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lecl3rcw · 7 months ago

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KEEPING UP WITH THE LECLERCS | leclerc brothers x reader

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part 1

“Y/N, it’s the middle of the fucking night in Monaco? You better have a good ass reason too wake me up” Arthur groaned at his twin as he groggily.

“You won’t believe it.” She says

“What?”

“THE BENGALS INVITED ME TO THEIR GAME�� she says, a sudden burst of excitement ran through her

“Who are the bengals again?” He sighs

“….”

“Oh wait, it’s that one dude you like, what was his name again Joe Burrow?”

“YEAH AND GET THIS, I can bring up to 5 people, so you’re coming and so are Charles, Alex, Lorenzo and Maman” she says excitedly.

“Who says I’m going?” He says, earning himself a scowl.

“You don’t want to come?” She says, “well I mean not really”

“Ofcourse you don’t! I always show up for your events and you never show up for mine” she says, maliciousness lacing her tone.

“Y/N please, this isn’t your event, you’re not walking the runway or attending a premiere” he says, his tone now matching hers.

“Well even if I was, not like you’d show up anyways” she mutters.

“What are you yapping about? You’re being so dramatic, I mean not everything revolves around you okay? Some of us have actual problems” he says giving the final blow.

The girl takes a deep breath to collect her self. All her life she had spent living in the shadows of her siblings. She just wanted someone to show up for her, she remembers her first runway show, she had 4 seats reserved for her family yet when she walked out, all 4 of those chairs were empty, why? Because Charles had a last minute deals with a brand. They called and apologized and Ofcourse she put a brave face on, but only the walls of her room heard the way she cried herself to sleep that night.

“You know what? I’m going to let that slide, I don’t know what’s going on with you but I hope you make peace with yourself, and you don’t have to come, I’ll just ask Charles and Enzo. But anyways goodnight” she says

“Y/N-” Arthur tries to interrupt but she hangs up before he can say anything.

Had she overreacted? She felt a sudden rush of guilt overcome her. She couldn’t help but overthink. Her train of thoughts were interrupted by a FaceTime call from her brother's girlfriend.

"Hey babygirl" Alexandra says, "Hey bae, what's up?" she says propping her phone up on the table.

“Just checking in with you and your man situation” Alex says, her and Charles were in the Maldives, “oh it’s good, I got invited to the bengals game so” she replies, “WAIT THATS SO GOOD” Alex says excitedly, Y/N smiles.

“Do you and Charles want to come with me?” She asks hopeful, “well Charles will be preparing for his race but I can definitely come!! When is it?” She asks, “next week!”

“Oh yeah I can definitely make it!” She says,

“Ok we can fly together!! But I I’ll see you next week love ya!” She says hanging up.

The week came even before she could blink.

“So Y/N you excited?” Alexandra says, and Y/N nods.

When they arrive at the stadium, Y/N is immediately greeted by the bengals team.

“Thankyou so much for being our guest, I’m the head coach Zac Taylor” a man says reaching his hand to which she smiles and accepts.

“This is my friend Alexandra!” She says as Alex also shakes his hand, from the corner of her eye, Y/N could feel a certain pair of blue eyes stare at her, and her cheek flushed more.

She waves to the rest of the team, however the man with blue eyes seems to approach her first. “Hey, my name is Joe, I’m the quarterback” he says extending his hand, “I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what that it” Y/N chuckles shaking his hand which caused him to smile.

“Well if you umm give me your number maybe some time could teach you about football” he says very smoothly, which causes her to get flustered.

“Oh yeah, d-definitely! Here” she says giving him her number as he smiles, “you have such a beautiful smile” Joe says bringing up her hand to his lips before letting it go, “I’ll talk to you later” he says waving before going to get ready for his game. She just stands there in shock wondering what happened.

Alexandra squeals, “I saw that!! Y/N he so likes you” she says hugging the girl.

Y/N laughs and shakes her head, but the whole time she couldn’t take her eyes of him.

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linos-luna · 6 months ago

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Blueberry Pamcakes❣️

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, spanking, fingering

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What a slow morning… It’s almost noon and he won’t let you up. But honestly… you weren’t fighting it. Chan had you in his arms, cuddling under the warm blankets. It was Sunday and you had planned to be at least a little productive today.

“Channie… we need to get up.” You said with a whine.

“Ten more minutes…” he replied sleepily.

“You said that an hour ago.” You chuckled while sitting up. “C’mon. Let’s make breakfast.”

“You know what we should make?” He asked while also sitting up and putting a shirt on.

“Hm?”

“Blueberry pancakes!” He said happily.

“That’s very specific.” You chuckled while standing and stretching. “But if that’s what you want, I think I can work with that.” I nodded while starting to walk out.

Chan followed close behind you. He was still in a cuddly, teasing mood and lightly rubbed your waist as you got to the kitchen.

“Whatcha doing, Channie?” You giggled softly while looking at the instructions on the box.

“Nothing.” He replied with a smirk.

“Hm… where’d I put that mixing bowl…?”

“Bottom cabinet.” Chan replied suddenly.

As you bent over to look, you could feel your boyfriend behind you, looming really close.

“Hm… I’m not seeing it..?” You said with a frown.

“Are you sure? Maybe you need to double check…?” He smirked while feeling up your thigh. It had you freeze when realizing what he was doing.

After closing the cabinet and sighing dramatically.

“Hm, channie… i think you’re misleading me…” you said softly. “The bowl is up here.” You added while grabbing it from a shelf.

You decided to play his little game and went to get the berries.

You knew they were in the fridge and bent over slightly, even adding a little wiggle to your hips so Chan would notice.

Your boyfriend picked up on it fast and gave you a little pat on the ass.

And that was the game. Lightly teasing each other to get the other’s reaction. It made the simple task of cooking pancakes take way too long…

“Im not sure why you’re so distracted.” Chan smirked while slipping his hand in your pants, playing with the material of your panties. “You just gotta stir the mix…”

“Mm…. I’m not the only one getting distracted.” You teased while squishing a blueberry between your fingers and sucking the juice off slowly and quite sensually.

“You really like berries that much?” He teased while grabbing one himself.

“Mmhm…” you nodded, watching as he also squished a blueberry.

“Well… looks like I made a mess here…” he said while pressing his chest to your back and showing his two fingers in front of you. “You think you help me?”

“Mmhm…” you let out a giggle and take his fingers in your mouth, slowly sucking the juice off and making lewd noises, moving your head as if it were something else.

Chan found it incredibly hot. He could help but now take his wet fingers and slide it around your waist.

It was getting increasingly difficult to focus but eventually the batter mix was ready and you were ready to cook them on the stove. You grabbed the bowl and used a measuring cup to add some to the pan, then adding blueberries.

“Wow babygirl that looks amazing.” He chuckled while moving his hand in your sweatpants again and this time going under your panties.

“W-what are you doing?” You twitched a bit as he started rubbing circles on your clit. “Mmm… Channie…?” You moaned softly while trying to focus on the cooking.

“Yes baby?”

“I-I’m trying to cook—” you found yourself gasping as he boldly started to run his fingers along your folds and tease you. He couldn’t get enough of your reaction, loving how breathless you became. Chan rested his head on your shoulder while teasing your hole with one hand and groping your breast with the other.

“Feel good?” He teased while rubbing your bare cunt.

“Mm-Mm…” you replied with your eyes closed. It was getting increasingly difficult to focus and it took everything in you not to moan out loud.

“Let it out, babygirl.” Chan taunted. “I wanna hear it~”

“C-channie… I’m gonna burn the—…”

“Nonsense.” He interrupted, now slightly slipping his finger in your cunt, making you gasp.

“Now let me ask again.” Chan said slyly. “Feel good?”

“Yes…” you whimpered, dropping the spatula, as he moved his finger in and out.

“Yeah?”

“Yes…” you moaned out loud while leaning your head back against his shoulder.

“More?”

You could only nod while letting out shallow breaths, bucking your hips to get more friction.

“So desperate.” He chuckled. “Are we gonna forget about breakfast?”

“Mmhm.”

“You want that?” He teased which frustrated you. Why does he tease so much, practically making you beg for it.

“Yes I want that, channie please!” You begged.

“Good girl.” Your boyfriend smirked while turning the stove off with his other hand before removing his hand from your panties, making you whine.

As a response, he shoved his fingers in your mouth and you instantly sucked your essence from them.

“Babygirl, I can’t wait to go eat you out for breakfast.” He smirked while walking you backwards towards the living room. “Then I’ll fuck you ‘til lunch…” he said in a low whisper. “how’s that, hm?”

You couldn’t respond. Only focused on sucking on his fingers like little was something else. Chan was amused. Very much amused.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 1 month ago

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Punishment | A.L

You broke your boyfriends rules and he has a way to punish you in the best way possible — or at least almost the most pleasurable way.

Pairing -> Mob!Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount -> 1.231 Words

Warnings -> Minors DNI, 18+, smut, daddy kink, masturbation (fem!rec, m!rec), dom!Ari, sub!Reader, allusion of more sexual content, praises

Request -> Freakytober / Ari Levinson / Mobster / Size Kink, Masturbation, Aftercare, Shower Sex, “Aw, come on. You can take another one!”, “Pretty, all of you.”, “I care about you!” / @rogersbarber

Authors Note -> Thanks for the request, hope you like it.

Events -> Kinky Things Happen Bingo | O1 | Male Dom | @kinky-things-happen-deactivated

Masterlist | Ari Levinson Masterlist

“I care about you, love. That’s why I have to punish you,” Ari says, his plump lips forming into a wide smile as he looks at you with his hungry eyes. The blue is almost turned dark while he watches you standing in front of him. “Strip.”

It’s an easy instruction, but your hands are too shaky to do as you’re told. Your eyes on the ground as you shift from one foot to the other — who knows that your mobster boyfriend will really punish you when you touch yourself. Of course, one of his rules is ‘no touching, unless Daddy allows it’ but you hoped that he wouldn’t punish you.

“A-Ari, you were on a business trip for almost a week, a-and I missed you. I’m sorry,” you whine, looking up at your boyfriend, who shakes his head. His features harden, and he stalks closer to you, growling.

“I said, strip!” He says his voice is way more dominant than before, and a shiver runs down your spine. You bring your quivering hands to the hem of your shirt, slowly taking it off and placing it in Ari’s hand. He smirks, watching you intensely while you take off your skirt as well. “Don’t think I will praise you for not obeying me, babygirl.”

You whine; he can be mean when it comes to punishment, but he still takes care that he doesn’t overstep anything and makes you too uncomfortable. It’s a punishment, but not torture. You strip out of your underwear as well, giving it to Ari. As you stand completely undressed in front of him, he turns around and places your clothes to the side, except your panties.

“Look at that,” he says with a grunt. Your boyfriend holds your panties in your direction, showing you the obvious wet spot. “Such a needy little girl, aren’t you, sweets? Being so wet, but it’s a punishment.”

“A-“ you whimper, looking back to the floor, trying to ignore the aching feeling between your folds as your cheeks heat up. Ari walks closer once again; one of his calloused hands finds your chin, and he tilts your head up. “Daddy, I’m sorry.”

“I know, princess. Daddy’s not mad at you, but we can’t let that slip,” he says, stroking his thumb over your cheek to your lips and pressing his thick digit between your slightly parted lips. “But if you’re good, I will make you feel so good after.”

You whine, nodding your head, as he thrusts his thumb in and out of your mouth, smirking while you have to suck his thick digit. He loves having you undressed completely while he is fully clothed. With a plop, he moves his thumb out of you and smears your saliva down your chin and neck between your breasts.

“Pretty, all of you. Now get on the bed and sit down; spread those pretty legs for Daddy to see his pretty pussy,” he commands, turning around to get a chair and placing it in front of the bed. Ari sits down, waiting for you to do as you’re told.

You look intensely at him, sitting down on the bed and spreading your legs. Your feet are placed on both of his thighs, which are spread as well. Ari’s big hands find their way on your ankles, holding them in place while he watches your dripping pussy.

You’re clenching around nothing, whimpering. “Daddy, please, need you. I need your cock,” you whimper, but you earn a soft slap against your thigh, making you squirm.

“You won’t get my dick just yet, babygirl. I want you to use those pretty fingers of yours and pleasure yourself; show Daddy how good you can fuck yourself,” he says, grinning. Your eyes widen, and you pout softly. Your boyfriend shakes his head, nodding at your hands. You sigh, bringing one of your hands to your belly and snaking it down to your already wet folds. Ari hums as he watches your fingers move to your pussy.

Your boyfriend places one of his large hands on his thigh and the other on his covered cock, palming it through his pants. His blue eyes watch you intensely as you slowly circle your clit, whining about the sensation. You slowly slide your fingers down to your entrance, pushing one inside of you as you watch Ari.

“Good girl, now another one fits too! You can take two of my fingers, and they are way thicker than yours, babygirl,” he says, smirking as you struggle to push another digit into your tight entrance. You whimper, shaking your head, and within a second, your boyfriend towers above you, his large hand holding your smaller wrist, and he pushes two of your fingers with a slight force into you.

You moan, arching your back and pressing yourself into Ari’s direction as he removes his hand from yours and takes a step back. With a grin on his beautiful, plump lips, he unbuckles his belt, taking off his pants and boxer briefs.

Ari’s cock is rock-hard, the tip leaking and red as he wraps his hand around his thick shaft and slowly strokes his cock. “That’s when you don’t listen to your Daddy, babygirl. You know I’m right, and you know I've had lots of work lately. Being a mobster means taking care of everything in this town, but even though nothing is more important than you, my love. But next time you’re asking me for persimmon, call me so I can watch,” Ari says, chuckling as you immediately nod your head. “Now add another finger; want this pretty pussy to be stretched for my cock.”

You shake your head, whining. “Doesn’t fit, Daddy,” you say, pouting as he sighs, growling. You know damn well that you could fit another finger into your pussy; his cock is thick enough to be compared with four of your fingers, and you have only two inside of you yet.

“Aw, come on. You can take another one,” he says, continuing to stroke his cock while he looks from your pussy up to your face. His eyes are narrowed, and his expression is stern, urging you to do as you’re told. “I won’t repeat myself.”

You bring another finger to your entrance, slowly pushing it into your tight hole with the others as you moan loudly. Your cunt is burning, and you’re slowly curling and moving them inside of you while you feel your boyfriend's gaze watching you intensely. His lips are curled up into a smirk, his thumb running over the leaking tip of his cock and smearing his pre-cum all over his thick cock.

“Good girl! Such a good girl for Daddy,” he praises you. “If you’re good and make us both come, you’re going to get a treat from me; how about my cock and a nice shower? And after that, I'm gonna take good care of my babygirl.”

You know what he wants — you give him a pretty show, making yourself come all over your fingers to bring him over the edge with that as well. When it comes to your face, your pants, moans, and whimpers when you come, your big fearful mobster can’t help but come almost immediately with you — and you love it, having such an effect on Ari with just making yourself come or letting him help you come all over him.

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bunnyrafe · 3 months ago

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𓊆ྀིyour stepfather rafe is a mean, old man. and it really doesn’t help that you’re constantly & accidentally testing his patience.𓊇ྀི

♥︎ 𝓃otes: extremely willing to do a part two of this, just wanted to play around with this idea first… enjoy xoxo

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. 800. taboo themes f!reader, stepdad/older/dark!rafe, dubcon, age gap (20s & 40s), stepcest, cheating, choking, degradation & dumbification, piss/watersports but not really, a single spank, use of daddy — no actual smut for this piece but clearly some heavy d/s dynamics & power imbalance.

“There she is.”

There’s a rasp to Rafe’s voice.

It meets your ears just as you hear your friend’s car speed out of the driveway, sealing your fate.

You weren’t expecting to see him in the family room when you stumbled through the foyer, after clumsily shutting the front door behind you. The sound of your heels on the hardwood floor isn’t exactly quiet but you can barely hear them over your heart pounding in your ears, upon seeing your stepfather sitting there.

Only one light is on, illuminating the side of his face and reflecting off of his crystal glass while he takes a sip of his whiskey. You don’t miss the dangerous glimmer in his eye; you can’t help the way your lips part, breath getting caught up in your throat until you find it in you to speak— “I told you guys I’d be late…”

Rafe nods at that, placing his glass down. You want to slam your head against the wall when you realize you’re totally slurring on your words— although, it shouldn’t matter. You may be under their roof but you are an adult. Arguably a sheltered princess but a big girl nonetheless.

He exhales and casually pats his lap, “Sit with me.”

“I don’t think I should—”

“Oh— c’mon,” there’s that edge to his voice again. “Don’t break my heart...”

Don’t piss him off— is what he means to say.

So you end up in his lap. With your party dress riding up as your knees are on either side of his hips, your trembling arms are guided to wrap around his neck. The scent of hard liquor and his expensive cologne dances around your nose, and you suddenly feel even more intoxicated than you already did. Because this is wrong. This is your mother’s husband of three years. This is the man that helped pay for your tuition.

“Y’know your mother was still worried sick,” he suddenly says, “had to fuckin’ get her some wine so she’d calm down and pass the fuck out already.”

His strong arms coil around your middle, squeezing you up in his hold until you squeak. But the growing tingle between your thighs reminds you why you were in such a rush to get into the house. Embarrassment causes your body to go hot, tongue feeling beyond heavy with the weight of what you’re about to utter out.

“Rafe, I have to…” You’re trying your hardest to not cry. You sniffle pathetically, trembling in his lap, “I— have to use the bathroom. Let me go, please— ‘m sorry I worried her.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll let you go that easy.” He tuts. His grip on you grows stronger by the second, flexing the arm that’s already around your waist so you can’t squirm away.

All while his free hand wraps around your throat. Simply keeping you right where he wants you to be and forcing you to stare into his face— your head bobbles with every word that falls from his whiskey flavored lips, “I dunno, babygirl… Maybe I should jus’ let you make a mess in my lap. Like the dumb, filthy girl you are. Seems like you’d surely learn your lesson then… right?”

“Rafe, please.” You choke out, fisting at the crisp cotton of his button up in your clammy hands, “I won’t stay out so late next time!”

Without warning you’re forced out his lap, and your hands are smacked away when you try to pull your little dress down. Only so his own hand can swat at the fullness of your ass. The sharp sting left behind forces you to bite back a hiccup, not wanting to risk waking your mother up.

“There won’t be a next time,” he snarls, “My house, my rules— y’got that? Never had proper fuckin’ discipline in your life, huh?”

Solemnly, you nod and sniffle yet again because how can you possibly respond to that? You shuffle uncomfortably in your heels, squeezing your thighs together while looking at him with glossy, tear filled eyes until his own soften a bit.

“Fuck— go clean yourself up ‘n get ready for bed like a good girl,” his gentle tone is music to your tired ears— you feel like you can finally breathe, only for that sinking feeling to take over once more as he continues on, “I’ll take care of your mother— but you’ll have to make it up to your daddy tomorrow, understand?”

You couldn’t possibly rush up the stairs any faster. You almost trip over your feet trying to get into your own bathroom. And when everything is said and done, you crawl into bed with tear streaked cheeks and fall asleep with sticky panties, mind running wild with visions and thoughts of what Rafe might have in store for you…

#⌨️ bunny writes #sorry for any mistakes i couldn’t proofread this again my eyes were so tired #dark rafe cameron x reader #dark rafe x reader #dark rafe cameron x you #dark rafe x you #dark rafe cameron smut #dark rafe smut #tw stepcest #tw age gap #stepdad!rafe

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finnsbubblegum · 2 years ago

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Playing House (Joel Miller X Reader)

Pairing: no-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sweet joel, domestic joel, rom-com

Summary (Series): reader as Joel’s neighbor. Joel’s wife left him so Joel asked his neighbor for help in babysitting Sarah.

Summary: Zoo date with Joel and baby Sarah ended up in agreement to play house? What more could you ask for?

Words count: 1.7k

A/N: I’m trying to make this as a rom-com, hope you like my new series! This is part 3 of Where It All Starts. But it can also be read as a standalone. I'm beyond happy that many of you liked it so I hope you enjoy the next parts. Stay tuned and love you!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

It had already been a month since you babysat Sarah and you got closer to Joel. You spent almost every dinner with him. You even spent your weekends with him and baby Sarah. Joel and you probably even attached to each other at this point.

“We’re going to the zoo, yayy!!” You extended your hand to the back seat hyping up Sarah who was sitting in the baby car seat.

“You excited, babygirl?” Joel turned his head to look at Sarah before he drove.

*Sarah giggled*

“She’s definitely excited.” You laughed and looked at Joel.

“Seatbelt?” Joel reminded you.

“Right.” You grabbed the seatbelt and wore it.

“Okay. Done.” You told Joel.

“Alright. Let’s go.” Joel put his hands on the steering wheel and drove to the zoo.

At the zoo

“There’s so many people here.” You said as you cradled Sarah on your chest while waiting for Joel who was setting up the baby stroller.

“Maybe because it's the weekend?” Joel shrugged.

“Yeah.” You nodded and looked around.

“Ready?” Joel asked as he put the baby bag on his shoulder and held the baby stroller.

“She’s sleeping? Want to put her here?” Joel offered to put Sarah in the stroller.

“I’ll hold her for a while.”

Joel went to buy the tickets while you sat on the bench with Sarah. She slept so soundly so you decided to put her in the stroller.

“You got it?” You stood up as Joel was walking towards you.

“Yep.” Joel pushed the baby stroller and walked to the entrance with you.

It had been a while since the last time you went to the zoo so you got excited. You remembered when you were a kid you went to the zoo with your parents almost every month. You loved animals so you always asked your dad to bring you to the zoo.

“I missed this feeling.”

“Going to the zoo?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, I used to go to the zoo every month with my family.” You chuckled.

“Glad I asked you to come.” Joel smiled.

“Thanks, Joel. I feel like a kid again.” You stroked his muscly upper arm.

“You’re welcome.”

*Baby Sarah babbled*

“Someone is awake.” You walked forward and crouched to see Sarah.

Joel stopped and crouched beside you.

“Hey, babygirl. You want to see around?” He caressed Sarah’s cheek with his index finger.

*Sarah giggled*

Joel lifted Sarah from the stroller and carried her with one arm while the other arm pushed the stroller.

“Give me the bag. I’ll carry it.” You wanted to help.

“No, no. It’s heavy.” Joel refused.

“Why don’t we put it in the stroller?” You suggested.

“Oh, yeah. Right.” You took the bag from Joel’s shoulder and put it in the empty stroller.

*Saw a lion*

“There! Look sweetie, it’s a lion.” You pointed at the lion. Joel turned Sarah so she could see.

“Roaarr..” You roared and made a claw gesture to Sarah.

She just stared at you confused.

“She has no idea what you’re doin’.” Joel laughed.

“Yep. She didn’t even flinch.” You laughed.

“We should bring her back here again when she’s bigger. I’m sure she won’t remember today.” Joel added.

Joel froze for a second. He thought to himself, “I did not just say that.”. He was embarrassed with the words he just said. Did he just ask you to come to the zoo with him and Sarah a few years in the future? Did he just include you in his future? He was flustered but he had to act cool.

“Yes, she’s too small to remember. But she looks happy now.” You stroked Sarah’s head who was resting on Joel’s chest.

“I haven’t seen monkeys. Where’s the monkeys?” Joel tried to change the topic.

“Wait. Let’s see the map.” You looked at the map and found where the monkeys were.

“Here.” You pointed at the location and guided the way.

You and Joel walked around the zoo and enjoyed the moment. You introduced various animals to baby Sarah even though you know she didn’t understand and she wouldn’t remember it. But it was fun and important to interact with the baby so you did it anyway. Joel also interacted with Sarah, he made animals sound to her and you laughed at him.

The day at the zoo was really fun. And you couldn’t stop thinking about what the waitress from the Mexican place said. She said that the three of you looked really cute as a family and even said you two made a beautiful baby?! You actually got butterflies when you heard that. You had always liked playing house when you were a kid so you enjoyed this moment with Joel and baby Sarah. You felt like you were spending your weekend with your family with a husband and a baby daughter. It felt real and you liked it. You wondered what other people thought when they saw the three of you. Did they see you and Joel as a married couple with a baby? The thought itself made you giggle but you tried your best to hide it. For a moment, you forgot that you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship.

“Do you want to sit for a while and get somethin’ to eat?” Joel pointed to an empty seat and table.

“Yeah, I’m kinda hungry.” You put your hand to your stomach.

“Sit here.” Joel dragged the chair for you to sit.

You moved the baby bag from the stroller and Joel put Sarah in the stroller.

“Hot dog?” Joel asked.

“Yeah, anything.” You nodded.

“Okay, wait here.” Joel nodded and walked away to buy hot dogs.

While waiting for Joel, you pushed the stroller back and forth so Sarah could sleep.

“Here.” Joel passed you the hot dog.

“Thank you.” You grab a bite to the hot dog.

Joel and you talked as you ate. Joel suggested that you sit for a while and rest.

“Joel..”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember the last time we met my ex that morning months ago? I haven’t talked to you about it..I-uh-I’m sorry I let him believe we were married. I just-I just want him to believe I’m happy without him. I mean I am happy. I’m sure you heard me that day. Well, long story short, he cheated on me. So I hate him so much.” You rolled your eyes as you tried to open up to him.

“I totally understand. You don’t have to apologize. He’s a jerk. Let him believe we’re married, I’m your husband, that’s okay, as long as I can help you.” Joel’s words touched your heart. How could a man be this sweet?

“Thank you, Joel.”

“I-uh-I also haven’t told you about Sarah’s mom.”

“Wait, I have a confession to make.” You stopped Joel.

“Confession?” Joel raised his eyebrows.

“I actually overheard you and Sarah’s mom on the night she left.” You confessed.

“Oh..Yeah so she left us. We had a shotgun wedding and she decided to leave 3 months after Sarah was born. Said we’re not meant to be together. Doesn’t want a baby and everythin’.” He sighed.

“You deserve better, Joel.” You put your hand on top of his.

“Thank you.” He smiled at you.

“You know what? Should we keep doing this?” You lightened up the mood.

“Do what?” Joel was confused.

“This. Us playing house.” You pointed at him and yourself back to back.

Joel raised his eyebrows, pouted his lips and nodded.

“Should we make a contract?” You joked.

“Contract? I don’t follow.” Joel rested his chin on his palm.

“You know. Like in movies where they make contracts for fake relationships and stuff.” You explained. Joel nodded as he listened to you trying to digest what you were saying.

“At least we could do it in front of our exes. You did that for me. I’ll do that for you too if you want me to.”

“That sounds fun.” Joel was interested in your proposal.

“So should we write a contract now?” Joel asked.

“No, no. I was just joking. How about just a verbal pact?” You laughed.

“Deal.” He stretched his hand to you to shake your hand.

“Alright, Mr. Miller. Deal.” You shook his hand.

*baby cries*

“Time to eat.” You laughed.

Joel took the baby bottle from the baby bag and put Sarah in his arms to feed her.

“You hungry, huh?” Joel looked at Sarah as he fed her.

After Joel fed her, he stood up and put Sarah facing away from him to help her burp.

“Can I do it?” You offered.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You insisted.

Joel passed Sarah to you and you placed Sarah on your chest facing back. You supported her chin on your shoulder and gently patted her back. After one or two minutes, she let out a burp.

“Good girl.” You chuckled.

“Oh!” You suddenly felt damp on your shoulder.

You turned away to show your back to Joel.

“Is there something on my back?” You asked Joel.

“Uhm..Yes..” Joel didn’t know what to say.

“What is it?” You panicked.

“I think Sarah just dribbled some milk on you.” Joel rubbed his mouth.

“Uh-oh.” You put Sarah back to the stroller and tried to look at your back.

Joel quickly got some tissue and helped you wiped the milk on your shoulder and hair.

“Here. Why don’t you change into this?” He took off his outer flannel shirt and gave it to you. He was now wearing only a white shirt.

“Thank you.” You went to the restroom to change and went back to him and Sarah.

“It looks like I’m wearing a dress.” You chuckled.

“You look cute.” Joel praised you but his voice was so small.

He didn’t want you to hear him. You heard him anyway but you acted like you didn’t. In fact, you were blushing. You and Joel continued wandering around the zoo, joking and laughing until the zoo closed then you went home.

“Today was fun.” Joel said as he parked the car in the driveway.

“I had a great time. Thank you.” You reached his hand and gave a slight touch.

“She’s sleeping.” You whispered as you looked at baby Sarah in the back seat.

“We gotta keep quiet.” Joel whispered and chuckled.

“I’ll wash your shirt and give you back tomorrow?” You pinched the shirt.

“Don’t worry about that.”

You went home smelling Joel’s shirt and giggled. His woody, musky, masculine smell gives you comfort and you wished you could keep it. But you had to give it back so you gave it a last smell before you put it in your washing machine and got back to reality.

To be continued…

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uplatterme · 2 years ago

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a/n: did somebody say another writing style?? is this zandik? (idk). is this modern au? (idk). you can decide for yourselves really. dottie may not be a girl but he’s babygirl. therefore, onahole.

cw: sub!dottore, dom!reader (gn!terms,reader penetrates) | pwp, objectification, deepthroating (character!receiving), slight asphyxiation, crying, toys underneath clothes, humiliation, overstimulation, aphrodisiac, semi-public (why are there so many. i may have gone too wild, i fear.)

5 Important and Essential Steps To Remember Into Becoming the Perfect Onahole <3 (ft. Il Dottore)

1. Open Up! Nothing is too big. If you think it is, you’re simply not trying hard enough. Your throat is there for a reason!

Dottore’s in tears as he tries to take in your entire length, not even halfway. The edges of his mouth hurt, he can’t breathe, and worse of all, you’re judging him while he pathetically gags, saliva dripping all over his legs.

“Teeth, Dottore.” You say.

He sobs even more, the fact that he has to adjust and open up wider due to his sharp teeth is agonizing. He needs air, he wants to breathe deeper but he knows that’ll only mess things up, pulling you even deeper into his throat.

He uses his hand, pulling down his jaw. He can take you—he can—he can—he will!

Dottore practically almost faints once you’re all the way to his throat, he rolls his eyes, he can’t say anything or think at this point. His groaning is vibrating on your skin, if he tries to speak, he’ll die.

You drag your finger down his throat, you’re bulging, the soft skin barely doing anything to hide your curve.

“Such a perfect sleeve, my love.”

He can’t hear you anymore.

2. Always Be Ready! An onahole must always be ready for its owner’s use. Make sure you’re always lubed up and stretched out!

Dottore shudders as the vibrator shakes inside his walls, he wants to buckle over, it’s been so long since he’s taken it out. He wants to, but he can’t. What if you were to pull him away right now? He can’t be caught unprepared and dry! He has to please you after all.

His wetness damps his pants and he hastily tries to cover it with his laboratory gown. Each step ruins him, sending the vibrator even deeper. He breathes out his moans, it’s embarrassing. Climaxing due to walking like this in public? Dottore shivers as he thinks.

He needs a release, please. He begs silently, in whimpers, hoping that you were able to somehow magically hear them.

He has to assist himself on a wall, walking and finding somewhere he won’t be seen. The Doctor ends up in an alley, collapsing on his knees as he finishes, his legs shaking against one another. The vibrator ruthlessly pounds into him even after that, making him remember that he can’t turn it off. He trembles as he stands up, he can’t stay here.

Dottore licks his lips and smiles.

3. Be Quiet! As an onahole, you have no right to argue with your owner. Whether they fill you up or thrust ruthlessly, that is up to them!

Dottore’s body is limping as you keep pushing. He’s exhausted, how many hours…? The aphrodisiac has made it hard to tell.

His lab is ruined, secretions everywhere due to the different positions he has been in. Right now, he’s flipped over, unable to see your face, not even for comfort. He swallows down a cry, anybody could walk in right now. It’s been hours of gasping and panting, just so he avoids specific lewd noises that may come out of his mouth.

“W-When will we finish?” He asks.

“Be patient.”

Another vial is forced into his mouth. The immediate effects are already showing. His skin burns, touch him, please.

“Oh god…” He yearns.

He agreed to this, he tells himself. Still, he’s barely able to do anything except lay down on the laboratory table, on top of his very important studies, cumming all over them.

“S-Stomach’s full…I can’t—”

4. Stay Still! Where are you going? You aren’t done until your owner says so, silly! An onahole lets their holes be used in any way they want.

Dottore flushes in embarrassment. The bathroom stall had such a limited space, and yet he still grinds down on you. He silently cries, begging you to be done.

You don’t even bother to close the door. His reputation would be at risk here! He’s warm. When you called him here, he did not expect for such a thing to happen, and yet, here he is, bouncing up and down, liquids audibly mixing and painting his walls.

The toilet is clean and he may as well replace that instead with how much you’ve excreted into him. He does a far better job than that.

This is not for his pleasure, he allows his body to be used by you like this. Yet, he still wallows in it, as if it was him using you instead.

Dottore yelps once his body is pushed down by his waist. He chants out your name, pleading for no more due to how tired he is.

He hopes no one hears that.

Unfortunately for him, the sound of a toilet flushing follows.

5. Keep Practicing! In order to achieve perfection, you must have lots and lots of experience first. Once you’re confident in your skills, that’s when you can truly call yourself the perfect onahole.

Dottore’s insides have been carved out just for your shape. His body knows just what to do to please you.

Starting with his mouth, which can now open wide. Not gagging anymore as it’s filled to the brim. He uses his throat to his advantage, learning how he can effectively control it by studying the folds that move whenever he speaks. He still cries in pain, but he promises to do better next time! He’ll get there!

Then his thighs, you’ve used them so much to the point it feels as if nerves of pleasure have started to sprout there. His body arching just from a simple pinch of his skin. He can’t get enough of it.

Finally, his hole. Unclenching and clenching at the right rhythm, now knowing how to keep everything you give him inside, not letting a single drop spill. He can take you whole now, his guts having the pleasure to remember you well.

Such a perfect cocksleeve.

No matter how many times you’ve used him, it never gets old. Like every single time is perfect, a repeating cycle of pure pleasure for each of you.

Shit, you’re addicted.

#ugh dottore content again??#dom reader #sub genshin impact #dom!reader #sub genshin #genshin impact smut #plattered writings #genshin impact x reader #sub dottore #sub!dottore

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naturesapphic · 7 months ago

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could I maybe request Caregiver Natasha and Little fem reader who doesn’t wanna go to bed?

Bedtime Troubles

Mommy!natasha romanoff x fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression, reader having a attitude

“Come on y/n…put up your toys. It’s time for bed.” Natasha said sternly as she’s been trying to get you to pick up your toys and go to bed. It was no use, you didn’t want to stop playing with your toys, you didn’t want to go to bed just yet.

“Nu! Nu wan to go to beds!” You whined out as you didn’t want to stop playing with your toys just yet. Natasha gave you a stern look and you hugged loudly and threw your toys back in your toy chest and angrily stomped out of the room and went into the bathroom.

You slammed it shut and locked yourself in there while your mommy was shocked at your anger y behavior. “Y/n sweetie. You know we don’t slam and lock doors. Why don’t you come out and we can talk baby.” Natasha said calmly through the door. “Nu!” You yelled out and Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose, getting frustrated.

“Come on princess. Let mommy help you. If you go ahead and come out, I won’t punish you for slamming the door and locking it.” She stated sternly. After a few moments you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, peeking your head out to see your worried but frustrated looking mommy.

You felt bad for how you acted but in your mind you had a reason to. Natasha went over and picked you up in her arms and headed towards y’all’s shared bedroom. She sat you down on the bed and kneeled in front of you, putting her hands on your knees. “Why don’t you want to go to bed little spider.” Natasha asked you softly as she gives you a loving look.

You looked down ashamed and started playing with your hands and your mommy gently takes them in hers and rubs them softly. “It’s okay babygirl. You can always talk to mommy.” She reassured you and you nodded. “I Nu like da dark…” you said quietly but Natasha heard it.

“You don’t like the dark angel?” She repeated and asked you to make sure she understood what you said. “Nu wike it…it’s scarys.” You explained and she nodded. “I understand that baby and you are in luck because I thought you may like this.” She said and you looked up at her confused until she went into the closet and a pulled out a nightlight that has your favorite cartoon show on it.

You gasped and smiled big at the sight of it. “I wuv it! Tank chu mommy!” You said happily as you run up to her and give her a big tight hug. She smiles and hugs you back just as tight. “You’re welcome love bug. Now, let’s get you tucked into bed and see how this light works.” She explained and you nodded your head exitedly.

She helped you put your pjs on and watched you brush your teeth. She then picked you up and tucked you into the bed and got your new night light and put it on the wall near your side of the bed and it shone bright on the ceiling. You gasped in amazement and continued to watch up at the ceiling.

Natasha did her own nightly routine and joined you in the bed and saw how happy and calm you were. She smiled to herself and watched you drift off to sleep, knowing that you still may be scared of the dark but at long as she was here, she would never let anything happen to you. Her little spider.

A/n: I hope you liked this anon! And I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too. Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

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skylarsblue · 2 years ago

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✦Incorrect C.o.D Quotes, Again✦

Guess who's back...back again-

Ghost @ DILF!Y/N: Stop making me have gay thoughts, General. I look at men and I feel weird. I feel strange. It makes me wanna do things. I don’t like that.

(This also works with Soap, of course)

-- (Based on that one Avatar moment that set the fucking bar for me. Also, bonus random name of an NPC) Ghost: Oliver is the best sniper. DILF!Y/N, real softly over Ghost’s shoulder: …well I don’t want Oliver. Ghost, a man with daddy issues: Ghost, internally: HOLD IT THE FUCK TOGETHER SOLDIER, WE’LL GET THROUGH THIS

-- Y/N: I was gonna say that if in ten years time, the two of us aren’t married, let’s agree… Gaz: Yeah? Y/N: To hunt each other for sport. Gaz: T-To hunt each other for sport?- Y/N: Yeah! D-did you just agree?! Gaz: I thought you were gonna say like, y’a know, let’s get married! Let’s- Y/N: Oh! Oh. Gaz: I’ll be your Gilligan! Y/N: I didn’t mean- the signals-

-- Gaz: Sorry! I thought I saw a wasp. Y/N: Do you love me too? Gaz, breaking his neck: Excuse me?

-- (NSFW warning) Y/N: Like- no I know it’s bad but bro I- he makes me such a whore. Soap: Okay like, on a scale of one to ten- Y/N: I’d let him cum on my glasses Soap: ON YOUR GLASSES?! Oh it’s serious. Y/N: I KNOW

-- 141: *looking at knocked out Graves* Y/N: I’m gonna check his pockets. Alejandro: For weapons? Y/N: No, to see where he keeps the fucking audacity. Soap: *wheeze* No no, bad timing, don’t be funny this is serious.

-- Y/N: You wanna go toe-to-toe with me, pretty boy? Alejandro: Go for it.~ I’ll give you the first shot. Y/N: Better make it count, casanova. Alejandro: I never half-ass anything, mi girasol. Ghost: Oi, keep your pants on and focus, would ya?

-- Soap: Missed me missed me now you gotta kiiii…. Simon: Now I gotta what? Soap: Nothin’ forget it- Simon: No no, now I gotta what?

-- Y/N, surrounded by attractive men: Am I…a whore? Y/N: *looks at them* Y/N: I don’t really give a fuck, HEY TEAM-

-- Gaz: Why are you just…laying on the couch? Usually you’re up and doing something. Y/N: Can’t move. Soap: Why?? Y/N: *sits up on their elbows and allows their neck to be seen* Gaz: *gasp* Nooooo… Y/N: Mhm. Soap: Nuh uh. Y/N: König carried me here. >:) Gaz: YOU WHORED! Y/N: I DID!!

-- Someone: Please PLEASE don’t tell anyone. Y/N: I won’t! I won’t, promise. Someone: *sigh* Thank you. … Price: *doing paperwork* Y/N, busting in: CAPTAIN!! Price: BLOODY FU-What in the world?! Y/N: *shuts his door and smoothly sits on his desk* Captain you will not believe what I have heard.

-- Soap: I’m gonna stop listening to drama. I’m gonna focus on my training, be a better person- Gaz: Right, right. Y/N, popping in: Guess who got caught sucking dick in the bathroom. Soap & Gaz: WHO?! Soap: *falls out of chair*

-- Price: Be nice. Y/N: I’m always nice! Price: Really nice, not bitchy nice. Y/N: …you tied my hands but fine.

-- (With a random backstory I have in my brain for König) Y/N: How do you uh, deal with all this trauma? König: I call my mutter. Y/N: That’s beautiful, K- König: Call my mutter a bitch.

-- Gaz: GIRLFRIEND STOP, GET BACK IN THE CAR Soap with zero self preservation instincts: *sprinting with a pipe bomb* YOU GET BACK HERE!

-- Y/N: This entire team is full of babygirls. Gaz: Oh not that fucking meme- Soap: Full of huh? Ghost: Call me that and I will snap your spine. Y/N: Bring it! An honor sir! Price: Jesus Christ-

#the dilf ones are for my own enjoyment #i have a dilf oc and this is how i get it out #call of duty x y/n #call of duty x reader #call of duty #konig call of duty #konig x reader #captain john price #john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #incorrect cod quotes

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writingfandomfeels · 1 year ago

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Anakin Skywalker - The Jedi's Bodyguard

Summary: There's an assassin after Anakin so the council order him to lay low at a safe house, with you to protect him.

Word count: 2k

Content Warnings: Porn with plot, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, intercourse, orgasm denial, overstimulation, Anakin calling you "babygirl".

The large doors opened to reveal the council, sitting in the circle the way they did. You quietly entered and stood against the wall near the door, watching as the meeting unfolded.

Anakin stood in the center, facing the council.

“I am more than capable of taking care of myself!” He argued.

“Anakin, you must understand, we don’t know what this assassin is capable of, nor his motives. Until we can determine such things we simply cannot put you at risk.” Obi-Wan reasoned.

“I do not fear death, master. If putting my life at risk gives us an advantage in apprehending this stranger then I wish to do so!”

“The council appreciates your dedication, young Skywalker,” Mace Windu said sternly, “however, the mission has already been assigned, and alternative arrangements have been made.” He nodded in your direction.

Anakin followed his gaze to where you stood.

Feeling rather uncomfortable and unsure how to respond, you gave him an awkward wave accompanied by the kind of tight lipped smile you give a stranger when you accidentally make eye-contact with them in passing.

While Anakin was hardly a stranger as you had been friends for years and secretly even more than that in recent months, the situation itself carried a strangeness that you weren’t sure how to handle.

The council approached you earlier that day, explaining the situation and that they wanted to place Skywalker under your protection until they’d had a chance to further investigate the attempt made on his life. While you were in equal rank to him and agreed with the argument you expected he’d use, that he was perfectly capable of defending himself, you also understood Obi-Wan’s reasoning of wanting him to have backup, and as he couldn’t do it himself since he had been assigned investigating the assassin, he recommended you, knowing that Anakin might be less obtuse if it were a friend he were saddled with.

You watched as Anakin turned back to the council, breathing slowly. You wondered if it was a breath of relief he was letting out, or of frustration for the council.

“There is a safehouse on the moon of Endor. A cabin. We will retrieve you there when it is time.” Mace informed.

“Spend this time meditating, you must, for temptation paves the path to the dark-side.” Yoda instructed.

You both bowed to the council before exiting into the hallway. Almost immediately, Anakin began complaining.

“I can’t believe they think I need a babysitter and won’t let me hunt the bastard. If anyone can catch him, it’s me!”

“While I don’t doubt that, maybe you’re looking at this from the wrong perspective.” You suggested.

He looked at you confused as to how there could possibly be any other way of looking at it.

You stopped walking and grabbed his arm so he would stop and look at you. “We were just given orders to hide out in a cabin together. Alone. Do you see where I’m going with this now?”

Realization lit up his face, as a smile began to grow. “Well then what are we waiting for?”

He darted off to the spaceport.

Once on the ship, Anakin was already in the pilot seat when you approached.

“Uh-uh-uh,” You corrected and he gave you a look. “I’m flying.”

He blinked, still smiling. “No you’re not.”

“Um, yeah, I am. Council’s orders.” You stated.

“What’s wrong with my flying?” He grumbled, getting up and switching to the co-pilot’s seat.

You shrugged. “I think the words were ‘too reckless’?”

He scoffed. “Name one time!”

You snickered at his sarcasm.

It wasn’t long before you reached your destination. After gently landing the ship, you noticed Anakin eagerly jumping out of his seat and getting ready to open the door.

“Hold on a second,” you warned.

“Why?” He asked.

“I haven’t checked yet if it’s safe.” You said.

“There’s nobody around, it’s fine.”

“Look,” you said, getting a little frustrated. You knew being Anakin’s security wouldn’t prove easy, but you’d hoped you could at least get to the cabin before having to assert yourself. “It’s my job to protect you. I was entrusted with making sure you’re safe and not doing anything crazy so it’s not fine until I say it’s fine.” You said, pausing to determine with the force that there really was no sign of threat. Which there wasn’t. “It’s fine.”

Smiling that he was right, he rolled his eyes at you and exited the ship.

You made it to the cabin just as night fell. The cabin was old and not well insulated, letting the cold air of the night seep in.

You shivered. “I’ll get us a fire started.” You said, crouching in front of the fireplace.

Anakin joined you. “I have some other ideas of how we could keep warm.”

You felt him place a gentle kiss on your jawline as you watched the dark wooden walls light up in the glow of the fire.

He brushed your hair away and pulled at your robe so he could begin trailing kisses down your neck, to your collarbone, then your shoulder as he slowly continued to expose more of your skin.

You hummed happily as he kissed, taking you in his arms now and slowly leaning you, until your back laid against the old woven rug on the floor.

Taking things up a notch, Anakin nibbled at your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you.

He continued his kisses down to your chest, pulling back just for a moment, wanting to look at you. As he did, you reached to undo his robe as well, revealing his gorgeous chest.

“God, you get more beautiful every time I see you.” He stared.

You smiled, fighting off a blush. “Alright, enough, just come here already.” You said, reaching your arms out, intending to wrap them around him and pull him against you. But instead he pulled back where you couldn’t reach him.

“Ah,” he grinned, watching your expression, “maybe you can boss me around out there, but in here, I’m in charge.”

And with that, he pulled off the rest of your clothing, leaving you naked before him. He hummed in approval. “Absolutely perfect.”

Leaning back down to you now, he palmed your breast with his hand, while kissing down your stomach.

Your heart raced as you anticipated where he was headed.

A few kisses and nibbles against your inner thighs left you weak, as you begged to feel more of him.

“Ani- please.” You requested softly.

“Hmm, only if you’re patient.” He responded from between your thighs, caressing them with his fingers now and giving you goosebumps.

He let another moment pass before licking up your slit, stopping just before reaching your clit.

You sighed, letting your eyes close, relieved to have finally felt him, and desperate to again.

He obliged, moving his tongue against you, then finally swirling it around your bud.

Softly you moaned as he kept it up, lapping at you, until you felt him slip two fingers inside of you.

You moaned louder. “Oh god, yes.”

His long fingers rubbed against your inner roof, pulling your orgasm closer and closer.

“Ah, fuck,” you cursed, feeling yourself just on the edge of bliss.

Suddenly it all stopped. Your eyes shot open to see him grinning devilishly as he sat up, wiped his fingers on his robe, and stood to take off his pants.

“Remember babygirl,” he said, now crawling on top of you. He inserted his length then leaned down so his face was just inches away. “I’m in charge now.” he whispered before crashing his lips down hard.

Passionately, you kissed, as he began rocking into you in time to the movement of your mouths. You brought your hand up to the back of his head, burying your fingers into his soft hair, and pulling at it as you scratched his head.

He moaned into your mouth in response. You knew how much he loved you touching his hair. And he knew how much you loved hearing him moan.

You kissed his neck, eliciting another moan from him.

“This isn’t right, you should be moaning way more than me.” He said. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Anakin took your legs, lifting them up so your ankles rested on his shoulders by his ears. Immediately you gasped at the deeper penetration, unable to conceal your moans.

You felt the familiar coil in your stomach tighten again, winding you back up to your release. Anakin quickened his pace, his tip now rubbing against you in such a way that your moans were broken with gasps.

“Oh, don’t stop,” you whined needily.

“Stop? Okay.” Anakin teased and pulled out completely.

Your eyes fluttered in disbelief as you felt your O dissipate. “What? No!”

He chuckled, pleased with himself.

“What?” He asked innocently. You felt him poke his tip at you, just barely inside. “Is there something you want?”

“Mmmm,” you moaned, your eyes shut again as your pussy tried so hard to pull him back in.

“Sorry, what’s that?” Anakin teased. “Use your words babygirl.”

“Ani- please, I need it.” You begged.

“Need what?” He pressed.

“I need your-” just as you were about to say exactly what he wanted, he pushed back into you all the way, causing your voice to crack, “Ah- your cock!”

He rammed into you relentlessly. Your legs began to quiver as you began to build back up to your high again.

“Not until I say so.” He instructed, not breaking eye-contact with you.

Both of your breathing was ragged. His thrusts were steady and controlled, indicating he was nowhere close and could keep this torture up for a while. Sweat beaded on his face, glimmering with the flickering glow of the flames next to you.

Electricity tingled through your senses, growing more and more intense.

You brought your hand to his chest, your palm stroking down his pecs to his abdomen where you then traced your fingertips over his abs. You felt them tensing against you with each roll of his body into you. Moving back up to his pecs, you rolled one of his nipples under your thumb.

A low groan rumbled out from him and his eyes shut in pleasure.

“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it now.” He growled.

Suddenly pulling your hand away from him, he grabbed your wrists, holding them at your sides, above your head. As he thrusted, his pelvis would press firmly against your swollen bud, nearly sending you over the edge. Your head went fuzzy and you chose to close your eyes again as the world spun in front of you. Your whole body began trembling, and you squeezed his length.

“Not yet.” He ordered.

“Ani, I can’t.” You whimpered, squirming under him.

“Not without my permission.”

You whined, the sensations growing almost painful. “I- I need to-”

“Hey, you hear me?”

You opened your eyes, only feeling his metal hand on your one wrist now.

“You can’t come until I say.” He said, waving his hand over you.

Did he really just?

He moved his hand down to your clit now, circling it with the pad of his thumb. The electricity pulsing within you felt like it was bouncing off a wall, desperate to escape but completely unable to.

Your moans turned into loud begging cries.

“Oh god baby, please, it hurts!” You cried.

His thumb continued to rub, steady, just like his hips.

“Almost,” he said softly, “you’re such a good girl. You can make it.”

Tears filled your eyes, one rolling down your cheek, which Anakin kissed away.

He kissed from your cheek, down to your neck, then with his lips just barely touching your ear, he whispered, “now.”

You wailed as your back arched, pushing him further into you.

Every climax you’d been denied was released at once. Ecstasy crashed over you like a powerful wave shattering through the wall of a dam. The lightning pulsing through your veins was released, coursing out of you through shaking limbs and trembling hands. Your body tensed and contracted, allowing multiple releases to continually flow through you.

Anakin groaned, eyes shut, throwing his head back, biting his lip so hard he tasted a little blood, as his own release came.

You rode the rolling wave of bliss slowly coming down, down, down.

Both of you panted, as he then allowed himself to collapse onto you, sloppily kissing at your neck.

“Best babysitter ever.” He mumbled.

“Bodyguard.” You corrected.

He smirked. “Okay.”

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin smut #anakin x you #star wars anakin #star wars #star wars smut #anakin skywalker smut #my writing #fanakin fiction

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babydollmarauders · 1 year ago

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 18)

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notes: this is short but i needed it out and i’ve been much too busy to write lately and i’m running on very little sleep and can barely keep my eyes open

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 we’re not back

we are SO not back.

but you know who IS back?! MY SEXY ASS, 22 POINT HAVING, COMEBACK GOAL SCORING, SNACK STEALING BOYFRIEND!!

despite the unfortunate 5-3 loss against the dish rags, we did get a few good goals tonight, starting with one from everyone’s favorite previously injured man, JACK ROWDEN HUGHES!!!

babygirl also assisted on Uncle Haula-hoop’s goal (the third and final Devils goal)! and in between those goals, Pally pocket got a goal!!

however, towards the end of first, we were down by one, and despite my strongly worded advisory, coach bark pulled my main man Vitek and let the rags score an empty netter….

anyways! bestie number 1 was wrongfully accused and jailed in the second— his crime? his flow was too nice. not very jail worthy, but the bald bitch from the other team had it out for him.

goodnight and please enjoy the last couple photos i took of my sassy boy toy during his post-game interview where he couldn’t keep his eyes off me— can’t say i blame him 🤭

tagged jackhughes, pally_18, ehaula, and dawson1417

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user93 the red m&m in the 3rd pic is sending me 😭

y/ndevils00 give him some respect! he assisted on that goal!

jackhughes i didn’t realize you were saving the cheez-its!

y/ndevils00 they were my work snack! i need food in order to keep my energy to run around the arena!

jackhughes i give you $30 before every game for you to buy snacks??

y/ndevils00 i prefer to use that money for drinky drinks

lhughes_06 that explains so much

dawson1417 he can’t have my hair!

y/ndevils00 baldy should’ve thought about his flow before he shaved his head! i’ll protect your hair!

john.marino97 and how will you do that?

y/ndevils00 @/john.marino97 the same way i get rid of all the men in my dm’s— beat ‘em off with a stick!

jackhughes MEN IN YOUR DM’S????

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes oh don’t act so surprised! i’m a catch and everyone knows it!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes damn dude, better get a move on with ‘plan alpha-alpha’ before someone snatches up your girl

user66 i love the jack-centric posts! y/n feeds us 🙏

ehaula did you know there’s other players on the team besides your boyfriend?

y/ndevils00 did you know i don’t care about anyone else?

ehaula trust me, i can tell

y/ndevils00 then why are you asking stupid questions you already know the answer to?

ehaula i’m disowning you

y/ndevils00 you can’t do that!

ehaula pretty sure i can!

y/ndevils00 nuh-uh! tell him @/kristen.haula

kristen.haula you can’t disown our niece, Erik!

y/ndevils00 TOLD YOU! NA-NA-NA BOO BOO!

ehaula i can’t believe you’ve wormed your way into my family and won’t leave

dawson1417 yeah, that’s what happens

john.marino97 my mom calls her the daughter she never had

john.marino97 excuse me, where am i?!

y/ndevils00 idk, your couch?

john.marino97 IN THE POST! where am i IN THE POST!

y/ndevils00 oh, you got no points. do better and maybe you’ll be featured

john.marino97 i tried!

y/ndevils00 so try harder?? idk what to tell you

john.marino97 why am i friends with you

y/ndevils00 because i’m hot and funny and smart?

john.marino97 no, that’s not it

user20 poor dawson in the box 😭

_quinnhughes i’ve missed your chaotic energy! can’t wait to see you soon, Dove!!

y/ndevils00 aww! so excited to see you soon huggy! 🥹🤍

jackhughes not once have you said you can’t wait to see me?

lhughes_06 you’ll see your brothers too??

_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 okay?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 i’m lost on what that has to do with me?

lhughes_06 NOTHING! it has NOTHING to do with you!

y/ndevils00 @/lhughes_06 yeah, so it’s irrelevant

nicohischier i hate not playing, but i won’t lie, i love not being on these posts

y/ndevils00 it’s only a matter of time, captain slut!

#media management au!#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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tiredfox64 · 5 months ago

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Curious question to ask you, how protective of a father do you think the Lin Kuei trio would be of their kids?

You say curious question and I expect you to ask my government name but here you are asking a reasonable question.

Ngl I think all of them are very protective in their own way and for their own reasons (omg you poor thing I already sense that I’m about to take this too seriously and think way too hard)

When it comes Bi-Han it will depend on gender (not in a misogynistic way…I think)

He’s gonna protect his son from harm until he is able to protect himself. That doesn’t mean like the moment he turns 18 Bi-Han is like “alright good luck idiot, time to defend yourself from a bear and make your own doctor appointments”. He will still defend and protect his son if he needs to. Now if he has a daughter I think he’s gonna protect her…from boys. He’s traditional in my mind so I believe he believes all boys are the same. So he will teach her to defend herself and how to fight but also remind her that boys are trouble. Heaven help the poor clansman that decides to flirt with Bi-Han’s daughter he will be in that man’s room from dusk till down just staring him down like an alternate in the corner of the room. Their soul will be weighted by a man who knows no shame.

In short, he’s pretty protective

Now let’s do Kuai Liang. He’s protective when necessary.

He’s not a sink or swim kind of father he is more like a Why don’t you know how to use an Allen Wrench kind of dad. He’s not covering all sharp corners of the house to prevent his children from getting hurt. It will teach them to be careful when running and that you’re gonna get hurt sometimes. But he will keep a careful eye on the children if they are playing outside and they are near a woods. The youngest he will ever allow his children to be part of the clan is at 15, even then they will have missions that don’t involve hunting others down.

Alright, Tomas, what can I say about him?

He is big on protecting his kids but also teaching them how to protect themselves and each other. He understands that he won’t be around 24/7 so he has to teach his kids to be prepared. In my eyes I see that as him being very protective because he is still finding a way to protect them and he is still in the mindset that something dangerous could happen.

I saved this daughter part till the end because I feel like Kuai Liang and Tomas are not too worried about their daughters. They care, they teach, they protect, but when it comes to boys their daughters can handle it for themselves. Kuai Liang will act up when his babygirl gets hurt. Hell will come for that boy. Tomas will see the bs from a mile away and drag his daughter before she could get hurt. Again, I find that as another form of protection.

Did that answer your question?

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stellarspecter · 4 months ago

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Who Is That Brand New Babygirl?

@stevieweek Day 1: Stobin | Day 2: Gender Euphoria | Dice Roll: 7. Lingerie

(since there were 10 extra prompts provided, i decided to roll a d10 each day for an extra prompt along with the daily theme! and i combined day 1 and day 2 because i didn't get anything out yesterday and it fit my idea anyway lol) (also divider by @/thecutestgrotto)

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“How about this one?”

Stevie took the lacy scrap of fabric that Robin had shoved in her face. “I like the color.” The panties were blush pink, with a wide band of lace at the top.

“There’s a matching bralette, too.” Robin pointed across the aisle to a rack of bralettes, some of them the same color as the panties she held in her hand.

Stevie flushed. “I don’t know…” Wearing panties was one thing, but a bra? “I don’t even have any growth yet.” She gestured aimlessly to her chest, where the hormones she had only just started taking still had yet to work their magic.

“That’s why it’s a bralette, not a bra. No cups,” Robin explained. “Think of it like a training bra. My mom made me start wearing them in middle school and it was kind of weird, but it does make you more used to wearing one. And feel more grown up, which I guess you don’t really need help with because you’re already an adult, but you know. More like a woman.” She stopped talking with that look on her face that meant she was trying to hold in a patented Robin Ramble™.

“I thought you hated bras,” Stevie pointed out. Robin always made a point of complaining about her bra digging into her ribs, and at this point Stevie thought there might be more of them scattered around her house than in Robin’s, since she always hurried to take them off when she walked in the door.

“I do, but that’s because of the underwire. These ones don’t have that, see?” Robin showed her the simple elastic band at the base of the cups. “Bralettes like this are usually pretty comfortable unless the lace is too scratchy or something.”

Stevie hummed in acknowledgement and ran her fingers across the pink lace. It was soft to the touch, and she couldn’t help but imagine what it might feel like sliding across her skin, under her shirt, a secret from the rest of the world.

She really wanted it.

But what if it wasn’t right? What if she put it on and looked in the mirror and all there was staring back at her was a man playing dress-up, brutish and muscled and ridiculous? She didn’t think she could take the disappointment.

“I…” Her hand hovered over the rack, that fear holding her back.

“Here, we’ll get a few sizes,” Robin said, businesslike as she combed through them and plucked a few out. “You can try them on in the dressing room and see which one you like best, okay?”

“In the dressing room? But won’t someone — I mean, they’ll see that I have —” She stumbled over her words and just waved her hands at the pile of lace in Robin's hands.

Robin considered it for a moment, and then shrugged. “We can say it’s mine and you’re just helping me. Come on.”

With that, she led them to the back of the store, where a bored employee pointed them towards an empty fitting room all the way in the back, much to Stevie’s relief. They shuffled into the little cubicle together, the closeness not even close to a problem for them.

Stevie fingered the edge of her shirt nervously. “Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean what if —” She couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. “— what if it doesn’t fit?” She finished lamely.

“Then we go back out and get another size,” Robin answered. She seemed to understand the unspoken fear beneath her words, and took Stevie’s hand. “I’ll bring the whole lingerie section in here one by one if I need to, okay? We’re not leaving until we find something you feel good in.”

Stevie let out a shaky breath and squeezed Robin’s hand. “Okay. Okay, let’s do this.” With a burst of confidence, she whipped off her shirt and threw it down on the little bend built into the wall. Robin cheered like she was at a sold-out show, not in the back hallway of a department store where other people could definitely hear them. It made Stevie laugh, though, which was almost certainly the point, based on Robin’s satisfied smile.

She pulled a bralette off of its hanger and stared at it for a moment. Would the thing even fit over her head? Were her shoulders too broad? It didn’t have a clasp, so she had to try. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and put it on.

“Let me help you with the straps,” Robin murmured, soft hands fiddling with the fabric stretched across her back. After a moment, she smoothed her hands across it and stepped away. “Perfect.”

Stevie’s eyes watered under her closed lids. “Perfect?”

“Yeah, Stevie,” Robin whispered, gentle in a way that most people who knew her probably didn’t think she was capable of. But Stevie knew her down to her bones, and she got this side of Robin that barely anyone else got to see — the caretaking, loving, protective side of her that knew the nuance of a gentle touch. “Perfect. You wanna take a look?”

Stevie nodded, heart pounding in her chest, Robin’s hands on her shoulders, steering her towards the mirror. She felt paralyzed with the weight of the moment, this one thing that could make or break her whole transition. What if it didn’t fit her? What if she didn’t fit it?

But Robin had said she looked perfect.

Stevie opened her eyes.

In the mirror in front of her stood a woman. Brown hair just brushing her shoulders, moles dotting her tanned skin, blue jeans starting just under her belly button. The blush pink bralette cupped her breasts — her pecs — her boobs in a gentle curve. The wide lace band at the bottom secured it all, and the thin straps drew attention to her shoulders, yes, but also to her delicate collarbones and throat framed between them. The woman in the mirror reached a shaking hand up to feel, and at the first touch of lace to her fingertips, Stevie couldn’t help but sob.

“Oh, Stevie,” Robin said, bundling her in her arms immediately. “What is it? What’s wrong? Do you want to find a different one? Just tell me what you want, I’ll go find something for you, okay?”

“No, it’s — it’s perfect,” Stevie sobbed, tear tracks rolling picturesque down her cheeks. She hoped they wouldn’t drip on the fabric. “I just — I look like a woman.”

“Oh,” Robin breathed. She smiled softly over Stevie’s shoulder in the mirror. “So you’re finally seeing how the rest of us see you, huh?”

That made her start crying all over again, her smile staying fixed on her face. “I — Really? You’re not just saying that or buttering me up, you really — you really see me like this?”

“Really really,” Robin confirmed somberly. “I mean, I don’t know why you said you didn’t have boobies. Have you seen these?” She brought her hands up to Stevie’s chest, stopping just below the end of the bralette to frame them.

Stevie huffed out a wet laugh. “I guess they do fill it out pretty nicely.”

“You guess?” Robin said incredulously. “We gotta find some measuring tape so we can figure out your actual cup size. I bet you’re a B cup already, at least. It’ll be crazy to see how they look in a year.”

“Oh yeah,” Stevie said faintly. “I’m — going to get bigger.” She stared at herself in the mirror intently, analyzing where she might change. “Should we even be shopping this early? I’ll probably grow out of it in a few months.”

Robin shrugged. “It’s a rite of passage, Stevie. Every girl has their first bra. Their first training bra. Then their first real bra. Then they realize bras suck and stop wearing them. Then they realize they’ve been showing full nipple in public on accident for the last week and regrettably, go back to it.”

“That last part might just be you,” Stevie teased.

“So what if it is, it could happen to anybody!” Robin said indignantly. “But seriously, it’s normal to have to go bra shopping a lot while you’re still growing them. I’ll keep going with you, if you’d like.”

Stevie smiled at her in the mirror and caught her hand. “I would like.”

Robin met her eyes through the glass, warmth pouring out. “Awesome.” She stepped back and cleared her throat. “Okay, let’s have you try on the other sizes, just in case, and then maybe we can go find a couple more colors? I think they had some more in this style.”

“Okay,” Stevie agreed. “Thanks for doing this with me. And for being such a good friend.” She took the bralette off and turned around to hand it back to Robin, only to be met with her suspiciously shiny eyes.

“Of course, Stevie,” Robin told her. “Anything for my girl.”

#stevieweek #stevieweek24 #*writes #stranger things fic #stobin #stevie harrington

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mykoreanlove · 1 year ago

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“Hyung, do you want to go out with us?”

Changbin turned around, giddily shaking his head. “No, Innie, not tonight. I am planning on spending the weekend with my babygirl y/n at home – no phones, no distractions, no nagging executives on my back. Just me, her, good food and a lot of sex!”

“Ewwwww”, the youngest replied in disgust.

“Spare us the details, won’t you?” Seungmin chimed in.

Changbin’s smile grew even wider. He packed his bag and turned around, waving his final goodbye to his band mates. He grabbed his phone and sent you a message.

“Baby, I’m on my way home. I got to stop at the convenience store though. Do you need anything? Ramen? Snacks? Condoms?” He put his phone away laughing – it had been a while since he had been this happy.

The excruciating album promotions were finally over, the tour had not started yet, so he had some time off for himself – even if it was only a weekend. Changbin roamed the aisles of the store grabbing everything in his field of sight: various cups of ramen, sweet snacks, salty snacks, two packs of condoms, ice cream and bright, colorful flowers. He knew how much you loved flowers and he loved nothing more than making you happy. He took his phone out to see if you had replied but there was nothing. He grew a bit insecure but decided to let it go. “She’s probably asleep or something.”

You heard the door open and tried to compose yourself. “Baby, I am home. Come give your Binnie a big, fat kiss!” Your boyfriend’s mood was the entire opposite of your own: cheerful, happy, eager.

But you? You felt angry. You felt fearful. You felt like you were going to rip his head off. Maybe.

“Baby?”

Changbin peeked into the kitchen where you were waiting for him. “Hey.” Your tone was cold, distant even. “Just hey?” “What do you want, a welcome committee?” You snapped at him.

His eyes widened in surprise, unsure what had caused this frosty mood. “You know what? Yes, a welcome committee would be awesome right now. Let me hear it!” He tried to soften the mood by being goofy, hoping to ease the tension that way. “Go ask stay or your female colleagues or something. You seem to have enough fangirls already.” You got off the chair and walked out of the kitchen.

Changbin was flustered. “What the heck?”

He ran after you, grabbing you by the wrist. “Let go of me!” You cried out. “Baby, what is wrong? Why are you acting that way? Is it your blood sugar? Are you hungry? Cause I bought snacks and flowers and-”

“No, I am not hungry. And I don’t want your stupid snacks!” He let go of your wrist, looking bewildered. “What is it then?” You turned around. “It’s nothing, just leave me alone.” He did not – in fact he walked over to you and hugged you from behind. “Y/N, baby, are you on your period or something?”

You lost it. You wriggled yourself out of his strong grip and spat in rage. “Fuck you, Binnie, no! Why would I be on my period when I’m angry? Is that the only acceptable reason? Fuck you!”

“Aha! So you’re mad!” He pointed his index finger at you, catching you in the act of lying. You rolled your eyes at him. “Damn, you spend way too much time with Lee Know, y/n.” You shot him a death stare as a response. “Or Hyunjin, hard to tell right now.”

You walked away from him, trying to calm your nerves. You were acting irresponsible, you knew that. You sat down on the blue couch and took some deep breaths. Changbin followed you into the living room and sat right beside you, drawing small circles on your back.

“Want to tell me why you’re so mad at me?”

You shook your head. “Want me to guess then? Let’s see. Are you mad because I spent way too much time in the studio instead of being with you?” You didn’t react. “That’s not it. Are you mad because I will be gone for weeks leaving you here alone?” Still no reaction. “Also not it. Are you mad at me because I haven’t been to the gym lately? Because I have lost some muscle mass, honestly.” You snorted out laughing. “Aha! You are mad because I’m becoming skinny! Don’t worry baby, I can-”

“Binnie, for fuck’s sake, stop talking nonsense. I am trying to be mad here.” You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. He laid his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. For a moment you just laid on his chest, crying silently while he was placing kisses on the top of your head. “Are you ready to talk about it now? Or do you still need some time to lash out at me?”

You loved his calmness in stressful situations. You loved his calmness and patience with you even more. “I am sorry, Bin.” He placed another kiss on your forehead. “I know, y/n, I know. Now tell me. What’s wrong?” You hated talking about your feelings, you hated showing your vulnerable side but you had to. Otherwise this relationship could never work. “I am not hungry, nor am I on my period. I am… I am just an insecure mess.” His grip around you got tighter as he placed another kiss on your head. “Okay, so?”

You shot your head up, looking at him frantically. “What do you mean okay, so? Bin, honestly? I shouldn’t be your girlfriend. I watched some reels of you dancing with beautiful idols right before you came home and it tore me apart, like a pathetic loser. You looked so good with them – they were practically goddesses! And they were all over you, giggling and touching your muscles and looking at you with heart emoji eyes. And then you come home to me, a mere mortal, who pisses you off because she can’t handle her insecurities!”

Changbin looked at you intensely before his lips turned into a smile. “God, you are so cute y/n!” You tried to push yourself off of him but he held you close, even tighter than before. You felt exposed, you felt like a small worm and here he was making fun of you.

You used your whole body to protest, clenching your fists and hitting against his chest but he barely felt a thing. “Can you stop fighting for a second and listen to me?”

You paused and buried your head in his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. “Y/N, can you look at me? Pretty please?” You shook your head no. Another smile formed on his lips, he was so smitten with you that even your childish antics left him loving you more. “Okay. But can you listen to me?” You nodded.

“I am glad that you’re not hungry nor on your period, baby. And I am glad that you finally decided to tell me what’s going on. It’s true – I’ve been dancing with beautiful idols all morning. But why does that matter? That’s just my job. I meet beautiful people all the time, damn even being in a band with Hyunjin made me think about him in ways I should not have but still? Who has my heart? You do. Only you. It’s human to get insecure from time to time. I do, too! I may be an idol but you are a gorgeous woman and guys are hitting on you all the time! That’s just how it is when two incredibly good-looking people date, don’t you think?”

He stopped his monologue smirking, checking for reactions from you.

None.

“For whatever reason you think that you should not have insecurities. Why though? I think they’re cute. I love it when you’re a bit jealous, it really makes me feel wanted and desired if I’m honest. A little is enough, though. Don’t go through life thinking that you have to be perfect to be with me. No imperfections? No insecurities? Where would be the fun in that, baby?”

Changbin watched you looking up at him with swollen eyes and smeared mascara and in that moment he knew he would love you forever. He placed a tender kiss on your nose and waited for you to say something.

You felt like a giant rock had fallen off of you. Here you were making a scene over nothing and he was as understanding and loving as someone could be. For the first time in your life you could believe that it was enough to be yourself. Changbin really made you feel like you were enough, flaws and all.

“Binnie?” Your voice was barely audible, yet sweet and submissive as opposed to being cold and distant as before. “Yes, babygirl?” You smiled warmly, knowing that you two were good. “Kiss me?” You watched him smirk, clearly appeased with this turn of events. He lowered his head down to yours and kissed you softly, making you forget about anything and anybody. Right now, there was only him and you. Until it wasn’t. Your stomach growled loudly which made sense since you had not eaten anything because of the stress of the last hours. Changbin smiled into the kiss and whispered against your lips: “I knew it. Of course you were hungry, you little liar.”

You broke off the kiss, laughing whole-heartedly at his remark. “Didn’t you say you bought snacks? And… flowers?” You acted innocently, smirking in the cutest way possible. “Oh, so now you want them. Say please y/n!” You placed small kisses along his biceps, making your way up to his neck until you reached his ear. With a very seductive whisper you begged: “Please.”

Changbin shot off the couch, carrying you in his strong arms and running over to the kitchen where he placed you on the counter. He grabbed his shopping bag and presented all the goods he bought for you two. “Binnie, those flowers are beautiful. Thank you so much, baby.” You kissed him thankfully. “Baby, wait, there’s more!” Eager like a kid he took out the snacks, showing you one by one, giving you his remarks as to why he loved those goodies. “Damn, Bin, you care a lot about your snacks, huh?” He grinned proudly. “Gotta stay fed, babygirl.”

He turned around to prepare the ramen as you noticed there was still something left inside the bag. Cautiously you fished it out, smirking deviously. “Bin, baby, didn’t you forget something?”

He turned around, unknowingly and turned red as he saw you holding the two packs of condoms in your hands. “Two, huh? Busy weekend I see.” He looked at you shyly while scratching his head which led to his shirt slipping up and revealing his defined torso. “I mean, if you don’t want to that’s okay…”

You got up from the counter and took his hand into yours, dragging him along to the bedroom.

“Wait, aren’t you hungry?”

You nodded. “Oh, I am.”

“But what-?”

You turned around sheepishly. “Hungry for you.”

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