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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Baby Fever

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You love watching Joel adapt to being a dad so effortlessly. You make it your mission tonight to give him another baby, whether he wants to or not.

Warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, ovulating reader, dubish-con for Joel but he ain't complainin', cum eating, ball sucking, oral both male and female receiving, cowgirl / riding, missionary, rough sex, dom! reader, slight sub!Joel if you squint, mentions of condoms (wow rare one for me huh--no plz wrap it up), Daddy kink

18+ ONLY

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It’s probably the first time Joel has absolutely no care for Sunday night football. Instead, you watch with heart eyes as he lies against the opposite couch, head propped only by a pillow. He’s exhausted today. Grunting when he finally collapsed on the couch, sighing heavily as his joints ached and cracked. His eyes are puffy, near closed and fighting sleep. It’s been a restless 7 months for him just as much as you.

Meanwhile, wide eyed, giggly , and conveniently 7-month-old Sarah has become obsessed with Daddy Miller now. She sits in her diaper on Joel’s chest, watching him with admiration. A big curious smile plastered on her face as she bounces and slaps his face with her uncoordinated hands.

They’re just looking at one another, in their own world. She brings a fat bitty palm on his cheek, watching the way it smushes his whiskered skin each time she rubs. Almost about to giggle with fascination, she instead decides to adjusts herself hunched over his face. Joel chuckles with her. He makes pouty fish faces, and she bursts into laughter each time.

You watch as her little finger hooks into his mouth. “Ow!” He says softly, faking pain. She laughs again and smashes her cheek onto his scruffy beard. Sitting back again, she just looks down in awe.

Your heart could burst right now. They pay no attention to you in the room, but you could watch them all night if you could. A gentle, heartwarming thrum tugs at your chest.

This. This is what it’s all about. This is what your mom meant all those years. You would never have understood her words about family, about love, about the greatest moments of your life being the smallest, simplest ones too, like sitting in the living room together quietly.

And Joel—Joel being so incredibly perfect like this. He’s graying and his grouchy and he’s got bags under his eyes, but this moment makes him the perfect husband. The perfect father. The perfect person you could see every morning and fall in love with every time. It makes your body jittery with excitement on impulse now.

Sarah knee’s forward a little too much, her chunky knee falling onto Joel’s jugular. She laughs loudly as he chokes, his hands coming to grasp her securely from falling. Her bum scootches back on Joel’s chest as she sits up, patting his eyes affectionately. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles and blows kisses to her.

The baby bares her gummy mouth and tiny teeth back. She pets his cheek gently, watching him closely. Her little eyes working over every detail, almost like she’s etching him to memory. The different colors and textures, features like the point of his knows and the crinkle of his forehead. Her big head falls forward, forehead bumping his eye again.

You laugh as Joel squints. Unfortunate for him, she props herself on a wiggly ankle and then completely launches her whole body over his face. Joel yelps from below and starts blowing air into her belly, making farting noises as she erupts into a fit of loud squeals and wiggles. The squirmy wormy fat belly keeps getting gobbled up by Joel’s playful eating. He lifts her like she weighs nothing, because truthfully she does, and sets her bum back on his chest.

Little Sarah can’t be kept away from Daddy for long, and she immediately hunches over his head again and stares into his eyes. Eventually she settles along his shoulder. She smushes her chubby smooth cheek against his rough, scratchy one. His whole head is almost the size of her, but it doesn’t both either of them. She’s so at home with him so close.

You wave to her and whisper “Wanna come to Mommy?” with open arms.

She giggles like that’s sooo fucking funny before rubbing her face on Joel’s lips to say nah uh. She sneezes once, thankfully on his beard rather than eyeballs, before tucking herself against his neck and slowly closes her eyes, falling asleep on Daddy.

A few more minutes pass until Joel can tell she’s completely out. Her body curled up like a pill bug, a bit of drool starting to creep its way into his nostrils. It’s time to put her to bed.

Joel carefully cradles her into his arms and lifts himself up from the couch. He takes his babygirl, the softest, warmest, most delicate thing he’s ever held with his callused hands, all the way down to her bedroom. His palms cupped tightly under her bum while the other caresses her back, her cheek against his collarbone as she sleeps soundly.

With utmost care and precision that he’s practiced a million times, he puts her into the crib. She lays out on her back and stretches comfortably without stirring. With his hand the size of her entire torso, he always rests it against her to feel each big inhale of air filling her belly and lungs before exhaling. Marveled that this little tiny thing alive and real, here, every day like the most miraculous thing in the cosmos, and its all because of you.

He’ll never get over it. Never go a day seeing her without thinking she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Nothing he’s ever made with his hands—not this crib or this room, that rocking chair, the bear he stitched up, nor the ceiling fan or table downstairs that he built from years steady craftsmanship—nothing will ever come close to the love and pride that fills him when he sees this little thing right here. His daughter. His babygirl. His whole life now.

He’d stay in here forever and watch her from above like some creep if he could. Instead, Joel leans down and plants a soft kiss on her forehead, brushing her curly hair before carefully sliding out of the room and cracking the door.

He’s barely pulled away from the door knob when aggressive hands yank him back and push him against the opposite wall with such force, he nearly shouts. Picture frames shudder crookedly as wet lips attach themselves to his own.

Joel’s never been pinned to a wall like this, but he’s not opposed to the way desperate, famished whimpers translate from your mouth to his, the way your tongue forces its way to glide over his teeth and tangle with his. Your hands wring the collar of his shirt in tight fists, and his back keeps getting smashed against the wall each time he tries to lean closer to you.

“W-mm-wha—mmmm-mmfff!—what are you—?“

“I want another one,” you growl. He shivers at how wracked your voice is. Beyond desperate, beyond control and savagely hungry. “Right. Now.”

He furls his brows. “W—?“ but you immediately latch yourself onto him again.

His hands gently cup right above your ass, trying to be intimately appropriate, but you have other ideas. Your palms splay on his chest as you scratch your nails down to his crotch. Immediately fisting his rapidly hardening length out of his sweatpants. Joel’s head falls back against the picture frames. He groans softly as you begin to pump him. Your tongue swipes your lips with a devilish grin, feeling him swell.

“Don’t you wanna put a baby in me?” You coo. Little nips to his lips don’t phase him, nor your words, as he slowly falls apart.

“Fuck—shit—“ he rasps. “But you just—“ he glances down to Sarah’s cracked bedroom down the hall. And how you specifically said you weren’t ready to try for another kid until Sarah was at least 3. “What has gotten into you??”

“Your seed—hopefully soon,” you smirk.

He’s struggling to keep his trail of thoughts as you spit in your hand and continue to jerk him off expertly. Despite his size, the sheer force of your conviction right now has him pinned helplessly as you kiss and fist him.

“I—“

“Cmon Daddy, don’t you wanna make me a Mommy again? Get me all knocked up and show me off, how much you like breeding me…”

Joel Miller is not a strong man. Maybe he can lug concrete and lumber all day, pull wasp stingers and blisters from his own hands, carry a pregnant woman who’s gained 50 pounds in milkshakes alone—but god he’s a weak weak man for you when you’re like this. The greatest danger of all:

“Shit, are you ovulating???”

To his horror, you nod eagerly.

You get to your knees quickly, and he sees how blown your pupils are staring up at his erect length. The little bob in your neck as you pinch the tip, licking the salty precum from your fingers.

“I don’t think this is a good—“

All his words evaporate from his mind the second you wrap your lips around his fucking balls. He grits his teeth and slams his head back against the wall, fighting the demons, particularly the one on her knees right now who’s generously sucking each one into her mouth.

With one hand pumping his cock over your forehead, your tongue swilrs and massages his sack. Suckling and releasing them with a pop before transferring to the other.

He covers his mouth with a slap.

Christ, you’re literally prepping them. Getting his seed ready and raring for your eggs to accept with loving arms.

You cup them in your warm hands, continuing their massage as your mouth engulfs his dick. bobbing your head obscenely, you take his tip to the back of your throat. The pressure on his mouth tightens from the whine burrowed in his throat when his tip nudges your esophagus like its nothing, squeezing around him before pulling away again in the tight heat of your skilled mouth.

He can’t compete. Can’t think. Not when you’re sucking him off like the tastiest, juiciest hot wings, all meat slurped clean from the bone in a single suck.

His eyes feel hazy as you work him, gargled noises filling his hears. He wants to blow his load. Yeah, maybe that’s it. He’ll cum down your throat right now, and you won’t get any—

As if reading his thoughts, you pull off his throbbing cock. A wet string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips. You look so gorgeously sinful right now: swollen lipped and crazy eyed.

He’s in serious trouble.

Inhuman strength yanks him down the hall and into your bedroom like a leashed dog. You chunk him on the bed, his back bouncing once before you’re shoving him down, crawling over his body and pinning him like a wooden slat.

‘Maybe…” he gulps. You don’t listen as you pull his pants all the way down to his ankles—effectively keeping them trapped around the fabric so he can’t get away. “—I should get the condom…”

Your head snaps to him with an angered snarl.

No. Bad bad bad idea.

He tentatively reaches for your face, but you snatch him down and pin his hand above the bed. “Fuck your condoms,” you growl.

He nods fearfully. He prays to the horny devil, who overcomes women once a month and helps procreate the human race, to please have mercy on his wife and release her from the chokehold possession the demon has wrapped around her.

You soften just a bit, if possible with carnivorous crave licking your tongue over your teeth. “I’ll take care of everything, just sit there and let Mommy handle the breeding.”

WeakWeakWeakWEAK fucking man, Joel Miller.

He didn’t even notice when you had striped your underwear, but your naked pussy is already slobbering atop his tip. He gasps at the warm, wet drool, thick like syrup, coating his tip. You giggle vivaciously and begin to rub it between your folds. “You ready for it, baby?” You coo. “You’re gonna give me another one, Daddy. Right. Now.”

You gasp loudly as you sink down onto his pulsing length. Joel’s whole body goes taught, the veins in his neck strained so tight they may burst before his cock does.

“Ugghrrmmgmgmmmmhgggffff Fuck yeah, Shit, that’s sooooooo fucking good, Joel, Fill me up, been needing this fat cock buried in my tight pussy all fucking night. Oh my god!” You squeal, quickly bouncing up and down on him until your ass is slapping his thighs.

F-F-f-f-f-f-f-f-fuuuuucccckkkkkkk.” He daringly tilts forward to see you hungrily riding his dick back and forth, your hips working so effortlessly. Tongue lolled out with a big grin on your face.

“Fuckin love watching you be a Daddy! M’gonna take it, take your fucking cum in my fertile little cunt until I’m bursting with your baby again.”

He needs to tell you that you need to heal more first. That you’re still tired, and new as a mom, and freshly off the first child. But when he sees your tits jumping up and down with each movement, the way they’re still heavy and forever changed from the last time he knocked you up, he keeps his lips shut, except for the huffs of pleasure flowering in his body.

You’re bouncing fast for his seed. Not even god’s entire army of angels could deny this. He thinks about how your droopy tummy right now reminds him of when you were first starting to show while pregnant with Sarah, and the realization only then that you were really pregnant dawned on him. It was the period of best sex because he could still be rough with you, but admire that tiny swell that he put inside of you. Reminds him of right now, that he could do it all over again right fucking now and you’re letting him. So greedy and desperate for it, just for him to flood your womb with more cum and more babies and—

Fuck, fuck don’t cum Miller.

But the image of your swollen body again, milky fat tits and wide hips accepting him—shit no that’s making it worse!

Ok—he thinks about the 9 months straight of pure hell: your attitude, demands, yelling, crying, exhaustion. How bitchy and annoying you get, pushing him past his envelope to serve your needy wants until he’s over the edge and pins ya both right back in this exact position with him pounding the shit out of you—

He thrusts his hips up and grasps your waist. Taking over and fucking up into you because the thought of Pregnant Wife You all over again and needing to take care of you once more has him in a feral deathtrap.

You yelp as Joel flips the two of you over. Your thighs fall even further apart as he completely slots his body between them and goes to pound down on your cunt. “Oh SHIT OH FUCKYESDADDY!” You cry with a smile, arms slinging over his shoulders to hold him down close to you.

You keen, so high and dumb you’re begging for it. Legs wrapped around him securely with no room to pull out.

He grunts anomalistically, over and over again with each fast rut into you. Your fingers grip his hair tightly and pull his face next to yours. “You’re gonna fucking cum inside me,” you growl through bared teeth. He fucks you faster. Eyes so dilated, heart pressed against yours like a race.

“Fill me up baby, breed me—breedmebreed-breed-breedmeDaddy fuck oh my god yesyesyesyesYES!”

He can’t stop his hips from moving, can’t stop the delicious plunge of his angry dick into your sweet sweet tight slit. He probably looks ridiculous—knees spread so wide on the mattress to really dig each thrust deep inside, wearing only a T shirt with his ass and swollen balls hanging out and humping desperately into your mound.

He hisses through clenched teeth into your neck, cheeks puffing out with each blow. You keep encouraging him with more naughty thoughts of making him Daddy over and over and over again and any sane man would be insane right now.

He’s thought about breeding you every day since you even found out you were expecting. He mourns the loss of your pregnant glow. Joel loves you, beautiful each day, but something about seeing his wife swell with the clear evidence of his love, her own body and mind changing by the minute because of him ��he wants you pregnant again. For the rest of your life. Stuffed full of his kids. Round and fertile like a goddess. Once he got a taste of you like that, no husband would ever miss the chance to do it again.

He wants it so badly, so little clarity left in him that is screaming ‘pulloutpulloutpulloutpullout’ as he pounds pounds pounds your womb. He may break his jaw from how tightly clenched he is. Nothing matters more than giving you exactly what you’re begging for.

He grunts even louder, and you tighten your legs around him even more, knowing he’s close.

“Oh fuckFUCK Yes Baby give it to me!!—FUcking cum, Daddy oh shit—oh RIGHT—RIGHT FUCKING THERE! Come inside, I know you wanna Daddy just fucking cum in my little womb, let’s make a fucking baby, knock me up right now!!”

He shouts, and fate grants him mercy at the last possible second; his cock slips out and nudges itself along your ass as he spills his load onto your slit and the bedsheets.

You shake your head and start swearing, but he’s still on top of you, whining and jerking with each pulse of seed that is just shooting like a geyser from his tip. He lets out a long moan, closing his eyes. His cock twitches a few more times before finally going empty.

He sits back just a bit, trying to even his breathing. Joel Miller has never been so overwhelmed by an orgasm before that he loses sense of where he is for a few seconds. All covered in sweat, his heart rate dangerously high from such a fantastic cum.

He hazily opens his eyes to see you scooping his cum from your ass and the mattress, dragging it up along your slit and pushing as much of his cream into as you can salvage.

“NO!” He shouts, quickly grabbing your wrists and pinning them to your side. You wail out, physically squirming and trying to wiggle from his grasp. He watches you thrash madly but to no avail. Your poor cunt clenches and unclenches, his probably trying to make its way from your folds to your womb right now…

Joel quickly bends down, hands still firmly on your wrists, and puts his mouth on your cunt. You gasp out, strained and pathetic, as he begins to suck out of his seed from your slit. For good measures, he licks it from your crack and ass too, everything rapidly being scooped by his talented tongue gulped down his throat, away from your dangerous eggs.

Your heels come up along his back and press down hard. He shouts into your cunt when you cum. Clit twitching like a heartbeat while your much needed orgasm rolls through you. Your walls clench so tightly around nothing, you can’t help but whimper at the loss despite shaking through the euphoria for so long. Joel does what he can, working his tongue through it all until your sounds get softer, more satisfied.

“Euughh—salty,” he says with a shiver, wiping his lips clean of all his and your cum. You both pant together with the last ebb of your orgasms settling.

“You alright, babe?”

Tears begin to well in your eyes. Lips trembling with a pathetic mewl spilling past your lips.

“Honey—Honey please don’t cry, its just—you get this way when you’re ovulating, and ya’d be mad at me if I actually did breed you—“

You nod solemnly despite wiping your tears and burning your face into your hands. No he’s right. you weren’t thinking straight. So horny and desperate to be filled, you didn’t think anything through it. Just needed him balls deep emptying every bit of sperm into you like you were made for nothing else.

It takes 3 seconds of Joel hugging you close before feels you begin to hump his thighs.

“Oh—oh no—“

You nuzzle your face into his shirt and inhale, getting yourself high on his scent while your slick pussy does a number on him. Your smooth, seductive, temptress voice nearly lulls him under your spell again: “Fuck—fuck Daddy—can we do it one more time—please?My pussy—she’s so—nnnmm—feels so empty…I’ll—ugghhhhhh oo ff-ff—fuuccckkk—I’ll let you—ah—haaa!—pull out—“

He yanks back. “THE HELL YOU WILL.”

Joel snatches your arms and throws you off him. He quickly snatches his pants and runs out the door, closing it behind him. You slam against the frame and shout, “GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING COCK, MILLER!”

He holds the knob tight despite its aggressive rattling. Joel quickly ties his sweatpants legs from the door handle to the hallway guard rail, stretched to keep them at odds and effectively locking you in.

“Not till you behave!”

He hears you go quiet for a moment before you erupt into a long wail like a baby. At the same time, poor little Sarah can’t handle all this raucous, awakening from her sleep and crying through the cracked bedroom.

Joel wipes his face, knowing he’s done the right thing. But now at the cost of an irritated baby that’s gonna make him carry her all night, he’s reconsidering having just pumped you full in the first place and calling it a day.

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ms-snape · 6 months ago

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Severus goes to put his daughter to sleep and falls asleep with her in her nursery. Reader find them there. Just fluff. Thank you. I love your blog !!! 💗

Title: Little Dragon

Warning: None, just fluff

Words Count: 1800+

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The moon hung high in the ink-blue sky, casting a gentle glow that filtered through the lace curtains of Hope's nursery. The room was a delicate sanctuary, adorned with soft pastels and whimsical patterns. Tiny stars painted on the walls twinkled in the dim light, creating a magical atmosphere for the little girl who was about to embark on her nightly ritual of sleep.

Hope, a cherubic bundle of energy, was anything but ready to settle down. At just one year old and few months, she was a whirlwind of giggles and wiggly limbs, her small face framed by soft tufts of dark hair that bore the faintest resemblance to her mother, Y/n. Yet, it was her eyes—deep, captivating pools of onyx that mirrored Severus’s own—that held a certain enchantment. They sparkled with mischief and curiosity, reflecting a spirit that was vibrant and uncontainable.

Severus Snape stood in the nursery, his usually stoic demeanor softened by the gentle presence of his daughter. The quiet moments they shared often revealed a side of him that few ever witnessed—one filled with warmth and an unwavering devotion that pulsed through his veins. This evening was no exception as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, watching Hope bounce in her crib like a spring lamb.

“Hope,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, yet it was barely audible above her delighted squeals. “It’s time for bed.”

The little girl giggled in response, her tiny hands reaching out toward him, as if the very idea of sleep was a distant concept, utterly unappealing. She had just discovered the joy of standing, and tonight, she was determined to showcase her new skill. With surprising strength for her age, she pulled herself upright, her legs wobbling beneath her as she clutched the bars of her crib like a seasoned explorer claiming a new territory.

Severus sighed, a mix of amusement and exasperation dancing in his chest. “You’re supposed to be sleeping, not practicing your acrobatics.”

With a defiant laugh, Hope wobbled closer to the edge of her crib, her giggles ringing like tiny bells, echoing against the walls of the nursery. She was a beautiful chaos, her energy radiating warmth throughout the small room.

“Come on, my little firecracker,” he urged gently, stepping closer. The scent of baby powder and a hint of lavender wafted through the air, wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. “Let’s settle down for the night, shall we?”

But Hope was having none of it. She took a daring step back, her eyes alight with mischief, as she plopped down on her bottom, then rolled over, wiggling her tiny body as she crawled to the far end of the crib. The soft giggles continued, a joyful symphony that filled the room with life.

“Hope,” he said again, though this time his tone was softer, coaxing. “If you don’t go to sleep, how will you have the energy for tomorrow’s adventures?”

She paused, glancing up at him with an expression that was a mixture of delight and rebellion. Severus couldn’t help but smile, his heart swelling with affection. He took a seat on the edge of her crib, feeling the coolness of the wooden slats beneath his fingers as he gazed down at her.

“Do you remember the story of the little dragon who wouldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, as if sharing a secret.

Hope blinked up at him, her head cocked to the side, clearly intrigued by the notion of a dragon. The twinkle in her eyes danced as she listened, her tiny fingers grasping the soft blanket draped over her crib.

“Every night, the little dragon would flutter about, thinking of all the exciting things she could do instead of sleeping,” he continued, weaving the tale. “But soon, she found herself too tired to breathe fire, and her wings felt heavy, and she discovered that dreams were the greatest adventures of all.”

With rapt attention, Hope settled down a little, her brow furrowing as if she was contemplating his words. Severus smirked at her response, encouraged that the story might finally be lulling her into submission. He continued, embellishing the tale with details about the dragon’s adventures, her friends in the clouds, and the wonderful dreams that awaited her.

Yet, the moment he thought he was winning, Hope suddenly erupted into another fit of giggles, clapping her hands and bouncing in her crib, clearly unfazed by his storytelling efforts. Severus chuckled, knowing full well that he had been bested by a mere infant, a feat that felt both maddening and utterly delightful.

“Alright, little one,” he relented, running a hand through his dark hair, the strands falling into his eyes as he contemplated his next move. “How about this? If you promise to try and sleep, I’ll sit with you until you do.”

Hope’s wide eyes glimmered with excitement, and she nodded fervently, her tiny curls bouncing with each enthusiastic gesture. Severus couldn’t resist the infectious joy she radiated, and with a resigned smile, he settled back into the cushy armchair that sat in the corner of the room, a sanctuary amidst the sea of toys and baby paraphernalia.

As he leaned back, he watched her with admiration, the way her little fingers curled around the blanket, her face lit with pure innocence and determination. She was a perfect blend of both him and Y/n, an embodiment of their love.

Minutes ticked by slowly as he remained in the quiet sanctuary of her nursery, the soft glow of the moon illuminating the space. Hope, however, was not keen on surrendering to the gentle embrace of sleep. She continued to wiggle and squirm, her energy unwavering as she plucked at the edges of her blanket, occasionally glancing up at Severus with wide, expectant eyes.

“Alright, Miss Snape,” he murmured, adopting a playful tone. “Let’s count the stars, shall we?”

He began counting softly, and much to his surprise, she joined in, her own tiny voice babbling along, albeit more like an enthusiastic rendition of nonsense than a proper counting session. The laughter bubbled forth between them, a sweet connection formed in the heart of the night, weaving an unbreakable bond between father and daughter.

“Let’s try that again,” he chuckled, pretending to be serious as he continued the count, only to be interrupted by Hope’s antics once more. She reached out to grab his finger, her tiny hand gripping it tightly as if he was a lifeline in a world that was far too vast and overwhelming for such a little creature.

“Alright, alright,” Severus conceded, allowing her to pull him closer, his heart swelling with warmth as she leaned against his leg, her head tilting back to gaze at him with those irresistible eyes. “I will stay right here.”

And just like that, in the midst of their playful banter, the energy in the room began to shift. Severus felt the soft weight of Hope leaning against him, her eyelids growing heavy as she clutched his hand like a lifeline.

“See? Even the little dragon needs her rest,” he whispered, glancing down to find her eyes beginning to flutter, battling the impending tide of sleep. The light in the room dimmed slightly as the moonlight cast a silver glow across her delicate features, highlighting her cherubic cheeks and the way her lips curved into the faintest of smiles.

With a soft sigh, Hope nestled against him, her small frame curling into a peaceful ball as she finally surrendered to the allure of slumber. Severus watched in awe, his heart swelling with a warmth he had never known.

He carefully shifted, cradling her against his chest, feeling her tiny heartbeat against him, a gentle rhythm that seemed to pulse in sync with his own. The room fell into a tranquil hush, a symphony of soft breaths and the occasional creak of the house settling around them.

As he sat there, enveloped in the cocoon of night, Severus couldn’t help but let his thoughts drift to Y/n. He could already picture her reaction upon finding them in this peaceful tableau. She would likely smile, her heart warmed by the sight of her two favorite people intertwined in such an innocent moment of love and serenity.

But even in his daydreaming, the fatigue from the long hours of the day began to wash over him. His eyelids grew heavy, the rhythmic sound of Hope’s breathing lulling him into a comfortable haze.

With one last glance at the peaceful nursery, Severus allowed himself to close his eyes, resting his head back against the plush fabric of the chair. The softness of the moment enveloped him, a sensation that was rare yet deeply cherished.

Unbeknownst to him, the door creaked open quietly, and Y/n stepped into the room, her heart swelling at the sight before her. There, in the soft glow of the nursery, was Severus, his expression softened in the quietude of sleep, with Hope nestled safely in his arms.

The sight was utterly enchanting. Hope’s little body, peaceful and content, was nestled against Severus’s chest, her small hand curled around his finger. Y/n felt an overwhelming rush of love at the sight, a beautiful portrait of fatherhood that captured everything she adored about Severus—his fierce love, the tenderness that often lay beneath his stoic facade, and his unyielding devotion to their daughter.

Y/n stepped further into the room, the soft creaking of the floorboards barely a whisper. She approached cautiously, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. But as she reached the chair, she couldn’t resist the urge to run her fingers gently through Hope’s soft hair, marveling at how perfectly they fit together, the two most important people in her life.

“Look at you two,” she whispered, her heart swelling as she took in the scene. “Such a perfect pair.”

In that moment, she understood the beauty of what they had built together—a family rooted in love, laughter, and sometimes, the sweet surrender of sleep. Hope stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but remained nestled against Severus, a soft smile gracing Y/n’s features.

Gently, Y/n leaned down, placing a tender kiss on Severus’s forehead, feeling a sense of belonging and peace that resonated deep within her.

As she straightened, she couldn’t help but capture the moment in her mind—the serenity, the love, the magic that seemed to permeate the very air they breathed. She turned to leave, letting them rest, but as she reached the door, she cast one last glance back at the sight before her.

“Sweet dreams, my loves,” she murmured, her heart full, as she quietly stepped out of the nursery, leaving Severus and Hope wrapped in the warmth of their dreams.

The moon continued to shine brightly outside, casting a gentle glow over the world, while inside the nursery, a soft lullaby of love enveloped the room, creating a sacred space where dreams took flight, cradled in the arms of a devoted father and his beautiful daughter.

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laughingcorvuswrites · 2 days ago

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Sneaky Doll

The doll snuck into her bedroom, secreting itself among the pile of plushies and stuffies dominating the wall-side edge of the bed. It must have thought itself so clever and sneaky, getting in there when the room was empty.

Some minutes later, she entered, rubbing the desire for rest from her eyes as she yawned, putting the Big Hat on its hook for the night. It didn't take her long to change into her pajamas, a knee-length shirt joking about her not knowing what a day without coffee was like.

Tiredly, the Witch flicked the lights off and rolled into bed with a heavy flop, causing the soft mountain to collapse and plushies of all sorts to bury the Witch's torso, while the doll remained in its hiding place. The Witch patted around in the dark, searching for her blanket.

Then, quick as a flash, the Witch's hand darted into the pile of stuffies and extracted a very wiggly doll.

"Nuuu," it protested, squirming and wiggling about as its Witch held it aloft with a single hand.

"Darling," the Witch said, "what ever are you doing in there?"

The doll's movements came to an end as it looked away, unable to meet its beloved Witch's gaze, though the doll felt it all the same.

"Th-this one…" it stammered quietly, "it…it's been feeling somewhat lonely of late. This one…Wanted to spend time with Miss. Sleep with Miss tonight," it confessed.

"Did you brush your teeth?" The Witch asked sternly.

The doll nodded enthusiastically. Of course it did.

The Witch's expression, hidden in the gloom as it was, turned from tired curiosity to a gentle, compassionate smile as she released the doll, only to catch it in mid-air in a hug. "Then of course you can. You need only ask."

Of course, asking was difficult for a doll. That's why it snuck in to begin with. The Witch had long since started to unwind this one's Gordian knot of trauma, but it seemed she still had a ways to go. No matter, she adored this little doll with all its faults, wouldn't trade them for the world

The doll felt much the same, softening into her Witch's embrace. The Witch pulled the weighted blanket that helped her sleep over the two of them, feet poking out the far end, and let the little doll pick out a plush to cuddle for the night. As it turned out, it brought it's own.

And so they drifted off, the doll in the Witch's arms, and the shark plush in the doll's. The doll smiled softly to itself, feeling truly home, wanted, unaware the Witch felt so acutely the same.

#empty spaces #not a person #dollposting #microfiction #everyday doll #witchposting

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after-the-end-times · 8 days ago

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Under The Light of the Worm Moon

Rating: T🌕Words: 3,450🌕Tags: Established Relationship, Werewolf Steve, Magical Eddie, Transformation, Mild hurt/comfort in that Eddie is suddenly a worm For: @stmonstercalendar Prompt: Worm Moon🌕 Ao3

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

Even on the brink of sleep Steve heard Eddie murmur his question into his pillow. Sighing, he rolled over, ending up flush against Eddie. He threw an arm over his back and pressed a kiss to Eddie’s shoulder.

“Baby, do you love me when I shift?”

“Huh? ‘Course, I do.”

“Even my beta shift? When I look like a monster out of someone’s nightmares?”

“Not a monster. Hot”

“Mmmm, debatable. But yes, Eddie. I’d still love you if you turned into a little, squiggly, wiggly worm,” he said, tickling and wiggling his fingers over Eddie’s back. Eddie squirmed, giggling into his pillow.

“Ok, ok! I get it!” he laughed, Steve ceasing his attack to pull him tight against his body, pressing kisses to him again. “We love each other in every form, huh?”

“That’s right,” Steve muttered into Eddie’s shoulder, sighing, letting sleep take him again. “Love you. Any form.”

The next morning came too soon with a squawking, shrill beep beep beep!

“Eddie. The alarm.” Steve waved a hand over Eddie’s side of the bed, trying to wake him, but the bed was empty.

Steve reached over to turn off the alarm and sat up to look around the room. He was sure Eddie didn’t mention any early morning plans and his shoes on the floor proved that. The weird thing, though, was that Eddie’s blankets were still across his side, not shoved aside.

A ridiculous thought flashed through Steve’s mind. Huffing at himself for giving into to fanciful impossibilities, he flipped Eddie’s blankets back.

And there was a worm.

Where Eddie should be laying.

Steve side eyed the room, half expecting Eddie to burst from the closet yelling psych! But nothing, just the still quiet of predawn on a work day.

Steve threw off his blankets, getting out of bed, and spoke loud enough to be heard into the hall and bathroom. “Ok, Eddie. Enough is enough. I get the prank. It’s a nice little youworm, but we’re now going to have to change the sheets and bedding before bed and you hate doing big laundry.”

Steve walked around the room, getting ready for work, the silence of the apartment getting more and more eerie.

“Eddie. Come on.” He called out to the apartment, pulling his shoes one. “You’re gonna be late if you don’t get ready now. I swear, I love the little worm, ok? It’s very cute and you-like.”

He finally flipped on the bedroom light, heading over to grab the worm, planning on walking it around til he found Eddie’s hiding spot. Maybe give him a bit of a scare for this.

The worm had already wiggled back into the blankets, so Steve shifted them around gently, not wanting to hurt it or anything. Finally, he saw the tip of its tail trying to dig its way farther into the bedding. He shoved his hand under where it was heading, scooping his hand under its body and pulled it into the light.

It was black.

With a silver band.

Steve pulled in a shuddering breath, eyes tearing, and asked quietly, gently, not wanting to voice his suspicions. “Eddie?”

The little Eddieworm’s head lifted up, wobbling back and forth in the air, before lowering and nosing gently at Steve’s hand. Like a little kiss...from a worm.

“Oh. Oh, no.” Steve said, before collapsing on the edge of the bed, cupping Eddieworm close to his chest, a gasping cry punched out of him. “Eddie.”

Letting himself cry for a few minutes, he eventually sat up straight to take a few deep breaths, making a mental Turn Eddie Back to-do list.

1. Make Sure It Is Eddie.

With the full moon tonight, Steve’s senses were as heightened as they’d ever be. He pulled the Eddieworm up to his nose, hoping to smell earth, dirt, animal. Instead, it- he smelled only of Eddie and mate.

2. Call Out of Work for Both of Them.

Calling out of their jobs for a family emergency was pretty easy, especially when we didn’t mask how upset and freaked out he was. Both places would have to find people to cover them, but he couldn’t worry about that.

3. Call Their Pack Alpha, Hopper and then Call Eddie’s uncle.

Getting Hopper to wake up enough to believe that this wasn’t some elaborate prank of Eddie’s took a moment, but he eventually heard the seriousness in Steve’s voice. He told Steve that he and Joyce would be over shortly. As their pack’s magic user, hopefully it was just a spell she could easily undo.

Steve hesitated before calling Wayne. If Joyce could just undo whatever had happened, he didn’t want to worry him unnecessarily. However, if Eddie was going to be a worm longer than a few hours, Wayne had a right to know.

“Hey, Eddie.” Steve held him up to eye level. “Do you want me to call Wayne? Just shake your head yes or no.”

Eddieworm jerkily bobbed his head up and down.

“Ok. And- uh, do you want me to get you some dirt or something while we wait?”

Eddieworm started to bob up, before changing to back and forth.

“You want me to wait? Get some afterwards?”

Eddieworm bobbed.

“Ok, yeah I can do that. Let’s call Wayne.”

The call with Wayne was short, as it usually was with him, he agreed to grab any family history books. It wasn’t especially common for someone to present a magical spark in their 30s, but it wasn’t entirely unheard of. Wayne also said he’d call Eddie’s grandma, Wayne’s mom, to find out if there were any sparks of magic in their family line.

Steve stood up from their kitchen table, walking over to the couch and plopped down, Eddie still cupped in his hand against his chest. “Now we wait for them to get here. We’ll probably make another Get You Back To Human to-do list then, but at least we might get some answers or at least a path to answers. Do you want me to get something to sit in?”

Eddieworm rubbed his head against Steve’s chest, pressing his little body against him as hard as he could.

Tears pricked Steve’s eyes again. “Yeah. I won’t put you down. Keep you right here with me.”

Steve brushed a gentle finger down Eddieworm’s body as the tears broke free, rolling down his cheeks.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get you human again.” Eddieworm curled up in his palm. “And if not, you can live in my hair, I guess.”

Eddieworm perked his little head up fast, starting a quick wiggle up toward Steve’s body again.

Steve laughed at the clear excitement. “Not right now! We have people coming over!”

There was a knock at the door.

“See? They’re here. Ok. Let’s get this figured out.”

Having the adultier pack adults there helped Steve feel a little more confident about the situation being fixable, even if they did still have to wait for Wayne to arrive.

While they waited, Joyce did whatever she does, to see if there was a spell or curse on Eddie. She said there was something, but it didn’t feel like it was something done maliciously to him, that the magic gave off a calm, serene aura.

Steve’s not quite sure what that meant, though he’d never really understood her magic. His shifting just worked naturally, easily, he’d never had to think about how it worked, it just did. So, seeing other magic users who needed books and plants and whatever else just to use their magic baffled him. He hoped Wayne’s information would shine a little more light on the situation.

“Maybe we should get Ellie over here, see if she can check in its head to double check if it even is Eddie,” Hopper said. “Don’t want to be doing a bunch of magic on a normal worm, just for Eddie to walk in ‘cause he went out early and didn’t say.”

“Yeah, uh, I don’t think that’s necessary? I’ve already asked him several questions that he’s answered, so.” Steve knew he didn’t mean anything by it, just wanted to do right by his pack by being sure, but Steve thought it was so obvious the little worm was Eddie. How could anyone look at him and not see Eddie?

“Besides, he’s my mate, so I can sense him, right? And this little guy is definitely him.” Steve held Eddieworm up to Hopper.

“Is that right?” Hopper leaned in. “You Eddie in there?”

Eddieworm squiggled around until he was facing Hopper, he lifted and held the end of his tail up at him. Steve laughed at Eddieworm clearly and definitively flipping Hopper off.

“Need more proof?” Steve laughed, running a finger up and down Eddieworm’s back,

“Nah.” Hopper grumbled. “That’s definitely Eddie.”

Another knock at the door; Wayne’s arrival perfectly timed.

Eddieworm had nodded his assent to be held by Wayne, so he was updating them on his call with the family matriarch while holding his nephew.

He held Eddieworm high up on his chest with his left hand and gently rubbed his back with a single finger of his right hand. Steve almost cried again when he realized why the scene hit so hard; he was looking at Wayne holding his child, comforting him as he would have years ago when Eddie was young.

Yes, even as a worm, his family loved him dearly; Steve really hoped Eddie never doubted that again.

“Steve? Did something happen last night?” Joyce asked, pulling Steve’s attention back to the room. Looking around at their expectant faces, he’d clearly missed something.

“Sorry, it’s been a long morning, what was that?” he asked.

Wayne answered with zero hint of exasperation. “Ma said there’s a history of magical sparks popping up in the family tree without warning. Doesn’t seem to be a pattern, so no one really knows in who or when magical abilities might show themselves. Said that it’s cropped up in young kids and a few got it later in life.”

“It seems,” Joyce took over, “there’s usually an emotional component and a magical component. And last night, as you know, was the first night of the full moon, the worm moon.”

“Oh.” Steve looked at Eddieworm, feeling lost in a way he hadn’t in a long time, really since he met Eddie. Wayne reached out, letting Eddieworm wiggle over to Steve’s hand. Steve tucked him against his chest.

“Um- last night, when we were going to sleep, Eddie asked if I would still love him as a worm. ‘Course I said yes. ‘Cause I would and do. Told him I would love him in any form. Could that be the emotional component?”

The adults looked at each other, talking without speaking.

“It could be that easy.” Wayne said, responding to a look.

“He should wait for the witching hour to test it. The moon will be at its zenith and most potent.”

“Uh, guys?” Steve cut in, sweeping one hand out in confusion.

“Sorry, son.” Wayne said. “We’re thinking it’s a True Love spell. Eddie must’ve accidentally cast it last night. So, tonight, at midnight, you gotta give your wormfella a kiss.”

“It’ll either work immediately in a flash or you’ll have to go to bed like last night and wake up to human Eddie,” Joyce explained. “It depends on the caster and well.”

“I guess we’ll see tonight then,” Steve said.

Hopper and Joyce left soon after, though Wayne offered to stick around for a few hours. Wayne held Eddieworm while Steve made them some breakfast and then took a shower. It was just a waiting game at that point.

Normally, during the day of a full moon, Steve’s wolf would get restless, making him anxious for night to come, just waiting until he could shift and run with his pack. Today, though, his wolf just wanted to hunker down and curl up around his mate.

They eventually turned the tv on for sound, letting mid day soup operas and game shows play. Steve got out a deck of cards and they played a few games to pass some time, Eddieworm gently laying in Steve’s hair as a little treat.

Steve kept offering to get some dirt for Eddieworm, but he always just shook his little head “no”. Wayne supposed that since Eddie was a human magically turned into his subconscious’ idea of a worm, they weren’t really playing by real worm rules.

By late afternoon, Wayne headed out, gently patting Eddieworm on the head, and Steve needed to make the decision of whether to go to the pack’s full moon dinner.

“What do you think? I want to keep you safe and unsquished and you know how the kids are when amped up on the full moon. So, we could just wait here til midnight. Do you want to go?”

Eddieworm looked up at him for a long moment and then bobbed his assent.

“Ok, well, they’ll definitely be pulling on me to see you and I don’t want to drop you. So, maybe I’ll make you a little, like, carrier or something? Not a cage, obviously, but maybe just a little open box? Ah ah! And this is why we keep all those good boxes! For a time like this!”

Steve crouched in front of the kitchen cupboard they stashed all the boxes they couldn’t bring themselves to get rid of and found a small one nestled in the middle that would work perfectly.

He lowered Eddieworm in to see how he liked it. He wiggled around, checking the space, nosing at the corners, and finally looked up with a nod. Steve brushed a finger over him, picking the box up to head to pack dinner, it was about to get really loud.

Dinner went as well as it could with a bunch of rambunctious, curious pups and a favorite pack member turned worm.

Dustin got out a notepad to try to ask and document a bunch of yes/no questions for “scientific discovery”. Steve shut that down, citing that he’d be back in a speaking human body in just a few hours.

Elle did use her magic to check that Eddie was comfortable and feeling safe inside his worm body; he was, Steve was relieved to know.

The others waffled between wanting to hold him and being afraid to hurt him. Steve erred on the side of caution and let them pass around the box holding Eddieworm, but not letting them take him out. It seemed to make the kids feel more comfortable, too.

Robin sidled up beside him, watching the kids gently handle Eddieworm. “You ok?”

“Yep. I mean, ok, so I’ve cried more times today than I’ve ever cried in my entire life, but yeah, I’m good. We have a plan for turning him back, that’s what matters, right? What else is there to be upset about?”

Steve glanced over at Robin, hoping she wouldn’t use their mind meld powers this one time, and just let it go.

“Uh huh. Sure. ‘Cause waking up to find your partner suddenly not human and completely reliant on you wouldn’t be upsetting at all. Suddenly being in a worse case scenario without your partner to lean on totally wouldn’t throw you into survival mode.”

“Robin. It’s- I’m fine. I handled it and now we’re just waiting for midnight. Then it’ll be over.”

“Mmhmm. Well, don’t think we won’t be talking about this more later. Though, Steven,” she turned and slugged him on the shoulder, “you did good, kid.”

He laughed, pulling her into a hug, speaking into her hair.

“Thanks, babe. We’ll talk later. Promise. After Eddie’s Eddie again.”

As the sun set and the moon rose, the Pack gathered outside amongst the trees to shift and run. Steve stood on Hopper’s back porch with Eddieworm cupped again against his chest, watching their Pack yip and bound and wrestle.

Joyce and Elle came out onto the porch. They sat, piling themselves with blankets, Joyce pulling out a book and Elle turning on the new Gameboy she had saved up for. Normally, only the Pack humans stayed behind to hold down the fort during the full moons. So, this was new to Steve, watching them all head out, staying still, staying behind. He suddenly wondered how Eddie would feel about coming out in the woods with them during the next full moon.

He pet a finger along Eddieworm’s body. “Thought you guys sat around here drinking and watching tv or something. Never really thought about what it was like for you to stay behind. Never thought you of you sitting here, watching us leave. Next full moon, baby, want you to come out with me.”

Joyce tossed a blanket and magazine onto an open chair to her side. Steve took the offer, settling down in the chair, placing Eddieworm in his hair. They spent the next few hours like that; Steve reading random articles and quizzes out loud to Eddieworm, Joyce finishing her book, and Elle playing her game. A nice, quiet evening, all things considered.

Near 10:30, the pups were corralled, tired and whining, back to the house to get ready for bed, the adults planning to stay up playing cards.

Getting them all in bed and asleep took some time, the full moon energy still coursing through their bodies. They’d all stopped to tell Eddieworm good night, that they’d see him in the morning.

So, it was past 11:30 by the time Steve got out the backdoor again, carrying a bag of Eddie’s clothes in one hand and Eddieworm, in his box, in the other.

He walked into the forest, heading toward the clearing in which he and Eddie first confessed their feelings to each other. He planned to use every bit of love magic he could think of.

Steve sat down cross legged in the clearing, holding Eddieworm in his palms in front of him, the bright light of the full moon shining down on them.

His watch beeped midnight.

He brought Eddieworm up and pressed his lips to his little head, pouring his love into him.

“Eddie. Please, I miss you,” he whispered against the little body, a tear slipping down his cheek. “I miss your laugh. I miss your voice. I miss your teasing. I miss your kisses. Please, Eddie, I miss you. I love you.”

The moonlight suddenly flashed bright, so brilliant Steve fell forward, shielding his eyes.

Cold panic clenched his stomach. He couldn’t feel Eddieworm in his hand anymore.

Squinting his eyes tight he tried to look around, on the ground, in his lap, but it was too bright and too late. Eddieworm was gone.

Fear that he might squish his mate kept him still and more tears slid down. “Eddie.”

“Steve.”

Steve jolted, gasping and looking up, tears blurring his vision, he saw him. In all his glorious human form.

His Eddie was back.

And he was naked.

“Eddie!” Steve stood up, pulling him into his arms and holding on tight. “I missed you so much. I held you all day and, still, I missed you. We gotta call Wayne. And the Pack. The kids are gonna be so happy to see you. I brought you clothes. They’re in the bag. Didn’t want you to be cold walking-”

“Baby. Stevie. Breath. Please. Can you do that for me? You’re shaking so hard and talking too fast.” Eddie started taking slow, deep breaths, his chest rising against Steve’s for him to copy. “Come on, baby. In and out, slowly. There we go. You did so good today. Took care of me so well. Love you so much. I knew I was safe with you, no matter what happened.”

They held each other until the moon dipped toward the trees; Steve holding Eddie like he was afraid he’d slip through his fingers if he let go, Eddie murmuring reassurances, sweeping a hand over Steve’s back.

Eventually, Steve’s body heat was no longer a match for the March cold and Eddie started to shiver. Taking a steadying breath, Steve crouched to grab the clothes out of the bag, holding the pants for Eddie to step into and standing to pull a shirt over Eddie’s head. He crouched again to pull out shoes, holding them while Eddie stepped in, a hand on Steve’s shoulder for balance.

Steve stood with the bag in hand and held out his other for Eddie. Fingers laced together, they headed for the trees, Steve gazing over at him.

“I love you, Eddie. Any form.” he pulled their linked hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s knuckles. “But, this one is definitely my favorite.”

#I cried sooo many times writing this #it was supposed to be a crack fic 😭#steddie #ficlet #stmonstercalendar #I guess I have a writing tag now #scheduling this to post at the time our worm moon becomes a total lunar eclipse

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hatchetfieldtheories · 1 year ago

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I'm just saying, he will wiggle, wiggle

Wiggly will wiggle tonight

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #black friday

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fourmula1 · 3 months ago

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winter warmers day 24: christmas eve

max/daniel. 257 words. from the 'three kids verse'.

It’s the first Christmas that Arie is old enough to really understand the excitement and magic of Santa Claus coming tonight.

He’s three, now, and Daniel has helped him set down a plate of cookies on the fireplace hearth, a bowl of apple slices next to it.

“For the kangawoos,” Arie says excitedly, wiggling all around.

“That’s right,” Daniel laughs, looking over at Max on the sofa. Max can’t get over the fact that kangaroos pull Santa’s sleigh in Australia, and it delights Daniel every year. “Six white boomers, right Arie?”

The tree is up, the lights are on, the stockings hung, and the treats are out. They’re ready for Christmas and Daniel is excited to have this be the first Christmas – just the three of them on Christmas morning. It’s their last Christmas as a trio, and Daniel can hardly control the way his hand moves to rub against his belly – six months pregnant. A few short months to go before they become parents to two children.

“What do you hope Sinterklaas will bring you tonight?” Max asks as Arie bounces over to climb into his lap. Daniel takes them in – his wiggly son too riled up on Christmas Eve magic, and his husband – the best partner and papa Daniel could have chosen for his children.

Daniel leans back against the hearth, watching Arie speak as animatedly with his hands as his papa does. He rests his hands on his little belly and feels grateful for his little family. Excited for their second son to come.

#maxiel #three kids verse #my ficlet #maxiel fic #winter warmers 2024

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cafemilk-tea · 11 months ago

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Birthday Boy

❒ pairing : evelyn x mingyu

❒ word count : 6.4K

❒ synopsis : “One rule,” She toyed with his tie, leaning in close to his ear as she hooked her index finger to loosen it, her voice slightly above a whisper, “No touching.”

⚠️ warnings - 🔞 smut 🔞 read at your own risk! MINORS DNI

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Evelyn pressed the button on her home system to allow Nari up into the apartment, running around and making sure the animals had everything they needed for an overnight stay with her bestie. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked over to check on Bleu first, smiling when she saw the kitty snuggled down into the blanket inside of the carrier fast asleep. Winnie was laid off on the side, chewing on her rubber ball making it squeak obnoxiously with each bite down.

“Hey there hot stuff,” Nari whistled as she walked in, closing the front door behind her, toeing her shoes off before walking further into the apartment, “Looking like a hot mama.”

“Do I look okay?” Evelyn hadn’t turned around yet, rummaging around to make sure both of the animals had plenty of stuff while they were away for the night. Maybe she was overpacking for them, but having more than you need is better than not having enough. “I couldn’t decide for the longest time and just went with this.” She turned on her heels and looked at Nari, her eyes practically falling out of her head when she noticed another person in her apartment.

“Surprise!” Nari wiggled her fingers, stepping aside and showing off the other person fully. After a few years living abroad in London, Minji was finally back in Korea after so long.

“Look at you,” Minji gushed as Evelyn practically sprinted into her open arms, giggling as she wrapped her arms around the younger girl. It was a few minutes later before Evelyn had pulled away and looked between her two former group mates.

“Wha-..How-...” Evelyn couldn’t even form words as she covered her mouth with her hand. By this time, Winnie had actually registered another person in the apartment and abandoned her ball, barking and jumping at Minji’s feet. Nari to the rescue picked the wiggly puppy up and gave her kisses to her head, scratching behind her ears.

“I came back to visit my parents and of course to see you girls again. Nari picked me up at the airport yesterday!” Minji nodded her head, taking a seat down at the kitchen island.

Evelyn pouted her lips slightly as she looked between her two former group mates, fanning her eyes with her hands quickly, “I wish I knew we could’ve-.” But she was cut off by both women waving their hands and murmurs of refusal between them.

“Oh none of that,” Minji smiled at Evelyn as she leaned back against the island, “And besides, I’m here for a few weeks so we have plenty of time to hang out. And from what I’ve heard from Nari over here, today is your man’s birthday, so who am I to keep you from him.”

“All I’m saying is-,” Nari cuts in as she crossed her legs sitting next to Minji at the kitchen island, “I know it’s his birthday but he better fuck you so good tonight with how hot you look.”

Evelyn blushed furiously at Nari’s sudden comment, Minji giggling in her seat as she covered her face with her hand.

“Don’t encourage her,” Evelyn pointed a finger at the giggling woman before tossing Winnie’s leash in Nari’s direction. At that, her phone pinged and when she noticed who the text was from, she turned quickly on her heels and waved her phone around jokingly, “Oh my god look at the time, you two must be going now please.”

Nari wiggled her eyebrows before hopping off of the stool and clicked on Winnie’s leash, Evelyn in the process had bent down and gave the puppy a kiss on her head, booping her nose gently. She then moved over to Bleu’s carrier, unzipping the front flap and scratching the kitty behind her ears, heart melting slightly at the purring as she zipped the flap back up.

“Winnie, your mother is going to pound town later, send her your condolences now,” Nari hooked the handle of the leash around her wrist before grabbing the bag of food and toys, while Minji helped out and took care of the cat carrier.

“Yah, don’t corrupt my children like that,” Evelyn shot Nari a playful glare, “You don’t know, maybe we won’t and we’ll watch a movie or something.”

“Yeah okay,” Nari winked and gave her an okay symbol with her hand and a wink, leading the way out of the apartment. Minji gave Evelyn another hug and promised her that they would hang out while she was still in town before following Nari out, and right before the door closed shut behind them, Nari poked her head back in, “And wear protection children. I’m too young to be an auntie already.”

“Out!”

Evelyn was running around like a mad man, changing her earrings for the third time and applying a different shade of lipstick before she heard the familiar jingle of her home system for the second time that evening. Looking at the monitor, she smiled to herself seeing Mingyu dressed nicely in the camera, pressing the button and waiting patiently by the door for his familiar tune of knocks.

A few moments had passed by before three knocks sounded at the door and Evelyn felt that jittery feeling in her bones when she opened the door.

“Excuse me Miss, do you know if an extremely gorgeous girl lives here? She’s about this tall,” Mingyu gestured with his hand before looking down at his non-existent watch, glancing up at her with a smirk, “I’ve come to retrieve her for our dinner date.”

“Hmm, she doesn’t sound familiar but I’ll let you know if I see her,” She giggles as she steps backwards and allows him into her apartment, wrapping her arms around his midsection in a hug when he closes the door behind him. He reciprocated the action, his arms hugging her tight to his body with a hum.

“Happy birthday my love,” She lifted her head up, her eyes finding his as she pressed a kiss to his lips, her heels giving her a few extra inches. Mingyu hummed into the kiss as he pecked her lips a few more times.

“Mm thank you baby,” He leaned back and let his arms trail down her sides, his eyes traveling down her figure slowly. The velvety red dress she was wearing complimented her body tremendously and the pair of black heels paired well with the red color.

His hand found hers as he laced their fingers together, “God I feel so underdressed with how beautiful you look.”

“Not at all,” She held his navy tie in between her fingers, fixing the material around his neck, “If anything, you’ve out dressed me.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, her hand falling down his chest.

Mingyu caressed the back of her head as he watched her with so much love and adoration behind his eyes. He fixed the watch on his left hand, eyes widening playfully as he wiggled his eyebrows, “Let’s get out of here before we miss our reservations.”

Mingyu groaned as he threw his head back against the chair he was sitting in, his vision obstructed by the blindfold secured snuggly around his head. After arriving home from their dinner date, Evelyn had sat him down in one of her chairs in her living room, tying one of her scarves around his head while she got his present ready. The anticipation was killing him on what she was even doing, she was being way too quiet.

“Hey baby? You didn’t leave me right?” He picked his head up as he looked blindly around the apartment. The material was thin enough that he could make out objects around the room but just thick enough so he could barely see anything else.

Evelyn walked quietly into the living room, a giggle leaving her mouth as she took a look at Mingyu’s clueless state. She looked down at what she was wearing, biting the inside of her cheek gently before stalking over towards him, setting down the objects she was holding down onto the table next to him.

“Now why would I leave the birthday boy by himself on his birthday? What kind of girlfriend would I be?,” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, climbing onto his lap so she could straddle him. Mingyu gasped softly as he instinctively grabbed at her hips to keep her from falling off. Evelyn rubbed at the sides of his head with her thumbs, gently toying with his ears before reaching behind his head and untying the blindfold. It took a few minutes of rapid blinking before Mingyu had regained his vision, looking up to Evelyn now that she was taller than him with curious eyes. That was until his vision went down the length of her body and realized what she was actually wearing.

“God baby…” Mingyu groaned as he took her all in. There she was, perched in his lap and dressed in nothing else but his sheer white detailed shirt that he always wore fastened by just a few buttons and a pair of white lace panties.

“You like?”

“I fucking love it,” He leaned forward and smashed his lips onto hers, grabbing her around her waist. She smirked into the kiss, reaching down and grabbing his arms and moving them off of her. She pulls away with a wicked grin on her lips, moving his arms down so he was holding onto the arms of the chair instead.

“I’m glad you think so,” She sat back in his lap to gaze down at him. There was a fluttering feeling in the pit of her stomach as only she knew what was to come, “Because that was only one part of your present. All you have to do now is sit there and enjoy yourself for the next part. However-,” She traced a hand down his chest, feeling rather bold and cheeky.

“One rule,” She toyed with his tie, leaning in close to his ear as she hooked her index finger in to loosen the fabric, her voice only slightly above a whisper, “No touching.”

She then leans down to nuzzle at his neck, her lips brushing the skin just below his jaw ever so slightly. Mingyu’s hands tightened against the arms of the chair and his eyebrows pulled tightly together, wanting nothing more than to take her to bed and completely ravish her right then and there.

Mingyu inhaled a sharp breath the second Evelyn started to press kisses up the length of his neck. He swallowed thickly when she had pulled back to grin at him before she mouthed underneath his ear, leaving a soft and teasing kitten lick just behind his lobe.

“What, do you like when I kiss you here?” She smiled into his skin, pressing a kiss on the spot she had just licked, “Or here?,” She proceeded to move down to press a kiss on his jaw. Mingyu lets out a pleasure filled groan as she continues her attack on his neck.

“How cute…my baby seems to be so sensitive everywhere,” She nipped at the skin on his neck, sucking a bruise into the skin. The stylist would get on her case again but this particular moment she could care less.

“You’re killing me baby,” Mingyu groaned as he bit his lower lip, his palms starting to sweat as he held onto the arms of the chair, “Please can I just hold onto you?”

“Ah-ah,” Her thumbs rubbed his cheeks playfully as she pressed a kiss to his nose, “That would ruin the present.”

Pressing a final kiss to his lips, Evelyn crawled off of his lap and sunk down onto the floor to her knees. Her hands made quick work of unbuckling his dress pants and with his help of tilting his hips upwards, she pulled them down so that they sat just past his knees. The bulge in his boxers was more prominent with how much he was turned on. With a teasing hand, she reached forward and cupped his bulge, her thumb teasing the tip through the fabric. Her eyes never left his as he sucked in a sharp breath watching her below him.

“H-Ha..please baby.”

Evelyn responded back with a hum as she felt the wetness from pre-cum soaking through the material of his boxers with her thumb. With a grin painted to her lips, she hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled the boxers down to join his dress pants, dropping a dollop of spit into her palm before grabbing hold of his cock and started to work him up and down while making sure to tease the tip coated in pre-cum. Mingyu choked out a gasp as he tilted his head back against the chair with a thud, blunt nails digging into the arms of the chair.

“Fuck babygirl…” It comes out more like a whine as she continues to jerk her hand up and down his length giving herself ample time to work up enough saliva in her mouth. She loved having him like this. Being an absolute weak puddle in her hands. It was such a nice role reversal that she had been craving for so long.

A mantra of curses poured out of his mouth when she sat up on her knees, leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. Eyelashes fluttered against her under eyes as she gazed up at him from her spot on the floor, Mingyu subconsciously tilting his hips forward slightly. Evelyn took him further into her mouth, humming around the hardened length sending bolts of pleasure straight to Mingyu’s brain.

She took her time, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head up and down his cock in a good rhythm. Occasionally, she would slowly pull all the way off and suckle at the tip, using her tongue to flick and kitten lick around the head before moving down and dragging her tongue over the thick veins on the underside of his cock.

“Ah- F-Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned as he picked his head up from where he had thrown it back against the chair, his gaze dropping down to watch the show in front of him. His eyes slammed shut as he involuntarily picked his hand up and threaded it through her hair, pushing her back down onto his cock. But just as quickly as he had done that, Evelyn was pulling away from his cock and yanking his hand out of her hair with a stern look, “Breaking the rules already?” She playfully glared at him as her hand slowly jerked him, waiting for him to respond.

Mingyu shook his head back and forth against the chair, clenching his eyes shut and his mouth open to pant, “N-No baby I– just feels so good,” he slurred his words together, bringing one of his hands up to run it through his own hair, grabbing onto the short strands, “Gonna cum if you keep it up like that.”

Evelyn giggled as she rotated her wrist a few times, “Oh yeah? Feels that good, huh?” Bringing her other hand up to fondle with his balls.

Mingyu’s eyes shot open and he swallowed thickly, his abs clenching with desire, “Y-Yes– Soso fucking good babygirl.”

Evelyn licked her lips before she brought her mouth back down to his cock and pressed a feather-like kiss to the tip before she continued down the length, peppering random kisses wherever she deemed was worthy enough. Every so often she would dart her tongue out and lick alongside the veins as if she was licking a lollipop.

“Fuckkk– m’so close baby,” His breathing quickened and dull nails scraped against the leather of the seat, “Wanna cum down your throat– please please baby.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she pressed another kiss to the tip, “Giving order now?”

“Please baby,” He begged her. He was using every bone in his body to keep his composure and hold off his orgasm but she looked so good on her knees in front of him and he would do anything to have her lips wrapped around his cock again.

Evelyn grinned up at him as his cock started to pulse in her hand and she knew he was about to snap any second. She twisted her wrist around a few times before she obliged, leaning forward and dipping her tongue in his slit, gathering up the beads of pre-cum forming. Without any further warning, she shoved a good portion of his cock into her mouth and bobbed her head repeatedly. It was more than she had ever taken before. She breathed heavily through her nose as if silently willing herself to not choke. Her eyes flickered up to Mingyu watching as his head fell back against the chair with a thud and his face was tilted up towards the ceiling, mouth open and pant after pant escaped.

He was losing his mind. Each stroke of Evelyn’s tongue and each suction from her hollowed cheeks sent him overboard. His leg started bouncing from how close he was getting. He opted for digging his nails into his palms to save her leather chair from any further nail marks. His brain was fuzzy and his eyes were on the brink of rolling to the back of his head every time Evelyn sank down and engulfed more of him into her mouth.

“I– I’m gonna cum– shit,” Mingyu dropped his head back down to watch the rest of her taking him. His eyes were half-lidded as he bucked his hips slightly.

The whole sight was such a mess. Strings of saliva were dripping from Evelyn’s mouth down onto his balls and covering her hands as she pumped what little of his cock was left unattended. The vibrations of her moans and the sounds of her gagging were sending him into complete overdrive. With one last suck in from her cheeks, Evelyn forced herself to swallow him entirely, her nose brushing his neatly trimmed hair as she gagged a little more, hot ropes of cum shooting down her throat. She pulled back slowly as she swallowed down the cum, moaning around his cock as she sucked him dry.

“F-Fuck yeah baby,” He practically whined as his jaw went slack, his eyes never leaving Evelyn’s as she welcomed his orgasm, “Such a good fucking girl. Swallowing everything so so pretty.” His entire body buzzed like it was on cloud nine, his head spinning and the dress pants around his knees restricted him from any drastic movements of his legs.

Evelyn pulled off of his cock with a pop, using her thumb she cleaned up the remnants of cum that leaked out of her mouth and pushed it back in to swallow, sucking on the digit as her eyes fluttered up to Mingyu’s. With a dull ache to her legs from how long she had been sitting on them, she used his knees as leverage and pushed herself up off of the floor, climbing back into his lap and straddling his thighs.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought their bodies closer together, pressing their lips together in a messy, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together in beautiful harmony and Mingyu couldn’t help but groan as the faint taste of himself lingered in her mouth. Evelyn was the first to pull away, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“How was that?” She asked with her voice sounding a little hoarse, her hands finding their way to the back of his head to play with the little baby hairs at the base of his neck, scratching her nails up into his scalp.

“So fucking good baby, you have no idea,” Mingyu’s blissed our face matched his slurred speech, “You’re such a good girl.” He grinned up at her pouting his lips and asking for another kiss. She obliged and leaned forward, this time the kiss was slow and meaningful. They took their time and explored each other’s mouth a bit more before the pulled apart, Evelyn scooting herself back on his thighs a bit.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

Before he had time to process what she had said, Evelyn had tapped two fingers on his mouth, Mingyu immediately following orders as he parts his lips. She gently pressed her two fingers inside instructing him to suck on them. He took his time and swirled his tongue around the digits, coating them nicely in copious amounts of his saliva. Her eyes were locked onto his as he took his time moving her fingers around his mouth, pressing down on his tongue gently at times. She couldn’t help the grin plastered on her lips. She loved everything about this. Loved the control that she has over him in this current moment.

Once she deemed them as well coated, she removed them from his mouth and pressed a kiss on the side of his mouth. Her hand trailed down until she reached her core, sliding her fingers right through her folds, dipping the tips of her fingers into her entrance before sliding the digits over top of her sensitive nub.

She moaned directly into his ear when she managed to get a good rhythm going with rubbing tight circles over top of her clit and giving herself some stimulation, “A-Ah…” She squealed as her free hand gripped the back of the chair behind his head. Mingyu’s mouth dropped open in awe as he watched her bring herself to release above him, eyes flicking between her fingers rubbing her clit and back up to her face twisted in pleasure. He loved watching her come undone whether it be at the wrath of himself or her own fingers. His hands wandered away from the arms of the chair and smoothed up her thighs, but again just as quickly as he did, she sat back in his lap and pulled his arms off, her lust filled gaze staring him down for the second time, “That’s strike two. One more and I’ll finish myself elsewhere.”

“Can’t help it baby- you look so fucking hot right now,” Mingyu swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as Evelyn got back on track, her fingers rubbing herself faster and faster to make up for the lost bit of time. Beads of sweat trickled down her face and she scrunched her eyebrows together as the peak was approaching again.

She let go of the chair and brought her hand up to her chest, grabbing a hold of her left breast through the shirt and tweaking her own nipple, pulling and twisting the bud between her fingers at the same time as she was rubbing her clit. A quiet gasp left her as her toes curled tightly behind her, sparks of pleasure coursed through her body.

Despite the awkward angle, she slipped her two soaked fingers inside of her entrance, letting go of her breast and bringing that hand down to take the place of rubbing her clit, “Ngh– Gyuuu,” she whined as she threw her head back. Working up the strength, she managed to pull her right leg forward and place her foot onto the arm of the chair beside Mingyu’s arm, giving her room to spread her legs and let him have a nice view of her.

He was completely mesmerized by her, the loud squelching filling not only his ears but his cock as well. Her fingers were coated in her wetness and with each thrust in and out, the slim digits were only getting wetter and wetter. He dug his fingernails into his palms again to ground himself.

Evelyn gasped as she squeezed around her own fingers, her body practically doubling over as she circled her clit faster. Her mouth fell open and squeals of pleasure fell out as she clamped her eyes shut, leaning so much forward that her forehead landed on Mingyu’s shoulder. He could tell she was getting close to the edge and decided to give her a hand at getting herself there.

“Feel good baby?” He couldn’t see her face but he could hear her heavy panting against his shoulder and the loud squelching coming from her entrance so he could only imagine.

Evelyn nodded against his shoulder, “F-Feels so g-good Gyu,” Her rhythm was getting sloppier by the minute and she was ready to burst at any moment. She was starting to see stars and her mind was going blank.

“C’mon make yourself feel good,” She was close enough to him that he could turn his head and press a kiss to the side of her head, “Make yourself cum,” and that’s all it took for her to bite her bottom lip as she moaned against his shoulder, her walls squeezing around her fingers as she orgasmed around them. Her fingers slipped out of her entrance with ease and she brought both of her hands up to grope her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers for some added stimulation.

“That was so hot baby,” Mingyu murmured into her hair, talking her through her high. He didn’t know if this counted as touching her but she was either too far gone or just didn’t seem to mind so he kept pressing kisses to her head and nuzzling his face into her neck, “Wanna touch you,” he mumbled and his lips formed a pout when she leaned back, moving her leg down to straddle him again.

She shook her head with a lazy smile, eyes heavy, “M’not finished with you yet.” She reached over and grabbed the small bottle of lube and condom packet.

Holding the corner of the packet by her teeth, she ripped the packet cleanly and took out the condom, rolling the rubber down his already hardening length. Mingyu groaned when she made quick work pouring a glob of lube into her palm, stroking his cock to coat it evenly.

Taking hold of his length, she rubs the tip back and forth against her clit causing them both to moan one after another. She proceeded to line it up with her entrance and sink down onto his throbbing cock slowly, her eyebrows pulled together at the stretch. Her hand’s fly to his biceps as she sinks down until she’s flush with his hips, a small gasp falling from her lips as she adjusted to get used to his size.

Mingyu groaned as her walls squeezed tightly around him. His eyes were drawn down to where they were connected, smiling up at her, “Always take me so well hm? Such a good girl.”

Evelyn’s face flushed a slight shade of pink at the praise, leaning forward to capture his lips with hers as she started to rock her hips back and forth. She couldn’t take it anymore with him moving inside of her and she moaned against his lips as they broke away. Her nails dug into his biceps when she lifted her hips and started to bounce herself up and down, “A-Ah– Gyu.”

“Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned right along with her, his head falling back against the chair to watch her with hooded eyes.

She was a hot mess of whines and slurred cries as she continued to bounce in his lap. It was getting harder and harder for her to maintain this dominant act over him and she was readying herself to cave at any moment. She brought their faces together and smashed their lips together in a messy kiss, pulling back so she could pant against his mouth. Her thighs burned deliciously with how long she had been riding him for and each drop down made her body shudder violently with how close she was to her peak.

“I-I’m getting close-,” But just as she speaks, her sentence is quickly interrupted as she cries out a loud moan. The tight coil in her stomach was ready to snap any second and she wanted to cum so bad. The room was quiet and there was nothing but exasperated moans lingering between the two of them, Mingyu was busy fighting every bone in his body to keep his promise and follow the rules, hands pressed securely to the leather arms of the chair.

“Mhm,” Evelyn hummed softly, her head tipping backwards as she rocked her hips back and forth, bracing herself against his shoulders as she rode him, this being the perfect angle for him to reach deep inside of her.

“Fuck baby,” Mingyu groaned in the back of his throat, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth as his eyes flicked back and forth completely mesmerized from where the two of them were joined and up to Evelyn’s face contorted in pleasure, “Feels so good like this baby- look so fucking good.”

Evelyn’s nails dug into his shoulders as she continued to bounce on his cock despite her burning thighs, “Gyu-,” She practically whined, lolling her head forward to look down at him. The muscles in her thighs felt like they were on fire causing her bounces to become sloppy and uncoordinated, the steady rhythm she had fading away. As much as she didn’t want to throw in the towel on being the dominant one tonight, she couldn’t go on for much longer, “I-I…”

“Talk to me baby,” His eyes scanned every inch of her face looking for any signs of discomfort.

“I-I can’t go anymore,” She confesses as she squeals out another moan, her sharp nails falling from his shoulders and onto his biceps, “Please ...please help me.” At her words, Mingyu’s hands flew to her hips and helped her reach her orgasm. He had been waiting for this moment all night long. He rocked his hips upwards as he aided her in bouncing on his cock. Her vision clouded over with stars as she rode out her orgasm, gripping Mingyu’s messed up dress shirt which was a miracle that he even still managed to keep it on. She collapsed against his body, her own tingling with pleasure and oversensitivity, “Your turn. Touch me all you want.”

Once in the bedroom, Mingyu had Evelyn laid out in the middle of her bed, his thumb swiping over the opening of the lace panties, dragging his middle finger through her folds and rubbing gently at the still sensitive nub, “Crotchless panties hmm? Must’ve riled me up so good to not notice these earlier.”

Evelyn bit the inside of her cheek as she nodded against the bed lazily, huffing out a soft sound of pleasure as he moved his thumb down to tease her clit, “Mhm, wanted to be pretty ‘n wanted to wear them for you.”

“You’re always pretty to me,” Mingyu unbuttoned his dress shirt with what little buttons were still hooked together and dropped the garment onto the floor; his dress pants and boxers long forgotten in the living room. He climbed on top of Evelyn, caging her between his arms, pressing kisses to her lips as he spoke each word, “You’re gorgeous — kiss — beautiful — kiss —sexy,” he began pressing kisses down the column of her neck, down her collarbone, all the way until he reached the valley of her breasts. She only had the top button of his white cover shirt buttoned so it was easy access for him to take one of her nipples into his mouth and suck while his hand came up and pinched the other, rolling the bud between his fingers.

Evelyn threw her head back against the bed as she threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged at the short locks, “Ah– Mmm,” she was beginning to realize that not only was the no touch rule torture for him, but for her as well. She always craved his touch, especially in moments like these.

Mingyu leaned back on his heels, reaching into the drawer and pulling out another condom. He tore the packet with his teeth and slipped the rubber out and onto his cock, giving himself a few jerks of his wrist. He looked around the room before it had dawned on him that the lube was still sitting in the living room, “Baby, I’ll be right back–,” he started but Evelyn cut him off when she used her foot to hook behind his back.

“I’m good enough still,” She nodded her head as she lifted her arms above her head, “Just– Inside please.”

A grin formed on Mingyu’s lips as he leaned forward, guiding himself down to her entrance. His tip barely poked in before he glanced up at her, “You sure?” With a nod of her head, he slipped the head of his cock in, bracing himself on either side of her head with his forearms and rocked his hips forward in one quick thrust.

Evelyn moaned out loud as she dropped her arms down around his shoulders, her nails digging into his back. Mingyu pulled out before thrusting back in, his jaw clenched tight as her gummy walls squeezed his cock like a vice grip.

“Fuck yeah baby,” He leaned back and hooked the back of her knees in the crevice of his elbows, leaning forward again so she was practically folded in half. This new angle caused him to slip inside deeper and the two of them moaning in sync. The speed of his hips picked up as he slammed into her, hitting one spot in particular over and over again.

“Oh fuck,” Evelyn turned her head to the side as she whined, bringing one of her hands up to her face to bite on her index finger while her other hand securely dug her nails into his shoulder. Mingyu continued to pound into her from the angle, biting his bottom lip and groaning in the process.

Evelyn unlocked her ankles from behind his back and tapped Mingyu’s side with her foot to gain his attention, causing him to pause his thrusts, drop her legs and lean back to look down at her in concern that something was wrong, “Are you okay? Is it hurting?” She shook her head as her eyes scanned around his face, her chest rising and falling as she panted heavily, a thin layer of sweat covering both of their bodies.

“I just wanna turn over,” She pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, batting her eyelashes up at him.

“Yeah– Yeah baby,” He pants out as he helps her flip over onto her stomach, waiting patiently like an eager puppy until she adjusts herself comfortably, crawling up the mattress a little on her hands and knees. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it underneath of her hips to make this position a little more comfortable for her to be in.

With a quick swipe of his tongue across his lower lip, he rested one palm of his hand around her waist and the other made a swipe through her folds before pressing into her again in one quick motion, plunging inside of her tight entrance once more. Evelyn gripped the duvet cover between her fingers as she dropped her head to moan into the sheets.

“So g-good,” Evelyn slurred as she dropped down onto her forearms. She arched her back so she could meet Mingyu’s thrusts, mantras of whines and moans echoing into the room, “I love you Gyu.”

“I love you too baby,” Mingyu rubbed at her sides with his hands, leaning forward and capturing their lips together as his thrusts slowed up just a bit. Evelyn pulled away so she could drop her head, he peak reaching closer and closer.

“F-Fuck-,” Mingyu sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, leaning back and tilting his chin to look down at where the two of them were connected and he groaned out loud at the visual of the creamy white ring of cum that was collecting at the base of his cock.

With his fingers rubbing hard and fast on her clit and his cock pummeling forwards into her, “I’m- I’m cumming,” Evelyn squealed out a loud moan as a gush of liquid soaked the bed sheets below in a decent size puddle, the slight force nudging Mingyu’s cock out slightly. Her toes curled inwards as her thighs quivered from the third orgasm of the night.

“Ha Fuck–,” He drawled out his moan as his open hand found her hip and held on tightly, speeding up his thrusts as his climax was reaching closer and closer, “M’almost there baby,” It was only a few more jolts of his hips later that Mingyu was yanking himself out of her, ripping the condom off and tossing it to the side before jerking himself to his release, spurts of cum landing in various spots on Evelyn’s back and his shirt, some going as far to drip down the curve of her ass.

Evelyn’s arms finally gave way as her chest fell forward onto the bed, her ass end still being stuck in the air. Her eyes fluttered closed as the overwhelmingness and oversensitivity from her intense orgasm started to fully sink in. She could honestly fall asleep in this position with how spent her body was. Her eyes lazily popped open when a gentle hand pushed up his shirt a little and rubbed at the skin on her back, moving down the length of her back down to her ass and back up again. A groan left her mouth when she processed what exactly he was actually doing.

“God you’re so gross,” She whined as Mingyu practically massaged his release into her skin, “And I can’t even move away I’m too tired. You can take the hassle of cleaning me in the shower then.”

A big dopey grin plastered across Mingyu’s face as he chuckled from behind her, leaning forward so he was hugging her. His semi-hard length rubbed alongside her folds as he nuzzled his face right by her head. She stuttered out a soft whine at the sensitivity, tilting her head slightly so Mingyu could press kisses into her skin.

“Best birthday ever.”

“It better be, my legs can’t stop shaking,” Evelyn joked as she wiggled over to make room for Mingyu as he let go and flopped down onto the bed beside her. He brought a hand up and cupped her face, bringing their lips together in a slow and passionate kiss.

✨ some visual aid for the chap ✨

-> mingyu wearing this dress shirt w/ black dress pants

-> evie wearing the red dress for the dinner date; then just wearing that white shirt in 4th pic w/ pair of white lace panties

#ficnetfairy #cafemilk-tea: evelyn #svt.meve #kpop addition #kpop oc #seventeen oc #idol!oc #14th member of seventeen #oc!idol #seventeen added member #fake kpop idol #fake kpop oc #fake kpop addition #café.minorsDNI

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h-h-h--and-someone · 4 months ago

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Pov evil wiggle : he wont wiggle wiggle wiggly won't wiggle tonight

#musical theatre #lords in black #black friday musical #wiggog y'wrath #tickle me wiggly #wiggly

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missamyrisa2 · 6 months ago

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Miss Amy your stories are so good and get me so blushy!! I was wondering what you’d write for a girl who has a very sensitive tushy and gets very hot and bothered from tickles🫣

"Ooooh the only way to get over an overly sensitive tushyyy tush is exposure therapyyyy you should knowww thatttttt~" My smirk couldn't be any smirkier as I thumb the buttons on my buffer, its circular fluff spinning gently with a threatening buzz. I step closer and closer, sticking the tool out at you. "Ooh! Oooooh!! It's gonnna getchaaaa gonnna gitchy gitchy getchaaaa!!" I fake out to the left, to the right, buzzing my tool and taunting you as I slowly back you up further and further. "What's a mattahhhhh? Afraid of a little tiiiickle tickle? It's just tickling ~" I muse, inching ever closer, snickering when I buzz my tool at full speed for a moment and watch you break. "Oh yes, run my cute girly girl, run for ittttt~" I singsong, following casually when you try to escape, tripping on a well-placed cushion which sends you teetering forward right into my waiting apparatus. The massage-table like setup springs into action at the weight of your tumble, snatching your wrists and ankles before shifting into a kneeler ~ leaving your posterior presented before me.

"Ah ah ahhhhh you can't escape this, precioussssss~" I tease, tracing a finger up your thigh back with little strokes. I carefully pinch gently with my thumb and finger, probing around for good wiggly spots through the fabric of your bottoms. "You're sooooo sensitive back here mmhmm. I knewww it. I know a sensitive girly girly with a ticklish tushy tush when I seeee one~" I playfully poke your sides and trail lovingly around your back with a swirl. "That's why I have this perfect setup. We're gonna explore allll your tushy tickles tonight and get to know each other soooo well mmhmmm~" I lean in and brush your hair aside, planting a little kiss on your ear. "And then you're gonna be allll mineeeee~" I whisper with just the smallest edge of a harsh tone. "Ah! Now, where were we~" I bounce back up, and buzz buzz my tool, moving to your backside.

"Now, this miiiiightttt tickle a little~" I lightly press the throttle and get the fluff spinning as I graze it against your lower back thigh, letting the sensation gradually build to stimulate your skin through the fabric of your bottoms. "Yes you mayyy feeel a tickling sensation." I move the speed and position up as I go higher and higher, testing and teasing out the sounds you make from the lower curve of your booty. "Inclinations of ticklishness are entirelyyyy posssible during this session." I continue moving up to start circling a cheek, chuckling knowingly at your every reaction. "Giggles are entirely normal. Ah, snorting too. Snorting is fine~" I go faster, snickering almost maniacally now as I can't help but love what my buzzing fluffy tool is doing to your tush. "We'll take allll of your emotions~"

"There, there girly girl. Did it tickle? That that tiiickle so much? Is your tushy tush ticklish? You just tell me all about it girly girl." While I delight in your babbling overload, I casually press some buttons on my apparatus and watch your reaction as the mechanical hands spring forth and wiggle threateningly. "Go on, go on. Tell me more about your ticklishness and that ticklish rump and how you get tickled there~" I act as though I hadn't just activated my tickle machine, fighting back a grin while I watch the hands tease and trace down your body, fluttering at your back and sides while I adoringly squeeze your hips before my minions begin working your bottoms down.

"How much do you love your tickles hmmm? Your tickless hereee? On these thighsss? Or on your siiiides? These hiiiipssss?" I tap on your hips and rub them lovingly from behind with my thumbs as your bottom becomes exposed, your garments piling up on your bent knees. "Now then, shall we continue?" I trace down your back and squeal out with a wooooo! with my fingers spreading and merrily tickling away at each cheek alternately. The mechanical hands tease and massage up your thighs and sides while I busy myself on that tush. "Coochie cooooo! Gigglyyy girl giiigglyyy girl! You're sooo gigglyyyy wigggyyyyy~!"

"Awwww pretty girl pretty girl with such a ticklish tushhhyyy ~ you can't tease with such a ticklish tush and not expect ticklish tush ticklessss uh uhhhhh no noooooo~ you gotta get your ticklesssss mmmhmmm mmmhmmm tiiickle tickle tiiiicklesss~" I tease picking up my tool to start buffering your bare ass now, loving on every curve to get you bouncing and trembling. "Noppe you're not going anyyywhereee just meee and your ticklish tuuushhyyyy~" I buzz the fluff at full speed in tight circles, moving across to cover all of your lovely curvature. And when I've sufficiently buffed every spot I can find, I set the tool down and admire my handiwork, all that gently blushed up skin.

"Myy myyyyy soo pretty and sensitive and all for meeee ~" I lean in and blow a little puff of air across your sensitized booty before grasping with my nails and playfully jiggling each cheek. "Uh huhhh uh huhhh yes I know, I know it tickles ssoooo badddddd ~ yess of courseeee because my tush is ticklish toooo y'knowww that's why I know the buffering ticklesss so baddd and then these liiiight touchiesss and the nailsss oooh it's such a firework of sensation huhhhh? And it just keeps goingggg yes it doesss it's sooo baddddd such a tiiicklish cutieee pieeee~!"

A tinier precision hum starts as I curiously grasp one of your tush cheeks and adjust it. "Now just try to relax. We're gonna ummmhhh realllyyyy push your threshold nowww~" I speak softly, blushing myself and letting out a tiny little moan to match yours as I take my small vibrating tool and begin rolling it along your inner cheek, getting closer to that delightful little area. The mechanical hands trace and caress your thighs and hips and sides with elongated strokes while I work my craft. "Don't try to fiiight it ~ don't try to fight ittt ~ you can't not giggleeee you can't escape thissss~ relax those cheeks girl~" I guide you into my tease, circling your tushy's most royal area, round and round with the buzzing while I grasp your cheek lovingly, my thumb giving encouraging little rubbies. "Mmmmh ~ mmmmhhh" I let out little sensual sounds as I trace round and round that ticklish sweet spot.

Once I get you good and melted, I pull my tool back and cackle, spreading my nails over your booty and spidering about with skittery tickles. "Ahhhh such a silly girlllll~ soooo ticklish, so sensitive!! Nhhahahhahaaa~" I tease like a mad tickler, tickling at your thighs and playfully waving the tops of my nails all over your lines of ticklishness before mashing a button on the apparatus which flips you all around and puts you into a sitting position with your legs raised up on pads, booty exposed with your girly area. I snap my finger as I tickle at your cheeks, as one hand tosses a magic wand into mine. With a knowing smirk and without a word further I turn the buzzing tool on and take it right to your girly button while I continue to tickle at your exposed tushy. I work without words but not without sounds, making mmh mhhhh mhhh mmh and tsk tsk tskksss at you as I raise your arousal levels, not bothering to edge any further as I just want to get alll your girly sparkles out now. The wand buzzes away, my fingers tickle at your booty and the mechanical hands busy themselves at your feet, your sides, underarms, and even taunt your neck and chest buttons with feathers, gliding all over to help you along this ticklyyy overload~

How many times did you explode? I didn't bother counting. But every time you ticklegasmed, I would press another button and have you repositioned so I could apply my tool and tickly fingers again. Turned on your side, strapped down prone, held in various yoga positions while I tickled and my machined bullied ~ it all became a blur for both of us. At least, until I have you now, all on your tummy with a little pad underneath to keep that beautiful bootyyy presented. "Awww did it tiiiickle sooo much?" I smile widely as my eyes glimmer and show I'm not even close to being done with you. "Guess whattt? You passed approval~ let me get you a little stamp~" I grin and activate my machine, sending two feathery pads down to begin alternately stamping your bouncy ticklish tushyyy relentlesslyyyy all while I grasp your chin and direct it up to me so I can plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. "This calls for an all-night celebration mmhmm~"

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