#dick definitely plays the mommy in the bedroom

[shipsdoishipidk]

Jason: Dick isn’t really Daddy material when it comes to the bedroom but holy Lazarus he’s a really fucking good mommy. Mommy kinks with him are a one way trip to a blackout orgasm.

Tim, forever scarred and knowing he’ll never look at Dick the same way again: I never wanted to know.

[chaosisalwayscrying]

NSFW ABC’S

⇥ synopsis : nsfw abcs for chris (my man)

⇥ warnings : smut/suggestive themes

⇥ extra : this is also late but my mom has not left me alone long enough to actually write these on time 😭😭

⇥ masterlist !

⇥ taglist !

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

   hes so good at aftercare!! like he is so so gentle. asks before pulling out and SPRINTS to get a rag to clean you up with, or if youd prefer he turns on the shower and helps you get clean before dressing you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

   chris loves his hair, he loves how you tug on it as hes eating you out, and he loves the way you play with it when hes draped on your chest

    chris loves your ass and hips. he loves the way your ass jiggles when you walk up the stairs from his room, loves the way it bounces when you ride him, and he loves seeing his handprints on it

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

   never used condoms, youve been on bc since chris suggested starting to have sex. he obviously asked you about condoms multiple times in the middle of sex, scared youd changed your mind and he just forgot (bless his heart)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

   LOVES LOVES LOVES when you blindfold him. loves not knowing whats gonna happen, he also loves how it heightens his other senses

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

   had 2 bodies before you, so he had some experience under his belt, but he still asked you what you were comfortable with

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

   doggy and reverse cowgirl. backshots are his absolute favorite thing ever because he can easily smack your ass and grip your hips hard as hell. he also loves watching your ass bounce as you bounce on him im reverse cowgirl, turns him on so bad

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

   nothing is serious to chris, hes cracking jokes left and right. only sometimes will he let it be more serious

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

   hes shaved not bald. has DEFINITELY let you use wax to make designs in his hair 😭😭

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

   can be romantic but doesnt do it often, hes not very good at it. praises you to the max to make up for it when hes trying to be more serious 😇

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

   he did it a LOT before you got together, but now that youre together he doesnt as much anymore. you do enjoy sending him nudes so he can send you videos of him jerking off in return tho

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

   mommy kink ‼️ he calls you ma outside of the bedroom anyway, but if hes feeling like being a sub hes whining out mommy every other word and LORD ITS HOT

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

   anywhere. if matt and nick are gone, hes a big fan of bending you over the kitchen table. in public he will literally follow you into the dressing rooms and press you up against the mirror

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

   literally anything. if its a serious situation hes not even thinking like that, but accidentally look at him the wrong way and hes hard, squat to get something, hes hard, change in front of him, hes hard. (bless his horny little heart)

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

   brat taming, doesnt like the idea of punishing you or having you act a certain way 24/7

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

   this man could happily spend a year of his life buried between your legs. will literally eat you out until youre spent beyond belief. he doesnt mind you sucking his dick but he would much rather have you bouncing on it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

   fast and rough 95% of the time, but he can absolutely be slow and sensual if thats what you want. his pace depends all on you, you say go faster? hes going faster immediately. you say slow down? hes slowing down without a complaint and pressing a kiss to whatever bit of exposed skin he can

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

   LOVES LOVES LOVES QUICKIES. at a party? youre going to the first bathroom he can see without a line. at the mall? dressing room. at a restaurant? bathroom.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

   chris isnt opposed to experimenting, hes down to try most things once, but he does have a list of hard nos.

   however, he will take as many risks as he possibly can that youre ok with

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

   3 or 4, doing so many sports as a kid paid off because he has an insane amount of stamina. can go three rounds without even faltering, sometimes the fourth isnt possible cause he gets tired, but if hes REALLY horny he can go for four

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

   he owns none but you own a dildo and vibrator. he likes using them on you to tease you, and he likes watching them use them on yourself

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

   chris loves to tease but if he can see you arent feeling it he stops without you having to say anything (hes observed all your signs during and not during sex so he can read you like a book)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

   sort of loud. if hes giving you backshots hes grunting and groaning but hes not being quiet about it, and if youre riding him, hes moaning and groaning and whining loud

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

   saw a tiktok about this couple doing a clone-a-willy, and very eagerly asked you if you would what that 😭 (clone-a-willy is this thing where you make a silicone mold of your dick and mail it to the company to make a dildo out of and they send it back)

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

   CHRIS IS THICK. he isnt too long but the thickness makes up for it. definitely needs to stretch you before even thinking about putting his dick in you 😭

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

   9/10, dude is ALWAYS HORNY, but he knows when to be serious and can go from 9/10 to 0/10 real quick

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

   falls asleep so fast, but he would never let himself fall asleep before you were both back in bed and comfortable.

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[holybibly]

Hi! This is my first time ever sending an ask to one of the many writers I follow here on tumblr, and honestly you're my favorite because you write so so well. Like oh my god, everything you write kills me in the best way possible. I really really enjoy reading anything you put out, and I can't wait to read more from you! I hope that you're doing well and that life is treating you well too! <3

Also I'd like to say I enjoy being your bunny, and honestly your wolf Matz is my favorite out of everything I've read on your blog so far.

Honestly just the idea of bunny reader getting fucked by them makes my brain melt. But also them getting a pretty collar for their bunny and using that to pull her closer or attaching a leash to it so that either of them could tug her whichever way they wanted, like ugh yes please.

Hi, my cute little bunny, what an honour it is for me to be the first writer to respond to your request.

I guess we're thinking the same thing, because I can definitely see Seonghwa putting a collar on you and puts a leash on you. God, he could make bunny crawl on all fours and wave that cute cotton tail from side to side like a snack to eager, hungry puppies.

I can also see him pulling on the leash as you ride him to give you a dirty kiss and stick his long tongue down your throat.

Seonghwa is a bit sadistic and vicious with puppies; he knows very well that wolf pups literally cum untouched and swell up their knots every time they see your tight pink pussy, and when those glossy, wet folds are stretched by a thick dick, it brings them to despair. So sometimes there are nights when Seonghwa wants to play, more with them than with you, and it's always so fucking dirty, wet, and slutty that you need to bathe in holy water afterwards.

"Aren't you the sweetest bunny in the world?" Seonghwa's velvety voice, full of evil, seductive darkness, purred from behind your shoulder. Wrapped in furs and luxury, like the most precious item in Seonghwa's vast collection of jewelry, you were in his, now your, bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of his king-size bed while you were sitting on his lap. Your pink, dripping pussy stretched out beautifully around his massive cock, and with every lazy squirm, his swollen, thick knot rubbed against your clit in the most delicious way. "Look at the way this tiny little pussy is sitting on my dick, like on a real throne. Tell your mommy, princess, do you love your throne?"

"Yes, мommy, I love my throne so much. It makes me sweet and full; I can feel you in my belly." Your small hand pressed weakly against the obvious bulge in the middle of your stomach. Seonghwa's dick really made you feel so full.

The sound of growling, moaning, and gasping filled the room at your words. It only got louder as your viscous mucus poured out of your hole, running down Seonghwa's cock, his heavy cum-filled balls, and dripping onto the floor, pooling on the black marble.

"What naughty puppies you are, behaving like bitches in the heat—impatient and moaning. Didn't I teach you to behave well when we are playing with the bunny?" Seonghwa's words were so humiliatingly condescending that even you became irritated and hot, even though they weren't directed at you but at the restless puppies that were kneeling in front of you.

They sat on their knees in a semi-circle in front of the bed, a little too close for your comfort, arranged in the order Seonghwa wanted them to be—naked and with hard, reddened cocks, the heads of their dicks proudly dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Around each of their necks was a thick collar connected to a chain, which Hongjoong held in his hand as he reclined lazily in a large leather chair by the fireplace with a glass of whisky in his hand. It was a kind of punishment for them. They behaved horribly and even dared to bite their little pet - Wooyoung's angry, swollen teeth marks are still visible on your thigh. Sometimes they forgot that you belonged to Seonghwa and were desperate to mate with you without him knowing or controlling them.

"They are Hwa's real bitches; they covered our floor with their semen; maybe they should clean it with their tongues? And no more games with my angel; you're going to fuck each other if you can't behave properly. No more of that sweet pussy". There is nothing but pure evil pleasure in Hongjoong's voice. God, this is going to make you leak even more. You begin to wriggle restlessly, your silken walls fluttering around the thick, hot girth of the alpha's cock.

"I-I didn't want to bite her, Alpha; she just smells so sweet, so delicious, and so fertile. I just wanted to fill her with my sperm." Wooyoung moans loudly, arching his back a little and sticking out his chubby butt, as if the very thought of it is getting his whole body ready for some hot and animal sex. His beautiful, bushy tail swishes behind him, and his crystal blue eyes darken with lust from underneath his messy, two-toned bangs. Wooyoung may be one of the most seductive wolves you've ever seen, but you belonged to Seonghwa, and Seonghwa was a god himself.

"Oh, really? Just fill the bunny with sperm, right, honey?" Seonghwa's plump lips pressed against the nape of your neck, just above the luxurious diamond collar that he had placed on you earlier. It was not enough for him to have the dark maroon bite stuck in your neck forever; he had to show it off in some way to all to whom you belonged. "Then I'll do it the right way, and maybe next time you'll have your teeth under control. In the meantime, all of you just sit there and watch me breed my princess, and don't you dare cum, needy sluts, or you won't be getting that pretty bunny cunt for a very long time."

"No, no, no, we'll be good." Mingi whined and scratched at the marble on the floor with his claws. His black, fluffy ears were flattened against his head in a pitiful way, and his beautiful, dark eyes were watering.

"Please, Alpha, we'll be good." Another sweet voice whimpered, and you glanced down through your lashes at the shiny, seductively muscular body of San.

Who the hell made a wolf look so good?

"I will think." And with those words, Seonghwa's hands grabbed your hips and literally threw you up and down on his dick. The room was filled with moans, growls, and piercing squeals from you and the wolf pups, interspersed with Hongjoong's enthusiastic, dark laughter and Seonghwa's velvety, deep moans.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Dirty Little Secret/ 2

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 5k

Includes- Complete filth, sub Wooyoung, Dom reader, mommy kink, safe color system (red, green, yellow), safe word, handcuffing, cock harness, dirty talk, blow job, deepthroating, pussy eating, 69, squirting, reverse cowgirl, riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms for all, aftercare, cockwarming, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @nctzennikki09

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Wooyoung POV

I ring the doorbell a third time, anxious to see her

After yesterday's disaster of a date with Mina, that for the record I didn't want to go on, I need to see Joanne

I need her

And not even for sex

While yeah the sex is amazing and she's always done everything I ask without judgement, I desperately want to spend time with her

I wished the entire time I was out with Mina that I was out with her instead

I want to take her on a date, I want to kiss her, I want to have sex with her without all the kinky stuff, I want to hold her afterwards, cuddle with her, fall asleep in her arms

Yeah, I'm completely in love with my best friend

Head over heels, stupidly in love with her

For years

And I haven't said one word

I wish I could tell her but I can't

I can't take rejection from her

That would destroy me

I almost died when she agreed to fuck me and play into my kinks

At first it was enough but it's not anymore

I want more but I'm too scared to say anything

And if this is the only way I can have her, I'm definitely taking it

The door opens and she's there

In just a Tshirt

"Hi baby boy", she smiles, moving to let me in

"Hi mommy", I say, wishing I could call her baby or princess instead

She throws me a smirk, walking into her bedroom

Of course I follow her

"Get naked and on the bed", she orders as she pulls her shirt off and I comply right away

I take in her naked body, never being able to get enough of seeing her

She's fucking gorgeous and her body is insane, so sexy, so fucking beautiful

I get in her bed, laying down while she holds up handcuffs

"Hands up"

I move my hands up, against her headboard

She handcuffs me to the bed, my cock already straining

"Color?", she asks

"Green"

"Safe word?"

"Aurora"

"Good baby. Let's dress you up", she smirks, opening her nightstand drawer

I get more excited waiting to see what she picks this time

She takes something out, then leans over my dick

She shows me what she has and my cock twitches

A cock harness

I fucking love wearing those

She slides the metal ring around my shaft, all the way to my base

Then she uses the harness part, wrapping it around my cock and balls

She pulls a loose piece of leather attached to the ring, down, separating my balls and attaching it to the harness

"There we go. Such pretty cock", she smirks and I just nod

Suddenly pleasure hits me hard, my cock completely buried in her mouth

"Fuck!", I shout, pleasure slamming into me right away

She goes at my cock hard, fucking her throat, choking sounds coming from her

I know she's able to deepthroat without choking but she does it for me because I like the sound of her choking

Shoving me all in her mouth, she sucks rapidly and hard, my body shaking on its own from how incredible it feels

I watch her mouth suck, spit pooling in my lap, tears running down her face

She swallows and that motion makes her throat squeeze my cock tightly

"Oh ahh", I cry, the pleasure so much already

So much so that I'm gonna cum soon

She knows how to work my cock good, with her hands, her mouth and her pussy

She can get me to cum in seconds or make me beg for it

She looks up at me, smirking as she sucks

It's so fucking hot

As she pulls off my cock, her tongue licking along my underside as she goes

"Give mommy your milk baby boy", she says seductively

"Mmm..mommy", I moan

"C'mon baby. I want it so bad", she says, her tongue licking the underside of my head, then swirling around it

I can't take my eyes off her, can't take my eyes off her tongue as it licks my slit, my leaking cum all over it, swallowing

"Are you going to give it to me?"

I nod, "Yes mommy. Yes"

"Good boy", she smirks, taking my entire length in her mouth, bobbing her head fast

I pull against the handcuffs, wanting to touch her

I'm right there and the next suck has me coming down her throat, her mouth sucking desperately, swallowing greedily, pleasure seizing my body

"Mmmmmm", she moans, her hands squeezing my thighs softly

As the pleasure ebbs, she pulls off my cock, licking my slit for everything

"Fuck baby boy. You're so yummy", she smirks, "Love tasting, swallowing my baby boy's cum"

Sitting up, she moves on top of me, her cunt right over my face, legs around my head, in a 69 position

I'm so fucking excited

Her hand wraps around my soft cock, pumping up and down

Pleasure slowly fills my body again while her pussy drips on my lips

I'm ready to bury my face in her cunt, but I have to wait for her to say I can or she won't let me eat her

I learned that the hard way

"Eat your pussy, puppy", she says

I immediately stick my tongue out, lavish her cunt with licks

Her juice leaks into my mouth and I swallow, savoring the taste of it

Moving my hands, the handcuffs stop me from grabbing her ass

Fuck

God, I want to squeeze her ass, hold her cunt down on me as I eat her cunt

Swirling my tongue, I move in between her pretty lips, listening to her moans, her hand not stopping, my cock fully hard again

The pleasure is amazing and I moan in her cunt

"Mm baby", she groans, "Such a good tongue"

"Yeah mommy?", I ask, kissing her cunt, then pulling one of her lips in my mouth, sucking on her

"Yes baby. Your tongue, your mouth is amazing. I've never been eaten out as good as you do it"

Fuck that boosts my ego so much

I want to please her, I want to be the best she's ever had, I want to give her whatever she wants

"Mmm...mommy", I whimper, "You're the best. The best mouth, best hands, best pussy I ever had"

"Mmm good baby. Mommy wants to be the best for you"

"You are", I answer, licking her cunt slowly, "The best mommy"

With that, I slip my tongue in her hole, her cunt throbbing it, sending pleasure down my spine and to my already hard cock

Moaning, I fuck my tongue into her cunt quickly, wiggling in as much as I can

She soaks my mouth and I swallow, but what I really want is her cum

It's hard to tongue fuck her while my hands are tied

I want her pussy right against my face, I want to drown in her

For now, I make do and eat her as best I can

"Fuck puppy. That's a good boy. Shit. Mmm...want your cream so badly huh?"

"Mmm hmm", I moan, diving my tongue into her hole, "Feed me mommy"

I'm craving her cum

I haven't had it in a few days and I want to devour her

"Fuck, fuck, mommy's coming. Fuck"

I bury my tongue inside her, feeling her pulse around it, her creamy cum hits my mouth and face

I groan loudly, swallowing over and over, the taste of her out of this world

"So good mommy", I praise her

"Puppy, fuck my good boy", she moans

As she finishes, I latch onto her clit, sucking furiously

"Puppy!", she screams, leaning her head on my leg

She squeezes my cock hard and it feels good

It doesn't hurt which does surprise me

I get lost in her cunt, her clit throbbing on my lips hard, loving every second of being with her

Suddenly pleasure invades my body as her mouth wraps around my head, sucking furiously

"Fuck, mommy", I moan, closing my eyes, her mouth fucking amazing

Her hand moves in time with her sucking, making everything so much better

I remember I'm supposed to be eating her out too, going back to sucking her clit hard

She moans loudly on my cock, the vibrations running up my spine, adding to the bliss

Both of us go hard, pleasuring each other, trying to get the other to cum

Well I know I'm trying to get her to cum

She could be teasing me like last time

I don't know but I know I don't want her to stop

Tugging and playing on her bump, I listen to the moans she's letting out in between sucking my shaft

Her hand that's not wrapped around my cock is clenching my thigh hard, her nails digging into my skin

I watch her hole spasm around nothing and it's so fucking pretty, turning me on so much more

She pulls off my cock, crying, "Fuck puppy, I'm gonna squirt"

Hearing that I suck faster on her throbbing clit

I want it all over my mouth, all over me

Now

"Yes! Good boy!", she yells as she gushes liquid all over my face, my hair getting soaked as well as my neck, shoulders and chest

God I love it, it's so hot and I'm so proud I can make her squirt every time we're together

Letting go of her clit, I open my mouth, swallowing all the squirt that I can get

So fucking good

Moving my tongue, I lick around her squirting hole, then shoving my tongue back inside, my mouth filling again and again

"Yes baby boy. Fuck such a good boy", she moans, "God you know how to eat pussy baby"

Not all pussy

Just hers

When she finishes squirting, I take her clit back in my mouth, sucking furiously

She moans loudly, then her mouth wraps back around my cock, sucking on my head, making stars blast in my eyes

"Mommy", I moan

"Mmm puppy, gonna make you cum for mommy. I'm still hungry. Want more of my baby boy's milk"

I'll fucking give it to her

She can have whatever she wants

Whenever she wants

My cock is enveloped in her mouth as she bottoms me out, sucking desperately, pleasure seizing every cell of my body

It doesn't stop my mouth though

I'm her good boy and I'm gonna please my mommy

Her sucking intensifies, throwing my body into an unexpected pleasure filled orgasm

"Mommy!", I cry, exploding, shooting my cum in her greedily sucking mouth

Her groans as she swallows just makes everything better, knowing that she loves the way my cum tastes

As I finish, I lick her cunt a few times, going slowly, savoring her juice before I take her clit back in my mouth, playing

"Puppy!", she cries as she orgasms, her legs shaking around my head, her cream flowing into my mouth

I swallow, moaning, licking her slit, getting more of my favorite taste

God, I can never get enough of her cum

As soon as she finishes, she moves down my body, sliding right back on my cock, her back to me, giving me an amazing sight of my cock in her slit

"Mommy fuck", I cry

"Mm good boy. Color?"

"Green", I answer immediately

I have to cum in her pussy

I just...it's not negotiable

She knows, I made that clear when we agreed to this

I have to cum inside her at least once

She leans over, starting to bounce, making my semi hard cock hard inside her

"Mommy! So tight mommy. So wet. Love being inside your cunt", I praise

I can't tear my eyes from her pussy taking my length over and over, creaming my cock so good, so much as she fucks her cunt open

Her tiny slit opens around me, straining the closer she gets to my base

"Baby boy fuck!", she cries, "Fuck, my favorite dick"

I hope to God she's telling the truth

That it's not something just in the moment

I want to be her favorite, I love her so much, I just want her to be with me, no one else

She fucks me harder, pleasure taking over and I struggle against the handcuffs, wanting to touch her

Squeeze her ass, hold her hips, touch her skin

God I want to touch her

I want to kiss her but we haven't yet and I'm not brave enough to

I wish I was but I'm not

And she hasn't kissed me so I guess that's that

"Baby fuck!", she groans, squirting around my dick, soaking my lap, her cunt pulsing incredibly fast, bliss hitting me hard

I moan from how pretty her pussy looks, gushing everywhere

She's such a turn on

"Oh god! Yes yes! Yes!"

Her hips don't stop, rocking my head against her spot, her cries so loud

"More puppy", she pants, bouncing again, grinding against me as she takes me all the way back in, again and again, leaving a pretty ring of cream around my base, dripping to the harness I still have on

Her little hole has cream all over her too and I just want to lick it off

My body is in so much pleasure, I can't think

She rides me perfectly, knowing just what I like, how to get me to cum fast or drag it out

This is my favorite position

Well when she faces me

I like oogling her body while she bounces on my cock

I watch her take me in, throbbing hard on my cock, her pussy opening so well for me

I don't know how she takes my whole cock or where I go since her pussy is so tiny

All I know is I'm going deep and it feels amazing

"I'm gonna cum all over this cock", she groans, slamming down on me, "Fucking cream your cock so good"

"Yes mommy", I cry, so close to coming

The more she spasms, the closer I am

"Mmmm...mommy, when you cum....can ...can I?"

"Yes puppy. You can fill Mommy's cunt", she agrees

Fuck yes

"Oh god, baby! I'm coming", she cries, "I'm coming on your cock!"

I watch her cream spill all over me, the death grip her cunt has me in sending me over the edge

"Mommy!", I shout, ecstacy blinding me as I fill her cunt

Her pussy spasms uncontrollably, milking my cock so pleasurably

Her moans are so pretty, so loud, adding to the bliss

Once we finish, she moves off me while I try to catch my breath

She turns to face me, holding up my softening cock and sitting right on me again

"Fuck!", I yell

She starts moving and my body shakes hard as oversensitivity takes over

It feels good but it feels like too much

It's taking me longer to get hard but I do the longer she she rides me

I don't know how I'm getting hard but I am

I force myself to focus on her body, watching her boobs jiggle as she bounces, watching her legs shake around me, her hands behind her gripping my thighs tightly

Her pussy is so swollen, her lips so pretty around my cock, her swollen clit throbbing also

Her head is tilted back, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open as she breathes

So gorgeous

She's fucking stunning

"My cock's gonna cum", she says, going harder, slamming her pussy on me, making me hit her spot, "Throbbing in my pussy. My little cum boy. Loves to cum for his mommy"

I nod rapidly, feeling myself getting closer

"Pretty cock is gonna make mommy cum again", she whines

The sound of her skin hitting mine sounds in the room along with the squelching sounds her drenched cunt is making when she takes my cock in

"Puppy", she gasps, her whole body shaking as she cums

Her orgasm sets off mine, pleasure seizing my body along with sensitivity

When she finishes, she moves again, harder than before

And my cock slowly gets hard through the pain I'm feeling

It's so much and I can't take it

"I...I can't", I whine, tears sliding down my face as she continues to ride me

I can't

It hurts but feels good at the same time

I don't think I can cum again

I want to, I want to be a good boy for her but I don't know if it'll happen

"You can. Your cock is still hard baby boy and I can fuck myself on it easily. You can cum"

"But...but....", I cry, pulling against the handcuffs

"Color?", she asks

"Green!", I yell

I want it to stop but when it comes to her actually stopping I don't want it

I don't know what I want

"You sure?", she checks, "I'll stop baby"

"Don't stop! Ppp...please. Fuck me", I plead, "Cum on me"

Even if I can't cum, I want her too

I love feeling it

She slams on me harder, her hips rocking and grinding, her cunt pulsing so fucking hard

"Fuck", she moans, her hips moving faster as she orgasms, her pussy so tight, "So good baby boy. Such a good cock for me. Color?"

"Green", I whimper, loving her praise

"Now baby boy needs to cum inside his cunt again", she says, bouncing again

"I can't", I sob, wanting to

I want to cum

The orgasm is there but it's like I can't get to it

Every squeeze from her cunt is pleasurable but also hurts because I'm so fucking sensitive

I've never came four times in one session

This would be the fifth

She came so many times I'm wondering how she's not oversensitive too

"No? You don't like your pussy wrapped around you?"

"I love it"

"Guess you don't want me anymore"

"No mommy! I want you, please I want you"

I always want her

Always

I'll never say no to her

For anything

Ever

"Guess you'll need to find a new cunt to cum in since I'm not good enough anymore"

"No. Please no. Want your pussy. Only yours"

She's moving so hard, so fast, pain and pleasure mixing and yes she's bringing me closer but not close enough

"I'm giving it to you but you're not coming. I thought that was the only thing you were good for? Fucking and coming"

"I am. I am", I assure her, watching her on me

"I want your cock cream now"

"I...I...", I babble, my brain turning off, the tears blinding me

She slams down, her cunt choking my cock and I scream wordlessly as pleasure wracks my body and I cum

She keeps riding my cock and the pleasure keeps going, I keep screaming and sobbing, my body arching off the bed

I don't know if anything comes out of my dick but I know I'm orgasming

"Good puppy", she praises

I finished and collapse back on the bed, my eyes immediately closed

I can't think, I'm just completely exhausted, breathing hard

She moves and I fall out of her

Sitting on my stomach, she takes the cock harness off me, then reaches over me, unlocking the handcuffs, my hands just falling to the bed

"You did so good Woo", she coos, wiping my tears and kissing my cheeks

"I...I did?", I whimper, hoping she's not lying

"Yes baby. My good boy"

She takes one of my arms in her small hands, massaging my wrist all the way up to my shoulder

She takes her time, going slowly and it feels so good

My arms are sore from being handcuffed to the bed

She massages my other arm too and I just lay there, another kind of pleasure washing over me from feeling her squeeze my muscles

When she's done, she stands, kissing my cheek softly, "I'll be right back ok?"

I nod, not being able to move yet

A few minutes later she's back, running her finger in my hair

God that feels so good

"Can you come with me Woo?"

I open my eyes, tiredly, "Huh?"

"Come with me"

I'm so tired, I don't think I can move

"I don't know if I can", I answer softly

"I'll help you", she says and I nod

She helps me to sit up, then stand, putting one of my arms over her shoulder

My legs shake a little and she worriedly asks if I'm ok

"Yes, just a little shaky"

She nods, putting her arms around my waist while we walk and I do lean on her a little

We get into her bathroom where the tub is filled with water and bubbles

She did that for me?

"This will make you feel better Woo"

It is for me

She's such a good friend and I can't help but think that she'd be the perfect girlfriend

For me she's perfect

"Are you coming with me?", I ask, wanting to still be near her

"You want me to?", she asks, surprised

I nod, "Please"

"Ok Woo. You first"

She holds my arms while I step in the tub, then sit down, the hot water feeling so good on my tired, tight muscles

She comes in, sitting behind me instead of in front of me

That's different

She moves her legs on either side of my waist, over my thighs, settling down

I feel her hands on my shoulders, gently pulling me back so I lean on her

Oh my god this is absolutely perfect

She moves her hand up and down my chest slowly, feeling good

I cautiously lean my head back on her shoulder

Her other hand instantly goes in my hair, running her fingers through it

I'm in heaven

Honestly, being in her arms is my heaven

It's what I always want

"Better?"

I nod, "Yeah. So much better"

She kisses the top of my head, making me smile

God, I love her

"So how was the date with Mina?"

My smile falls

I forgot about Mina and the date

"It was alright. Just dinner and talking. Not much happened"

I didn't have a good time

All I kept thinking about was her

Wishing she was there instead of Mina

"Did you get to know her?"

I shrug, not wanting to talk about this at all

"Some. Just basic stuff"

She's silent for a second, then says, "You should go out with her again"

What?

I didn't even want to go out with Mina a first time

I stupidly let her talk me into asking Mina out and I had to go through with the date

I couldn't wait for it to be over

I don't want Mina

I want her, my best friend, the only girl I ever loved

But it seems like she doesn't want me at all if she's encouraging me to date someone else

"Yeah I don't know", I answer softly, "I think we'd be better off as friends"

"Hmm", she says, moving one hand down my arm

I turn my hand, just as hers reaches mine and I hold on to hers, lacing our fingers together

She doesn't say anything, just holding my hand tightly

"I dunno. Maybe you should think about it"

"I'll think about it", I say when all I want to do is yell that I want her

I love her

I want to go on a date with her

Do couple things with her

But she doesn't want to

It's clear by how hard she's pushing for me to date Mina

She doesn't see me as anything but a friend and it hurts

She's all I wanted for so long

I'm so in love with her and I can't date anyone else

This date with Mina proved it

I know Mina would have given me sex if I wanted it

I just didn't

I don't want anyone but Joanne to touch me, to kiss me, hold me, fuck me

And I'm just not ready to try dating anyone else

I want to hold on to her just a little longer

Turning my head, I lean against her neck feeling her lean her head against mine

Her free hand wraps around my waist, holding me against her

And it's everything I dreamed of

"Can we stay like this for a little?", I ask

I'm not ready to leave yet

Because when we get out, that means I have to leave her apartment

I don't want to

"Sure Woo. Whatever you want"

"Thanks Jo"

"No problem Woo"

Sighing softly, I close my eyes, feeling so happy and so comfortable in her arms

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"Woo", I hear her voice calling me gently, "Woo"

"Hmmm", I grumble

"Wake up Woo"

"Huh?", I say, opening my eyes

Where am I?

"You fell asleep", she says softly

Looking around, I realize I'm in her bathroom, in her tub with her

Oh shit, I fell asleep against her

"Sorry", I answer, sitting up tiredly

I could fall right back to sleep in a second

"It's ok Woo. You were really tired", she says, her hands touching my back and sending searing heat down my spine, "I just woke you up because the water got cold and you were getting wrinkly"

Lifting my hands up, I see that my hands are wrinkly

Then I realize that she's wrinkly too

"You too", I tell her

"Well duh Woo", she giggles, standing up, "Stay here, I'll get you towels"

I watch her get out of the tub, the water droplets running down her gorgeous body

She grabs a towel on her shower door, wrapping it around her

"Be right back"

She leaves the bathroom and I'm trying to figure out a way I can stay over tonight

I really don't want to go back to the dorm and sleep alone

"Here Woo", she says, coming back and handing me a big towel

Getting out of the tub, I take it from her and wrap it around my waist

"Sit", she says, pointing to the stool she has in front of a vanity mirror

I do and she comes to me, wrapping another towel around my shoulders

She gently dries me and I can't help but close my eyes at the feel of it

The towel moves to my hair as she gets all the water out, rubbing it on my head

The towel goes back on my shoulders and I feel her soft hand on my cheek

"Woo", she calls, "Are you ok? Feel better?"

I nod

My muscles are still achy but not as bad as before

"Can you walk to my room?"

"Yeah"

She nods, leaving the room and I stand up, following her

She directs me to sit in her computer chair while she changes the sheets on her bed

I'm falling asleep sitting up, every drop of my head waking me up

"Woo...do...do you want to stay over? You're literally falling asleep in the chair"

Oh god yes

Yes I do

"Yeah", I manage to get out

"Ok"

She comes to me and I feel her help me up, leading me to her bed

Before I know it, I'm laying on her soft mattress, the sheets cool under my skin, soft pillow under my head

She puts a blanket over me, then runs her fingers in my hair

"You can sleep Woo. I'll be in the living room"

"You're...you're not tired?"

She smiles softly, "Yeah Woo. I'm gonna sleep on the couch. You need the bed more than me"

No no no

I don't want her away from me

I want her in bed with me

I'm craving to be in her arms

"No Jo. Stay with me?", I ask, looking at her for her reaction

Her eyes are wide as she looks down at me, "You want me to stay with you? Like sleep in the bed with you?"

I nod, "Please"

"Well uh ok", she agrees, "I'm gonna put on pj's-"

I shake my head again, "I'm not wearing any. That's not fair"

I want to feel her soft smooth skin against mine

"Is that ok?", I ask

"Yeah Woo. It's alright", she answers, dropping her towel to the floor

She walks to the door, the lights going out and a few seconds later I feel a dip in the bed, her body next to mine

"Can we cuddle?", I ask

I know I'm asking a lot but she's finally in bed with me

I want to be as close as I can to her

She giggles, "My little boy still feeling needy?"

"Yes", I pout

"Ok baby", she says, turning to me, "Come Woo"

I immediately turn over to her, curling up next to her

She moves her arms around me as I lay my head on her squishy boobs

She moves her hands through the strands of my hair, soft, gentle and slow just how I like it

It's perfect

She snuggles close to me, pressing a kiss to my forehead

Everything is amazing, except that I'm getting hard again

Fuck

Why now?

And with the way we're laying, she can definitely feel it against her pussy

I don't know how to make it go away

I don't think it will as she's naked with me and holding on to me

I get an idea of what to do but I don't know if she'll go for it now that we're not having sex

"Jo?"

"Hmm?", she answers sounding sleepy

I press my hard dick into her

"Again Woo?", she asks, opening her eyes

"Yeah but.....can I be inside you and sleep?"

"That's what you want?"

I nod

"Yeah Woo, ok", she agrees and honestly I'm shocked

But so happy

We move around until we're in a good position for this and snuggling

Slowly I push into her, feeling her open for me and suck me inside

I bottom out and both of us shiver, her cunt immediately pulsating around me

It feels so good

"Good Woo?", she asks

I nod, "Yeah. Good for you?"

"Perfect. You know I love having you inside me"

I know she does and I love being inside her

"Yeah? I love being in you too"

She nods, moving her hand back to my hair, slowly running through the strands

"Night Woo"

"Night Jo"

Closing my eyes, I feel so content and I let the feel of her fingers in my hair lull me to sleep

[switchingsoftly]

4,

20,

31

33

40

49,

54,

55,

92 or 93, dealer's choice

Lot of questions, and a lot of answers under the cut!

4: What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?

It's so hard to compare my favorites, but I think just in terms of how much I think about it, that time I got spit roasted would for sure top the cake. I hope I can do that again veryyyy soon djdkfjskf

20: What’s the queerest shit you’ve ever done?

Exist

31: Describe your most unusual/taboo fantasy.

Y'know, it's hard to say lol, I'm not sure. With the crowds I'm in, a lot of what I enjoy is fairly... normal? Common, I suppose, lol. I think maybe my like spiderweb of a stalker kink would probably be my most unusual/taboo as of currently. It's also my favorite 💅🏼✨

33: Who’s the oddest person you’ve fantasised about?

Honestly? I personally feel I'm pretty boring in this regard, but the oddest person I've fantasized about was this one friend I had in college. I wasn't even really attracted to him, but our friend group took the bdsm test for funsies (as you do) and his results were a mixed bag. Your gurl got curious, I won't lie sjfldjcks. I really like the whole, "turns into a completely different person in the bedroom" type of troupe, and he definitely had the potential for that sort of thing lol.

40: Describe your most sexy fantasy.

Currently, being like, this cute shapshifting son-cubus who gets corrupted and taken in by his new Eldritch void-demon mommy is my favorite, currently. Just the idea of having past experiences and sensations completely erased from my mind and replaced by this sweet demoness who cares for fie's son oh so much and makes sure to spend lots of special bonding time together is so cute.

There's a similar one that's this little god guy (me) and his Vala -his priestess- and all the things they'd do. Astral mind-fucking, worship, devotion, etc etc is just. So good. And the thought of like, maybe the Vala being this god's mother... loving it to the point of literally seeing it as her god and worshipping it is just. Sjcjckc yeah, family fantasy stuff for sure is my thing right now sjckckvkgkb

49: Do you have any kinks that you’re ashamed of?

I feel like there's a small glimmer of shame in every single one of my kinks, in all honesty. I used to get intrusive thoughts about sexual stuff when I was younger because of it, but I'm doing pretty good with accepting the things that makes things a little more exciting for me 🖤

54: Describe how you like your genitals to be touched

With afab stuff, I really just loved to be filled hard enough to be sore for days afterwards. Fingering, fucking, doesn't matter as long as I physically cannot think. With oral I do prefer to be given head rather than eaten out, as that's more pleasurable to me, and I've gotten some pretty good reviews on how it feels for me to bob their head on my dick >//u//>

55: How sensitive are your nipples? Does nipple play turn you on?

Depends on the person. Personally, if I play with them by myself it doesn't really do much, but if someone else is I absolutely love it. I'd say they're slightly sensitive, mostly to licking and such, and it's such a foreign and good feeling to me lol

92: Post a naked selfie.

You-know-who is being a huge bitch rn and I'm afraid if he sees a pair of tits next to the word 'trans' he'll explode and I'll be deactivated. I've thought about making an of at some point in the future, so who knows! I'll post one for funsies at some point, I'm sure hehe

93. Tag your biggest tumblr crush

@wolfgirlclit hi momma 🖤

[megumiya]

ⵌ𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘

✧ feat ; iwaizumi, kuroo, ushijima

✧ synopsis ; how they react when you call them daddy for the first time.

✧ includes ; fem!reader + daddy kink + praising + kink discovery + breeding kink + teasing + oral

TIP JAR 

only if u want to <3

♡ 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈

— it definitely catches him by surprise. he never expected to hear those words in the bedroom and after a hot minute, he feels a little bit embarrassed by how much his dick is throbbing.

“w-what did you just say?”, iwaizumi asks, slowing down his thrusts. his green eyes are blown up with something you couldn’t quite identify yet but by the way his skin is burning against you, you can tell that probably iwaizumi hajime just discovered a new kink. 

“I said harder, daddy”. you stare at him with half lidded eyes as he lets out a guttural that echoes in your living room. maybe it was the messy sex on the couch or the fact that his high school friends might arrive at any second but iwaizumi looks like is about to explode. 

“fuck, baby, say it again, tell daddy what you want and he’ll give it to you.” iwaizumi groans as he grips your hips tighter as you repeat the words with a sultry tone. “fuuuck!”,  he moans before pounding into your slippery hole at a new wrecking pace. 

♡ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎

— he actually used to fantasize about you calling him that but actually hearing it is totally different. but even though his body is aching to fuck you into next week he has to play it cool

“oh, didn’t know you were into that, kitten.” kuroo raises his head from in between your legs, your arousal dribbling down his chin as he stares at you with predatory eyes. your cheeks warm up as you watch how he licks his lips before caressing the softness of your thighs. 

“i-i am not”, you mumble and you swear you hear him purr as he runs his fingers slowly through your folds, watching in amusement how you cunt clenches at nothing. “mmh, it doesn’t seem like it.” kuroo teases your hole again, pushing two fingers in and rubbing that sweet spot inside you. 

“Tetsuro, please, don’t tease”, you moan, covering your face. “Come on baby,use your words for daddy again”. kuroo says in a low voice kissing your second lips. a big smrk stretches on his lips when he hears you cry a lewd daddy as your body trashes in pleasure. 

♡ 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀

— he has never heard about it but something about you calling him daddy ignites something in the bottom of his gut. something that tells him to fuck a baby into you and actually become a dad.

“fuck, daddy”. you breath against the pillow as ushijima holds your hips up as he thrusts against your ass with brutal strength. you are lost in the motion until your body stops moving forward. you try to look back as best as you can to find ushijima’s squinted eyes.

“what was that?”, he pants, sweat rolling down his forehead and chest. but your brain has been reduced to mush long ago by his monster cock and feral thrusts. he observes your fucked out expression feeling his balls tightening and the blush rushing to his dick. 

“does that mean that I have to make you a mommy”, he groans, his large palm tracing your back, resting on your ass to give it a light squeeze. you cry weakly and suddenly ushijima’s mind goes blank, the only clear thought is to pump you full of his cum. “i’ll breed you so well, angel, don’t worry, daddy will take care of you.”

©𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 2022 — do not modify or repost

[spacequokka]

I have interpreted & read Yunho's natal chart & yes, he is a dom, hard dom. He is into a lot of stuff we would be surprised by.

Him & only one other person in Ateez are doms & not switches.

Who do you think it is?

I’m going to take this opportunity to read everyone’s charts since I’ll be writing smut for them soon.

Ateez Kinks & Turn-Ons Headcanons

Hongjoong || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Virgo || Turn On: Intimacy

The kind of guy to blow your mind simply because sex with him isn’t an act, it’s an experience. He’ll give you his undivided attention as he shows you what he likes while exploring your body to figure you out. Get close enough and he’ll consider you his, mind and body, but given how sweet and caring he can be, it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Beware, however. He falls in love easily, so if you aren’t looking for something serious, gtfo. Takes his dick game seriously as he aims to please. Will try most things you suggest so don’t be shy to ask.

Seonghwa || Venus: Aquarius, Mars: Aries || Kink: Roleplay

Prides himself on being “different” from what you’ve had before. A little standoffish with a thing for relationships that aren’t norm. I honestly see him being down for stuff like roleplay, whatever allows him to showcase his range of talents while also getting you to experience new things. Definitely a switch tho.

Yunho || Venus: Taurus, Mars: Scorpio || Kink: Dom, Pet Play

*crosses self* This guy. Possessive. Sensual. “Hands-on.” Yes, please. He’s prone to love-hate relationships and can be stubborn. You’ll have to give in to him more often than not, which is just how he likes it. The way he can get angry yet look cool on the outside is sexy af. Like others with Scorpio in Mars, their sexual stamina is impressive, and he likes atypical things in sex, specifically things that test limits. You gotta bring an open mind to his bedroom. Most importantly, he wants control and his partner to submit to him. Not that it’d be hard to do. He doesn’t like to share his partner with others, though. He wants your undivided attention.

Yeosang || Venus: Leo, Mars: Libra || Turn On: Praise/Appreciation (Receiving)

His Venus profile is double that of his Mars, so you’re getting a more sentimental guy than sexual. Sorry. He loves attention and wants you to work for his affection. Might brag about how someone flirted with him, but only because he wants to show you he’s attractive. Sadly, he can’t take it if you do the same. He’s also team “if I fuck you, I love you” so prepare to stick around once he lets you have him. None of that fwb business.

San || Venus: Leo, Mars: Scorpio || Kink: Praise (receiving)

This duality king needs to express his love through sex, making hard for him to separate the two. He’s willing to try anything at least once, so as long as you tell him how good he is to you.

Mingi || Venus: Virgo, Mars: Scorpio || Kink: soft dom

Why am I not surprised he matches Yunho? He’s sweet and gentle but loves to test your limits. Hope you can keep up.

Wooyoung || Venus: Libra, Mars: Capricorn || Kink: Mommy whatever he’s feeling in the moment

A giver, loves pleasing his partner. Is dying to be good for you. Casanova vibes in that he doesn’t like to be tied down unless he’s sure. Loves sexual exploration and expression and looks for someone who can keep up with his whims.

Jongho || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Virgo || Kink: Restraints

Because of his impatience, he doesn’t like to waste time. If he sees it and wants it, he’s gonna get it. He’s direct, romantic, and sensual, and will make it known he wants you. If walk that talk was a person. Focused and dedicated, intensely loyal. “They possess you, and somehow make it seem attractive to be possessed.” Body-and-soul love, finds it hard to separate love and sex so I doubt you’d get him to agree to be fwbs. Nope, you’re his and no one else’s. 

[odiesbun]

NSFW Alphabet: Choi Soobin ver.

I do not have a good knowledge of English, so there will be mistakes in the text!

GENRE: smut, slight dom!soobin(maybe switch?)

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw.

Number of characters in the text: 7628

A = Aftercare (What theyre like after sex)

The absolute king of aftercare.

Besides the usual kisses and hugs, he'll shower you with compliments and offer to take a shower, but if you're really tired, he'll wipe you off himself.

It may also seem strange, but he always gets hungry afterwards, so he'll stick around the fridge for another ten minutes.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner)

On him are his arms and neck. He knows that his long fingers can give you great pleasure, so he uses them a lot. And about the neck… He just loves it when you put hickeys there.

As for your body… He doesn't have a particular favorite part, he likes your whole body, but he pays special attention to your breasts. He literally thinks your breasts are gorgeous, regardless of size.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He always cum on your belly. But please let him cum in you and he'll be over the moon(!).

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Soobin has no dirty secrets, but…

Soobin somehow managed to film you making love on camera, so when he's away from you, he jerks off to this tape

E = Experience (How experienced are they)

I don't think Soobin can be very experienced at this point. At most, he's had two partners before you and he's not very experienced in sex.

F = Favorite position

Missionary or rider pose.

As mentioned above, he loves your breasts, so he thinks these are the perfect positions to look at/grab your breasts in.

G = Goody (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, ect.)

He tries to be more serious, but occasionally light chuckles and smirks come out of his mouth.

H = Hair (How they groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes)

I think Soobin shaves everything off so he doesn't have to deal with it for a while, but sometimes he can get a little haircut.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

It all depends on his mood. Sometimes he may not even say a loving word during the process or some compliment, but the aftermath will always be full of hugs and kisses! However, sometimes he is so clingy and gentle that he will even ask if he can hold your hand during the process.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Only does this when he's away from you or you're in an argument. This is about once or twice a week, but if he really misses you a lot, these numbers will triple.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Size Kink. Soobin likes to see that he's much bigger than you and his cock can barely enter you. But he likes it even more when you wrap your little hand around his cock.

Mommy kink. He's a soft home or switch, but if you're the dominant man in bed, he'll fall in love with you even more and just go crazy.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

Bedroom and kitchen table.

Soobin prefers the classics, especially since the bed is the most comfortable place to do it. The kitchen table is there for a change, if he wants to somehow diversify your sex life.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Soobin can get turned on by absolutely random things. For example, you might just fall asleep sweetly on the couch in the living room, and Soobin's dick is already getting hard.

Still, he gets aroused from revealing clothes. He's against you wearing those clothes to business meetings or dates with him, but here's if you wear it when you're alone together… That's a completely different conversation!

N = No (Something they would not do, turn offs)

Something that might be dangerous. Playing with a knife, wax and blood is definitely not something that will be present in your "bedtime games."

He might also refuse group sex because he doesn't want to share you with someone else.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

Soobin is someone who is willing to receive and give equally. He is a generous boy, so he will repay you doubly if you make him feel good.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough, or slow and sensual)

Medium pace. Usually he always starts off gentle and sensual, but closer to the discharge he loses his self-control and crashes his cock into you so hard that you probably won't be able to walk the next morning.

But then again, Soobin is very two-faced, so sometimes he can change pace abruptly and get very romantic.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, ect.)

Soobin is not a fan of quickie sex. He spends a lot of time on foreplay and he also needs more time to get aroused and in the mood for sex than the other participants. So if you offer to have sex in an alley around the corner somewhere, he'll refuse, asking you to wait until you get home.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, ect.)

He will take risks only three times out of ten. He likes seeing your shy face and listening to you try to talk him out of doing it, but he's actually afraid of getting caught.

You were once found by participants right during sex, so you still blush in front of them after that, and they in turn always tease you when you and Soobin are alone.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Depending on how hard his day was. If he's tired, he might end up with one or two rounds. But if he still feels the energy in his body, he can go four rounds without a break.

But, I mean, it all depends on your stamina ;).

T = Toy (Do they own toys. Do they use them. On a partner or themselves)

He doesn't use toys on himself, but for you, as some kind of punishment, he doesn't mind using them. A couple of vibrators, nipple clamps are just what he tortures you with if you've been a bad girl all day and got on his nerves.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Quid pro quo. He won't tease if you don't pester him. But if you didn't give him what he wanted last time, that same night Soobin will put his hand between your legs, whispering naughty things in your ear, but never let you cum until you get home.

V = Volume (How loud ther are, what sound they make)

Not too loud, but not one who is silent either. He prefers to make quiet sighs, which may accidentally turn into a moan, or a little growl.

He'll be louder if he's a subs or if you suck his dick ;).

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Soobin loves it when you dominate!!!

He doesn't mind being dominant, but he can still cum faster if you're on top of him. As I mentioned before, it's because of the mommy kink.

X = X-Ray (Lets see whats going on in those pants, pictures or words)

It makes sense that since Soobin is a huge guy, his dick would be huge as well, but… He's average until Soobin gets aroused. Then it really becomes HUGE.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

55/100.

He's not a pervert who will have sex often, but he's not someone who has sex once a year either.

Z = ZZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always falls asleep after you, even no matter how tired he is. It's important to him to make sure you're okay and happy with everything, so he's always having "talking sessions" asking if you liked everything.

(Really, he just thinks you'll be upset if he falls asleep first.)

[duffslut]

Raising the family

Modern Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 372

Requested by anon: i beg for a actual slash breeding kink. Pleeeeease

Warnings: Smut! Minors Dni.

- So what do you think? - Slash asked, the television was on in the bedroom and you were sitting on his lap on the bed, his big arms wrapped almost all over your body.

- I wouldn't mind carrying your kids inside me. - you said, playing with Slash's fingers on your face and kissing them.

You didn't know if what you said was really true, you didn't think much about having kids, but having kids with Slash was definitely something else.

- Yeah? I wouldn't mind putting them inside you. - Slash grunted and grinned.

Slash carefully lowered his hands to your breasts, massaging them lightly and then giving them a few squeezes.

- You'd look so hot with those tits full of milk.

You closed your eyes at the touch of his hands, starting to move your hips back and forth in his lap, already feeling your pussy throb, now all you wanted was for Slash to fill your womb with his semen.

- Breed me then - you leaned over and whispered close to his mouth.

You lifted inches from your body on his lap, just so Slash could unzip his jeans and lower them. His dick was harder than ever, you were never so grateful that he wasn't wearing his underwear, you quickly turned your back to him, placing your hands on his thighs while you started to ride him, his cock easily entering your wet, hot pussy until you swallow it all. You now rested your arms behind your back, on his stomach, and with more agility than ever, you rode his dick up and down, Slash wound your hair around his fingers, pulling your head back as he and you both moaned and sighed.

As soon as your rides started to slow down and your legs were weak and trembling, Slash began his thrusts, pushing so deep inside you that you squirmed every time his balls hit your clit, you bit your lip and begged Slash to breed you while your nails dug into the skin of his belly.

- Take it... - Slash sighed, gritting his teeth. - Like a good mommy. - And then he came, his hot sperm invaded and filled your womb, and you just knew that in that moment, he had impregnated you.

[snelbz]

Isn't She Lovely {2}

Summary: Cassian, a single father, tries online dating for a one night stand and gets more than he bargains for. Nesta, a former professional ballet dancer, opens her own studio in her new hometown of Velaris and finds that she knows one of her students’ fathers from a night of utter regret.

Warnings: Mature content throughout. Language, sex, drinking, etc. NSFW.

A collab with @theladyofdeath

It was nearly noon when Cassian got into his truck to go pick up Arya from Rhysand.

He was exhausted and slightly hungover, to say the least, but he wasn’t complaining. The night before had been different. Cassian had been with plenty of women, even after Arya’s mother, but none of them had held the same fire and authority that Nesta had when he’d fucked her the night before.

She had left right after they were done, had hardly said a word to him before she left, climbing into the Uber she’d called, but he knew that he had done his job well. Women couldn’t fake the reactions she’d had to him, to his size, to his masterwork. No, she had been pleased, beyond pleased, Cassian had no doubt.

He could still hear her cursing his name as her body shattered around him.

The sun was high in the sky and nearly blinding as Cassian pulled out of his parking garage and down Fifth Avenue. He was ready to see his daughter. Rhysand took her one night a month for a night of endless sugar and too many movies.

Usually he dropped her back off that night, but Rhys had agreed to keep her overnight so Cassian could go out, could bring someone home and fuck her without his four-year-old daughter sleeping on the other side of his bedroom wall.

She’d only had a handful of night’s away from home, but if Arya was with her Uncle Rhysie or Aunt Mor, he knew she was well taken care of.

Throwing his truck into park, he hopped out of the cab and hurried up the stairs. Cassian didn’t even pause to knock, just threw the door open and let himself in. He found Octonauts playing on the television, but no sign of his wild-hearted daughter anywhere-.

“Daddy!”

A tiny force slammed into his legs and she squeezed as hard as she could.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He leaned down and picked her up. She was still wearing her PJ’s, still had bed head. Cassian sniffed gently. And definitely still hadn’t brushed her teeth. “Did you have fun with Uncle Rhys?”

She nodded, still chewing on the piece of bacon in her hand. “Did you find my new mommy?”

Cassian’s head whipped around to Rhysand, who was standing in the entryway of his kitchen, shrugging. “What? Kid asks a lot of questions.”

“And that’s what you told her?” Cassian asked, shaking his head. He kissed Arya’s forehead. “No, honey, not yet.”

Arya didn’t seem to mind. She just shrugged and squirmed until Cassian put her down and she hurried off, back to her bacon. She didn’t remember her mother. Arya was just a baby when she passed. Yet, all of her little friends at preschool had a mother, so she knew the concept well.

“No new mommy?” Rhysand repeated, stepping into the living room.

Cassian kicked off his boots and plopped himself down on the couch. “No new mommy.”

“Considering you didn’t show up here last night, though, I assume something went well.”

Cassian grinned and looked to the kitchen to make sure Arya was out of earshot before he said, “Best sex I’ve had in a long time.”

Rhysand gave him a hum of approval before retrieving his coffee from the kitchen island and taking the seat on the other end of the couch. He, too, made sure his niece was in the other room before saying, “So what? You were telling us how gorgeous and perfect this girl was. Don’t get me wrong, you needed to get your dick wet, you’ve been an asshole since you and what’s-her-name broke up, but I thought you were going into this with something a little permanent in mind.”

Cassian could only shrug. He wasn’t the hookup kind. Had never been. Last time he’d had a well and true hookup was almost five years ago, and now Arya was a reminder of why hookups don’t always work out as planned. He loved her more than anything, but having a kid at twenty-four hadn’t exactly been in his plans. “She was too uptight. Too much of a hoity-toity bitch.”

“Bitch is a bad word, daddy,” Arya said pointedly as she came around the back of the couch and climbed up between her father and uncle.

Rhysand laughed as Cassian caught her and pulled her into his lap. “Yes, it is, and you shouldn’t say it. Last thing I need is Miss Atkins calling me up and telling me you're swearing in school.”

“If I can’t say it, you can’t say it,” she said, and took his face into her little hands, patting him on his stubbled cheeks. “I want pizza.”

“You just ate a plate of bacon,” Rhysand said, throwing his hands dramatically in the air.

“Mhmm, and now I want pizza,” she said, and hopped off the couch. “I’m gonna put on my dress.”

She ran up the stairs and disappeared into the guest room that held Arya’s little twin bed. Cassian looked at Rhysand, who was laughing.

“She’s definitely yours,” Rhysand said, shaking his head. “Swears like a sailor and always hungry.”

“Yeah, well, I’m starting her in dance classes on Monday,” Cassian said, shrugging. “Get a little piece of her mom that way.”

Rhysand nodded quietly and patted Cassian on the shoulder. “You’re doing good, Cass. She’s a good kid.”

“Thanks,” he grumbled, and before he could say anything else, Arya was rushing back down the stairs with a brush in hand and her dress on backwards. “Do my hair please, daddy.”

She hopped onto Cassian’s lap and he let out a grunt as he took the brush and began brushing through her dark, wild, wavy hair. After taking the tie out of his own hair and letting it fall loose, he pulled Arya’s into a ponytail at the top of her head. Once she stood, Cassian helped her switch her dress around so that the front of it was facing forward.

“There,” Cassian smiled. “Beautiful.”

“Now pizza?” she asked, clapping her hands together. “Uncle Rhysie come, too?”

Rhysand pulled her into a hug and sighed. “I have to go meet Feyre. Maybe next time.”

Arya frowned. “I don’t like Feyre.”

Cassian chuckled. “Yes, you do.”

She crossed her arms and shook her head.

“You’re just jealous,” Rhysand muttered and poked her in the ribs, making her giggle. “But trust me, you’ll always be my number one girl.”

She beamed up at him, reaching behind her and idly playing with Cassian’s loose hair.

He turned his face into her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Where’s Mor? I’m sure she’d enjoy some pizza.”

“She had a goat yoga class this morning with Emerie and was getting brunch afterwards,” Rhys said, standing and stretching.

Cassian just blinked, Arya slipping from his lap and running back into the kitchen. “Did you say-?”

“Yeah,” Rhysand sighed. “Goat yoga. I don’t know if it was her idea or Em’s, but they drove about an hour outside of the city to some farm to do yoga with baby goats.”

“Can we get a baby goat, daddy?” Arya asked, returning with another piece of bacon in her hand.

“Hey!” Rhys pointed at her. “Did you take that from my plate? You ate all of yours.”

She quickly stuffed the last few bites in her mouth. “You snooze, you lose, Uncle Rhysie!”

Rhysand gasped and began chasing her around the living room. If it was any indication of what the rest of their time together had consisted of, Cassian was certain that Arya would need a nap at some point.

It was another day in the life of fatherhood - pizza, begging for a baby goat, and unending hyperness that wore Cassian out. He wouldn’t trade it for the world, though. There may have been times that he needed a night to relive the bachelor life, but being Arya's father? That’s what he was called to do and he loved every second of it.

~

Nesta looked around her newly finished studio. She had less than forty-eights hours until opening day and she already had nearly-full classes. Word had spread quickly through the dancing community that a young professional who spent nearly a decade traveling with one of the most famous dance companies in Prythian was opening her own studio and it had given her a solid foundation.

She was nervous.

But she was excited, too.

It was a change in pace from what she was used to, and while initially, Nesta had seen it as a punishment. And in some ways, she supposed it was. But she had the chance to change someone’s life, like her instructors had changed hers. She had the chance to settle down, which touring with a professional company hadn’t allowed. Velaris was a beautiful city, one that she’d always loved visiting when she was performing. She had secretly thought about maybe one day, when she was older and had retired, buying a home here.

She had, indeed, ended up buying a home here, outside the city, sight unseen, she just wasn’t retired.

Or old.

She heard the bell above the front door jingle and made her way to the lobby, finding the other reason she’d ended up in Velaris stepping inside. Her younger sisters were beaming from ear to ear as they took in her studio.

“Well?” Nesta asked, gesturing to the cozy entryway around them.

“It’s perfect!” Elain replied, a bouquet of flowers in her arms that she placed on the desk Nesta used as her main base and fluffed them out. “When does-?”

“How was your date?” Feyre interrupted, which Elain glared at her for, but Nesta could see the interest in Elain’s eyes as well.

Nesta just looked at Elain. “You had to tell her?”

Elain didn’t look the least bit sorry as she shrugged.

“I went, I got a free dinner, and that was that,” she said. “I’d love some help arranging-.”

“Will you see him again?” Feyre asked. Apparently interrupting was her specialty of the day.

“No,” Nesta said, quickly. “Now-.”

“Why not?” Feyre pushed.

Nesta spun around to face her sisters, exasperated. “Because he was a good fuck but other than that, the guy was a dick.”

Elain’s brows shot up as Feyre grinned. “See? Told you she’d get lucky.”

“Thought she’d at least be a bit classier about it,” Elain muttered.

“You should really let me introduce you to-.”

“No,” Nesta said, taking a page from Feyre’s own book and cutting her off. She sighed when both of her sisters stepped back at the bite in her tone. She did her best to make her voice as gentle as possible. “I do not need to be introduced to anyone. I do not need to meet any of Reed’s friends. I do not need a boyfriend. I needed dinner and an orgasm and I got it.”

“It’s Rhys,” Feyre corrected. “Which you’d know if you’d bother to meet him, too.”

“You’ve lived here almost a full month,” Elain added. “And you still haven’t come out with us. We want you to meet our friends. They want to meet you.”

Nesta was almost certainly sure they did not want to meet her, if her sisters had told them how awful she was to them as children.

“Maybe when things settle down from the opening,” she lied, and even though she’d turned and headed towards the different sized studios in the back, she could feed their stares boring into her. “Come look at the lounge. The couches finally came in and they look great with your paint choice, Feyre.”

Feyre nodded, and it was clear she was still trying to shake off Nesta’s tone. “I have a few paintings in the car I finished that I thought would look nice.”

Nesta’s feet slowed as she rounded the corner to the lounge and said, “Thank you.”

She meant it and as it was clear she was trying to move on to a new conversation and avoid any sort of conflict, the other two moved on as well.

That’s how it always was with them.

Elain and Feyre would try to open Nesta up.

Nesta wouldn’t let them.

Then they all avoided the tension until they forgot about it. Or, at least pushed it aside enough to not matter for a little while.

They hadn’t questioned her when she’d called them to tell them she was moving to town, hadn’t questioned the injury she’d told them she’d sustained during the ballet’s season break. Hadn’t question why she hasn’t wanted to move back to their small hometown.

They were just happy to get their sister back after all these years.

Deep down, she was, too.

Her opening was in just a few days time and Nesta couldn’t wait.

She wondered if her dancers were just as excited as she was.

~

“What about this one?” Cassian held up a pink leotard with little flowers sewn into the collar and a skirt attached. He looked at the fifty-three dollar price tag and put it back. “Nevermind, they didn’t have it in your size.”

They most certainly had, but Cassian wasn’t spending fifty dollars on something Arya would outgrow in three months.

Thankfully, Arya was distracted by the wall of patterned leotards on the wall and hadn’t heard him suggest the overpriced onesie. They were shopping for her first dance class next week and Arya was being as picky as ever.

Everything was either too girly or not girly enough and Cassian was about to throw in the towel and text Mor to ask for aid at the small dance boutique in town when Arya had wandered off and found the wall before her.

They were all basic white, but you could find a pattern of almost anything printed in different colors. To the right and left of the onesies were different colored tutus and skirts to mix and match. She squealed and pointed. “Daddy, dinosaurs!”

Lo and behold, about halfway up the wall, were three leotards with dinosaurs on them. One was primarily blues, one was green, and the last was a mix of colors from pink to blue to green to yellow to red.

“Which one?” He asked, reaching towards the wall.

She jumped up and threw her hands in the air. “All of them!”

Cassian chuckled and shook his head. “You’re only getting two tonight, cause we have to get your tights and shoes, remember? And don’t you think you should have something aside from just dinosaurs?”

She pouted for a second, but perked up and asked, “Spider-Man?”

Cassian cringed, slightly rueful that his daughter had gotten his movie and entertainment preferences as he turned towards the wall. She loved any and everything superhero, which was harder to find for a little girl than one would think.

Especially when said little girl still wanted to be pink and frilly. She just wanted to carry Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir, as her backpack to school some days.

Unfortunately, there was no Spider-Man, or Batman for that fact, and she settled on a onesie with kitten paw prints. She picked out a skirt for each and they were checking out and on the way home in a matter of minutes.

Arya couldn’t stop talking about how excited she was in the backseat. Cassian listened quietly, responding when appropriate, loving the happiness in her small voice. She couldn’t wait to learn to dance and to make new friends. She hoped her teacher was nice and pretty and fun.

He wasn’t sure she had been this excited for her first day of preschool the year before.

She was still talking about it when he put her to bed and he was sure she would still be talking about it the next morning.

Cassian smiled as he himself laid in bed that night, knowing that if this was any indication of what was to come, Tanwyn’s love and legacy of ballet may live on after all.

[izaanagi]

HAIKYUU BOYS AS SUGGESTIVE TROPES/KINKS

— (sugar) mommy kink; has definitely thought about calling you mommy (or my lady) during sex but has never gotten around to do it because he loses every brain cell he has bottoming out in your wet cunt;

♕ ATSUMU; Tsukishima; Hoshiumi; Tanaka; Mattsun; Aone; Goshiki; Kindaichi; Kyoutani; SEMI; BOKUTO; Konoha; Ginjima; Daichi; O I K A W A, Yamaguchi.

— secretly loves lingerie; he thinks that he is the master of the bedroom and that nothing you do could shock him enough - but he is so so wrong and you can see it in his eyes that a feral aura surrounds him when you wear sexy lingerie (bonus points if it is see-though and a weird color);

♕ Kuroo; Osamu; Nishinoya; Makki; Yahaba; USHIJIMA; Komori; LEV; Futakuchi; Goshiki; Kageyama; AKAASHI, Kenma, Sakusa, Ennoshita, TAICHI.

— marking; it is all about the animalistic need to see you, feel you and have you; let others know whose property you are and who owns your pussy, as well as your heart by biting, leaving hickies, bruises - anything goes as long as it stays and it shows.

♕ K Y O U T A N I; Iwaizumi; Atsumu; SUNA; Hoshiumi; Tsukishima; Futakuchi; Semi; DAISHOU; Hirugami; Yamamoto; KAGEYAMA.

— play fighting as foreplay; he likes pinning you down and see you struggle under his body, then feel you reverse the situation, tangling arms, legs and touching body parts in the heat that you do not notice are touching until you stop and you are already on top of him, his dick hard in the middle of your thighs and fingers interlocked.

♕ OIKAWA; SUGAWARA; BOKUTO; Tendou; Yamaguchi; Iwaizumi; Osamu; Kita; Yaku; H I N A T A; Kageyama; Lev; Futakuchi; Tanaka; Makki, Komori.

— lap sitting (and thigh riding); you love just occupying his same breathing space, especially if you are on his lap and just cuddled on him, feeling his strong core and arms around you (you also love how he just sits in your lap as well, and you hug his shape and he just lets you be) - until you start rutting his legs and he goes berserk, and can’t focus of anything but on you.

♕ S U N A; Kunimi; Omimi; Yahaba; KUROO; Akaashi; TSUKISHIMA; Aran; Daichi; Ushijima; SAKUSA; Aone; Kenma; Konoha; Atsumu; Bokuto; TAICHI; Shirabu.

[hooman4ever]

Could you write some nsfw Dewey Riley headcanons with a more dom reader?

Contains: NSFW Themes, Hand Jobs, Sub Dewey, Dom Reader, Gender Ambiguous Reader, Mentions of Spanking/Slapping/Overstimulation, Flustered Dewey is The Best Dewey, Lightly Edited

Now this man would have absolutely no problem with a more dom S/O. In fact, I believe Dewey would actually prefer it.

He can be quite bashful at times so he loves it when someone just swoops down and shows/tells him what to do. Dewey will have no problem following your lead and listening.

I could see Dewey being into calling you Master/Sir/Miss. While he would be more apprehensive about calling you Daddy/Mommy/TheyThemy but he would do it if you asked. Just don’t expect him to be shouting it out randomly unless asked.

Dewey thrives on praise– if you are not whispering praises and sweet words while having your way with him you are definitely missing out. He turns to putty at the slightest word of affirmation.

Call him a good boy? You’ll have clingy Dewey on your hands for the rest of the night.

This man will seek out your praise if you don’t freely give it– or even if you do he still could use more. He will randomly ask if he’s “Doing good?” or if he’s “Being a good boy for you?”

He isn’t that into degradation but he could get into some light name-calling. Nothing too serious or often.

Dewey enjoys light pain play. Spanking and choking in when he’s in the right mood can really get him going. Along with light slaps from time to time. As long as you aren’t causing him any long-lasting serious pain he’s fine with it.

He gets overwhelmed easily, I mean how can’t he when you're just– you. Since he gets overwhelmed easily he prefers the stoplight method so he can let you know when he needs you to slow down. Will safe word without hesitation, he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t shame him for needing to stop.

With aftercare, he mainly wants cuddles and kisses. If you need any aftercare he will be on top of it. Dewey will make you feel just as happy and safe as he feels and won’t hesitate to do anything to comfort you after sex since he knows you would do the same. (Aftercare is important as fuck for both Subs & Doms. I can not stress this enough.)

In public, he will be embarrassed about it if you act more dominating– ex, initiating kisses and possessively wrapping your arm around him– he’ll whisper lowly about how he has his ‘reputation to uphold with the other officers’ before giving in to your affection and melting at your touch.

Dewey over here will come up to you and pull you into him only for the tables to suddenly be reversed and he’s suddenly in your arms being a flustered mess.

Squelching noises filled your and Dewey’s shared bedroom. Your hand was wrapped around the man’s overstimulated length as soft whimpers and moans flew past his slicked lips. “Shit- [Y/n],” the man groaned out, his hips struggling to stay planted against the bed as his thighs shook. Brown hair was a mess atop his head, the usually neatly brushed locks disheveled thanks to you.

Your lips connected with the side of the man’s neck. The edges of your lips curled into a smile as Dewey finally rutted up into your palm with a yelp. Not able to hold back anymore as his body burned with unrelenting pleasure.

Cooing, you worked the man in your palm admiring the way he squirmed under the gentle administrations. “So sensitive,” you jeered, not missing the whimper pulled from his throat. One last flick of your wrist and Dewey’s hands were flying around your frame, pulling you close, a torrent of senseless please meeting your ears. His dick twitched in your hand as you milked him, only releasing the man when he was fully limp.

“Good boy,”

[altagraye]

Big Big Love part 11

part 11: Send Her my Love in Bedroom Hymns

Maia Age:28 

Sam age:31-32 

Dean age:35-36 

Roslyn age: 3 

Approximate year: 2014-2015 

Approximate season: 10 

TW!: SMUT, Cussing, depression, self-harming behavior (I don't condone or recommend, it's terrible), Alpha!Demon!Dean

Maia: 

Roslyn is three years old now. She grows so fast. Bringing her home from the hospital was no walk in the park. I had a lot to learn even with my built in Omega-mommy skills. There were tons of restless nights and don't even get me started on the teething! Raising a pup is definitely a team effort, Dean and I switching off so one of us can get some kind of sleep. Sometimes it was even a pack-wide effort. But I feel like I've gotten the hang of things by now. I'm so glad I have a multitude of cups of coffee to keep my engine running throughout the day. We moved into this inherited Bunker not too long ago, just last year I think it was? I like the layout, tons of rooms and a huge kitchen so I can actually learn how to cook something edible. It's like a maze down here. The only thing I hate about it is that there aren't any windows to the outside. I miss looking out the glass on rainy days. Oh well, It's easy for me to lose track of time. 

I was so relieved that, on the day that shook my core, Ros had stayed the weekend at Bobby's. I was sitting at the mapped table reading through some of the archived Greek literature books from the library of the bunker, late at night when I felt this terrible searing pain in my neck, where Dean's claim was. Sam told Dean to stop hunting but they never did. Can't take the hunter out of the Alpha after all. Now they were trying to stop the new big-baddie, Metatron. Dean, my poor Galahad was afflicted by this dumb Mark-of-Cain thing.  

But not even that would drag me away from him. We're soulmates. Dean tried to push me away from him but that only made me love him harder. I wasn't going to let him think that after all we've been through, that I was going to let some dumb scar come between us. 

The pain in my neck grew and grew like someone had been cauterizing it. I looked at it as best I could in a mirror but it was fading away. It felt like smoke slipping through my fingers, unable to grab it back. I wasn't a worry-wort or negative-Nancy but I knew something was gravely wrong. i called Dean's phone and all I got was a snooty answering machine and a dial tone. I must have called him twenty times before I went to Sam's phone. I left tons of messages on his cell and other cells he had.  

"Sam! What the Hell is going on?! Dean always answers when I call. My claim is breaking, please I'm terrified. I don't know what's happening. Call me back or text me fuck's sake, you have your hands off the wheel anyway." 

"Gods-dammit, Sam. How many of these do I have to leave? I thought you were the smarter one? I'm gonna slash you up when you guys get home!" I ended the phone call, with my blood boiling. I checked on my claim again, the last raised bump fading within seconds, into smooth skin. Like it had never happened. What the fuck is going on? I prayed to Cas multiple times and he didn't answer me either. Not even a poof or a flap of those unruly feathers.  

I sat with my head in my hands and started to cry when I heard the distinctive creak of the front door of the Bunker come open. I was beyond pissed. So I let loose. 

"Sam!! Where in the fuck have you guys been? It's 2 o'clock in the morning. You've better smote the shit out of this dick-bag Angel or I'm going to explode." I turned to see Sam carrying Dean down the steps. My mate's body was limp, he had gashes on his face, now pale. And I could smell iron in the air. Whatever it was it must have been a rough fight. My hand covered my mouth and I started to cry. Who dares to hurt my Alpha? My mind was down playing the scene. Sam looked exhausted and his eyes were red and puffy like he'd been weeping for a while.  

I followed them down to our room where Sam set his body down. His clothes covered in patches of his own blood. A deep hole burrowed into his chest.  

"Wh- wh- what happened??? Alpha? D-dean Winchester you better answer me! Wake up!" I slapped his face for good measure. His head cast to the side and didn't bounce back. It was then that I knew he was gone. I wept into his cold chest for hours, gripping where my claim used to be, until Sam came and pried me off him.  

It was easy for Sam to do judging by my small size and my natural Omega-ness. I could smell the liquor on Sam's breath. I never knew him to be much of a heavy drinker. Usually he'd share a beer or two with dean on occasion.  

With the door closed I couldn't bring myself to open it again for any reason. I cried myself to sleep. Only getting about three hours of Z's. I slept on the cold ground of the bunker unable to let myself be soothed by the softness of a bed. I heard Sam gathering supplies and keeping them down in the basement part of the bunker. He stayed there for a while. I didn't know what he was up to but I didn't care about anything.  

How am I going to tell this to Roslyn? I can't just say, 'Daddy's dead.' At that thought I broke even further, the reality sinking down deeper, bringing me to the bottom of the coldest seas.  

I thought about dying and all the different ways I could have done it. I knew where the silver bullets were stashed. Maybe I could take one of the cars from the garage and wrap it around a tree trunk? I couldn't bring my cowardly Omega ass to do any of it because of Ros. She still needs me. She can't lose both her parents at the same time.  

So to feel something once the sobbing had stopped I took one of my claws and made line after line of shallow cuts from my wrist to my elbow. I watched as the red beaded up to the surface to form a line.  

Dawn came and Sam was standing over me. I knew he was there but I didn't acknowledge his presence. I began to cut myself again and Sam held me up by my mutilated arm, examining it and my state of mind. I was crying, again, from shame.  

Sam lifted me up, one of his arms firm underneath my knees. He carried me to his bedroom, where I was nearly choked out by the intense pine smell. He put me on his bed. I stared at the fresh blood I had created trickling down from my wrist onto Sam's sheets.  

He'd undressed himself, wearing only boxers. And joined me in bed. If he wanted to claim and ruthlessly knot me so hard that I couldn't walk for three days, I would have been fine with that. But he didn't do either. Instead he licked my wounds to heal them. Apparently some Alpha's saliva has minor healing properties.  

We'd slept in his bed like normal impossibly broken people. Shattered into little tiny sharp shards. We picked each other's pieces up, little by little. Since I was now sharing Sam's bed, I had to bathe myself in scent blockers. I didn't want Roslyn getting the wrong idea and start calling Sam her dad instead. During the day I would put on a faux brave face for my daughter but at night when she was out like a light I would break again. Returning to Sam's bedroom, engulfing myself in pine and resorting to making slices in my arm. Sam would lick my wounds, so that Ros wouldn't see that I'd hurt myself.  

This was the routine for a while. Brave mask in the morning, Pine and blood at night. I was so broken that I didn't have room for tears anymore, just chronic dull numbness. My heats were back to a monthly cycle once Ros was born. So Sam was apprehensive the night my heat hit, without Dean's claim to protect me.  

When I'd just finished carving myself up, waves of fever wracked my body. I tried hard to muffle my ecstasy filled moans, not wanting to wake Roslyn a few rooms over. I managed to remove all my clothing. My slick covering my inner thighs and making a mess on his bed.   

I didn't even try to masturbate, knowing it would only make my heat worse. Every inch of my body was covered in a layer of sweat. Sam came in. All it took was the opening of the door and a waft of my thick strawberry scent and a look of my naked form to send him into rut.  

He'd closed the door and locked it. He took he clothes off down to his boxers and let his form overshadow me. His pine scent was purely intoxicating. It made me moan louder. He licked my wounds, like he did every night, but this time it was different. I made my core twitch with want. Once all the little cuts were healed up, he'd looked at my face, hazed over with need, my cheeks flushed and burning.  

"Must you make me beg?" I asked breathily. I knew even after all this time and his attempted rape, deep down, buried beneath all that debris, Sam had genuine feelings for me. With the obstacle gone, why not sprint for first place and get that gold trophy? He took the bait, unable to resist.  

He smashed his lips against mine into a sloppy, wet, kiss. I moaned softly into his flesh. I could feel his member aching to be inside me. He raked his clothed cock against my slickness. And nibbled at the right side of my neck, the opposite side of where Dean's claim had been. I could feel his fangs start to sink in, pricking into my skin. But he let go, instead moving down to my breast, taking my aroused and hardened nipple into his mouth. Biting the nub forcefully. His hand slithered down and found my folds.  

Long fingers dragging up and down my strawberry scented slick drenched core. He started to play with my clit when he stopped completely. Sam's style was rougher than Dean's. so I could only imagine what it was like with him in bed, and I wanted more. My heart skipped a beat at thinking about the size of his knot, wanting it to be at my base. Sam sat at the edge of the bed, contemplating.  

I came over to his back, looking over every toned muscle wrapped my arms through his and hugged his back tight to my breasts. I kissed his vertebrae where it met the bottom of his neck, that's as far as I could go with my height deficit. His long hair ticking my nose.I didn't want him to feel like I saw him as just happenstance. Just another Alpha opportunely placed in my path when I was feeling the absence of Dean. 

"Whatever is happening between, us, It's real." I tried to make him listen to truth. His hand touched mine and he'd escaped my hug. Grabbing his jeans and his plaid shirt. "Sam!" I started to plead. 

"I got to take a shower. Don't want her smelling you on me." He said leaving me in his room. Rejection again, by my second Winchester, for different circumstances. I don't understand, he was the one who had it going for me first and for a long time before I was finally sharing feelings for him. And now he won't take me up on my offer? Am I that much of a complicated Omega? That every man I've been with has to have a moral dilemma just to realize that they love me? 

He practically treats Roslyn as his own, especially after Dean's death. But he's tentative with that also, it's almost like he knows something I don't. Is there a secret he isn't telling me? I can't read Sam as easily I could Dean. And that frustrates the Hell out of me. Regardless he should know that he can talk to me. About Gods-damned anything. For the remainder of my heat that week he never joined me in his bed, so I resorted to wearing long sleeve shirt in the swelter of summer to hide my cuts. He took out his rut on vanquishing some Alphas who'd smelled me near by the bunker.  

Another month has passed since our buzz-kill. We haven't talked much since then. I started set out some of his favorite books for him since he got into that fight with some random demon, rendering his shoulder useless for time being. it was a bit funny seeing his arm slung up in that ridiculous looking fabric contraption. I continued my nightly ritual of scraping my claw against my flesh. Maybe if I do this often enough it'll leave dark lines? Tonight, I could feel my heat hitting again, with the blazing of sundown. Ros was fast asleep and Sam came in joining me in the kitchen. I was just finishing up washing dirty dishes that I made from a late dinner smorgasbord that I prepped for myself. The famous glutton-phase, numero-uno at the beginning of my heat.  

I inhaled his Pine, this is probably the last time I'm going to smell it tonight. Saddened by the thought of him leaving me, I extended my index claw and began my macabre work on the lines, digging in a bit deeper this time.  Sam growled low, his steps were full of purpose. He grabbed my bleeding arm and spun me around, pinning my lower back into the edge of the sink.  

"Maia! Stop this. Stop hurting yourself! Do you have any idea how disappointed seeing you like this makes me? What if you cut too deep and I'm not here? Cas is sick and out of the question. What if Ros found you, blacked out?" His pine was so overbearing now, it was hard for me to focus.  

"You don't think I haven't thought that through already? I can't stop. I can't stop it. Sam, can you help me feel something? Anything that isn't this noose around my neck? Don't you love me just a little?" Sam was a man of few words when it came to his way of loving. Instead he let his actions talk for him. He licked my fresh wounds until they'd healed. I kissed his lips needing that kind of tenderness from him. breaking the kiss I sucked in, he hasn't been this close to me in a month. I let his scent fall into my lungs and on the exhale I had to clench my legs together. I let out a controlled moan. I braced myself on the edge of the sink. My insides tightening and trembling for him.  

His eyes were mesmerizing like a bright kaleidoscope of hazel. He initiated more contact first. I didn't want to influence him, I needed us to be transparent. He sucked at the right side of my neck and slipped his free hand under my shorts and underwear, grabbing a fistful of ass. I was panting against his kneading touch, feeling my slick get thicker. I knew he could smell me.  his jeaned member present and grinding against my clothed slit. 

He left a hickey on my neck, marking it. I let out very breathy moans, needing to be quiet. He growled, leaving a sloppy kiss on my lips. His warmth left my ass cheek, making me think he was going to stop for the night a leave, again. Instead he held out his hand, "I know a place where we can be loud." I took it without hesitation and he walked me down past darkened corridors into the garage of the Bunker.  

He had some difficulty taking the Impala keys out of his breast-pocket but got it eventually. He opened up the back before he let me hop in, he raked a loving hand through my hair his eyes locking with mine.  

"Sam? You know this is real, right? We're authentic." I needed him to hear that. to know that our feelings weren't sparked out of our shared grief alone. he gave me a small smile and leaned down, his back bending, giving me a sweet- pine filled smooch. That's a yes. I took my shirt and shorts off, leaving my sandals next to the rear passenger tire. My undergarments were lacy and red. 

I helped out, gimpy, and took his pants off. I kissed and nibbled at his light stubble on his Adam's apple when I unbuttoned each of his buttons on his plaid shirt. That made him buck into me and send his free hand exploring into my underwear. He inserted one digit, making me gasp at the sudden penetration and wanting much more than just that. I took off his sling to completely remove his shirt and then replaced the odd contraption.  

He took out his finger and licked it clean, the look in his eyes as he did made me mewl against his chest. He let me get in first and he followed closing the door. I sat down in the middle like I normally would, my skin making contact with the cold leather seat. My cheeks were flushed again and I was near trembling. I scooted my butt forward in the seat, bringing my center to the forefront and resting the back of my neck against the edge of the seat.  

He kissed me again but this time he was much more forceful, letting his control slip a little. He ended the kiss by biting my lower lip, possessively and thrusting two digits as deep as they could go into my slick ridden vagina. I moaned loud, not worrying about anyone hearing my sex-filled moans. He was knuckle deep, curling his fingers in and out making me shudder and gasp with each aggressive thrust.  

"Got to stretch you out a little, I'm big and your damn, tight." He explained. I moaned getting excited at the thought of him filling me. I whimpered, missing his touch when he removed his fingers and turned around grabbing something from the glove box of the Impala. I took this opportunity to remove my undergarments and cast them to the floor of the car. He turned around, taking in the scenery. I didn't conceal any part of me, opening my legs for him. he seemed a bit shocked by this at first with my straightforwardness, but his gaze quickly returned to a rut-filled haze. 

he tore a small foil package with his teeth, a condom. A flash of anger came across my features and took it from him throwing it, landing in the far reaches of the dashboard. I embraced his scalp with both hands and kissed his lips. he growled sexily at my actions.He'd gotten more ridged both with his actions and where it mattered. I helped him take off his boxers and he sat down next to me.  

"Ladies first." he insisted wanting me to act as the top, or at the very least equal. maybe this was to do with his length and girth. It made my mouth water. I straddled myself on top him, guiding my hand down to position him at my entrance. I lowered myself down on him, the slick helped but I could still feel just how different having another man inside me was. It wasn't necessarily better than Dean just different.  

He moaned from the pressure. His head scraped against my cervix, making me whimper. In all honesty it hurt a little bit, but with the pheromones flowing through my veins and my heated state I didn't mind some pain mixed with pleasure. Unable to hold back any longer, he used his free hand to grab at my shoulder pinning me to him and forcefully bucked deeper into me. Deeper than I even thought possible, his head dipping into my cervix, making me see entire galaxies. 

"Ahh! Sam." He kept at a relentless pace, each thrust harder than the last, more passionate. I felt his knot swell at my base, ready to burst. I dragged my tongue across his scars displayed on his chest, the ones Dean gave him. My walls clench down like a vice. He lifted his torso off the backseat away from a resting position. his hand cradling the base of my neck and dragging it in. His knot locked inside me and load after sweet boiling load released into my deepest parts. Not wasting another second he sunk his fangs into the flesh of the right side of my neck, claiming me. I'd screamed, climaxing from the combination of his knot, seed, and pine intoxicating me all at once. We sat there panting out our arousals, still connected for about half an hour. He lapped the blood away from his claim but made sure not to touch the puncture marks, wanting them to scar over. We waited for his knot to calm down before talking.  

"I've waited a long time for this." He said rubbing my cheek with his thumb, his eyes mulling over my beauty. "Doesn't feel real, but I'm happy it is." I smiled back at him, moaning and wincing from his exit.  

"Me too. I need a shower." I definitely smell like him now. Both of us wanted to start round two but were unable to with the possibility of Roslyn waking up in the middle of the night. We left the Impala in her steamed state and headed off to the shower stalls. Oh man, I'm going to feel this in the morning. Together we bathed, needing each other as support. Me nursing his gimp shoulder and him, making sure the shower water didn't sting my fresh claim. it was a miracle at all that we by the end of the cleaning we didn't still smell like each other. Now dressed, we headed off to the bedroom section of the Bunker. We stopped at his room. He landed a kiss on my forehead.  

"Don't hurt yourself anymore." he said, demandingly, already exerting his Alpha nature onto his new mate. I gave him a weak smile, "Okay. Good night." That was the one thing I don't think I can promise. I'm going to sleep very solidly tonight. He rubbed my cheek with is thumb again.  

" 'Night. 'Mega." Hearing him utter my dynamic, really felt like setting our actions in stone. It felt good and right. should I feel guilty for this? Being my recently deceased mate's , whom I've bore a pup with, brother? my omega instinct was telling me, no I shouldn't be ashamed. Dean died. It wasn't really cheating after all, was it? it was too late to get cold feet now. I hopped into my bed in my room, cocooning, I was starting to get too much in my own head. I couldn't help but place a hand on the crook of my left neck, where Dean's claim used to be. I wanted to cut, but didn't so I had my fill of crying until I fell asleep. 

The next morning felt so odd to me, because it was like there was a light-switch that had been flipped on inside my brain. For the first time in a very long time, I felt happy. Dean and I had bonded through our emotions, I and Sam, however bonded intellectually. Not to say that Dean was dumb, he wasn't. Just the way Sam and mine brain operated was different than his. Dean thinks...thought with his heart. Sam puts that pre-law beautiful nerdy mind to work constantly. He needs to do that actually otherwise, he'd be bored out of his wits. Sam is governed by reason and thought.  

I was the first person up, getting some pancakes ready for Roslyn, those were her current favorite. In a few more weeks she'd have some other favorite fad to please her palette. Pups, Gods help me.  I was sipping on some coffee and got Ros up, heaving her groggy little booty out of bed and putting her in her high-chair. It was hard to get her to eat, even though she liked the stuff. She only ate about half of it, but I settled for that. In another three hours she'd only be tugging at my leg wanting more food. Her little face scrunched up in a frustrated manner. Sam, finally out of his slumber came in, fixing himself a cup of coffee from the batch I made. 

"What's up buttercup?" I asked Ros, she has been talking for a little while. Mostly baby nonsense talk that only people who were close to her could comprehend. but other than that she can string very minor sentences together to get her point across. I tucked her fine hair out of her face and behind her ear. It hurt to see Dean's eyes reflected in those tiny eye sockets and his freckles on her face.  

"Bored. Wanna play hide seek. Miss Daddy." I smiled as hard as I could, because that sentence coupled with the look on her face made me hurt so damned bad. Sam was silent, turned around tending to his coffee. "Daddy will be home soon, pumpkin. I promise."  her eyes tensed on me. 

"Wiar." Liar. I almost broke right then and there. but I used that hurt to heave myself out of the kitchen chair and pick her up.  

"Somebody needs a nap, huh grumpy-face?" I told her. she didn't say anything back. I put her back to bed and rubbed her back and hummed Landslide to soothe her to sleep. that worked every time. I closed her door without a sound and Sam was in the hallway staring at me, looking guilty. I walked away from her door and collapsed down into Sam's chest, a bawling mess. 

"Sam, how are we gonna fix this?" I asked him, not knowing where else to turn. He sighed but didn't answer me. He kissed his claim, the flesh still tender. Sam gave me some room, knowing I needed time to think and stir. I let my emotions fester inside me before settling down and coming to streamline. The morning faded into the night-time and I had noticed Sam's laptop open and a tab closed down. Sitting next to his laptop a stack of papers, notes upon notes of demonology.  

I skimmed through them, not thinking much of it until I saw he'd written a sentence. how to become a demon with an anti-possession tattoo? Why was he so invested in this? I thought he was keeping hunting to a minimum with his shoulder. at least that's what he told me. I tried opening the window but of course it was password protected. with a tiny security question to answer.  

Circles infinity expecting differently. I mulled it over for a little while before cracking it. Insanity! Circles being a cycle, for infinity so repeating the same actions over and over expecting a different outcome. It's the famous saying from Einstein, and the definition of insanity. You'd think Sam would have thought of something more difficult? 

The file was titled, 'Gas-n-sip footage DD'. That's weird. maybe he's stumped on a case? since I cracked his riddle, I can help him with this. I clicked on the file and view the video. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, just some guy looking over the magazines on one isle. almost all Gas-n-sips are the same, so seeing this brought back memories of before the Mill. Crazy to think how much my life has changed since then.  

another man came on the screen and caught my attention. He had bowed out legs and dressed a bit plainly, with a cap on. The taller man suddenly attacked the other one and threw him into the shelf, for no reason. He looked right at the camera and I froze in place. I'd know that face anywhere. it was Dean, in the flesh. No can't be, has to be a shifter or something, right? for a second his eyes flashed, pure black like they'd been covered in soot. and then returned to normal. I closed the laptop horrified, appalled, excited, elated, terrified for Dean, and then livid. I took Sam's laptop and ran to his room where he was sleeping.  

I threw it purposely on his shoulder making him wake from the pain. I mounted him and pounded on his chest. "How long? How long did you know?! You told me he was DEAD! He's alive! Breathing. Walking. and a black eyed fool!" by the end I put my forehead to his, headbutting. I shouldn't have done it because it hurt like hell.  

I dismounted him, falling to the floor with a thud. He got up from bed, sitting with me on the floor.  

"I haven't known for long, only a few days. I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how. I'm afraid of losing you. I thought, if you knew, you'd go running back to him and leave me. Everyone leaves. Go! Go see what he's become!" he said his mood changing mid-speech. 

I grabbed his face in both my palms, surprising him with my actions. I kissed his forehead, the way he did to me. "I can't leave you. I won't. Mates for life. That goes for dean too. I'll be back. I need to go rescue my Galahad Sam. Can you do me a favor, and don't follow me? Watch over Roslyn, please. If something goes wrong, I have you on speed dial." I had a mission now, a purpose.  

Sam closed his eyes savoring my touch and thinking through my promise.  

"Come back in one piece." he demanded from me. "Always." I answered my new lover, before giving him a kiss tasting his pine. I gathered my things quickly, packing a demon knife and all the love and courage I could muster within me. I took one of the random working vehicles from the garage and drove to the Black Spurs bar pulling in to the a parking spot and turning off the engine. I exhaled, Zeus give me strength, resting my forehead against the steering wheel. Here goes nothing. I exited the vehicle and locked it, keeping aware of my surroundings. I'm walking into a demon bar, where there are guaranteed to be Alphas of some kind.  

Demons are not below rape, if anything they are encouraged by it. I'm still in my heat cycle so the fact that I'm still standing in this musky cesspool is a miracle. Maybe Sam's claim helped me out with that? I swung the door open, my only goal being to find Dean. The music stopped every pair of eyes on me and my Omega body. the music returned and some of the Alphas nearby were calling for me. 

"Come over here, 'mega, wanna ride this pony, cowgirl?" the first alpha whistled. 

"Got a fat knot, waiting for ya, Darling!" One fisted his clothed dick in my direction. I gave him the bird, not exactly intimidating considering my tiny fingers. 

"We can fuck that cunt, two for one discount, Baby-gal. Awhoooooo." Another mock-howled banging on the chest of his buddy. 

I didn't acknowledge them at all. instead payed attention to Dean, seeing his back turned to me. he had a red shirt on and jeans, boots. His hair grown out a little and combed over semi-neatly. I could smell the liquor that emanated from him as I closed the space between us.  he was sucking face with a blonde. I crossed my arms and dragged my tongue across my canine. 

"Didn't know they made Barbie the black-eyed-bitch edition. Must be new." that got her attention. She broke the kiss, get your filthy lips off my man. Dean laughed, entertained by my insult. I let my eyes pierce into his, wanting  to peer into his soul, if there was one left. 

"Why don't you get your own knot, you reek of sex, Omega slut." I wasn't going to show weakness, especially not here. plus the fact that I was already vexed. I took the demon blade out of my black suit jacket, pinned her hand to the table and impaled it to the wood, making her scream. for good measure I made sure she would need plastic surgery to fix that up-turned nose of hers. Feeling it break underneath my knuckles.  

Dean was smiling from ear to ear, revealing his perfect rows of teeth. He whistled after taking another shot of liquor.  

"You, me- need to fuck. Right now. You make me all tingly when you take control like that, M." just hearing his voice again, made me so happy but I knew the fact that him being here for all this time and not in the Bunker meant something was astray. He rose from his seat. I couldn't tell if the whiskey scent was coming from his body or the exuberant amount of alcohol he'd been consuming. His hand took mine and led me out of the bar, I needed his touch so much. What have they done to you, Love?  

He took me across the street to a dingy looking motel. He took me into his arms, bridal style. Shifting his weight to one foot, he kicked the door in. He set me down on the bed and topped me. Taking the collar of my jacket into his hands dragging me up to meet his lips I could taste the poison on his lips, still lingering. I couldn't help but moan into him. I had missed him for so long and that made a deadly combo with my heat being active at the moment. He was rougher than usual, like he'd lost his inhibitions.  

"That's what I like to hear." His hands stroked down the fabric of my jacket, reaching the juncture of the button that connected the two sides, and jerked ripping the button off. I wasn't going to let my heat distract me from why I came here. he took my heels off along with his reddish-rusty colored jacket and black shirt. he unzipped my jeans with his teeth, growling at the scent of my slick beneath them. 

"Dean, we need to talk." I said. He undid the metal button of my jeans and licked at my clothed slit, making me moan again. He descended and hopped off the bed taking the bottom of my jeans and tugging them off my legs. He cast off his boots and yanked his pants down enough to where his length fell out, slapping firm against the base of his stomach.  

"Sure, let the skin do the talkin', Baby." He said in a lustful tone, returning to the bed. The abused springs creaking under our combined weight. I was already slick as all Hell. So he wouldn't need to prep me or anything. Before that plane could come in for a landing, I needed to get my point across before I wasn't able to talk. he started to remove my silky pink underwear. I need to say it now. 

"Dean! You died. and came back, why not come home? Do you miss me at all? Or Ros?" He had begun working on eating me out, taking in my slick with an aggressive appetite. I felt waves of heat wash over me. Fucking Cerberus in a handbasket! I couldn't lose track of my objective. I stared at him through the valley of my breasts, needing his answer, before I couldn't make conscious thought. 

He was staring back at me, his tongue scraping at my walls. His eyes were filled with rut and then turned as black as coal in a millisecond. My chest heaved and my heart was drumming in my body, pumping my heat through me. Out of my core, down through my thighs and into my toes, making them curl. I was close to cumming, feeling my heat searing into my cheeks. He still had enough Dean in him to tease me, like old times and didn't give me a chance to release. he licked my slick off his lips and stalked further up to me.  

He looked at me like prey. His eyes still blackened. He swallowed, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.  

" 'Course I do. What I can't take a vacation? Oh, am I scaring you sweetheart? Want the green ones back? Personally I prefer these. Think they look better on me." He answered. I was about to open my mouth when. His bullshit reply made me angry I took his throat in my grip, my claws scraping with his skin.   

"I'm not afraid, I'm sad. This isn't you. Death is no holiday, it's finite! I felt your claim sever!!" I let my feeling spill out. He cackled against my grip. His eyes returning to the shade of green that I adored and knew so well.  

"Welcome to the Dark-side, death is only a new beginning, Maia." His brows furrowed for a second. Laughing again but it sounded more like a scoff. He grabbed at my neck with one hand to pull me up to him so he could take my jacket off. He threw it, landing on a lampshade, darkening the room a bit. He set my neck down, and put his lips next to my right ear. His hand stroked at Sam's claim.  

"Somebody's getting on the naughty list this year. You think I couldn't smell him on you? Taste him inside you? It's pretty sad really. He gave you a pity fucking. And This ain't no pity fuck." he  said making his eyes return to black. He plunged himself into me, making gasp after gasp escape me. His fangs extended and tore into the left side of my neck. His Whiskey coursed throughout my entire body, spreading from cell to microscopic cell. The claiming hurt but it felt exhilarating at the same time. My veins were filled with Pine and Whiskey melting into my own strawberry scent. A potent triquetra. Throughout the sex, I felt something burn into my wrist. I stared at it and watched dark lines, as if someone was giving me a tattoo, form a symbol I had never seen before. I noticed the same thing sting itself into dean's wrist. on the same spot. 

Dean knotted himself into me more times than I could count. He fucked me senseless, ultimately and literally reclaiming what was rightfully his. At some point I had passed out. I woke up to find Dean snoring next to me. My eyes welled up but I couldn't let myself cry. I got up from the motel bed and collected my things and left. I forgot that I drove here, unable to focus on anything but what had just happened.  

I limped down the highway, the night and moon still high in her resting place among the stars.  Dean screwed me so hard it made walking a challenge. I don't remember how long I walked down the desolate road, casting my feet between the two yellow lines. I felt more numb than I had ever been. My mission had failed and I don't know how to fix Dean. I'm back at square one. I flopped down on to the cold blacktop staring into the dark abyss, a halo of white light ringed around the full moon. I closed my eyes, waiting for a car to come and crush me under its tires. I felt so used. I hate what heat makes me, lets me accept. my phone rang multiple times but I ignored it.  

I watched the moon creep across Nyx's cloak. Until bright lights made me wince and screeching tires skidded to a halt, stopping in the knick of time. A heavy door opened and closed. Boots running heavy across the asphalt. a warm hand caressing my cheek. Pine filling my nostrils and lungs.  

"Maia?! What happ-" he stopped mid-sentence, his glossy hazel eyes noticing two claims, one for each side. I lost it, tears searing stains into my cheeks. "Take me home, Sam, please." I begged. that was the one thing I was good for, begging. I begged for love. I begged for happiness. I begged for knots. Sam got me into the passenger seat ignoring the pain in his shoulder as he rose me from the ground. I kept staring at the moon on the way to the Bunker.  

Alphas, Omegas- such an overrated shit-show. 

End chapter 11. Start Arc B of series. 

Quote: 

"And I've moved further than I thought I could  But I missed you more than I thought I would  And I'll use you as a warning sign  That if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind 

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be  Right in front of me  Talk some sense to me" 

-'I found,'-Amber Run 

Quote: 

"The sweetest submission  Drinking it in  The wine, the women, the bedroom hymns" 

-'Bedroom Hymns,'-Florence + the Machine 

[xoxo-teddybear]

Hi! Um I was wondering if you could write a Domestic Bakugou where they were doing the do and the kid( I forgot his name wtf-😭) caught them? And then Like the next day at school my boy boy is doing it do other girls in his class- NOT LIKE IN A SEXUAL WAY👴🏽🤏🏽🕶 like when they got caught bakugo would say” I’m just protecting your mom from my villains” or sum shit💀✋🏽 So now he is like trying protect his friends 😭Just wondering😁

Ima crack writer so HERE WE GO!!😎

Do As I Say, Not As I Do

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Crack, smexy times, cursing, domestic

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“S-Slow down Suki!”

Your husband pounded into you at an alarming pace. Katsuki came home from work feeling a little frisky and so when their beloved son, Katsuo, was fast asleep, the couple decided to get it on. It was around four in the morning and you two had been going at it for an hour, already 3 orgasms in.

Your bodies were covered underneath the blanket as Bakugou rammed into you. His large arms held your torso close as your own wrapped around his neck. His aching member slipped in and out of you, head just kissing your cervix, as his heavy balls smacked against the swell of your ass. The sound in the room was terribly loud. The way your skin smacked against one another and your moans created a rough melody of sex. Thankfully, you lived in a rather large home and your son’s room was far, far away. Good thing he was a deep sleeper too.

“What’s wrong princess? Can’t handle it?” Katsuki teased with his hot breath against your neck. At your every cry to go slower (in fear of awakening your son) Katsuki sped up his rhythm.

“F-Fuck!” You screamed. Katsuki rose above you and captured your neck in his hand. He stayed close to you as his free hand went to your hip and brought you close to him while he slammed into you. The fast movements caused the bed frame to bang against the wall as Katsuki moaned into your ear.

“S-Shit baby! Oh fuck, you feel so good. So perfect wrapped around my cock.” He groaned in your ear. The immense pleasure and husky voice had your back arching, giving your husband the chance to wrap his arm under you and flip you both over. You tried to keep the blanket covering you both as you bounced up and down his dick, but failed as the fabric traveled down to only cover your lower ass.

As you bounced, Katsuki continued to thrust up into you. His hands held onto your ass and gave it a smack from time to time. “K-Katsuki! I’m gonna cum! Please! Mm, yes! Don’t stop!”

At the sound of your voice, Katsuki’s hands went straight to your clit and ferociously rubbed at it. His actions had you throwing your head back and your pussy clenching around him. Katsuki noticeably jumped a bit when you began to tighten around his cock.

“Oh baby! God you’re squeezing me so damn tight.” He said as he kissed your chest. “F-Fuck, gonna make me put another brat inside ya. You want that? Wanna be full of my seed? Give me another one, yeah?”

You nodded your head as your eyes filled with tears due to all the pleasure. His grip on your waist grew tighter as your legs began to shake. The sound of skin slapping sped up as you and Bakugou drew closer and closer to your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He screamed as you moaned loudly. You both came at the same time and to silence the both of you, Katsuki pulled you in for a kiss. You both moaned into it as your hips grinded on his dick. His hand squeezed at your ass again before giving it another smack and then soothing the stinging sensation with soft rubs.

You kiss would’ve continued had it not been for a sweet little voice coming from the doorway. “Dad?”

At the sound, Katsuki instantly jumped and flipped you both over again, covering your bodies with the large sheet. He layed atop of you while you looked away from your son. The blanket covered you both, leaving nothing but your heads exposed. “Katsuo! Hi son, what’re you..Uh what’re you doing up?”

“What’re you guys doing?” Your son asked with his doe eyes he inherited from you. Katsuki’s member throbbed from inside you and he grunted at the feeling.

“Umm...I was just- just...protecting Mom from villains!” You gawked at your husband for his idiotic response. Out of everything he could’ve said, he said that?!

“Cool! I wanna help!” Your son said starry eyed but when he took a step to come closer, Katsuki screamed out.

“N-No! Uh- no, it’s okay bud. She’s fine. Okay? Uh..please go back to your room and go back to sleep. Okay? Yes? Please?” Katsuki asked with a hurried voice. Your son only smiled and nodded before running back to his room.

You both visibly became less tensed as the two of you released relieved sighs. You turned your head to your husband who remained inside of you and slanted your eyes at him when he gave you a cheeky smile. “We sure got outta that one, huh?”

“Get the hell off of me Katsuki!” You said, pushing his face away from you. The shove caused Katsuki’s member to slip out of you and you gasped at the loss. Katsuki smirked down at you and you only grunted at him. “Really? Protecting me from villains? that’s the best that you could come up with?!”

“Well what was I supposed to say?!” He screamed.

“Uh, I DONT KNOW! Maybe, ‘Oh, Mommy’s just cold. Oh, we’re not doing anything son. Oh, THIS IS JUST A FUCKING DREAM!!’ I mean, c’mon Katsuki!” You said.

“Would you have rather had me tell him I was stuffing your pretty pussy?” He asked with a smirk. You rewarded him with a smack to his chest and a pointed finger.

“I don’t need your sarcasm.”

Katsuki only backed up a bit to see the wrecked sight of you and noticed the white cream leaking out of you and onto the bed. “Heh, what you need is for daddy to fill you up one more time.”

“Yeah right, your horny ass just wants to cum again.” You said with sass.

“Yeah, guess what? You’re right, so help me satisfy myself. Besides, you got to cum four times while I’m sitting at two,” he said while peppering your face in kisses from above. “At least let me have one more, baby.”

You smirked and this time it was you that flipped each other over. Katsuki sat up while you sat on his groin. “I’ll help you in another way, Daddy.”

You kissed his lips for a few seconds before moving south to go down on him. It has been awhile since you’ve tasted your husband so this should definitely excite him. Katsuki was definitely shocked but couldn’t stop the huge smile growing on his face. He watched you swallow his member and when you hummed with his cock sitting in your throat, he threw his head back.

“Fuck yes Princess.” His hand found way into your hair as he helped you bob your head up and down. Katsuki was in for a long, long morning.

—

Speaking of mornings, Katsuo was going to be having an exciting one. He had a morning play date with Kirishima’s son and the twin Todoroki sisters.

Akio, Kirishima’s son, came by early and so you were happy to see the two boys getting along so well, just like their fathers. With the exception of Katsuo being much more nicer than Katsuki of course. When you opened the door to greet your best friend, Momo, and her two daughters, you assured the girls that they’d have a fun time.

The twins ran in after greeting you and giving you a hug which left you a few minutes to speak to Momo before she left. You walked to the glass door that gave view of the kids in the backyard and noticed how Homura (the twin with red hair) had gone to play with Akio while Yukine (the twin with white hair) had been drawn to Katsuo.

You always noticed the little blush on your son’s face whenever Yukine came around. You thought his little crush on the icy-calm girl was absolutely adorable. “Kids!”

The little 5 year olds turned their heads to see you calling for them.

“Come inside, the movie’s almost on!” Seeing their faces perk up at the sound of the children’s movie, you giggled and motioned for them to come in. They all happily followed you and got comfy on the large couch. You placed a few snacks on the table for them before turning the T.V on. “Alright Katsuo. You’re the oldest and Mommy has some training to do. Daddy’s upstairs working if you need anything but if you’re all set, can I trust you to keep everything steady in here?”

“I promise Mom!” Your young boy joyously said. You gave him a warm smile before pecking his cheek and walking to the master bedroom to change. You walked in to find your husband on his laptop finishing his reports on the bed.

You walked to your dresser and pulled out a bathing suit. This caught your husband’s attention and had him smirking in the corner. “If you put that on, I’m assuming that’s an invitation for me to rail you~”

You giggled at his wording before walking to him and giving him a quick peck. “It’s for training dummy. I’m gonna head downstairs to the pool and workout with my water bending.”

Katsuki still held his smirk as he pushed away his laptop and pulled you into his lap. You were a bit jumpy but nonetheless settled while straddling his lap. “I have another idea for a workout and if you’re wondering, it does involve bending.”

He pulled you in for a few sweet kisses before you hovered your lips above his own to speak. You smiled as you placed your hands on his chest to keep the horn dog at bay. “What is with you recently? First it’s you coming home to fuck me stupid and now it’s getting riled up from me just holding a bikini.”

“Can you blame me? I married the most beautiful woman in the world, so please believe I’m gonna take full advantage of that.” He replied. You chuckled a bit before he pulled you in for more kisses and a little heated make out session. Your tongues came in contact and began tangling as he took you by your ass and had you grind down on him.

“Mm..Suki, stop,” you said with a laugh as you pulled away. “Seriously, there’s kids downstairs and we definitely don’t want a repeat of what happened last night with our own.”

Bakugou just huffed and groaned while slumping in his spot. You knew he wasn’t mad because as you got off of him and walked the the bedroom door, you looked back at him to see him smiling at you with eyes that carried all the love in the world. You smiled back before walking downstairs.

As you walked down the hall, you hummed a little happy tune to yourself. You love your little family so much. Your beloved husband and your precious son meant the world to you. Nothing could ruin your mood. At least, that’s what you thought before a loud smack interrupted your humming. Your head snapped to the sound and you immediately ran to the living room to check up on the kids.

—

“Are you sure you’re doing it right, Katsuo?” Yukine’s sweet voice said.

“Yeah, yeah. I think my Dad went like..this? *SMACK*” Yukine released a little yelp at the hit and that was when you caught sight of everything.

“Uh, guys?” You asked while walking into the scene. “Is everything alright in- AHHHH!”

You walked in to find Homura and Akio in the kitchen putting plates away and your son and Yukine on the couch. What made you scream was the fact that Yukine was straddling your son’s lap and you just witnessed Katsuo smack her behind. You immediately ran to the two and picked Yukine up while putting her on the couch and dragging your son by the ear up to your room while constantly saying “No, no, no, no, no, no, no...”

—

Katsuki was continuing his work after you left but after just a few minutes, you came back in constantly saying “no” as you dragged your son in by his tiny ear.

“No, no, no, no, nope! No! NO!” You said and tugged Katsuo in by the ear and shut the door. “Katsuo? Sweetie? What was that all about?”

“Woah, hey, what’s going on?” Katsuki asked, shutting his laptop and getting up from the bed. “Katsuo what’d you do?”

“Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Mom just came in and started yelling.” Your son said in defense. Your husband looked to you in confusion but you sighed before whispering to him.

“Katsuki, I walked into the living room and Yukine was straddling Katsuo while he grabbed and smacked her ass!” You whisper-yelled. Katsuki’s eyes popped and his head snapped towards his son. On the inside, he wanted to laugh because damn his son was a playaaaaa but unfortunately he had to be a professional parent right now.

Katsuki walked to his son and crouched to his level. “Uh, Katsuo? Why did you smack Yukine? And why was she sitting on you?”

“I was doing what you did.” Katsuo simply said. Katsuki tilted his head in confusion with pointed brows as he pressed for more explanations.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I was protecting Yukine from villains cuz I wanna be a hero, just like you Dad!” Your son said with his adorable smile. “Just like how you were protecting Mom last night!”

Katsuki visibly got choked up at the last sentence and his mouth formed an “o” as he slowly turned to look up at you. He was still crouching as he stared up at your angry form that held eyes of fury and crossed arms. You looked towards your husband with a raised brow and he began to sweat a little with a nervous laugh leaving his mouth.

“Um, okay son. You had good intentions which is great but..you see..uhhhh....Y/N?” Katsuki asked for help as he turned towards you. You sighed and dropped your head as you walked to the two and dropped down to your son’s level.

“Katsuo, the way your dad was..protecting me last night is only for adults. Not for little angels like you. So please don’t do it again, okay?” You said while holding his little hands.

“Am I in trouble Mom?” Your son asked with a small pout.

“Of course not sweetie. Your dad was right, you had good intentions. Just- please don’t do it again my love.” You said with a wavering smile. Katsuo smile and nodded before asking another question.

“Can I do it when I’m older?” He asked with his pure child innocence. You froze up a bit and Katsuki laughed a little bit you turned to him and smacked his arm to get him to shut up.

“Uh- we’ll have that talk later, bud. For now just, please don’t do it. Okay? From now on, do as I say and not as I do.” Katsuki said and Katsuo listened. He nodded his head and you released a relived sigh before standing up and glaring at your husband. You dragged him by his arm to a corner and pointed a finger into his chest.

“The next time some B.S like this happens again, you won’t have to worry about protecting me from villains for a month. Am I clear, Katsuki?” You said with slanted eyes. Your husband had a quivering smile as he looked at you in very slight fear.

“Crystal.” He replied. You walked out the room to go and check on the kids leaving the boys in the room by themselves. Once your were a good distance away, Katsuki walked over to his son and looked down at him. Katsuki looked to each side of the room before looking back at your son and speaking. “Did Yukine make a noise when you hit her?”

Katsuo nodded and Katsuki smiled down at his boy before ruffling his head and pushing him to the bedroom exit. Katsuo understood and opened the door to go back downstairs as he laughed at his father’s rough but loving treatment. As Katsuki watched his son from the bed he couldn’t help but whisper a little. “That’s my boy. So proud.”

“What?” Katsuo asked as he thought he heard his father say something. Katsuki looked everywhere in the room except at the tiny child at the door.

“Huh? What? Hm? Ah, no, no. Nothing. Uh-...go back downstairs.” He said and Katsuo nodded before exiting. Katsuki layed back down on the bed with his arms behind his head as he smiled contently at the ceiling. “*sigh* Yeah, that’s definitely my son.”

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Story/Headcanon idea: Mand’alore Din Djarin and Queen Cara Dune welcome daughter #2.

“Daddy!  Daddy!”  “Da!  Da!”

Din opened his arms as his son and daughter ran into them, scooping them up and hugging them tight.  Grogu’s soft white fuzz and Alanne’s long brown locks tickled his face.  “Hey, how are you two?  How was school today?”

Grogu signed Good, walked in flowers, and Alanne said, “We went to the park today and saw Mommy’s flowers from her Alderaan.”

“The children enjoyed the field trip.  Afterward we returned home and had a snack; the Queen still felt ill so I have been playing with them,” said their nanny.

“Thank you,” Din said.  “Can you watch them a little longer so I can talk to Cara?”

Grogu help Mama? Grogu signed, his little brow creased in worry.

Din kissed his head.  “It’s not that kind of sick, buddy.  But if she asks I’ll bring you in right away.”

“I want to see Mommy,” Alanne said.  “She’s been sleeping all day!”

“She needs rest if she’s not feeling well,” Din said, kissing her head too.  It took a lot to bring Cara down; the fact that she’d stayed in bed on her own the last twenty-four hours meant that he’d asked a medical droid to come look at her while he was taking care of the royal duties he couldn’t push aside.  “You two go play.  I need to check on your buir.”

They whined as he set them down but then ran off to play, their nanny trailing after them.  Din went into the bedroom; the lights were dimmed but Cara was definitely still curled up in their bed.  He set his helmet aside and walked over to sit beside her, pushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead to test and see if she was awake.  “Cyare?”

Cara opened one eye blearily.  “Hey,” she croaked.

“Stars, you sound awful.  Did the medical droid come by?  What did it say?”

“Hyperemesis gravidarum, apparently,” Cara said.  “Severe morning sickness.  That’s why I’ve been throwing up everything I eat.”

“You poor thing,” Din said sympathetically.  “Is there anything that sounds good?  I’ll call the cook droid right now for you.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him, as if waiting for something.

“What?  Did the droid tell you to eat something specific?”

Cara smiled finally, reaching up to pat his cheek.  “You’re lucky you have your looks, mesh’la.”

“Cara…”  He kissed her hand, trying to figure out what she was waiting for.  Hyperemesis gravidarum… morning sickness…  wait.  “Morning sickness?!  You - are you really?!”

“Yeah,” Cara said, smiling broadly.  “You knocked me up again, asshole.”

He leaned down to embrace her, careful to be gentle.  “I’m not sorry.  Well, I am sorry you’re so sick.  Is there anything I can do?”

“Yeah, better birth control.  If I have to do this again I’m chopping your dick off.”

Din laughed and kissed her cheek.  “Now, let’s not go to extremes.  You know it exists only to serve you, my queen.”

She giggled, pressing her face into his neck with a sigh.  “The medical droid says it will hopefully get better in a few weeks.”

Din adjusted himself to hold her, stroking her hair.  “You’ll have anything you need, I promise.”

She tugged him down next to her, curling up in his arms.  “Right now I need you.”

“You always have me,” Din said softly, holding her close.

-

With Cara sick and staying in their quarters, they figured it would be easier to delay the announcement this time and keep it in the family a bit longer.

So of course Grogu ended that plan again.

“Daddy!  Grogu says Mommy is having a baby!” Alanne shouted down the hall, in between dozens of Mandalorians and the council filing out of the meeting room with Din.

Din stared at his daughter, his son smiling smugly in his favorite perch, a specially-made backpack Alanne liked to carry him in.  “Um, Alanne?  What do you mean…?”

Baby in Mama’s tummy, Grogu signed, in sight of everyone now staring at them in the wide, well-lit hallway.

“The Force told him so it’s true,” Alanne said confidently.  “He said it feels just like when I was in Mommy’s tummy.  He knows there’s a baby in there.  That’s why she’s sick.  The baby is giving her a tummyache.”

Din looked around.  Everyone was now staring at him and his children.  Alanne was beaming up at him.  “I’m gonna be a big sister, Daddy?”

There was nothing for it.  “Yes, yes you are.”

“Yay!”  Alanne jumped up and down with excitement, Grogu squealing happily, and Din scooped them up and hugged them before telling all the Mandalorians blatantly waiting for him to address them, “We wanted to wait until she was feeling better… but yes, the Queen and I will be having another child.”

Paz congratulated him first, clapping him on the shoulder before pulling Alanne and Grogu into his arms for a big hug, to their delight.  The rest of the council congratulated him, the Armorer warmly telling him she would update the pram she made when Alanne was born; even the people in the hallway all lined up to give him their best wishes.  Neither he nor Cara liked broadcasting their private life like this, but he had to admit the well-wishers warmed his heart.

-

“Are you sure you don’t need to sit down?”

“You know where I’m gonna ram that Darksaber if you fuss one more time?”

Din suppressed a giggle and kissed his wife’s cheek.  “Sorry, cyare.”

Cara rolled her eyes a bit but her face softened.  “I do feel a lot better, I promise.  Haven’t thrown up a thing in three weeks.  And -”  She pulled his hand to rest it on her belly, now noticeably curved.  “Do you feel that?”

The faint nudge against his hand was barely more than a flicker, but Din smiled broadly.  “That was them?”

“Yup.  They’re up and kicking now.”

“Just like their mother,” Din said, kissing her.

He felt Cara smile against his lips.  “We need to be thinking of a name.”

“I have an idea… if it’s another girl, maybe my mother’s name this time?” Din suggested.  “Or my father, for a boy.”

“If it’s a boy, I was thinking my brother’s name,” Cara said.  “But I know how to settle this.”

He raised his eyebrows but she was already tugging him along the garden path to a small alcove, sitting him down at the little table and sitting opposite him before resting her elbow on the table and offering her hand.  “Let’s finish our little contest once and for all.  Grogu can’t interfere this time.  Winner names the baby.”

Din stared.  “You’re pregnant, Cara.”

“Yeah, so me being on bed rest and off my regular exercise routine will make it more even, and you can feel better about it when I still kick your ass,” Cara said with a grin.  “The baby isn’t growing in my bicep, Din.  Or are you chicken?”

He huffed.  “Playground insults.  How mature.”

Cara made chicken noises at him, and looked far too smug when he finally placed his hand in hers.  “Three, two, one, go,” she said, and immediately he felt the satisfying feeling of her muscles straining against his.

She was right - even out of the peak form she liked to keep herself in, Cara was still a match for him.  He tried to push her down but she resisted, as much as he did when she tried to overpower him.  Their hands wavered, neither giving in to the other, until -

There was a sudden rustling of plants being disturbed and Din leapt to his feet, standing in front of Cara, Darksaber hilt in his hand, and then a blurrg burst out of the brush with Grogu happily perched on his back.

New friend, he signed cheerfully.  I name him Kuiil.  He not like the zoo.

Din and Cara looked at each other, and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

-

“Mommy?  Are you feeling sick again?”

Cara sat up, not without some difficulty, now that her stomach was roughly the size of a thranta egg and felt just as heavy.  “I’m just tired, sweetie.  Just taking a nap.”

Alanne climbed into bed beside her, brown hair rumpled and falling out of its braids and jam smeared on her cheek.  “I brought this for you,” she said, handing over a tart.  “Miss Seyar taught me to make them and I made this one.”

“I think you ate some too,” Cara said, using her nightshirt to wipe the pink splotch on Alanne’s cheek and making her giggle.

“I did,” Alanne said.  “But Grogu ate more!  He has a tummyache and Daddy took him to get some medicine.”

“Grogu does love his sweets,” said Cara with a chuckle.  She took a bite, even though her stomach had gotten very picky again lately.  “Mmm, this is so good, Alanne.”

“It doesn’t hurt your tummy?” Alanne asked, watching her closely.  She was just as observant as her brother, and even when she wasn’t, Grogu told her everything he sensed in the Force.  They both had noticed how often Cara felt ill.

“No, it’s making it feel better,” she assured her daughter with a smile before pulling her into a hug.  “Thank you, Alanne.”

Alanne looked pleased but then sighed.  “I miss sitting in your lap, Mommy.”

“I know you do.  In a few weeks the baby will come and then you can sit in my lap again.”

“With my brother and the baby,” Alanne said with another sigh.

Cara hugged her again and kissed her head, that soft brown hair so like Din as much as the sighs were.  “Sometimes.  I’ll make sure you get your own turn, I promise.”

Alanne smiled and hugged her, and Cara held her tight.

-

There was no sleeping with Cara tossing and turning like a blurrg trying to kick its rider off.  She had to be very uncomfortable, Din reminded himself when he thought about going to the couch.  Her belly was huge even though he was careful to only mention that in delicate terms, her back ached, her ankles hurt, and all of that conspired to make her temper shorter than ever and lack of sleep wouldn’t help that.  He stayed on his side of the bed for now, knowing that another turn of her mood and she would probably want to be soothed and cuddled.

He was dozing when he felt her shift closer, automatically moving an arm to accommodate her, but instead she shook his shoulder.  “Din.  I think it’s time.”

That woke him right up, scrambling to comm the nanny to stay with the children and help Cara sit up and grabbing anything they might need and shoving it into a bag before offering his arm and helping Cara stand.  She didn’t even snark on him for acting like she couldn’t walk, quietly holding her belly with her free hand instead, so Din definitely believed she was having contractions.

The nanny was there by the time they reached the door; Din thanked her for getting up in the middle of the night and reminded her they’d already talked to the children about them waking up and their parents maybe being in the medbay before escorting Cara to that part of the palace.

“Are they bad yet?  How far apart?”

“Early enough but they’re sure fucking noticeable,” Cara grumbled, gasping and pausing at another one.  Din waited, letting her lean on him and rubbing her back.  He was excited for the new baby but still hated seeing her in pain.

“If I have to look at that long face the whole time I’m gonna need you to go back and grab the helmet,” Cara said before shuffling along down the hall.

He kept pace, leaning forward to peck her cheek.  “What kind of face would you prefer?”

“No puppy eyes.  It is completely off the table for you to make me feel guilty for having labor pains,” Cara said with a chuckle.  Din made some of the silly faces he usually reserved for the kids, and had her laughing by the time they got to her private room in the medbay.

Din helped her settle in, soothing her as she was poked and prodded and scanned to confirm she was in labor and helping her change into a simple shift once the matter was settled.  She sat on the edge of her bed, grumbling, so Din sat behind her and started braiding her hair.

“What did Alanne put you up to now?”

“She’s been wanting fancier things, so I’ve been looking up some Alderaanian styles,” Din said; between the two of them he had more patience for a four-year-old who loved having pretty hair but rarely had the attention span for the time it required to have it done.  That, and sometimes Cara still found herself unexpectedly triggered by Alderannian things and Alanne was too young to understand it.  Din found himself in charge of their daughter’s hair more often, and had used Cara’s hair as practice multiple times before.  “If we have another girl, maybe I should open a salon.”

“Get your hair done by the Mand’alor.  Bo-Katan would shit a brick,” snorted Cara.

“That alone might make it worth it.”

He knew more about what to expect this time, and was able to settle into his duties as husband and Cara’s caretaker.  He soothed and distracted her from the pain of contractions as needed, helped her walk around the room or change sitting positions, rubbed her back, brought her ice chips, or just held her hand.

“This one better not take as long as Alanne did,” Cara grumbled, getting up to pace the room again.

Din leaned down at her belly.  “Hear that?  It’s been five hours, you better come out in the next thirteen or you’ll be in trouble.”

Cara groaned.  “Preferably way less.”

He took her hand, slowly walking with her.  “Last chance to decide on a name.”

“I tried to decide, you’re just a farshka who’s too chicken to arm wrestle me.”

Din rolled his eyes.  “I’m not arm wrestling you while you’re in labor.”

“Yeah, it’d be too even.”  Cara laughed, then huffed and paused, holding her belly.  “Dank farrik, that’s a strong one.”

Din rubbed her back, letting her lean on him and kissing her forehead.  When she stood and started pacing again, he said, “I still like the idea of using my mother’s name.  Since we named Alanne after yours.”

“Yeah…”  Cara sighed softly.  “Doing this… it just makes me miss her.  Makes me think of all she did for me.”

“I know.  Me too.”  Alanne devoured books given the chance; he remembered stacks of them in his own house as a child, big ones full of words that were for grown-ups.  What had his mother liked to read about?  He couldn’t even remember.

Cara suddenly whined loudly, interrupting his thoughts as her hand locked onto his arm and she doubled over.  “Cara?” he asked.  “Is it a bad one?  Breathe, okay?”

She groaned and leaned into him; he held her, confused by her sudden reaction - until he saw the red stain spreading rapidly on her shift.

The midwife currently attending them noticed at the same time, shouting into the comm for everyone available to come to the Queen immediately.  Din scooped Cara up, laying her on the bed, bile rising in his throat as he saw how much the blood was already spreading.

“Din,” Cara said weakly, clutching at his hand.

“I’m here,” he reassured her, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

In a moment more midwives and multiple medical droids were pouring into the room, shoving him aside unceremoniously.  He let them even though it went against every instinct, feeling Cara’s fingers slip out of his, backing up all the way to the wall as they surrounded her and got to work.

“Mand’alor, you should wait outside,” a medic instructed him.

He knew he had the power to refuse, but he wouldn’t make any of them waste time on him when he would only be in the way anyway.  He was no medic, so he slipped out as another midwife dashed into the room.  An assistant brought him a chair to sit in and he sank down into it, barely aware of anything but the muffled talking from inside Cara’s room, too indistinct to make out a word.

He felt so cold and realized his hands were shaking; he pressed them to his eyes but all he could see was the red blood, Cara’s confused look, and then his own parents’ faces as they shut that door and Aq Vetina burned around them, flames rising on Concordia as he and the others were packed into transports to escape the burning of Mandalore…  He’d lost so much already, but not Cara, not her too, not our baby, please…

Din took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.  It’d been hours and the children might be awake by now and if Grogu sensed his distress, no force on Mandalore would stop him from trying to get to him or Cara, and he would definitely include Alanne in whatever he got up to.

Din tried to control his thoughts, tried to think of anything else.  What was that Alderaanian rhyme Cara had been teaching the kids?  Five little nerf calves running on a hill?  He tried to recite it but all he could see was her, laughing at the rhyme then sobering as she told him how her mother would teach it to her and her brother and how she missed them both so much.  Alanne had asked about her grandmother then.  Din couldn’t bear the thought of her having to ask about memories of her mother, too.  He tried Jedi meditation next; Grogu had taught him because he wanted Din to do it with him, but Din found he was terrible at it.  He couldn’t sense and be comforted by the living Force the way Grogu could; he knew he’d only reach out for Cara anyway, to see if there was any change, to see if he could help her.  He’d give her his own life if he could, but this wasn’t a battle where he could provide reinforcements like all the others they’d been in.

I won’t leave you, she’d said on Nevarro.  He knew he was more useful out of the way.  He didn’t have the skills to deliver a baby, or save her from bleeding out.  But the guilt still gnawed at him.  The last thing she’d said was his name; she didn’t think he’d abandoned her, had she?

“Mand’alor,” said a voice, and Din almost jumped a mile as he was ripped out of his terrible thoughts.  He looked up and one of the nurses was there, a bundle in her arms with a reddened newborn face peeking out.

“It’s a girl,” said the nurse, smiling.  “Mandalore has a new princess.”

His new daughter squirmed and her face scrunched before letting out a mighty wail.  “She’s perfectly healthy,” the nurse said.

Din nodded, hardly able to speak, but his rush of joy over his daughter was heavily tempered.  “What about Cara?”

“They’re trying to stabilize her,” the nurse said.  “The Queen… she lost a lot of blood.”

“But she’ll be all right?” Din asked desperately.

The nurse’s hesitation before she spoke told him all he wanted to know.  “We will do everything we can, Mand’alor, I swear it.  Haat, ijaa, haa'it.  I just thought you would want to see the baby.”

Din nodded.  “Thank you.  Can I hold her?”

“Of course.”  She set the squirming bundle in his arms.  “Is there anything else?”

“Please go help Cara.  Please,” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

She nodded.  “I will do anything I can.”

“Thank you,” Din murmured as she returned to Cara’s room, looking down at the baby in his arms.

His daughter blinked, glaring at the hallway lights as if they personally offended her, and squirmed defiantly in her blankets, revealing tiny fists and tufts of black hair on her head.  “Olarom, ner ad’ika,” Din whispered, and she opened her mouth and screamed at him.

He couldn’t help but smile.  “I know.  That’s how I feel too,” he said.

She kicked and flailed in her blanket until it moved aside enough for her to smash her face against his shirt, and then howled furiously when she couldn’t latch on to anything.  “Sorry, ad’ika, that cantina’s out of order,” Din said, adjusting her in his arms.  She struggled fiercely, already showing her mandokar.  “You’re so much like your mother,” Din told her softly.

At least now, with her, he could finally focus on something beside his own fears and marvel at his newborn daughter’s tiny fingers and toes, her abundant black hair, her impressive set of lungs.  Alanne had been a quieter and more observant baby, content to watch with sweet cooes and babbles for commentary; this one was clearly ready to take the galaxy by storm.

“Your brother and sister are going to introduce you to all kinds of mischief,” Din told her.  “And I bet you’re going to be just as much trouble.  Your mother…”  He trailed off.  She would still have a mother, wouldn’t she?  He couldn’t even think of the worst…

It felt like forever, holding his daughter and trying to conquer his fears with hope or at least distract himself with the perfect little baby in his arms.  But finally the door opened and one of the medics approached him.

Din leapt to his feet.  “Cara!  Is she -”

“The Queen is stable,” the medic said quickly.

Din almost collapsed back in his chair.  “She’s okay?”

“She lost a lot of blood and will need to stay here for a few days so we can monitor her and make sure she’s recovering well.  But yes, she’s all right now.”

“I want to see her,” Din said.  His daughter made a noise that sounded like agreement.

“Of course.  She’s sleeping right now, but you can go in.”

Din barely remembered to thank him and the other medics as he rushed to Cara’s side.  She was terribly pale, uncharacteristically frail-looking in her bed, but he could see her chest rise and fall with her breathing and her skin was warm when he pressed a kiss to her forehead.  One of the nurses brought him a chair and he sat right by her side, determined not to move until Cara woke up.

“I can bring over a pram for the princess,” the nurse offered.

“No thank you.  I’d like to hold her,” Din said.  “Cara will want to see her when she wakes up.”

“Of course, Mand’alor,” said the nurse, and she joined the medical droid monitoring Cara and let them be.

Din adjusted their daughter in his arms so he could hold Cara’s hand, squeezing it gently as he watched her color slowly return.  The baby slept for a little while, but then she woke up, and once she tried and failed to find a food source to latch on to, she started yowling.  Din rocked her and hummed to her until she settled, and when he looked back over Cara was finally stirring.

“Cara,” he said, immediately leaning close and taking her hand again.  “Cara?”

She blinked groggily.  “Din?”

“I’m here, we’re here,” he assured her, squeezing her hand.

“What happened?” she asked blearily, shifting a bit and moving her arms weakly, but as soon as they brushed her belly she jerked and gasped, “Where’s my baby?!”

“She’s here,” Din soothed her quickly, holding her shoulder to make sure she didn’t sit up and strain herself.  “She’s right here.”

Cara looked over, blinking and finally focusing on him and the squirming bundle in his arms.  “She?”

“Yes, cyare,” he said, finally able to give her a smile.  “We have another little girl.”

“I wanna hold her,” Cara said, struggling to try and sit up.

Din stopped her; she was so weak and he was afraid she’d accidentally rip out the IV in her arm.  “I know.  But can you even lift your arms right now?  They said you lost a lot of blood, you need to rest.”

“I don’t really remember what happened.  Just a lot of pain all of a sudden and then I woke up here.  I just want to see my baby,” she pleaded.

“I know you do,” he said soothingly.  “Just stay laying down, okay?”  He made sure she was ready before laying their daughter on her chest, making sure Cara could see the reddened face that was scrunched up into an adorably disgruntled look.

“Oh,” Cara said softly, gazing at their baby with overwhelming adoration and delight.  “She’s beautiful.”

“She is,” Din said.  “And loud.”

“And hungry.  Oh look at that, she likes my boobs as much as you do,” Cara said with a chuckle as their daughter tried to latch onto something again.  Din helped Cara adjust so that the baby could finally feed, and Din swore the newborn made a grunt that sounded like “Finally.”

“So what do you want to name her?” Cara asked, watching their baby nurse and stroking her soft hair.

“Anything you want.”

“Well I named Alanne.  It’s only fair you get a turn.”

Din brushed stray hair away from Cara’s face.  “All I care about is that you’re okay.”

“I feel like shit.  But I’ll make it,” Cara said, giving him a small smile.  He had never been so glad to see it, and kissed her cheek gently.

Cara looked down at their baby, stroking her black hair.  “We named Alanne after my mother.  Should we name this one after yours?”

“If that’s what you want,” Din said.  “Brizsa.  It does seem fitting.”

“Brizsa Dune-Djarin,” Cara said aloud.  “I like it.  Grogu, Alanne, Brizsa.”

Din pressed a kiss to her temple.  “Can you believe we have three now?”

“Yes.  I pushed two of them out.”

He laughed, so glad to hear her humor again.  “I can’t wait for them to meet their sister.  They’re going to love her.”

Cara leaned on his shoulder.  “I know they will.”

-

Grogu and Alanne were awake when Din finally went back to the royal quarters.  Alanne was playing with her dolls; Grogu, unusually, was putting up with being one of them and curled up half-asleep in Alanne’s toy cradle.  But they both jumped up when they saw him.  “Daddy!”  “Da!”

Alanne ran up to him immediately.  “Where’s Mommy?  Did she have the baby?”

Din knelt down.  “Yes she did.  Would you two like to go meet your new sister?”

“Yes, Daddy!” Alanne said.  “Let’s go!”

“Clean up your toys first,” Din instructed, and Alanne quickly scooped up as much as she could carry and hauled it to her room, trying to persuade the nanny to do some of the work for her.

Din moved over to pick up Grogu, who blinked groggily at him.  “You take a nap, buddy?”

Mama okay? Grogu signed.

Din still didn’t quite understand how the Force worked.  But he’d seen Grogu do incredible things before, and he wasn’t stupid.  “She’s okay,” he said softly.  “Did you help her, ad’ika?”

Grogu nodded.  Grogu love Mama.

Din kissed his fuzzy little head, gently hugging him close.  “Thank you, Grogu.  You take it easy, all right?”

He nodded as Alanne ran back.  “I’m done.”

Din glimpsed at the dolls stuffed haphazardly under her bed and decided to let it go this time.  “All right.  Before we go, some rules:  if Mommy’s sleeping, we let her sleep.  And we’re not gonna climb in her bed or all over her, either.  Understand?”

Alanne pouted.  “But Mommy said after the baby was born I could sit in her lap again.”

“Well the doctors said Mommy needs to rest first, and we have to listen to them.  You can sit on Mommy’s lap soon, but not right now,” Din said firmly.  “You understand?”

Grogu nodded, and Alanne glanced at him and then finally did the same.

“Good,” Din said, taking her hand and walking his two oldest children down to the medbay.

Cara was awake, the bed adjusted so she could sit up and watch Brizsa, who was now nestled into her pram.  Cara looked so tired and weak still, but she had insisted the two eldest meet their baby sister soon, and she smiled hugely when she saw them.  “Mommy!” Alanne said, running up to her, and Grogu sat up too, waving and signing Hi Mama, I miss you.

Din sat in the chair and got Alanne on his lap before she went rogue and tried to climb into Cara’s bed.  “How are my ade?” Cara asked, reaching out to gently touch both of their cheeks.  “I missed you.”

“Mommy, I want to sit in your lap but Daddy said I can’t,” Alanne said.

“The doctors say I need a lot of rest still,” Cara said.  “You can have the first turn when I feel better, but right now we need to listen to them.”  She pulled the floating pram over, the silver beskar plating gleaming in the lights.  “I have someone here who wants to meet you.”

“The baby?” Alanne said excitedly, she and Grogu leaning over so far Din had to hold on tighter, lest they fall straight onto Brizsa.

“This is your new sister,” Cara said, completely lowering the top and adjusting the swaddle the baby had been wrapped in so Grogu and Alanne could see her little face.  “This is Brizsa.”

Brizsa squirmed and blinked, her shade gone and now two new faces staring at her instead.  She did what Din was starting to think was her standard reaction to everything:  she opened her mouth and screamed.

Alanne jumped back, looking alarmed and covering her ears.  Din suppressed a chuckle as Grogu tugged on her sleeve and signed Baby no talk, baby cry.

“She’s too loud,” Alanne grumbled.

Baby Alanne cry.  Big Alanne talk now, Grogu signed.  New baby talk later.  New baby cry now.

“Grogu’s right.  She can’t talk yet, she can only cry,” Din said.  “That’s what we told him when you were born.  He thought you were loud too.”

Baby Alanne loud all night, Grogu confirmed, making Alanne giggle a bit.

Brizsa had finished her verbal show and was now regarding them all with a grumpy newborn face.  “Hi baby, hi Brizsa,” Alanne said, her and Grogu patting Brizsa’s head gently.  Brizsa stared back, looking shocked at their audacity, even more so when Din couldn’t resist any longer and kissed the heads of all three of his beloved children.

-

Alanne took some persuading to want to hold the baby, but after seeing Grogu have a turn and with Din’s gentle encouragement, she finally agreed to hold “the loud baby.”  Cara watched from her bed as Din got her a chair with arms and a pillow to help her little arms support Brizsa.  Brizsa shouted a few protests, but then settled in her big sister’s arms, Din praising both his daughters the entire time.

Cara smiled, making sure to get a few holos of the moment.  She was dangerously close to blurting out something horrendously soppy like how she fell more in love with Din every day and how he was the only man she’d want to raise children with or bear them for.  At least she could blame it on hormones right now.  She already felt like crying every time she looked at her newborn daughter:  that she and this baby had made it safely through this birth, that the nearly-destroyed cultures of Aq Vetina and Alderaan and Mandalore would survive on through another one of her and Din’s children, that after dark years where her only hope was sacrificing herself to defeat the Empire she now was thriving again and with a family she loved more than anything.

She glanced over at her oldest son, still perched in the chair next to her bed.  He saw her looking, his ears faltering a bit from where they were perked up high.  Mama okay? he signed.

“I’m okay, buddy.  Just tired,” she assured him.

Force say, Mama was not okay.  Grogu help Mama, he signed.  Mama okay now?  Mama promise?

Cara swallowed the lump in her throat.  Little Grogu, always so selfless and wise beyond his years, just like when she’d seen him heal Greef.  If he did decide to fully pursue the path of a Jedi one day, he would be a great one.  “I promise.  I still need to heal a bit, but I will be fine.  Thank you for helping me, Grogu.”You’re welcome, he signed, and he smiled.

-

PSA: Yes, hyperemesis gravidarum (extreme morning sickness) and placental abruption (the placenta separating from the uterine wall before delivery; heavy bleeding is a possible symptom) as depicted in this fic are real medical conditions. Pregnancy can have some severe side effects and risks; even a healthy and low-risk pregnancy can go wrong in a moment. This is why reproductive health care is so vital, and the current situation in America, where many states now ban abortion, was on my mind while writing this fic. People with uteruses should not have their bodily autonomy stripped from them and their choices should be between them and their healthcare team; no one should be forced to undergo pregnancy unless they are willing. I urge you to continue fighting for the right of bodily autonomy regardless of your personal feelings on abortion, or what you would do if you found yourself pregnant. Despite the fact that anti-abortion arguments are usually couched in "save the babies!" rhetoric, it's not really about them - it's about the parent whose health is on the line. That choice belongs with them and not the government. Especially when the USA has a higher maternal mortality rate compared to other counties, even more so for POC.

[koobunno]

Would it be alright if I pulled you closer?

smut, angst, sociopath!taehyung, dad!taehyung, husband!taehyung

A/N: This fic might be triggering to some, I'm sorry, I just wanted to cry a bit. :((

T/Ws: sex abuse, fingering, abusive husband/partner, oral sex, mild physical abuse

Word Count: 1,733 words

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Taehyung kissed your neck as he draped his arms around you. “Taehyung” you mumbled as you closed your eyes, confused if you're pleased or scared about what’s about to happen. He turned you to face him and cupped your cheeks while looking at your lips. “Hmm? Don’t tell me you’re tired” he smirked as if he knew what you’re just going to say. “No, it’s just, our son might hear us” you made up an excuse to get through this, well at least you tried. “No, he won’t” replied to you still smirking.

He then rapidly caught your lips with his, still analyzing what’s happening you didn’t get to respond to his kisses not until he squeezed your sides. It was not a gentle one and it made you wince a bit. You just closed your eyes and responded to his kisses as you always would whenever your husband feels needy.

The kiss went on to be wilder, needier and lustful. Still holding your eyes shut you felt how his hands travelled throughout your body. You felt it squeezing and spanking your ass multiple times, then went to your breasts to massage and play with your clothed nipples. You whined because of the unwanted pleasure he’s giving you.

His fingers went to your shoulders and pulled down the strap of your nightgown. At this point you’ll just be compliant, as he labeled how you should be. It exposed your breasts directly for you are not wearing a bra. He cupped your breasts and pressed them together. He put his mouth on your left bosom and ate it like a needy infant. He has bitten it and it made you scream because of the ache he gave.

“Stand up, face the wall” he authoritatively told you. You stood up as you didn’t want any more fuss to happen. While you’re facing the cold wall you can hear his clothes drop to the ground. Closing your eyes, you felt his hands trace your waist, he collected your hair after and asked you to give him the band on your wrist. You gave him the hairband and he tied your hair neatly.

After that, his hands went to the waistband of your underwear. Pulling it slowly as if he is seeing a sight. Still with your eyes shut, you felt how his long fingers slid to your pussy, inserting a finger inside you, and withdrawing it to spread your juices around. “Shit” you mewled as he massaged your now-wet clit, and went on fingering you again. Pinning you against the wall, you can feel his dick touching your back as he plays with your pussy with his digits.

When you think he got bored of what he’s doing, you felt the tip of his penis at your entrance, your body jolted as you felt the sensation. “Stay still” he whispered into your ear and bit it afterwards. You nodded as he turned you over and pushed you down to kneel. You knew what to do, you licked your lips and held on his shaft as you put it in your mouth. Taehyung moaned as you played with your tongue. He went hard by grinding his hips more causing you to gag.

Not wanting to stop there, Taehyung and you went to the bed again, he made you sit on his face as his tongue wiggled around you, holding your breasts tightly, you don't know what to feel, really. If it’s pleasure or despair as you let your husband use you for pleasure again.

Taehyung then pushed you back to the bed, harshly. Sipped and bit your neck, leaving marks as you feel his tongue against it.

You’re just startled when you felt him into you and started to grind fast. Hearing those sloppy and wet strokes, you just closed your eyes and let out a moan. Taehyung, still pounding you while eating out your breasts simultaneously.

He inserted two fingers on your mouth, as the push and pull doesn’t stop. He then halted for a while, made you stand on all fours, entering you from the back. Holding your hips to ensure the pace he wants. You pushed your face on a pillow for you don’t want to scream too loud. Spanking your butt, Taehyung didn’t let his speed down. “Ahhhh-shit” you heard him mewl as he pushed himself deeper.

“Ahhhhhhh-fucking shit” he shouts as you felt his cum wash your inside walls. You shut your eyes tightly again as if you’re thanking all the odds that it’s done, at last. Taehyung pulled out of you and went directly to the bathroom, maybe to wash himself. You’re still lying on the bed covering your body with the blanket, tired from what happened. The switch went off and you felt your clothes being thrown at you. He’s going out somewhere again, after using you.

“Taehyung” you called for him. “Yes?” he answered while he’s putting on his watch. “Please don’t forget your son’s Award Ceremony tomorrow” you told him like you were begging, knowing he’ll be out for the night again, you just wanted to remind him. “Yeah, thanks for reminding me.” he told you as he was leaving you in the cold room, putting your clothes on.

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You’re trying to sleep but you shifted on the other side of your body as you felt an uncomfortable ache at your waist, you stood up and went in front of the mirror to check. It displayed a big red mark because of the way Taehyung squeezed your waist earlier. You just grabbed a compress to put on it while you’re trying to sleep alone in a big bed.

———

Barely getting any sleep, at 5:00 am you heard the doors unlock, because of your husband who isn’t that drunk but reeks of alcohol. You went there to check and he just rolled his eyes on you, as expected. He went up straight to your bed and slept as if he’s tired and weary. You just went back to bed to get a hold of sleep even for a short time.

Hours later you woke up just in time to help your son prepare for school. “Mommy, I’ll see you and daddy later at school okay? You promised.” he assured you. “Yes, baby, you’ll see us later” you nodded and kissed him before he ran towards the school bus waiting outside.

Checking on Taehyung who is still in a deep slumber, you prepared yourself for work. As you sat in front of the vanity mirror, you saw noticeable marks on your neck that’s why you made an effort to cover those visible ones.

You left a note at the door reminding Taehyung again for your son’s event later that day before leaving. You swung on your bag and it hit your waist, you flinched as you felt it hurt, knowing it’s now progressed to being a bruise. You let the idea go and went straight to work.

———

“Uhm, we don’t have any meetings scheduled this afternoon right?” you asked your secretary, ensuring you don’t compromise work to attend to your child. “None so far, ma’am.” she told you as you told her that you’ll take an early-out for your son.

You arrived at your child’s school and went to the hall, your son greeted you and immediately asked about his father, who wasn't visible by the time. “He'll be here soon, now go back to your seat, I’ll be sitting here at the back” you told him as he ran off back to his seat. You called Taehyung and after 5 missed calls he answered. “What do you need?” he said over the line. “Uh, when will you go here? Your son asks about you.” you told him honestly. You heard him sigh deep and told you he’s coming. He forgot once again, if only you hadn’t called him, you’ll deal with your child crying for the rest of the day again.

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Taehyung arrived at the venue minutes later, just in time because your son’s preparing to go up the stage with his classmates, Taehyung held his hand before you did so you just went back to your seat. The ceremony started and your son received the prestigious award, still holding his father’s hand. They went down the stage and he showed you his gold medal and a plaque. You smiled at him and kissed his cheeks, Taehyung looking at him, smiling.

Taehyung suggested treating his son. You counted yourself out because you can feel Taehyung’s sharp glare at you. “I still have something to do for work, baby bear.” You made an excuse because your son isn't happy about it but you can’t stand him seeing you and Taehyung fight over nonsense matters while he’s on the treat. “Enjoy with daddy, first hmm?” you told him before you went to your car and drove home.

Arriving at your house, you went to your room and changed clothes, a thin flimsy white shirt and a short. You decided to change the sheets and clean the room. After, you went for a nap. Hours later, you woke up to a noise coming from the main door. It’s definitely your husband and your son. You saw your child carrying loads of toys, his father took him to a spree again. You just smiled at the sight of him being so happy to spend time with Taehyung. “Come on, show mommy what you got earlier.” Taehyung told your child and the little one excitedly pulled out everything his father bought for him. While Taehyung grabbed your waist, slightly squeezing it, you silently squirmed as your side ached once again. “Bedroom in 20 minutes, hmm?’ Taehyung whispered in your ear, making you shiver. “Isn’t this cool, mommy?” Taehyung sarcastically told you while holding one of the toys he bought for your son. You faked a smile as you nodded and answered with a yes. Your son giggling because of excitement for all of his new toys.

You just put out a lethargic smile because you decided to endure everything for your son, even if it’s an exchange for your well-being. It’s for your son after all, he’s happy whenever his dad's around, even if it’s the complete opposite for you.

You’ll still pull Taehyung closer despite the stinging pain you feel.