“I need a number.”

The door, your neck, seconds ago.

“...three.”

“And not one of them made it inside that pretty head of yours,” Leon scowls. “Doesn’t look like words are either of our strong suits. Chin up for me, doll, and pay attention ‘cause I’m only asking this once.”

So you do, you lift your face to meet mascara-rimmed eyes in the mirror along with Leon’s sapphire-blue ones that glint right behind, and his palm drifts up to cup your jaw from underneath. He tilts it back and forth. Kisses his teeth. 

“Tell me. How am I supposed to let my wife loose in a room full of criminals just like that?”

What?

Leon circles your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb, pulling away quickly. Too early to indulge in this kind of affection. “Thought I asked you something, doll.”

But you hesitate, and so Leon must disappear. His final instructions are to face forward.

He dives to the floor, locking rough fingers around your ankles only to slide them up to the backs of your shins. He goes under so quick that there’s a breeze; you’re granted mere seconds to watch Leon’s blond head duck underneath the floor-length train of your dress and by then, it’s far too late to notice the fire. 

Leon loves starting those.

He also doesn’t wait. Invisible flames lick up your bare legs from Leon’s dragon mouth. Red hot kisses trail up your thighs – he drops a sweet one on the inside of your right knee, makes you buckle momentarily – and these stubbled kisses of his have a tendency to sear any skin on their skyward path. You can’t remember when your elbows propped themselves on the vanity, out of instinct, maybe, to keep the floor of your stomach from falling out at the very first sneak of Leon’s tongue inside the drenched lace gusset of your panties. 

But you can’t afford to be surprised, can you? Not with the line of destruction he’s left behind on his way to his destination. They say it takes one to know one. 

You clutch the edge of the vanity’s shelf, suck down sobs in your throat fluttering into something indecent.

“I need you to talk to me,” he whispers with his lips pressed to your pussy. The vibration echoes up your spine, jerks your head back. “You’re all clammed up. Keeping secrets.”

Air gushes down your throat. “And you’re not?” 

“Of course I am, baby, but I’m explaining, aren’t I?” 

Kiss. Kiss. Suck. 

You keen with your mouth shut.

He noses at your clit, prompting you. “So, where’s your explanation?”

Another quality the DSO prides itself on is your husband’s ability to sweet-talk himself out of a tight spot. That seems to includes in between your legs. Your thighs clench together in a final attempt of defiance when his mouth makes contact with your cunt. Your reflection in the mirror starts to swim at the first swirl of Leon’s tongue, and he makes quick work of you with his goal being none other than to dangle the promise of more to come, literally. 

Thumbs tuck into sensitive folds, and you’re gone. Shaking at the first breach of Leon’s fingers inside you. You spread apart at his will. He dips into arousal now impossible to ignore, and when sparks finally light at the hot air Leon blows over your spasming pussy, he commits his second unforgivable sin of the night: ducking right back out at the crest of your orgasm.

You have principles. The mirror reflects Leon’s swollen lips, tousled hair damp with you when he rises from his knees, and above all this, you clench your teeth. Face forward. 

He wipes his mouth.

“That’s one.” 

The other two remain rhetorical.

You’re being lifted bridal-style when the seal on your mouth finally breaks. “Leon,” you tremble in his arms, “where are we?” The summit, the people; you chase his mouth for any explanation. “You’re working with criminals now?” 

“Yes and no. Arms up,” Leon rasps, and tugs down what remains of your gown, crashes his mouth onto yours. 

You taste yourself in his kiss. Surely that’s not an answer, is it?

“Tonight was a mission,” he continues in his feverish haste, quickly laying your naked body onto the bed before kissing down your breasts.

Pride gets tossed on the floor next to your undergarments, his crumpled dress shirt. 

“The DSO couldn’t guarantee you wouldn’t become collateral for this assignment if things went south and I didn’t want to risk it. So I took you with me.” 

“You brought me to a- oh! ” 

Two thick fingers push into your sopping cunt. You squeal, clutch the sheets. Leon presses the ribbed flesh nestled deep inside you, carving out room for himself from his kneel at the foot of the bed. He gouges deep and you writhe. Your arousal shimmers on his fingers when he finally pulls them out and you find that have nothing to say about that.

“Go on,” he coos lowly. “Don’t get quiet now.” 

Your head whirls. “You sh-should’ve told me they were dangerous.”  

“And where do you think that would’ve gotten us, sweetheart? I didn’t want you panicking. Blowing cover. I had you to take care of and intel to gather, I couldn’t think straight myself. Letting you out of my sight could’ve meant losing you.”

Fuck. You don’t need a mirror to remember how antsy Leon had been before going down to the ballroom. 

Hands squeezed for courage. Hand on your waist. 

The vanilla and leather on his skin had reeked of nerves, and you? You’d written it off.

“I wanted to keep you safe.” Leon looks up at you now, eyes glinting in the dim light. There’s a new softness in their blue depths, a sincere apology. “I just wish you'd believe me.” 

By all intents and purposes, Leon Scott Kennedy is sorry.

There’s been a lapse in judgment. Your elbows sit you up from the bed to fix it. Cupping his cheek, you lean forward to meet Leon’s waiting mouth in a long overdue embrace, one he can melt into with relief. There’s no bitterness on your tongue now. Just sweetness in the seconds you take to breathe your forgiveness into him. The clink of his falling belt promises no punishment.

“But you can’t let me off the hook just yet,” Leon murmurs when he tugs free from your latch on his bottom lip, “I hurt you, angel, and I never wanted to. Tell me I can fix it.”

He can. Your husband can fix everything, the world included. You sigh your approval, yes, yes, more, because forgiveness feels incredible as he lays your shoulders down, sets your hips straight when you twist them the first time he teases his cock’s weeping head over the soaked seam of your pussy. 

“Don’t take your eyes off the mirror for a second,” Leon instructs.

He plants his palms on the sides of your head. You whimper; swear you won’t.

“I mean it. Watch yourself, and maybe then you’ll understand how crazy you drive me.”

So begins your descent. 

You’re drowning, crying for air when Leon sinks into the liquid warmth you’ve saved for him. There’s so much of him to take, tight, tight, tight – your mind is a melting record. You’re breaking. Can’t disappoint him again. When your overwhelmed cunt nearly pushes him out, Leon just chuckles. He cants his hips to compensate, goes at it again. That should be enough to tell you how the DSO’s finest agent never lets a detail go amiss. 

“The Belgium ambassador started tailing you by the fountain." 

And to your astonishment, he starts rattling off half the world map. 

“Got rid of him quick. Then there was a – oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna kill me – Swedish agent, don’t remember what I did to him.” 

A roll of his hips. Your nails down his back. 

“Someone from Germany tried to dose your champagne. Another from Argentina, shit,” his thrusts grow erratic the longer the list grows, “two from Russia, a Japanese spy – perfect fucking pussy, oh my God…”

Your husband takes you on a trip around the globe. He’d traveled to the ends of the earth in that ballroom, kept your back bulletproof with just his hand, the one that was once a collar to you. Turns out being a Kennedy puts you on a hitlist; makes your blood run blue. 

“Too much!” you sob.

You can’t take the responsibility. 

But here in the dark, here with Leon, there’s just pleasure. Opulence. The back of his head is a blond crown in the vanity mirror, the diamonds on your breasts sparkle with each bounce from Leon’s cock slamming home. Even the gooey mess you’re leaving on the chiseled marble of his lower stomach shimmers. War paint from a battle won for you.

Your head falls away from the mirror and Leon guides it back without losing his rhythm. “Mm-mm. You need to see your face when you break.” 

Never has a threat sounded so loving on anyone’s lips, you imagine. 

Your hands tangle into his hair, you grow quiet, you clench. You’re close. This, he can feel.

His lips curve into a weary grin. “Wanted you to see why I had eyes on my baby all night. My pretty girl, all mine.”

Lucky you. 

That somehow does you in. Every word of praise Leon utters makes it clear that no, he did trust you, does trust you. He trusted you enough to know you could hold your own in that lion’s den downstairs, trusts now that you’ll forgive him for a misstep born of love. And with that realization, your pleasure rides helium high. 

“Shit, Leon!” you cry.

Electric pressure builds in your sensitive bud, the one Leon rubs frantically now. Gasps from your wide open mouth sweeten the air like perfume and Leon wishes he could breathe it all in, you’re beautiful when he turns you into a wailing mess. All for him.  

“This one’s two, angel,” he groans when you flutter around him. No way. 

His cock had put you in a trance, so warm and filling is it inside you. You’d forgotten about the deal entirely. 

Your cries increase precariously in pitch. “Oh, please, please, you can’t, Leon, I have to-” 

“Hold on!” 

Leon presses you into the sheets one last time to free the pretty songbird singing his name. You sprout wings in the looking glass.

The afterglow is golden. The sunset is long gone but it glows in your hotel room all the same, wrapped in silk sheets and Leon’s arms.

“You’re beautiful like this, you know?” he hums, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“What, all sweaty and gross?” You wouldn’t expect him to know. He’s gorgeous. Leon is gorgeous when he makes love to you.

He nods, laughing when you roll your eyes. “Really, you do. Enough that I had to spend half my mission clawing bad guys off you. But I got it finished, and so did you in the process, huh?” 

Leon drops a kiss to your forehead, murmuring one last I’m sorry, his fourth one.

Shit. 

You scramble to hide under the sheets, leaving him cocking his head after you in utter confusion. “Wait, wait, what’s the matter?”

“I can’t do any more, Leon, I’m gonna pass out.” 

“Do any…?”

“You only left off on two!” 

Leon snorts. You soon feel a warm press on the top of your head: a sugary, schoolboy-sweet kiss.

“There you go, baby. That’s three. Apology accepted?”

And when you poke your head out of the covers to give Leon a kiss of your own, you make sure he knows it’s for apology number four.

He shouldn’t be so surprised you noticed. It’s not like you can take your eyes off him either.

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[starlightsearches]

Your headcanon about Eddie actually wanting to be babied a bit is SO good you’re so damn smart! Just letting him rest his pretty head on your tits and stroking him off real slow, going ‘good boy’ and ‘that’s it, honey’. The pleasure combined with feeling so safe and loved hits him like a truck and-I’m broken. My brain is a slushie over this. Need to take care of man need to put him in jar with holes poked in the lid like a firefly

Let Me Be Good to You

My love, the inspiration you have provided for me is simply *chef's kiss* �� I've thought about it every day since you've shared it with me, and I hope you enjoy this little blurb I've written in response 💖

Please let me know if you liked this—comments always make my week! Requests are open if you'd like to send something in or scream your thoughts about this perfect boy 🥰

Eddie x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: no spoilers, 18+ only!, hand job (m recieving), spit as lube, cum eating, eddie is self-deprecating, PRAISE KINK, pet names, veeeeeeeeerrrrrry soft dom/sub dynamics if you're looking for it, idk if it's good or not I'm just horny lol

Eddie flops down on the mattress beside you with a dramatic sigh, burying his face in your stuffed ewok. He made fun of you for buying it in the moment, but you know it's his favorite—always in his arms whenever he's stretched long across your bed. Out of habit, your fingers stroke through his hair, scratching your nails at the scalp the way you know he likes.

"Rough day?"

Eddie nods, his big eyes finding yours over the horizon of your pillows, tough exterior discarded along with his jacket on your floor.

You lay back so you're at his level, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose. "Wanna talk about it?"

He pauses, chewing on the words. It doesn't surprise you—Eddie lets most things roll off his shoulders, but when he gets hit by something, it hits hard.

"It's nothing, just, uh,"—he flips onto his back, posed like a corpse with the ewok trapped under his arms— "I'm probably gonna flunk Mrs. O'Donnell's class again, 'cause I . . . I failed her last test."

"What?"

It's literally the last thing you'd ever expected him to say. You'd helped him study for that test yourself, gone over the practice problems with until you were sure he could could do them blind-folded, underwater, and half-dead. The stupidest thing was that you didn't really need to do that much prep; Eddie was good at math. He was good at a lot of things when it came to school . . . he just had a hard time getting himself to focus.

His big, brown eyes are glassy with tears, pointed at the ceiling, unblinking, so they won't stain his cheeks. "She wouldn't even grade it. Said I cheated."

His voice is soft, and small—quieter than you're used to. You, on the other hand, are ready to explode.

"Are you shitting me?"

You're off the bed—leaping over him—grabbing your keys, balling up a jacket in your hand, about to march to the door before he grabs at your wrist, pulling you back to him with a few stumbling steps.

"Babe, where are you going?"

"To the school. I'm gonna give that raggedy bitch a piece of my mind."

He pulls you back down against the mattress, slipping your keys from your hand and tossing them onto your bedside table. You're still thinking about escape—until he pulls you tight against his chest, bodies curled around each other, legs intertwined. You've always been a little helpless when you're trapped in Eddie's arms.

"You don't have to do that, honey. My counselor said she'd talk to Mrs. O'Donnell, at least convince her to let me retake it."

"That's so unfair," you sigh, limply punching at one of the pillows. Against your best attempts, he's kneaded the anger right out of you, the rings on his fingers catching along your shoulder blade with every stroke of his hand.

"It's whatever," Eddie shrugs, like the action could make him care less, "she's always hated me. And it's not like she's wrong. I'd think I was too stupid to do it on my own, if I were her."

Stupid. God, you couldn't hate that fucking word more. You shift onto your hip, sick to your stomach that he could even think that way.

"Don't say that."

He's still not looking at you, chewing at his bottom lip, fiddling with the hem of your top. "Why not? It's true."

"No it isn't, Eddie." You've got his face sandwiched in both of your hands, begging him to look you in the eyes, even if he doesn't want you to see him cry. "You're smart, Eddie. You are. I don't give a fuck what Mrs. O'Donnell thinks."

The tears are there, pooling against the junctions of your thumbs. It breaks your fucking heart to think how little he hears those words—not from teachers, not from people in his classes, probably not even from his friends. Wayne was a good guy, but school had never really been all that great for him either. He wouldn't even think a worry like that would be on Eddie's mind.

Eddie's voice is wet, lips trembling around the word. "Really?"

"Yes, really,"—you're getting a little enthusiastic, but you mean it, and you can't temper your praise when he needs it so badly—"of course you're smart. You're so, so, so smart, Eddie."

He laughs weakly, pushing at your shoulder when you start to pepper him with kisses, but you know his heart's not in it, petting along the side of your face, warm fingers cupped around the back of your neck.

Big eyes locked onto yours, he couldn't hide from you if he tried. "Say it again."

You press your lips against his temple, punctuating each compliment with another gentle kiss. "You are smart. And you're fucking talented. And kind. And so, so good to me."

Your path leads you to his lips, capturing them against yours, pressing him so far back into the pillows that strands of his hair are tickling at your cheeks. His hand comes to rest at your jaw, the bottom of his palm just barely brushing against your skin, like he's still not sure if he should be allowed to touch you. You lean in to his hand.

Eddie kisses you the way he knows you like, darting the tip of his tongue against your lips before upping the pressure, moaning against your skin. His free hand travels along your spine, fingers striking up a melody that only he can hear.

And then he grips tight at your waist, and things are decidedly less sweet, fingers carving indents in your side as you shift more of your weight on top of him, chest to chest, the top of your thigh dragging along his crotch.

Eddie groans at the feeling, a twitch in his hips, looking for a little more friction.

You're gonna give him more than a little.

Petting a hand over his thigh, you slide closer to the distended fabric of his jeans, just barely stroking the edge of your thumb across the shape of him, feeling his cock throb for you through the thick fabric.

Spit spreads across his chin as you whisper, his head pressed back and eyes clenched tight. "Let me take care of you, baby."

Eddie nods—your teasing has taken the words out of his mouth, but he's putty in your hands, compliant as you get comfortable against your headboard, pulling him into the space between your legs.

Gentle fingers brush a few strands of his hair away from your face as his head comes to rest against your shoulder, his wet breaths at your neck. Eddie stares at the soft patch of skin just below your earlobe, vision going dark at the edges when you slip your hand inside his unbuttoned pants.

He sighs, lifting his back as he shifts into your grip, coming back down to rest with his head pillowed against your chest.

"Comfortable?" you ask, meeting his eyes with a sly smile. He's got a pretty little flush in his cheeks, dark eyelashes framing his big doe-eyes, looking up at you with a kind of disbelief you'd never understand.

He nods, flushing darker when you press a kiss to the top of his head.

Eddie's cock is pretty, and thick—dark red when you slip it from the confines of his boxers and bring it into the light. He whines when you let go, but the sound is cut off in his throat when he hears your spit meet the palm of your hand.

"How does that feel?"

You're coating the base of him, stroking higher, further over his hot skin—always gentle with him—rolling the tip of his cock in your palm until it's all shiny and slick, your spit mixing with the first drops of pre-cum he's leaking.

The groan he answers with rumbles through your own chest, hair tickling at your chin as he nods. "Feels good—real good, baby, please don't stop."

There's no need to worry about that. Heat builds at your own core just watching him squirm, his lips parted and glistening and eyes shut tight.

You feel his fingers wrap tight around your thigh, the softness of hands contrasted with the bite of his rings, and he struggles in vain to get at your core, trying to give back some of the pleasure he's getting. You kick his hand down to the sheets with a gentle nudge of your leg. His knuckles turn white with the grip he's got on the fabric.

"Don't worry about me, baby. This is about you."

Eddie nods, lips pressed tight, trying to stopper the little moans slipping through. You don't want him to hold back.

Kissing across his temples, you pepper praises into his ear, listening closely to the sounds he makes in response.

"You're such a good boy, Eddie. So good for me. Such a smart, pretty boy. God you're pretty, Eddie. Did you know that?"

He's having a hard time responding, his cock pulsing in your hand. Your fingers travel easier over his skin with the slick he's beginning to spill. Eddie's head falls back, eyes blown wide, when you play with his slit, massaging the sensitive skin with the pad of your thumb.

"Baby," he calls out, his sweat-slicked t-shirt riding up a little over his hips with the way he writhes, revealing the thin stretch of skin above his belt, and the dark little hairs that grow there, "m'gonna cum."

You just tighten the circle of your fingers, speeding the pace of your hand over his taut skin.

"Go ahead, baby," you tell him, your own breathing heavy, "I want you to."

He spills, thick white ropes of cum staining his black t-shirt, and his body curves around the sound he makes, a deep, satisfied groan coursing from his lungs.

"Fuck, baby," he breathes, big eyes meeting yours, going wider when you clean some of the cum off his shirt with your thumb, popping it between your lips.

He mashes his face against yours, kissing the taste of him from your mouth, his tongue licking at yours.

You laugh at the dopey grin on his face when you part from the kiss. "Feeling better?"

"Uh, yeah," Eddie chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants, a little self-conscious. You take his hands in your own, twining your fingers together. His tongue darts over dark pink lips, eyes locked on yours.

"Good," —you give him a soft peck, and then another—" 'cause you deserve it, Eddie. You deserve the whole goddamn world."