#This was after Darling went to bed too i find it cute that they stay up together and just talk n flirt T0T UGH

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"The view is beautiful" "yeah, it is" type post

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ᝰ.ᐟ 🦢 — K.MG ; ! honey moon dream

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ smut,fluff ] ꩜ | requested but couldn’t find the req.

“ the morning after you & your new husbands flight to the santorini islands, you must say you’re excited for your new life with him but not as much as having intimate time with him ”

waking up to a naked mingyu was the best thing you could ask for, his big built muscular back just adds up to your obsession with him.

after staring for a good minute, thinking about things you shouldn’t have but hey you’re on your honeymoon right? having… well interesting thoughts is apart of it but the bigger part is doing those thoughts, you knew you were will have some intimate time as you’d like to call it.

“mingyu darling wake up“ you spoke, breaking out of your thoughts, trying to wake up your lover who is one heck of a heavy sleeper, after some attempts of waking him up he finally opened his eyes , groaning, voice groggily as he replied “mm what time is it“ rubbing his eyes “9 am, love” you kissed his cheek.

“It’s too early, let’s just stay in bed baby” you said to him as he pulled you over to sit on his lap.

your babydoll white nightgown which was quite short in mingyu’s eyes, hunched up as you were sitting on top of him, & the white paired stockings did him no good either.

leaning for a kiss, mingyu quickly deepened it. you let out a soft sigh, loving his pretty lips on yours, suddenly he cut the kiss shortly which caused you to give mingyu a whiny why, “doll as much as i want to continue this, we have a reservation at a yacht today didn’t you know?” ah yes with many of your lovers perks, he was rich, filthy rich. hell you two came here from the classiest airlines & first class seats of course.

“ugh fine” you rolled your eyes getting off him, “lose the attitude, sweet wife” he told.

fuck.. that was so hot of him you thought as you walked to the bathroom doing your daily beauty routine & taking a quick shower.

walking out of the soothing shower, you dried your hair out, while mingyu took your place for showering, you eventually went out & got ready for the luxurious boat ride you guys will be staying in for about two days you remember him saying.

packing up clothes for the little trip, you packed essentials, you wore the star of the show was your little bikini, the color was a beige but with a very little color of pink. It was basically a thong for the bottom part & for the top part it had a string the could be taken off easily if you pulled it.

after being done with packing you wore a cute see through thin strap-yellow with a flower print dress it had on it, it was so light with sheer fabric that you could see your bikini bottom showing.

you looked & felt absolutely gorgeous it complemented your skin so much, & trust mingyu loved it more when he saw it on you he stopped for a moment to take a good look, speechless was an understatement for him.

“earth to mingyu???” you smiled waving your hand infront of his face, the wedding ring on it snapped him out to reality, he still couldn’t believe he wifed you up.

“m’sorry baby couldn’t resist you just look so gorgeous” he grabbed your hand & kissed the big diamond ring that was adorned by your finger “shall we mrs.kim?” he looked at you “we shall mr.kim” you giggled, holding his hand while he showed you the way out.

the car ride to the to the beach decks of the yacht waiting for you was absolutely ethereal you couldn’t even believe it was real, the blue & white decorated living units & shops you passed through, the blue beaches you could see it was perfect, this was perfect, the life you have right now made up everything you’ve been through, as long as you had mingyu.

finally after what seemed an hour you’ve arrived to your destination.

seeing the staff waiting for you on the boat, they welcomed you gifting yours & mingyus heads with a flower crowns, the pretty flowers had a coloration range from yellow to pink to white, it matched with your choice of clothing so well.

sounds splitters & splatters across the pool that was caused by your beloved husband, while you sat on the beach chair laying down on your stomach, reading a magazine or book.

“cmon baby join me!” you heard him yell, “no I’m fine like this” turning your head & looking up at him then smiling but it quickly faded when he decided to splash some water on you “you idiot!” you screamed “oops sorry baby it was by accident” he smiled, he by 100% mean it. “just shut up let me relax” you shushed him.

you wanted to feel comfortable even more you took off your dress with it came off the top of your bikini, I mean hey it is your yacht technically, your boobs out in all its glory, it almost immediately caught your husband’s attention “what the fuck do you think your doing?” he said clearly not mused by your tricks, coming out of the pool & grabbing the towel to cover you up “what I only wanted to get comfortable gyu” you tilted your head batting your eye-lashes “yeah but I don’t want the staff ogling your tits” he spat “fine fine m’sorry gyu” you snaked your hands around his clearly wet neck “god your lucky I love you” you chuckled.

after the pool you both took a shower, then you wore a simple black panty with a matching long sleeve, I mean it was your normal sleep-wear, you were thirsty though, you went to of course get some refreshing water to cool your throat, greeting a staff, you swore he looked at your ass but you shrugged it off not caring until.. you head a slight raised voice by none other than mingyu “y/n!”.

your turned your head meeting an angry mingyu “we need to talk in private” he grit his teeth, fake smiling to the staff the was joining you in the kitchen, dragging you to the master -room you’d sleep in.

“you know first I forgave you but walking out with your ass out to everyone see really y/n?”he held your waist pulling you closer, you began to be nervous but you’d still hold your ground ”I didn’t know he’d be here mingyu!” you told truthfully but fully liking mingyu’s mini rage fest “really cause the yacht seems to be full of staff” he continued, you were weak to him when he was like this you had to apologize “fine! m’sorry okay I just didn’t think about it I was thirsty” you mumbled but he sure did catch what you said “oh doll, when I’m done with you won’t be able to think” moving his veiny hands to your back stroking it, then moving to your butt & squeezing it.

you jumped a little bit, not gonna lie when he said that, you panties were soiled by the wetness it hit it with, “gyu, please don’t tease I’ve wanted you all day” you pouted “awh trust me, you’ll get what you want & more” with ease he ripped the fabric that once was covering your private part, the air hit your wet cunt making you sigh, he tapped on your thighs signaling you to jump & put your legs around his waist.

he moved to bed quickly, letting the duvet hit your back when he placed you, he hovered over you, admiring your face then smiling, but it wasn’t just a normal smile it was a you’re fucked smile “how ‘bout you give me your ass f’me baby” you responded with a nod then following what he said, you got on all fours.

he stopped for a second, making you whine.

then a spank came landing on one of your cheeks but not just with his hand with a belt.

a whole fuckin belt.

“how much should I give you, baby? have you been a good little pup for me?” he spoke out saying ‘pup’ he only called you that when the both of you are alone, fucking obviously.

you thought for a bout a second “you know I like it when I get my answer, you’ve already got me on a bad temper baby, wouldn’t wanna push it even more mh?” spank ! another hit landed on the flesh of your bottom as you moaned.

“whatever you’d like min” you answered. slightly peeking to see his face, he was amused by your answer “good choice doll”.

ten. ten in total he gave you after he was done he stopped to admire the work he’s done your abused ass painted with a series of purple & red colors then looking down at the arousal spewing from your pussy till dripping down your thighs. “you know you should walk out with panties again but now they’ll see who gets to fuck this ass.” he chuckled.

“how bad do you want my cock in you pup?” “s-so bad min, you don’t even know how I just need it s’bad, need you filling me up with your b-babies !!” you begged tears flowing from him spanking you till now you begging him to fuck you stupid.

“god haven’t I god such a dirty mouthed pup?” he pulled your hair roughly then lined his huge member to your pink little hole “guess I have to fuck you dumb, to get those bad little words out of you.” he then thrusted in you with no hesitation, you moaned out his name loudly, as he thrusted more in you, the ah’s & curses coming out of both of you, he looked down to see your ass shaking to when he thrusts in you fuck he loved seeing that, knowing his pretty little wife is all his, he moaned & went harder

skin slapping was heard filling the room, you were feeling amazing, finally you’ve been waiting all day to fucked by your husband & him being jealous by the staff member just made you crazy, you loved how he was protective of you, you also loved how he isn’t afraid to show the dumb of a man he’d like to call by making you scream his name while his dick was abusing your hole.

“f-fuck my pretty little wife taking me up so well?? s-shit can’t wait f’him to hear how my dump pup is getting all loud f’me hm?” he said as his two fingers went to roughly rub on your puffed up clit.

you felt a knot tying through your tummy, a sign that you’re really close “hmph g-gyu so close!” you moaned loudly as the orgasm rushed through your body, spilling all over your thighs, once you were done cumming he pulled out of you “my pretty pup you did so good” he praised you as you smiled “but think you could do one thing f’me?” you tilted your head before you could speak he put his legs between your stomach hovering over it.

squeezing your breasts he put his cock between them then moaned a fuck!.

he thrusted in & out of your tits, pretty pink little tip peeping out & hitting your chin. “god those tits were made f’me hm!” fuck he loved fucking your tits even before you married he always came on them loving the feeling when your two boobs squeezed his cock to a perfect level, that he could sit like this for hours, he loved seeing your fucked out face, knowing you’d be 100x aroused when he’s doing so.

he sped as he caught up on his orgasm then cum was all over your tits.

“shit you look so pretty like this.” he commented “o-only for you min” you said panting, “let’s go get cleaned up” he picked you up bridal style, funny how you were a bride two weeks ago.

at the end you two did not get washed.

instead you guys fucked for a couple of rounds till his & your cum was mixed & getting out of your swollen cunt.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !! hope you like this anon !!

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can i request a yandere izuku x fem reader where he sees her talking to another guy so later in bed he gets realllly possessive

(A/n: Kinktober Day 12/15! 3 more daysssss!!!!! I haven't really dabbled in writing yandere content, so forgive me if it's not the best. Also, it wasn't specified if you wanted a soft or traditional yandere, so I went traditional, hence the warnings. If it is too much for you, Anon, I apologize. Just let me know and I will rewrite it as soft yandere.)

This fic got really dark, really fast. If you are uncomfortable reading about nonconsensual acts and rape (as is commonplace within the yandere scene), this is your first warning. If you read the official warnings below, continue to the story and then get triggered, that is on you, not on me. There is ample warning and a cut-off that you have to click on in order to access the story to keep accidental triggers from happening. Know your limits and curate your own internet experience. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Word Count: 2,956

Summary- Why are you talking to him? Is Izuku not enough? He'll show you he's enough... more than enough.

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Stalking, Izuku Tries to Baby Trap Reader, Possessiveness but Not in A Cute Way, Non-Con and, Once Again- Read At Your Own Risk!!

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Izuku Midoriya x Fem! Reader: His

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Izuku sits in the same café chair as usual. His eyes flicker up from his laptop screen, his gaze scanning the coffee shop until it lands on you behind the counter. You – the reason he keeps throwing dollar after dollar away on overpriced coffee and pastries day after day. He’s become a regular fairly quickly.

As he continues to type asway on his laptop, he can’t help but let his stare linger a bit longer than casual. It’s not causal, though, is it? He’s completely added a new stop in his morning routine simply to stalk a girl. He may front that his laptop is for work, but really, he’s using it to take notes on everything his darling does.

He would use his tried-and-true notebook, but he’s learned that it’s way too easy for someone to snatch and read off of and he doesn’t need anyone finding out about this… transgression.

He smiles to himself as you laugh with one of your coworkers – a short, older woman with the beginnings of greying in her otherwise midnight colored hair, aka, she’s not a threat. He’s too far away to hear your conversation, but seeing the way you tilt your head back with that gorgeous smile and laugh is enough. For now.

You notice the green haired man again - Izuku. It’s no surprise, he comes here every morning for an hour or two, He’s always working on his laptop; your guess is either college student or remote worker.

He’s cute. The freckles that dot his face soften his otherwise imposing frame – you swear he must be well over six feet of pure muscle. He’s always been kind, though, if not a little odd. He tends to stumble over his words and rant a bit whenever you talk to him, but you think it’s sweet, like a schoolyard crush.

Today, he’s stayed a bit longer, his coffee long gone as he keeps typing away. To you’re knowledge he hasn’t ordered anything to eat in the few hours that he’s been here, so you decide to take the opportunity to have an excuse talk to him.

You make your way over to the display case and slip some gloves on. Reaching in, you grab a cinnamon roll and place it on a small plate before rounding the counter and making your way over to his table in the corner.

“On the house,” you smile softly, setting the plate next to his laptop.

When his head snaps up to look at you, his face starts to turn a light red. Now he really looks like a strawberry.

“You’ve been here for a while without eating anything and I’m not having you pass out from low blood sugar while I’m on the clock,” you joke lightly, seeing the slight confusion on his face.

He lightly shakes his head, as if to snap himself out of something, before he returns your smile. “O-oh, thank you! But you didn’t have to-”

"It’s no problem,” you assure him. “If you need anything else, just let me know," you say with a wave of your hand before returning to the counter.

Izuku watches as you get swept back up into your work. The older woman you were laughing with earlier lightly swatting your arm with a grin as she glances over at you. Based on the way turn your face down with a shy grin, he can only assume she asked about him. With amusement written clearly on his face, Izuku takes a bite of the still-warm pastry; it practically melts in his mouth, and he thinks that, just maybe, the café’s pricing isn’t as overpriced as he thinks.

No – 8 bucks for a coffee is insane.

The next morning is more of the same: Go to the café, watch you, document down anything new about you, eventually have to leave and go to work.

Except it’s not the same. It’s not the same at all. There’s a man leaning against the counter talking to you when Izuku walks in. He freezes in place, needing a second to process that he is, in fact, seeing this. That this man, who’s not even worthy enough to exist in the same room as you, thinks that he can flirt with you. And that his darling is entertaining it.

He nearly snaps right then and there when he sees the man reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His hands curl into fists at his side, the skin pulling taut and pale over his knuckles. How dare this man lay his hands on what is rightfully his? He can feel the possessiveness swelling inside of his, rearing its ugly head back and urging him to march over there and rip the stranger’s hand off of you.

But he doesn’t. Not yet.

Instead, he simply turns back around and exits the café, already coming up with a plan to get rid of this... nuisance.

Entering your bedroom that night, you don’t notice the figure sitting on your bed, shrouded in the darkness of the room. You don’t bother turning the light on yet; you’ve had a long day, and the light would only serve to worsen your headache. You snag some clothes from your closet and head into the bathroom, wanting to wash the day away.

As you shower, you can’t help but feel like something is off, but you ignore it. Surely, it’s just your mind taking advantage of the stress and making you paranoid.

Stepping back into your room as you brush your hair, you finally turn the light on.

You let out a startled yelp as you see him. Sat on your bed, with a dried red substance that can only be one thing on his hands, is Izuku. His forearms are on his knees as he lifts his head to meet your gaze; there’s more of the smeared color on his cheek.

No amount of freckles can soften the look on his face as he glares at you with sharp, green eyes. “I saw you with that man today…”

“You know,” he says, standing from the bed with a slow, predatory grace. “I thought we had something, darling. I thought you understood that you are mine and mine alone.”

He starts to walk towards you. Every step forward, you meet with a step back, repeating this until you realize with horror that your back has hit the wall.

“I-Izuku…” You stammer out, pressing yourself further into the drywall as if you can disappear into it if you will it hard enough. “What are- what are you doing in my house?”

It’s a stupid question, really. He’s spelled it out for you already, so you can guess, but some twisted part in your mind wants to hear him say it, to confirm the worst-case scenarios swirling around your thoughts.

Your eyes flick down to the blood on his hands. You have a feeling you know who it came from. “What did you do to him?” You ask, horrified.

“You know what I did. At least, you know the very least of what I did." Izuku answers. "He touched what’s mine, so I had to… teach... him that it’s rude to touch what’s not his.” Izuku reaches up to cup your cheek, ignoring your harsh flinch as he steps even closer, so your chests nearly touch. “I made sure that he would never bother us again, my darling.”

“You’re insane…” your voice wavers barely above a whisper as your eyes well with tears.

Izuku’s expression darkens as he hears the fear and desperation in your voice. He free hand grabs your arm, holding you tightly in place as his eyes narrow dangerously.

“Insane?” he seethes, his face mere inches from yours. “I’m not the insane one here, Y/n. You are, for thinking you could just replace me with some worthless stranger.”

He leans in closer, the intensity in his gaze almost overwhelming. “I’ve given you everything, Y/n. My heart, my soul, my entire being. And this is how you repay me?”

The hand on your cheek caresses you with a twisted tenderness. “I did this for you. To protect you. To show you that no one else can have you; that no one else deserves you,” his voice calms to a plead. “I’ve watched you, studied you, spent ungodly amounts of money on that damn shop’s subpar coffee… and it was all to ensure that I could mold myself into the perfect man for you…”

You’re stomach drops as you process what he just said.

All of these months, you thought he was just a really dedicated regular. Now you know… He was stalking you…

You’re thoughts travel back to how much he writes on that laptop of his and your legs nearly give. He’s been taking notes on you, studying you like a fucking lab rat, seeing what makes you tick so he could manipulate you into falling for him. Oh god… you think you’re gonna be sick.

“You’re insane…” You repeat, your voice is barely audible over your own thundering pulse. “We were never together! You’re a stalker- a- a murderer…” Your head feels funny and the room is starting to spin.

“How dare you!” Izuku snarls, his voice low and menacing. “You know nothing about what I do! It’s all for you. For us, you stupid girl!” He yanks you closer, wrapping his arm around you so you can’t get away. “I’m your protector. Your savior. And you’re going to learn to love me the way I love you – even if I have to break you.”

He tangles on hand in your hair, tugging the still-damp strands to force you to tilt your head back. He leans down, capturing your lips in a forceful kiss.

The tears are free flowing down your face now; sobs rip from your chest as you desperately try to get away. He tightens his grip on you, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Now, now, my love, there’s no need for all that,” he murmurs into the kiss. “You know you want this just as much as I do.”

You manage to get an arm free and land a harsh slap to his cheek, hoping the shock will be enough for you to get away.

Izuku’s face contorts in a mixture of shock and rage, but he doesn’t let go of you like you were hoping. Instead, he tightens his hold even more, making it hard to breathe. He starts pulling you to bed, making you really panic.

“No! No- please! Please don’t do this, Izuku, please!” You beg, digging your heels into the floor to no avail.

“You’re going to pay for that, Y/n.” he growls, his voice dripping with menace. “You’re going to learn to respect me, to obey me.”

He tosses you onto the bed, following you down as if it’s his rightful place on top of you. His hands are everywhere, tearing at your clothes, pulling them off to expose your skin. “You’re mine. And I’m going to prove it to you, whether you like it or not.”

He all but rips his belt off and grabs your wrists, binding them to the headboard with the leather. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to cum for me. You’re going to scream my name and you’re going to do it with a smile on your face.” He’s pinning you down, his weight crushing you and his erection pressing against your thigh.

Your fighting continues to remain fruitless. You try to kick him but he easily gathers your legs on one arm, shoving your knees towards your chest as his other hand works on undoing his jeans.

You can’t breathe. Your chest is heaving, desperately trying to drag air into your burning lungs but you can’t. The room is spinning even harder, and you can see black spots starting to dance in your vision. You’re still trying to plead with him, but you can’t hear yourself anymore. There’s just a loud, piercing ringing in your ears.

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” He hisses, freeing his cock and lining it up with your entrance. “You wanted to make me jealous so I’d finally snap and take you, didn’t you?”

You barely feel it as you frantically shake your head. “N-no…” you whimper.

With a rough, forceful thrust he fills you. You think you scream out, but you don’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. Your throat feels raw, though, so some sound must’ve come out.

He groans as he hilts, his head dropping to your shoulder as he shifts your legs to wrap around him. He takes a deep breath, and something seems to flip in him. His grip on you loosens just a tad.

“Breathe, darling…” He murmurs. “I need you to breathe…”

You don’t know what caused the switch up, but you know he’s right – you need to breathe. As much as you are terrified for what’s to come, you don’t want to be passed out during it. You want to know every little thing he does to you, so you have that much more to fuel the fires of hatred that are starting to simmer in your chest.

“Breathe with me,” Izuku says, mimicking deep breaths. “two counts in, one out.”

You follow his instructions until you can breathe properly on your own.

“I don’t want to hurt you, love… I just want you to love me the way I love you.” He whispers against your collarbone. “Just give in and I’ll make you feel so good…”

“Fuck you…” you whisper. Now that the ringing has stopped, you can hear how hoarse your voice is from the screaming.

Izuku lets out a long sigh, as if you’re a dog that’s chewed up his shoes one too many times. “We’ll work on that.” He decides.

When he moves, it’s painful. The drag of his cock in your dry cunt creating all the wrong friction. You cry out in discomfort, your legs kicking against the best in a last-ditch effort to get away.

You can feel every slow thrust with excruciating detail.

What’s more horrifying is when you start to feel that friction starts to ease. Each thrust becomes easier and easier as your body betrays you.

The grin that stretches across his face presses into your neck as he peppers it with kisses. “That’s it, give in. I’ll make you feel so, so good darling.”

You shake your head, unable to verbalize anything, too choked with the shame of feeling his cock sliding through your involuntary arousal.

“You just needed to be put in your place, showed who was in charge…” Izuku continues to coo. He lifts up, propping himself up on his forearm as he reaches up to wipe your tears away. “It’s okay to let go. To submit to me…”

He presses a kiss to your lips, this time gentler but still unreciprocated. When he pulls away, he reaches down to rub your clit. The pressure makes your hips kick up into his hand and subsequently into his thrusting. It makes him slam right into your g spot. You cry out in surprise, the pleasured noise echoing through the room to remind you of your downfall.

“Oh, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” Izuku grins again.

"Please... stop..." You sob. He simply pulls you closer by the hips so he can repeatedly guide his cock there again and again. Your wrists pull at the belt, the headboard creaking with the effort, but you’re trapped. Trapped to endure the torture of being violated and of having your body betray you in such a primal manner.

“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?” He pants, thrusting slowly and deep. “You don’t need to answer, I can feel you tightening around me, I know you’re close. I’ve watched you enough to know the signs,” he laughs a little.

“Baby…” he slows into a slow rhythm as he says the word contemplatively. “I like the sound of that…”

He starts up again with renewed vigor. “I think I’m going to fuck a baby into you. Can’t leave me if you’re carrying my child.”

You can’t be bothered to point out how wrong that statement is because you’re too busy spiraling. “No! Nononono- please don’t!” You beg, you’re fight renewing at the thought of being impregnated by your rapist. “Please! Izuku, you can’t do this! You can’t!” you cry out.

“Oh, but I can.” He grunts. “I can, and I will. You’re mine-”

His thumb is still circling your clit and he’s still hammering into you at just the right angle. You can feel your release coming and you’ve never hated the thought of cumming more.

“Please don’t do this-” You try again. “I-I’ll… I’ll do anything! I’ll stop fighting, just please- Please don’t cum inside!”

“Oh, babygirl…” He murmurs, tracing your bottom lip with his finger. “This isn’t a punishment… I would never knock you up as punishment. No… this is an act of love. It’s the start of our family!” His smile is psychotic. As if her truly believes that this is love. That this is anything but assault.

Before you can plead with him more, you are push over the edge, crying out shamefully as you body spasms with tremors. Cutting through the haze of your forced orgasm is the sudden, hot feel of something filling you as Izuku groans out, tipping his head back with gritted teeth as he slams his hips into yours.

It's too late…

When Izuku collapse on top of you, he smiles against your heated skin. His expression a stark contrast to your horrified one. “You’re going to make such a pretty mommy…”

[yoonmeowzz]

nct 127 ! being domestic

contents: nct 127 members x gn!reader, fluff, slice of life, established relationship, non idol au, use of pet names (babe, darling)

warnings: mentions of food (taeil and taeyong)

a/n: i've been thinking A LOT about johnny and mark and this kind of stuff so... yeah

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johnny

even if people don't believe him, he's 6ft tall, so obviously he can reach every high place in the house. he enjoys seeing you trying to get things from the highest shelves but when you decide to give up and look for him, without saying a word he gets up and helps you getting what you wanted. he then feels his chest filled with this warm feeling he can’t explain, he just loves to help you, be there for you when you need him. he usually stays in the kitchen while you’re cooking, even if you told him to rest, just to get things for you.

“johnny…” he looked up from his phone and immediately went to take the bowl you needed.

“there you go, babe”

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taeyong

taeyong appreciates every second he spends with you but late night talking is definitely his favorite thing to do with you. some days, he takes some snacks and drinks sneakily from the kitchen before going back to his room, where you are waiting for him with a smile. however, most of the time it’s just you and him hugging each other or simply lying next to each other while you talk about whatever crosses your mind.

“did you know that there was a greek stuttering orator? he’d practice hard every day to be able to speak in public without stuttering.”

“stop, y/n, i’m gonna get emotional”

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yuta

on lazy days when neither of you have enough energy to do anything, he asks you to spend the day in bed. you accept without a doubt. y’all just cuddle for a while, maybe he takes a little nap while you’re on your phone. but his favorite part is lying down on your tummy and having your hands playing with his hair. he LOVES the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp, gently twisting each hair strand. eventually he falls asleep to your slow breathing as the only background noise and once he wakes up he’s all clingy and lovely.

“did i already told you how much i love you?”

“you did, yuta, and i love you too. so much”

“i love you more, darling”

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doyoung

activities with doyoung are always aesthetically pleasant, so cute coffee dates at home with homemade coffee are something usual now. he takes his time making your coffee look great so you can take pictures to remember this sweet moments with him when you’re away. after having your cups ready y’all just cuddle on the couch covered in cozy blankets and watch a movie or talk about nothing in particular.

“you said you wanted to try caramel macchiato so i tried to make it. if it tastes bad i can give you my cup”

“thank you so much, doyoung”

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jaehyun

this man’s music taste is immaculate. you usually spend your lazy time together listening to music together while cuddling on his bed. you’re lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his calm heartbeat and flash by cigarettes after sex at the background. with his hands stroking your back slowly up and down you start dozing off, his arms secured around you.

“sleep tight, y/n” you hear him whisper over the music before finally falling asleep.

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jungwoo

he’s kinda a clean freak so you try to keep things neat. however, he doesn’t mind if you leave the living room or bathroom messy cause he prefers cleaning together on weekends since he has lots of fun spending time with you, no matter what y’all are doing. if you’re tiding your shared bedroom he’s going to try on every piece of clothing he finds. sooner or later, your cleaning session becomes a fashion runway.

“check this hoodie, y/n!! do i look good?”

“you look amazing!!”

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mark

messy hair mark, wearing his glasses and pajamas should be illegal cause he’s going to be the death of me. when he’s not busy he likes to spend his mornings with you, especially playing the guitar for you. you’re both sitting on his bed, he just plays some accords until you decide what song you want him to play. it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know that particular song, he’d learn it for you. and when he starts singing ever so softly… i’m combusting

“i just wanna live in this moment forever…”

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haechan

when he’s free from work he spends his time playing video games. but there’s something about playing mario kart with you that feels different. it may sound stupid, but competing with you or making silly bets like “the loser has to give the winner a kiss” is something really intimate and special for him. he usually is very competitive, but this time he doesn’t mind losing, having you by his side is already a win.

“if you win the tournament i’ll do everything you ask me for a week”

“and if i lose?” you raised an eyebrow.

“you have to love me forever”

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[jadeee]

Living with Nanami

I get the feeling there'll be a part 2... I've never done anything note motivated but maybe if this gets 100 notes I will 👀 -> update: read part 2 here!

He habitually wipes the bathroom countertop after using the sink. It's ingrained in him. We all saw that ep in season 1.

Definitely has a modern aesthetic which when paired with yours is very... interesting. He'll eye whatever knick knacks you have in silence, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Your feet felt warm on the multi-colored rug you placed in front of the couch. The walls were decorated with art you picked out, a few pops of green from your many plants here and there. Then there was the odd trinket you found from a thrift store years ago which stood upright on the coffee table. The longer he studied the color blocked sections of your bookshelf, the more his set mouth morphed into an impressed smile. Your hands brushed against each other until he took yours in his completely.

His pet peeve would definitely be little bits of trash scattered throughout the house. He's not passive aggressive but he won't lash out or lecture you. Just a little "Darling, I noticed you forget to throw things out sometimes. Why is that?"

Another pet peeve I see for him is walking around brushing your teeth or flossing 💀 if you walk down the hall flossing, he just imagines bits of plaque flying onto the walls silently. I'm not sure if he'd say anything about this because he thinks you may find it silly and he knows it's not a big deal but a piece of him shudders just a bit.

Always has pads, tampons, and pain relief meds in stock. He'll get the special snacks you like around that time of the month. Whenever it hits you, he's there with everything prepped and ready to go. I imagine he'll secretly want you to ask him for cuddles just so he can spoon you 💗 he rests his hands on your low abdomen while talking to you softly, his breath tickling your ear.

Side note: He doesn't get into the habit of carrying these things around until one day you two are out and you're period suddenly comes out then he goes on the hunt for a pad or tampon.

He's very serious about going to sleep at a certain time and is lowkey bothered when he sees you staying up late - if it's for work, okay fine but if you're up on your phone or watching TV, expect a "you should really go to bed". If you're being a brat and he's really serious, he will haul you off to bed. He wants to give you a peck on the cheek so you know he's not mad but he won't because he's feeling petty.

The place would look very clean and organized nearly all the time except for the weekends. I believe in this 100% because Friday night is when he finally let's loose just a bit. Maybe he had too much to drink when you two went out but you look so cute and you smell so good and my God, your lips... Saturday morning rolls around and so does he in the sheets. His arms wrap around you as he groans softly against your skin, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He knows the place is a bit messy but would rather clean tomorrow since he wants to spend the day with you.

Cleaning is a shared effort. He's not doing all the work and neither are you. I love him and I know he's all for taking care of you but I feel like realistically, this would truly be a shared task. Doing dishes can suck and so can cleaning the bathroom but it's enjoyable when you're playing your music. When he hauls the laundry off to the washing machine, he can't help but look in your direction and smile at the private show you're putting on for yourself.

No matter who cooks, dishes are typically done together. I think it'd become a tradition to bake on Saturdays. Ohh some cake with wine in the afternoon? You two sitting on the porch just giggling and talking about nothing and everything inbetween. Then when golden hours hits and the sun just casts that heavenly glow on you.

Kento leans back with a soft grin on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you block the sun from your face.

"My light, my life."

Heat filled your cheeks as you dropped your head and crossed your legs.

Kento chuckled, "Did I make you nervous?"

"No." you snicker then glance up at him.

He filled your empty glass, "You're a better baker than you are a liar."

You grinned then looked off into the sunset to hide your embarrassment but it only highlighted the things Nanami loved about you.

He doesn't go to sleep mad or upset. He doesn't have the space for it or the time or the energy. Your relationship isn't perfect but it's worth fighting for and he makes sure to do that whenever you two have a fight. If you're both home that night, he won't invade your space but he'll make sure to let you know he cares in some way. Say you fall asleep on the couch? You're going to wake up in the bed and wonder how he ended up on the couch instead. If you haven't eaten, he'll bring you a small snack without saying anything.

This is really random but the security would honestly be multi-layered. Definitely a self insert bc home invasions TERRIFY ME 😭 he'd invest in a good alarm system and have the security cameras outside - yes, cameras to cover the front and back door.

Hmm, what else? Oh you'd have house shoes by the door. I like to think someone bought you two matching ones as a wedding gift or couple themed - like his and hers.

Fun fact: Sharing a bed with you the first night was weird for him. He didn't feel uncomfortable but he didn't feel comfortable either. He just laid there like a man in a coffin.

"Nanami?"

"Hm?" he turned his head to glance at you in the dark.

"Are you ok?"

"... I'm fine, why do you ask?"

The sound of you moving around made his ears turn pink and he was grateful for the dark for once. "You just seem so," he tried not to grunt when you poked his side "stiff."

"Hm, it's really nothing. You should go to sleep."

More rustling he wished would go away. Each second caused a slow heat to creep from his feet to his face.

"Can I hold you?"

He turned his head again then glanced up at the black ceiling. A sigh escaped his lips as he rolled over. Your limbs found each other in the dark and you rested your head near his. His chest deflated of anxiety then.

"Is this better? Do you feel comfortable?"

The sudden feel of lips against your forehead made you smile.

"Yes," he said softly then held you tight until he fell asleep.

Author's Note: I only saw him as the husband while writing this. You're already married in this headcanon.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Michael Gavey - In a relationship - SFW/NSFW

warning : fluff, Michael being well Michael, drinking wine, degradation, oral (f reciving), lingerie, teasing

Info : Yeah what can I say besided Michael is the cute, clingy slightly obsessive sweet Nerd and I love it. Have fun reading ;)

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SFW

°Affectionate, emotional and arrogant

°Michael loves you no question he loves you from the moment you brought him an extra sugar free candy bar when you bumped into each other alone one night. ,,Here, you never know when you're hungry...not like you can calculate it with a formula" you told him - a simple joke, no more, no less. But for him, for the involuntary genius, it was the beginning of something he thought he would never experience.

°The relationship with a woman

°But it was exactly that evening that he saw your kindness, friendliness and outstanding taste in men. It was bound to happen at some point that a girl like you recognized him after his "friend" Oliver left him and betrayed him. He had to have everything you wanted in a man, at least someone like him.

°Even in the first few days, even if he tries not to make it look like it, he clings to you, won't leave you and couldn't hide that big grin at lunch and during the break when his arm was around your side. He may have been the loser but with you he was above everyone.

°Every day he brought you a Crunchy and you brought him all of yours. He loved it when you gave him a math problem, he knew he was helping you with your homework when you took out your pencil and your smile made him giggle. ,,I deserve a kiss, don't I darling?" he loved to ask knowing she couldn't refuse her cute kahki pants and shirt wearing boyfriend.

°Who needs student parties, lonely beer times or anything else when they have you? You lead him into a well, slightly different world. Gone are the alone times in front of the computer, books and early bedtimes. He had you. You, on the other hand, took him to the drive-in movie theater where his hand kept running over yours while he had a crunchy bar in another one. He can't help but tell you fun facts about the movie and you roll your eyes in amusement as his mood suddenly changes when some of the moviegoers criticize the film. You can hear his screaming and he only calms down again with a surprised expression when your lips touch his. ,,My emotional mathematician tiger," you told him and saw his lips curl into a grin and a blush rise on his cheeks.

°You went out together in the evening and he insisted on going to a restaurant with you. He, the classic romantic, is of course always with a Crunchy bar with him. The two of you after the dinner date on which he had perhaps drunk a little too much wine he was nervous it was always a little true around you and it led to a relaxed sweet side of the blond. ,,You-you...youuuuu are soooo beautiful...soo prettyyyy," he slurred as he nestled his head lightly on your chest and began to count your heartbeat. It at least calmed him down and helped him come down from the alcohol.

°You maneuvered you too onto the bed, you couldn't get him off you but he loved it and you liked the way he mumbled praise the more tired he got. ,,You're so pretty...your heart beats in a symmetrical beat my darling" he murmured and his hand stroked through your hair as you smiled and took off his glasses and kissed him goodnight.

°However, he cannot separate himself from his darling even at night. No matter how much you twist and turn he stays snuggled up to you and you find out that he talks about math formulas in his sleep. Too cute. But he's a real blanket stealer and holds onto them with a strength you didn't expect from the math nerd.

°The morning starts with a hug, tea and pancakes. Pancakes he made himself while listening to a science lecture and telling you the latest gossip. The gossip he thinks is important and has picked up that he knows you'd like to have a laugh about in the morning.

°,,Does my lady have a math problem for me? A fact or...a crunchy bar?" he asked as he sat down next to you with a smile, sipping his tea and hugging his turquoise shirt to his body while his nightcap was still on his head. ,,I even have a kiss for you, my lord," she smiled and gave the already calculating man another kiss. From now on, every morning would be like this for the two of them.

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°Something you didn't know he had in him like his attachment would be his devotion to degradation. ,,My good girl will get full marks next time… isn't that right?" he asked his favorite as his long, shapely fingers snuck under his school skirt.

°He seemed to be a changed man when it came to revealing his inner self for every tease, look or misbehavior he takes out on you in one way or another. Not like the jocks who hit their girlfriends or the rich guys who played with everyone. No he was more sophisticated he played with her like a genius he enjoyed it.

°Which always starts with a simple hand on the thigh a hint. ,,You know what you have to do," he reminded her, leaning over as he saw that she was doing her homework all wrong. It was just homework and something like a game of cat and mouse developed between the two of them. For every wrong homework assignment, he pushed his fingers on her body, pulled her in his room and made her read the Math books while he fucked her into the mattress.

°For every math tiger attack from a boyfriend who was always watching her behind his sweet innocent gaze, the hug that lasted too long, him sucking in her scent, his lips whispering lewd words to her and leaving her with hot cheeks. she hit him back in her own way.

°She knew he adored her in every possible way, he was a pathetic desparet nerd after all.

°He was always watching her, his eyes were always on her. But above all, she always saw him licking his lips, adjusting his glasses and dropping his pencil when he saw her lingerie. Whether it was black, white, pink or purple, he loved to see his imagination run wild and before you got together he jerked off to every picture of you in that pretty lingerie. Tried to secretly take pictures to keep and not ruin them completely with his lust.

°But now it seemed like a callback to the time before you knew exactly how needy he was getting, forgetting to study and eating right out of your hand. An off-the-shoulder sweater with the straps of your bra showing, a short skirt that practically begged you to bend over and look underneath? There were scenarios for him to take advantage of all of them until it came to "studying" in the library. ,,Michael sweetie, tell me, what do you think of these?" he heard her quiet but sweet voice and looked up from his notebook in amazement.

°He saw how she had pulled up her skirt slightly and he had a perfect view of the dark red pantei, the tip of which nestled against her skin and she saw how he swallowed and looked around. But no one was there but them. ,,You want Mommy to do well on her exam, don't you?" she murmured, her hand sneaking onto his cheek, slowly taking his glasses off his nose, seeing him blink, but the pink on his cheeks let her know that the cute butterfly had been caught by the spider. ,,Yeah-anything for you, of course," he mumbled, his fantasy of having her for himself and giving her everything she wanted from him coming true thanks to his girlfriend.

°No sooner had he spoken than a pen suddenly fell to the floor and Michael disappeared under the large table and obediently, excitedly and aroused, went between her legs, kissing every inch of her. His fingers stroked the warm soft skin, kissing the birthmarks on the way to her center. He almost made a whimpering sound as her one hand placed itself on his head, playing a little with the strands of his hair while her shoe went down on his center. He was desperate just to please her, to give her everything so that she would continue to treat him like this, he didn't want to lose her, so he almost like a starving man didn't let go of her and took everything he got while his darling leaned back in the chair and praised him while he slowly began grinding against her leg like a lapdog. ,,Such a good boy-fuck for mommy".

°It didn't stop at just one time for each back and forth between the two of them, the other one made a point of making it stronger. Michael to fuck her harder, to moan the right answers straight to him. While she in return can just practically force him on his knees and use him like a toy and he would do anything for her just to get her sweet attention.

[creedslove]

Hello!! It's been a while since we read an HDC of Joel being a daddy. Imagine that reader has to go out to do some things and Joel stays at home with Sammy and it starts to rain very hard causing lightning and the little one gets very scared. Joel picks him up and cuddle him, rocking him to calm him down. Joel used to be sweeter to Sarah when she was little, he used to pamper his babygirl until she fell asleep, and now that he was spending time with Sammy he wanted to be the same with him so he comforted him and rubbed his little back and rubbed his little boy's hair, while the record player in the background plays. "Beautiful boy (Darling boy) by John Lennon".

Joel had nothing against being an affectionate man with a little boy, so to him he was his baby and he protected him when the lightning scared him and the power went out.

Take your time sweethearth ✨ I hope you're fine and happy. I love you so much! 💕💕💕



No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I love this idea very much bestie and the fact you sent me it while it was storming here made it even more special ❤️

• you and Joel hated when you had a weekend shift, but it was something eventually either of you had to face it, and that weekend, it was your turn, there was no other way

• Sammy also didn't like it, happiness to him was when both mommy and daddy were there with him to play and have fun, so he also had a cute pout on his lips - the same one Joel had and swore he didn't - when you said goodbye to them

• the heat that week was excruciating, high temperatures every single day, which was an indicator a storm could come at any moment

• and you and Joel were already concerned because you knew how scared of storms Sammy was, and it pained the two of you to see your precious baby boy so terrified of something simple

• you left Joel some instructions but it wasn't necessary at all, as your husband was so good to handle everything, including your son, he had a way of making everything alright again

• you pecked Joel's lips and hugged Sammy tight and went to work, and after that, the day went alright between father and son, Joel and Sammy played together, then he took a nap while Joel did some chores

• but it was when Joel was working in the backyard and the sky got darker while the first thunders were heard that Sammy jumped off bed scared and ran to his daddy

• he didn't know why he didn't like storms, but the day would always get so dark and the thunders were too loud for his little ears, the wind made the trees look so scary and he always needed his mommy and daddy with him

• when Joel felt small arms wrapping around his legs, he knew his son was scared; he lifted him up and carried him towards the house

"it's okay buddy, let's get inside"

• Joel said in his soothing voice just as a thunder roared in the sky which caused Sammy to hide his face in the crook of his daddy's neck

• he closed the door behind them and walked to the living room, in hopes of turning on the tv and finding a very colorful cartoon that would keep his son's attention, but much to his dismay, he noticed then they'd run out of power

• as the skies darkened and Joel couldn't turn on the lights, he suggested Sammy to have a nap together, which his son nodded and it broke Joel's heart to see the fear in his innocent face, so he decided to do the best he could in order to calm him down

• Sammy was the kind of kid to cling tighter than glue to him or you in case of fear, so he knew trying to cook him something was out of the picture, just like you, your son only worked with cuddles, which was adorable in Joel's opinion

• so he decided that maybe some music would distract his son from the loud noises of rain and going to his old record player, he decided to put on something to help them go through that

• as father and son sat on the couch, Sammy was all curled up to his daddy, almost like a tiny kitten would, so he couldn't resist pulling him closer, resting him against his chest just as when Sammy was a little baby

• his big hands ran up and down his small back, in a soothing caress, Joel's lips pecked the top of his son's head, feeling how soft his hair was especially now it was starting to curl like his own

• he cuddled Sammy, remembering how he used to do the same with Sarah when she was little, now his beautiful little girl was a beautiful woman and it both pained and excited him to know it would be just a matter of time until she turned him into a grandpa

• but he would always miss his little girl

• and that was why he made sure he would always be around for his little boy, because kids grew up so fast and before he could tell his baby became a toddler and that toddler needed him

• as his hands ran through Sammy's curls, he took a peek at his son's face and saw how hard he was fighting sleep; his daddy's presence was everything he needed

• when the storm finally passed and the sun shone in the sky again, he looked at his precious sleeping Sammy and sighed; he hated to see how bad storms made his son feel, but at the same time it comforted Joel to know Sammy would always look for his daddy for help

• Joel loved his son more than he could even describe and he hoped they would still have many moments like those ahead, where he would be able to fit him in an embrace and cuddle him until he was alright

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[lov3m3darling]

Apple of my Eye (Obsessed!Wally Darling x Short!Reader) Pt. 4

Another part! Idk how long this fic is gonna go on but I'm estimating maybe 10 parts? Not sure yet.

Anyway, on with the story!

!!!(TW: obsessive behaviors, jealousy, stalking, eye imagery)!!!

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Wally went home that night absolutely dazed and dizzy with love. Home even had to shove his chair underneath him before he fell a couple of times from not looking where he was walking.

He took off his jacket and loosened his tie before laying across the chair and sighing happily. Home creaked questioningly.

"Of course I'm alright, Home. I'm amazing, even..."

Home didn't say anything else, but Wally sat up in the chair and continued anyway.

"They're gorgeous, for starters! And they make just the most wonderful food...and their smile! Oh Home, I could stare at it all day..."

Home let out a long creak, sounding almost like a sigh. They were happy for Wally but jeez! You were all he talked about anymore!

"And did you know they like (fav hobby)? Doesn't that sound like fun? I wonder if they would show me how sometime..."

Wally laid there and talked about you all night, even long after Home had gone to sleep. What time he wasn't doing that, he was staring at the pictures you'd taken.

Later on, when you had kissed him goodnight, you tucked a copy of each photo into his jacket pocket. They were already up on the wall, in frames he had made himself from popsicle sticks and glue, painted to be your favorite colors.

But...that wasn't enough. No, the wall should be full of you! A whole wall of your marvelous self! His biggest art project yet!

And so, because Wally did not require sleep anyway, he stayed up to paint you.

Meanwhile, you were looking at the pictures too. You planned to go pick up some frames tomorrow, but in the meantime, they sat on your kitchen table next to the vase of flowers he'd brought.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so important and loved. Wally looked at you like you were some kind of divine being. An angel, perhaps.

And in his eyes, you very much were.

Wally hadn't realized it before, but prior to you moving in, he had been...well, depressed. Every day was the same old routine. Sure, his friends helped, but ultimately he couldn't seem to get out of the rut he'd found himself in.

Oh, but with you...he felt alive. He could never get bored of you. Life was exciting again!

In all his pondering, he realized he had painted himself into the picture with you. You sat on his lap smiling, much how you did in the picnic pictures. His arms were around your waist, and your face was slightly red.

He grinned.

"They're so cute when they're flustered~" he chuckled, taking the canvas off the easel and immediately replacing it with a fresh one.

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Yes...he would paint more...he had to...

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In your own house, you could not sleep. You were still just about floating from the afterglow of the date, yes, but there was something else as well. You felt like you were being...watched.

Every time you closed your eyes, you could feel someone looking at you, and you'd just end up sitting up in a panic and turning on the light.

Eventually, you were more frustrated than scared, and threw back the covers with an irritated groan.

Bedroom door shut? Check.

Nothing under the bed? Check.

Nothing in the closet? Check.

Curtains closed? Check.

"Okay...let's try this again, I guess"

You got cozy again and managed to close your eyes for all of five seconds before they sprang open yet again. You grabbed a pillow and screamed into it before standing up and going to the window. The curtains were closed, but that was the only way anyone could be looking at you, so you had to check.

Out of your frustration and tiredness, you threw the curtains open, only to find Home staring directly at you from across the way. You jumped a little and opened the window cautiously.

"Home? Can you hear me over there?" you called as quietly as you could manage.

Home's shutters waved at you.

"Why on earth are you staring at my house? Is something wrong?"

Suddenly, Wally appeared in the window and you quickly ducked under yours. You weren't sure why you were scared of Wally seeing you, but you did as instincts told you and stayed hidden; listening.

"Hoooome~? Who are you talking to, hm~?"

Home didn't respond, and Wally peered outside to see your window open.

"Oh~? Sleeping with the window open~? I bet they look adorable~ Maybe I should sneak over and check in on them~"

You started to panic. Wally didn't sound like his usual chipper self...and he was planning to come watch you sleep?? Creepy...

...

Wait...

You managed to jump up and dive into bed just before Wally made it to your window, and pretended to be asleep.

Wally sighed, hearts in his eyes as he watched you.

"Absolutely stunning~" he whispered to himself.

You heard a soft thud as Wally climbed in and made his way over to your bed. Your heart was racing but you tried to just focus on keeping your eyes closed and your breathing even.

Suddenly, there was soft felt on your cheek.

He caressed your face gently as he admired your sleeping form, and for some reason, you were immediately calm.

"You're perfect, (y/n). I've made up my mind...I'm going to marry you. Then you can be around all the time! You can move in!"

Marriage? He wanted to get married right away?

You...you didn't want...

...to wait either! Married life with Wally sounded marvelous!

You began to blissfully daydream about it all, until he withdrew his hand and left, making his way back Home.

His...you were his...

...hang on...

...MARRIAGE?!

You sat straight up in bed, staring wide-eyed at the window he had left from. What just happened? You felt like you were in some lovey-dovey trance that disappeared as soon as he was far enough away.

Of course you didn't want to get married so soon! What were you thinking?!

You realized now why Home was looking at you. They were trying to warn you that something wasn't right with Wally. He wasn't acting like himself anymore and he was messing with your head to make you love him more and more.

But...the trance was oddly calming, wasn't it..?

Without it, alone in your bedroom, you felt...lonely.

Somehow, despite being slightly afraid of him now, you wanted Wally to come back...

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SO.. that was kinda short and to be totally honest, it was not my best work. Not exactly my favorite chapter of this story tbh...

Also I'm sorry it took so long! I've been feeling kind of uninspired lately and I've also been pretty busy so I haven't had time to sit down and work on this. I may be a little slower from now on than I was when I first started but I do fully plan to keep writing this and probably other stuff too!

Aaaaanyway! Have a lovely day (or night...actually, it's night time here right now)

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[faux-ecrivain]

Part Two of Anon number 9’s request

———————————————————— Yan Neighbor; would be upset, while you stayed with him, you often kept him out of your nest and prevented him from helping make it. So, anytime you went to that nest, he would try anything to get you away from it and into his lap…or his room. It never worked, but he definitely tried. ———————————————————— Yan Emperor; He encourages your habits and even helps make your nest, although it does take a bit of convincing on his part. But, eventually, you relent and allow him to join you in your nest. Unfortunately, he takes this as an invitation to hold you, and now you’re stuck in his arms. You think his actions are embarrassing, and it makes you feel like he doesn’t respect you. Hence, why you keep kicking him out and no longer allow him in your nest. Of course, he takes advantage of your strange behavior and finds an excuse to keep you at his castle for quite some time. (Until you have to go back to war that is) ———————————————————— Yan Duke; adores you, he likes petting your fluffy ears and snuggling you in your nest. Although, such actions are few and far between, he only ever gets away with it when you’re asleep. He feels a bit bad when he’s petting you, you probably think he’s disrespectful to you. But he isn’t, really, he’s just so fascinated with your appearance, and he finds it a bit amusing that someone like you (meaning fuzzy ears) is a decorated war general. Not because he finds it impossible, but because he can image the astonishment/embarrassment your enemies must have felt upon being cut down by someone such as you. ———————————————————— 1950s Househusband; is frustrated and amused, he’s upset because you’ve abducted all his pretty little throw pillows, and he’s amused because your animalistic protection of your nest is so cute! Although, this cuteness of yours is quickly diminished because you refuse to return his throw pillows, you’re making a mess, and you growl at him if he gets too close. Which of course causes him to scold you sternly, and that straightens you out. But, he doesn’t take all your pillows, just the throw pillows that usually decorate the couch. Once he’s got his pillows back, your cuteness factor is back, and he decides to go easy on you for once. So, you get to spend the rest of the night in a comfy little bed, and he gets all his pretty throw pillows back. ———————————————————— Yan fickle ex-boyfriend; he doesn’t like animals, and he definitely doesn’t like thieves. Hence, when he finds out you stole his pillows, covers and basically anything comfortable to make a stupid nest, he gets upset and tries to get his stuff back. But, it’s a fruitless battle, and you have no intention of letting go of anything in your nest, so anytime he comes near you snarl and growl at him. After a few too many close calls, he relents and begrudgingly decides to just leave you alone. When you get back to normal, expect a confusing conversation that centers around blaming you for everything existing, and then a much more baffling conversation about which covers belong to whom. ———————————————————— Yan Darling; thinks you’re adorable and joins you in your nest, it doesn’t matter how much you fight him, he stays by your side and cuddles you all day. He just adores your fuzzy ears and your furry tail, he finds your fox attributes cute, and he takes numerous pictures of you. Occasionally, he’ll even bring you some comfier pillows and help adjust your nest. At first, you were reluctant to allow him. (He’s delusional, but he loves you) ———————————————————— Yan Fan of Supernatural; is fawning over it, like taking pictures and everything. He thinks that you have to be some sort of supernatural creature, he was disappointed to learn that you were just some strange fox hybrid. Still, you were cute and warm, so at the very least he cuddled you and assisted you with the nest. ———————————————————- (Also, I imagine that Arctic fox reader looks like one of those cat humans but with a fluffier white tail and fluffy white ears.)

[simpfordemetri]

The guards with a human mate that has a dont give a shit attitude and enjoys being a brat.

Alec

This men is feeling bold

Like at first he will be looking at you with a wtf face because how should he react to this

Because in all honestly you are getting him flustered and he doesnt know what to do with himself

Or with you

But then you were pushing your luck after a hard trial

And suddenly he pinned you against a wall on your way to your share room

His grip on you were almost too hard that you could swear your arm were hurting

His eyes went dark and a loud growl scape from his lips

After that he will literally guide you to your share room grabbing the back of your neck and treating you like if you were basically a pet

JANE

She is not getting any of your shit

So if you dont want her to be mad mad you better put yourself up,stop being a bitch and stay in your fucking share room without bothering her

Her words not mine

Like of course she wont use that language but you could swear even without being vulgar and without the swearing part it was even worst to hear

Because being a brat with her doesnt led to sex im sorry

She will be so pissed off because why dont you grow up and respect your own self

She will literally scold you and you might feel so embarrased of yourself tbh

DEMETRI

Its a 50/50 with him

There will be days where he loves how bratty you can get,and will makes sure to spoil you and let you get on his way

But if he is having a bad day and feeling brat himself i really hope you dont push his bottoms

He will literally humilliate you

In bed i mean

He isnt one for degrading you in bed as he incline more to praise you like a goddess/god

But if is one of those days you will end up saying your safe word because the things he will be saying would not even be sexy at the end

Basically punish you

FELIX

He just find it funny,like you are just too cute

Look at you pouting and acting like if you were literally dumb

Laughing at you and whenever he says how cute you are then you get even more mad and bratty

However its a kink for him in bed

Will be like a roleplay you know

He will literally beg you to be as bratty as you could cause it gets him going

So maybe you have to be a bit careful in public because he will literally would want to open your legs and eat the fuck out of you

And the throne room its not time and place,right darling?

HEIDI

Girl loves it

She will act bratty sometimes too when she is feeling needy so she can get what she wants from you

However she likes to make you impatient

Seeing you all flustered and blushing for her its something she will never forget

But she wants to hear your words

Why are acting like this Cara mia?

Cmon now dont be quiet,i cant help if you dont tell me huh?

Well now you have done it and she is purring all over you until you voice out what you actually want

[padfootagain]

Pet Names

Hi! Here is a request that was sent my way by @thenerdysimp : ‘And then I had a new idea just now where reader does a “TikTok prank” on Ben where she calls him by his full name. Man’s terrified and she starts to feel bad for scaring him😂’

So, here we go for this adorable idea! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written for it! Also you said ‘full name’, so I’m not just dropping the cute nickname I’m going ‘full name’… the poor man…

I hope you like this cute oneshot! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: Some tooth-rotting fluff! Also… the ending turned a sexy even if there is no nsfw stuff, but the flirt is getting out of hand… (don’t know what happened to me with that last sentence but…)

Summary: You find this popular prank on Tik Tok and decide to try it on Ben. But when you call him by his full name instead of your usual adorable pet names, he panics more than anticipating, and it kind of backfires.

Word Count: 1859

Ben Barnes Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You laugh at the video on your phone, and a sting of guilt shoots through your body because… well… it is more than time to get up from the warmth of your bed and actually be productive, but then again…

You decide that one more short video will not kill you, so you stay on Tik Tok for one more.

It’s the same trend again that’s been going on for a few days on the app now: calling your significant other by their name in order to see their reaction. And you find it hilarious. Some are cute about it, some are straight up moody or even angry.

You wonder how Ben would react to that, though…

You don’t reckon that he would get angry, he is too calm and too nice for that. Confused? Yes, definitely, he would get confused, maybe even a little worried. Actually, you’re so curious about it that you’re considering pulling this prank on him.

He’s not the kind to be petty, but he will get back at you if you prank him, so you need to weigh your options. The last time you made fun of him for being taller than you, he hid your favourite snacks on the top shelf for three days…

Still, you reckon this one is rather innocent, so you decide to try it on Ben.

He’ll soon be home, he went for an early run this morning before getting some work done as he is getting ready to leave to shoot a new project in a couple of days. So, you finally get up, take a shower before he arrives and decide to wait for him on the couch, grabbing the book you’re currently reading.

You hear the key turning in the lock first, then you hear fumbling with the doorknob, and finally you hear him whistling as he steps inside your home. You hear his keys being dropped in their bowl by the door, the sound of his shoes dropping to the floor, and finally his footsteps crossing the hall. He grins as he sees you on the sofa, looking comfy and rather adorable in one of his jumpers, some sweatpants and buried under a heavy blanket.

“Hi, darling!” he chimes, hurrying towards you and you can’t refrain the smile that forms on your lips in response to his happy voice.

“Hi!”

He bends to drop a sweet kiss on your lips, but you wriggle your nose when he pulls away.

“You’re all sweaty!” you complain, making him laugh.

“True. It was a good run, though. I’m going to take a shower, I reckon I need one.”

He moves towards the bathroom, but spins around after a couple of steps, and strides towards the kitchen instead.

“Water first,” he explains at the sight of your amused frown, before disappearing in the kitchen. “Do you want some, darling?”

“Oh, yes! Thanks, Ben.”

You wait for his reaction, but you hear nothing. From your peripheral vision, you catch him peering at you from the kitchen. He frowns hard, completely puzzled, and you struggle not to let out a bright laugh.

But he shakes his head, and resumes his activity in the kitchen. A minute later, he’s bringing you your glass of fresh water.

He’s still not reacting to your prank though, so you decide to push it a little further.

“Thank you, Benjamin.”

You see him visibly tensing as you take your drink, raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

“Wow… I must really be in trouble,” he says, crossing his arms and tilting his head a little to the side. “Why on earth would you call me that?”

His voice is perfectly calm though, soothing even. You struggle not to laugh at the confused expression that paints itself over his features.

“Nothing,” you answer, but he’s not buying it.

“If it’s about the last jaffa cake that disappeared last night, it wasn’t me.”

“No?”

“It was my doppelganger.”

 “Really?”

“Hmm… Jaffa cakes are his favourite, it’s not his fault, really…”

“I see…”

But you keep on staring sternly at him, and Ben grows more and more confused and anxious at the sight.

He frowns, humour gone from his voice when he speaks once more.

“Seriously, though… what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“What do you mean ‘nothing’? You’ve never called me that before, what’s going on?”

“I’ve just used your name!”

But his frown deepens, he blinks several times, completely at a loss.

“Why would you call me that? No one calls me Benjamin. Except for my parents when they want to ground me.”

“Aren’t you a little old to be grounded?”

“You can never know with them.”

You chuckle, but Ben grows worried now, and your amusement starts feeling a lot like guilt.

He sits down next to you and takes your hand in his, enlacing your fingers together.

“What’s wrong? What did I do? I’ve done something terrible, haven’t I?”

“No, of course not…”

“I have… are you… how bad is it?”

“Nothing is wrong, I’m sorry…”

“You’ve never called me ‘Benjamin’. Ever. And you haven’t called me ‘Ben’ in like… two years!”

But you take his face in your hands to shush him, a soothing smile on your lips now.

“There’s nothing wrong! It was just a joke.”

He deeply frowns again.

“What?”

“I just saw this trend on Tik Tok, where you’re supposed to call your significant other by their name to see their reaction, and I just wanted to try it on you. It’s just a joke!”

You’re giggling now, but Ben is still frowning.

“It’s a joke?” he asks again, just to make sure. “So… you’re not mad at me, right?”

“No, of course not, honey!”

You see him relaxing next to you, shaking his head at you now, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Benjamin… really?” he asks, teasing back in his voice.

“You didn’t say anything at ‘Ben’! I had to up my game!”

“I thought you wanted to murder me or something!”

“Murder you?” you asked, laughing brightly now.

“I would actually expect you to murder me before calling me Benjamin.”

You both laugh at that.

“Don’t ever call me that again, by the way.”

“I could do worse.”

“Could you?” he snorts.

You stare at him, dead serious.

“Benjamin. Thomas. Barnes.”

You remain still for a moment, before both of you would explode with laughter.

“You’re right, it’s worse!” Ben complains, still laughing, as he stands from the couch to finally head for a shower. “Careful, or I’ll hug you while still covered with sweat.”

“Gross.”

He takes off his black t-shirt and throws it at you, making you laugh harder as you dive to avoid the dirty piece of clothing.

“You’re disgusting!”

But you hear him laughing, as he turns to look at you pushing his t-shirt away, leaning against the doorframe. And it is quite infuriating how handsome he looks like this, dishevelled, and sweaty, and you can’t help but stare at his exposed chest…

“I reckon that was a very petty vengeance,” you narrow your eyes at him as he starts chuckling again, a smug smile on his lips.

“I think you like the view, though.”

“Not at all…”

“Really?”

“Maybe a little bit.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He buries his hands in the pockets of his dark pair of shorts.

“Now, give me one of my usual pet names, please, my darling,” he goes on, his voice more tender now.

“I don’t know which one you’re talking about…”

“Any will do.”

“What do I usually call you again?”

“Hmm… let’s see…” he plays along, looking up as if searching through his memories. “There’s the classic ‘baby’, then there’s ‘love’… I’m very fond of ‘darling’, not gonna lie. ‘Honey’, ‘babe’, ‘honey bun’, ‘handsome’, and of course there’s ‘sweetheart’, and ‘sweetie’…”

“You’ve got many!”

“Hmm… you’re more creative than I am with these, I have to say. I usually keep with ‘darling’, or ‘love’, or ‘sweetheart’… right?”

“You call me ‘beautiful’ a lot, too.”

“That’s because you’re hot.”

You both laugh at that, even if the glimmer in Ben’s eyes tells you he’s not really teasing.

“Come on! Call me something proper, now!” Ben insists, and you nod.

“Alright, alright… that’s enough teasing.”

“Exactly!”

You stare intensely at him, and he waits patiently while you make up your mind. He’s expectant when he sees you opening your mouth to speak.

“Thomas.”

He lets out a frustrated cry.

“That’s even worse! No! It sounds like you’re calling my father!”

He shudders, and you double over with laughter.

“Stop laughing! That’s disgusting!”

“You should see your face!” you laugh, your stomach painful by now.

“You’re going to pay for this!” Ben warns you, and even though there’s a smile tugging at his lips again, you know he’s serious still. “You’ll have to make me forgive you for that.”

“Alright, alright… I’m sorry, that was going a little too far.”

“Indeed! Now, call me a sweet name or else…”

“Or else…”

“I’ll make sure you’re forgiven.”

You raise a surprised eyebrow.

“And how are you going to do that?”

He shoots you a bright grin.

“Oh, you’ll like that, don’t worry.”

“Will I?”

He nods with confidence, almost cocky.

“Someone’s a little full of himself over there…” you tease, but Ben merely shrugs.

“Realistic, rather.”

“Alright, anyway, I’m going to call you a cute name now, don’t worry.”

“I’m all ears.”

You grin at him, full of mischief, when you speak again.

“BENJAMIN!”

“You little minx!”

The next second you’ve jumped off the couch as Ben is sprinting towards you, running after you through your apartment, both of you laughing like crazy.

“Come back here!”

“No!”

He’s got you cornered after less than a minute, your back to the wall, and giggling like crazy.

“Now, baby, I call for a parlay,” you negotiate, but Ben is not fooled.

“Absolutely not.”

“Don’t tickle me. Please, don’t tickle me…”

“I’m not going to tickle you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

You lower your guard a little, tilting your head.

“Kisses?” you offer as a truce, and Ben has to admit he’s tempted, but then a devilish grin spreads over his lips.

“I got better than kisses planned, darling.”

The next second, he’s bent down to pick you up on his shoulder, carrying you like a bag of potatoes across the apartment, striding towards the bathroom.

“Baby! Stop it! Put me down!”

But he doesn’t listen to you.

“Ben! Stop!” you laugh, swatting his naked back.

“And here is my name again…”

“Honey!”

“Too late!”

He steps into the bathroom, opens the door to the bathroom, and gently puts you down in the shower.

“I’ve already taken a shower!” you tell him with a frown. “You’re the one who needs one!”

But when his gaze turns more intense, you instantly fall silent, finally understanding his devilish plan.

He’s already stripping when he finally answers, his eyes still staring deep into your soul, and his smile has turned much more dangerous now…

“I know,” he nods, voice deep and husky now, terribly tempting. “But then again, if you’re so eager to say my name, why not moan it instead?”

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Taglist: @reg-arcturus-black @wolfmoonmusic @sergeantbuckybarnes

[onmydelulushitasalways]

the marauders with a nurse reader

Characters: James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Synopsis: The Marauders have a tendency to get into trouble, and consequently getting hurt. They’re well acquainted with the matron of the hospital wing. What they weren’t acquainted with was you - the matron’s new assistant

James Potter

James had been knocked off his broom by a foul-sport Slytherin during his latest quidditch match. His broken bones were quickly mended, but the severe concussion he faced left him in the hospital wing for a week.

Not that he was complaining with the cute [your Hogwarts house] student working there.

James tried to be sly, like Sirius had taught him. He tried to flirt and wink and make you blush. But the way his heart monitor picked up in pace whenever you were around gave him away.

“You’re burning up, James,” you frowned, sat on his hospital bed, feeling his forehead.

“I feel fine,” the Potter tried to come off smoothly, but his voice was breathy and lovestruck.

“You’re all red, Potter. I think I better call Madam -“

“No!” he cried out all too desperately. “I mean, no. No, you don’t need to do that. I’m alright. Just stay here with me. That’s all I need.”

“Smooth, Potter. And clever too. But your glasses are fogging up,” you smiled as you went to go get him some water.

Once you were safely out of sight, James raced to clean his glasses. He wasn’t nearly as clever as he thought he was.

Remus Lupin

During the last full moon, Remus had gotten a bit scratched up. He considered hiding his injuries, but the risk of an infection caused Remus to head to the matron. Consequently, spending three days in the hospital wing.

His friends kept him company, but when they couldn’t, he had you. A sweet and curious [your Hogwarts house] who would sit on the edge of his bed and talk to him.

“So how did you get these scratches?” you inquired as you rubbed disinfectant on the decently fresh wounds.

“It’s a secret, I’m afraid,” he sighed.

“Trying to avoid a detention? I won’t tell on you, I swear!”

“No, I believe you. I just… I can’t say. I’d rather discuss something else. How about you?”

“Me? Well I work in the hospital wing for extra credit. But I also just like seeing the patients,” you shrugged.

“Do you like seeing me?” The moment the words left his mouth, Remus wanted to take it back. He sounded like Sirius, flirting with you. He hoped he didn’t come off too forward. He hoped he didn’t make you uncomfortable.

“Yes. Yes, I like seeing you.”

Remus warmed up. He suddenly became very aware of the way your hands massaged the disinfectant into his scratches so gently.

“I like seeing you too,” he mumbled.

Sirius Black

“I’m dying over here, darling!” A dramatic Sirius whined from his hospital bed. “I require attention! Assistance! Affection!”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t’ve gotten into a duel with a Ravenclaw. She hexed you into next term!”

“I’m skilled in other ways, love. Believe me.”

“Oh, I do, Black. But I’m not your love, or your darling, or your sweetheart, or your baby, honey, princess. If you want attention, go find some groupie. Otherwise, I’ll go find that Ravenclaw.”

“Ouch. What’d I do wrong?” Sirius feigned hurt.

“You’re annoying,” you stated bluntly.

“Egad!” Sirius clutched his heart in mock agony. “If I’m so annoying, why don’t you just heal me already? Then I’ll be out of your hair!”

“It isn’t that simple, Black,” you sighed, as you started ruffling through a nearby drawer.

“Or is it maybe that you just enjoy my company? Maybe even like me?”

“Don’t be delusional. I only hang out with you because it is my job to look after patients.”

“If that’s what you say, love. But things would go by a lot quicker if you just gave me all your attention and got me out of here.”

“You’re messing with me. I either ignore you, and you stay here. Or I get you out of here by giving you all my attention. You win in both cases!”

“Yes, well, that is because even though you might not like me, I like you.”

“I’m sure you say that to plenty of girls. You probably said that to the Ravenclaw who put you here!”

“True. But with you, I mean it.”

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Yandere Vampire Lesbian x Reader

CW: NSFW, Yandere themes, Female reader, Blood

Note: I love girls (vampire's name is Fiona ^^)

You were a humble gardener for the nobles, she was a distant watcher in the shadows. Her skin was so pale and sensitive to the light you indulged in, and yet she couldn't help but risk it all to see you. Sun kissed skin that was spotted with freckles. How soft would it be to her touch? To her teeth? Don't think you could get away with that scent of blood that came from your open cuts.

Fiona kept pacing the floor time and time again. If she simply indulged herself by taking you, surely you'd despise her for taking you away from the sun. She can't just keep watch of you outside in daylight! There's way too much shadow here, and going elsewhere would just open up an opportunity for your escape.

One night, she snuck right to your window and watched as you slept peacefully. Fiona's hunger yearns to pierce your veins, but her love wanted nothing more than to stroke your hair. Just the thought of seeing you so vulnerable... It was embarrassing to admit, but she was working herself up just thinking about it.

She couldn't take it anymore!

Sliding the window open, Fiona slips herself in and prepares what she can for her crime of passion. Ties you right up with what she can and keeps you sleeping the entire time. The hardest part came when she was carrying you out and had to evade the dogs that chase her down the street. After all, turning into a bat or feline would mean she couldn't carry you...

"Miss Mildred...?" You groan and sit up from the plush bed. Mildred, your main boss, usually kept you holed up in her spare bedroom until your job began. But this isn't the harsh straw bed... This felt like... "Wool? That can't be..." Wool is far too valuable for Mildred to gift you! She would never wrap you in this... Room.

"Darling! You're awake!" A pale skinned, white haired woman stands in the doorway. Purple eyes glinting with excitement and enlarged fangs poking from her mouth. Wait- fangs?!

"Darling?! Just where-" Fiona holds a finger to her mouth, glaring at you playfully to quiet down. "Hush now, you don't want to disturb the sheets. We'll make them messy together!"

"Ma'am..." You shift yourself backwards on the bed, looking down to discover one of your arms are chained to the bed. "I think you've got the wrong girl! Please, I haven't done anything!"

"Shhh, calm down... I'm not going to hurt you, my love. I wouldn't dare feed on someone so soft hearted without their permission." Fiona leans down to crawl onto the bed. It's only when she's leaning over you that you realize how TALL she is. Not just above average, but a staggering six feet of vampire. Not to mention some of the toned muscles that poked through the exposing parts of her black dress.

Her pale hand came to grip your face, "I've got just the gardener I want. Those stunning eyes are so beautiful up close, darling. Mind if I get a taste of you?" Her grip makes it hard to even speak, but some part of you was curious what would happen if you went along. Your somewhat relaxed posture invites her to place a soft kiss to your lips. "Divine..."

Purple eyes flicker below towards your tight button up shirt. She can see every lovely detail and outline of your body. Would the rest of you stay as smooth as your lips? Or would it be a fun adventure for her fingers to glide along? Fiona's body shivered at the thought.

"I can just smell your excitement, my dear. You've got to give me the whole experience!"

Her voice is so exciting and alluring. You can't even find the words to say yes or no. Nimble fingers slip off your shirt one by one until you're fully exposed to her. All that's left now is your cute little bra, to which she first teases you by rubbing your breast gently through it. "So cute..." Fiona whispers to herself, her other hand reaching to get your bra undone.

"I-I don't even know your name..." This is all you can muster, but it does stop Fiona from undressing you for a moment to look up into your eyes. "Does it truly matter, my love? I know all about you... Your own name, your job, and even your pets! Forget what you need to know, you'll find out once I've had my fill."

With that, she throws your bra right to the side and keeps one hand on one of your breasts. Of course she wanted to keep pleasing you, but it's hard not to indulge in your flavor! To not just leave you a complete mess! Your body squirms and twists as her other hand reaches below to feel you through your panties. Miss Mildred always made sure to keep you in skirts whether you liked it or not. Now, it just serves as an easy access for this horny vampire.

"Do you want this, my dear? Say the word and I'll make it happen." Her movements pause for a moment to let you answer. On one hand, this strange lady kidnapped you and is now insisting you let her please you. On the other... "Please..." Your voice is weak and unsure, to which she takes the hand from your breast and holds your face close to hers. "Please what?" "I... I want you to..."

"Want me to?"

"Want you to k-keep going...!"

"Perfect."

It's not even a second later and she's got your panties thrown to the side. Her hands now push your thighs aside to push her head in-between them. A skilled tongue now pressing on your clit first to get you soaked. Your words start to mumble off from making some sense to no sense. Your body weakly shivers for her every touch and move.

Fangs lightly graze the outside as her tongue presses inside. God, you're amazing to taste! Enhanced by the fact that your period must be coming soon. A subtle iron taste indicates such. Now her little session is less about pleasing you and moreso feeding her undying hunger for you. Fangs digging in a little to keep you from moving away while her tongue lapped at anything she could get. Arousal, mostly, but maybe hints of the blood that she could taste. Your sweet noises of guilty pleasure only drove her harder and harder to eat you out until your pussy was a clean plate.

"M-miss, please!" You practically scream, shaking and shuddering towards that familiar feeling. She knows damn well you're getting close, but she doesn't care. Fiona's pure hunger ravages you for any more taste. It's only until a little after your last cry of pleasure and rush of liquids that she slows down to lap up what comes out. The proud vampire lifts up from between your legs with a large smile, licking her fangs.

"My darling, your taste is stunning! You're so adorable~" She sits up to pinch your cheek, proud to see you a blushing mess. "Promise me you'll give me a taste tomorrow..."

[fyodior]

hello flora, m anon here. how are you doing?

the age play drabbles you wrote had me FROTHING AT THE MOUTH AAHAJVAOVNIOANVIOAVGIOAENGV M CLAPPING MY HANDS LIKE A JOLLY VICTORIAN CHILD. but anyways... it fit so well with mama!dazai i just COULDNT. STOP. DROOLING. OH. MY. GOODNESS.

not only would he have you refer to him as 'mama' in public, but i would NOT put it above him to start taking his role of mama a bit more... to heart.

like i can totally see him not really cooking(as we all know how hes too good for the kitchen) but maybe starting with something small... a glass of milk for you whenever youre down or about to head to bed.

of course, at first you give him a suspicious side eye. but;

"oh? why wouldn't i help mama's baby get ready for bed?"

he knows just how to make you flush and squeak with just those two little words. and so. you take the milk.

its good. warm. smooth. and obviously sends you to sleep with osamu in half the time it usually takes.

over the next weeks, the glasses transition into mugs, which turn into sippy cups that youre getting far too sleepy to fully poke fun at or question.

after all, its not just the milk hes pampering you with.

the handholding in public, the whispers to stay close to him, the cooing kisses on the couch...

theyre all enough to make you feel smaller and smaller and smaller. in the best way possible.

youre already lying in bed, tummy missing its favorite drink, when your brown-haired lover steps into the dimly-lit room with a jolly hum. after all, youre so cute when youre all wrapped up in your futon -- gnawing at the blankets whenever hes not around to coddle you.

"baby?"

"uuhn."

late at night, with only osamu and nothing else in the world to stir you back to rationality; everything feels so much softer. so much safer. so much easier.

"mama's got you your milk. it seems like you were just a bit too tired to come get it yourself, huh?"

your favorite edge of the futon blanket is getting soggier and stickier the more you absently chew.

"mm... sorry, mama."

"ah, ah, ah! wrong words, darling. what did mama teach you to say instead?"

the futon dips with the weight of your caretaker. your protector. your nurturer.

"thank you."

"thank you, what?"

your eyes flutter up to just barely catch ahold of his own chocolatey ones. twinkling in the darkness as the warmth of your bedtime drink approaches.

"thank you, mama."

lukewarm fingers wind their way through your hair. it reminds you of how he brushes it every morning. teasing and giggling at your stories of whatever dreams you had tat night. but always, always, always gentle.

"good baby. now, can you open wide for mommy?"

of course, your lips part with a wet sound. the futon corner now disregarded and lying soggy and cold.

"good baby."

a funny, soft, squishy material finds its way between your teeth's front rows. its not hard like the mugs your osamu used to give you. but also far easier to gnaw on than the sippy cups you were used to.

brown eyes locked onto every twitch of your face. eager ears perked for any little noises you would make. and of course, his grip was always gentle while holding your head up to drink.

"... mnh."

sweet, silky, and soothing hot milk pooled in your mouth as you began to suck. slowly, hesitant at first. but as the first few gulps went down, and as your mommy cooed a breathy; "there we go, baby..."

everything melted away.

sucking, gulping, and occasionally gnawing on the rubber nipple had become your new favorite drink. and you were sure he knew it too.

rustles of fabric rippled your mind languidly. the crickets outside were a melody in the back of your head. and as you just kept on nursing and drinking and whining for more whenever mommy's hands shifted just a bit -- you hardly even realized when the bottle was empty. with how glossy and laden your eyes had become after all, it was no surprise that you were still totally entranced.

"all done, baby?"

another whine fell from your lips. louder now, since the nub had slipped out of your mouth.

you wanted more.

shushes and hums circled overhead as the brunette fully crawled into bed with you, his lanky body just shy of being entirely laden atop yours.

"n-noo! gnooo...!"

but seeing as it didn't work, he opted for another way to make you stop crying.

warm lips pressed tenderly against yours.

pulses of electricity rippled through your entire head. your entire body. everything. it was so hot, like you were about to explode --

just as you were about to start whimpering again, a faintly familiar sensation tickled the bridge of your lips. once. twice.

"nnh."

and on the third time, they pushed through.

lukewarm hands were beginning to easily heat up under the sheer feverish heat of your head now. still forever entangled in your locks as his tongue swam greedily over the pliant pink of your own.

overwhelmed, overstimulated, and oblivious to everything else -- you fell limp. only whining and whimpering with the shuddering waves of fuzzy happiness mommy was giving you with every prod of his tongue.

at least you weren't crying anymore.

wasn't your mama the best?

i….. oh…. my GAAAWWDDDDDDDDDDD WHAT THE HELL !!!!! i’m like. on the floor over this holy SHIT

i LOVE the concept of him slowly warming you up to the idea of him babying you and taking on that mama role, because just shoving a bottle in your mouth wouldn’t have gone well. he had to be strategic about it which is SO dazai. starting with the glass to the mug to the sippy cup to finally the bottle is actually genius. also how he brushes your hair every morning is so sweet and gentle i AGGHHHHHH

the gnawing at the corner of the blanket…. falling into that little mindset like dazai taught you to do so as you so anxiously wait for mama’s return… PERFECT

of course you’re still lovers though, and osamu can’t keep himself from kissing you silly, especially when he sees you in such a fragile state so desperate for love and comfort. it’s just how mama shows his love!!!!

all of the dialogue in this literally had me on the floor this was so wonderful and perfect and delicious i need so much more of mama dazai he’s so … why is the concept of a man being referred to as mama/mommy so sexy i can’t understand but MMMMMMMMMM wow. THANK YOU!!!!!!

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Help

I can't find the art, but I saw Batstarion round like a jelly donut and wrote about it. You're welcome? SFW.

“Darling…help…”

Agnetha hurried as fast as she could in her condition (seven months along) to where she heard her husband in his bat form in his home studio. “Love, I’ll be right there!” When she entered the studio, she let out a small scream.

“I think…I overdid it…perhaps made…a terrible mistake…”

“Astarion!” She shrieked and picked him up gently in her hands. “What the—”

“You see,” he squeaked. That almost sounded like a moan. Oh dear. “I found some fat little mice and decided to take care of that rodent problem. Normally, it wouldn’t be so bad, but I…well, forgot I’m in this form. Hence, this.”

Her mouth moved for several seconds but no words escaped her. Then she nearly shouted, “How the fuck do you forget you’re a bat? How? How does that happen? That’s like if I forgot I’m pregnant. Astarion, you mad man!” She laughed and kissed his cute little head. Awww, his little ears are twitching. “You mad, mad man.”

“If I am mad, madam, I am mad about you.” He teased and doing a little bat smirk. Awwww he’s so cute I wanna squish him. Oh wait, nope. Don’t do that. “Ha! Now, I wonder what I will happen if I change back…”

She raised an eyebrow. “That is an interesting question. Do you want me to bring you to our room, put you on the bed, and then you do it?”

“Yes…let’s try, darling.”

After she placed him on his side of their bed, he changed back to his elf form---hair disheveled, expression soft, and beckoning her to lay down with him. “I think there might’ve been more mice than I thought, because I am quite full.”

It took a moment, but I am laying down…and don’t want to get up again for a bit. One of her hands reached for his and squeezed. “You didn’t have to kill the mice. I could’ve gotten poison or something—” You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to eat vermin anymore. I made sure you don’t, because I love you, and once our baby is born, you can feed from me again instead of beef and pork blood from the butcher.

He let go of her hand and put a finger to her lips. “Shh. It was my choice, darling. It makes it easier, especially for you. One less thing for you to deal with.” His hand traveled down to her belly. “You need to rest.” His gaze softened further (I can’t say no to his face. I can’t. I’m sorry but I can’t.) as he scooched closer to her. “Let’s stay here a while, sweetness. Let’s stay right here, and I’ll watch over you both. How does that sound?”

Why do I always blush so much when he uses his soft voice on me? WHY?!?!?!? I just…can’t say no to him. She closed her eyes, feeling more tired than she originally thought. “Yeah, sounds good, love. You rest too, okay?” He works long hours. He’s taken on more at home in the past month or so. He’s not getting my blood, so he’s not as satisfied as he normally is, not as sharp, and I wish I could just give him what he needs—

He chuckled. “Even without tadpoles, I can hear you thinking, darling.”

She opened an eye and pouted.

“What is going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Opening her other eye, she sighed. “I feel like if I was still feeding you then you wouldn’t have gone after the mice.” It’s stupid. It’s so stupid. But I can’t help but feel awful.

He let out an annoyed huff. “Did you not hear me earlier? I said it was easier to have me drain them dry than having you get someone in here to take care of them or getting poison or whatever you would’ve done.” His gaze went towards her swollen belly. “I made that choice. It wasn’t being forced on me, my love.”

“I know.” She reached for his chin and tilted it up so she could look at him properly. He’s so beautiful. I still can’t believe he loves me. Wants to be with me. He could’ve had anyone, and he chose me. “I love you.” She laid a hand over his. I love you. I love you. I love you.

“I love you too, my darling girl. Rest now…” Upon seeing his wife try and fail to stifle a yawn, he laughed softly and rubbed her growing belly. “My poor little butter bun.”

“Sorry love,” her brown eyes fluttered closed as she exhaled. “Now that I’m in bed I feel so tired all of a sudden…” Probably because I’m literally growing a dhampir inside me. “Probably” doing a lot of work there, Agi.

He hummed, his hand on her belly now squeezing her fingers gently. “It’s alright, sweetness. Just rest. I’ll be here when you wake—”

Say it.

“I’ll always be here, my love.”

Me too, Star…I’ll find a way…I will…You’ll never be alone…

[harrietbarnesblog]

Prompt list; 4, 18- fluff w/ lee know

I'll take care of you.

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pairing: lee know x reader. warning: fluff, period, crying and a little bit of angst. a/n: the prompt was “you cancelled plans for me?” and “Oh my god you never told me you could cook” and I came up with whatever I can think of. I hope you guys like this.

You got your periods yesterday and were having the most painful that you have ever experienced now. You were curled up on your sofa and haven't gotten up for anything except to use the restroom and drink water. You skipped your breakfast as you didn't feel like cooking. Your phone which was on the table rang. It was your boyfriend Minho. You picked it up.

“Hello, sunshine.” he said.

“Hi.” you said grumply.

“What happened? Are you fine?”

“It's nothing, I'm fine. Didn't you say you were gonna hang out with jisung today?” you asked about changing the topic.

“Yeah I am. I just wanted to check up on you before I leave.”

“I'm doing awesome. You stop worrying about me and enjoy your day with Han.”

“Okay, bye. I love you.”

“I love you too.” you said and hung up the call.

You threw your phone near your leg on the couch. You fell asleep somehow. Few minutes later someone rang your doorbell disturbing your sleep.

“Who the fuck is that?” you muttered to yourself. But got up and went to the door. It was Lee Know waiting patiently for you.

“Darling, are you alright? You didn't sound very good on the call so I came over.” he explained as soon as you opened the door.

“You didn't have it.” a sharp pain erupted in your stomach making hiss in pain.

“Obviously you are not fine, sunshine.” he said. He grabbed your hand and led you in closing the door behind.

“But what about your plans?” you asked.

“I cancelled them.”

“You cancelled plans for me?” you felt emotional over it and started crying over it.

“Yes I did. Oh my god, why are you crying now?”

“Because you cancelled your plans for me. Just for me. That's so cute. My stomach hurts so much. I had periods yesterday and nothing feels good.”

“Awww it's gonna be alright. Did you eat anything?”

“No.” you said, wiping away your tears.

“Come on. I'm gonna take care of you." He led you to your bedroom and helped you get into your bed.”stay here okay? I'll be back.”

You nodded your head.

He headed straight to the kitchen and got his hands on whatever ingredients he could find. He managed to cook your favourite food along with some vegetable soup. He arranged them in a trap and slowly brought them to you.

You were in awe of his act of service. You fall in love with him more and more as each day passes. He sat on the bed and placed the trap on the bedside table. He helped you get up and sit straight. He took the bowl of soup and fed it to you. He even slowly blew to cool it down so it won't be too hot for you to eat. The taste was so good and you didn't know he knew how to cook.

“Oh my god, you never told me you could cook. This is so good.”

He didn't say anything, he just laughed it off.

“There are a lot of things you don't know about me, and I intend on letting you know each and everything about me, y/n.” he said.

“You are so sweet.”

“Don't start crying again, please.” he said, wiping away the few tears that fell from your eyes.

He fed the whole soup and then the food. He washed the dishes after that and cuddled with you until you fell asleep. He was the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. Usually, he would never show his soft side to anyone but with you he was always so sweet and kind.

“You are just so cute.”