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[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '23: Breeding | Choi Seungcheol

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Fem!Reader (established)

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT interact), Kinktober 2023

Summary: You and Cheol had talked plenty about the future, but nothing could have prepared you to see his huge frame cradling a tiny baby and the absolute reaction you'd have to it

WC: 2.5k

Warnings: Seungcheol with a baby, very baby-centric breeding, baby fever hits Reader like a train, breeding, unprotected sex (obviously, I'm not even gonna apologize for this one), fingering, Cheol goes feral, talk of having kids, Seungcheol runs his mouth, petnames, Daddy kink, reader is referred to as a mommy like once, multiple orgasms, slight body worship, praise

A/N: Let me know if I missed anything in the warnings and, of course, I hope you enjoy!

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Maybe going to your friend's house with Cheol was a bad idea. Maybe visiting Joshua and his partner to finally meet their baby was an experience you weren’t altogether prepared for. It had been a few months now since their little boy had been born, and you had only seen him through pictures and facetimes, wanting to give the couple a bit of space to settle into the new dynamic.

But now you were sitting on their couch, trying desperately to have a conversation with your friends while being distracted by the little swaddled bundle cradled carefully in your boyfriend's arms. The delicate little thing, pudgy cheeks and drool running from his lips that Seungcheol delicately wiped away, all fragile and peaceful against his chest. You were always aware of how handsome Cheol was, how hard he worked to keep his physique, but it wasn't something that had ever fully sunk into your psyche until you saw the way his biceps looked with something so tiny sleeping on them.

A voice caught your attention, a gentle call of your name, and you looked up, a little shaken from how deep in thought you'd been.

"Do you want to hold him?" Cheol asked, nodding to the sleeping infant in his arms. Your face split into an adoring grin, and you nodded eagerly. The care with which your boyfriend handled him was enough to make your heart skip in your chest as he carefully transferred the baby into your arms. The boy fussed a little, and you shushed him gently, swaying back and forth until he was sound asleep again.

The others continued talking, but all you could think about was having one of your own. Maybe a little girl, one with Cheol's eyes and your nose. A family where the two of you became three, a unit that always took care of each other.

When the two of you got home, Cheol dragged you to the bedroom, pulling you close and cuddling up to you in the comfort of your bed. You curled closer, letting him trace your arm quietly.

"What's on your mind? You've been in your head all day." He asked you. You hummed thoughtfully. You and Seungcheol had talked about it before, having kids, but you had never fully planned anything. You were still so young, and you hadn't fully settled on whether or not you two were ready to take that step.

"I'm thinking about Jaehan." You said, finally turning your attention back to him. "He's cute don't you think?"

"Yeah, he's adorable. Looks like his dad." He said. You nodded, propping yourself up on your elbow.

"Keep thinking about how natural you looked holding him. Didn't really know that it would be so...attractive seeing you hold a baby."

Seungcheol hummed, placing a large hand against your hip to pull you onto his lap. You looked down at him, smiling brightly at the sight of his dark locks in a wavy halo around his head.

"You think I looked hot?" He asked, a playful tone creeping into his voice. You rolled your eyes.

"I said it was attractive. I kept thinking about how maybe one day you'd be holding our kid, I guess. You'd be a good daddy." You said, your hands smoothing aimlessly across his chest, up, along the curve of his shoulders, then down his arms and back up again.

You watched his eyes darken, his hands moving to rub gently over your tummy.

"Could be sooner than later if you want." He said, eyes still trained on your stomach, imagining how pretty you'd look round with his child growing inside of you. Some primal, desperate part of him was awakening at the thought. A part of him tying itself to a part of you and giving you something to share and teach and care for. He was already starting to harden underneath you at the thought.

"Do you mean that?" You asked seriously, your hands stilling against his chest. "Because I don't want you to do something you're not ready for. Don't just want it to be an excuse to fuck me."

He softened for a moment, guiding your face gently towards his to capture your lips in a warm kiss.

"I promise I mean it. Want to have a family with you, wouldn't even think of lying about that. Let me do that, please." He kissed you again, his kiss just as desperate and sincere as his words as he flipped the two of you over so you were laying underneath him. You melted into the kiss, your hands tangling into his hair to hold him close as if he'd disappear if you didn't.

His tongue teased against your lips, coaxing you open for him and drawing the sweetest whine from your throat. He pulled away after a bit, breathless and flushed. He sat back, stripping your shirt off with ease, then letting his follow.

"Gonna take such good care of you. You and our baby," He hummed, leaning down to press a string of wet, warm kisses to your chest, along the swell of your breasts, and down until his lips could wrap around your nipple, sucking gently. Your back arched off the bed, and his hands stroked along the curve of your waist, holding you in place so he could switch to the other side and give it the same gentle treatment.

You weren't a stranger to having Cheol worship every inch of you, but this felt different. It was heavy and warm and nearly suffocating in all the best ways, anchoring you to each other and letting the rest of the world fade into blank space. He slid lower, kissing down your sternum, along your stomach until he reached the space just above your panty line. He looked up at you then, a large palm coming to rest against the spot.

"Gonna grow our little one right here. Gonna fill you up so full, make sure it takes. Do it over and over until we're sure." He mumbled, kissing your lower stomach again before tugging your panties down your legs and leaving you bare beneath him.

You were already aching, thighs wet with your arousal. Seeing him so wound up at the idea of you carrying his child was doing things you had never imagined. He pushed your thighs wider apart, hungry eyes burning into the sight of your dripping core. He brought his hand down, thumb swiping through your wet folds before nestling against your clit, pressing heavy, slow circles against the bundle of nerves.

"Fuck," You keened, thighs twitching, but he pressed his free hand against one of them, continuing his work. "Cheol, please. Need more."

"I got you baby, don't worry. Know just what you need." He promised, speeding up his movements and making your head fall back against the pillows. He slid his fingers down, pressing his middle finger into you and pumping it slowly before he added a second.

He was good with his hands, never having any problem getting you worked up or stretching you out with his fingers alone, and this was no different. You watched the way his brows furrowed, his lips curling into a concentrated pout while he worked his fingers into you, curling them to find your weak spot and continuing to grind his fingertips into it when he felt it.

You were breathless, squirming and gripping at the sheets as he fucked you slowly with his fingers. Your sounds were nearly incoherent, just breathless whines and gasps of his name as he milked your first orgasm out of you. He praised you all the way through it, his hand never stopping as you coated it in your wetness. Once the waves of your orgasm subsided, he pulled his hand away, reaching up to slip his fingers into your mouth and watching as you obediently sucked and licked them clean of your cum.

"That's my good girl. Doing so well for me. Deserve to feel good." He hummed, standing up to kick his pants off. His cock stood at full mast, the tip leaking and flaring pink. He stroked himself slowly, just admiring the way that you were sprawled out for him.

He quickly settled himself between your legs again, and you welcomed him just as eagerly. He pressed the head of his cock against your hole, and you whined when he didn't move.

"Baby, please. Don't tease me," You huffed, and he chuckled leaning down to capture your lips in another long kiss as he rolled his hips forward, filling you up in one steady thrust. Your walls clenched around him, adjusting to the way he stretched you out, and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands found his waist, nails digging into the sensitive flesh and reveling in the way he hissed out.

He stayed buried inside of you for longer than you would have liked, but soon enough his hips were rolling, dragging out before punching back in and stealing your breath away. You never got used to how well he fucked you, how perfectly he fit inside of you and hit spots you could only hope to reach on your own.

"So perfect, taking me so well." He praised, his hands settling on your hips and pulling you to meet his thrusts. The only sounds in the room were the slick sound of your pussy sucking him in, and the soft sounds shared between the two of you.

"Cheol, 'm close." You mumbled, eyes falling shut as you focused on the warmth running through you, the tension pulling tight in your stomach and the way his thrusts got harsher at your words.

"Go ahead, pretty girl. Cum on my dick, lemme feel it." He grunted out harshly, his head rolling back as your walls clenched around him, trying desperately to keep him inside of you. Then you were gone, trembling underneath him as your second orgasm hit, a silent moan parting your lips. He continued fucking you through it. He didn't stop even when you came down from your high, chasing his own pleasure.

"Cheollie, please," You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, dragging your nails over his broad shoulders. "Want you to cum. Need to be full. Please, Daddy."

He moaned, full and from his chest, his thrusts becoming harsher, less calculated, and then he was burying his face in your neck. His breath hitched, a broken moan of your name, and a sloppy kiss against your neck followed as he spilled inside of you.

The moment after was filled with heavy breaths and the sweetest kisses to your shoulders and collarbone. Finally he pulled out, looking down at the way that his cum dripped out of your hole. He huffed a little, reaching down and using his fingers to stuff it back inside of you. You whined, hips jolting a little from the sensitivity.

"Gotta make sure it stays in so it sticks. Gotta get you knocked up." He said, but it almost sounded like he was talking to himself, voice gravelly and barely audible. Then he was tugging at your hips, flipping you over. You let out an indignant squeak at how easily he maneuvered you around, hiking your hips up so your weight was on your arms folded under your head. "Gotta give you another one. Need to make sure."

You didn't have time to think before he was sliding into you again, still achingly hard and desperate to fill you up just a little more, to give you the baby you were both so desperate for, to start a family and have another precious piece of his life to care for. He needed it, the thought of it taking over the most primal, desperate part of his mind.

His thrusts were harsh, and probably would have been pushing you up the bed if it weren't for the bruising grip on your hips, pulling you back into each thrust and making you absolutely see stars.

"Daddy, 's too much," You whined, burying your face in your arm. His hand smoothed over your back, his pace never faltering.

"You can take it, baby. Just gotta get you nice and full. You wanna have my baby, right? Gotta take it," He cooed sweetly, even as you whined and squirmed. The heat searing through you stung, nerve endings on fire, but it only added to the pleasure that was taking over. You could barely form words at this point with Seungcheol hitting so deep inside of you that you were sure you wouldn't be able to walk, and with the gentle way he stroked your back and sides as if he wasn't fucking you dumb.

"I'm gonna-" You whined high in your throat, a broken moan following as you tried to warn him, but he knew your body better than you did, and he could tell just by the way your hips were pressing back insistently that you were gonna cum again.

"Go on, pretty. Cum for daddy. Cream my cock, please baby. Wanna feel it, know you can gimme one more." He urged you on, and you sobbed as the feeling rocked through you. Your thighs were trembling, and your toes were going numb. You didn't try to open your eyes, but you were sure your vision would have blacked out if you had.

His second orgasm followed not long after, filling you up with his seed again. He leaned against you, one arm holding the both of you up, the other wrapped around your waist to keep you pressed as close as possible to him. You were both breathless, bodies exhausted and minds fuzzy with the blend of pleasure and exhaustion. Once you both were back in reality, he pulled out of you carefully, easing you onto your back and curling against your side. His hand traced against your stomach.

"Was I too rough?" He asked quietly. You shook your head, turning to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“You know I can take it." You promised. He smiled, reaching up to wipe the drying tears from your cheeks

"I know you can. But it's my job to take care of you. And the little one." He said. You laughed lightly.

"Cheol there isn't even a little one yet." You said, your hand landing over his on your tummy and tracing the length of his fingers. He linked your hands together, smiling brightly.

"There will be. If it doesn't take this time I'll just keep breeding you until it does. Wanna make you a mommy. Want our baby to look just like you." His eyes were alight with pure adoration, and you had to admit as you snuggled closer to him that having a couple of mini Seungcheols running around the house sounded like a dream come true.

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[gingerly-writing]

Hi Ginger!!! I just wanted to let you know that I've been following you for a while (at least a year I believe!!), and I'm Finally making my own superhero WIP!!! It has all the works too!! ("Heros" are actually the bad guys, "villains" the good guys, reluctant heros, heros who chose themselves, found family, powers come with a price, guy who was working for actual villains realizes that he was wrong, etc etc) Its still Very New but I will Gladly gush more about it if you want/don't mind!! -Dean

WOOOOOOO we love a superhero WIP! all of those components sound AMAZING (and for obvious reasons I am a particular fan of villains as the good guys and found family ;P). I definitely want to read any snippets if you post them but I urge you to keep your core ideas close to your chest until you can formally launch them in some way! I definitely wouldn’t want to accidentally scalp your ideas in my own writing or prompts, and I wouldn’t want anyone else to have the opportunity to do so either 💚💚💚 good luck with this WIP, it sounds incredible and I really hope you enjoy developing it and that it goes somewhere awesome! 

[grimae]

HOLY FUCK YOUR PAGES OF BOOK OF THE SUN????? AMAZING I AM JUST,,,,,IN AWE THAT IS AMONG THE BEST ART I HAVE SEEN IN AGES HOLY CRAP (ALSO IF ITS FOR A BOOK OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT PLEASE TELL ME ABOUT IT BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH IT ALREADY) LOVE YOU AND YOUR ART

THANK YOU SENDING LOTS OF LOVE TO YOU AS WELL At this point I’m never sure how to answer whether the BotS pages are for an actual book, because the entire thing, as I imagine it, is just such a monster of worldbuilding and lore, my heart yells I need to do it and how fun that project will be, my brain goes “dude holy fucking shit”. The Book of the Sun is a centuries old book written by the Istrati vampires about their own clan, as well as other events that massively influenced their society, be it the local mortalkind of vampire society involving other clans. It is written by many different clan members over the course of the centuries, starting from the very founders of the clan in the year -839 when they became independent from their mother clan until the point where the only vampires left are the three adoptive sons of the last High Lady, after she died at the hand of a wild god nearly 1500 years later. Due to that, and this is what I still want to tackle with that project, there are also different kinds of art styles, ways things are written, drawn, etc, in it.  The black-golden pages are a constant in it, nearly everyone who gets to add a page to the book creates one of them, but there are also more traditional ones, with black ink or similar. The three adoptive sons (Rafael Istrati Wolff, Jarek Istrati Sekerak, Vasil Istrati Zaharias) of said High Lady (Eleonora Istrati Buzarnescu) are also the characters I basically write, think, do most about.  tl,dr: My mind goes wild every 5 seconds I stand still and creates even more lore for this world

[teawiththegods]

Hey ren!!! I know I haven't popped in since Laura happened basically but I just wanted to check in and see how you are! I Finally™ worked up the courage to get tested for ADHD and I got my diagnosis! So now I'm on meds and trying to figure out where to go from here (super happy!!!) Tbh I haven't been as active worship wise as I would like to be but I'm working on it!! Also I've recently started playing Star Wars The Old Republic (I'm obsessed) and I've started writing again!! I love you!! -Dean

Hello, love!!! Congrats on your diagnosis! I’m so happy for you!! It’s wonderful that you’re writing again! I wouldn’t worry about not doing much worship, the gods know how much of a difficult year this is for us and tbh I’m sure you’re doing things for them without even realizing it!! Thanks for popping in, my darling! Always love hearing from you! Love you lots!! 

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*boops your nose* send this to ten blogs you think are lovely and deserve a boop on the nose 🎀💛

Aw thank you that's so sweet! And a boop right back to you my friend!

[wandas-sunshine]

Slow And Steady (Kinktober Day 14)

Kinktober Schedule

Prompt: Sensory Deprivation

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,206

Warnings: SMUT 18+, Oral (female receiving), fingering, blindfolds, light bondage, minor overstimulation

A/N: Really give a whole new meaning to ‘you didn’t see that coming’ huh? Shoutout to @dragonofthenorth0726 for giving me the confidence to post this piece

Pietro didn’t like seeing you overworked, overstressed, and unhappy. That’s where his idea stemmed from, he was insistent on caring for you and helping you calm down. When you’d called after work, he had said he was planning an experiment. Your boyfriend was the adventurous type, and while you trusted him with your life, his surprises were a little worrisome at times.

“What are we doing?” You asked. As soon as you’d walked through the door, he’d pulled you along straight to your room. He sat you gently at the edge of the bed, and you looked up at him with a confused expression clouding your face.

“You said you’ve been stressed. I want to help.” He shrugged, and the entirely sincere look in his eye made you smile. This was the man you’d fallen so unbelievably, helplessly in love with.

“Thank you.” You murmured, still smiling to yourself. “What do you have in mind?”

For a moment, Pietro seemed to grow nervous, but your hand moved up to catch his.

“I thought maybe we could try something new.” He answered vaguely. You motioned for him to go on.

“Well I just figured…I could give you a massage. You like when I do that, don’t you?” You nodded eagerly. “Then after that we can talk more. I can keep making you feel good.”

“Sounds like heaven,” You agreed. Pietro always pampered you so willingly. You were eternally grateful.

“Here, take off your clothes.” He suggested, rather than ordering it. You obliged either way, tugging your shirt off and wiggling your pants down your legs, leaving them in a pile with your shoes and socks. “Go ahead and lay down on your stomach.”

 You flashed him another appreciative smile as you settled on your tummy. Once you’d stopped wiggling into a comfortable position, Pietro settled himself at your side.

“Now just relax and let me take care of you.” He hummed, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. You happily followed his instructions, closing your eyes and just focusing on his touch.

His hands worked almost expertly over your shoulders, massaging the knots and tension out of the muscles and moving down to do the same on your back. You weren’t sure how long the massage went on, but you were pretty sure you knew what it felt like to be butter in a hot pan.

You released a contented sigh, eyes still shut. Pietro brushed a lock of hair from your face and traced his fingertips over your jaw.

“There’s something else I want to try.” He spoke for the first time in a while. You hummed for him to go on. “Wanda told me about a place she went. There was a sensory deprivation tank.”

You quirked an eyebrow and propped yourself up to look at him. You were curious where exactly he was going with this. You knew about the tanks, floating was supposed to be wonderful, but it was expensive and you’d never been able to squeeze the time out of your schedule.

“It’s supposed to be really relaxing. It got me thinking. There’s another way to use sensory deprivation,” His fingers trailed up your leg. “Maybe that would have a similar effect. Do you trust me?”

You couldn’t deny the wary look, but you trusted him more than anyone else in the world. You nodded.

“Get comfy. And take your bra off.” Once again, it wasn’t an order, but you followed it like one. He stood up, and you unclasped your bra, slipping it off and rolling onto your back. You stared at the ceiling while your boyfriend rifled through the closet. When he finally came back, he brought with him a host of items you didn’t even know you had.

“Here, lemme…” He gently guided your arms over your head. He was careful with the cloth tie as he fastened your wrists to the headboard. “Is this okay?”

You nodded, a nervous sort of excitement pulsing through you. You hadn’t tried much like this, never going so far as to actually get tied up. It had only come up once or twice, but you’d always been enthusiastic about trying new things.

Pietro was careful in his movements, paranoid about hurting you or upsetting you. You obediently held your head up while he slipped a blindfold over your eyes. You had to reassure him over and over again that you were okay, not that his worries were anything new.

“Pietro, I trust you. You won’t hurt me. If I say stop you will.” You insisted. He was still for a long moment, then his lips met yours.

The kiss was a bit clumsy at first with you mildly disoriented from the blindfold and restraints, but it was sweet, and you knew better than anything how to follow his lead. You tested the ties on your wrists, making sure you couldn’t break free.

“I’m gonna put headphones on you, okay?” Pietro stroked your cheek and waited for you to nod. Then he nestled a pair of noise cancelling headphones over your ears, muting out the world around you.

It was nice, almost like flying, like floating. You were buzzing with the anticipation of it all. It took every ounce of your self control not to squirm. You felt the bed dip and shift as Pietro moved around you. You tried to keep your focus steady, but it was hard to focus on where he was when you were so busy taking in the scent of him. Your heart picked up in your chest, and your stomach flipped excitedly.

His hands found their way to your breasts, fingers just ghosting over your skin. You inhaled sharply. Just the slightest touch was like a wildfire, a type of feeling you’d never experienced before.

His hands cupped you more firmly, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples between his fingertips. You whined, curling into his touch. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

His touch was slow and fleeting. He pulled his hands away and watched the way you struggled to press back into them. After what felt like an eon, he pinched and tweaked your nipples again. He swirled circles around them with his fingertips and teased them. You whined, arching into his touch. He worked you up only to pull his touch away again. You whined, but you didn’t hear his chuckle.

His mouth latched onto your nipple next, sucking and nibbling while his hands traced down your sides slow and steady. He switched to your other pebbled peak, sucking and nipping there until he was satisfied. Then his mouth traveled elsewhere.

He left slow, sloppy kisses over your chest, pausing to leave a hickey at your collarbone. Then he was on the move again. His lips danced over the slope of your breasts, then down your stomach.

He paused when he reached your naval, kissing around it when his fingers traced patterns against your hips that made you giggle.. He reveled in the sounds you made, soft and sweet as you wiggled underneath his weight. He teased his mouth just a touch lower before sitting up again.

When his touch came back, it started lower. His hands smoothed up your legs, starting at your ankles and pausing at your knees. Then back down. The second time he ran the course, his lips followed, leaving kisses against your skin.

Ever so gently he nudged your legs open wider to continue on even higher. His kisses trailed up your thigh, nipping and sucking another mark there before continuing. With every touch of his lips, he left a reminder of just how adored and worshipped you were by him.His lips ventured dangerously close to where you needed him most, but just when you were sure you’d get the sweet satisfaction of his tongue against your pussy, he switched to the other leg and once more started his teasing.

When you were squirming and whiney, Pietro finally gave in. He tugged your panties down, exposing your aching wetness to the air. His lips latched onto your clit, sucking lighty and swirling his tongue around it. His hands pressed your thighs open even further. He pulled away from your clit, tongue guiding lower and dipping into your core. He hummed at the heavenly taste of your longing for him and him alone.

Your hips bucked against his mouth as your hands fought to free themselves from their ties. He pinned them back down with his forearm and returned to feasting on your pussy. He licked a long stripe through your folds before pressing two of his fingers steadily into you. The moan that passed your lips egged him on. His mouth found the bundle of nerves again while his digits curled and twisted inside of you.

Every inch of you felt like it was tingling, your sensitivity dialed up to eleven. Every drag of his fingers inside of you, every steadily unpredictable swipe of his tongue against your clit had you careening towards the edge. One last firm flick of his tongue, and you tipped right into your orgasm.

You came hard, freefalling into the pleasure. You moaned loud and unashamed, your hips rolling and your walls clutching at his fingers for dear life. He gently coaxed you back down, slowing his fingers’ pace before pulling them out of you completely. The aftershocks of the orgasm were accompanied by his hands running up your thighs, over your sides, and back down again until you stilled beneath him.

Once you’d properly returned to earth, he slipped off the bed and stripped his own clothes off. He plucked a condom from the drawer by the bed, and rolled it onto his considerable length. Once that was said and done, he rejoined you on the bed.

You were growing impatient, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. Your walls were clenching around nothing, and your wetness had coated the insides of your thighs. Each second felt like a decade until the head of his cock swiped through your folds. You whimpered, squirming as he did it again. Once, twice, three times, and you lost your control.

A guttural groan left you, and you rolled your hips up into him helplessly. Your wrists twisted so you could clutch at the cloth holding them in place.

“Pietro, please. Want your cock so bad,” You cried out, pressing into him once more. He moaned, always weak for your begging, and the sound of your name on his lips.

He slipped slowly into you, filling you inch by inch and watching your needy hole swallow him  so perfectly. Once he’d bottomed out, he stayed put deep inside of you. His thumb strummed your clit, and you arched towards him.

Just as you began to think you’d combust, he rocked his hips, pulling out and pushing back into you. It was a brutally slow pace, and no matter how good it felt you needed more. And Pietro never failed you. The rhythm built slowly, but ever spreading up. It was an incredible warmth spreading through you. Every bit of your energy was focused on feeling.

Feeling his skin rubbing and sticking against yours in a way that should have been unpleasant. Feeling his cock splitting you open and brushing right against that perfect spot inside of you. Feeling his thumb rubbing perfect figure eights on your clit. Feeling yourself cum again.

Your back arched from the bed so hard that Pietro was worried you’d hurt yourself. You nearly sobbed at the overwhelming pleasure. Pietro dipped his head to kiss your jaw, still fucking you through it.

As you caught your breath from it, Pietro started to pull out, but you shook your head and hooked a leg over his hips.

“Use me to finish,” You pleaded desperately. That wasn’t something he would ever say no to.

He pulled your leg higher and began his thrusts again, his hips slapping into yours and his head still resting against your shoulder. You were oversensitive, but it only drove you towards another orgasm.

All it took was your walls spasming around his aching member for him to spill into the condom, his teeth digging lightly into your shoulder as he gave a few more thrusts, working through his own orgasm. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you nice and slow.

Finally, after the both of you had caught your breath and shared a handful more kisses, he pulled out of you. He disposed of the condom before setting your hands free. He worked the blindfold off and tossed it aside along with the headphones. Then he curled up.

He settled against you, arms tucked tight around your waist and holding you close to his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Did it work?” He asked, his playful smirk curling onto his lips. “Are you relaxed?”

You hummed your affirmation, still not opening your eyes to look at him. You were exhausted in the best way possible.

“Very. I’ve gotta try that on you sometime.” You giggled a little. “But for now, I want a bath. Then naptime?”

“Then naptime.”

He grinned. Anything you could do to help his baby relax.

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everyone tell @dragonofthenorth0726 to stop being too busy with work to talk to me

[imaginingteamiplier]

A Birthday To Remember (Teamiplier)

Title: A Birthday To Remember

Word Count: 928

Requested By Anon: Welcome back!! Its good to see yall posting again! May i request birthday party with platonic!Teamiplier? Maybe with depressed reader if possible ;’) Can be headcanons!

Summary: This time of year can be hard on (Y/N) and what could make a depressed birthday better than an incredible group of friends?

A/N: Well, I’m back and, as usual, a little late so my apologies! But the reason is actually part of what inspired this one shot. All mentions of depression are based entirely off of my own experiences so I apologize in advance if they don’t apply to you. -CJ

For most people, birthdays were a big deal. And it wasn't exactly that you weren't excited for your birthday. But depression was never exactly fun, and with the celebrations and everyone wanting to chat, it felt like you were drowning. It was exhausting and you were thankful that your team really understood that and respected your boundaries. Nevertheless, your friends just wanted to cheer you up as much as they could. They kept their distance, bringing you food and gifts and inviting you to spend time with them when you felt up to it. But when you woke up in the late morning on your birthday, it was needless to sat you were shocked to have been left alone by them.

You got up, trudging reluctantly to the bathroom and cleaning yourself up. You had slept plenty, but you were still tired, like your brain was in a bit of a fog. When your phone gave a soft ding, you picked it up to see a happy birthday message from Mark along with a few dozen heart emojis. You smiled to yourself, texting a quick thanks in reply and carrying on with your routine. You'd hardly finished getting ready when you heard a knock on your door.

With a sigh, you walked to he door and peeked through the peephole to see Amy waiting patiently. You cracked the door open before stepping aside to let her in. She thrust a cup into your hand with a smile.

"Your favorite. I wanted to surprise you for your birthday." She explained with her sweet smile and you couldn't help the way the corners of your lips quirked up in reply. You took a sip of the drink and looked at her. She always did her best to make sure you were alright. Even if that just meant sitting with you while you stared into space under a pile of blankets. "Come on, hurry up. You need to get out of the house. Don't worry, we won't do anything crazy." She said with a knowing smirk. And because this was Amy and you had a near impossible time telling her no, you nodded and finished preparing for your day as best as you could while she sat patiently by on her phone.

Some time had passed, and you were finally in Amy's car. She talked and you gave soft answers every now and again. She kept looking at her phone at stoplights, and part of you was growing suspicious, but you didn't entirely care. So you sat and felt your mentality improve just a little. Soon enough Amy made a stop and you smiled at the familiar sight of Ethan's place. The two of you got out of the car and headed to the door. You hardly had time to knock before it was pulled open and you were engulfed in a tight hug by Ethan.

"Happy birthday!" He cheered in a goofy voice, the type that always earned a giggle, and this time was no exception. You were ushered inside and the sight caught you by surprise. They had put up streamers and even a somewhat sloppy banner for you. Mark, Kat, and Tyler were eagerly awaiting. There was a small cake made just for you with a candle stuck in it, flickering as it awaited your wish.

You smiled, tucking your hands into your pockets a bit bashfully.

"Guys, you shouldn't have. I mean, you didn't have to." You said with a smile, but Mark shook his head. He ushered you closer with a firm hand against your shoulder.

"We know. But it's your birthday, that deserves a little surprise." He told you, settling you in front of the cake. "Make a wish." He urged. You looked around and smiled before leaning forward with your eyes squeezed shut and puffed your cheeks, making a scene of blowing out the barely lit candle. The others clapped and cheered happy birthdays that brightened your day tenfold.

"What did you wish for?" Kat asked with a smile as Tyler set to work serving cake for everyone despite the fact that it was way too early in the day for cake. You sat down, nibbling at your cake while everyone talked. It was half an hour before Mark got up and disappeared for a moment. When he came back, he was loaded down with bags.

"Okay, okay! Present time." He stated firmly and you stared up at him with a look of pure shock. You hadn't expected cake on your birthday, let alone several birthday presents. But you took one of the bags, reaching in and shuffling the tissue paper and pulling out the gift. This went on for a while until you were nearly in tears from just how appreciated your friends had made you feel.

"Seriously, thank you all so much. You didn't have to get all the gifts and the cake and everything." You sniffled and wiped away the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "I love you all so much. I know I've pretty much been a hermit lately." You laughed a tiny bit, glancing over the faces of your dearest friends.

"We're happy to do this. It's nice seeing you smile more." Kathryn promised, taking a bite of the cake she'd been working on finishing.

You'd had plenty of birthdays, and most of them were overtaken by the chemicals you dealt with all the time. But this one you wouldn't give up for the world and you couldn't be more grateful for your incredible group of friends.

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Well guys, I’m back! Sorry this is later than expected. I had to pick up some shifts at work and I had a birthday party for one of my closest friends today that I barely made it to. But here it is! Requests are open, ships are still closed until further notice. Even if yall just wanna chat, I’m almost always around! -CJ

[saturniandragon]

Ask meme!

Rules: Answer 20 questions +5, then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by a fellow scalie @miredancer, thanks a lot for tagging me!

Name: CLASSIFIED, I almost always use a pseudonym in my time on the internet (Adrastea Phelion Drago).

Nickname: CLASSIFIED. My friends call me with just Adra or Adras.

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 165? 167? 170? It’s been years since I last measured my height.

Languages: English and Indonesian, and a little bit of Russian (can read Cyrillic but can’t translate lol)

Nationality: Indonesian

Favourite Season: I’ve always loved the cold.

Favourite Flower: N/A

Favourite Scent: Crispy scent of warm toast

Favourite Colour: Almost any shade of blue.

Favourite Animal: Cheetahs and reptiles

Favourite Fictional Character: Spyro (The Legend of Spyro series), Susie (Deltarune), Odahviing (TESV: Skyrim), Beatrice Santello (Night In The Woods), too many to list.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Tea. I would pick coffee but I have a heart condition that limits my coffee consumption.

Average Sleep: 5-8 hours.

Dog or Cat Person: Cats. I liked huskies for a brief time but I’ve always been a cat person.

Number of blankets: 1, but I don’t often use blankets because of local climate.

Dream Trip: UK. 

Blog Established: 2018?? 2019?? Can’t remember.

Followers: 195 followers as of Feb 2020. I wager most are because of TES content I post.

Random fact about Me: A self-proclaimed but retired grammar Nazi.

My own 5 questions:

Age: 19, will be 20 by April 2020.

Sexuality: Confused bisexual if that’s even a thing 

Major: Statistics (ongoing)

Music genre: Trance, listening to trance music as I’m writing this.

Favorite sport: F1 and Formula E.

Tagging less than 20 bloggers which I’m gonna choose randomly from my follower list because 20 is too much:

@ride-the-bifrost @dragonofthenorth0726 @lady-hircine @furiouswierdo @thelonelyargonian @an-autistic-with-personhood @sp00kyc00kie which I can’t tag for some reason, I hope you are seeing this @simonspierisapeanut Also honorable mention @itching-fangs, we’ve been together for long and I still love hearing things about you!

[coupsie-daisies]

Kinktober '24: Phone Sex | Song Mingi

Pairing: Song Mingi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (minors DO NOT) interact

Summary: Mingi has never wanted to make things weird between him and his best friend, but it's hard to deny her when she calls him, drunk and horny and begging him to talk her through it

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: drunk sex (kinda), they're both down so bad, nipple play for two seconds, open ending kinda

A/N: Guys, listen...I will have this shit done by the end of the year if it kills me. But I've had a lot going on so please accept this as my apology

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @wooyussy // @burningupp-replies // @bunnypig18 // @decaffedthoughts // @brownieracha // @ferrethyun // @walkxthexmoon // @aesteraceae // @wonuqrtz // @mixling-blog // @wonwooz1-blog

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Desperation was something you were very familiar with in many many ways. There was the desperation you felt when trying out for the dance team back in middle school, the way it had driven you to push yourself so hard you sprained your ankle. The desperation you'd felt during that entire recovery just to get back to normal so you could chase your dream again. The desperation you'd felt while applying for your dream university, and the desperation you'd felt when trying to find a decent job after you graduated.

Throughout every single one of those moments, Mingi had been at your side. You'd been best friends since you were kids, and you'd learned early on that you could count on him for anything. Truthfully, you sometimes felt like Mingi was too good to spend time with you. He was so kind and so creative and so goddamn talented that it almost hurt. But no amount of thinking changed the fact that he wanted to stick by your side.

Unfortunately, that also meant that he was the one to carry you home when you got a little too drunk at the bar you and your friends went out to. You were celebrating a birthday in the group, and you weren't the only one to get carried away, but all night Mingi had been keeping a careful eye on you, knowing that you were a lightweight no matter how much you denied it.

He'd dropped you off at your apartment after all was said and done, bringing you water and a snack and only leaving an hour later once he was certain you would be okay. Even so, he made you pinky swear to call him if you needed him for anything.

And really, you hadn't planned on calling him. You weren't so drunk that you couldn't see straight or that you were puking your guts out. You were just dizzy, and way less uptight than you usually were. Okay, maybe you weren't thinking right, because all you'd been able to think about since Mingi had practically carried you home was how good it felt to be wrapped up in his arms, and how pretty he looked when he was so focused on taking care of you.

It was far from the first time you'd had such thoughts about your best friend, but you figured that was probably normal for anyone with a super hot, incredibly kind, really very hot best friend. It was okay, you reminded yourself, because those thoughts were between you and your bed. Nobody else needed to know, and if nobody knew it couldn't make things weird.

But the lingering alcohol in your mind had you forgetting that mantra, because it wasn't even fifteen minutes later before arousal was flooding your senses and your hand found your phone.

It rang a couple of times, and a moment of doubt tried to seep in, but it was quickly shut out by the sound of Mingi's voice.

"Are you okay?" He asked immediately.

"I'm okay. Need your help," You said, pout evident in your voice. Your free hand pushed your shirt up your stomach, fingertips dragging along your tummy, down to trace the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"Should I come back? What's wrong?"

You slid your hand lower, pushing your pants down your hips and tucking your phone against your ear to use the other to get them out of the way.

"I keep thinking about you. Is that wrong?" You asked, closing your eyes as your fingers found their way to your covered core. "You looked so good tonight. You always look good."

You heard his breath hitch, and you sighed in response.

"What are you talking about?" He asked. You couldn't see him, but he was parked outside his apartment, one hand gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, the other trying not to drop his phone.

He listened to the catch in your voice, the tiny hum you let out, and god he tried not to imagine you in some filthy position underneath him. Certainly not a new thought for him, but one he knew he shouldn't be entertaining in the moment.

"I want you so bad, Min, need you." You were basically whining now, rubbing your clit and slowly soaking through your panties at the thought of him. "Been thinking about you touching me for so long. You would, right? I see how you look at me. Never wanted to make it weird but fuck,"

Mingi grunted out a curse under his breath.

"You're drunk," He reminded you. "You probably won't even remember this in the morning. You should go to sleep."

"Don't leave me like this. Please? Just need to hear your voice, wanna hear you talk me through it." You begged, fingers getting more frantic as you sought out your own pleasure.

Mingi tipped his head back into the headrest, his cock twitching with interest. He was already half hard and getting uncomfortable in his tight pants.

"Promise me you won't regret this," He ordered, voice lower now. The sound of it send a wave of arousal all the way to the tips of your toes and you squirmed in your bed.

"I promise. I swear, I won't regret it. I promise."

The desperation in your voice should have embarrassed you, but you were never embarrassed with Mingi.

He reached down, palming himself through his pants and willing himself to last when you sounded so fucked out and he hadn't even said anything yet.

"Are you still wearing your pajamas?" He asked, squeezing his bulge and biting back a groan. You hummed affirmatively. "Take them off, want you naked for me baby."

You didn't hesitate to do as he said, putting your phone on speaker and shuffling around on your bed until you could kick all of your clothes away.

"Good job, baby," He hummed, and you couldn't hold back a surprised whimper at his praise. "That's what you like? My baby likes when I'm nice to her?"

You gasped, fingers slipping between your wet folds as he spoke.

"Yeah, like that." You agreed, nodded even though you knew he couldn't see you.

"Can you play with your nipples for me? Wanted to forever."

Mingi worked his pants down until he could pull his aching dick out of his boxers, stroking himself slowly. He was already leaking precum, but who could blame him when the girl he'd been pining after for years decided to call him up and beg him to fuck her?

You listened eagerly, both hands coming up to knead your breasts before circling your thumbs around your hardening nipples. You gasped softly, flicking over them back and forth a couple times before twisting them a little harder. You could hear Mingi's breathing as it picked up, his ears trained on each tiny gasp and whine that you let out.

"Move your hands down. Want you to touch your sides. They're sensitive, right?" He didn't have to ask to know. He'd found that out completely on accident back in college and it lived in the back of his mind, sparking far too much interest in what other reactions he could pull out of you.

You slid your hands down lower, along the curve of your chest, down your sternum, then up along your sides with feather-light touches that made you squirm. You dragged your nails dully along your side, then down your stomach, wishing beyond anything you could fully comprehend that it was Mingi touching you like this, that his hands were exploring you. You moaned pathetically, a broken keen of his name.

"I'm here, pretty girl, don't worry. You're doing so good for me." Mingi grunted out. He'd been trying to resist touching himself, too afraid that he'd blow the second you opened your mouth, but his cock was throbbing and leaking and simply begging for his attention, and he couldn't deny it anymore. He wrapped his hand around his length, jerking himself off with slow, languid strokes.

"Want you to open your legs nice and wide for me," He told you, listening to the rustle of the sheets as you moved. "Go ahead and touch your thighs. How's that feel?"

Your back arched, chasing some sort of friction now that your thighs were separated, and your hands stroked along the insides of them, kneading the flesh the way you liked.

"Not good enough. Need you, don't wanna do it myself." You huffed.

"I know, but I can't come back yet. Just gotta take care of your pussy for me, okay? I'll make it up to you, I promise." He purred, and you relaxed, his voice running through you like molten lava.

"Can I touch myself, Min? Please?" You asked, and he shivered at the desperation in your voice. He'd never heard you like this before, and whatever string of self control that was keeping him from taking you every time he saw you was beginning to snap.

"Go ahead, baby, play with your clit for me." He ordered firmly now, stroking himself faster. Your hand flew to your core, fingers circling your clit and spreading your wetness against it. You let out the most debauched whimper of relief at the feeling, hips jolting as you moved fast and hard, still too intoxicated to be skilled with your fingers and not entirely caring when you could hear the sound of Mingi's hand around his cock, and his breath picking up.

"God, you're so wet." He groaned, tipping his head back against the headrest again. He could hear you, and what he wouldn't give to have you on his tongue, or have your walls wrapped like a vice around his dick. His head was fogging up with thoughts of you, your scent and your pretty lips and the way you said his name.

"Mingi, can I put them inside?" You asked, fingers dipping closer to your entrance before pulling back to strum against your clit again. "Wanna be full of you. Wish you were here, need your dick so bad."

Any shame you'd felt upon calling him in the first place was gone, and he was going absolutely batshit about it.

"Go ahead baby, let's see how many you can take." He urged. You didn't hesitate to slide two fingers into yourself, wincing a little at the immediate stretch, but the burn felt so good you didn't care. You rocked your hips up to meet each thrust of your fingers, starting slow before becoming a little more frantic, pushing them all the way to the third knuckles. You were soaking yourself, fingers curling up against the spot that had your head spinning.

You were hardly aware of the way you were babbling his name, begging him for more as you managed to squeeze a third finger into yourself.

"Good girl, keep going. Sound so pretty, can't wait to have you on my dick." He stroked himself faster, harder, knowing he was nearing his end. He wanted to drag this out, but he was struggling to deny himself the satisfaction of finally getting off to the sound of you begging for him. This had to be a dream, he hadn't done anything to deserve this kind of blessing, but there you were, fingering yourself dumb for him anyway.

"Close," You warned him, grinding your palm into your clit. Your fingers weren't usually enough, but the sound of him on the line, the image of his large frame engulfing you as he split you open. God, and his hands, they were so much bigger than yours, would fill you up so much better. You didn't even register your orgasm building as high as it did until you were dangling from the edge, thighs shaking with the exertion of bucking your hips up into your hand. "Mingi, I need to cum, please can I?"

The sound of you, breathless and begging and audibly wrecked was too much for him.

"Please cum for me," He groaned, voice tight as he bit back his own orgasm, pushing his limits just to hear the way you nearly sobbed his name. Your orgasm shook through you, fingers messily working yourself through it and pushing it as long as you could, and Mingi couldn't take it.

He spilled into his hand, strings of his own cum spilling over his fingers and onto his pants. He sighed, jerking himself through it despite the mess and imagining that it was you he was making a mess on. When the bliss cleared in his mind, he realized that you were still there on the other end, still breathing hard and presumably coming down from your own high.

There was silence for a few moments, and guilt weighed in his mind as he wiped his hand off on one of the spare tissues he kept in his car. You didn't speak either, too buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm, and your mind weighing heavy with sleep.

"Mingi?" You said finally, and he felt his heart drop into his stomach. "Will you come back? Don't wanna sleep alone."

He listened to your voice, so heavy with sleep, and so free of any concern about what had just happened. He wanted to argue that it was a bad idea, but despite everything, the two of you still felt so normal. He hummed.

"Give me a little bit, I'll be there soon." He promised, not mentioning that he needed to clean himself up and change his clothes before he could drive back. You didn't argue, just mumbled an okay, and a quiet 'I love you'. That was so normal for both of you, but this time it felt different, and Mingi had to wonder if that was all in his head.

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[gingerly-writing]

FLF: "I was trying to save your life," said the man, "though, I will admit that I didn't expect this result."

ooooooooooh now I really want to know what the result is!! I love how clean this line is and how many questions it generates (what was he saving them from? who is he speaking to? who is this man? what is the mystery result?)--it’s all so intriguing!

thank you for joining in with FLF!

[lgbtdatingblog]

Hi!!!! I'm Dean!!! I'm a closeted gay trans man looking for a boyfriend!!!! (girls and anyone under 18 do not interact please) I'm open to both long distance and polyamory!!!!

I love writing and video games!!!!! I'm starting to learn how to actually cook too!!!! I'm a Hellenic polytheist (believes in Greek Gods) so if that bothers you its probably best to not message me. Uhhhh I'm awkward but also an open book!!!!!

My tumblr is @dragonofthenorth0726!!!

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Hey ren!!! I know I haven't talked in a while but I just wanted to check in because Hurricane Laura's gonna hit tonight and it probably gonna Rough. Me and my family should be safe because my house is sturdy but still. I've prayed to Zeus for safety but I'm still a little nervous lol I'll check in soon!! Love you!!! -Dean

MY SON!!! Please please stay safe!!!! And def keep me updated!!! I’ll be praying to Big Poppa as well for everyone in the Hurricane’s path! And I’ll also be around if anyone needs someone to talk to! Love you too, my darling!!

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@dragonofthenorth0726

My best advice for fic writers?

Get thee an enabler.

By that, I mean that you should have a friend who will encourage you to write whatever makes you happy. 

Self-indulgent stuff you think no one else will like? They’ll devour it. 

You’ve stumbled into a new ship? They’ll send you all the prompts you could ever want.

Every fic writer should have someone like that.

[wandas-sunshine]

33 on the sensory prompts with Pietro please mx

Yes Sir!

Prompt: The feel of fingertips trailing over a bare shoulder blade

Character: Pietro Maximoff

A/N: This isn’t great but it is super domestic so if that’s your thing, eat up

Working as an Avenger wasn’t simple, not that anyone had ever said it would be. Some nights however, nights like this one, were better than others. Nights like this where the riffraff of the world had taken the night off. Training was as intense as ever, but now you were freshly showered, your muscles aching in the most satisfying way, and tucked comfortably into your boyfriend’s bed.

It was getting late as you waited for him to finish his own training session, and your eyelids were growing heavy with the threat of sleep. The light trying to filter through the curtains had turned from a gentle orange with the sunset to a deep, silvery blue that made the room feel all the more drowsy. Even so, you were firm in your determination to stay awake until Pietro got back.

Your battle against sleep was seconds from being lost when the door swung open a crack, a sliver of the bright light from the hallway cutting through the cool darkness you’d wrapped up in. Pietro slipped inside and shut the door. His hair was still damp from the shower he had taken after his training, and he made quick work of changing into a pair of boxers and sprawling his lean frame beside you on the bed.

You hummed softly and rolled onto your side to face him with a sleepy smile. Pietro was already looking at you, laying on his stomach with his cheek pressed to his pillow and his silver waves falling in front of cobalt eyes. Simply ethereal.

“Hi,” You whispered, reaching up to push his hair from his face. You played with the locks and listened to the sweet contented sighs that slipped past his lips.

“Hello. Did I wake you up?” He asked. You shook your head a little and traced your fingers down his neck.

“I just missed you. Wanted to say goodnight.” You said as he closed his eyes. Your fingers worked lightly, rubbing out the knots that had twisted his muscles. He was tense, but then again so were you after all of the intensive training. “I thought you were never coming back.”

“The training is kicking my ass.” He complained. His voice came out muffled, and he sounded a bit like a whiny child. You released a pity-filled giggle.

“I know baby, but you’re getting so much stronger.” You smiled and brushed your fingers down along the slope of his shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Piet.”

He was quiet, but you both knew he appreciated the praise and comfort. Your fingers moved in feather light touches along his shoulder blade, coaxing him swiftly towards the edge of sleep alongside you. Pietro closed his eyes and relaxed even further into the bed. Every brush of your hand along his back pulled him closer and closer to a proper night of rest.

“Love you, (Y/N).” He murmured in that groggy voice that always made you smile. You dipped your head and kissed his shoulder.

“I love you more. Now sleep.” You whispered. And before you could so much as finish your statement, Pietro was sound asleep beside you.

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