#Stuck in a Lazy Rut

[izzydaninja]

Ninjago: Dragons Rising X Monkie Kid Redraw: The Kai

This was done purely from lazy fun. lol

Sorry I've been quiet lately; I've been kind of hopping around and trying to figure out what I want to do. I haven't quite felt like writing lately, nor drawing, but I wanted to do something.

I hope to try posting more, but I still haven't figured out what I'm wanting to do at the moment. Sorry.

(NO STEALING! Thank you!)

[creator-indy]

Rusty j bolten

That’s his name

[gokustormofficial22]

We Writers are nothing but a bunch of Sadomasochists and none of you on this site can convince me otherwise.

No seriously. Writing is both my favorite hobby and my biggest personal demon.

Why must I be tortured like this? I just want to write either my damn novel or a stress free fanfic. FUCKING CHOOSE SOMETHING BRAIN!

And that isn't all.. All writers get Writer Paralysis or Writers block at some point.

Can someone please tell me why the fuck we stay in this hobby?

Me personally, I ain't smart enough to code, My hands shake too much for art and My social skills are absolute donkey shit.

So like.. I am both a willing yet unwilling victim to this profession.

How did the rest of you get stuck here? In what is obviously hell. Writer's block is creativity punishing us for our sins against the messed up things we sometimes write. I swear.

Anybody know where the exit is? I mean I doubt I will use it but I can always stand and cry at it as I pretend I want freedom when in reality if I lost writing I would probably die. Writing is my muse that I will always go back to. I just wish it didn't have such exhausting effects on the brain..

[howifeltabouthim]

In truth the burden of idleness has now fallen upon him so heavily that he cannot shake it off. He dreads that he may be called upon to do anything.

Anthony Trollope, from Phineas Redux

[skelly-words]

Witch's Garden Part 2

A couple ppl asked for this, so I made it real quick bc i'm not finished with anything else yet. This au was already cursed but now it's worse.

Go read Part 1 if you haven't already <3

tags- smut, tentacles/vines, ovi->hatching, aphrodisiac so non-con too? the witch is futa

wc- 1.2k

No minors, 18+ ONLY

The eggs kept warm in your pussy hatch several days before The Witch even remembers you're stuck in the rosehip bush. She needs shears to get you out. Even then, some of the vines encircling you have grown too strong and she doesn't bother cutting them. It's not worth the effort to totally free you, so she trims just enough to check your pulse and pry your trembling legs apart.

You whine as she stops you from rubbing your thighs together. Her eyes feel hot. You know she's staring at you even though you can't see it. Each egg has hatched into a thin tentacle, ending in a pulsing rosebud. The seedlings stretched and thickened, growing unnaturally fast. She could see your poor pussy could barely take it.

The plant doesn't have to feed you its sugary nectar so forcefully anymore. You slurp it off a dripping blossom whenever your mind gets a little too clear. It hangs above your lips, waiting for you to loll your tongue out and suck it off again. You're looking up but can't see the ceiling of the greenhouse through the vegetation. The Witch hasn't cut the vines milking your tits either, conveniently letting them continue to pinch and suck at your stiff nipples.

She lifts your hips up to prop you up on her thighs. It's difficult for you to make proper words, but you moan and buck weakly until she touches you. Her finger gently circles your slick entrance and loops up to your clit in a lazy figure-eight. The muscles in your cunt spasms and your thighs try to clamp shut on her hand, but her shoulders keep you spread open.

She settles her thumb on your clit, swirling around the button. Her other hand begins to pull out one of the tentacles. The first of many. It doesn't come free easily. The vine squirms in her grip in an attempt to rip free from her fingers.

You groan as the bloom slips out of you and she tosses it onto your stomach. It leaves stickiness in its wake, wriggling down your abdomen to latch its petals onto your clit. Her fingers dip back into your pussy to ease out the next seedling. Your mouth hangs open in a gasp as the pulsing vine massages your walls. The bud feeding you nectar takes advantage and shoves past your lips. You don't resist or complain, glad that it muffles all your whining.

The second vine winds itself around the others. It's firmly stuck inside you, using the knot of the other twisting tentacles as an anchor. You can feel them shift and rub on your insides. One of the buds still inside you is gently suctioned to your g-spot and it's making you see stars. The witch's grip tightens and she sits back on her heels to get the thing out. You're so wet. Pussy drooling down to gloss your puckered hole.

"Fuck," she grunts and finally, the vine pops free. "I should've pulled these weeds earlier."

You can feel her cock beneath her robes, twitching in frustration against your lower back. It throbs when you arch your spine to grind on it, hoping to tempt her into taking it out. A deep groan crawls from her throat as her hips rut weakly. She barely moves, but you can feel as the girthy outline of her dick drags between your asscheeks.

The newly freed vine twirls itself around her wrist. It stays, cuffing her arm as she yanks on another. The blossom on your clitty suckles and tugs until it's swollen. It gives a couple throbs of warning then you're cumming. Cream drips out of you as your cunt spurts juice down your legs. The vine loudly squelches when it comes loose. Your gaping hole flutters as the sensitive edges squeeze nothing.

You're given a couple seconds to catch your breath. She tentatively swipes the rosebud through your slit. A translucent film of your slick coats the head as she guides it down. The thing thrashes in her grip, fighting to dive back into your sloppy pussy. She tosses it aside and resumes her task.

She pulls over a dozen of those slippery vines out. The discarded seedlings take turns sucking your clit or putting hickeys on your skin. A couple of them wander a bit low and nose at your fluttering asshole. You're already lubed up for the eager buds. They slip in easily once their syrup starts to ooze down your skin. You grind on her cock the whole time. All your mess has soaked through the layers of her robes.

There are only a few vines left inside you, tucked so deep in your cunny that her fingers can't reach. She shoves her middle finger as deep as it can go and tries to coax one out. None of the tendrils take the bait, staying tightly coiled against your cervix.

You can feel them in your guts, rearranging as she presses a palm into the flesh of your tummy. That's all it takes for you to cum, adding more glaze to your inner thighs. She drags a finger through the middle to give it a try. And you taste sickeningly sweet. Laced with the same aphrodisiac that the rosehips keep pumping into you.

It makes her unfold the front of her robes and rub her palm over her flushed tip. She's so close to the edge, leaking a river of pre-cum from her cockhead. Her bottom lip is tucked under her incisors to keep her moans in. She quickly lines up her fat tip and thrusts in. Your pussy is greedy, taking every aching inch as she pushes her hips flush to the backs of your thighs.

Her cock barely pulls out before she's bullying it deeper into your oversensitive pussy. The vines still stuck curl tightly around her dick. They spiral to form thick ridges up the length. One of the tendrils winds higher, slipping out of you, and chokes her heavy balls. Her angry cock rams into you over and over as the tightness keeps her from cumming. If she were to pull out now, the starter plants would be successfully removed, but there's not much she can think about besides getting off. The tentacles must be intent on torturing her. They stroke her swollen shaft as she pounds into you, but never let a drop of cum spill out.

"Please, please, please." You hear The Witch whine, words slurring together as her thrusts get rushed and sloppy. She's desperate for her release.

Your legs start to go numb from being thrown around her shoulders for so long. She doesn't let up, using you until the vine that's edging her decides to loosen. Her cock pulses inside you before bursting.

Warm sticky semen pours into you, squeezed from her spurting tip as her hips snap forward. The vines finish milking her dry, filling you up with her own seed. She refuses to pull her dick out, plugging her cum inside with the fat knot of vines cinched around her base.

She keeps you like that for what feels like hours. Your cunt weakly clenching around her the whole time. She'd beaten it into a puffy mess and your short orgasms shoot through you like electric shocks. Two small blooms still plug your ass, butt staying stuffed even as she starts to twist and ease her cock out. Her opalescent spend comes out in gushes each time your muscles tens. The new propogations have all been removed and she lets them play with your pussy and tits some more as she clears the remaining vines.

A/N- masterlist if you want more of my work <3

[bunnys-kisses]

⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ i'm runnin' on something - charles l. ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

your beloved charlie got dumped off at your front door at around three in the morning. you stood there half asleep at the front door, thankful that leo stayed in bed. your arms were crossed as you watched an apologetic carlos sainz bring charles leclerc up the stairs and into your apartment.

you felt hands on your hips and something solid against you. you leaned forward a little more from the weight against you. it was times like these you remembered how much of a sleeper build that charles had. his hands on your hips turned in those strong arms around you middle. you turned off the tap and put the glass to the side. you said his name once, then twice, then three times before his face was in the crook of your neck. he whined against you, his stance was weak and he was swaying a little. his hot voice in your ear. your boyfriend wanted you, he wanted you really badly. through hiccups he said to you, "girls kept talking to me and i kept laughing. they weren't pretty like you. they didn't get me hard like you." you pushed his face away and turned around in his arms. before you could respond he pressed his lips against you. his hands inched up under your shirt and he groaned against your lips. charles wanted you, it was a thrill in his chest as he managed to get the t-shirt off. he know logistically that he needed water, but right now he needed his head between your legs. he whined like a puppy when you tried to give him the glass of water, instead trying to go in for kisses. he rubbed up against you. you felt trapped between his solid frame and the kitchen counter.

you ended up on the couch with your sweatpants thrown to the corner of the living room and charles between your legs. with shaky, drunken hands he took your cotton panties off, almost yanking them too hard to rip them off of you. then he pressed those large hands into your soft thighs and dove in. he shifted your hips up a little so your legs were on his shoulders as devoured your sweet cunt. his licks were sloppy, he was making a total mess of him face. he didn't care if he had to shave all his facial hair off tomorrow because your wetness is just stuck so deeply on the hair. you knew that charles ate pussy well, he was more than happy to go down on a partner before he got his own sexual pleasure. he was so eager to lap at your cunt, his teeth grazing your clit with a drunken laziness and it made him groan. he gripped your thighs tighter, pressing them against his ears like earmuffs. he wanted to be suffocated by you. engulfed by you like a flame. his heart raced which only made the alcohol flood his brain more. which only made him more driven to tongue fuck you. he groaned into your pussy, his teeth against your clit once more which made you tense up. charles loved this, even with the alcohol making his brain short circuit. your pretty pussy in front of him had him panting, it was a siren's call. to pleasure you until you came. and he knew that you were on the knife's edge. he groaned against you, his nose right in there. he tasted you for everything you were worth. it was a throb in his chest and between his legs.

no amount of hard liquor could taste as good as your slick cunt.

you came on his tongue, your mind raced with thoughts of him. you squirmed and whimpered, but those strong hands kept you from going to too far. even that drunk, he had enough coordination to eat you out like the more decadent meal he could buy. you were breakfast, lunch and dinner put together, even with a bit of dessert. it sucked that he had whiskey dick at that moment as he pulled away and looked at you with flushed cheeks and a dazed look in his eyes. you chuckled slightly before you got up to get him that water. he was going to need it now. but you found yourself bent over the counter with the glass nearby and charles rutting into you. even if he couldn't get himself to finish, he was going to try his hardest to do so. as you cheek got familiar with the marble counter top, you reminded yourself to tell carlos to keep a closer eye on your sweet charles next time. <3

[pedge-page]

#5 Joel dealing with his fiesty preggo wife - angry af

Can be read with others in the series or standalone

Notes: Pedro chewing gum between takes on set does things to me.

Warnings: unprotected rough sex, Daddy kink, degrading language, reader being mean at first but Joel gives it right back *winkwink*

18+ ONLY

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The two of you are sitting in the living room on your respective sofas. You keep giving Joel the devil eye from your book in your lap as he watched the football game on TV.

Eventually, you roll your eyes, slam your pages shut and stand up, barreling past him and intentionally knocking your shin angrily against his knee.

"The fuck?" He coughs.

"You're fucking annoying, Miller."

"Funny, thought that was your name too now?" He quips, eyes staring back ahead to the TV while he points to the gold band on his left finger. "What have I done now?"

"Your chewing."

Joel side eyes you, expression unchanged as he blows the most obnoxious bubble from his gum imaginable before letting it pop! and sucking back in his mouth to chew. "What about?"

“It's annoying. And you're disgusting."

"Am I now? What else?"

"You've got a big ugly ass nose, too."

As much as Joel suspected this angry outburst out of nowhere was just the pregnancy setting every little nerve on edge with you, he want exactly privy to being attacked with your foul words.

"S'that right? you didn't seem to have a problem with my big ugly ass nose last night when you came four times from this snout nudging your little clit when I ate ya out."

"I was fakin' it," you scoff unconvincingly, the both of you knowing it’s a lie. But you refuse to back down. "While we're at it, here's another thing: You eat pussy like a bitch."

Joel Miller did not like it when a woman had to fake shit around him. Let alone his woman obviously lying about faking it. He stands up, the broad physique of his body instantly shadowing yours. "Ya know, I don't really like your tone today, young lady." He approaches you calmly but with a threatening predatory aura.

You tilt your head mockingly. “Yeah? My young lady self is stuck here with your old, miserable, lazy ass." You don't shuffle away, feet staying planted where they are until he's directly on top of you. Your eyes narrow, challenging one another. "It's a honestly a miracle that you even knocked me up with your wrinkly, shriveled, limp dic—“

 - 

Being married is a funny thing. Sometimes you don’t even have to say what it is you don’t realize you need, but your spouse is very adapt at picking up on it. Like right now, with face being shoved into the headrest of the couch by your husband’s meaty hand on top of your head, pregnant belly hanging over the curve of the cushion while you’re knees rub against the plush seat, Joel’s incessantly powerful hips driving forcefully into your stuffed cunt over and over again like a screen door in a hurricane. 

You’re smiling like a happy drunk, moaning off the top of your lungs as Joel’s cock continues to fill you effortlessly. He’s grunting and swearing, drips of his sweat trickling on to your arched back. Normally this position would hurt, especially with the extra 30 pounds of weight in your middle completely weighing you down, pressing uncomfortably into the couch, but my, oh my does it feel like a incredulous weight off your once aggravated mind.

“Ugh--ahh! FUck!” You cry, teeth sinking into the plush leather.

“What? Ya tired already?" he taunts, panting gleefully at your submissive state. "You wanted this. Remember? Just needed a good fucking, is that it?” He seethes, rutting his hips like daggers. 

You nod dumbly, elbows fighting to keep you and the baby from being plowed into the cushion. You throw as much of your weight back on to him with each thrust, forcing him deeper.

“Yeah, oh fuck me baby— yeah that’s it.” He licks his lips, watching the spot where your swollen and glistening pussy continues to suck his length back in. “My poor little wife, needed her cunt fucked stupid to get that little brain to shut off. Little cumdump gettin all antsy, startin’ a fight when she just needed a fresh fillin'. Don’t you worry, angel. Daddy’s here to put ya back in your place.”

With one hand still forcing your face into the headrest, the other is gripping your meaty hip, bringing you flush against his thighs with each puncture. You can feel him reaching the deepest part of you, the part that you didn’t know needed itched until Joel knew to stick his cock in it.

“Ye-yes daddy!” you whine when he hits that squishy spot inside that has you seeing stars, finger nails biting into the leather as you milk his cock with your orgasm.

“Ah-fuck yeah baby, keep goin’, keep cummin’ on Daddy’s dick—that’s my whore—my good wife—FUCK yeah!—fuuucckkk, ya needed that cum, I can feel it. Squeezin’ me so god damn tight. That’s it, just let go, give me everything, Daddy’s got ya.”

And what made Joel Miller so different, so husband and now soon-to-be-father worthy, is that, even though he’s railing his heavily pregnant wife in a position that would cause most women pain, you were as comfortable as can be. Despite the aggression that poured from his lips and hips, his hands occasionally cradled your tummy, checking on the baby’s movements. Glides down your back, massaging your spine to ensure you’re relaxed and not cramping. Listens for your breathing, the sounds that escape your throat, waiting for any sign that you might be in pain. He’s constantly making small adjustments for your comfort without you even fully realizing it. You couldn’t be more in love with him.

And his big fat delicious cock that put a beautiful baby in you and hopefully, will continue to do so for many years to come.

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[thatanimewriter]

SPRING HAS SPRUNG.

➳ synopsis: it's spring time and your bird-like tendencies are hitting at full force

➳ character/s: dan heng, jing yuan, dr ratio, aventurine, sunday, midoriya izuku, tokoyami fumikage, uraraka ochako, shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki

➳ warnings: swearing, you got wings and you like nesting, very mildly suggestive (jing yuan, aventurine, sunday), spoilers for aven backstory

➳ notes: i'm back at it with bird!reader stuff because i think it's cute. will i ever do any other content with bnha that isn't birds (this is like, the 4th-), probably not LMAO

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐃����𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆.

he's just come back from the luofu n is lowkey kinda stressed cause memories n stuff

so he chooses to go to your room on the express to get some cuddles in

but as soon as he walks in, he sees you on the bed, wings spread and a bunch of shirts and blankets around you

he gave a little 'aww' and removed his shoes and coat before slipping under your wing

you grunted quietly n he was lowkey like 0_0 cause he didn't wanna wake you

but you just shuffled a bit and returned to sleeping

if he doesn't fall asleep with you, he's probably slapping everything from the luofu onto the databank from his phone

he is also in vidyadhara nesting mode probably

so it's just a mess of clothes, blankets, wings and a tail in this strange huddle

maybe you can convince him to get out of the databank and ditch his futon on the floor

── 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍.

he loves being a little bit lazy, so he's probably come home earlier than he should be (don't tell fu xuan)

he's watching as you build your nest on his bed and he just chuckles and comes to help you set up PRIME abode

you have to convince him to do some of his work in the nest though, otherwise he'll just sleep under your wing

the birds that hide in his hair are living for the nest though, they all come out to have fun

the birds will preen you in your sleep ;v;

you'll be taking a nap and they're out doin whatever and then they start hoppin all over your wings and preening your wings

they don't let jing yuan do it for you, they nip him if he tries and that's the only time they'll be somewhat aggressive to him

this also sucks if you experience any form of heat or rut

all of his birds and his partner are going THROUGH it and you're all such a handful

he's gotta find a way to separate you from his birds so he can spend quality time with you

── 𝐃𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎.

he also does all his work in your little nest if he isn't soaking in the bath (unlike jing yuan, he's willingly productive)

dude's a nerd, so he probably does know how to preen your wings for you if you let him

he might be reluctant to bathe WITH you if you bathe similarly to a literal bird though

thankfully he has a beeg bath though, so you have room to splash and flap the wings about

he might've gone out and bought the best blankets and pillows for you to make a nest

maybe even bought a circular bed for you both to fit so it's more nest-like

is also probably mildly annoying cause he's a smartass, so any angsty moment is kinda like guys askin if it's shark week

like a swear jar, he has a jar for how often you smack him with your wings

accident or not-

he's coping, but he loves you, so he'll stay with you in your nest and let you shove shiny things in his pockets

── 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄.

he lives for nesting season, this is his favourite time of year EVER, hands down

does call you baby bird all the time, but it's worse now that it's spring

sorta sad note, but he probably enjoys nesting season so much cause he feels a love and a warmth he never got as a kid-

wrapped in wings and you're a bit more possessive than you would normally be

comfy bed, naps (for you at least, he's got ipc work-)

he once went to work with a feather stuck in his clothes, but he ended up keeping it as an addition

maybe not in the original place, but definitely somewhere on his 'uniform'

would be annoying and keep saying he's very happy to satisfy any SPRINGTIME needs for you

to which you kick him out of your nest :))

he gets invited back in after a few hours, but he's got some groveling to do

── 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘.

he gets it, he sorta has it too

joint nest for the both of you with all your favourite blankets and pillows

obviously he doesn't have big wings like you do, but he helps preen your feathers and you get to do the same

if you nap together, he flaps his wings in your face to wake you up with a lil :3

he has all the blankets as part of the nest but his favourite blanket is your wings

kinda gatekeeps you a bit in spring, he doesn't want people he doesn't trust going near you

n he doesn't wanna leave you either, he wants to stay in the nest and cuddle and nap ;v;

probably sex as well, but-

he brings you shiny things daily, but it becomes a slight problem when you run out of shelf room

the wind power than generates from you flapping your wings in a fit is definitely more than his and he's a lil bit jealous ._.

── 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔.

he's got all your care instructions in his little quirk notebook, so he's all set to be by your side all spring

he will never say no to a nap in the nest, ever

when the dorm rooms come in, you've got a sunken circular bed for your nesting habits

he has a lot of photos of you tucked in, sleeping with your wings outstretched

a lot of sketches as well cause he thinks you look oh so adorable when you're hidden away in bed

highkey wishes you could permanently live in the same dorm just to have access to your nest

turns all your loose feathers into quills for fun

he brings you shiny things if he sees them when he's out and brings them to you

he thought he'd have to convince you to leave the dorms, but it's actually the opposite way around

he likes the warmth, he likes your company, why can't he stay >:((

── 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄.

he gets it pt. 2

his head is actually hair, not feathers (yeah i know right-), so you'd have to teach him how to preen your wings for you

BUT you have dark shadow as well, so tokoyami has one wing, dark shadow has the other

and you get your care done twice as fast

tokoyami nuzzles his beak into the crook of your neck when you nap

probably nibbles on your wings a little bit by accident to preen you, but you don't mind, you think it's funny

he will help you tidy and make your nest, but it might cause arguments sometimes over where pillows should go

it's a bit of a squashed bed situation if you did a sleepover

the dorm beds aren't super big for this stuff, so you can't curl up that much

but you make do with what you have

── 𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐎.

she loves spring time ;v;

the nice weather, the flowers, the warmth of your nest when you set it up

also, what a great excuse for a day in should she want one???

just say that her partner is having spring time blues and you need her with you to get through it

she brings the fluffiest blankets for you both to snuggle under, but she's still getting used to the sheer size of your nest

more squish than she thought there would be cause there's SO MANY pillows

turned some of your feathers into jewellery like earrings and probably a dream catcher tbh

she can float, so if you wanna do little flying sessions, she's so down to come

chilling in the nest with a hot chocolate and a movie or series is a great way to relax at the end of a day

she will also stroke your wings if you fall asleep before her, but she'll fall asleep soon after if you do-

── 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈.

listen, he'll take ANY reason to stay home that he can, and he will be so happy to spend his day in with you

he might be a little shit and tease you for how fussy you get about your nest and your grooming

but he will cuddle with you and he will help you tidy yourself if you want him to

probably for feathers nearer your back, cause you can't reach as easily

he has a lot of photos of you sleeping in his camera roll, and if you snatch his phone in spring, it's all you

lots of little butterfly kisses all over in the mornings when you're both waking up

he also tells people to fuck off if they want either of you for something when you're actively isolating from society

his bed hair is WILD though, so maybe you have to preen him more than you initially thought

it's already a mess, but it's even more of a nest

he made a joke that you could sleep in his hair once and he spent that night in his own bed ._.

── 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈.

he will combust n explode

you're so cute when you're nesting and snuggling into your bed, his heart can't take it

he thinks you're trying to kill him, but if you are, he'll die happy at least

sometimes will grow his own wings to get double wing action when you nap in the nest

he appreciates the domesticity of spring time for you and probably thinks about what this might be like when you graduate ua

but he blushes so hard thinking about a future (with you) that he hides under your wings and doesn't resurface until he has to

it's not him who has photos of you in your nest, instead it's mirio who has the photos

he permeates through the dorm walls to tell you guys things but you're usually sleeping in your free time in spring

he says it's for the inevitable wedding so he can do a presentation about how he's your no. 1 supporter

you're jealous of tamaki, cause he doesn't have to preen his wings, he just eats chicken and grows amazing wings ;v;

[lilacxquartz]

part 12 of 19 of kinktober: breeding kink

choso kamo x reader

plot: choso couldn’t help but want more with you, you were that special — themes: unprotected sex, smut, needy choso, established relationship, he is very sweet here, domestic fluff, f!reader — w.c: 500ish

a/n: this one is extremely tame :)

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Choso loved to spoon you every night; his aroused length prodding at your lower back from the moment any sort of contact was made. He often held you as close as possible without crushing you, pushing his face right into the crook of your neck.

By the time you caught on (despite it being on clockwork every single night), he was soon a flustered, blushing mess; so needy and desperate to get closer to you, almost in pain from how much he loved you.

His hand would slowly climb down your legs, hooking onto your underwear with the slip of his thumb. You’d then lift your hips slightly off to the side, allowing him to pull the cloth down to allow him entry.

His hand snaked around to your side, the tip of his index finger rubbing lazy circles around your clit, feeling a shudder when the bud slightly raised and your own arousal became more evident.

“You know, you’d look so good, so perfect and beautiful if you got pregnant,” Choso whispered, slipping two of his fingers into your glossy hole, preparing to stretch you out before you took him in.

“Yeah?” you murmured, “maybe we should see for ourselves then.”

He groaned as his cock strained against his boxers, hastily yanking them down the second you agreed to him. With a flushed face, he dug himself further into the crook of your neck and allowed his length to spring free. Choso then lowered himself ever so slightly, guiding his cock into your cunt from behind. “Please, I need to be in you so bad, I need to fill you up and get you—.”

Rolling your hips slightly back, he thrusted forward in a hit of desperation and buried himself deep within you, filling you up completely and shuddering with gasping pants as he felt you envelop his shaft, your insides clenching against his length.

With his hands holding your hips, he began to steadily move back and forth inside of you in a heated rhythm. He feverishly bucked in an urgent, powerful rhythm, barely able to contain himself. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

You in turn couldn’t quite keep up, as per usual as he rutted with such an almost punishing force that it left you almost dizzy from his passionate pursuit. Your eyelids fluttered and tears filled your eyes, but you weren’t in pain—oh no, definitely not—you were so turned on, so thrilled to be taking him on.

Choso’s breathing was becoming laboured as his hair soon stuck to his forehead as draped sweaty locks. He hurriedly slammed into you as he chased his frenzied release, feeling himself twitch and pulse inside of you.

With a slight whimper, he whined into the back of your neck, his breath hot and desperate. “I’m going to cum inside of you and you’re g-gonna—you’re gonna like it, fuck, I’m gonna get you pregnant—“

Your body tensed in anticipation and you couldn’t help but feel extremely turned on, your own lower stomach coiled as your body tried to match his release—feeling your orgasm crash over you, your cunt clenching tight around his cock as it too, twitched and with a final push, came undone, too.

“D-do you think we’ll do okay if it’s positive in a couple of weeks?” he asked in a slight rush of panic, the aftermath finally catching up to him after a moment of heavy silence.

You laughed slightly at the thought, half asleep and spent. “We’ll be fine.”

[clairdelunetarot]

★  And here it is!   drum roll  The suggested pac. Yaaay! In this reading you will discover what your academic strengths are and how to take advantage of them. Take a deep breath and choose the one that draws you in the most. Thank you so much for the support on my previous first pac! My suggestions are always open so don't be shy to make a request. 

DISCLAIMER: this is a general reading it will be as close as possible to your situation but it will not be accurate. take only what resonates. if you want a more accurate reading you can ask for it when I open my shop! 

PILE ONE

Your main strength is your ability to stay consistent and keep moving forward, even when others give up. You won’t back down. You are patient and perseverance is not something you lack. You may not be the fastest at finishing things, but when you deliver a job, it's well done! You don't like to take shortcuts, preferring to do things at your own pace and doing them well done. You're giving me the vibes of someone who is an ace at detailed analysis. Again, you have a strong ability to work for the long haul, even when the going gets tough. Although you may sometimes doubt your progress or feel that you are not moving fast, your tenacity and determination are your greatest strengths. You know when to stay on your own path and focus on your goals despite external obstacles or competition. You catch connections that others miss! Your energy is very grounded: slow but sure and with a solid, practical foundation.

In school or university, you might not be the quickest to finish assignments, but when you do, your work stands out. Because it is well done. You’d excel in long-term projects like research papers or presentations where thoroughness is an important factor (God has favorites smh). Focus on these, and you’ll leave an impression. 😏 Some of you may have Capricorn or Scorpio/Pluto in your birth chart. Taurus even, a moon or a Taurus Mars (love this mars btw, people think they are lazy but they are so perfectionistic and determined!). Your energy is very ISTJ, ISTP (Ti and Si) and even INTJ for a few of you.

HOW CAN YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS

Trust more in what you know and your intuition. Organize your priorities and look for projects that really challenge you and test your analytical skills. Even if you sometimes feel like you are stuck in a rut that doesn't give you quick results, the important thing is to keep a clear routine and adjust it when necessary. Don't overload yourself with unnecessary things. You need to focus on a strategic direction and use your energy wisely. And if you feel you need an extra push, seeking someone to guide or mentor you can help you gain confidence and even improve your skills!.

PILE TWO

You are a born leader; you enjoy taking the initiative and solving problems quickly and efficiently. You have a talent for planning and organizing. You are energetic, forceful/assertive, and possess the quality of leadership. You are not scared to make difficult decisions and you could be great at leading others in group or class tasks. You have the drive to inspire others and succeed, even if you don’t notice it. Your primary strength is your vision for the future and ability to make plans (entj vibes). You are a person who sets ambitious targets and understands how to reach them. You succeed at circumstances that need quick thinking and action, like team presentations, debates, and academic competitions. In a university setting, you’d thrive in organizing group projects, taking the lead in presentations, or even planning events (idk if you have student clubs but you would do well there too). If you’re in school, think about leading or taking part in a debate team, club or a class project. Your ability to motivate and plan will make a huge impact!

However, you sometimes find it difficult to adapt to change or are overly perfectionistic. You are good when you can work in a stable environment, and your ability to maintain focus is a great asset for you to see the big picture even when there are obstacles in the way. Your energy is very fiery, some may have Leo in their charts or similar qualities. Remember Leo is fixed, some of you may find it a little difficult to be flexible or too perfectionistic like a Capricorn MC. Definitely according to functions, this screams Te (Extraverted Thinking) to me a lot, some of you may be ENTJ. Or have a Ti or Te as dominant or even auxiliary functions.

HOW CAN YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS

You need to focus on projects that need organization and attention to detail. In teamwork or group projects, you may excel at leading. I think you are not good at following other's lead. Play to your strengths by trusting yourself and others more (especially if you have a hard time letting go of control). Even if you like to work alone, learning to delegate and collaborate will allow you to get better faster. Look for opportunities where you can put your planning skills to work, such as internships or real projects. Again, student clubs would be great for you. Also, relax a bit about perfectionism; not everything has to be perfect to work well.

PILE THREE

You have a creative and imaginative mind. While you may have difficulty articulating your ideas properly (you may appear disorganized or scattered), you've got the potential to come up with fresh approaches and ideas. You have a remarkable ability to think outside the box and discover solutions where others perceive problems. When you focus, you can do a lot! You don't like to follow conventional norms, so you can come up with creative solutions. This might be difficult to understand from others tho. You are tenacious even when things fail to go as planned, and you learn quick from your mistakes.

If you're in school, you'd thrive at creative assignments like preparing a presentation or developing an original solution for a competition. In university, you may excel at brainstorming or creative writing assignments that ask you to think outside the box. Even discovering different takes on the project or investigation you are doing.

Your energy is very airy, dare I say Aquarian and even Gemini. Some of you may have one of these in your charts. Lots of connections to Mercury or a good Mercury placement (Aquarius, Gemini, Virgo). Perhaps Saturn is making bad aspects to your Mercury or indirectly to your Jupiter (this may be what explains that agitated energy I felt). You may be: Ne (Extraverted Intuition) and even Ti (Introverted Thinking). I'm thinking: ENFP, ENTP & INTP.

HOW CAN YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS

You must decide exactly what you want to achieve. You don't have a defined plan or strategy. You have the energy and capability but not the direction or structure. I don't know how to put it but because of your creativity, you might not always know where you're going, which could keep you from realizing your full potential. You need to work on communicating your ideas and giving them some aims. You can try working on projects or in fields where you can feel free to experiment but with some structure to guide your creativity. Like: Study plans, Notion, planners, etc. Try some classes or workshops in creative writing or communication. Seek for projects that provide you the freedom to think creatively and investigate more complex or abstract concepts. If things don't go as planned, don't feel scared about starting again (failing is okay!), because every try brings you closer to your goal. Collaborating with peers who have complementary skills could help you bring your innovative ideas to life. (While writing this I got reminded so much of ADHD—I only mention it briefly since I have ADHD not because of tarot. I suggest considering discussing it with a professional if you have the time or availability!)

[being-addie]

Healthy habits I'm developing for 2023

It's already April and I'm still in that rut of sleeping at 2am, buying a quick fix of candy at the store when I have fruit at home, eating too many carbs and skipping the gym. Now, I'm getting my shit together.

It's easy to disguise bad habits with excuses. "Oh, I have exams coming up". "Work's been really draining lately". But if you don't change now, you'll be stuck in that same loop for the rest of your life.

Prioritising health:

Sleeping 7-8 hours every night: To end my absolutely atrocious amount of screen time, I've decided to delete all those distracting apps on my phone. It's hard, but worth it. Now I won't be tempted to scroll on Instagram when I should be sleeping.

Making healthy food choices: Choosing homemade granola over chocolate bars, banana bread over Nutella sandwiches, and homemade nachos over packaged chips makes a huge difference.

Working out: l go to the gym daily, but lately, I've been lazy and slacking off. So I want to start going again along with squeezing in a run in the evening. Finishing at least 8k steps every day. Moving my body in some way, whether it's dance or yoga.

Water: I have a bad habit of forgetting to drink water, even when it's right in front of me. So I've downloaded some water reminders to help me remember to drink. I've also decided to incorporate lemon honey iced tea into my diet because I'm a fiend for it.

Working smart:

Creating a to-do list: Committing to knocking off at least three things on a to-do list and gradually increasing the number of tasks.

Keeping devices away: I've started keeping my phone in my mom's room while I work, or I lock it in my cupboard so I won't get distracted, and I use extensions like WasteNoTime and StayFocusd to block unnecessary websites.

Dividing time: Making a schedule for my day, so I can divide school studies, sketching practice and homework. It is so important to block out parts of the day for morning and night routines and self-care.

Cleansing my life:

A clean workspace: Clean up my desk every day, so I can sit in an uncluttered space, and keep my racing mind calm.

Making my bed: Focusing on making sure my bed is clean first thing in the morning, so I have a place that's clean and warm after a long day.

Deleting social media: It was difficult, but I did it. Fighting the temptation to log in again is real, but I'm slowly coming to realise I don't care what people are posting on their stories, and the FOMO is slowly fading.

Toxic people: Getting rid of toxic friends, and deleting numbers and chats of people are who no longer important in my life. Having access to me is a privilege.

Self-care: Every Sunday, I'm setting aside a few hours for myself. During that time, I'll be having a long shower, deep conditioning my hair, using a scrub and exfoliator, shaving, moisturizing, and eating something nice. I'll be baking something for the rest of the week so I won't resort to junk food for dessert or snacks.

Understanding and knowing what you want in life is the first step to beginning your journey. Don't let others make you feel guilty for putting yourself first. It's your life, and ultimately, it's only you who can change it.

<3

[hazbinshusk]

~~~ may/june fic roundup:

fluff: // smut: ** angst: ## hurt/comfort: ^^

after a few too many drinks, husk becomes fascinated with the scent of you. //

you have the idea to spend some time behind the bar with husk, and the poor bartender's never been able to say no to you. **

you wake up to husk grooming you. //

a lazy afternoon with husk. //

over-lord husk brings you along to a game. (suggestive)

sex on the lobby sofa. // **

husk gets even drunker than usual and you need to put him to bed. ^^

helping you cope with period cramps. //

fucking you against the window. **

eating you out. **

you catch husk masturbating with one of your pillows. **

after hours of rutting, husk is still needy. only now, he's asleep. so you help him out without waking him up. ** //

tying up husk. **

husk finds you wearing a pair of his boxers. **

you hit on husk while drunk. //

husk is stuck serving at the bar, so you blow him from under it. **

a happy birthday from husk. //

the walls between your rooms are incredibly thin. cue mutual masturbation. **

husk sings whenever he's alone with you. //

husk becomes jealous when he sees you with alastor. which leads him to having to show you exactly who you belong to. **

over-lord husk can't get you and the thigh-high stockings you wear out of his mind. **

vixen!reader is going through heat, and the scent of it is driving husk insane. **

husk becomes jealous of the attention you pay keekee //

husk comforts you as you deal with a particularly bad day in your depression. ^^

kiss prompts: a kiss on the cheek. //

kiss prompts: an upside down kiss. //

kiss prompts: a kiss with tongue (suggestive)

blitzø takes your virginity. **

you stick up for blitzø after what happened at ozzies. pt. 1. // ^^

you stick up for blitzø after what happened at ozzies. pt. 2. // ^^

blitzø shows you just how good stolas gets it every month. **

blitzø surprises you for your birthday //

blitzø is "the kind of guy to say 'yay' when he sees your boobs". //

locked in a jail cell together. **

blitzø distracts you from your work the best way he knows how. ** //

kiss prompts: kitchen kisses (dealer's choice) // (suggestive)

kiss prompts: a kiss out of spite ## (suggestive)

kiss prompts: a kiss in the rain //

[hd-junglebook]

The Art & The Muse

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Artist!Reader

a:n currently spiraling at the moment so don't be shocked if I release five more fanfictions that I wrote 30 minutes before posting with no proof reading. lol.

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Summary: A struggling artist finds inspiration in the most unexpected place - a painting class which the famous Luke Hughes has joined. y/n is in awe at his beauty, finding herself fascinated by his masculine beauty.

Prologue

word count - 1568

Luke let out a deep sigh as he sank back into the worn leather of his favorite chair, relishing the rare luxury of a day off. No early morning practices, no media obligations, no road trips - just him, his apartment in New Jersey, and the peace and quiet he craved.

Well, almost quiet. Luke could hear the muffled sounds of his older brother Jack clattering around in the kitchen, no doubt raiding the fridge for a snack. Luke rolled his eyes and tried to tune it out, savoring the silence. He loved his brother, but sometimes Jack's boundless energy and enthusiasm could be a bit much, especially on a lazy Sunday like today.

As if on cue, Luke heard Jack's familiar voice echoing down the hallway. "Hey, Lukey! Get your butt out here!"

Luke groaned, resigning himself to the inevitable interruption. "What is it, Jack?" he called back, not bothering to move from his comfortable spot.

Jack appeared in the doorway, mouth half-full of what looked like leftover pizza. "Dude, you need to find a hobby or something. All you do is sit around and talk to girls all day."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Jack gestured emphatically, spraying crumbs. "Go out and find a girlfriend or something. Do something productive for once!"

"Close the door," Luke said tiredly, waving a hand.

Jack just laughed and turned to leave, still chewing noisily. "Whatever, man. Your life is boring."

Luke waited until he heard the click of the door, then let his head fall back with a groan. Sometimes he wondered how he and Jack could be brothers, let alone teammates. While Luke treasured his rare days off to recharge, Jack always seemed to have boundless energy, constantly looking for the next adventure or party.

A girlfriend, huh? Luke mulled over Jack's words. It wasn't that he was opposed to the idea, exactly. He just hadn't felt that spark with anyone lately. Between his grueling hockey schedule and the demands of his public persona, it was hard enough to find the time and energy for a social life, let alone a serious relationship.

Still, maybe Jack had a point. Luke had been feeling a little...stagnant lately. Perhaps it was time to try something new, step outside his comfort zone a bit. With a decisive nod, Luke reached for his phone.

Luke drummed his fingers against his thigh as he scrolled through the endless list of activities and classes, feeling increasingly discouraged.

His brow furrowed in concentration as he skimmed through the options, mentally crossing each one off as it failed to pique his interest.  Maybe Jack was right - he really was in a rut, stuck in the same old routine day after day.

Just as he was about to give up with a heavy sigh, a flash of inspiration caught his eye. An ad for painting classes at a local art studio.

Luke felt a faint tug of nostalgia as he remembered the hours he used to spend painting with his mom back home in Michigan, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips as the memories surfaced. It had been years since he'd picked up a brush, but the idea of reconnecting with that creative outlet was strangely appealing.

Intrigued, Luke clicked on the website and started browsing through the class schedules, his blue eyes scanning the page intently. The next session was in just two days - perfect.

Without overthinking it, he quickly signed himself up, a spark of determination lighting in his chest. With a decisive nod, he shut off his phone, feeling a renewed sense of purpose.

With a newfound spring in his step, Luke headed out to the living room where he could hear Jack clattering around. "Hey, Jack?" he called out, drawing his younger brother's attention.

Jack poked his head out from the kitchen, mouth full of what looked like leftover pizza. He quirked an eyebrow curiously, his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's.

Luke wrinkled his nose in mild disgust at the display, but pressed on. "I, uh, took your advice. I signed up for a painting class that starts in a couple days."

Jack's eyes widened in surprise, a spark of amusement flashing across his features. He let out a bark of laughter, pizza crumbs flying. "Painting? Seriously?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

Luke shrugged, feeling a slight twinge of self-consciousness creep up his spine. "Well, I figured it was worth a shot. Gotta try something new, right?"

"Hey, that's great!" Jack grinned and clapped him on the shoulder, his infectious enthusiasm cutting through Luke's lingering doubts. "Who knows, maybe you'll meet some cute girls there or something."

Luke rolled his eyes, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "That's not really why I'm doing it, Jack."

"Sure, sure." Jack winked and grabbed another slice of pizza, seemingly satisfied with the conversation. "Whatever you say, bro."

Luke shook his head fondly and turned to head back to his room, a newfound spring in his step. Maybe this whole "trying new things" thing wouldn't be so bad after all.

…

Luke pulled his beanie down lower over his sandy blond curls as he stepped out onto the street, trying his best to stay as inconspicuous as possible.

He had thrown on his most unassuming outfit - a simple t-shirt, jeans, and a well-worn pair of sneakers - before hesitantly heading out the door, Jack's cheerful "Good luck!" ringing in his ears.

As Luke made his way down the sidewalk, the nerves started to kick in. What was he doing, really? Signing up for an art class on a whim - it was so unlike him.

The old Luke would have scoffed at the very idea, content to spend his rare days off lounging at home or chatting up pretty girls at the local bars. But that Luke felt stale, stuck in a rut. Maybe it was time to try something new.

Still, Luke couldn't help the self-conscious twinge that made him want to turn right back around and high-tail it home. He could already hear Jack's teasing laughter, the endless ribbing he'd have to endure. But Luke steeled his resolve, forcing his feet to keep moving forward. He'd come this far, might as well see it through.

Luke rounded the corner, nearly colliding with an elderly couple out for an afternoon stroll. "Sorry, excuse me," he murmured, deftly sidestepping them.

The last few minutes of his journey passed in a blur, and before he knew it, Luke found himself standing in front of the art studio, its glass door beckoning him inside.

Taking a deep breath, Luke pushed open the door, immediately greeted by the soothing scent of lavender. His eyes swept over the space, taking in the rows of easels and the vibrant paintings adorning the walls. A petite woman with a thick accent approached him, a warm smile on her face.

"Hello, welcome! Can I help you?"

Luke cleared his throat, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. "Uh, yeah, hi. I'm Luke - I signed up for the painting class?"

"Ah, yes, of course!" The woman's eyes lit up with recognition. "It's so wonderful to have you join us. I'm Helena, the instructor. Let me show you where you can set up."

As Helena led him over to an open easel, Luke felt a flicker of genuine interest. He followed Helena through the halls of the art studio, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of intimidation.

The walls were practically bursting with vibrant, expertly-crafted paintings - from sweeping landscapes to intricate still lifes. He found himself glancing around in awe, suddenly self-conscious about his own artistic abilities.

Helena continued to speak animatedly, her hands gesturing as she explained the layout of the classroom and the materials available. Luke nodded along, trying his best to appear engaged, but his attention was diverted the moment they passed by a particularly striking piece.

The painting was dark, with soft whites and deep blues creating a moody, almost mystical atmosphere. But what truly captivated Luke was the subject - a male figure, rendered with such realism and attention to detail that it almost looked like a photograph.

The sculpted planes of his muscular torso, the veins in his hands, the play of light and shadow across his skin - every element was meticulously crafted, drawing the viewer in with its hypnotic allure.

Luke found himself stopping in his tracks, unable to tear his gaze away. It was as if the man in the painting had somehow come to life, his masculine beauty radiating off the canvas.

Helena let out a light laugh, drawing Luke's attention back to her. "I see you've noticed one of our more...popular pieces," she said, a knowing smile playing at her lips.

Luke felt a faint heat creep up the back of his neck, suddenly self-conscious about his obvious fascination. "Uh, yeah, it's...it's really well done," he stammered, clearing his throat.

"Indeed." Helena gestured towards the open doorway of the classroom. "Shall we? The class is about to begin."

Luke nodded, stealing one last glance at the captivating painting before following Helena into the studio. As he took his seat at the easel, he couldn't help but wonder who the artist was behind such a stunning work. And more importantly, would he have the chance to meet them?

…

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[lunaflowers]

needy baby (sungchan x reader)

↠ pairing: sub!sungchan x domme!reader ↠ word count: 3.2k+ ↠ genre: smut, fluff, pwp, non-idol au ↠ warnings: fingering, piv, pussy eating, praise, degradation, name-calling, nicknames, mommy kink, domme/sub dynamics, sungchan cums his pants, sungchan is pathetic but he's a good boy ↠ synopsis: you've kept your boyfriend pent up and needy for way too long author's note: fell for this cutie recently and i just had to write something for him

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It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and you had nothing to do for the first time in forever. You were watching YouTube videos in bed wearing just an oversized t-shirt and panties when your shirtless boyfriend, Sungchan, suddenly entered the room and pounced on you.

“Baby? What are you doing?” you asked with a confused laugh, stroking his hair.

His face was buried in your chest and you could hear him mumble something but couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“What was that?”

He lifted his head up and looked you in the eyes. “I said ‘I want you.’” As soon as he said it, you felt his hard length against your leg.

“Oh…” you said, caught off guard. Rarely was Sungchan this forward and you didn’t know how to react for a minute. He had always been more shy and reserved, wanting you to initiate sex, and you were used to him like that.

“Come on,” he pouted, “We haven’t had sex in forever.”

“That’s not true…” you said, but you trailed off. You thought back to the last time you and Sungchan had been intimate. It was during a trip to Jeju Island that the two of you had been on. It had been a great trip, it was so rare that the two of you were able to get away together. Both of you had your commitments with school and work that there wasn’t much time. That trip had been… six weeks ago?

Jesus, you didn’t think it had been that long. You’d just been so tired lately, having to balance all the different aspects of your life. If you weren’t working or going to school or studying or at your internship, you were usually asleep.

“I didn’t want to say anything before ‘cause you’re always busy but you’re just watching music videos right now, right? So you have time?” he said this as he was slowly rutting against your thigh.

As it happened, you did have time. And you realised you were horny.

“Stop,” you said, and he stilled, looking at you with his large Bambi eyes.

“Sorry, I got carried away. I’ll just go–,” he began, starting to get up and looking completely disheartened.

“Be quiet,” you cut him off. “Get off the bed and on your knees.”

You could see him practically buzzing with excitement as he did what he was told. You sat up over the side of the bed now, Sungchan looking up at you. The erection in his sweatpants was evident. You stuck your foot out and brushed it ever so gently with your toes and Sungchan gasped. 

“Aw, baby,” you said, a little mockingly, “I’m sorry I’ve been a little neglectful lately.”

This was a relatively new thing for both you and Sungchan, this domme/sub dynamic. The two of you had had a few drinks one night and started talking about things you wanted to explore together sexually. When Sungchan shyly brought up the idea of being a sub, his cheeks flushed, you were intrigued. You’d never dommed anyone before but it was definitely something you were up for.

“It’s okay, mommy,” Sungchan said, pushing his hips forwards a little. He loved calling you mommy. The first time he said it, it had slipped out in the throes of passion and he’d looked terribly embarrassed but you’d loved it. Now it was a staple of your sex life.

“But that doesn’t make it okay for you to be such a desperate slut,” you said, pulling your foot away. Sungchan looked simultaneously excited and crestfallen.

“I’m sorry, mommy,” he said, looking a little pathetic on his knees with his eager cock poking through his grey sweats, but pathetic looked good on him. It was sexy. “I didn’t mean to be a desperate slut. I just need you so bad sometimes…”

“I know, baby. Of course you didn’t mean it,” you said, your voice dripping with condescension. This was a turn on for the both of you. “So tell me what you want to do to me.”

Sungchan’s eyes lit up. “I want to fuck you! Make you cum!”

“Hmm,” you said, your brow slightly furrowed. “Were you really thinking about making mommy cum? Or were you being a selfish baby and only thinking about getting yourself off? I mean, you were practically humping my thigh. That’s not where my clit is,” you said, pointedly.

Sungchan let out a pained moan and you felt it straight in your core. You knew your pussy was dripping already.

“I do want to make you cum, I just need to cum so bad too! I haven’t in so long… I haven’t even jerked off!” he said, wide-eyed, and it almost made you lose your domme resolve and melt on the spot.

“Really? You’ve been saving all your cum for mommy? Six weeks worth? Well, I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy. You wanna taste?”

“Yes, mommy, please let me taste you.”

“Okay, baby,” you said. You pulled your panties down your legs and let them drop onto the floor. Then you spread your legs so that Sungchan was eye level with your cunt. You saw his eyes narrow in on it, and he leaned forward with his tongue out and ready.

“No,” you said, snapping your legs closed. “Not like that.”

Sungchan looked taken aback but said nothing, choosing to pout cutely instead. 

You spread your legs open again, this time taking two fingers and rubbing them along your wetness. You saw your boyfriend shift his hips eagerly, keeping his eyes trained on what your fingers were doing. Once they were nice and coated, you stuck them out in front of his face.

“Lick.”

Sungchan eagerly devoured your fingers, closing his eyes as he did so to relish the taste. He moaned with your digits in his mouth and then stopped abruptly, pulling his mouth off of them and looking down and then back up at you.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” he said, his eyes full of remorse.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, before you looked down and saw it. The wet spot on his sweatpants.

“Did you just cum in your pants?” you asked with astonishment. Sungchan had never done that before.

“I’m really sorry. I don’t know how it happened,” he said, his face filling with shame. “You just tasted so good and I…” he let out a whine. 

“Baby, it’s okay,” you said. You actually felt bad. You didn’t realise just how pent up he was and honestly, the fact that he cummed his pants was kind of really fucking hot. “Come here. Get up on the bed with me.” You didn’t want to go too far if he was feeling genuinely humiliated.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, “You can keep going. I want this.” 

“You’re sure?”

“I am. I’m so pathetic cumming in my pants like that,” he bit his lip.

You saw the look in Sungchan’s eyes. He was enjoying the degradation. It only served to turn you on even more how much he was enjoying it. You leaned down and gave him a comforting peck on the lips before straightening up again.

“You’re right. What kind of pathetic man cums his pants just from licking mommy’s fingers?”

“I’m sorry!” he said, shuffling forward on his knees and placing his head in your lap, letting out another embarrassed whine.

You took his hair between your fingers and grabbed it tightly. You pulled it gently, forcing him to look up at you. “You’re going to make it up to me, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, mommy, I’ll do anything.”

“Good boy. How about this? You have to make me cum three times before you can cum again. What do you think about that?”

Sungchan looked up at you, slightly alarmed.

“Three times?”

“If you fail, it’ll be six more weeks without cumming,” you said and you saw his eyes widen.

“Are you serious? Six more weeks without sex?”

“I didn’t say we wouldn’t have sex. I said you wouldn’t get to cum.”

You saw his mouth fall open in shock and it thrilled you. “But–”

“Don’t argue with me,” you said, your voice harsh. “You wasted mommy’s load in your pants and now you have to face the consequences.”

Sungchan pouted huffily but didn’t say anything.

“Since I’m feeling soft, I’ll let you choose. How did you want to make mommy cum first?”

Your boyfriend looked thoughtful for a second before asking, “Can I finger you?” You could tell he figured it was the safest option. He’d just cum from tasting you and he wasn’t about to stick his cock in you just yet.

“If that’s what you want, baby,” you said, moving back and laying down on the bed. “Come up here and show me what you got. But take off your dirty sweatpants first.”

Sungchan stood up and pulled off his sweats, revealing his cock that was already half hard again. He got on the bed and sat between your spread legs, eyeing your core and looking eager.

“Can I touch your pretty pussy, mommy?”

“Such good manners. Yes, baby.”

Sungchan reached down and gently began to play with your clit, watching your face as he did so. He liked watching you react in pleasure to things he was doing to you. He loved pleasing you. His lithe fingers expertly worked between your legs as you let out a moan. God, you hadn’t been touched in so long, you forgot how good it felt, how good Sungchan was at this.

Taking your moan as encouragement, Sungchan pushed two fingers into your cunt and you squeezed around them. “You’re so wet, mommy. My fingers slid right in.”

“It’s because you make mommy wet,” you said, already grinding against his palm. 

Sungchan blushed and applied more pressure to your clit causing you to arch your back a little. He pumped his fingers inside you skillfully while continuing to work your sweet spot, slower then faster. You realised in that moment that it wasn’t only Sungchan who was pent up. You also hadn’t cum in six weeks and your orgasm was approaching far faster than you’d intended.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum soon,” you breathed and your boyfriend moved faster, coaxing it out of you. It crashed over you in one strong wave and you came with a small shriek. Sungchan grinned, evidently proud of himself for making you cum so quickly.

“Did I do good?” he asked, sweetly. He was obviously fishing for praise and you were happy to give it to him.

“You did so good, baby. You made mommy feel so good.”

He beamed and leaned down, kissing you on the lips. “I’m gonna use my tongue this time.”

You were surprised. “Are you sure you can handle that?”

He nodded, “I can. Please? You always taste so much sweeter after you cum.” Now it was your turn to blush. The fact that your boyfriend was so attentive to your body that he knew the differences in the way your pussy tasted made you feel simultaneously flattered and self-conscious.

“Go for it, baby,” you replied. Sungchan moved between your legs, laying on his belly with his face near your cunt. He grabbed you around the thighs for purchase and slowly began licking your wetness, lapping it up. It reminded you of a kitten. You squirmed a bit, feeling a little over stimulated from the orgasm you just had.

“God… You’re such a pretty little kitty. Maybe I should start calling you that, hmm? Would you like to be my kitty?”

Sungchan paused his licking, “I’ll be your anything,” he said, pressing his tongue to your clit harder this time.

You squirmed again and moaned, “That’s a good kitty.”

You felt Sungchan grin against your pussy. “Thank you, mommy,” he said as he dove back in, this time pushing his nose into your clit and tonguing your entrance. You gasped at the feeling and let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah, kitty, just like that,” you breathed, writhing against his face.

Sungchan pushed his face into your cunt. He kissed and licked and sucked on your clit all the while asking for praises. He was eating you out with such enthusiasm that you wondered if you did taste as sweet as he claimed. You propped yourself up on your elbows and you looked down at him. You saw him slowly grinding his pelvis into the mattress as he was eating you out and you smiled.

“Be careful humping the mattress like that, kitty,” you said, before throwing your head back down onto the pillow. “You know our deal.”

Sungchan whined a little but stilled his movements as difficult as it was for him to do so. He didn’t want to cum again so soon, especially if he wasn’t inside you and he definitely didn’t want to be punished with no cumming for another six weeks.

He continued to eat you out eagerly, sucking up your arousal like it was the sweetest nectar. You were whimpering now, pushing your cunt against his face.

“Fuck… Kitty…” you said, your legs shaking now and Sungchan, noticing this, redoubled his efforts. He slid two fingers into your pussy as he continued to use his mouth on your clit. Before you knew it, you could feel another orgasm wracking your body, this one stronger than the last one. You came shouting his name and his chest puffed in pride seeing how he was able to make you fall apart like that.

You laid there, giving yourself a minute to recover from the orgasm you just had when you looked at Sungchan. His mouth was glossy with your arousal and he looked slightly pink cheeked. He was sitting up now and you could see his rock hard cock leaking precum.

“Kitty, you’re going to fuck me now,” you said, with as much authority as you could muster while feeling slightly worn out from your two orgasms.

Your boyfriend looked at you wide-eyed and slightly panicked. “But… I’ll cum. Can’t I eat you out again instead? Or use a toy on you?”

“That’s not my problem,” you said and you saw your boyfriend pout again, looking worried. He looked so cute that you almost wanted to relent and let him do whatever he wanted. Almost.

“What are you waiting for? Mommy wants your cock. I can get on top if you–”

“No!” Sungchan cut you off. “I’ll be on top.”

You smirked, knowing that Sungchan wouldn’t last five seconds with you on top, controlling the pace. He obviously knew this too.

Sungchan moved up on top of you, getting his cock between your legs. He looked into your eyes and smiled a little before kissing you on the mouth.

“You’re the sweetest kitty,” you said, caressing his cheek a little. Sungchan kissed you one more time before grabbing his member and lining it up with your entrance. Just the feeling of it there was enough to make you moan again.

He closed his eyes and began pushing it in slowly, inch by agonising inch. You could tell he was holding his breath and trying to think of anything else so that he wouldn’t cum before you. When he was fully inside you, he opened his eyes, looking into yours.

“I– I don’t think I’m gonna last long… You feel too good,” he whined, his brow furrowed in worry.

“It’s okay,” you cooed with condescension, “You just have to make me cum first.”

He let out another whine and you smirked. God, he was so fucking cute. You did a kegel on his cock and he practically sputtered.

“Please! Please don’t do that,” he said, looking pained.

“Kitty, you need to move. You’re not going to make me cum by just staying like that.”

He nodded as he began moving inside you slowly. He tucked into the crook of your neck as he did so, trying to block everything out in order to not cum.

“Mommy missed your cock so much, kitty,” you said lasciviously. You moaned in his ear. “How does mommy’s pussy feel?”

“It feels good…” he practically whispered.

You decided to have a little more fun. You grabbed his hand and moved it so that it was on your breast. You then put your hand on top of his hand and made him squeeze. “When you squeeze my tits, it makes me so fucking wet.”

He grunted a little in response. He was still moving so slowly inside of you.

“Look at me, kitty,” you said, and Sungchan obeyed, albeit hesitantly. He took his face out of the crook of your neck and looked down at you. You saw that he had tears in his eyes from trying to hold back cumming.

Something about this turned you on immensely, just how eager he was to please, to obey, to be a good boy for you. He whimpered and it made you gush.

“Faster, kitty. I need it faster.”

His expression still pained, he began to move faster. 

“It feels too good,” he said, tears falling from his eyes now. “Please… I’m gonna cum. Let me cum!”

“No,” you said firmly. “Not until you make me cum again.”

Sungchan let out a little sob, his nose turning pink in the process. He reached down and began rubbing your clit haphazardly as he fucked you, hoping against hope that he’d be able to make you orgasm soon. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.

The sight of him teary eyed, so desperately trying to please you was enough to send more waves of pleasure through your body.

“You’re such a good kitty,” you murmured, “pathetically trying to please mommy.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” he let out another sob. “I can’t hold back anymore.” You could tell he was going to cum by the way he sped up his thrusts, squeezing your ass tightly with his hand and fucking you sloppily. 

His desperate thrusts brought you closer to your peak. Before either of you knew it, the two of you were cumming together, his sticky seed filling you up as you arched your back and clenched around his cock. It was the strongest orgasm you’d had yet, coming in multiple waves. He let out one last sob and collapsed on top of you, burying his head in your neck again.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I tried the best I could but I just couldn’t stop myself. Did I cum first?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you cooed comfortingly. You rubbed his back in circles the way he liked as he moved so that he was now laying down beside you. “You did so good. Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Am I gonna be punished?”

You giggled a little at the concern evident in his voice. “No. You did give me three orgasms. It’s okay that we tied on the last one. I kind of liked it, actually.”

“Yeah?” Sungchan said, looking elated.

“Mm-hmm,” you said, kissing him on the face. “Also, I just want to say sorry for being so neglectful lately. Between work and school and everything else, I think I began to take our relationship for granted.”

Your boyfriend smiled. “It’s okay, YN. I know how much you’ve got going on. I never wanted to pressure you or anything but I just really needed you today.”

“I didn’t feel pressured. And I wouldn’t want you so down bad that you cum your pants again.”

“Hey!” Sungchan exclaimed in slight embarrassment. He gave you a playful bite on your shoulder that made you squeal. “We’re not going to mention that!”

“Fine,” you giggled, pecking him on the lips. “Whatever my kitty wants, my kitty gets.”

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Pairing: live in maid heeseung x rich fem reader

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Heseung had woken up before you, and his hands instantly made their way to your waist, hugging you impossibly close to his body. It felt so good waking up with you like this.

You stirred in your sleep, and your eyes soon fluttered open from the soft touches he left on your body.

"Morning, darling," he buried his head into the crook of your neck while his hand slowly traveled between your thighs, instantly coming in contact with your clothed heat.

You let out a low hum, pressing your body flush against his chest, rubbing your backside on his crotch that almost immediately stiffened from your touch.

He breathed into your hair, reaching a hand into your underwear, feeling how wet you had already gotten.

A small whimper leaves your lips when he sticks a finger inside of you. Your back arched even further, allowing you to press your ass on him even more and grind on his digit.

He impatiently slipped his finger out of you and then pulled you on top of him, your crotch coming in contact with his hard cock.

He stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking off your wetness, his eyes falling shut as he hums at the flavor of you.

His hands roughly grip your waist as he drags your body back and forth, his dick twitching with every movement.

You lay on his chest, head resting beside his while you take over and hump his cock, letting him feel your throbbing cunt through the soaked fabric of your sleepwear.

Your warm breath fanned his neck while he dug his fingers into your waist. Earning a breathy moan from him followed by a loud gulp.

“Baby..” he whispers, eyebrows creased in pleasure. A thin layer of sweat begins to form on his body as you rut yourself against him.

You were both so desperate for each other that it was only a matter of time before the both of you came without doing anything more than just dry humping.

The feeling of his length brushing against your clit made you clutch tightly on his shoulders, and you couldn’t last any longer. You desperately rotated your hips, and soon, your orgasm washed over you.

“Hee,” your needy cries of his name came out muffled on his neck, your hot breath blowing against his skin, turning him on even more.

The way you sounded moaning in pure bliss was enough to have him cumming in his underwear, his hot cum staining his clothing, the wet patch growing bigger with each spurt that flowed from his thick sensitive tip.

The faint pulse of his cock gradually fades away as you ride out your highs together.

He hissed slightly from the overstimulation. As you rocked your hips on him, you heard him choke out a little sob next to your ear, and eventually, your hips came to a complete stop.

His grip on your waist loosened, and all that could be heard was the morning breeze, the slight crunching of the freshly washed sheets, and his unstable breaths.

"Morning," you said, smiling tiredly at him,

he returned your lazy smile putting his hands on your butt and squeezing it gently before pecking your lips sweetly.

"Now, let's take a shower and go on that date," he hums in agreement, and you get on top of him and go to the bathroom while he follows after you.

You stared at yourself in the mirror as he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing softly on your neck.

You went to grab your facial cleanser. His gaze followed your movements to see what you were up to, and he just happened to notice two single condom packets on the counter that you may or may not have put there last night.

"Darling, did you put those there? Cause I sure don't remember putting them there."

"umm, maybe," you smile to yourself.

"I think that maybe just so happens to be a yes," he says, squeezing you a little tighter. "are you trying to give me a hint? Because I'm sure taking it as one."

He pushed you roughly against the counter, using his hand to arch your back into the position he wanted you in.

"maybe" You pushed your hips back into his ass, stroking against cock the same way it was in bed this morning.

"you’re just full of maybes today, aren't you?" he leaned in right next to your ear as his cock rested firmly on your ass. "tell me you don't want me, and ill stop," he breathed out.

"I want you." You bit your lip as you made eye contact with him in the mirror, giving him your full consent.

He pulled his cock out from his boxers and stroked it on your ass a few times before grabbing a condom off the bathroom counter and rolling it on with ease.

He didn't even ask before sliding in you from behind, stretching you and giving you little to no time to adjust, but the slight stretch mixed with the stinging burn made it feel even better. “Yes, heeseung,” you moan, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he stuffs his cock in your tight little hole.

"fuck,” he looked at you in the mirror, watching your tits jiggle with each of his thrusts thanks to your frilly nightgown leaving nothing to his imagination. "you’re always so wet and ready to take my cock. Just look at you, y/n. You’re so beautiful, even more beautiful when you’re stuffed completely full and taking it like a good girl."

You had to brace yourself up on the counter from the fast, rough movements of his hips. It felt so good you could barely even stand up straight.

"it wouldn't surprise me if you were wet all the time, just waiting for me to bend you over and fuck you on any and every surface. Isn't that right? you just want my cock buried in you all the time, yeah?” He panted behind you, his fingertips leaving marks on your flesh as he guided your waist, making you rock back on his cock and take it balls deep.

You shamelessly clenched down on him as you felt a gush of arousal drip from you and coat his veiny cock his words alone always made you so wet.

You lowered your head as you cupped your mouth to contain your moans cause you were starting to get way too loud, but you couldn’t help it. The fullness made your head spin in ways unimaginable. You couldn’t control your moans or the way your wet walls tightened around him every other second.

"ah, ah, none of that, we have this whole mansion to ourselves, no need to keep quiet, darling" he’d never openly admit it but hearing you moan his name always made him cum so much faster.

You reached your hand behind you, trying to grab at his waist for him to go faster.

"What’s wrong? Is it too much?” He asked with concern, doing the absolute opposite of what you wanted by slowing down.

"h-harder, please!" You screamed for more.

He breathes a sigh of relief, picking up the pace to a much faster one, giving it to you just the way you begged for. "I should have known it's never too much for you, is it? Just can't get enough of my dick can you darling?" he pulled halfway out only to thrust back in harder, causing the counter to shake with how hard he was fucking your wet hole. "hard enough?" he yanked you up by your hair making you look at yourself. And the look on your face was enough for him to go completely animalistic. His cock was in you so deep that it hurt, but it hurt so good.

"heeseung! Fuck yes," you screamed, legs shaking uncontrollably, his balls slapping your clit with every hard thrust making your orgasm take over your whole body. It came so fast you couldn’t even warn him.

Just the image of your face when you came and how hard you were clenching on his cock brought him to his end, and it's a good thing you had extra condoms cause there's no way he would have been able to pull out cause you felt so fucking good.

He all but growled next to your ear while he filled up the condom with cum, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed that it wasn’t inside you.

"I fucking love you" You felt him pulse inside you a few more times before going completely soft as he leaned down to kiss your cheek, his chest resting flush against your back, and you could feel his heart racing.

You just stared at him in the mirror cause he left you absolutely speechless with his words. Your mind was still a bit fuzzy, but you could still comprehend his words, and you felt a wave of warmth washing over your entire body from his confession.

he didn't know why, but something about the moment you both shared made him feel like it was the right time to say it.

So much for waiting until your birthday like he had originally planned.

"too soon?" he loosens his grip on your waist, already preparing himself for rejection.

"not at all." you turned your head and kissed his lips, making him smile so wide. "you have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you that."

"you still haven't told me," he teased and pulled out of you, slowly turning your exhausted body to face him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking deep into his soft brown eyes.

"I love you too." Sure, you’ve said I love you to past boyfriends, but it never felt as good to say as it did now, and the smile that spread across his face made you want to say it a million times just to see him smile over and over again.

Though it was hard for him to say it out loud, it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. No more shutting off his feelings and no more hiding and pretending that he didn’t want to love someone.

The girls he had in the past were nothing like you. You made him feel what it's like to love and want to be loved.

Sure, in the beginning, it was just to get paid, and the sex was a plus, but it quickly turned into something so much more meaningful than that.

"I know it might be hard for you to take this next step in your life with me, but I promise you I’m not like all the others. I’ll never mistreat you, and I swear your love is worth more than all the money in the world" he hugged you and kissed your forehead.

It was almost like magic how he could read your mind and know exactly how you were feeling at that moment. He was well aware of the relationships you’ve had in the past, and he made sure to pay extra attention to the things you liked and didn’t like. He wanted to be the friend and lover you deserved, not use you up for your money and throw you away like all the others did.

"Just when I thought I’d never find someone to say those three words to, you came along. I’ve waited a long time to find someone like you, and you’re definitely worth the wait." You pecked his lips, giving him the most beautiful smile he’d ever witnessed.

"If I were them, then I'd feel so stupid for letting go of someone as precious as you." he stroked your cheek with his thumb, already feeling high from your love.

"Well, I'm glad they did cause then I would have never met you." You booped his nose and giggled.

"Hmm, that’s right, my girl, all mine, mine, mine, mine," he kissed all over your face, tickling you.

"Okay, don't we have to get ready for that date now?" You remind him cause he seemed too caught up in kissing you to remember.

"umm, no, we can just take a bath and go back to bed," he smiles sheepishly.

"Don't get all lazy on me now." You walked away from him and started running the bath water.

"but I'm tired," he whined.

"and whose fault is that?" You challenge him.

"mine? But you’re the one who wanted it harder, baby,” he pleads his case.

You hum in thought. "fair point. We can go back to bed then." In all honesty, it was completely fine with you cause you were kinda tired after two orgasms that early in the morning.

"no, darling, I’m joking. I mean, I am kinda tired, but we can still go; I've already made reservations," he says, ridding himself of his shirt.

"Hee, it’s already afternoon," you said, panicked. Now that you knew you had a time limit, you joined him in taking your clothes off before stepping inside the shower.

"Don’t worry, darling, it’ll be fine. I promise we still have hours to get ready,” he assured you, stepping inside your tub, laying down behind you, and guiding you to sit on his lap.

You visibly relax from his words and the hot water as you submerge yourself in the tub with him.

“You’re so pretty.” he smiles at you, fingers combing through your hair.

“Thank you,” you say shyly as you lean into his arms further, and he can’t help but think about how cute you look in his lap while he wraps your body in his strong arms, relaxing in the tub with you, and life couldn’t be any better.

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Once you both finish in the tub, you get ready for the date. “You look so pretty, baby.” Heeseung stood behind you, hands around your waist, as he scanned your figure in the wall mirror. “This dress suits you perfectly, baby,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he inhales your scent, eyes fluttering closed as he gets intoxicated by your beauty and your smell. “I love you so much.” he nudged his cheeks against yours, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. he was awestruck, almost in a trance. His eyelids were hooded, and his touch was feather-light as he pressed himself against you, trying to get as close to you as possible.

“Hee,” you whisper softly, and he hums in response, slowly swaying you back and forth in his arms. “I love you too.” You closed your eyes, relishing his touch.

“Say it again,” he whispers in your ear.

“I love you so much.” You placed your hands over him, tracing the backs of his hands softly with your fingertips.

“Again,” he says in a hushed whisper.

“Love you.” You tilt your head to the side, giving him access to kiss your neck, and he does, his soft pink lips pressing against your skin. “I love you, heeseung. I love you so much.” The desperation in your tone makes his head spin. He feels like he is on cloud nine as he kisses your neck. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

“Me too, darling, I’ll love you forever” he kissed you again. “And ever,” you lifted your hand up, running it along his nape, and he swears he’s in heaven.

The alert on his phone breaks the comfortable silence you both once shared.

He groans, peeling his body away from you to check the alert. “Okay baby, now we really do have to go,” he smiles softly. “Ready?” You give him a small nod as he takes your hand in his, kissing it gently.

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You would have never thought that anyone would ever want to do something like this for you.

You felt so special, so beautiful, so cared for, so loved, and you made sure that you reminded him throughout the whole date.

That was his goal: to show you and tell you just how special you really are to him, to take you out and show you off. He was so proud to walk with you, and he was so happy that you chose him to walk by your side.

He took you out for breakfast and then to a flower field. You walked the park hand in hand, and there was even a bridge where you could watch the sunset together. He bought you both ice cream while you casually talked about random topics, just enjoying each other’s company until the day was, unfortunately, coming to a close. “One more surprise, baby,” he said once you both finished your ice cream and it was now dark outside.

He walked you back to the parking lot, unlocked his car, and opened the door for you like a gentleman. He made to buckle you in and give you a kiss before he got in the driver's seat.

“Thank you, hee, but you’ve already done so much. I don’t need anything more today. Today was the best day of my life, and I enjoyed just spending time with you,” you told him sincerely.

“I know, darling.” he leaned over the cup holder and kissed your cheek. “And that’s why I want this day to last as long as possible. You deserve it.”

“Hee, I’m gonna cry,” you said, getting a bit emotional.

“Don’t cry. Can’t ruin your makeup before dinner, right?” He joked and lightly brushed your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Right,” you laughed softly while he started the engine, driving you to the final spot for tonight.

Your mouth was wide open when you saw the setup. It was outdoors. The night air blew across your face as you stared in awe. It was a little table set up with roses and candles, lights strewn all over, highlighting the scenery of the cozy woody area. “It’s beautiful.” You turn to him immediately, clinging onto him and giving him thousands of little kisses. “I love you, I love, I love you.” he chuckles, his arms supporting you as you excitedly wrap your legs around him.

You leaned back, cupping his face in your hands and giving him one long, meaningful kiss. “I love you too, darling. I’m so happy you like it.” he lets you down, his hand holding yours. “Shall we?” You nodded excitedly as he led you to the table. As soon as you both sat down, he got a phone call. “Sorry darling, I’ll be right back.”

You pouted. “Can’t you just take the call here?” You ask, not wanting him to leave your side for even a moment.

He chuckles nervously, eyes looking anywhere but at you. “Uhh, I’ll only be a few minutes, okay darling.”

“Hee, I don’t mind,” you replied, not minding if he took his call at the table.

“It’s really okay, baby. I’ll be right back, okay?” He winked at you. “Don’t go anywhere.” he darted off to take the call, walking until he was no longer in earshot. He fished his phone out of his pocket and put it up to his ear. “Hello, my love.”

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[ 05:55 ] - c.hs

pair: vernon x fem!reader.  w/c: 2k content: pwp/smut. (MINORS DO NOT HAVE MY CONSENT TO INTERACT). married au. christmas drabble. warnings: swearing. bad jokes/festive innuendoes throughout. smut tags UTC.  notes: yes this is several days late. no i am not taking questions.  notes 2.0: at the time of writing i am stuck in a very grim post-xmas limbo (see: entirely too full of cheese and also regret), however i remain down horrendous for this loser so here we are. enjoy. <3

smut tags: spooning -> forking. fingering, nipple play, talk of spicy dreams incl. a blowjob. piv sex. breeding kink (see: hills i will die on). creampie! cockwarming. it’s all very domestic. barely proof read. please let me know if i have forgotten anything.

Soft lips against the shell of your ear accompany you on your return to the land of the living, several hours earlier than you’d ideally like to be awake and definitely long before the sun decides to make its own face known. Your room is dark and the air is bitterly cold, even wrapped up under your bedsheets, even tangled in the arms of your husband. 

But you don’t need to be able to feel your toes, nor see six feet in front of you to know exactly why you’ve been woken up this early. All you need to be able to do is hear, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with your ears at this ungodly hour. 

“Morning,” Hansol murmurs huskily when your hands place themselves over his, low on your stomach beneath your sleep shirt. “Happy Christmas, baby.”

“Happy Christmas,” you say back, smiling serenely, your brain still fogged with the last wisps of your retreating slumber. The tone of his voice alone is a dead giveaway to what he wants, but you decide to play with him a little first anyway and feign innocence. Lazy mornings like this where neither of you are in a rush to get straight out of bed are a little bit of a treat, so who are you to not indulge him? “Why are you awake?”

It’s no secret that your partner likes to sleep in whenever gets the chance, but with a toddler in the room down the hall and a demanding job that has him leaving home before sunrise, most days, that’s something of a rarity now. He answers you silently, pressing his hips into your backside and you feel him — all of him — thick and hard and warm against the flesh of your ass. Ah. Just as expected. A warm chuckle escapes you and you move to turn over in his arms, but his strong hold traps you in place and you just wiggle back against him instead.

He barely stifles a groan and, still laughing, you roll your eyes.

“S’that a candy cane in your pocket?” You ask, feeling him shuffle down a fraction and rut against the seam of your thighs over and over, quiet grunts betraying the pleasure he tries to conceal. Close enough to feel your core’s heat, yet separated enough from it to only feel more frustrated. “Or are you just happy to see me?”

Hansol laughs despite himself into the smooth skin of your neck, shaking his head. He slides one of his hands up from your stomach to your chest, his warm fingers finding and dragging around one of your nipples with practiced accuracy. 

“You can find out,” he says, feeling goosebumps raise on your skin as the bud hardens under his touch. “If you want.”

“Why don’t you tell me what got you all worked up, first?” You ask. 

Morning wood is one thing, but to make him initiate all this? It must’ve been something really special. He proves you right as he pinches at your nipple, his other hand dipping below the waistband of your pyjama pants, his blunt nails dragging down your belly. You bite your lips to prevent yourself whining. 

So sue you. It’s been a while. 

“Had a dream about you,” Hansol says, peppering kisses down the side of your neck. You arch your back, simultaneously pressing your ass against his clothed cock again and your chest harder against his hand. “You were all dressed up for me. In this pretty little red outfit — you know the… sexy Christmas ones? With the white fur along the skirt?”

You nod, dropping your hand down to where his fingers are stroking, mercilessly slowly, against the cotton of your panties. To where he’s giving you hardly anything. On purpose. You shunt his wrist down a little, feeling him smirk into your skin. Finally though, he starts to thumb over your clit and you gasp appreciatively at the relief. “Oh yeah? And what was I doing?”

“It’s just funny you mentioned candy canes,” he tells you, rubbing at you a little faster. “You were suckin’ on me like I was one.”

You groan a little at his description, feeling your cheeks heat up. Arguably, this shouldn’t be sexy at all, but his rough morning voice and the way his skillful hands are working you up to a soaked, wriggling mess already has you flustered. You’re convinced nobody else in the world could turn a line that corny into auditory foreplay.

Leave it to you to marry the world’s biggest dork.

“All the way back into your throat,” he goes on, finally now slipping past the barrier of your underwear. He dips between your folds, dragging through your arousal before he moves his sickened finger back to your clit. “Dressed so naughty, but I’d have put you on the nice list for sure.”

“Enough with the damn—,” you snort, but your amusement dies and you clench your jaw as he starts to play with your other tit instead. You have to be quiet; you can’t afford for this to end before either of you manage to get off. Not now. But it’s so difficult when he knows your body better than he does his own. “You know she’ll be awake any-… oh.”

“Then get these off,” he whispers. He opens his palm fully then, pushing your thighs apart and pressing just the tips of two of his fingers against your hole. All the while, he fights to try and push your pyjama pants down with his other hand. 

He fails, naturally, but you come to his rescue and slide them down over your hips for him. He joins you again in an effort to kick everything all the way off though, sliding one leg between yours and stamping a little impatiently at your sleepwear with his foot until they’re bunched up at the end of your bed. His boxer shorts, meanwhile, don’t even make it to his knees; as soon as he can pull himself free of their confines, he does, stroking along his length as you open your thighs for him. 

He presses his lips against the curve of your shoulder while he settles into position behind you. Then, it’s just moments before you feel his head dragging through your slick in place of his fingers. 

“Okay?” he asks, lining up with your entrance and pushing forward just enough that you feel the familiar stretch of his intrusion.

“Please,” you nod, grabbing the sheets in an attempt to anchor yourself, to hush the moans he always draws out of you. Hansol slides into your cunt slowly, pressing until his cock is buried all the way inside you, until his hips rest completely against your ass. Your whole body shivers at the feeling. 

He barely moves for a little while, letting himself get used to the sensation of your walls hugging him for the first time in… weeks? Months, even? Too long, is the only real answer. His hand lays over your hip as you relax it and your thighs come back together, making you squeeze a little tighter around him. He fills you up so perfectly, too. So much that you feel warmth creeping to each of your extremities already. So much you can’t keep your mouth closed no matter how hard you try. 

“Missed you,” you sigh, laying your hand on top of his, threading your fingers through the spaces between his own. He brushes his thumb over the side of your hand soothingly. “Missed this.”

“Me too,” he agrees, slowly starting to turn those cute accidental jerks of his hips into real thrusts. But he doesn’t move quickly. Not at all: quite the opposite, even; he fucks into you slow and deep, making sure you feel every inch of him on every single stroke. 

It continues on much the same, but you’re not sure how long for: kissing your shoulders, your neck, the back of your hand when he lifts it up to his lips, breathing hot and heavy on your slowly warming skin. He murmurs sweet little praises. Rolls into you, dragging the tip of his cock against the sweet spot inside once he finds the angle that makes you hiccup your next breaths. He loves you, he makes love to you: quietly and intimately, and you’re so lost in this rarely seen, sweet, needy side to your husband that you barely realise you’re inching closer to your high until he’s the one to tell you you are. 

“Close?” he asks, with a new rough edge to his voice that has nothing to do with the sleep his fantasies woke you both from. It’s not a question, despite the little lift he says the word with. He knows what it feels like. He knows you. 

“Mhm,” you nod, swallowing back another whine as his hand dips between your legs again. “F-… yeah. Just like that—”

“I know, sweetheart,” he hums. “God, m’so lucky to have you. Feels so good.”

Your brain floods with static and it’s a miracle you even hear what he says next. He’s a man of few words (though one of many grunts) in the bedroom, but when Hansol starts getting overwhelmed in his pleasure, he babbles more than anyone you’ve ever met. You do hear him, though. Loud and clear. 

“Gonna put another one in you,” he says, hushed but still undoubtedly desperate. “Wanna give you another baby— oh, you’re gonna look so pretty. Can I? Please—?”

And if his fingertips rubbing tight circles against your puffy clit, or his cock spearing into you with unsteady, shaky movements, or his throaty moans of your name hushed by the skin of your back weren’t enough to get you there? This is. You squeeze your eyes shut and cry around your fist as it hits, as ecstasy pulses through you in waves that never seem to end. 

“Yes,” you gasp in the midst of it all, as he keeps asking — no, keeps begging. “Please, ‘Sol—”

“Fuck,” he groans, then, letting his own high wash over him and he starts to spill ribbons of white into your hot pussy. “You feel so fucking-… ah—”

He squeaks the words out. Right into your ear, fanning hot breaths down your now slightly sweaty neck. Even when he’s spent and stops rocking into your hips, he keeps rambling. “Thank you, shit, thank you—”

You don’t hear him swear much anymore. Not since you had your first baby; the suddenness of it makes you giggle, and the resulting clamp of your walls around his twitching length makes him hiss as he comes down. But he doesn’t pull out of you, even when he starts to soften. You realise after a few seconds what he’s doing, though.  He’s keeping you plugged full of his cum; he’s not going to let any of it go to waste. (You both know it’s starting to dribble out of you down the sides of his length anyway, mixed with your own wetness. Neither of you are too worried about that right now.)

He meant it, then. All of it. Your stomach twists in delight as he taps your waist and you look back at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Make me a promise?” he asks, sweaty forehead pressed into your shoulder, still trying to catch his breath. 

“Anything.”

“Let’s never leave it that long again,” Hansol whines. You can’t help but flutter around him again, this time at the mere thought of him being so desperate to fuck you more often. He lets out a slightly pained laugh, overstimulated.

“I promise,” you agree, feeling all of a sudden like your bones are made of lead. You could fall back asleep like this, quite happily. 

But, you realise with a sigh, someone didn’t take care of the milk and cookies on the kitchen counter before they crawled into bed last night. That’s about to become your problem.

“Good,” he nods. “We’re gonna do this every day ‘til you have another one, okay? Twice. And extra on weekends.”

“Mhm, sure we are.” You laugh, finally now feeling him pull out of you with a kiss to your temple. (Twice a day is his upper limit, and both of you know that. But it doesn’t hurt to play along.) “In that case, I’ll save your special gift for later.”

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