#god he’s such a baaaby

[ellekhen]

Hey, uhhh… cry about Spawn!Church with me?

…and here’s a bonus “This is fine 🥲🔥” face?

Relevant Fics:

When Your Mind’s Made Up [ONGOING]

Mirror, mirror [COMPLETE]

[elitehoe]

Nicholas Jackson in a pink suit incident. 500 dead. 1000 injured.

[momonyu]

love drunk

eustass kid x reader

kid is (extra) annoying when he's drunk

“say you love me” + kid for @saidbysae

1.2k words

a/n: i can't take credit for the ending bc i think it was a cliche post that was floating around here or twitter when i saw it a billion years ago. anyways i think kid is really soft and i luv him for that

if there's one thing you've learned about the kid pirates, it's that they definitely know how to party. and of all the rowdy, noisy, rambunctious pirates, the captain is the worst of them.

"heat, get me another!" kid yells from across the room.

"another glass?"

"no," he downs his jug and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. "another barrel!"

across the room, he spots you and when you shake your head, his mischievous grin gets even bigger and brighter. you're crazy, you mouth. he just laughs and winks in your direction, raising his empty glass in your direction.

it's going to be a long night.

and sure enough, it's in the wee hours of the morning that you're dragging him across the deck towards his room. somehow, he's managed to lose both his jacket and his shirt, but in the autumn air, his body is still running hot. you're practically sweating with his body pressed against yours.

"baaaby, i know i don't look'it but 'm drunk," kid slurs.

usually so clever when he's (mostly) sober, it's silly of him to state the obvious — so much so that you can't help but smile. "i know."

you plant a quick kiss on the arm slung around your shoulders. "let's call it a night, hm?"

kid whines, "nuh uh, no way. tonight, we party like kings!"

he pumps a fist in the air, but with the sheer amount of alcohol running through his veins, his arm goes a little limp in the air before unceremoniously falling like a wet noodle.

you can't help the guffaw that slips out of you — a laugh at how silly he looks — and he can't help but laugh at how silly you sound. in drunken stupor, laughter is exceptionally contagious, and before you know it, the two of you are doubled over, howling in laughter.

you fall into each other, one lover supporting the other, until you make eye contact with each other and the giggles start again. the sound of love fills the chilly night, easing from laughter to (mostly) steady breaths. sitting on the deck now, kid looks at you with a lovedrunk grin.

he looks up at you, "hey."

you winkle your nose at him, "what?"

"c'mere," he points to the spot next to him. "i have a secret t' tell ya."

you roll your eyes but crouch down anyway. "what?"

kid looks at you with excitement that can only be described as child-like. he's a brute with a bounty higher than children can count and yet, here he is, practically giddy with what he's about to tell you.

he pauses for dramatic effect.

"i love you."

he stares at you like this is the most ground-breaking revelation you'll hear in your entire life and — god dammit, if he isn't the most adorable thing in the world right now.

you take his face into your hands, squishing his cheeks in the way he hates when he's sober. "i know."

he pouts. "you have to say it back."

you smirk. "no."

"but i love you!"

"i know."

"why won't you say it back?"

kid looks so wonderfully confused, and you take a moment to commit this expression to memory. if you were a little nicer, you might put him out of his misery.

but you're not and you won't.

"because you're being annoying," you smile.

"but you love me!" kid points a finger at you. "say you love me!"

"don't wanna," you chuckle.

"say it," he deadpans. "or i'll jump ship right now."

you gawk at him.

"you wouldn't."

"i wouldn't? are you sure?" suddenly, kid springs up and starts walking to the edge of the boat. honestly, it's impressive how fast he's moving.

when the crew drinks, kid has done worse things under the influence of alcohol — but the difference between then and now is that there are no burly crewmates to rescue their captain. compared to kid, you are a tiny little thing and you don't stand a chance.

you look around for killer or heat or thatch — or anyone, really. kid cackles and you whirl around. with a raised eyebrow, he swings a leg over and straddles the railing.

you panic — one wrong move and the kid pirates are down a captain. you rush towards him.

"okay, okay, fine! i love you too!" you tug his arm, "now will you please come back here?"

"okay," he beams in victory. adrenaline dissipating, kid climbs down all clumsy with a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"'kay," his voice comes out happy and ditzy. "s'cold out here, take me somewhere warm now.

hand in yours, you lead him towards his bedroom and, thankfully, kid follows without any more shenanigans.

kid trails behind you and yawns, "'m tired."

a gentle smile graces your lips, "wanna go to bed?"

you turn back and kid almost trips over his feet. you're so pretty in the moonlight, and kid is overcome with an urge to kiss you. he catches up to you and snuggles against you (or as much as a 6ft man can cuddle someone your size).

"only if you're coming with," he declares.

"if i say no, are you going to fight me?"

"yuuuuup."

you've eventually made it to his room and it only takes you two seconds to make a decision. one wrong answer and you risk undoing all the work it took to get him here.

you open his door, "fine, i'll sleep with you tonight."

"ya hear that, boys?" he booms, and you gape at him. "i get to sleep with my baby tonight, bitches!"

you're moritified. you hiss at him as you quickly usher him inside, closing the door as fast as you can, all the while kid grins to himself. a smile stays etched on his red lips — a smile so hopelessly, stupidly, irrevocably, spellbound by love — as you struggle to strip him his stained clothes ("come on, let's just stay naked!") and into fresh pajamas ("do i have to put these on? can't we just stay na-" "no.")

finally, the two of you are tucked into bed, in clean clothes that smell like linen and lavender, cuddled under cozy covers. all is quiet in the captain's bedroom and it's not long before the exhaustion catches up to you. kid's chest is warm against you, and you let yourself fall aslee-

"hey."

you groan, "what?"

"i love you."

having already learned your lesson, you sigh.

"i love you too."

you pause, waiting for the follow-up mischief that will plague your attempts to sleep. but the only things that come are steady breathing and silence. satisfied, you return to your journey into dreamland.

until kid whispers, "hey."

you look up at him, so tired that you can barely manage to say, "what now?"

"will you marry me?"

he asks it so gently, so innocently, that you can't help but fall in love with him a little more than you already have. in the comfort of your solitude, in these quiet moments where it's just the two of you, this is when kid's love is the loudest.

he wraps an arm around you, pulls you closer to his heart, and you press your lips against his burning skin, right where his heart beats so fervently for you.

"idiot, i already did."

[rogersandclarke]

our stefon story

hey, seth! can i talk to you for a second? sure thing lorne, what’s up? great. so basically i’m a little worried about the st patrick’s day sketch. oh why is that, lorne?

by the way the writing style is like to recall clarice lispector, william s. burroughs, james joyce, and SHAKESPEARE. because it’s a play. and mindy kaling, because she wrote matt and ben.

oh why is that lorne? glad you asked. seth–your character–who is YOU–is not supposed to kiss stefon. you are supposed to kindly accept it but you are not supposed to kiss back. kiss back? i don’t think i kissed back. Yes you did. really? i didn’t think i was. like, i just was acting like seth meyers normally would. i’m supposed to be myself, right? look, that’s fine, but you can’t be too gay on tv. i already agreed to let you have the wedding next year, but we have to do it in the edit. seth meyers can’t show reciprocal affection on television, we have to gay-bait the audience!

wait, i just don’t understand. i was just sitting there. i didn’t kiss him. ummm yeah we’ll see about that. roll the tape!!!

(the tape plays and it shows seth and stefon making out for five minutes while the director yells cut and john mulaney taps them on the shoulder and asks them to stop. “this isn’t in my script,” he says with his broad nasal sound from st ignatius high school).

seth runs out of the building. “oh fuck!” he thinks. “i didn’t do that, did i?” he screams to the sky. I LOVE MY FIANCÉ! I KNOW SHE WILL GIVE BIRTH VERY FASR IN THE LOBBY, HOSPITAL, AND MY BATHRUB!

STEFON exits the theatre, and approaches seth

STEFON: Hey baby. are you okay?

SETH: No. Why are you calling me baby

STEFON: I always call you baby when we’re not on set. See?

STEFON shows SETH a voice memo on his phone.

STEFON (V.O.): Hi baby, I just wanted to send you a voice memo cause i’m walk to the club right now but i really think you should come through, because you would love the dancing lion drag show tonight. It’s at Wheels on the Bus go Round and Round. and the password is Row row row you boat. I love you baby I love dating you I want to get serious in this abandoned meat factory.

SETH: Oh god, the fucking meat factory.

STEFON: Are you remembering?

SETH: YES. IT HURTS.

STEFON: you always forget me, and i always have to remind you who we are.

SETH: …

SETH (Cont.): Do I love you?

STEFON: I don’t know.

STEFON puts his hands to his face. SETH grabs them and holds them.

SETH: I think I do.

30 Rockefeller Plaza gleams above them. Tourists gaze on

TOURIST: I love my new Iphone 3

STEFON and SETH stop kissing.

TOURIST: Hey Are you guys Sethon? Can I have an autograph?

SETH and STRFON nod. They grab the pen and sign a hundred dollar bill while holding the pen at the same time. they write MRS SETHON MEYERS <3

TOURIST NOW KNOWN AS GAY TOURIST: I love you guys, your romance is so special to the community. it made my dog less homophobic to me. she loves “your mother and i are separating.”

SETH: Thanks. I’m still learning. I actually haven’t left my woman yet, and I don’t intend to, But it’s okay.

SETH looks at STEFON.

STEFON: I guess so.

SETH: I don’t know what to do.

STEFON: I can’t blame you. I also have another boyfriend.

SETH: Did our lovemaking trip mean nothing to you?

They share a meaningful look.

STEFON: Let’s dance it out.

SETH: Toure right. let’s go to WEEE LITTLE BAAABY

[arvandus]

Caught Dancing - Barbatos x gn!reader

Special note: I'm hoping to continue this theme with the other OM characters; I was going to do it as one big post, but it would be too long, so they'll be posted individually over time.

Warnings: fluffy, flirty, with a side of humor; song lyrics are present in this and I have no regrets. 😎

Song: Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by Muse

Barbatos walked steadily down the length of the hallway, eager to return to where he’d left you.  You’d offered support in some of the cleaning today, but he had to step away for a moment to deal with some unexpected guests.  He only hoped you hadn’t wandered too far, your innocent feet taking you to dangerous, unfamiliar places within the demon lord’s castle.

But his fears were quickly assuaged before he even reached the open double doors of the room you occupied.  The sound of upbeat music met his ears, and above that, the sound of your singing voice.

“You’re just too good to be true,

Can’t take my  eyes off of you,

You feel like heaven to touch

I wanna hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I’m alive...”

Barbatos’s steps slowed as he reached the room.  Curiously, he looked in and froze momentarily.

You were dancing around the room, the cleaning supplies set off to one side and a broom in your hand.  Your DDD was the source of the music, the volume loud enough to drown out any signs of his approach.  Between your singing, cleaning, and dancing, it was no wonder that you were entirely oblivious to his presence.

Not that he minded... the sight of you swaying your hips and gesturing with your arms as you sang the lyrics allowed him to appreciate your attractiveness in a way he usually never got to experience before.  A small grin tugged at his lips and he leaned gently against the doorframe, his chin pensively held in his fingers as he watched you.

The song built into a crescendo, the loud guitar and drums building, and you played air guitar on the broom, your head banging back and forth to the beat before breaking out into the chorus.

“I love you baaaby,

And if it’s quite alright, I need you babyyy

To warm the lonely nights, I love you, baaaby

Trust in me when I saaayyy

Oh, pretty baaaaby

Don’t bring me down, I pray

Oh pretty baaaby

Now that I’ve found you, stay

And let me love you, baaaaby

Let me-“

Your turned and froze with wide eyes as you finally saw him.  Your words evaporated on your tongue as the song continued to play and Barbatos could practically smell the panic emanating from you.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, and Barbatos suppressed the full smile that threatened to betray his amusement.

“B-Barbatos!! How, uh... how long were you there??”

“Long enough to witness your impressive air guitar skills,” he replied.

Embarrassment transformed every inch of your body and the broom fell to the ground as you covered your face with your hands.

Barbatos chuckled and pushed off the doorframe and entered the room. He closed the distance between you and picked up the broom. “An interesting music choice for cleaning,” he commented.

“Sorry, sorry, it helps me focus. I was hoping to finish the room before you got back...”  You quickly moved towards your phone, but Barbatos’s hand caught you by the wrist.

“Do calm down, you act as if you’re about to be punished.” he said wryly.

Your eyes widened and he could feel your pulse quicken beneath his fingertips.  If Barbatos didn’t know any better, he might have suspected his comment had had an unintended yet pleasant effect on you.  He suppressed a grin, his butler mask remaining firmly in place.

Still, he couldn’t help the way his thumb caressed across the soft skin where your pulse fluttered as he gently pulled you closer to him. You followed willingly until your body was inches from his.

“I enjoyed your music. And I enjoyed your singing,” he said gently.

You smiled and glanced down at your feet before looking back up at him.  “Thanks. I guess I didn’t think it was your style, that’s all... you’ve always seemed more like the classical music type.”

Barbatos smiled mischievously. “I am nearly as old as the Devildom.  There is much you have yet to learn about me.”

You nodded in understanding. Your gaze focused on Barbatos’s hold on you for a moment before you spoke.  “Well... I’d like to learn more.  About you, I mean...”

Barbatos cocked his head to the side thoughtfully, considering, before he finally spoke.  “Tell me... do you enjoy heavy metal?”

[beesonhoneytoast]

Due to popular nobody’s demand (no pun intended), I give you…

Colby Brock x Kingdom Hearts nerd!reader

⚠️ Contains spoilers for Kingdom Hearts⚠️

👑 Yapping about theories on the games

“So what do you think is in the box? The one presented by Luxu?”

“I think Darkness- like the actual force. In its own manifestation.”

🗝️ Yapping about their predictions for Missing Link and KH4

“Is Sora gonna be able to get out of Quadratum? Or is that just where he lives now? Like, is he tied to that realm now?”

“Nah, he’s gotta get outta there one way or another. I mean come on, he’s fucking Sora!”

💙 Discussing their favorite characters and doing deep dives on them

and why xemnas is so hot

Huh who said that 🤨

🏰 Absolutely play the games together and try to get the secret fights n cutscenes

“We are SO getting that cutscene, babe.”

*dies instantly*

“… Yep we’re having roast duck tonight-“

“Colby no-“

🌕 Someone gets a kh related gift for the holidays or a birthday (at LEAST one gift)

“NO WAY! You got me the official plushie? Wasn’t that like- fifty, sixty bucks?”

“Don’t worry about it, babe. You know I’ve got plenty of money. Might as well spoil my baby~”

“You’re the best :(“

💛 Posting each other on their stories w a KH quote when longing for the other

thinking of you, wherever you are 💙

“Babe I’m literally right next to you—“

👑 KH themed fits ALWAYS

“Really Colbs? A Kairi fit?”

“Yup. And I’m gonna match with you.”

“You’re lucky I love you. And I’m a Kingdom Hearts lover too. 🙄”

🗝️ Speaking of clothes, Halloween costumes would always slay with the two of you.

“What are your costumes?”

“Roxas and Xion from Kingdom Hearts!”

“Wow I haven’t played those games in forever.” -Jake probably

💙 SCREAMING Hikaru Utada songs at any point

“WHEN YOU WALK AWAY, YOU DON’T HEAR ME SAY—“

“PLEEEEEEAASE, OH BAAABY, DON’T GO—“

“SIMPLE AND CLEAN IS THE WAY THAT YOU’RE MAKIN ME FEEEEEEL TONIIIIGHT—“

“IT’S HAAAARD TO LET IT GO-“

“I live in a fucking crackhouse. 🧍🏼‍♂️” -Sam

🏰 Matching tattoos? Matching tattoos 🙂‍↕️

“Are we really doing this, Colbs?”

“Of course, baby. You mean the world to me. Why wouldn’t I want something of you on my skin?”

“But what if we…”

“Break up? That’s okay. We can make the tattoo small enough so that if you want a coverup, you can get one.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t wanna do something huge if—and God forbid—that did happen.”

🌕 Listening to Kingdom Hearts theory podcasts

“Is that Landi?”

“Yes!”

“Who’s he on with this time?”

“A guy who goes by theXVNDER.”

(That’s right I plugged my best friend on a Colby Brock post GO FOLLOW XANDER ON EVERYTHING)

💛 Your wedding (which WILL happen)

You’re walking down the aisle to Dearly Beloved

Colby’s crying, you’re crying, Sam’s crying, hell everyone’s crying

Your first dance would be Sanctuary (Ending cos I think that one is the softer version)

Cake is shaped like a paopu fruit

That’s all for this post, I think I covered just about everything I could think of for being in a relationship with Colby as a Kingdom Hearts fan like him. I myself am a Kingdom Hearts fan and was so so happy that he is too. If you’re a Kingdom Hearts fan as well, let me know and maybe tell me your favorite game or character(s)!

[cinnamonanddean]

Some thoughts (that no one asked for) about the end of s3/beginning of S4 of Smallville, in vaguely chronological order:

Every bit of Memoria had me yelling at the screen. I think I said "BAAAby" every time Lex was in a scene.

Yes to Lex smashing the tank to rescue Clark, but BOOOO to them not letting us see him actually get him out/carry him. I imagine it's because Michael Rosenbaum probably could not have lifted Tom Welling, but they could have at least had him stagger a few steps and collapse. I'm sure someone's written a fic or ten. I just might have to as well.

Not to harp on about the same scene again, but Clark's weak little "Lex, help me" made me want to chew off my own foot.

The s3 Clex breakup took me out at the fucking knees 😭 I don't know how I'm going to survive the actual one.

Of all the gratuitous shower scenes we got in this string of episodes, I think the one I was most shocked by was Lionel 😦 I was not prepared at all.

Indiana Jones villain!Lex was a fucking DELIGHT. Nothing like a baddie in an all white suit. He was sweating and so was I 🥵🥵🥵

I like Lois and I like Erica and Tom's chemistry right off the bat, but they are trying to pass this fully grown woman off as a high school student??? She comes off as at least Lex's age, it's absolutely preposterous to be wedging her into Clark's senior year.

The real reason I started watching Smallville at all was to get to Jensen's season, but I don't believe in skipping seasons of a show I haven't watched. I've really enjoyed it so far, but now that he's actually on-screen it's even better omg Jason Teague you are everything to me, creepy student-teacher relationship be damned.

Speaking of which, my god does Lana have some questionable taste in men. Like I love Jason and Lex, but girl please stop dating grown adult men.

Also speaking of which, boy howdy were they setting up Lexana all the way in s3? Wiping the dirt off her face? Sitting that close on the couch and touching her back? They even pointed it out in the podcast: Lex, you're already the weirdo hanging out with high school kids, don't make it worse. (I still love you though, you poor damaged babygirl)

How are we in s4 and getting MORE high school?? Football? It's like they forgot to do any of the cliché stuff for the first three seasons and had to cram it all in before they graduate. Really feels like a step backwards. Also Jonathan's attitude about Clark playing is so bitchy, just let him live, man.

We have a whole (albeit somewhat silly) episode about devotion and doing anything for the love of your life in which Lex also does EVERYTHING POSSIBLE to get Clark back?? Screaming crying throwing UP.

[bloodibambiidoll]

DOLLY OH MY GOD EVERLASTING SWEETHEART AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT THE WAY I STARTED THIS ON MY LUNCH BREAK AND COUDLNT FINISH IT UNTIL RN WHEN I GOT OUT OF WORK & READ THE LAST OF IT IN MY CAR.

The sex spectacular so fucking hit my 🐱 throbbing SOS HORNY AT WORK

THE PLOT TWIST UM HELLO?! Didn’t see that coming

“I’m going to be a pop pop?” JUST TAKE MY HEART ALREADY OOF

I’m obsessed 😩😩😩

Ommmg baaaby!!! I’m sososososo glad you liked it!!! I’m literally so in love with him, he’s my husband, these are my babies truly. I LOVE DALE, I wish he was my dad fr. I took the delulu to another level giving myself a good dad with this one LMAO. I’m going to write a part 2 about these two, with their BABYYYY. I also was going crazy and I left two spicy scenes out so you guys are getting deleted scenes too.👀🤭🖤💝

[aajjks]

oh baaaby, but he made sure i gave him his baths did he not? had i not played hard to get he would have popped a baby in me quicker then you could spread your legs for a dollar 😮‍💨 maybe had you been a maid, you’d have the baby you so desperately want, yeah?

this is all jokes!!! 😭

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

[l13]

cod twt visuals part 3

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, f!reader, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk

CHARACTERS: ghost, soap, gaz, alejandro, price, könig, keegan

If the links don't work for you try logging in on twt, or opening the links from your phone's browser

ghost

❥ ghost bouncing you up and down his cock while you take a shower together- it started out innocent enough, with you just washing each other, but as his hand brushed past your breasts, his cock immediately twitched, hardening fast against your belly and he cursed under his breath, apologizing nd saying that he ruined a soft moment- but you just shake your head, "I've been wet for a while now.. you're so pretty Simon," he almost LOOOOOSES his mind

❥ anal with ghost:)

❥ p sure this one was also in a previous part but it's sOOOO GOOODDDDD like this is exactly how i envision ghost would fuck, holding you by the waist, with your back arched, nd all you can do is moan<33 "Jeeesus.. fuckin' look at you,"

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soap

❥ THISSSS BUT HE'S WEARING HIS GHOST MASK yeah, no yeah. goes absolutely feral when you start throwing your ass back at him, "Oh fuck, baby yeah..." "Get that dick,"

❥ soap doing what he does best- sucking your tits and fingering you at the same timee, loves when you grab him by the hair and angle his head upwards, so that you can push your mouth against his, panting against his lips as you make out, hips grinding down on his fingers "Fuckin' love these tits, fuuck,"

❥ riding soap:(((( he's being such a good boy for once and lets you take charge<3

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gaz

❥ kyle is a certified pussy eater and i won't hear anything different- he LIVES to go down on you, sucking and lapping at your cunt with a smirk on his face. Sometimes when he feels a lil cheeky he'll try to talk to you without pulling back- and his words get all muffled, and it's the lewdest thing ever, "S fcking goodmmf baaaby, God." "Why do you taste so good, huh?"

❥ he loooves touching you over your panties that's it that's the post

❥ yup yup yup

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alejandro

❥ he's a groaner and we all know this

❥ no but imagine you rile him up so bad that he gets fucking rough with you, fucking you dumb till you stop being a brat- making sure to grab you by the throat the minute you start running your mouth again

❥ more rough alejandro omfg.🤭

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price

❥ you ALREADY KNOWWWW side fucking with price<33333

❥ price fucking you in the car immediately after you come and pick him up from the base after mooonths of not seeing each other:( "Christ, I missed you honey.." "Did you miss me, hm? Miss this cock?"

❥ SAME VID AS IN THE FIRST PART I THINK, but some of yall cant open it so maybe you can from this one<3

❥ try not to get caught fucking on base with price FAILED again bc of how loud you're both moaning, and he still thinks y'all are being careful 💀 pls (ghost is literally traumatized and avoids eye contact with you at all costs)

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könig

❥ please, PLEASE let könig fuck your thighs, he'll go feral omfg

❥ not a visual, but könig touching himself nd thinking about you???? yeah you best believe he's loud af. Pretty baby almost cries when he makes himself cum, all the while thinking that it's your pussy that's taking it all in<3

❥ könig always makes sure he preps you well, and what better way than to use his mouth??

bonus

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keegan

❥ keegan can never help himself whenever he wakes up next to you, you just look too fucking good- his cock hardening at the sight of you, still naked from the night before and he curses, his hands sliding down your back to cup your ass, whispering against your neck "Wake up baby.. I need you,"

❥ no cause why would keegan do this?? he's a fucking menace i just know it

❥ he would have cum inside you anyway, but the fact that you asked for it? it makes his mind fog up, literally can't think of anything else besides you and how fucking good your pussy feels around his cock<3

<3

[mrs-march-ahs]

Kai's Desperate Need For Just One More Messiah

Summary- The holidays is when you got along best with the father of your kids, Kai. Although you were no longer a couple, during the happy holidays it was hard to not get sucked back into your old lifestyle, of letting Kai do whatever he wants to you with no consequences.

Warnings- SMUT, coersion, dub-con because unprotected sex, p in v, breeding. Kai Anderson being manipulative tbh. Reader doesn't get to orgasm because Kai's not a feminist. Words- 1200. It's kind of short actually!

i began writing this to be posted on the 4th July, but that didn't happen hahah, close enough, right?

Enjoy :)

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The two of you didn’t work as a couple, since Kai was so focused on dominating the world and you were so focused on raising your kids; you clashed. But that didn’t stop you from doing this every holiday. Kai would always be home on Christmas, New Years, Thanksgiving, all of it. And it’s hard to keep up the loving-family Christmas charade without having sex with the father of your kids.

It was the same today, on the 4th of July. After a long day of Kai delusionally celebrating his country with cake, balloons, and stories to keep the kiddos entertained, he managed to remind you that he does have good qualities. Like how good he is at giving you head.

“God Kai”, you whimpered out breathily. Kai scooped up your arousal with his bottom lip, attaching his mouth to your clit and tugging on it. You wriggle your hips unintentionally, pushing yourself against his face, knowing Kai’s dominance wouldn’t let you push his face to you any closer. But, today, he doesn’t punish your excessive movement and slathers his tongue against your entrance, spreading your lips evenly for him and sucking at your clit when he gets up to it.

Kai’s strong arms stayed wrapped around your thighs, with his fingers tightly gripping your thighs to stop you from squirming away from him. He lapped up your pussy, circling around your clit making your thighs spasm. You whined his name, overwhelmed from his experienced oral, and innocently put your hands on top of his. Kai loosens his fingers from around your thighs and takes your much smaller hands in his calloused ones.

With one moan that sounds too loud for Kai, he stops, giving your clit one last strong tug before going up to your face and rubbing against your crotch with his still clothed tense bulge.

He kisses you, and although you grimace initially, you kiss him back, knowing how much saliva exchange arouses him. For Kai, the filthier, the better.

You wrap one of your arms around his shoulder, sliding to his neck, holding him close as he kisses you. On his other side, you wave around your hand near the bed stand, blindly finding the top drawer and pulling it out. Kai puts his much stronger hand on yours and brings it closer to him, in protest. He begins to kiss your neck to distract you, letting go of your wrist by his side.

“No no, this is a decision we have to discuss, Kai-”, you moan as he continues sucking on your soft neck in all the places he already knows you like. “Either you wear a condom or… or”, you hesitate, not being able to focus.

“Or what?”, Kai cockily whispers against your neck. He pulls his boxers down slightly, letting his erection spring freely, before gently taking your hand again. He brings it down his body and strokes himself with your hand, making you lose your train of thought even more than before. You don’t hesitate touching him, feeling so turned on with the reminder of how big he is that words get lost in the air.

“Baaaby”, he drags out a moan. “Don’t deny me, the pleasure… of pounding into you”.

He sucks at your collarbone and you lean your head back for him obediently, giving him more room to roam. “Of filling you up to the brim”, he kisses down your chest as he speaks, before returning to your face. He places a kiss on your chin before mumbling his lewd thoughts against your lips. “Of shoving my fingers into you after and feeling the creampie”. He moans between his breaths as you stroke him close to your pussy. “Being able to feel how much I’ve marked you”, his words come out in breathy moans so soft they’re barely audible.

You knew Kai didn’t like wearing condoms; you had three kids together. And despite not being in a relationship, since you lived together, there were many moments of weakness you had to him. You could talk to other men all you wanted, flirt with them if you really wanted, but nobody knew your body as well as Kai did. And even after a date or three, it was him you came home to.

“Kaiii”, you whined. You knew you should protest and stand your ground, but as he started to jerk his hips into your hand, you felt yourself getting weaker.

When you parted your lips to speak, Kai kissed them shut, and slid his knee between your closed legs, spreading them for him. He lined himself up with your entrance, but didn’t abandon your lips, leaving them pressed against you in case you dared to speak.

He pushed his cock against you, lightly getting stuck at your tight hole, before pressing the tip in. You exhaled softly against Kai’s lips as he slowly slid his length in, not stopping until he was in fully, nuzzled against the back wall of your pussy.

You clamp around him like you never want him to leave. He slides in and back out a couple of times, softly, allowing you to feel every inch of him. You moan breathily against his lips.

He stops kissing you, not even the control master himself being able to resist the way you feel around him, pushing into you faster. He slides his hand down your side and thigh, pulling it up from the bed. You obey, sliding both of your legs up slowing and wrapping around his waist, unintentionally moving them in rhythm with his thrusts, pushing him to go deeper. Always, always deeper.

Kai’s parted lips breathe groans against yours, turning you on immensely. You had to start taking control of yourself, your own body and your own decisions. You had to prove to Kai that he didn’t have you wrapped around his finger, and that he couldn’t just show up whenever to put even more kids into you. But your kids were the last things that you were going to think about right now.

You scooped your arms under Kai’s strong biceps and put your hands on his back. You looked up at him in awe, as his eyebrows were scrunched and his head was facing forward, pounding into you, beginning to get too caught up in the pleasure for a solid rhythm.

The slaps against your thighs and squelching pussy fill the room and throw Kai over the edge, letting a huge load into you, but not stopping until your breathy moans of his name become begs and whines to pause.

He pulls out of you ever so carefully, before quickly plunging his fingers deep back into you, curling them up and almost vibrating them inside you. You gasp equally from pleasure as pain as he unintentionally grazes your gspot in his assault. He curls his fingers in you to hear the sound of your soaking dripping pussy, leaking out his seed. He scoops it up with his fingers before shoving them back in, stuffing you with his load as deep as his fingers go.

You whimper and whine breathlessly, exhausted and covered in sweat, as Kai doesn’t give up his attack on your pussy.

He holds himself up with one arm above your face, watching you try to catch your breath. Kai smirks and whispers.

“What’s one more hm?”

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man idk what's going on with half of this taglist to be honest. please do let me know to be added or taken away, or if you changed your username

guess this is the first baby you have with kai that's not born on 16th september FJKSDJFS

[yoonpobs]

jungkook + tiddy fucking 😳🤪 in which he’s been wanting to try it for a while but was afraid you wouldn’t like that ,, then some day he’s kinda desperate and can’t stop staring at your chest only clad in a tiny top or something and just hAS TO GO FOR IT 😩

"Baby, baby," Jungkook pouts, clinging onto your arm as you glare at him.

"Jungkook, wait, I'm literally almost done," you sigh, shrugging him off as you attempt to finish your book while you shield your eyes from the blazing sun above you.

Your boyfriend continues to sulk above you as he shifts in his cross-legged position.

The beach is relatively quiet despite it being the peak of summer. You attribute it to the fact that it's only seven am and most people were sleeping in. Most people almost included Jungkook but you didn't let him get another minute in when you were dragging him out of bed, insisting that you made the most out of an empty beach.

So you assume he's pouting because of that, and not because of anything else. He tends to get like this whenever you were caught in your own world while he was left to fend for himself. It was endearing, really.

But when you were approaching the final climax of the story, you didn't appreciate it that much.

"I can't—babe," he whines, immediately crawling over you as he effectively blocks the sun for you. "I can't. I have a problem."

You lower the book to level him with an unimpressed glare as he continues to sulk.

"Go fix it yourself," you tell him.

"Baaaby," he groans, finally deciding that this was it before he snatches the book out of your hand. You gasp, half-ready to chew him out, but when he grinds his hips into your pelvis, you're gasping for another reason.

"What—you're hard?" you hiss, even if you feel the telltale signs of arousal dampen your bikini bottoms.

"No fucking shit," he snaps, impatiently tugging at your bikini top to undo the strings as your eyes widen. "Look at how fucking tiny these are. The fuck. Why are you even wearing them?"

"Because I don't want to get arrested for public indecency, Jeon," you scowl, but it's half-hearted at best when he leans down to capture your mouth into a searing kiss.

"Fuck, I don't care. I need you," he pants.

You push him away with a glare, but his eyes are attached to your newly exposed chest, uncaring about the fact that his girlfriend was annoyed.

"Really," you say dryly.

"Can I fuck your tits?"

Suddenly, you're given whiplash as Jungkook peers down at you with the widest eyes possible, and it's insane that he looks so ... shy, when his hard cock against your thigh says otherwise.

The idea has your pussy clenching around nothing, wetness immediately coating your bottoms as you internally scowl at being so weak for your damned boyfriend.

You're about to be the voice of reason, but when your eyes briefly glance behind him to only spot another couple on the beach, far away from you and with a tree blocking you from them—you find yourself giving in.

"Fine," you snap, even if you're pushing yourself up into a kneeling position, making Jungkook's eyes bulge out of his sockets as he falls backwards onto his back.

"Oh my God, really?" he asks excitedly, and you nearly roll your eyes at his enthusiasm before you're pulling his trunks down to expose his already hard cock.

Before he can say anything else, you're letting one glob of spit onto the crown of his dick as he groans from his position, head thrown back in ecstasy when you take him in your mouth to get him harder until you were pleased.

"B-Baby, wait—"

You're still annoyed, but undoubtedly turned on, so you take things into your own hands as you envelop his hard cock in between the lumps on your chest as he chokes on his saliva, fingers immediately carding through your hair.

"Like this, baby?" you murmur, innocently peering up at him as he gawks at you, jaw slackened in pleasure when you open your mouth to suck at his tip whenever he'd thrust upwards.

"Fuck yeah," he grunts, "Fuck. I love your tits. Fuck."

You're pleased with the fact that you've reduced Jungkook into a moaning mess, and it's even hotter that he doesn't care that the two of you were on a beach with the possibility of being caught. Usually, it was Jungkook who called the shots in the bedroom (not that you were complaining). So him surrendering his pleasure to you definitely has your pussy crying for reprieve.

"You're so hard," you marvel, kitten-licking his cock as he groans louder, fucking in between your tits harder. Your spit along with his precum is enough to have him smoothly thrusting, especially when you squeeze your tits tighter around his length in the way you know he likes.

"Fuck, you're a dream come true," he sighs, his hips working on his own accord as you feel him twitch against your tongue.

"Cum down my throat and make me cum after," you demand.

"Anything for you, shit," he gasps, "Fucking hell."

[missallsundaes]

Part 2 of the buggy x reader please? :^)

Listen okay this made me feel things. Also? His devil fruit? so good for sexy situations. ;o)

PART 2 - Buggy x Reader (NSFW)

(Continued using NB reader. Used Vague language for things but the reader is definitely the bottom here.)

You pulled your captain backwards into his bed by the front of his shirt, letting him fall on top of you. His bright blue hair cascaded down around your face, his body pressed against yours.

“Kiss me you dumb clown,” You laughed, leaning up to meet his face before he could protest, and locking your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss, feeling his round red nose pressed to yours, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss with his tongue.

He pulled back and grasped your thighs with his hands, “You know you’re going to pay for the clown comment,” He said with a glint in his eye, as he spread your legs and pressed his body against yours, rubbing his body against yours. You could feel your arousal growing deep inside you, and felt his cock grow strained against his pajamas, pressing against you.

“Buggy, baaaby,” You moaned softly, “I was teasing! You know I love you, Captain.”

Calling him Captain in bed, boy did you know his weak points and just when to hit them. He leaned backwards to sit on the bed and pulled you on top of him, and now you could feel his entire length against your backside as he pulled you close and grinded against you, kissing and biting at your neck, your moans egging him on to bite and suckle at your neck, leaving little hickeys and welts.

You growled and pushed him over onto his back, pulling off what little clothes you had managed to put back on after your bath, pulling off his shirt next and kissing down his chest, scooting your body down the bed as you trailed down his body with kisses until you reached the waistband of his bottoms, tugging them down with your teeth, letting his cock escape and bob freely in the air of the cabin.

You wrapped your lips greedily around the tip, sliding your tongue expertly across his glands, stimulating exactly where you know he liked it. It wasn't a moment before you felt it come apart from his body, something you weren’t surprised by, Buggy liked to use his powers in.. interesting ways during sex. Not to mention he could control how fast and deep it went independently like this, using your mouth like his own personal sex toy always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. You felt his arms lift you in the air, too preoccupied with your task to wonder if he was using his devil fruit for that as well, though that didn’t matter as you felt his tongue against you, lapping at your sex hungrily. You moaned into his dick, feeling your saliva drip down your chin as he fucked your face. His tongue working expertly on you, making you louder, making you rock your hips against his face. Frantic movements as you wanted to feel the release of your orgasm, but he pulled you away before you could cum, and pulled his dick from your mouth at the same time, leaving your orgasm on the cusp and your mouth feeling empty.

“Buggyy, whyyy,” you whined, hips rocking forward trying to meet his face again, desperate to hit the top of your high.

“I told you that you’d pay for that,” he said curtly, tossing you gently backwards into the bed, lifting your legs and positioning them on his shoulders. “But I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was husky and deep, laced with his arousal, you wondered if he had cut off his own orgasm as well. In one swift move he slid into you, deep from the angle of your legs against his body. You hadn’t even noticed when he got his cock back into the right spot on his body but god did you not care. This is all you wanted right now, to feel so full and absolutely fucked by your Captain.

It didn’t take long before you were both close to your peaks again, his dick hitting you just right, and combined with his hands on you, touching just the right places to tease you, turning you into putty for him.

“Captain I’m close,” You moaned, wanting a little power back over him as he clouded your head from the pleasure he was giving you.

“Cum for me then, tell me how much you love fucking my dick,” He growled, biting your leg as he continued to pump into you.

You moaned out, repeating his request, “I need it, I love your cock Captain,” you managed to squeak out before your orgasm erupted, as you rocked your hips against him. He moaned back, pumping into you a final few times before letting his seed off inside you.

You both collapsed into the bed, curling up against Buggy’s chest, running your fingers through his sparse blue chest hairs.

“So tell me again why you’re upset I woke you from your nap?”

[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

hickey prank...gone wrong

y/n wanted to prank the avengers for forgetting to hide a hickey she got from a 'mysterious boy' after she finished pranking them and telling them its fake, peter came in and NOT so subtly asked her when he did that since they're secretly dating

pairing: peter x stark!reader

status: secretly dating

y/n's pov

ive been watching a lot of youtube lately, it literally became my best friend, i scrolled through my recommendations and found a 'hickey prank' video, i smiled to myself already knowing im about to do it, and clicked on the video

It was a girl pranking her parents for getting a hickey, i watched the girl make the fake hickey on her neck, and i was considering to ask peter to do one for me that would be more entertaining but that would obviously backfire if i couldnt wipe it out

so i didnt ask him, another thing is that peter and i have been secretly dating for around a month now, my dad, tony stark, strictly told peter that i am off limits but were still dating and its been the best month ever.

anyways, i opened my vanity drawer and got my eye shadow pallet, i decided on a spot to make the 'hickey' and started adding dark colored eye shadow to make it look believable, the end result looked pretty good, and i know that from experience ;)

it ws on the right side of my neck right below my ear, i opened my two braids to cover the 'hickey' took my phone to record this i already know chaotic experience since this is the avengers we're talking about and left my room while i was walking in the hallway i got a text from peter saying:

MY baby 🥰🧸: coming in 15! xx

I squealed from excitment coz its been a week since ive seen him because of his exams and everything but back to the prank

i walked inside our kitchen/living room and the avengers were scattered everywhere since they just finished a mission and now theyre hungry af, perfect

i snuck my phone behind a bowl of fresh fruits and acted normally trying to contain my nervousness and excitement

"hey guys!" i said looking at the kitchen island that filled with delicious hot meals, yumm

"hey sweetie" dad said kissing my cheek, and everybody mumbled a 'hey' since they're too busy stuffing theyre mouths with food

"hows the mission?" i asked curiously, thor, sam and scott completely ignored me trying to stuff everything in, nat and wanda were talking about how stupid one of the men were for flirting with them and comepletely beat the shit out of him for makig inappropriate comment, my girls I thought and steve, dad, bruce, and bucky answered my question

they've always had a soft spot for me and hated whenever i got ignored, i smile at them grateful that they didnt ignore me even though i wouldnt get mad i mean im also starving

i continued on eating arguing with sam on who will get the biggest slice of the chocolate cake wanda made, but then i remembered i came here to do the prank so i decided its time

i looked infront of me checking if my phone is still recording and it was, its been recording for 8 minutes now so i excused myself from the table to go 'get some fruit'

i quickly grabbed an apple and rerecorded the video, "so what do you guys wanna do? peters coming in a few" i said taking my hair and secured it behind my ear, its been exposed its been exposed omg omg omg i tried to calm down a bit coz in any second someone could spot my 'hickey'

"oh, we could have a movie night, you know, coz peter finished school so we should celebrate" my dad said looking at me then looking back at his food but looked at me again eyes widened, he spotted it ABORT MISSION OMG OMG

I looked down at my food trying not to run from the glare hes giving me

"y/n?" my dad asked, his tone has never been this serious before, oh shit

"y-yes" i squeecked god pull it together y/n, its not real

"what is that on your neck" he pointed out, which grabbed everyones attention, great, all eyes were on me, steve, bucky and bruce widened their eyes shocked, wanda and nat were smirking, sam, scott, and clint were laughing their asses off while thor looked as clueless as a baby

i was sitting at the center of the table and i just wanted to sink in and get absorbed my the marble walls

"w-what do you mean?" i asked 'confused' i grabbed nats phone that was between us, opened the camera and gasped trying to act surprised and scared "I-I uhhh" I let go of my hair so it can cover it again "I-I burned my self while curling my hair" I nervously blurted out, wow I'm a great actress

"that does not look like a burn young lady what is that?" Steve buts in, anger literally fuming from his ears and eyes Bucky glaring at me trying to think of every boy I've ever interacted with

"I curled my hair uncle Steve!" I replied rolling my eyes

"THAT IS NOT A BURN HUN THATS A HICKEY" my dad got out of his chair clearly getting angrier by the second

"ITS NOT DAD, YOU THINK I COULD HOOK UP WITH BOYS WHEN IM BEING WATCHED 24/7?" I shot back standing as well, everybody gasped

"what is a hickey if I may interrupt"

"SHUT UP" the rest of the team said clearly enjoying this

"I wanna know who's D y/n got" Sam said laughing

"was he at least good?" Nad asked smirking

"please tell me you used protection" Wanda asked concerned

"WHO IS IT" all three of them said

"NO ONE!" I shouted

"why is he that important that you have to be so secretive of him?" Bucky suddenly blurts out tightening his fists so hard his knuckles could pop out

"maybe he's special" nat smirked

"y/n" my dad said in a warningly tone "if you don't tell us who this idiot is I swear I'm gonna let Bruce turn into the hulk and smash every boys house that you've ever interacted with" I felt like that was enough, and obviously got everyone's attention, I tried to contain my laughter coz they're faced are just hilarious waiting for me to tell them who it is

"it's....it's...a-a..A PRANK!" I laughed, everybody looked at me speechless clearly not buying it

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS A PRANK THERE'S STILL A HICKEY ON YOUR NECK" my dad shouted

"yeah a FAKE one" I took the wipe from my back pocket, wiping my 'hickey' and gestured to the smudged make up "SEE??" I laughed

Steve, Bucky, Bruce and my dad looked relieved, nat, Scott, Wanda, Clint, and Sam looked...disappointed?? And Thor was still clueless as ever, I walked to the counter to stop recording

"YOU WERE RECORDING?" Wanda scoffed

"do not do that to us a again young lady I was gonna get a heart attack" Steve warned leaving the table

"doll" Bucky said and I looked at him "if I ever see a boy with you this close" he gestured between him and I "I will squish their face and pull his brains out with my bare hand" he warned

and for a second I thought of Peter, I swear he's gonna get killed if they know what 'helping him study' and 'looking after me' means I just rolled my eyes at their stupid behavior

"so y/n didn't get any D yesterday? Poor thing" Sam laughs

"SAM I SWEAR YOUR NEXT ON THE LIST" dad said walking out of the kitchen

"for the first time in forever IM glad this was a prank coz the poor boy would've been dead just by the glares he'll get" I laughed shaking my head after the hilarious prank we cleaned up the kitchen island

"ok guys I'm gonna go to my room to clean this...mess" I gestured to my neck full of smudged make up

"hey guys, what did I miss?" Peter walked in the living room a few minutes after i left

"oh just y/n being y/n, she'll tell you what happened" Scott laughed which confused Peter but he ignored it m opened the fridge to get a snack and go to your room,

like I said it's been a week since he's seen you so he was very excited to kiss you hug you and just shower you with affection...in secret obviously

he knocked on my door doing our secret pattern and barged into my room

"HEY PETER" I almost shouted jumping onto him crossing my legs on his torso and snuggling my headphones to his neck

"hey baaaby" he whispered kissing my temple

"ITS BEEN AGES" I whisper shouted

"that it has" he whispered back finally connecting his lips with mine, And slowly walked to the bed, he sat down which resulted in me straddling his lap

"I missed you" I mumbled hovering his lips a bit

"I missed his more" his voice was lower than usual which made my hormones go haywire, he started pampering me with kisses

"I *kiss* miss *kiss* you *kiss* so *kiss* fucking *kiss* much" he said

"oh since when does innocent Peter Parker swear" i teased looking at his eyes

"since I've dated you" he shot back "when I started dating you, you made me feel and become like a normal horny teenage boy" he kissed me again

"well, im glad you feel...normal" I laughed, he started kissing my neck again and unfortunately my dad was walking past my bedroom at the time

"is this a bruise or just a very messy hickey I gave you, coz if it is I better fix it" he smirked already knowing it's not his but just finding an excuse to do one on me

"oh it's just a prank I did to the team which thankfully I recorded so you can see it"

"how bout I make it a real one?" He smirked

"Yes plea-"

"WHAT?" my dad barged in PERFECT TIMING DAD

"PETER BENJAMIN FUCKING PARKER YOU HAVE 3 SECONDS TO LEAVE THIS COMPOUND BEFORE I FRENCH FRY THAT WHAT I THOUGHT WAS INNOCENT BRAIN OF YOURS"

"RUN PETE RUNNN"

🏃‍♂️ 💨

Have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night!

-quacksonlover

[gureishi]

12 with Seven and a female MC, NSFW please ^^

Thank you for the wonderful request! And oh boy do I apologize if this wasn’t what you wanted. O_O My imagination was positively THRILLED by this prompt and this...is where it went.

I sincerely hope you DO enjoy this, because god knows I enjoyed writing about it. But seriously if you want a...tamer...NSFW Saeyoung story for this prompt, tell me and I’ll write that one too?? For real??

twelve: born to be together

Saeyoung X Reader; E (M/F sex, roleplaying, light dom/sub, assplay), words: 2941

If it wasn’t already abundantly clear (lol): smut warning, proceed with caution~ <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

You stand in the walk-in closet, in a forest of brightly-colored and bedazzled fabrics. They’re not organized by any discernible method, but they’re all hung neatly, some in plastic dry-cleaning bags and others draped multiple times over their hangers so they don’t touch the floor. You run a hand down the line of costumes, feeling lace and fur and taffeta. There are some here that are familiar: a maid outfit you’ve seen numerous times and a fuzzy full-body cat suit you find particularly charming. There are others that you’re sure you’ve never seen before.

“Saeyoung?” you call, and he hums in response: he’s sprawled across the bed, playing a game on his phone. “Why haven’t I ever seen you wear most of these?”

He laughs. “There are literally hundreds of outfits in there, babe. You’ve lived here for what, three months? When was I gonna wear them all? You want me to do a fashion show for you?”

You perk up, lifting a sequined tutu to the light so you can see it shimmer. “Yes, please!”

“Just say the word, baaaby,” he sings, drawing out the syllables. He’s teasing, but you’re serious: there is not one thing in this huge, chaotic closet that wouldn’t suit him. You comb through the racks, pushing past a denim mini dress, a full-on space suit, and what looks like a…sexy penguin costume? Okay, maybe not that one.

Toward the back of the closet, in a corner (you’ve got to help him organize all this stuff, you think), there’s a floor-length zip-up bag garment bag. You squish it—there’s something very fluffy in there.

“Hey, what’s in the fancy bag?” you call over your shoulder. You hear a soft flop as he tosses his game aside and the ruffling of the covers as he leaps off the bed. He appears behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Ohhh, this one?” He sounds pleased; he nuzzles the back of your neck with his nose and you squirm, ticklish. “Unzip it and see,” he offers.

You do, and your mouth falls open: in the bag is what you can only describe as a literal princess gown. It’s ballet slipper pink, with layers and layers of chiffon trailing all the way to the ground. The bodice is fitted and embellished with thousands of tiny gemstones.

“What mission was this for?” you gasp, fingering the gauzy, frothy top layer of the skirt.

“Not a mission,” he murmurs into your neck. “Just wanted it.”

Saeyoung skims his hands down your sides, sliding them into both of the front pockets of your jeans.

“I don’t want to know what this cost, do I?” you ask. He cackles.

“You probably don’t.”

Hands in your pockets, he pulls you flush against his body. Maybe it’s the luxurious feeling of the skirt on your fingertips and maybe it’s the insistent way he’s pressing against you, but you have an idea—a revelation.

“I want you to wear it for me,” you say. You slip out of his grasp, spinning to face him—you watch his eyes widen and his cheeks flush as he takes in your serious expression.

“Ohhhh?” he lilts, cocking his head to the side. “So when you say you want me to wear it, you mean…?” He’s teasing you, his hands on your skin again, dancing over your hips, up your sides.

“I mean exactly what you think I mean,” you tell him, and you reach out and stroke his cheek with your fingertips, delighted to feel that, in spite of his posturing, his skin is so warm—he’s flustered, and he melts a little under your intense gaze, his eyes roaming over your body.

He pauses, and for a split second, in spite of his apparent eagerness, you think he might say no. But then he springs into action, grabbing the hanger off the rack, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, and sprinting out of the closet.

“Gimme twenty minutes—no, ten!” he calls to you, already disappearing around the corner, through the bedroom, into the en suite bathroom. You grin, patting your own flushed cheeks with both hands. This, you think, will be worth waiting for.

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

In spite of his promises, it’s actually closer to thirty minutes before he emerges again. You lay on your stomach on the unmade bed, half-heartedly scrolling on your phone. The anticipation coils in your stomach. In spite of yourself, you keep glancing up at the closed bathroom door—picturing him there, half-dressed, penciling in his eyebrows with those nimble fingers of his. Knowing that he’s doing this for you—it makes you clench your thighs together, squirming against the bunched-up comforter. Come on, you think.

And just then, as if he’s heard your silent plea, he pushes the door open a crack—just enough for you to catch the tiniest glimpse of an ankle peeking out under perfectly-arranged layers of pink gauze.

“Baby,” he calls, his voice soft, and you sit up straight. “Are you ready for me?”

You’ve never been readier for anything.

“I’m waiting,” you tell him.

So he flings open the bathroom door, and for a moment even you—you, the one who looks at him all day and sleeps beside him every night—are floored. There is a stunningly, jaw-droopingly beautiful woman in your bedroom, long red hair trailing effortlessly over her bare shoulders, thin waist accented delightfully by the tight bodice, toned legs just barely visible through the layers and layers of translucent fabric. Her features are soft, her golden eyes gaze just slightly downward, and one hand rests on her chest, thin fingers hovering just above the dress’s glittering neckline.

“Hi,” Saeyoung murmurs coyly. You feel like your head is going to explode.

“Come here, princess,” you call, and it takes all your willpower to keep your voice level. He obliges you, stepping delicately over the rug, holding up his billowing skirt with one dainty hand. He perches on the edge of the bed, flips a lock of hair over his shoulder. The wig matches his natural hair color and cascades voluminously down his back. He’s perfectly in character: he keeps his eyes lowered and his cheeks are flushed a dusty pink.

“Like this?” he asks, and he leans back the tiniest bit, letting the light catch his semi-translucent skirt, highlighting the silhouette of his thighs through the glistening fabric.

“Just like that,” you whisper. It’s not the first time you’ve taken the lead, but it’s not the norm, either—being in charge feels frightening and exhilarating. “May I touch you, princess?”

He nods, and the flush on the tips of his ears is real, not makeup—and even through the countless layers of fabric that make up his skirt, it’s evident that he’s already starting to get excited.

You sit up on your knees behind him and run a hand over his bare shoulders, part the soft hair that covers his back, wrap them around the back of his neck. He shudders.

“Are you going to be good for me, baby?” you whisper in his ear, and you feel the way his shoulders quiver eagerly. You grip his neck just a little tighter.

“I’ll be good,” he murmurs sweetly, and it’s already almost too much for you. You squeeze your legs together, impatient to touch him, eager to see his perfect demeanor shattered.

One hand still on his neck, you snake your other arm around his waist, which is dramatically cinched by the tight bodice. You stroke up his torso, curious, and feel the curve of what are quiet obviously breasts straining against the ruched fabric, peeking out over the tauntingly low neckline.

“I like these,” you whisper, and he arches his back, leaning into your touch. He laughs a soft, bubbling laugh—and it’s an act, a character, but there is some of Saeyoung’s delightful giggle in it too. Your hand roams across his chest and you slip one finger into the impeccable cleavage he’s created (you’ll have to ask him how, later).

Then you slip your other hand from his throat and explore lower, lower, across his hip, his thigh. You dip your head and take the soft skin of his shoulder between your teeth, biting hard enough to leave a small, half-moon-shaped mark. He whimpers, and you move your hand down his thigh, pointedly avoiding the erection that you can now see very clearly through the layers of chiffon. You taunt him, nipping his neck again, sliding the skirt up so you can drag your fingernails across his leg. He’s trying so hard to stay still, but his hips give him away, rocking forward the tiniest bit, seeking relief against the silky fabric.

“Are you going to let me fuck you, princess?” you hiss against his skin—and it’s a tease, but it’s a genuine question, too. 

A moan tears from his throat, quiet yet desperate. He keeps his hands neatly folded in his lap but his eyes flutter shut and his hips wriggle as you pinch the skin of his thigh.

“P-please,” he whines, and he leans his head back, eyelids fluttering shut. “Please, I want you to…”

“Don’t move,” you tell him, and he obeys, sits perfectly still on the edge of the bed, his skirt splayed out artfully around him. He makes a perfect picture, you think—head reclined, yearning evident in every tense muscle of his body.

You go to the bedside cabinet and pull out the things you need: the little pink bottle of lube and a toy—a thin, smooth dildo, light-colored and fairly unobtrusive. You slip it out of its harness, deciding to use it in your hand today—and you return to him, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. He’s opened his eyes and he’s taking you in, standing over him, the toy in your hand—his beautiful eyes are huge and desperate.

“On your hands and knees, honey,” you purr, and he complies eagerly, climbing gracefully onto the bed and arching his back for you. “Don’t tease me,” you say, and he trembles. The skirt billows out around him and you set down the toy so you can slip a hand under his dress, over his silky-smooth thighs (did he shave his legs?). You’re delighted to find that he’s not wearing anything under the gown.

You run your hand up his thigh; he’s sticking his ass in the air, practically begging for you, and you slap it, face breaking into a smile as he whimpers.

“How bad do you want me right now, beautiful?” you ask him, and he moans softly, his legs shaking.

“I need you,” he hisses, and he sounds a little less like a princess and a little more like Saeyoung. You suck your index finger, wetting it, and then you slip it up and under his skirt and inside him. He reacts immediately, thighs shaking as he struggles to hold himself up, gasping for air. You slide your finger a little bit deeper inside him and you can’t help but grind your hips against the edge of the bed as you do, hopelessly turned on by the noises he’s making. He adjusts, widening his hips for you, and you curl your finger inside him, gently increasing the pressure and watching him come apart before your eyes.

“I’m r-ready,” he pants, “please,” and you pull your finger out of him, warming the toy with both hands as you liberally smear it with lube.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” you tell him, and you can barely keep your voice from shaking. “I don’t want you to make a sound till I say so, princess.”

He quivers in anticipation but doesn’t say a word. Almost without thinking, you unbutton and unzip your jeans, slip one hand down, down, over your underwear. The need you feel is overwhelming.

With one finger pressed against your clit, over your underwear, you take the dildo in your other hand and slide it over his ass, down, and finally inside him. His legs shake uncontrollably and for a moment you think he’ll fall—but he doesn’t, he stays on his hands and knees, back bent for you, and though his pleasure is evident in the way he throws his head back, hair falling everywhere, he’s quiet—just like you asked him to be.

You gasp, impossibly aroused by the sight of him like this, the delicate skirt falling every which way. You wish you could see his face, the ruined look in his eyes, but you settle for the sight of his ass and thighs shaking, framed seductively by layers of pink gauze. You slide the dildo deeper inside him and he twitches, gasping. At the same time, you move your finger over your swollen clit, moaning softly as you give yourself the stimulation you’ve been craving.

He’s so good, so obedient, so quiet, trembling as you fuck him with the toy and fuck yourself with your finger. He pushes back against you and his arms give out; he bends forward, face pressed into the bed. Your own legs are shaking like they don’t want to hold you up anymore but both your hands are occupied, so you lean harder against the bed, hissing as you move your finger in tight circles against yourself and angle the toy upward, questing for his p spot.

You’re going to come, you think—you’re going to come so fast, from your own hand, as you watch your boyfriend clad in this extravagant gown falling to pieces before you.

“I want you to come with me,” you hiss, moving your finger quicker and more frantically against yourself, “and I want to hear you.”

He moans immediately as if he’s been fighting to hold it back all this time, rocking his hips back into the toy. You can tell he’s close and you are too, driven half-mad by the sight of him. You rub your faster, faster, and you slide the toy in and up, penetrating him deeper. He groans, and there is still some of the pretty, modest princess in his voice, because god this boy knows how to stay in character, but the unbidden desperation is there too. He’s on the edge, you can tell, and you feel the telltale sensation of your toes curling, your thighs clenching…

And you throw your head back, continuing the pressure with your finger as the pleasure crests, thrusting into him more roughly, begging him to come with you…

And he does come, from the toy alone, his cock untouched—yelping as he rocks forward, his face buried deep in the pile of blankets on the bed and his whole body shaking…

And you feel tears in your eyes as you let yourself be taken over by the sensations, overwhelmed by the pleasure gripping you…

And he’s moaning, high-pitched and beautiful, crying for you to keep going…

And stars burst beneath your eyelids and you can’t see, thrusting into him one more time, knowing you’re hitting just the right spot as he sobs out your name.

And it slows, slows, and he’s panting, and you catch your breath and slip your hand out of your pants, pulling out of him with a trembling hand. He’s still shaking too, a quivering, beautiful mess gauze and tulle.

“You okay, babe?” you gasp, crawling up onto the bed beside him. He turns his head and you catch your first glimpse of his face—deliciously wrecked, mascara under his eyes and bright pink spots on his cheeks. 

“I…I…wow,” he manages, finally sitting back on his heels. He’s in disarray, his hair in his eyes, his skirt sticking to his legs. “That was new,” he says quietly, his eyes shining as he tucks the long, fake hair behind his ears. “I never came like that before, just from…”

“I know.”

“The dress…” He laughs, pulling apart the unkempt layers of gaze.

“I guarantee I can figure it out,” you say, giggling, collapsing onto the pile of pillows. “I’ll just google ‘how to get cum out of ball gown.’”

“Oh god.” He grimaces, twisting and falling onto his back beside you. The skirt still manages to billow out splendidly around his legs. “Maybe…don’t google that.”

You turn and kiss him on the lips, sighing contentedly as he responds with enthusiasm, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Thanks for doing that for me,” you say. “That was…a fantasy I didn’t know I had, till today."

He grins against your lips.

“Oh, I knew I had that fantasy,” he says, skating his hand up your leg, around your waist. “But you…you…”

“Hmmmm?” You curl into him, finding that the fake breasts make a surprisingly comfortable pillow.

“I never thought I’d be loved the way you love me,” he says, kissing your cheek, your eyebrow, your forehead. “I didn’t think a person like you existed.”

“Course I do,” you tell him, flipping the skirt over his hip so you can rest your hand against his thigh. His skin really is amazingly soft. “We were always going to find each other.”

“Next time,” he says, melting into your touch, kissing your earlobe. “Dress up as a sexy prince for me, babe?”

You tuck his wig behind his ear and kiss his beautiful, smudged, wrecked, perfect face. “Anything for you, princess.” 

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Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems”!

Most popular: It Takes a Dedicated Hand (The Owl House, Hunter & Raine, 4.6k, rated G)

by far my most popular fic, I wrote this IMMEDIATELY after Eda’s Requiem dropped so it is no longer canon compliant but it was for one second before Eclipse Lake came out. Canon divergent, Hunter comes across a detained Raine and is curious why anyone in their right mind would ever risk the emperor’s wrath.

I didn’t get the parental Raine that I wanted from canon but a bastard can dream.

Hidden gems: I’ll do one finished one and one unfinished one that I’M SO GOING TO FINISH I SWEAR TO GOD

Cut For It (The Owl House, Hunter centric, 829 words, rated T)

Short and sweet exploration of what Hunter was up to when (for lack of better phrasing) Belos put him in the ground. I understand why this isn’t as widely read since it’s a shorter fic and it is just a character study and me projecting but I like some of the lines a lot :)

Eddie the Phantom (Stranger Things, steddie, 11.8 k and that number is going to go up in the next two hours if someone can answer my damn question about eddie’s guitar girl HELP so far, rated t)

It’s a danny phantom au baaaby. The steddie isn’t major but I am excited for it to come into play, though I’m also sprinkling in my ace Eddie headcanon. I may be King of a barren field but it’s MY eddie lives au and I can do what I want.

When Eddie dies, something in the Upside Down seeps into him. He has vague memories of everything going dark and then a sort of… electricity flowing through him. And suddenly he’s waking up next to a crack in the earth. But something is different.

(Something weird happens to you when you die in the Upside Down. Your molecules get all rearranged, so to speak.)

Since this is a newer one I understand it not having as much attention but please I need other people to care about this au with me I have so much in my head.