#and it sucks his face was necessary for that but still. WE MADE IT BABY WE MADE ITTTTTTTTTT😭💚🌟

[kkpaaw]

Meet Constance!

Constance is actually a personal oc from my own personal world called Plague Doctor that I brought into Ninjago cuz i had been wanting to design a robot oc and decided, why not use Constance since she's my baby girl

So here she is!

(Was gonna do clean lineart, but then realized i have zero patience for it lol)

She does have different color palette and backstory compared to my own universe to make sure she fits in

So let's get to know her, shall we >:3

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Constance (or C0z-C1.0, C0z for short) is a servant android who's original blueprints were made by ???.

She was originally supposed to be a testing model for a now discontinued line of very advanced servant androids, a project that was shut down by Emperor Levo after being presented to him, who felt that it was unnecessary. She ended up being the only one built of her type before the project was cut short and everything associated it was to be destroyed, disposed or refurbished for something else

Because they had already built her she was allowed to be kept. She essentially became a servent/helper of multiple departments moving around and lending aide when necessary. She wasnt treated the best but it wasnt that bad. This continued for quite a few years until...Beatrice.

When she came into power she had C0z become solely her servant, sticking by her side and obeying her every whim. Under Beatrices control, C0z was treated way worse than before and despite confusion to the sudden change C0z saw this as normal.

At the peak of the battle when Beatrice was facing off against the Ninja, C0z was shut down and sealed away so that she wouldn't interfere and when the merge quakes happened the lil pod she was sealed into was sucked in sending her off to who knows where.

Her pod was eventually discovered by Jay who had just become a Rogue and was traveling on his own tryna find his place in the world. He had set her free from the pod in his curiosity. Once C0z was free from her pod and awoken, she mistakenly took Jay as her new master much to his confusion. Once she explained her role he then proclaimed that she no longer had to listen to anyone and that she could choose her own life and promptly left.

He had no intention on sticking around, but she immediately followed him still convinced he was her master and kept proclaiming that she wasn't to leave her masters side. No matter what he did to evade her she would always find him somehow. This kept up for quite sometimes until he eventually gave up and accepted he's stuck with her.

So now, she currently travels with Jay (or Rogue) and they work to help eachother out. Jay tries his best to show Constance that she has her own free will and that she doesn't need to listen to him or anyone(with very little patience for it btw lol). That she has the choice. Constance helps him by giving him someone to care for(not that he would ever admit that outloud) which may or may not lead to memories coming back.

..It's a long work in progress and she's definitely not making it any easier

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Tis alot but I had alot to say lol

[bows4tyun]

SHORT TASTE -! ⸝⸝ 최수빈

⸝⸝ you and your sweet boyfriend go shopping together - it's supposed to be innocent, isn't it? he ends up getting a short taste of you (smut, mdni!)

[🍥] pairing ! - pervy boyfriend!soobin x afab!reader

warnings - soobin is a perv lol, dom!soobin, sub!reader, sex in the dressing room, breast worship, nipple sucking, big dick soobin, unprotected sex, size kink, praise kink, soobin calls reader bunny baby, good girl, and slut but literally only twice ⸝⸝

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lexi adds ! - yeah... I'm a "writer "now! I suddenly had all this motivation to start writing and reading all the great stories on here has made me finally do it! I still need a taglist so if anyone wants to be tagged in any of my future stories please lmk (srry if this story is a bit shitty!)

soobin had the great idea of going holiday shopping with you and of course, you agreed.

now here you were, walking around the mall, hands interlocked as you searched for a store to enter. when you found a promising clothing store that caught your eye, you signalled to soobin.

"should we go in there?" you said as you pointed a finger toward the direction of the store's entrance.

"you can do whatever you like, baby, as long as you find something you like I'll be here to pay for you." soobin replies with confidence and a warm smile on his face. he loved spoiling you, it was his favourite thing to do. He loved to gift you cute dresses and skirts whether it was christmas or not, being fond of how happy you were when the skirt fit just right.

soobin didn't just buy the skirts and clothes to make you happy, he bought it to make himself happy too. he liked walking behind you, seeing the small glimpse of your cute pink underwear peaking out from under. sometimes as you tried on your new gifted clothes, he'd sneak a picture or two, telling you to give him a cute little spin as he pulled his phone out.

you were so oblivious of it too, asking him if your underwear was peaking out just for him to lie as say "it's not, don't worry"

he was having his own fun with it while you had no clue of his perverted actions.

you'd be fast asleep beside him at night while he jerked himself off to the pictures the same day, trying to keep his breath steady and not wake you, little did you know what your naughty boyfriend was doing beside you!

with a soft nod, you lead soobin into the store. classic pop music off the radio is playing from the speakers as your eyes search for a cute top to match the skirt soobin had recently gotten you.

as you searched, soobin watched you with loving eyes, and small grin plastered across his face as he saw you grab a pretty top adorned with lace, holding it by the straps as you turned to meet your gaze with his.

"what do you think about this one, binnie? would it look cute?" you asked, holding the top in front of your chest for him to get the full view and vision.

soobin hums in agreement, smiling at how cute and small you looked holding the tiny top "it's cute, baby. do you want to try it on just to make sure?"

you let out a small "mhm" as you begin to walk toward the dressing rooms, soobin following not so far behind.

when you get to the dressing rooms, his hands rest on each of your hips as you're escorted to a room by an employee.

when the employee is out of sight, soobin sneaks into the dressing room with you as you giggled at him for trying to be so sneaky.

"binnie, that's not necessary~ they weren't going to say anything anyways." you smiled softly before getting on your tippy-toes to give him a soft peck on the lips "you can sit down and watch me change, i know you like doing that alot." you spoke jokingly but soobin knew it was the truth.

he sat down just as you had told him to and reminisced about how cute it was that you had to get on your tippy-toes just to kiss him. a faint pink hue spread across his cheeks without neither of you noticing and he watched you in admiration as you took off your current top.

his eyes scanned your body with such hunger, looking at your boobs that looked like they were going to spill out of your bra from how much of your cleavage was showing now. he felt as his mouth began to water, not wanting to make it obvious.

he looked at the way the top fit you like a glove, hugging onto your curves so perfectly. soobin was already starting to think of all the things he wanted to do to you right then and there. he didn't realize how long he was staring for until you startled him by speaking.

"does it look bad? you've been staring for a while now, binnie..." you fidget a bit with your hands as you see him break out of his daydream and process your question.

"huh? oh-! no bunny, it looks perfect." he spoke in a simple yet attractive tone as he stood up and walked up to you, his hands resting on your hips just as they had done before and his eyes glint with mischief. "it look so perfect that I could just fuck you right here, right now. would you like that, bunny? like having to keep quiet in order to not get caught?"

without much thinking or processing, you nod, feeling heat rush to your core. your panties dampen as you stare at the smirk on his face, his cute dimple visible.

"you know you always get what you want, bunny." soobin says bluntly as he already begins to unbutton and unzip his jeans, freeing his hard, thick, and long cock out of the confinement of his underwear.

you've seen his dick before but somehow you're still nervous yet excited whenever you see it.

"I've been waiting to fuck you in this cute skirt all day..." he strokes his long cock up and down getting it even harder than it already was before and he looks down at you with a smirk "you see this bunny? you see what you do to me? you have me like this all day, everyday. now won't you be a good girl and help me?" he smirks knowing what effect his words are having on you, watching the way your thighs clasp together to hide your wetness.

"t-touch me..." the words escape past your lips without you realizing it and you stand there, desperate as you plead for soobin to touch you where you need him the most.

"what do we say when we want something?" soobin asks, "we only get what we want when we ask nicely, you know this, baby. "

"please-! please touch me, binnie!" you exclaim in a pleading tone before soobin presses a finger to your lips.

"remember where we are, bunny. this is not the bedroom, this is a place where you have to keep quiet, okay? you're better than that." he explains to you, you tend to forget where you are whenever you're needy for him.

slowly but surely, one of his hands makes it way into your panties, his fingers playing faintly with your folds and picking up the slick of your wetness. "you're so wet and i haven't even touched you that much..."

soft and quiet whimpers escape your lips as your hand moves to stroke his cock, a low groan and gasp leaving from his mouth as his head falls back the slightest.

his free hand drags along your curves and slips past the bottom hem of the top and travelled up to your breasts, groping them with his hand as his breath began to grow heavy from your hand on his dick. "take your top off, baby. you don't want to get it ruined before I buy it, do you? "

you shake your head and move his hand away from his dick in order to remove your top, soobin lends you and hand and helps you pull it over your head. he went back to admiring your cleavage, groping your breasts with both hands now, groaning at how soft they felt.

"n-need you so bad binnie..." you whined out a bit louder than you anticipated which leaded to soobin gripping the nape of your neck.

"be quiet." he ordered as he picked you up and he tugged your panties to the side, aligning his cock to the rim of your hole. "will this shut you up? is this what you need?" he asked as if he were to be losing his patience.

"yes...!" you managed to choke out in a quieter voice.

"fucking slut of course it's what you need..." without warning, he slams into you, burying himself to the hilt inside of you as you attempt to not moan out loud from the intense stretch.

he covers your mouth, his hand big enough to cover the bottom half of your face as he fucks into you, balls slapping against your ass and making lewd noises echo throughout the room. his hand was being used to keep you quiet even when both of you guys knew it wasn't possible to keep your mouth shut when he was fucking you so good.

your legs wrap tightly around his waist as he fucks you at an even faster pace, his hips slapping back and forth, the scene straight from a porn video from how obscene it just so happened to look.

a muffled "hmph-!" was the only thing that was able to escape past your lips because of how much force soobin was using to keep your mouth covered.

"fuck look at your tits. so perfect just for me, hm?" his free hand groped your breasts again as he massages one with his hand and sucks on the other one, letting out a muffled gasp and moan from you.

he sucks on each nipple with care, the quite opposite of what he was doing with your hole. he was making sure he abused it to the fullest as his tip hit and reached all the right places.

the time he finally uncovered your mouth was when he was close. he moved his hands off of where ever he had them and gripped your hips tightly, going at an inhuman pace now.

tears swell in your eyes from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through your body as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, feeling like your climax would hit at any given moment.

"i-i'm gonna cum binnie! binnie-!!" you whisper, your voice breathy from all your energy spent but soobin keeps his composure despite your announcement and keep going, admiring the way his big cock slips in and out of your small cunt.

and just like that, he cums, both of you do. it feels so heavenly when you're finally able to release all over his cock, a loud moan being the last sound you make before it's replaced by heavy panting.

"fucking slut take it..." soobin mumbles before his cum shoots inside of you, painting your gummy walls white as he lets out a groan from pleasure.

soobin smirks at you with such a sweet delight in his eyes, "you did so well didn't you, bunny? you were able to keep quiet, i knew you could do it." he speaks in such a proud tone of voice that you blush.

he pulls his softened cock out of your messy and sticky hole and puts it back into his pants without cleaning himself off. your panties fall back in place as soobin places you back on your now weak legs.

"you were such a good girl for me, baby" he smiles innocently as if he hadn't just ruined your hole. he glances at the top you were trying on and picks it off the small bench that he had been sitting on.

"get dressed and let's go pay for this top, okay?"

[merakiui]

Helloooo! I’d like to order a flower bouquet + strawberry ice cream from the misc. menu as well as some lemon squares + custard donuts from the midnight menu for Scaramouche <3

yandere!scaramouche x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, friends with benefits, forced pregnancy/baby-trapping (no pronouns; reader has a pussy), modern college au note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You’re writing a paper.

Sitting at your desk, scrolling through clothes online, you wonder if your meager paycheck will cover the shipping costs. This is all research. Research that is very necessary in the paper-drafting process, of course! You click on an outfit just as Scaramouche looks up from his phone.

Correction. You’re trying to write a paper.

“Great progress. I can really see the thought you put into this.”

“I’m envisioning it as we speak.”

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem to be getting you anywhere.” He sets his phone down and leans closer. “Last I checked you’re not writing about clothes.”

“Last I checked,” you say, mocking him, “I didn’t ask for commentary. Don’t you have anything better to do?” 

A smug smile sharpens on his face. “I can think of a few things.”

Groaning, you shove him away. “No way. Not today.”

“Why not? It didn’t seem to bother you that last time when we did it before your lecture. You were so out of it you didn’t want me to leave you alone. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Not my fault I was tired! Don’t tell me you’ve never said and done stupid things when you’re running on three hours of sleep.”

“Not once,” he declares, looking quite proud. As if it’s some grand achievement. Does he want an award? “And even if I was, I wouldn’t be reduced to sugary, sappy putty.”

“I called you ‘sweetheart’ once by mistake. Get over it.”

Scaramouche rests his elbow on the desk, his cheek in his hand. “I don’t think I want to.”

Shutting your laptop, you turn in your chair to face him. “And I don’t think I want to fuck you today.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, you’re gonna do all the work?”

“That’s the plan. Be grateful I’m so good to you,” he teases, leaning closer and closer until—

You block your lips before he can capture them. “I really can’t today. Paper aside, I don’t have any protection and I’m not on birth control right now.”

“It doesn’t have to be inside.” He sits back in his chair, exuding casual confidence. “Unless you want to risk it.”

You try to put enough ice in your glare, but it melts quickly. You really shouldn’t. It’s not a safe day. You really, really shouldn’t…

Scaramouche raises a brow, waiting for your reply.

Despite everything, you’re wheedled into it anyway. You’re not even sure what you want. Is it yes or no? It’s been months since you fell into this arrangement with him—the campus’s infamous lone wolf who goes out of his way to make himself unapproachable. Or, according to your friends, he’s more of a lonely stray cat in need of a friend. Scaramouche had scoffed when you told him that.

Your friends are idiots, he said with a scowl. It only made him look even more like a grumpy cat in need of companionship. Not that you’d ever tell him that. It would only serve to stoke the flames of his ire.

But right now, looking up at him while he ruts into you, sweat sticking in all the right places, his hair falling over his eyes, you’re inclined to agree with that observation. There’s a depth to his gaze that draws you in, a sad glimmer hiding behind the ardor. There’s never been any attachment outside of the bedroom. You’re not even sure if he considers you a friend.

Still, you wonder…

“Scara, do you—” You cut yourself off with a startled gasp, your nails curling into his shoulders. He’s holding you down by your hips, fucking into you like the world’s about to end. “S-Slow down. Wait, I—aah—oh!”

He sucks in a staggered breath through grit teeth, his jaw set firmly. “You’re never going to leave me.”

Your brain stalls out, and suddenly you’re not sure how to respond. He doesn’t lessen the brutal pace at which he thrusts, so you’re forced to piece together a half-coherent answer amidst your groans.

“N-Not anytime soon—mmh… Why? What’s up?”

Scaramouche lifts his head from your neck. A strange smile turns the corners of his lips up. “It’s not a question. I wasn’t giving you a choice.”

You blink back at him, lust-drunk and dazed. The horror edges in, slow and steady like invasive rot. It isn’t until he’s pinning your legs up by your ears to force you into another position that the implication finally catches up to you. You claw at his back with weak strokes, babbling futile protests against his mouth. In response, his cock throbs inside of you, pressed so deep in this position you fear the repercussions. He kisses you with much the same force, insistent on driving you into the mattress—on pinning you here until you finally submit. Until the last of your resolve withers away, stamped out and replaced with something agreeable.

“Even if you wanted to,” he says around a shaky laugh, seeming positively deranged, “you couldn’t.”

You think you should be worried, but you’re so stunned with this development that your brain can’t keep up. Embarrassingly, you cum with a strangled sort of cry, your pussy clenching tight. He hisses through his teeth, fucks you through the high of your orgasm, and then falls with you, his own climax fast like a flash.

You’re panting in the aftermath. What just happened?

Scaramouche keeps you plugged with his cock for as long as he possibly can before he’s sliding out, flaccid and spent. For now, you suspect, for there will certainly be more later if your wits aren’t about you by then.

“Pill,” you mumble, voice hoarse from crying. You shake him, hoping he’ll climb off of you and get to it. “Scaraaa…”

Oddly, for someone who never shows any vulnerability, he clings. “We’ve got time. I’ll get it. Don’t worry.”

You don’t believe him. Not when his hand strays to your stomach. His palm brushes over the area once. He sighs, wholly satisfied.

“We’ve got time…”

Nine months of it, in fact. But that goes unspoken. If not today, there’s always tomorrow. You know he won’t rest until then. Neither will you. Your heart is too big, too soft, for that lonely stray cat, and part of you wonders if he knows that.

[vnards]

NSFW MAFIA!AU SNIPPET

Ghost pushes Johnny against the wall, all teeth. “You never know how to listen.” Ghost made his way down the scot’s neck, biting a bit more than necessary.

It didn’t matter. Johnny loved it.

“Aye did what aye did.” One of ghost’s gloved hands come up and cover Johnny’s throat.

“Shut up,”

A quick flash of a hand strikes against Johnny’s face. “Only words I want to be hearing from you is ‘yes’ and ‘sir’, are we clear?” Johnny hesitated with a smirk, but Ghost wasn’t having it. Another slap to his other cheek, “I said are we clear?” He rumbled.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” Ghost didn’t let up on the grip in his hair, “Now, Get on your knees and suck my dick.” He shoved Soap to his knees.

The Scot was still muttering curses as he begrudgedly started to undo his pants. Ghost was pissed, annoyed that a situation like that could even happen with him around. He needed to let a load off before he can even address having you down the hallway.

Another pair of hands wrap around Ghost's torso, the silky voice like a devil on his shoulder, “Do you need any help punishing Johnny boy?” Kyle teased.

Gears began to turn in Ghost's head. Johnny reveals his member as his pants slide down his hips. He has always been a considerable size, but there were never any complaints about it.

“I think Johnny does need to be taught to listen. You hear that, boy? Kyle is gonna help me tonight.” He punctuates his sentence by gripping his mohawk tighter.

Johnny pointedly ignores him as he gives him a few strokes before putting him in his mouth. Regardless how angry Soap was, he could not deny how much he loved Simon's cock in his mouth. He worked his way up and down his shaft, eager to take him all the way down his throat as an apology.

Ghost groans in pleasure as Kyle’s wandering hands continue downwards. He watches Kyle slide down to his knees next to Johnny who's eyes were already tearing up. The portrait the both of them make; on their knees, looking up at Ghost as the absolute unit that he is. Johnny's anger melts away as he sinks on his cock.

Adjusting his grip once more, Ghost begins to move his hips, shoving his dick further down his throat. “Take it.” He grits.

And Johnny's such a good boy.

Ghost uses his leverage against Johnny, using his throat roughly. Kyle's voice is teasing, almost sinister. “Johnny boy is just a little confused on who's in charge.”

Ghost hums in agreement, He leans his hand out, rubbing Kyle's cheek, “Why don't you help him out, Kyle?”

Kyle smiles, “Gladly.” He goes for his heavy balls, licking between them before sucking one into his mouth. Ghost's mood was increasingly getting better.

He throws his head back in pleasure, getting lost in the sensation of being serviced. Fantasies of you come forward, something that's been happening since he first met you. One your knees with the boys. He imagined your hand would be soft and gentle. Did you even know how to please a man? Ghost will teach you, he promised.

As the boys make quick work of his cock, all shiny with spit and standing to attention, Ghost starts getting impatient. Luckily, Kyle, the good boy he is, was already fingering his hole for Ghost to use. Another groan came from the boogeyman, “Such a good boy, Kyle. Knowing you're about to get fucked.” He thrusts in Johnny's throat particularly deep as he punctuates his sentence.

Johnny looked up at him with those baby blue eyes, silently pleading with him. “No,” Ghost states simply, “Bad boys don't get to get fucked.” He takes him off his cock, keeping him from diving back on. Johnny eventually listens.

Kyle undresses, always a tease as his curves always caught the eye of every passerby. His bubble butt so firm and supple. Ghost doesn't admit it often, but he loves Kyle's ass. He gives himself a few strokes as Kyle continues his show.

Still on his knees, Johnny kept trying to gain Ghost's attention. Ghost catches Soap's eye and he scolds him, “You could've gotten more than her hurt, Johnny.” Johnny's puppy dog eyes were not going to work today, “You can't be getting sloppy out there like you did tonight.”

Getting too close to being vulnerable, Ghost closes off, going back behind the mask he uses to stay seperated. Johnny knew there’d be no talking him out of this.

“Bend over, Kyle.” He does as he’s told, just like always. Ghost come up behind him and lines himself against his hole. He slips himself in and they both groan at the sensation.

Kyle never complained about his size, convincing Ghost he liked the burning stretch. Ghost pushed until their hips connected. Kyle starts to pant, “God, Simon, I-"

Ghost pulls back just to shove himself forward again, pressing Kyle's face into the wall. “Shut up.” Ghost was very demanding tonight, “Only thing I want to hear from you is permission to cum.”

Ghost starts up a brutal pace, focusing only on his pleasure after the shit night they had. Kyle bounces between the wall and a hard place, biting his lip to keep some of the noises down. You were only on the other side of the house after all. Ghost didn't care. His grunts and growls were only low enough for the party to hear him. Johnny was still on his knees, watching Kyle get fucked the way he loves being fucked.

His thrusts became heavier as he spoke, “God damn stubborn assholes you lot are.” The boogeyman found his grip on Kyle's hips and was able to fuck deeper into him. Kyle's pitch changed, an edge of a whine starting.

“That's it, boy, make those pretty noises for me.” The bulked man leaned his head back to bask in taking pleasure, bottoming out with heavy strokes as his ball draw closer and closer up.

“G-Ghost, sir…may I cum?”

Ghost decided to be mean, “No.” He whimpered. “Not until I do.”

That's when Ghost felt an extra pair of hands cupping his balls as they swung against Kyle's ass. Ghost grunted in surprise, the sensation doing nothing but driving his hips harder.

“I-I can't. I-" Kyle blubbered.

“Hold,” He commanded. He was close. He continued to pound away at Kyle's hole when he suddenly feels a finger slip into his own hole. “A-Ah!” It catches him by surprise, drawing his balls up and unloading into the smaller man.

Finally, Kyle was able to cum and he shivered and shuddered against Ghost's arms, his own cock spewing cum. Kyle's head lolled as he basked in the pleasure of his orgasm.

Spurting out a few more times, Ghost moves his hips absently, trying to cum as deep as he can. It satiates a deeper feeling in him, to mark them all. He wishes you'd let him mark you.

It took a few more moments for his breath to even, but he notices the very well known noise of Johnny stroking his cock. Ghost looks and sees the art Johnny makes.

He situated himself under Kyle, leaning back against the wall with Kyle's cum covering his bare chest and a few strings on his chin. Johnny is too blissed in pleasure to feel bad for stroking his needy cock, his pulsing need hot and ready.

Johnny makes eye contact with Ghost and that seems to be the thing that tips him over, his cock pulsing out strings of cum that land in tandem with Kyle's.

Johnny's orgasms are always a wonder to watch, his mouth agape and forehead creased. He was doing a great job keeping eye contact until they started rolling, the ends of his orgasm striking him with pleasure. The dazed glint afterward was always Ghost's favorite.

He allows a few more moments, feeling a bit winded himself, “You both need showers.” A chorus of moans started, “You're not going to see her covered in cum, Johnny.”

“But what if she likes it?” Ghost could hear his smirk.

“Johnny.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kyle helps Johnny to his feet and they give each other small kisses. Kyle takes in Johnny's tablaeu, “'s kinda hot.” He mutters.

Johnny turns over his shoulder, “told ye.”

Ghost ignored him and headed towards his own room in the safehouse. He was already pulling off his shirt as he stepped through the door. Now that he can think without his dick getting in the way, it was time to figure out what to actually do with you.

They couldn't kidnap you. Maybe. They shouldn't kidnap you.

But you couldn't go back to your every day. Not getting run up with them. As much as Ghost hates to admit it, you're a target right now and you need to protecting.

I can protect you.

It seemed to be settled in Ghost's mind. You're his pretty little doll, after all.

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ THE BIG CROCO BROTHER: CROCODILE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Being a father was not easy, imposing limits was necessary and no matter how cute his face was, that of the Crocodile's only son, he couldn't allow you to do whatever you wanted... Especially when you're running around with three deadly wild animals."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP! NON ROMANCE, Father and Son! Male reader! Child reader! Soft dad Crocodile! Cross guild! Savage animals (bananawani), the reader has a powerful man in his control (his own dad)

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : And here I'm again, trying to post again and idk, nothing much to say today, my mood is horrible and my life sucks, but here some family fluffy to see if that motivates me to write again. Also the names of the wani are terrible because my discord friends choose them lol hahahah blank/no pronouns/fem=block

Crocodile was listening to Mihawk talking about the latest news he had gotten on his last trip, Buggy was looking at some maps that his henchmen had given him and the lizard himself was looking at the management papers of that entire alliance. At least now it was working a little better and giving more profit than headaches, but Crocodile still refused to accept that a circus really had so many needs and needed such a big budget just for those pathetic shows... that clown was probably deceiving.

“FUCK!” Buggy shouted, making the dark-haired man snap out of his reverie and try to figure out what the shouting was about.

It was then that he saw a peculiar scene that had curiously been repeated a lot in the last few days. One of the baby bananawani was biting Buggy's leg, another seemed to be eager to eat the clown's colorful papers and the third and last was trying... no, he was begging for a lap to the strongest swordsman in the world who simply stared at him without reaction.

You see, being a parent is extremely difficult. Being a father and being a pirate with a young son and with Crocodile's current situation is even more so, he wouldn't want that to be the case but he really managed to be quite absent, he tried to make up for it by spoiling you and the problem was that he spoiled you a bit too much. You weren't a bad or rude child, but you simply faithfully believed that you could have the world at your feet if you asked your father nicely. Of course you could, but it wasn't good for your ego to be completely sure of it.

So, in a way of trying to teach you some good values like responsibility and any other nonsense, he left you in charge of taking care of three bananawani babies. You needed to feed them, take them out of the water tank, clean the tank, all the normal activities of a normal pet. With the difference that your pets were deadly creatures even as babies and were more than ready to rip off some arms for your protection.

“(Y/n), what did we talk about getting them out of the tank?” Crocodile sighed, this wasn't the first time the babies had wandered around the ship instead of being safe in their water tanks. He can still hear the cries of the henchmen who received unexpected bites because their pets were out of control.

“I’m sorry daddy” you said entering the room, you quickly went to the baby in Mihawk and picked him up. Not completely up since that single bananawani baby must have been heavier than you, so you just held him the best you could with his entire lower part dragging on the floor.

Buggy whimpered trying to pull the baby off his leg which only made him bite harder, causing the clown to scream again. Crocodile sighed and got up to help you deal with the mess.

“They’re still too young to wander around alone, they’ll just create trouble” he tried to convince you again.

“But... Miss Banana Split was sad” you said worriedly as you looked at the lizard in your arms who was smiling happily like a baby in his parents arms. Crocodile could feel Mihawk's eyes on him from the animal's name but he decided to ignore it.

“They are sweet animals, they don’t get sad” he tried to convince you, ruffling your hair.

“Of course they stay! Mr. Banana even whines!” You said with a huge hurt pout, heavens you really loved those animals...

“Look at feelings, I don’t know, but this pest is really hungry and is about to swallow my leg, so if you can have a father-son moment another time, I’d appreciate it!” Buggy screamed desperately, shaking his leg again, trying to free the animal, but in vain.

“Sorry, Mr. Buggy… Drake is eating too much these days…” you said, releasing the one in your arms and going to take the other one off the clown’s leg. Luckily the animal was happy to be picked up by you and easily released its prey.

“Drake?” Buffy looked at you perplexed, was that the fucking name you chose?

“Don’t you dare” Crocodile growled at him as if he could read his thoughts. It was a clear message, make my son ashamed of the names he chose and you will become real bananawani food.

“They like being close to you daddy” you said petting Drake who was rubbing against you, the other two cubs at Crocodile’s feet.

“Of course they do, I was there when they were born, that doesn't mean you can let them loose like that” he crouched down to your height “They're still cubs and without training, you won't find it fun if they actually eat someone's leg would you?” Crocodile would find it hilarious, but you were a good-hearted child so you just shook your head “See? So for now let’s keep them in the tank and teach them some tricks, if they can behave you can spend more time with them, okay?”

"Okay!" You smiled happily at the possibility of continuing the walk with your animals, without waiting any longer you picked up Drake and dragged him out of the room, followed by the other two animals.

Crocodile sighed, satisfied that you would obey him for now, at least this way he would stop hearing the clown crying.

“Drake? Seriously? What the fuck is that name? For a bananawani!” Buffy said shocked once you were far enough away, he wasn't even paying attention to the ruined maps.

“Shut up…” your father would also love to know where you got that name from but that was an answer that not even you had.

“I actually found Miss Banana Split quite charming” Mihawk said with a cocky grin at Crocodile who just snorted, getting annoyed. He didn't mind having a son as his weakness, but having that weakness exposed and made fun of was something he hadn't gotten used to yet.

“Go back to work” he said irritably, just wanting to pretend that none of that had happened.

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If Snow Decides to Fall

5. "No more simple."

Chapter Warnings: Heavy angst, pregnancy, explicit language, profanity, misogynistic language

Taglist (open): @marihoneywk

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He looked at himself in the mirror, listening to the water running in the bathroom. He had put his robe back on and tied it more securely around his waist than normal. With a numbed expression, he studied his features, analyzing his own character.

You had dropped a bomb, and he reacted poorly. The two of you were in the middle of a break in what had evolved into an argument. Things got overheated, unexpectedly so. You decided it would be best to pause for a little bit, take a shower, and come back in a calmer state - but this had to be discussed tonight.

Jimin's own face confused him. He hadn't done so much as utter Seoyeon's name in a long time. He was befuddled by how much hurt was apparently still inside him, as he was upset that somehow she'd come back to haunt him, driving a wrench between himself and the woman he adored more. In flashes, he saw all the signs she left while they were together, everything that should have told him what she was all about. The insatiable desire of hers to be known as his, more than happy to suck his wallet dry.

He saw their dates at those expensive restaurants, remembering how he snuck payment to the owners to keep them quiet. He remembered having to pay a nosy photographer off handsomely so that he wouldn't sell photos of them together, and her furious face when she learned he'd done so.

He had already agreed to take your relationship public someday when it became necessary, but so much of that had to do with the baby. Now, to hear you sound so jealous of the things he'd done with Seoyeon, a red alarm was blaring.

When your shower was complete, he was in the living room, sitting on the couch with some mindless television on. Your hair was wet and brushed out of your face, and you were in a hoodie and shorts.

You sat down next to him, playing with the hem of your ankle socks. Neither of you knew what to say at this point.

"So..." you said, "I'm sorry about how that went."

He let out a sigh, scratching his cheek gently, "Yeah, me too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Seoyeon sooner. She's not really a topic I engage."

"So I can gather." your voice was hushed as you hugged your knees to your chest.

Jimin dug for more words, "I'm also sorry that I haven't shown the side to you that I did to her. You know, the dating side. I understand now that it's probably strange for us to move in together when we haven't even been on a real date. You aren't crazy for wanting that."

You nodded, "And you aren't crazy for wanting to avoid past hurt. I can see why you're hesitant. I'm not mad that you have an ex, but she was serious and you broke up right before we met. That's a lot to digest, Jimin. Either way, I shouldn't have made you feel like you're a bad boyfriend for it. And regarding the dating stuff, I know I shouldn't expect typical boyfriend treatment from you, especially if you've been burned before for trying. It's just, my parents said something to me when they were at my apartment. They pointed out that there has been no real action for us going public. We've said we will, but haven't really moved forward with any plan. Pile you asking me to move in, and then all of this new information on top of it, and I felt the doubt creep in."

"I understand," he said, "I just want you to know it's not because I don't love you. It's because I love you. It's because I love this."

You felt the hurt and anger rise again. A spiteful, petty woman inside you reared her head.

"You love keeping me confined in your apartment?"

You regretted it the second you said it, but it was too late. Now the man next to you had to try to compress his irritation. He looked down, features tight with displeasure, "I told you, I don't relish hiding you."

"You just said you loved this."

Jimin sprung off the couch, making you jolt a little. He put his hands behind his head. Here you both went again.

"I mean our relationship, Y/N. Jesus Christ..."

"Well sorry, but you're sending mixed messages," your tone was sharper now, "You say you don't want to keep us a secret, but you love our relationship as it is. Both can't be true."

He groaned, turning his back to you, "They can, actually."

Your eyes rolled, "How, Jimin?"

"Because I love the relationship that doesn't subject you to scorn and hate. Because I love the relationship where we have privacy and freedom."

You were nearly speechless until you let out a mocking laugh, "Freedom?! This is freedom to you?! Every waking moment of our lives when we are outside this apartment is an act of theater! Did you know that I don't let myself laugh at your jokes at work? I don't even let myself look at you most of the time out of fear that someone will notice and-"

"And what?!" Jimin turned back to face you, eyes daring you to continue down that road, "Catch us? Because you'll get fired if they do? What an excellent point! God, do you have amnesia or something? How have you forgotten about that?!"

"I haven't."

"Well it sure seems like you have," he seethed, "It seems like you've disregarded every good reason to have conducted ourselves the way we have, Y/N. I won't be the bad guy for taking actions we both agreed on when this whole thing started! Actions that protect you!"

Both of you had shreds of self-awareness remaining, and knew deep down that this argument was becoming asinine. Neither of your points was without contradiction. Unfortunately, grown adults could still behave like children, and you dug yourself deeper into the hole.

You were steaming, "What happened to being sorry that you haven't shown me your 'dating side'?!"

"What happened to not expecting me to be able to treat you like a normal girlfriend?!"

You were both quiet for a moment. Your heads were swirling. Everything was muddled and you didn't know if you'd be able to resolve this tonight. Once more, the conversation had taken an ugly turn.

You fought back tears, whispering, "I don't, because I'm more than your girlfriend. I-I'm the mother of your child. That's my point. And if that's not enough for you to let go of this...this reflexive fear you have because of someone else's wrongdoing, then I don't know what else to do."

"But I am going to let go of it someday," his tone also softened, "You're acting like I've gone back on my word."

"No, I know we are still going to go public. We don't have a choice in all of that, as we have said many times before. I guess...I just wish you'd want it a little," you allowed a couple of tears to roll, "I know you didn't want it with Seoyeon either, but at least you were willing to take a risk for her. I'm already going to lose my job and who knows what else. I would feel better if I knew you weren't just doing it for the baby's sake. Do you ever want people to know about me?"

You ached for him to tell you that he loved you and wanted the world to know. That he wasn't embarrassed by you, that he would be glad for everyone to know he was with you. If only words like that would fall from his lips.

Jimin sighed, muscles loosening, "It's not that simple, Y/N."

It felt like a punch to your gut. You licked your lips to cope and prevent the shedding of more tears, drawing a deep breath into your chest, "No more simple. That's been the story of my life lately."

You then turned around, grabbed your purse, and left.

*3 weeks later*

You walked into your office to find a small bunch of pink and blue balloons tied on the back of your chair. On your desk was a card. After putting your things down, you went to read it. A sweet congratulatory message was on the inside and a gift card to a baby store, with signatures from everyone in the office. You told all of your other co-workers recently, and it appeared they got you something to celebrate. It made you smile, putting your hand on your belly, which had just begun to expand past your hips. Your smiles had been few and far between ever since that strange and troubling night, as had communication between the two of you.

His words were barreling through your mind. You and Jimin had never fought before, and clearly, neither of you knew where to begin the patch-up. The notion of moving in together was on hold, and it seemed like everything else was too. He was checking in with you once or twice a week, but you hadn't seen him since. The relationship was shaken, and it felt dreary. You'd grown to realize how big of a gap was left in your week without seeing him, laughing with him, loving with him.

Chaeyoung ducked her head into your office, "Hey! Do you like your surprise?"

You nodded, forcing a wider grin, "It's so sweet, thank you."

"Well, come on," she said, opening your door wider, "I know you're pregnant and all, so you've been getting here a little later than normal, but the guys have an in-house shoot today. And by today, I mean right now."

Your stomach dropped, "Oh, that's today?! Shit, give me a second."

You grabbed your water bottle and took your prenatal vitamin. Your colleague found it amusing, recalling what it was like to be at the stage you were. Pregnancy brain was real.

The two of you wheeled up the garment racks, pushing them into the elevator, as usual. You felt horrible for not only forgetting about the photo shoot but also what looks had been planned for it. You were essentially going in blind.

When you entered the right studio, the guys were already in there. Even Jimin was on-time. The program of events was the same as always. They needed to come to grab their garment bags once out of hair and makeup, and then you and Chaeyoung would take care of the rest.

The camera crew greeted you both, but seemed especially upbeat when they saw you. One of them, a man named Jongsu, came up to you with a bouquet of flowers and a small gift bag.

"Congratulations, Y/N!" he beamed at you. The other members of the crew either applauded or gave some cheers. You looked around at their beaming faces.

Wanting you to enjoy this moment, Chaeyoung took hold of the rack you were pushing and pulled it along behind her, freeing up your hands to receive these gifts.

You smiled and shook your head as both object were placed in your hands, "Thank you all so much. You didn't have to do this, really."

"Open it!" one of them said.

You set the flowers down gently on a folding table behind you. Navigating your hand through the white tissue paper in the bag, you located the object and pulled it, or them, out.

It was a pair of white knitted baby boots, so tiny that it made you gush, "Oh my gosh, these are so cute!"

They were so little. It gave your heart respite, a moment to let go of all stress and simply imagine the feet that would someday fill these shoes. Your winter baby.

The crew laughed at your response, glad that you liked them. Jongsu gestured to the little shoes, "We heard you're due in January. The little guy or girl needs some warm boots."

"Thank you," you giggled, "These are just precious. I love them."

Meanwhile, Chaeyoung approached the members. It appeared like all of them were finished with hair and makeup already, and were good to go and change. She nodded at the group, "Hey guys."

"Morning." they all greeted her back.

Jimin was focused on you, chatting with Jongsu near the door from which you came. He had watched you open the gift. Chaeyoung caught notice of his seemingly puzzled stare, looking back at you as well.

She then turned her head back to the members and smiled. She figured that he was confused by the sight, unaware of your circumstance, "Haven't you all heard? Y/N's pregnant."

For a split second, they looked at each other. Jimin couldn't pull his eyes off you. Once his friends all began to act happily surprised at the news, he followed suit. It felt mind-blowingly stupid to him. That was his child, and now he was having to blatantly pretend it wasn't.

"T-That's wonderful!" Hoseok chuckled, "We should get her a little something too, right guys?"

For once in the past couple of weeks, Namjoon and Jimin were united in something - they both shot him stern looks.

"Uh, yeah!" Jungkook replied enthusiastically, "We should. Maybe a baby-sized Army bomb or something."

Chaeyoung laughed, "Do we even make those?"

"Do we make what?" your voice quickly approached behind her. You couldn't help but lock eyes with Jimin instantly, but you made every effort not to look too long. If you were both being honest, you were the one who had been more standoffish over the past couple of weeks. You were too hurt by the disregard he showed you that night.

If it was up to him, the two of you would have talked it through and hopefully made up by now.

Even though he assumed you didn't feel this way, your appearance was glowy. Your skin was radiant, your hair looked soft and lush, and your eyes were bright.

He'd been reeling since the argument, just as you were, but he had missed you. The words you spoke that night echoed, pricking him like needles. While the comments still upset him, the stint of time without you had taken its toll. He contemplated your points and started to come around to understanding them. Slowly, the fire he felt was disappearing, replacing itself with guilt and a longing to fix this.

Chaeyoung answered your question, snapping him out of his own thoughts, “Oh nothing. I hope you don’t mind, but I was just telling them about your happy news.”

“Yes,” Taehyung gave you a knowing look, persuading you to play along, “Congratulations, Y/N.”

Jin added, “Yeah, congrats. We’re very excited for you.”

The others joined in, including the father of your child.

He looked at you with sullen, troubled eyes. The makeup around them made his expression even more exaggerated, making something inside you begin to hurt, "Congratulations, Y/N..."

You could tell that the guys felt it too. Some of them glanced at their fellow member with concern, while others looked down at the floor. It had always felt bizarre to pretend in front of people at work, but this was on another level.

You feigned a flattered expression, “Thank you all.”

“Oh!” you colleague squealed towards you, eyes fixed on your abdomen, “You’re starting to show!”

Now was not the time for this.

You looked down at your slightly distended belly and put your hand over it. Part of you wished you were wearing something looser or a cardigan so that you could conceal it from their view. You felt Jimin’s eyes burning through you, and this time you couldn’t bear the awkwardness of looking at him. Suddenly you felt a spasm of remorse for not coming around sooner. If only you had, this special moment of seeing your bump for the first time wouldn't have been tainted.

“Y-Yeah," you said, "Just recently."

He felt like he could have thrown up. There it was - the thing he’d been looking forward to seeing for weeks. Your belly had finally popped, and he couldn’t even celebrate it with you.

Chaeyoung clapped her hands once, “Right, well, you boys go get dressed.”

They all went along with it, Jungkook having to nudge Jimin to get him to move. He couldn’t pull his eyes off your belly, as if he was in a trance. The youngest member touched his lower back to urge him forward. Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag off one of the racks and went with the rest of them.

All of the guys wound up in the same private dressing room to strip down. Jimin removed his shirt, while the others cautiously watched him. He looked totally zoned out.

They knew that the two of you had an argument and what it was about. To say the least, it only cemented Namjoon's low opinion of you and the situation. In the minds of the others, they could empathize with both sides. They knew damn well why Jimin was hesitant to make the same mistakes he made with Seoyeon, but they could also understand how it must have felt for you to discover that. Still, they had no idea that he had asked you to move in with him - Jimin wasn't ready to accept even more backlash from the group leader.

"That was weird." Yoongi said, hoping it would get him to talk.

"Yeah," Jimin muttered, "It was."

Most of them had no idea what they could do. They didn't know if this was the time to support their friend or encourage a resolution to this conflict. Namjoon was biting his tongue. He wanted to let his thoughts loose again. What he had thought about you before was only emboldened now that this argument had occurred.

Always one to try to concentrate on the bright side of things, Hoseok offered Jimin a soft grin, "Hey, at least she looks healthy, right? She's popped exactly on schedule."

The others gave him perplexed expressions. Jimin's was the most pronounced, "How in the world would you know that?"

"My sister's been through this," he shrugged, "Plus I have a girlfriend who is childbearing age. Women love to talk about this stuff and I'm a good listener. Sue me."

"And those little boots they gave her," Taehyung put his hands over his chest, "They're so cute."

Jimin scoffed, "How is making comments like that helpful right now?"

The room was quiet now, minus the sound of zippers and fabrics brushing against skin. They knew he had more to say.

Eventually, he went on, "I feel so fucking useless. What kind of a man am I? She's out there having everyone think that she got knocked up by some other guy that no one's ever heard of."

"I mean...No one is treating her poorly because of it." Jungkook said.

"That's not the point," he sighed, "The point is that's my kid. And she's my girlfriend."

"I'm sorry, I can't take this anymore," Jin rolled his eyes as he pulled on his chosen shirt, "The fact that you've gone this long without making up is ridiculous and it's unlike you. If your masculine pride is hurt, then take charge and go fucking talk to her."

The group was surprised by the slight outburst of their oldest brother, but most agreed with the sentiment behind his words. Their patience with this was getting thready, if they were all honest. This cohort of men never enjoyed drama, and lately, nearly all of it was centered around this one relationship.

"She doesn't seem to want to talk to me," Jimin argued back, "She barely gives any response to the texts I've sent her. I won't force her to talk if she doesn't want to."

"Fine." Jin briskly walked up to the younger man and snatched his garment bag right out of his grasp, “Then I will.”

He pulled out Jimin's black button-up, which was supposed to be worn under a burgundy jacket. Holding it up in front of him by the hanger, Jin pinched one of the top buttons between his fingers and snapped it off. The button fell to the floor with a soft tap, the threads hanging.

Jimin was aggravated but lacked the energy to show it in full force. He inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose, pursing his lips together, “And please tell me what the fuck that was for?”

The oldest member chuckled, bending over to retrieve the button and placing it in his hand, "You'll thank me later. Now hurry up. You have to get that fixed now if we want to start on time."

In a gust of irritation, he took the shirt from his hand. He got the rest of his outfit on and retrieved his burgundy jacket before making his way back into the studio.

Once he was out of the changing room, the rest of the boys shared a laugh.

"Jeez, that was unusually direct of you, hyung." Yoongi smirked, zipping up his black boots.

Jin shrugged, "Needed to be done. They have to get their shit together."

"I feel horrible for the tough circumstances they are facing, but I agree," Jungkook added, zipping up his pants, "She's already in the second trimester. They need to figure out the next steps."

"Maybe it's time for us to step in too," Hoseok mentioned, "I said a while ago that it would be nice for Y/N to get better acquainted with us and the other girlfriends. I think it would help her a lot. Both of them, actually. They need to feel like they have a circle of friends to lean on. As a couple."

The photographer was adjusting the lighting and taking test shots, and the makeup crew was cleaning up their space.

Namjoon was getting his jacket lint rolled by Chaeyoung to ensure everything looked perfect. The man had a knot inside him. He was glancing at you every once in a while. If he didn't think it would ruin his friendship with Jimin and throw their lives into turmoil, he could have outed you there and then.

The stylist took note of his warring expression, "What is it?"

The leader realized he had to compose himself, "Nothing, just surprised about Y/N's news. It's wonderful, though."

"Isn't it?" Chaeyoung giggled, "If I'm being honest, I was slightly concerned at first. As her friend, I want to make sure she's taken care of. I trust that you'll keep this to yourself, but the father isn't necessarily a serious partner as of now. That worried me at first, but then she told me that the father is very affluent. She'll be able to manage, with a nice supply of child support."

The world went red for Namjoon, "Oh she told you that, did she?"

The woman was perplexed, ceasing the lint rolling for a moment, "Yes...is it such a wrong thing?"

"Not at all," he seethed internally, "That's comforting, actually. Y/N shouldn't have to deal with the strain of raising a child on a single income."

Not that he had any doubt before this revelation, but now he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't inform Jimin about this. Now, you were speaking of your relationship to others, behind his back. it didn't matter if you were telling people the truth about this baby's parentage - you were disclosing about wealth. As far as he knew, you would soon let the secret out yourself. Namjoon had to put an end to this.

You were a safe distance away from the two of them. As soon as you heard the door of the changing room open and close, your gaze naturally trained in that direction. Much to your dismay, Jimin was shirtless. Both his shirt and jacket were draped over his forearm as she approached you with a certain diffidence on his face. You were the only one who could fix what Jin had done fast enough.

He stood before you, averting eye contact, "It appears I have a wardrobe malfunction for you to deal with."

Trying to be cordial, you nodded, "What is it?"

"A shirt button."

You hummed in understanding and took his black shirt from him. Jimin could have stayed behind while you walked away to perform your work. He could have simply struck up a conversation with another staff member, but he followed you anyway. Perhaps a small piece of him was grateful for the excuse provided by Jin to speak with you.

You walked to the other end of the spacious room and sat down at one of the folding tables, getting your supplies out from your waist pouch. As you examined the problem area, Jimin stood next to you.

"This was ripped off," you observed, "The thread is broken right here in the middle. Did you...?"

You glanced at him, but then you were given a stark reminder that he was shirtless and looked away. You'd seem all of them shirtless during times like this, but it was different.

Jimin cautiously confirmed your assumption, answering you with a quiet voice, "Yeah, it was done on purpose. But it was Jin, not me."

You casually checked your surroundings. No one was within earshot. You weren't oblivious - you knew why Jin would do that.

"This feels familiar, doesn't it?" you sighed, threading your needle.

He seemed clueless, saying nothing.

You smirked a little with a shake of your head, keeping your eyes on the sewing task, "This is how you and I met. Me re-attaching a button to your shirt. It was in this same studio, at this same table."

Jimin remembered. He was taken back to that day when you'd managed to turn his life anew, after such devastation. Then the past year played in his mind, so many moments with you. All the sneaking around at work, the relentless fucking, the blooming feelings of love, the coffee in the mornings after.

And now, that same woman was here, with a growing belly full of his child. Two people that he couldn't acknowledge in front of the world. It felt criminal now.

He pulled up a chair so he could sit next to you. Careful to use a low volume once more, he offered you his sincerest eyes, "Y/N, I-"

"Hey, Y/N, hurry up with that! We're about ready over here!" Chaeyoung called to you.

You looked back at her, "Okay, one minute!"

Your eyes landed on him before returning to sewing. You weren’t entirely keen on having this conversation here.

“Jimin, not right now.” you mumbled.

His spirits were let down, but he could understand. He cleared his throat and offered you a soft grin, “That’s okay. I just wanted to tell you that…”

You looped your thread through for the last time, fastening the button back in its place, waiting for him to finish his sentence. But he didn’t. He just trailed off. When you looked at him hesitantly, you saw his gaze fixed on your belly again. It was a pained, longing gleam in his eyes.

Before you could ask him to finish, he appeared to snap out of it, “That those little boots you got from the crew are really cute.”

You gave a tiny smile, and his got bigger. At last, an ounce of unity. Then both of you broke into a mutual, subdued laugh. Despite everything, you couldn’t help it. His expression was adorable and, well, he was absolutely right.

“I agree,” you said, lowering your voice even more, “Our baby’s first present.”

Then you handed him his shirt back, good as new. He put it on while you held the jacket. When he was ready for the outer layer, you positioned it behind him, holding it up so all he had to do was slip his arms through.

“Thank you,” he said, giving the lapels a good tug, “Good?”

You gently giggled at how he was extending his arms outward, showcasing the outfit, “I’m satisfied.”

Jimin could have made a dirty joke there, but decided against it. As the two of you began to walk back to the group in the middle of the room, he realized he needed to say something, and fast. Otherwise, he didn’t know the next time he’d see you in person.

He muttered in your ear, “I want to talk.”

You sighed, giving in. You were still offended, but it couldn’t go on like this. Things were progressing inside your belly. It was time to suck it up and come back to the discussion.

“I do too…your place I assume?”

He could have easily agreed to that. It was the only practical option either of you had known thus far, but this conflict proved that things had to change. Not in the months ahead, but now.

“No,” he said, “Give me the rest of the day to make arrangements. I’ll text you the time and come pick you up.”

“What?”

He smirked, walking ahead of you. This conversation had to end now that you were almost back in the circle. Briefly, Jimin turned around and whispered, “Just trust me.”

The shoot was over, and the members were changing back into their everyday clothes. Namjoon was watching Jimin, pacing himself so that he was getting dressed at the same time. He knew that the younger man would be one of the last to leave the room, and he wanted to time it precisely.

Sure enough, things unraveled how he predicted. When Taehyung exited the dressing room, it was just the two of them. Jimin became exponentially less easy. They'd hardly spoken since the leader's harsh reaction to the unexpected.

Namjoon let out a breath and spoke calmly, "I think you and I need to talk."

"I don't want to right now," Jimin spat, "I need to settle things with my girlfriend first. My relationship with her matters a whole lot more than this."

The older of the two closed his eyes. Remaining rational had to be the priority, "I understand and I agree. Your relationship with the mother of your child has to come first...I just want you to have a full view of what that relationship is."

Jimin chuckled out of astoundment. He could only shake his head as he laced up his sneakers, "You're unbelievable."

"I care about you," he pleaded, "That's what this is. I never want to see you hurt."

Jimin's Adam's apple was exposed as he tilted his head up, face directed at the ceiling as he groaned. As ticked off as he was, he k knew Namjoon was well-intended. It didn't amend the words that were exchanged, though. His head then fell frontward to the floor for a moment as he struggled to find the right words.

"I know you care, Joonie," he sighed, "But this isn't the right way to care. You insulted me, and you were way over the line about her. Your words were so hurtful that I haven't dared to even share them with Y/N. It would devastate her."

Namjoon wiped his palms down his face in aggravation, "After this fight you've had with her, you still don't see it? Surely you must."

He was losing the little patience he had, "I might have been more upset with her weeks ago, but I don't feel the same anymore. Her reasons are completely different from Seoyeon's. This whole thing confuses me, Namjoon. You're an empathetic, smart guy. How can you possibly judge this situation to be the same?"

He would regret saying these next words, but Jimin had a right to know everything. As an older brother and a leader, he needed to bite the bullet.

"Y/N has disclosed that the baby's father is rich."

Again, the younger could only chuckle, "What are you talking about?"

Namjoon lowered his voice, approaching the door so he could lock it, "Chaeyoung told me. She said Y/N described the father as a very affluent man, which will help her financially."

"That's...unfortunate."

The lock clicked into place.

"Unfortunate? That's all? It doesn't worry you that she's out there exposing some of the truth? A truth which, lest we all forget, benefits her massively?"

"You know her well enough to know that she wouldn't mean it like that!" Jimin snapped. He couldn't tolerate this narrative of you having nefarious intentions any longer.

"I know you well enough to know that you didn't catch things like this last time!" Namjoon growled, "You might love her, but the record shows that you don't always love what's good for you, Jimin."

He paused. This conversation was over. He had more important matters to attend to, and he wasn't going to commit any more energy to this.

"That may be true," Jimin's tone became much more docile, "And I believe I have learned from my past misjudgments, but you're right. I should be wary of people who bring negativity into my life, under the false guise of love. So now I have no choice but to be wary of you."

Namjoon felt his chest tighten, "No, you need to listen to-"

"Until you come to your senses, our friendship is on hiatus...I guess it's been that way for weeks, but I'm officially drawing a line. I'm done trying to make you see it my way and I can't spend any more energy on it." he started towards the door.

"Jimin, you're going to get hurt again."

Hand on the doorknob, he didn't even look back, "I hope you change your mind."

You stepped out of your apartment complex wearing the attire Jimin suggested you wear. Your stomach in a mixed recipe of thrill and anxiety, you smoothed your hands over the silky printed fabric of your dress. It had a cream and pink floral pattern on it, with thin straps and a cowl neckline. It came down to your knees, cut upward at one side by a slit. This was one of the only dresses in your wardrobe that still fit you comfortably, the material nice and stretchy.

Your feet were a bit swollen, but you had still managed to get yourself into your trusty nude heels. They clicked on the pavement below as a warm August breeze swept the streets.

The sun was setting, creating orange and pink hues on the shiny cars that were driving by. You had been told to look for a large black SUV with blacked-out windows. Indeed, one was parked on the curb. You were almost positive that this was the right one. Then, you received a text from Jimin confirming it.

He was waiting for you in the back seat, as you assumed. Jimin didn't own a car this large, so you predicted that he'd asked one of their drivers to take you. Typically, the driver would exit the car to open the door for you, but tonight obviously called for more discretion.

Your boyfriend was in a white linen button-up, appropriate for the summer heat. In his usual fashion, he left a couple of buttons undone at the top. His pants were navy blue with an athletic cut. You had no idea if it was what he was going for, but he looked like any other boyfriend, taking his woman to dinner. It brought a smile to your face.

"Hi." you said.

"Hey, beautiful." Jimin greeted you.

Once you were situated in the seat, you closed the door.

"This is Wonshik. He drives us frequently," he said, reaching forward to pat the driver on the back playfully, "Wonshik, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."

You were pleasantly shocked and somewhat petrified at his nonchalant recognition of you. He said the words as if he’d said them a million times before.

Wonshik looked back at you and flashed you a warm grin, "I'm delighted to meet you, Y/N."

"You too." you nodded.

Jimin detected your nerves and took your hand as the car pulled away from the curb. He gave it a reassuring squeeze. His toothless smile resting beneath a pair of twinkling brown eyes was so gorgeous that it made some of your apprehension dissipate. Expressions like this were part of Jimin’s language repertoire. He could say such beautiful things nonverbally.

There was still a conversation to be had, but he had already won back a piece of your forgiveness.

You smiled back at him, “Are you going to tell me where we are going all dressed up?”

“Just a quaint little place I know.”

It wasn’t a quaint little place. It turned out to be a one of the most reputable and exclusive restaurants in Seoul, called Cherry Tree. This establishment only took reservations, and was booked months in advance.

When you pulled up to it, you were dumbfounded, “Here?”

He grinned and handed you a face mask, “Put this on. I know it’s not ideal, and I promise you won’t always have to wear one when we do things like this. Just until we get to our room to take it off.”

“Our room?”

Jimin chuckled, “You’ll see. Just put it on, baby.”

You looped the elastic strings around your ears and spread the mask over your face, as wide as it could go.

Jimin put on a beige fedora with a wide brim that shaded over his eyes. With his own mask on, his entire face was nearly concealed.

You laughed, “I’ve never seen you wear a hat like that.”

You couldn’t see his mouth, but his eyes squinted as a sign of his good humor, “It’s Taehyung’s. Being unrecognizable is the whole point, so I couldn’t wear one of my bucket hats.”

You giggled again. It totally looked like something Taehyung would wear.

Then Jimin spoke to Wonshik, “Do they know we’re here?”

“Just texted their private line,” he responded, “The manager should be waiting to escort you.”

“Thanks, I will text you when we are finished,” he then turned to you once more, “Ready?”

You nodded.

He unbuckled himself, “It might sound silly, but walk behind me to the doors. When we get inside, the manager will take us up and we will be free from any prying eyes. Just don’t look around and people will mind their own business.”

You were timid for a moment, “O-Okay…”

You felt so ridiculous. This is what you’d wanted, yet now you were scared.

Jimin pulled down his mask, letting it rest scrunched up on his chin. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, “It’s fine. I know Hobi has taken his girlfriend here before and no one batted an eye. I’ll explain more in a bit, but this place is used to idols dining here.”

You put your full trust in him, following shortly behind him out of the car after thanking the driver. It was fully hitting you as you approached the doors - you were on a date with Park Jimin.

Once inside, the bustle of the street was totally drowned out. You were in an illustrious foyer. What appeared to be the main dining room was off to the right, but you were careful not to look too long, as Jimin recommended. The staff walking in and out of the area were all finely dressed, cordial and proper. In the background, lovely live piano music was being performed.

A man in a classic black suit stood slightly to the left of the front desk, approaching as he saw both of you enter.

The men shook hands and graciously bowed to one another. He introduced himself to you before turning and leading you to the left, where a set of marble stairs existed. The railing was trimmed with gold and cool to the touch as you ascended to the next floor.

Jimin heard your heels clicking against the shiny, potentially slippery stairs. To ensure your safety, he positioned himself slightly behind you, hand on the small of your back. It was the first time he had ever touched you like this in a public setting, filling you with a buzz you'd never felt before. You felt like a real girlfriend, simply feeling his hand on you.

"Careful, sweetheart." he muttered ever so gently in your ear.

You felt like a fool, blushing at the most basic gestures and words, when you should have been holding a grudge against him for the things he had yet to apologize for. At least no one could see how flushed you were.

Once at the top of the stairs, the manager led you through a hallway unlike anything you'd ever seen at a restaurant. There was no common dining floor filled with people - only doors with numbers on them. They were all private dining rooms.

The manager came upon the number eight, "Your reserved space. Please enjoy."

You both smiled and thanked him as he opened the door for you both. He let you know that your dinner would be served in a little while, before closing the door behind you.

The room was intimate, perfectly sized for a party of two yet not cramped. The lighting was dim over a square table, the surface of which was overlayed with a white cloth. A couple of tealights were aglow on the table.

Jimin removed his hat and mask, so you did the same. You were smiling back and forth between him and the setting. The emblem of a romantic dinner.

He kissed your cheek and chuckled, "Did I do well?"

"It's beautiful," you said, "I have no idea how you pulled it off. This place gets booked out months ahead, doesn't it?"

"It does, but there are strings that can be pulled. Like I said, they are used to hosting idols here."

You continued to walk about the room, running your fingers on the back of one of the chairs, "Then how come there aren't photographers? If I was a member of the press, I'd probably stake out front, waiting to catch someone."

He smirked, making his way over to you with a sauntering gait. That look in his eye was all too familiar, all too melting. You set both hands on the back of the chair now, haphazardly gliding them over the smooth wood side to side, gaze fixed downward. You didn't want to become putty in his hands right now. You were here to have an adult discussion.

Jimin was behind you now, resting his chin on your shoulder, "There aren't photographers because the owners of the restaurant take care of people like me. Like us. They go above and beyond to make sure it's all private, for a certain price of course. And they never sell us out to the media."

"Because they know they can keep making a ton of money if they continue hosting idols discreetly." you said.

He hummed and kissed your cheek again, "Exactly."

You turned your head to one side, dodging any further pecks. Though you were grateful for this huge gesture, you still needed to talk.

"Aren't you going to be a gentleman and pull my chair out for me?"

Jimin chuckled, "Only if you do me one quick favor."

"What's that?"

"Let me feel my baby."

You halted. As much as you wanted to keep some pragmatism, you recalled being in the studio earlier, and how badly he looked like he wanted to feel your tiny bump. He had told you multiple times how much he was anticipating it, eager to see the physical signs of his child growing. You weren't about to deny this innocent and wholesome request.

With a soft smile, you turned around. Your faces were inches apart, both of you looking down at your abdomen. Jimin adored this dress on you. The cut of it was straight, accentuating your assets without suffocating your frame. The sheeny fabric showed off the swell beautifully.

His grin was endearing, "Look at that."

You giggled, "I thought you wanted to feel it."

"I do," he chuckled softly, "But now for some reason I'm nervous."

"Why? You’ve felt it before.”

"Yeah, but now it’s…there.”

Your lips pursed for a moment as you sighed through your nose. Then, they formed a gentle smile again. Your hand wrapped around his wrist below, slowly guiding it towards its destination. He had no idea why, but his heart was thumping. It was a bigger deal to him than he could have foreseen.

First his knuckle brushed against your tummy, then his veiny hand fanned out. His palm cupped the area. You were warm, your belly soft and pliable.

Jimin’s smile broke out all at once. He laughed a little bit, coming up with no words to say. You soaked in the moment.

"It's so strange but so amazing," he said, voice hushed in an awestruck state, "A person is being made in there."

Then there was a series of two knocks on the door, startling you both into immediate separation. Although the point of being here was so that you wouldn’t have to pretend, neither of you were willing to risk anyone suspecting anything about this pregnancy.

In came a waiter, carting two dishes. It was then that Jimin pulled out your chair for you, saying, “A deal’s a deal.”

A lovely dinner was placed in front of you. You had no idea that the food was ordered ahead of time, but you didn’t mind in the least. Your boyfriend knew your appetite very well, and you had no complaints. He ordered galbijjim for both of you, and it was the best you’d ever tasted.

Shortly, it was just the two of you again, eating contently.

“This is all so nice, Jimin,” you said in between bites, “Thank you…But when we fought, you seemed against the notion of something like this. What changed your mind?”

He refreshed himself with a swig of water, “Honestly, I was slowly coming around to it over the past few weeks. And then this morning when we had to put on the show for everyone, it killed me. For the first time, it was actually unbearable."

"I agree," your tone was downtrodden, "I know we will likely need to keep doing that for a while, but it was so strange. And I'm so sorry you had to find out about my bump the way you did. I could tell it pained you."

Jimin's face fell, "That wasn't your fault, but it did. Not as much as having to congratulate you, though. It felt like a betrayal of you and the baby, like I was disowning you or something. I'm sorry."

You offered him a weak, sad smile, "That wasn't your fault. It was both of ours. All of it. That's why we need to figure this out, for real this time."

He took his napkin and dabbed his lips a few times, "Right. If it's okay, I want to start by explaining something I said during our fight."

You nodded.

"When you asked if I ever want people to know about you, I said it isn't that simple," he began, "Let me tell you why."

Again, you gave him a feeble grin, "In my reflection, I know what you meant by that. You love me and don't want me to get hurt. I get it."

"No," Jimin's expression was frank, "No, I don't think you do, Y/N. I don't want to scare you, but it will be beyond your imagination. There will be many who accept you, but we as people can't help but focus on the ones who don't. It will feel like the entire world is against you. Millions of people you don't know will suddenly have an opinion of you. Rumors of all kinds will fly around and you won't be able to control them. It's unfathomable to anyone who hasn't been through it. I have, and I don't want to put you through that, let alone our child."

He paused for a moment after mentioning the baby. You let the sentiment absorb. It was heavy.

"That's not to say we shouldn't because ultimately it's best for all of us," he continued, "But that's the reasoning. I can't handle the idea of you suffering what I've suffered over the years."

“Thank you for saying that. I know you want to protect me…us. I know that’s what underlies all of the points you were making during our argument, but please don’t deny that there’s another reason, Jimin.” you sighed, rehashing the topic that started it all.

Much to your pleasant surprise, he addressed it right away, “I don’t deny it. Seoyeon hurt me badly and when you brought her up so suddenly I was alarmed. You were echoing some of the same things she’d say.”

“I know I was,” you admitted, “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. You don’t have the same bad intentions she did and I was wrong to draw that parallel. I think I was just shocked we were even talking about her.”

“Well…you could have told me yourself.”

He nodded, “I know. I should have, because I can see how my lack of transparency left a bad taste in your mouth. I don’t have an excuse for that. And in the spirit of transparency, there’s something I think you ought to know.”

Your heart dipped low. You assumed it had something to do with his ex, and goodness knows another revelation in that regard wouldn’t be pleasant.

“Oh no, what is it?”

“It’s nothing I want you to be concerned with, but at the same time, this conversation has made me feel like you deserve to know,” he said, clearing this throat, “Well, it’s about Namjoon. He’s, um, not particularly keen on all of this.”

You put your utensils down. The look on your face took a piece of his resolve away.

“I see…” you muttered, looking anywhere but his eyes, “And would his opposition have anything to do with the things we just talked about?”

You weren’t clueless. You could put the pieces together. He thought you were just another version of her.

Reluctantly, Jimin nodded, “I think it’s a part of the reason why I reacted so strongly to you bringing up Seoyeon. His words were in my head in a moment of weakness. But he doesn’t know anything, and I’ve distanced myself from him for the time being.”

“Wow…okay...” you drifted, “Does he think I’m after money and fame?”

He recalled his skirmish with him earlier, and scowled, “He doesn’t know anything.”

His non-answer was all the confirmation you needed. You were bothered, to say the least. To know that one of his closest friends had such a low view of you was a tough pill to swallow.

“Well then,” you took a sip of water, attempting to spackle on a brave face, “I hope you guys are able to patch things up. Maybe I can talk to him.”

Jimin shook his head, crossing his arms, “Like I said, it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with. Just focus on your own wellbeing. That matters more to me than anything he has to say or think.”

You laid the issue to rest for the time being, accepting it quietly. It was clearly going to put your boyfriend in a tizzy and it wasn’t the topic meant to be discussed thus evening.

“Then I won’t worry about it.”

He seemed satisfied, “Good. Now onto the main issue, the announcement. I know it’s taken a while to get to this point, but I’ve had some ideas.”

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

The Snickers Bar

“Mickey, you can't give Snickers to a baby,” Ian said, exasperated. 

“The hell I can,” Mickey was unwrapping the bar. Little Yev was in his height chair, kicking his feet out. “We'll cut it if we have to. Or he can suck on it.” 

Ian groaned. Why did he bother? 

He only had three younger siblings he helped care for. What did he know?

“Svetlana already left out food for him,” Ian picked up the jar of pureed spinach, peas and zucchini. It didn’t look very appetizing. 

“I’m not feeding him that shit,” Mickey brushed it off. 

“Fine. It’s your ass she’ll be on," Ian told him.  

He was ignored.

“You want this, Shithead?” Mickey held up the candy bar. Yev’s mouth formed a small O, big blue eyes peering up at it. 

Ian had to admit the boy looked fucking adorable. Especially with him reaching out his arms, babbling noisily. Still, he wasn’t so sure how he felt about Mickey blatantly ignoring all the necessary guidelines about what should be fed to a child at that age. 

His lips thinned out, glancing over at his boyfriend. “He could choke on it.” 

“Quit worryin’, Jesus,” Mickey rolled his eyes. “He's fine.” 

The house was empty for the time being. Svetlana was somewhere, Ian hadn’t asked where she was going. Mandy went to work. And as for Iggy, he could’ve been anywhere. Probably better for him to get out for a little bit; Mickey hadn’t taken too kindly to the endless dick jokes sent their way after he’d walked in on Ian yanking Mickey’s jeans down. 

Yev stuffed as much of the bar as he could into his mouth, coughing a little. 

“Jesus,” Mickey huffed out a laugh, taking most of the bar out. “Slow down, kid. Ian’ll have my dick if he’s right.” 

“You’ll have your own dick,” Ian took a napkin, wiping some drool off Yev’s face. “I don’t touch the dick of anyone that lets their son choke on Snickers.” 

“Fuck you, man,” Mickey retorted, a small smile tugging on his lips. 

Ian broke the chocolate bar in half, handing it back to him. Yev sucked on it for a moment, his eyes widening, babbling enthusiastically before sucking on it with more gusto. 

It was enough to bring out a genuine laugh from Mickey. “See, kid’s got great taste!” 

“You got a sweet tooth like your dad, huh?” Ian grinned. Yev had managed to get the chocolate smeared around his mouth. 

“Course he does,” Mickey said, a rare moment of fatherly pride crossing his face. It didn’t last long; he swallowed, schooling his expression back into something neutral. Ian knew it was difficult for him to openly love Yev considering the circumstances of his contraception, but he was trying. 

When Yev made a noise that might have resembled mmm if one listened closely enough, Mickey nodded along, something softer in his eyes that most would miss but he didn’t. 

Ian just smiled at them both, feeling lucky to be here with two of his favorite people in the world. 

[stevesjockstrap]

kinktober day 2: Steve/Eddie

& virginity kink

read on ao3

MDNI - rated E - throwing cws under the cut too

“You what?”

“I’ve never had sex,” he said softly, ducking his head. 

“With guys?”

“With anyone.”

cw: dirty talk, anal sex and fingering, first time, unsafe sex

Eddie pulled his hair in front of his face as Steve continued to stare at him blankly. They’d been dating, messing around, whatever this was, for a few weeks. He was straddling his lap on the couch, they had been midmakeout session when suddenly he had to tell him, had actually mumbled it into his mouth. Now that it was out though, he wanted to pull it back inside himself. 

“Eds, oh my god. Come here.” Steve yanked his face back down to his, swiping his hair away from his mouth. He gasped into the kiss, blown away by this response. Steve was kissing him like he was going away to war. 

“Baby, wait, I don’t-“ he pressed against his chest when Steve tried to pull him back. 

Steve just panted at him for a moment, eyes wild. “That’s so fuckin’ hot, Eds. Please- please let me, can we, I’ll make it so good for you.”

He may have fallen off his lap completely if it wasn’t for the tight grip Steve still had on his jaw and hip. 

“Really? You still want… I mean I’d understand. You’re like, you. And I-”

Before he could go into a whole ramble, Steve pulled him back for a sweeter, softer kiss. “I didn't think anything could make me want you more, but somehow this does it. You gunna let me take your V card, baby?” His voice dropped low and dirty and the filthy smirk he shot him sent a line of fire through him. 

“Oh my god,” he whimpered. “Yes. Fuck yes.”

“Bedroom.”

When he thought about telling Steve Harrington that he was a virgin, never in a million years would he have guessed it would’ve ended with him sprawled across his big bed, getting kissed within an inch of his life. 

“Gunna take such good care of you, Eds. Can’t believe-“ he kissed down his neck and sucked a mark under his collarbone. “You waited for me. Huh? Kept it just for me?”

Eddie was confused at first. But then Steve leaned back and met his eyes, staring into his soul. “Y-yeah, just for you.” 

The way Steve was looking at him made him think maybe he had, he couldn’t imagine doing this with someone who wasn’t this excited about the prospect of being his first. 

Steve rucked his shirt up and kissed down his chest to his happy trail. He looked up at him beneath his eyelashes as he popped the snap on his jeans. Eddie could only force himself to keep breathing, unable to tear his eyes away from him. 

Something snapped between them and they were suddenly frantic, pulling at clothes and meeting to give each other sloppy kisses. 

“Flip over baby, there we go. Just relax. I’m going to take such good care of you. Fuck, look at you.” Steve continued his honey dipped words as he popped open the lube and coated his fingers. Eddie couldn’t even start to get nervous before we felt slippery fingers behind his balls. 

“All for me,” he breathed as he rubbed gently over his tight hole. “God you’re so tight, baby. You ever use fingers or anything?”

Eddie shook his head but didn’t get a response. When he looked over his shoulder Steve was just blatantly staring where his fingers were rubbing into the resistance. “N-no,” he answered. 

Steve’s head popped up and he grinned at him. “You’re unbelievable, Eds. I can’t wait to slide in here,” he pushed forward with one finger while holding eye contact with him. They sucked in matching breaths. 

Steve took his time opening him up, continuing to sweet talk his ass and add more lube than Eddie thought was strictly necessary. Until he was a writhing whimpering mess rubbing his leaking cock against his expensive sheets. 

“Please, Stevie, need you. So close. Need to come with you inside me. Now.”

The now apparently drove the point home because he finally pulled his fingers from him. “Roll back over, Eds. Yeah. Need to see you. Watch your face as I take your cherry.”

“Oh my god.” He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. Having to be face to face with him while he said these things was too much. 

“Just Steve is fine,” he huffed. 

Steve Harrington was a goddamn menace. 

But he was also moving closer between his legs to line himself up, pushing Eddie’s legs up and out. Eddie gulped. The noise made Steve meet his eyes and he waited until he gave him a little nod to keep going. He stopped again when he’d just barely pressed in but Eddie had gasped. 

“I’m okay. Don’t stop.”

Steve pressed slowly in, watching his face intently. When he finally bottomed out he gave them both a few moments to get used to it. Eddie forced himself to take some deep breaths. He was so close to coming and ruining this. Then Steve pulled out and pushed back in at a different angle and he knew he was doomed. 

“Oh, oh, Steve,” he cried out and grabbed onto his biceps. That didn’t help matters either. 

“That’s your prostate, Eds,” he smirked as he pushed into it again. “You gunna come? Huh? Come on my cock? Go ahead, baby. I’ll make you come again.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie breathed. 

Steve leaned down to kiss him, lick into his mouth while he continued shoving his cock into him. His orgasm hit suddenly, making him cry out into the kiss. 

“Fuuuck, baby. Your tight little ass is so perfect. Oh my god-“ Steve pulled away to stare at him as he fucked him through it. 

Eddie stared blankly up at him as he continued to talk. “Gunna come in you, baby. Fill you up. Make you mine. Fuck, Eds. Can’t believe I’m your first.” He pushed his legs further up and apart to stare down at where they were joined. “So fucking hot, baby. Yeah, you gunna come with me again?”

Eddie simply nodded, he felt like every nerve ending in his body was screaming at him with his need to come. Steve clearly picked up the pace, punching grunts out of him before he leaned back in to fuck his tongue into his mouth. With his dick now sliding between their bodies he couldn’t hold back his impending orgasm. 

“Steve, oh fuck, gunna-“

“Yeah, come with me. Ah-“

Eddie felt his walls clench a second time as Steve’s hips stuttered against his. They met to kiss and pant into each other’s mouths for a few moments before Steve pulled out to flop next to him. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been someone’s first, you know?”

He giggled, trying to catch his breath. “Couldn’t even tell, you were real chill about it.”

Steve smiled his charming smile at him and shook his head with a sigh. “So fuckin’ hot.”

@lighthousebeams

[butterflyeffectiooon]

I’m…… I can’t do this. Bellhop aof offers day assistance and mhok just swoops right in and takes day’s arm like the good old days as tho nothing ever happened much less they broke up THREE YEARS AGO and haven’t spoken since???? ? ? I was hoping u guys were exaggerating at least a little when u said mhok goes back to flirting as soon as he sees day again but u were absolutely right. This is so ridiculous. Mhok still AFTER ALL THIS TIME and everything day put him thru has debilitating day brainrot I KNOW he is Simp Supreme but I was holding out SO MUCH HOPE that there was a LITTLE more to him than that……. Like his main character trait is Heart Full of Love which is wonderful but the way the show has laser focused that love on day to his personal detriment (unwilling if not unable to prioritize himself under any circumstances) and to the detriment of mhok as a character having any substance (spineless pushover who will forgive day’s egregious treatment faster than the speed of light literally as soon as he sees his face because DAY!!!!) GOD mhok was already (before this point) a compelling character despite being so poorly fleshed out and he CARRIED the show and their relationship like he’s gonna need physical therapy after all the heavy lifting he was doing these past 11 episodes, he was the catalyst for ALL of day’s growth. Without mhok day would still be rotting in his bedroom. Would it have killed them to cut some of the unnecessary mini arcs (eh hem AUGUST, the eye donation, his mom’s bullshit, the night forgiveness arc was definitely necessary but proooobably did not need to be dragged out quite that long) in order to give mhok SOMETHING!!!! Literally anything at all. It’s like the writers as well as day only cared about him as long as he served their purpose. They gave him ZERO purpose outside of day. The ONE SINGLE TIME he pushed thru and made anything about himself we all saw what happened. It’s like they punished him for trying to be his own person!!!! The writers seemingly don’t give a FUCK about mhok outside of his relation to day. That’s probably the worst part about this mess to me. Day’s regression/severe late stage mischaracterization sucked but at least he grew at all and had characterization to get wrong lmao. Mhok was a pawn and they used him and gave him NOTHING in exchange for his crucial role in the progression of the story. ~Ohhhhh, a job abroad that he literally didn’t want~ that doesn’t COUNT!!! He gave and GAVE and everyone including the writers of the damn show did nothing but TAKE from him. Everything good he ever had. Mhok baby I am SO sorry they did u like that, you deserved so much better 😭😭😭😭

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - October 22

Hey, friends!! I hope you’re having a great week--here’s what I read this week, which is--a short list. Hopefully you find something you like--if so, please remember to comment and kudos! 

~*~ 

you'll wait a long time by nanasekei 

Steve and Tony share a moment during a wedding. Things escalate from there.

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Alternatively: Four weddings, a funeral, and one very emotionally stunted idiot.

Love Handles by fohatic

Steve notices that Tony really likes to grab onto certain parts of him. He thinks it's just a sex thing, but, like most things with Tony, nothing's ever that simple.

Summer Wine by KandiSheek

Tony had mentally prepared himself for a lot of weird things that could happen on their trip to Asgard. What he wasn't prepared for was a drunk Steve Rogers crowding him against the nearest wall and kissing him within an inch of his life.

Take a Little Love Where You Can by Mireille

There's an alternate version of Tony in Tony's lab.

There's an alternate version of Tony in Tony's lab, flirting with Tony's Steve, and Tony doesn't like it.

He's going to have to do something about it.

Stranded by Neverever

Steve and Tony get stranded in Minot, North Dakota and have to share a hotel room. Tony gets bored and discovers things about Steve.

Screen Test by isozyme

Here’s the scene: Tony’s drunk in the backseat of a car, doing something he shouldn’t.

Shakedown by Sineala

The problem is, Captain America won't stop shivering.

the hope that kills you by meidui

Steve used to go on so much about freedom and choice.

If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose.

Some of the freedom he loved was big, big enough for him to lay his life down for over and over, and some of the freedom he loved was small, like the wind in his hair when he took his motorcycle out, but now he has to sob and take it when Tony sucks a deep flowering bruise where his prison uniform couldn’t possibly cover and whispers in his ear, “Who’s gonna help you now? Where are you gonna run?”

Old Dogs And New Tricks by KandiSheek

Steve discovers the joy of his prostate during a SHIELD required medical exam. He definitely wants to find out more about it. Turns out Tony is one hell of a teacher.

Pull It Up by KandiSheek

Tony temporarily gets Reed Richards' powers. Of course he's going to use them for sex.

No Barriers To Entry by KandiSheek

Silver fox Tony is too old to always get hard when he and Steve have sex anymore. That doesn't mean he can't enjoy himself when Steve sucks him off. Especially when Steve is so obviously into it.

at his side by Areiton

He meets Steve on a Sunday, wearing his old Eagles jersey and shorts so short his Mama fusses at him, and he grins, tousled curls and a devil may care grin, bare-faced and bare foot.

“Hi,” he says, and then, like an introduction is necessary, like the whole world isn’t learning his name, he adds, “I’m Tony.”

how he got here by Areiton

Tony had said, “Do you know how pretty you look, when you’re stuffed full of my cock, Steven?” 

False God by iam93percentstardust 

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

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The first time Steve meets him, Gillian has all sixteen dancers sitting in a circle on the floor of the rehearsal studio, where she makes them go around the room and introduce themselves. Tony is the youngest of them at nineteen, has two cats currently in his sister’s custody, and got his start in ballet before being so inspired by the 1989 tour that he cross trained just in the hopes that one day he could dance with Sharon. Steve had made a note of it in the way that he makes a note of everyone he works with, felt a little old because he had been a dancer on the 1989 tour and now this baby is saying he was inspired by them, and then gotten distracted by the next girl.

between you & me by welcoming_disaster 

In which Tony solves puzzles and Steve punches a wall.

wildfires in the spring by meidui

Steve is pulled out of the ice on a summer morning in 2010.

(“Keep each other alive,” Colonel Fury says when Tony comes to pick Steve up.)

Role of a Lifetime by Annie D (scaramouche)

It’s been almost a year since Tony was rescued from the Ten Rings by SHIELD. In this time, Tony has forged a new path for Stark Industries and taken on a new under-the-radar role as a consultant for SHIELD. Tony’s SHIELD job eventually brings him into contact with the newest Captain America, who’s a pretty cool guy, though for security reasons Tony can’t know his real name or see his face without the Captain America mask. This is also about the time that Tony notices a certain Mr. Stevens, a new hire in SI’s corporate office...

A Just Reward by KandiSheek

Steve is sick and tired of his love life never working out. So he creates the perfect man for him, the statue of Antonio. It would be great if a man like that actually existed in real life.

Turns out there's a solution for that.

[queeniecook]

June 20 - Part 3

After Rahmi came and got Josie and Lucky, I tried to walk around a bit. Annalise said it's good for helping my body along with labor. I made it slowly to the living room and saw Dakota.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Dakota asks me, stunned to see me upstairs.

"Annalise said walking is good during active labor." I explained, reaching for his hand. "I want to go sit on the porch for a bit and get some fresh air."

Dakota nods and grasps my hand, walking with me outside. I was still able to walk on my own but I felt better having someone with me. Caleb was talking to Lilith, Lily and Annalise about a few things for after delivery.

We reach the love seat on the porch and Dakota helps me sit down. Still not the most comfortable but it felt good to get off my feet for a few moments. "So, anything new with you?"

"You're a bit crazy, you know that? You're in labor and you're asking if anything is new with me." Dakota comments.

I laughed softly "Helps get my mind off it, plus Jillian sent me a odd text saying you two had news..."

Dakota nods his head and begins looking like a kid in a candy store. "Jillian is pregnant."

My eyes almost popped out of my head and not from a contraction. "Wow. Congratulations!"

I really am happy for them, there was a small little twinge of something in my heart that I couldn't and wouldn't name but overall, I felt thrilled for them. I know they'll make good parents.

"It was a shock at first but now I'm excited. I always planned on having kids someday and it looks like we're starting now." Dakota told me. 

I wanted to continue our conversation but I felt a contraction starting. I gripped Dakota's hand and he looked at me like "Ow", I softly apologized and had him helped me back inside while he called for Caleb.

We passed by Lily and Lilith, who were talking out front. Lily had shifted into her werewolf form, the first time I had seen her transformed. Once we got back inside, Dakota handed me off to Caleb who led me towards his study.

Annalise listened to the baby's heartbeat - which was good and checked me to see how far dilated I was. Not close enough.

"Is there a way to hurry this along?" I asked, rubbing my stomach on my both sides. It didn't really help.

"Other than what you've been doing so far? Not really. In this case, it really is best to just let your body and nature do the work. It's the safest way unless you want to do a C-section?" She asked me.

I shook my head, only if it became necessary.

Caleb helped me back down the stairs and I had to go pee. I assume I did anyway. It was kind of hard to tell at that point.

"This sucks." I mumbled, leaning against my husband after I washed my hands and face up a bit. Caleb swayed with me, he looked content for the most part. Jerk. 

"It will be worth it in the end. We will finally get to meet our baby." He reminded me softly, while rubbing my back. I whimpered and squeezed his shoulders through the pain, at least I can't really hurt him. Though the idea might be tempting later on.

Once the intense pain passed, Caleb gathered me up and carried me into our bedroom. He was aiming for our bed but I told him I wanted to sit with him on our love seat. I felt bone tired and trying to nap sounded good.

After Caleb made himself more comfortable, outfit wise, he cuddled me into him and I managed to doze off somehow.

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[clairethecutepup]

Flying Worst Class, Ch. 1: "All Aboard!"

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[Chapter 1: All Aboard!]

Another night, another load of lost luggage at the Wolfuch's airport: Blauer Himmel Airlines. After all, "Das Blaue vom Himmel versprechen," they say; and you can't find any greater false promises than whatever "blue" ones a sky gives you. Fitting for a place that never had its planes arrive on time and all that... Did you not read the part about their inability with luggage transportation? Still, despite their questionability in maintaining and running everything, the place went about business as usual. 

Look at this marshaller: a fellow whose darker skin makes it necessary to wear Christmas lights during his nightly shifts, lest he become the runway version of roadkill. Of course, it did not go without its mockery: often, he'd find his snickering coworkers setting down presents beside him, as he worked. Don't even get him started, when it came to sneaking the occasional star onto his head. But cry for him not, whenever he got annoyed enough or received a terrible boxed gift (socks especially!), he could always utilize his marshaling wands to sic a plane or two after them. Sure, it leads to the expected damage of property and person, but teaching people a lesson always makes things worthwhile-- especially when they can't fire you; as marshallers aren't exactly plentiful in hireability, as of late.

Enough of him, though, look toward the next two cogs within this airport machine: a pair of baggage handlers that constituted 90% of why this place sucks with luggage. The other 10% comes from the pilots' inability to, sometimes, distinguish their landing gear button from the luggage hatch’s. Hey, when you're suddenly in dire need of losing weight, to maintain air, it helps. Unfortunately, it qualifies as "homicide" to shove the disgusting peasants in "third class," "economy," whatever out into the sky. Sorry, but human "rights" are really meant to be an earned privilege, in one way or another.

Oh, wait, sorry, we were talking about baggage handlers, not the sad facts of life. So, yeah, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb there often had a nonchalant attitude about things. Is something “fragile”? They apparently think it demands roughness. Did something open up and spill all over? Hey, they’re supposed to be the luggage handlers, not the janitors, so it’ll just stay that way till someone else or the wind cleans it up. Are they tasked with loading the cure for cancer onboard? Eh, if something happens to it, the person who made it can just make it again. Unfortunately, while baggage handlers aren't as few and far as those fit to be marshallers, the airport didn't want to try their luck at doing far worse than these two.

Yet, our focus isn’t meant to be the many odd faces of the airport, but one person arriving at it: Ookami Kyukyoku. Hopefully, she isn’t too late to catch up with her desired people… Yes, “she,” down to her pants’ contents at birth, so ignore the masculine build and all that. Hey, she’s not calling you a liar over your claims of not being a mule, despite being as ugly as one, so she also deserves the respect of taking another’s word. Anyway, Ookami’s taxi finally managed to reach the desired airport.

“Okay, Mac,” the driver faces her, “that’ll be €25,50.”

“Keep the change!”

Ookami hurries out from the taxi cab, after handing him her debit card. The driver isn’t sure what exactly to do, but he shrugs it off and believes he’ll figure it out. Then, Ookami proceeds to immediately stop a passing mother and her stroller-sat infant.

“Quickly!” Ookami grabs the other woman, “Which way did they go?”

“Who?”

The infant makes its usual sounds of gibberish, getting Ookami’s attention. She kneels in front of its stroller.

“You did?” she asks, “Which way?”

The baby gurgles again and points, while shaking its rattle in the other hand.

“Much appreciated!”

Ookami continues her fast walking pace and officially enters the building. Of course, she instantly attracts a swarming crowd of various recruiters and others who assume their advertised cause is worthwhile. After all, everyone knows people trying to catch planes always have time for “sky men” or who-gives-a-damn.

“Excuse me, do you wish to avoid eternal damnation and experience salvation, by our Lord’s hand?”

“I’d rather experience your removal, by my hand!”

The Jehova Witnesses are flung into the trash cans.

“Excuse me, you look like someone who’d be interested in saving 15% or more on car insur--!”

“You’ll need insurance: health insurance!”

The Gecko Insurance agents go flying out the window.

“Excuse me, would you like to buy some cookies?”

“I’d rather sell some suffering-- for free!”

The girl scout is kicked headfirst into the ceiling, with the rest of her body hanging below it. Everyone else gets the message and immediately backs off from the raging she-wolf, as she continues her way through the building.

“Jeez,” the dangling girl scout crosses her arms, “a simple, ‘No thanks,’ would’ve been fine…”

Ookami finally reaches the reception desk and the woman behind it.

“Quick, do you know which way they went?”

“Oh, your wife and daughter? They boarded Flight NC-17, which is that way.”

Ookami is mortified Sherubi would bring Claire on such a plane.

“Oh, for goodness sake…” the receptionist rolls her eyes, “You people, sometimes… It’s just a flight number, caused by some *IATA people deciding to have too much fun, okay? Ugh, it’s ‘PEN-15’ all over again…”

Ookami shakes her head and regains her composure.

“Well, whichever flight they might be on, I need you to help me board it, please!”

“Alright, what section are you hoping for: first, second, trash…?”

“Wherever they’ll be sitting, please.”

“Alright, then here you are.”

“Thank you, keep the change!”

Ookami quickly takes the ticket and hands over her credit card, before heading to the boarding gate and handing her ticket over. After ensuring the appropriate “Admit One” and flight gate numbers on either side, upon its tiny and paper body, the gate agent pulls out his ticket puncher.

“Alright, you’re free to board the plane,” he makes a hole, not looking up, “... When it actually gets here, of course,” he looks up and around, “Uh, hello…?”

Ookami reapproaches him: her body is now within a wheelchair, neck brace and two leg casts.

“You know, information like that can be quite helpful, the sooner it’s shared…”

“Hey, you were the one that decided to go waltzing in, before they even attached the bridge.”

“Fair point…”

At the very least, Ookami realized she could wait for Sherubi and Claire. … Or, stupidly see if she can still find them, since they’d still be within the airport then. Well, to be fair, she apparently has something that’s so important to give her wife, she can’t really afford to wait the slightest amount of seconds… Okay, just know it’s on your head, Genius, when the boarding call for Flight NC-17 is announced and you’re rushing to get there before it leaves. Oh yeah, that’s what happened next.

Ookami spins her chair’s wheels, as fast as she possibly can. No one is spared her vehicular manslaughter, so long as they’re in her way… Actually, does it still count, if your “vehicle” isn’t an automobile? Then again, it probably doesn’t count, as “manslaughter” stems from stupidity than simply not caring. Sorry, the correct terminology should be: “No one is spared her ‘wheely’ homicide”... Okay, no one is actually dying, but they sure feel that way.

Once she reaches the plane, she awkwardly shuffles into the aircraft: she stands from her chair and hops inside, as she struggles to remove her casts and brace. Little did she know, it’s all a (literal) downward spiral from here…

… Okay, yeah, technically, she still has to go “upward,” as a grounded plane can’t exactly get any low--... You know what? Just shut up and feel suspenseful for the next chapter!!

[End Chapter 1]

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((*IATA, “International Air Transportation Association”: they’re the trade association behind the worldwide system of airlines. See? This isn’t just mindless and stupid entertainment, it can also be mentally enriching.))

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Author's Notes:

Well, it's always nice to attempt a bit of dry and sarcastic humor, as a narrator. Hopefully, I've been doing a fine enough job of capturing the humorous spirit of Airplane! so far. I also wish there was a way to decrease an image size, whenever you're only putting in one image. Aw well, what're you gonna do?

Anyway, good to see that Tumblr allows you to paste text as is, including any font modifications of italicizing or bolding. Key writing advice here: always use italicizes for emphasizing and throw in bolding when it's meant as something extra emphasized, as capitalization is irritating to readers and capitalization is associated with yelling. I mean, how awkward would it read, if a character allegedly was meant to scream only one word louder than the others-- even if they're supposed to be shouting the entire sentence, per the exclamation mark?

I'm also practicing the habit of appropriately utilizing semi-colons and colons, as repetitive punctuation (periods, commas...) can be quite irritating. Hopefully, I'm doing grand, thus far-- especially when it comes to simply knowing when it's not necessary to have commas, in general. I just go by the general rule of: "What reads easiest?" After all, the main point of grammar is ensuring people actually know what you're trying to say through writing.

Also, never immediately post your writing, when you're done. Always give it one final re-read, before you submit it anywhere: see if you can add things that read easier, add parts that are slightly better... all that good stuff.

[dwter]

i knew the meet up would make me happy i just didn't think this happy i thought we'd be in the trenches but we got the big cc's on our side fighting for us

ME TOOOOOO i was genuinely dreading the fallout and yes the fallout has been bad but like. i no longer have to fight wounded and scarred in the flooded trenches drowning me whole I CAN JUST BE HAPPY i can just be fawking happy knowing i no longer have to prove to the world dreams treatment from the internet is inhumane and heartbreaking and fight the grief i cant spoonfeed empathy to the world for him and that he really is just some guy who is the target of some of the most vitriolic treatment ive ever seen online BC OTHER PPL ARE DOING IT FOR ME AND DOING IT TO PEOPLE WHO WANT/NEED/WILL LISTEN TO THEM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i fucking won baby WE FUCKING WONNNNNNNN 😭🙌🏽🌟

[watermelonlovershigh]

Hey, can you write a blurb about Harry fucking y/n's mouth really hard, it brings tears to her eyes and she chokes but both of them have a great time. Then after, when it's after care time, y/n's throat is hurting and Harry takes a look, feeling bad seeing it all red. Maybe he makes her tea and just a lot of fluff!

AN: i got this request today and found the motivation to write it. and because i only write about soft!harry, it was difficult to write such a topic but i made it as soft as i possibly could. otherwise i don't think i would have been able to write about face fucking. and i know i said i may be less active and that still is true. my internet still sucks and won't get fixed until monday. so if this gets posted without complications, its a miracle

This story contains: face fucking (not too rough), comfort, aftercare

{ husband!harry - no kids - dunkirk harry era }

word count: 747

Harry face fucks you for the first time and then brings you tea to help your sore throat afterwards.

"You sure you want to do this, love?" Harry questions as you're kneeled down in front of his naked standing figure, on the floor of the bedroom. See, face fucking is something new to you both. You don't normally do anything rough during sex or foreplay. But you saw a face fucking video and thought, why not give it a try. Just once and if you don't like it than you'll never do it again.

Looking up, you mutter, "Yes Harry, I'm sure. Just you know........, pay attention to me s'all. Like to make sure I'm okay and if it gets too much, I'll pinch your thighs." You did trust Harry. That wasn't the issue. Its just doing something to this level in the bedroom is nerve racking for you both and you'll need all the comfort you can get in such a vulnerable situation.

"Okay m'love. I'll be sure not to go too rough." Harry replies gently and takes a hold of his hard cock, bringing it towards your mouth. You happily open your mouth wide and allow his shaft to slip along your tongue, hitting the back of your throat. Fortunately, you don't have much of a gag reflex. If you did, you don't think you'd be able to do this without throwing up on his dick.

Once he's all the way inside, Harry grabs your hair at the back of your head and pulls his hips back. Then he thrust forward, making the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and your eyes start watering. He's careful not to pull your hair too hard because he knows you're tender headed. Harry is also looking down and watching your reaction, making sure you're alright the entire time.

With your hands grabbing the back of Harry's thighs, you allow him to fuck his cock in and out your mouth. The only negative side to this that you can spot is the back of your throat is becoming sore from bruising. Other than that and maybe excess drool dripping onto the floor and your thighs, you actually kinda enjoying this. Just something about trusting Harry enough to do this makes you feel comfortable.

As the minutes go on, Harry knows he's about to come. He can feel his stomach muscles flutter and his legs become wobbly. His chest is heaving and his vision is becoming blurry. "M'gonna come, baby. Fuckin' hell!" Harry moans out.

Suddenly, you feel ropes of Harry's cum drip down your throat as he holds your head down on his cock. Your nose is pressed to his hairy mound. You focus on relaxing your throat so you don't choke more than necessary. Harry lets a high pitched noise exit his wide opened mouth, head tilted back towards the ceiling. When he feels you squeeze his thighs extra hard, he pulls your head back and off his cock.

You instantly inhale a deep breath and wipe away your teary eyes. Harry looks down, still breathing heavy, and asks, "You alright? Didn't go too hard did I?"

Catching your breath, you answer with a very hoarse voice, "No, I liked it. Maybe not something we do often but on occasion, yeah. And just um, might need some tea for my throat. It's kinda hurting from having your dick hit the back of it repeatedly."

Harry smiles and bends down to lift your naked body up off the bedroom floor. He sets you on the bed and instructs, "Stay right there, alright. Be right back. Gonna get a cloth to clean your thighs and chin with and bring you back a cup of warm tea to sooth your throat."

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Minutes later, Harry brings back a damp cloth and helps you clean up your thighs and chin that are sticky with your saliva. Then he hands you the warm cup of tea. You take slow sips and it instantly makes your throat feel better.

"I feel bad that I hurt your throat though." Harry sighs sadly as he leans against the headboard in a pair of fresh boxers.

You set the cup of tea beside the bed and move to straddle his lap. Then you lean forward and hug around his upper body, head laying on his shoulder. "Don't feel bad, Harry," you rasp out, "I enjoyed it. I trust you and know you'd never hurt me on purpose."

After that, you both just lay in that position for a while before getting ready for bed.

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[thebadgerclan]

Morning

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by Purple Heart Anon

Summary: A morning romp followed by a revelation...

Smut!

Aleksander woke to you softly grinding against his leg, gentle sighs and whimpers leaving your lips.  Your husband smirked, pressing his lips to your forehead, gently stroking your arm.  “Y/N, darling, wake up.”  His voice made you stir, and your hips stilled.  “Sasha?” you asked, voice rough, and your husband smiled, kissing you deeply.  “What were you dreaming about, love?  You were grinding against me.”

You felt your face warm, but found yourself rolling your hips against Aleksander’s thigh nonetheless.  “Aleksander, I–”  “Shhh,” he said, cupping your cheek, kissing you again.  “I will never complain about being woken up by my gorgeous wife rubbing her pretty cunt on me.  My only question now is: do you want this?”  Aleksander always secured your content before he did anything, and you nodded, breathing “yes,” against his lips.

Your husband pushed his pajama pants down to his thighs, freeing his hard cock, and lifted the hem of your nightgown, pushing the center of your panties aside.  Aleksander found you wet for him, and he moaned softly as he hitched your leg over his hip, moving closer to you.  At your insistent kiss, your husband aligned his cock with your pussy and gently thrust into you.  Your eyes rolled back in your head as your cunt was stretched and filled, and Aleksander kissed you, trailing his lips down your neck as he shallowly rolled his hips, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit.

“Aleksader, Sasha, yes,” you breathed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, letting your head loll back against the pillows.  “Y/N, fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he praised, pulling your nightgown down to lick and suck at your nipples, which made you moan louder.  “So pretty, my beautiful wife.   I love you so much.”  His cock was barely dragging in and out of you, but the head massaged your g-spot with every motion of his hips, causing shockwaves and sparks of pleasure to fill your body.

You felt so full; held in Aleksander’s arms, the thick blankets draped over the two of you, the sun barely peeking through the drapes, his hard cock inside you.  You moaned softly as Aleksander brought his lips to yours once more, kissing you passionately yet lazily.  There was no rush, no hurry to get you off; it was gentle, slow, leisurely, tender.  “I think we should start every morning like this,” your husband said. Snaking an arm around your waist to hold you closer.  “Fucking my wife as soon as she’s awake.  Does that sound like a good idea, lapushka?”

“Yes, Sasha,” you moaned, threading your fingers through your husband’s hair.  “Oh fuck, yes!”  You began gently rocking your hips against Aleksander’s, feeling your orgasm slowly building.  Your husband continued to press kisses all over your face, thrusting a bit faster.  Whimpers and moans left both of your mouths, and soon, you felt yourself seconds away from coming.  Aleksander knew, and he reached between you to properly rub your clit.

“Come for me, my love,” he whispered.  “Let me hear you.”  You let the pleasure envelope you, and you sighed Aleksander’s name as you came, shuddering in his embrace.  Your husband met his high soon after, spilling himself in your cunt, moaning your name in your ear.  He was still for several minutes before gently withdrawing with a kiss to your forehead.  He rolled out of bed and began walking to the bathroom, you knew for a vial of your Alkemi contraceptive, whispering “Stay here” with a kiss to your forehead,  but you cleared your throat.  “Sasha, come back to bed.”

“Y/N what about the–?”  “It’s not necessary.”  Something in the tone of your voice made Aleksander cock his head, and he returned to your side.  “I’m pregnant, Aleksander.”  The contraceptive was nearly 100% effective, but somehow, it had failed.  You weren't trying for a baby, but you also didn’t not want one.  You were worried, however, about how Aleksander would react.  He blinked at you, clearly collecting his thoughts.  “I don’t know if you know this, but I love you,” he said, and you cocked your head.  “Of course I know that, Sasha, wha–”

“Because I might just love this baby a thousand times more.”  And he lunged at you, kissing you deeply and pulling you into his arms.  “You’re not upset?”  “How could I be upset?  My love, this is something I’ve wanted for a long time, I just didn’t know if you were ready.”  You smiled, relieved by his reaction.  “How long have you known?”  “Just a few days,” you said, and Aleksander kissed you again, letting his hand rest on your belly.  “You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me, Y/N.  I love you so much.  And I love our little one.”  The two of you fell back asleep in each other’s arms, Aleksander’s dreams filled with visions of his unborn child, a smile on his face.

[sukirichi]

omg sorry im the anon who picked too many spices i’m so sorry 😭😭 so let me try again: wine for yuuta, ingredient 53, and spice 8 10 11?

good for you

People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

meal order: wine + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8, 10 (dumbification, begging kink) 

warnings: nsfw content, fingering, dumbification, begging kink, slight voyeurism, slight corruption kink, bad boy! yuuta, unedited fic

note: soooo anon...i hope you like this, this is my first yuta fic and i was really nervous i was gonna mess this up, sheesh, hope you like it and thank you for the request! have some wine~

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You were so good for him – it made sense you were his favorite.

The moment you felt his cold fingers graze under your shirt, fingers lightly tugging at the clasps of your bra as a promise of what was to come next, you shuddered from his touch. You leaned back to his body, your hand clutching his that was gripping your thigh.

“Yuta,” you bit your lip to hold back a moan, his expert hands sliding down your inner thighs to brush over your clothed cunt, teasing you to no end. “We-we shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped as his fingers tugged your panties away. He’d barely even touched you, yet you were soaking wet for him already. Two of his fingers slipped past your folds easily and you clamped down as he scissored you, finally releasing your bra and easing it off your shoulders. “They won’t know. We’re just studying, remember?”

Your relationship with Yuta was complicated, to say the least. Last month, your homeroom teacher assigned you to tutor him, and your eyes widened because the last person you expected to see was the notorious Okkotsu Yuta who barely attended school, preferring to live life in his own way.

He looked scary then; dark circles hanging heavily under amused eyes, slicked back hair that shone under the sunlight, and a half-sneer as an excuse for a smile.

He terrified you, until he didn’t. Contrary to what people said about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, you never thought that way about Yuta. And he knew this too; he took advantage of your unconditional kindness, basking in your shy, soft touches and stuttering during study sessions whenever he stared at you a little longer than you expected.

You were so fucking cute he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He blamed you for it, really. He wouldn’t have been this addicted to the quiet, timid girl who followed rules and apologized way too much than necessary if you weren’t such a good girl for him.

But you were so cute, so curious and innocent that Yuta, being the more responsible and experienced one between the both of you, just had to give in to your pleas. Soon, your shy touches became eager ones, grinding on his thigh with your hands  tugging at his collar while you begged for a kiss. You were so pretty too, always so ready and wanting for him, but oh, everything was different when you begged.

If he thought you were pretty before, it was nothing compared to when you begged.

Innocent eyes gazing up at him under thick lashes, small hands wrapped around the thick base of his cock, your pretty red lips begging to taste him – you were at your prettiest when you were begging for him, and how could he deny you?

It was because you were so good for him that he Yuta wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasing you, his cock hardening when your head fell back on his shoulders, lips open as wantons flooded through your lips. “Shh,” he chuckled with a kiss to your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you until you were dripping down on his palm, the sopping sounds of your pussy nearly embarrassing. “You don’t want to be loud, baby, your parents will hear you.”

At the possibility of getting caught, your eyes widened, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to hide your sinful moans. Yuta’s eyes darkened as you trembled in his arms, trying so hard to be a good girl and keep your reputation, but the way you grinded down onto his fingers told a different story.

“Y-Yuta,” you cried out, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss. He swallowed your moans while his other hand gripped your thighs tighter, your ass barely grazing his painful erection. “I need more, please, will you-will you-?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

Yuta smirked when you whimpered in his hold, your hips pumping up and down as you rode his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could give you more, and Yuta would gladly do anything for you as long as you said it.

The sight of you cumming all over his fingers, tits perked from under your shirt yet still looking so innocent from your shirt skirt – he could cum in his pants just watching you. But he held it all in, fully aware that you wanted him inside you, though your shyness still remained. Ironic, really, since Yuta had already lost count of the times he had to stuff your panties down your mouth as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, making you cum either just on his tongue or cock alone.

He figured he’d have ruined you by now, but you were just so good, such an innocent, pretty little thing that the mere mention of his dick had you flustered.

“Yuta, I can’t – you-you know what I mean,” you palmed him through his pants. Yuta hissed at how you pulled his cock out free from his confines, the warmth of your hand wrapping around his cock, the tip already flushed and red.

He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, resting your ass just above his cock. A dark look crossed his face when he saw you inhale sharply as he rubbed his tip all over your lips, your pink panties tugged all the way to the side, the material loosely clinging onto the fat of your flesh. 

“Is this what you want,” he teased, hands placed on a tight grip of your hips as he slowly sank you down his length. He reveled at how you slowly lost yourself, thighs quaking, and it was just only the tip. “Do you deserve it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me that you think you deserve to feel good?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Your eyes were focused on the remaining length of his cock that wasn’t buried in you, and you were so needy, so fucking wet and horny that you wiggled your hips, a slight whine echoing from the room when Yuta only tightened his hips on you as a warning. “Don’t move,” he growled lowly, and like the good girl you were, you complied, bottom lip jutted out. “You don’t get to sit on my lap when you don’t beg hard enough for it, baby.”

“But, oh,” you tried to say, your words cut off when Yuta suddenly gripped your ass down all the way down his length in one go, your ass flat on his thighs.  

Both of you groaned at the feeling of him buried deep inside you; you could feel him pulsing inside your heat already. Unsatisfied with your silence, Yuta slapped your ass, forcing you to look at him. 

He was perfectly content with you cockwarming him; he could jack himself off later, but he knew you couldn’t satisfy yourself – not when your needy little cunt always wanted to be stuffed full with his dick.

“My parents are downstairs,” you tried to reason, though your actions betrayed your words as you dug your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed from the pleasure. Yuta gave small, slow thrusts, the movement just enough to scrape at your walls, almost as if to mock you that you could’ve had an orgasm by now if you just complied. “I-if they hear, they’re going to get mad, and they’ll find out that—”

“They’re going to find out what?” he thrusted his hips into yours sharply until your skirt was bunched all over your ass, his hands rough and hungry while he kept you in place. Your moans filled the room, and Yuta gripped one of your legs to press on your sides, thigh-high socks teasing and plumping up the flesh of your legs. “That their sweet, innocent daughter isn’t such a good girl after all? Look at you, walking around in school wearing that. You’re always begging to be fucked, baby.”

You didn’t deny him because his words were true, and soon Yuta had you choking in your own breath. He wanted to make you beg, to go down on your knees just to show him you deserved it, but you clenched down on him so hard that he lost himself too.

Yuta pulled you in for a heated kiss, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist before dropping you both down on the bed.

He didn’t bother pulling his shirt off, only jumping out of his slacks before he found home in between your legs. Yuta chuckled at how fucked out you were before him, teeth deep into one of your stuffed toys while he kept fucking into you. 

He fell forward, hands planted beside your head, his dick scraping against the warm walls of your pussy.

You were close; he could feel it. Yuta picked up his pace and started littering lovemarks on your neck, somewhere people could see his markings and to claim you as his good girl.

You were such a good girl for him, letting him pump himself into you in a rough pace until you could no longer hold back your moans. “Yuta, Yuta, god, you-you feel so good, right there, oh,” you were a mess on his cock, drool collecting from your pillow and tongue lolled out. 

He found you so pretty, so gorgeous and so good; screaming his name like that even as your parents called out to ask if you were fine just because you knew he liked it when you said his name while you were stuffed with his cock.

“Come on, baby,” he gripped your waist this time, not slowing down for a moment as his thrusts grew sloppy. Yuta’s dick twitched and pulsed harder inside you when your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in too deep that he was hitting your most sensitive spots. “You’re close, aren’t you? You want to cum on my cock? Beg for it, come on.”

“Yuta, Yuta, please please please, want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up,” your back arched when he hit your g-spot, your vision turning white for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, Yuta, fuck me good – please, I want you, there, please!”

His dick only further hardened upon hearing such dirty words fall from your pretty lips. You were begging so good for him, following his orders and making him feel good with your pretty pussy – how could he deny you? People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true. 

He kept fucking into you until you were creaming onto his cock, his name falling like a prayer on your wet mouth, losing all your sanity and comprehension when he spills inside you, your cum dripping down your ass.

Yuta chuckled before leaning down to kiss his pretty girl, so good for him, but what they didn’t know was that the bad boy was just as good for you, and he never failed to make you feel good.

They called him a bad boy, labeled him all sorts of things, warned you so much of the dangers he brought. 

Everyone was just simply unaware how he good he was for you.