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[mikeru6]

Meow

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[chronicsunshincs-a]

for: @springbreezc

" COME ON, MON AMI.. " soleil trails off, arms crossing. she can't help the smug look crossing her face. " it's clear you have something to say to me. spit it out. "

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley Cuddling You 🧸

this is not about dominant tough simon riley, this is about sweet precious baby boy simon riley :3 this is my response to @paper-r-i-n-g-s-and-c-r-o-w-n’s request (here) and the link they included! thank u for being my first request loviee

Simon Riley absolutely loves to be babied when you cuddle him.

Scary Simon. Soldier Simon. 6’4", jacked Simon, walking around the base in his skull mask, scaring anyone who doesn’t know better shitless. To the enemy, he’s like an urban legend - once you realise that he’s there, it’s too late.

And that’s the image that he likes to keep - he grew up tough, and he refuses to be anything but tough. He might be nice now but he wouldn’t hesitate to blow your brains out if you double-crossed him.

That is, until he met you. It was hard to get him to open up at first, with his reluctance to be anything but casually terrifying, and his fear that he would get too attached, just in time for you to leave. But after 6 months together, he’s finally comfortable, and you’ve discovered his soft spot for being praised like a baby.

"Aww…" you coo, stroking his grown-out buzzcut, as he lays on your chest, "my sweet boy." His broad body is holding you down to the bed, and you know you wouldn’t be able to escape from under him if you wanted to. But you don’t mind, after all, it’s sweet to see him like this. With his face pressed into your neck, one strong arm around your waist and the other around your torso, he mumbles softly.

You press soft kisses into the top of his head as you rub his back - he’s been training all day and he’s so tired. :( Poor baby, he really needs you to hold him. His shoulders are sore and as you rub them gently he lets out a little whine, nuzzling his face further into the crook of your neck.

"Mmm," he groans, his voice muffled against your skin.

"Oh, baby…" you pull those hands back up to cradle him to you, "are you okay, sweet boy?"

"Tha’ hurts," he mumbles. He’s not very talkative when he’s like this, he just wants to be held.

"Sorry," you kiss the top of his head apologetically, "is my poor baby sore from training?" He groans as you call him that, nodding in response as he breathes in your scent.

"Speak up for me, sweetheart" you coo.

"’M sore from training."

"Who’s sore..?"

"Me."

"N what’re you, honey..?" you stroke his hair softly, like he’s a precious teddy bear.

"Your baby," he mumbles.

"Good boy." Just a few months ago, Simon would have been mortified by the interaction, but you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, cuddling up to you like he’s a cat and you’re a heating pad. He is a good boy, and he deserves some comfort after working so hard. 💗💗💗

(my other - nsfw - story about pathetic simon here)

i hope this is what you asked for! i hope it doesn’t come off as too pathetic but also i love writing (and thinking about) sweet pathetic simon. <3 like omg if anyone knows who made the render then lmk so that i can credit! i wasn’t sure who the name on the image referred to

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[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hi! I know you just wrote a cockwarming fic with Alastor, but I was just wondering if you would be able to do one with Lucifer? I’m drooling just thinking about it. Thank you!

absolutely i don’t mind doing the same shtick but with other characters! i took a similar approach kinkwise but obviously it’s still different, hope you enjoy <3

warnings: cockwarming, lucifer is kinda a sub but not entirely, exhibitionism, not caught this time, creampie, gn reader i think in terms of body, lucifer calls you birdy, kinky reader and kinky luci, also not proofread, swearing and some dirty talk lmk if i missed any!!

word count: 1.4K

You sat on Lucifers lap, toying with his hair that peeked out of his hat. Lucifer insisted he had company to one of his all important long of hell meetings, however things went left when Mammon urged the king to come to one of his performances, that was definitely for the kings benefit and not just so Mammon could leech off his fame. So there you two sat, up in your own custom web which Lucifer was very much against but Mammon was pushy persuasive. So far things had been a bore, you sat on Lucifers lap paying more attention to the intricacies on his suit rather than the clowns on stage. Lucifer also seemed pretty bored, huffing and puffing occasionally, while muttering into your ear about how this was a scam or how he’d done this act a thousand times, needless to say you both be better off back at his home.

Eyeing up his bored face you casually traced your fingers along his jaw. “Hey Luce,” You whispered to him softly, his eyes casting down to you. “Wanna have a lil fun?” You grinned cheekily wiggling your hips against his, immediately he sucked in a breath, eyes closing. Lucifer wasn’t really good at hiding the need he had for you, often he would crumble under your hands, rarely he decided to be big and domineering, he much preferred when you had the power over him. Felt nice giving up power to someone after all the rest of his eternal life in hell there was no other choice but to stay in power.

“Whatever you want, birdy.” He cooed, eyes casted toward the stage acting as though he was indifferent to you. You unzipped the zipper on his white slacks, and reached your hand inside to palm his soft member. He wasn’t really insecure about being soft around you he was quite prideful in his body no matter the state, occasionally he’d feel not good enough but that typically had nothing to do with his looks, which you admit to being quite jealous of. You palmed him through his briefs, head rested on his shoulder you were annoyed at how the collar of his coat got in the way of his neck, prohibiting you from leaving pretty bruise marks on him. The king twitched, and coughed out fakely to cover the groans he wanted to make, he couldn’t help how sensitive he was when it came to you, it was like you had this spell on him.

Wiggling yourself closer to him you whispered to him, lips dragging sinfully across his ear. “What if somebody sees you like this Luci?” You purr mockingly, you knew he probably wouldn’t give a fuck, he’s been through too much as a king and a fallen angel to care about such things, nonetheless, hearing your scrutinizing tone furthered his arousal. He wasn’t, however, proud of the noise he made when your hand came up to tug at his hair at the base of his neck. “Ohhh golly,” Lucifer groaned beginning in a moan, he quickly fixed his mouth to act as though he was reacting to the show. “You want them to see us, don’t you?” You urged, feeling him grown and stiffen beneath you, it made your thighs clench with need, and suddenly you were onto more devious ideas. Lifting your garments, you pulled your underwear to the side as discreetly as you could. Lucifers eyes fixed on you, brown raised in confusion. “Cmon, let’s relax hm?” You asked, pulling his semi from the restraints of his briefs, pecking his lips as you did so. His eyes closed immediately, mouth chasing your lips as you pulled away, and who were you to deny such a good boy?

Leaning back in you hummed into him, his lips warm and soft, you could feel his lashes flutter against your face as your faces tilted, allowing eachother better access. You sneakily slipped onto him, wincing at the pain that you felt, however Lucifers arms came around to your thighs, helping you slow your pace. You felt every inch of him against your walls, it was hard to not whimper at the feeling of him slotted in you.

As your tongues sloppily danced together, the clown music played in the background, Glitz and Glam came up to perform, and the crowd cheered on. Beside your web was the greed king himself Mammon, who was too observed in the show to notice the fact you and Lucifer were swallowing each other whole. While the two of you sloppily kissed, saliva smearing across each others lips, your body naturally relaxed into his effectively sinking yourself down and bottoming out on his full erect cock.

Sighing against him in revelled in the feeling of him fully inside you, while also enjoying the way he trembled beneath you, not feeling the need to hide any of his desire from you. You pulled away abruptly leaving Lucifer whining, and starry eyed. Jerking up into you Lucifer smiled smuggly at the way you gasped, air entirely escaping your lungs. “How mean Luci,” You chide playfully lovelingly cupping his cheek. Leaning into your warmth the devil melted against your touch practically purring at you. “What can i say birdy, i’m eager to hear you. My favourite sound.” You could tell by the dreamy way he spoke he was already fucked out, and you’ve not even fucked yet.

Pecking his cheek you swatted his chest when he tried once again to grind into you. “No moving, whoever cums first has to call and talk on the phone while the other fucks em silly.” You grin wildly gripping his shoulders, you loved a good frisky game of fun, especially with Lucifer, you found it easy to participate in these types of games. Groaning lowly the devil rolled his neck, hands wrapping around your waist tightly. “Alright, but i'm totally gonna win.” Lucifer stated confidently, his red eyes flipping between you and the show. Glitz and Glam gone, there was some unnamed clown you’d never seen now entertaining the crowd, they seemed to like him.

You wiggled your hips subtly, trying to turn your body around a bit more toward the stage. Part of you wanted the distraction, part of you wanted to tease, either way it was purposeful. “Ohhohoo- you are- really playing dirty,” The king stressed, his tone jumping around anxiously as his claws tug into your thighs, undoubtedly drawing some blood. You hummed out an ‘mhm’ swirling hips round in a manner that could appear as innocent shifting to the outside eye looked casual. Lucifer moaned, curling into the back of your shoulder to bite down. You could feel him twitching almost like a throb, you weren’t helping with your involuntary contractions around his cock. “Alright sweetie calm down!” The king urged his voice breathy and panicked as he tried to stall your movements by clenching his arms around you. Unfortunately all that did was drag you nearer, feeling the entire length of him inside you grazing the delicate areas that made you tick.

You choked on your spit surprised by the abrupt sensation, your back arching away from him as you attempted to gain a little friction. “Lucifer please don’t,” You whined clutching his forarms that were flexed tightly around your torso. You could feel him nuzzling into your back, his heart beating wildly in his chest, then suddenly without any word, he was cumming. He moaned into your shoulder blades, bucking what he could up into you, rocking both your bodies, anything to get you to milk him. He continued to wiggle around recklessly, you clenched and whimpered at the feeling of him filling you, he always had so much in him. Finally after a moment his movement ceased, and like the devil he is, he snaked his hands around to play with you. You moaned as he whispered dirty things in your ear, “Who’s all needy now huh?,” “Cmon i need you raining off this web before we go,” things like that as he brought you to your orgasm.

You saw stars as you came, his dick still snuggly inside you as you clenched and came undone around him, head thrown back in bliss. After a moment of catching your breath you peered around, humility coming back into you, you spun around speedily, burying your face in Lucifers neck, who looked just as fucked out as you were. “Guess we gotta do this again over the phone?” Lucifer asked breathlessly, you huffed out a laugh at that. “Yep, loser.” You teased already thinking up all the naughty things you could put him through while he’s on call.

[jmstoesblog]

Trapped

Pairing: Yan!stalker!jungkook x fem!reader

released: 11.08.24

Warnings: kidnapping, chasing, hunting, possesive behavior, obsessive behavior, unprotected sex, sex in the woods, blindfolded, eating out from behind, kissing, hickeys, pet names, degrading, praise, hair pulling, slapping, reader gives in, edging, spitting, whipping (one time), the story takes a dark turn at the end, meanie Jk, lmk if I missed any!

Note: I kinda rushed it at the end but I still hope you liked it <3 keep in mind that this a one shot

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“Oh baby,” he laughs, “come out. If you come out now, I won’t go that hard on you, sweetheart.” He coos, trying to convince you to leave your hiding spot.

Your heart is pounding so fast, you’re so scared, you feel like passing out. Currently you’re hiding from your stalker— Jungkook.

It started with sweet notes and flowers, delivered to your doorstep to expensive gifts to him texting you and telling you to keep your distance from a guy, you’ve gotten close with. To him forcing you to wear a necklace, which had a tracker in it, but you didn’t know that.

To him stalking you and not trying to hide it. He would follow you everywhere you went. Wether you went out shopping with your friends or visiting your parents.

You haven’t told anyone ‘bout him. Not your friends, parents or co- workers. Mainly because he threatened you.

On your way home from a late convenience food run, he pulled you into an alley, clasping his hand over your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

He dragged you to his car and shoved you in it. Once he got inside, he fastened your seatbelt and wore a mask, “what the hell, you motherfucker! Leave me this instant—“

You couldn’t yell at him anymore once gas filled your lungs and you passed out.

“You scream too much,” Jungkook mutters and caresses your hair.

He takes off his mask and starts driving towards his destination.

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You groan as the pain hits you, your head is paining so hard and your muscles feel limb, “where am I?”

You stand up from the bed and immediately fall down, “why can’t I feel my legs?” You mumble, panic taking over you.

You struggle to get up but once you do, you start taking a look at the room you’re in. It’s a big room, with no windows unfortunately but it has a king sized bed with silky black covers, a mirror above the bed. The wall behind the bed is painted black, the rest of the walls are white. A walk in closet and you notice a door. You walk towards the door but stop in your track when you hear water. It’s a bathroom.

Somebody is in it.

Somebody is taking a shower.

The humming comes to a halt and the faucet gets turned off, that’s when you start breathing heavily and start backing away from the door.

You run to the main door and try opening it but to your luck, it’s locked. You bite your lip and start thinking, “I should pretend like I’m still passed out.” You mumble and run to the bed and lay in the exact position you where in when you woke up. Hopefully he will leave the room and leave it unlocked so you can escape.

After a few minutes you hear the bathroom door open. You can hear your heart pounding so fast. Footsteps are heard, you assume he walks to the walk- in closet to put on his clothes.

Once he gets dressed he leaves the room.

“That is my chance.”

You run to the door eagerly but stop abruptly when you hear footsteps, “shit!” you think to yourself and run to the bed again.

You hear a light chuckle before the bathroom door closes again.

You hear the blow dryer go off, “now it is my chance.”

You quietly run out and down the stairs, the house is so big, it’s complicated. You try finding the door to freedom but can’t, “fuck him and this house….” You mumble and finally find the door.

You sigh in relief and your eyes lit up seeing the door.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” an arm wraps itself around your waist from behind, and you’re pulled back, bumping into a buff chest.

A strong cologne fills your nostrils, looking down at your waist, you see a big, tattooed hand wrapped around you. You feel his breath hitting your nape, your hair standing up.

You gulp and slowly turn your head around, to look at your kidnapper.

Your eyes almost fall out of their sockets upon looking at his breathtaking face.

Cute big round eyes, pillowy soft lips, a cute mole under his lower lip, cute cheeks, a scar on the right one.

Magnificent.

A chuckle brings you out of your trance.

That’s when your realize. You’re in your kidnappers arms. No matter how handsome he is, this is wrong. He kidnapped you.

“Who are you?” You try freeing yourself from his arms, “what do you want from me? Why—“ he places his forefinger on your lips, silencing you.

“You talk too much.” He draws his face closer, “I will answer all of your questions once you eat, alright?”

If you want answers, you have to….. eat? Your kidnapper is offering you food?

“Come.” He whispers softly, taking your hand in his big one. He takes you to the kitchen you saw earlier. The whole kitchen is back— which honestly gives off his vibe. You obviously don’t know him, he kidnapped you! But from what you’ve seen while searching for the door to escape. You saw his living room and kitchen, they’re black too— all the furniture and he has a few portraits hanging on the walls, which give off a dark vibe. You saw some red too (the furniture, no blood).

He makes you sit at the little table, it’s a classic glass table. It’s squared and has exactly two black chairs.

“I cooked your favorite!” He places down your favorite dish. How does he know that? Who is he?

For all you know it could be poisoned, your kidnapper sits down in front of you and lovingly smiles at you, “don’t worry, I didn’t poison it.” He take a spoon full to prove himself, slowly you start eating it.

The whole time while you’re eating, he is staring at you. You just keep looking down, you don’t dare to look at him. He might be sweet to you, but his eyes they scare you. They’re cute and big and round but they’re so dark.

They look sinister.

“I’m done eating, will you tell me now?” You carefully ask. You don’t wan to provoke him or push his buttons, you don’t know what he’s like. For all you know he could just be pretending to be ‘nice’ to hide his true self.

“So,” he begins, putting his chopsticks down, “my name is Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, and you are here because I want you to.”

“….what?” Confusion is clearly written all over your face, “you can’t just kidnap me!” The confusion turns into rage, Jungkook just sighs and stands up, “I didn’t kidnap you, I took what’s rightfully mine, which is you. You’re mine, you belong to me and only me.”

This man is delusional.

“I’m my own person! I belong only to myself!” You also stand up. Jungkook chuckles lowly to himself before walking over to you, caging you between the wall and him, “that’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” He puts his hand on the wall, “I own you, mind, body and soul.” He devilishly smirks.

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It’s been four days.

Four days of you being locked up.

Four days are enough to tell you, this man is mentally unstable.

After yesterday’s incident in the kitchen, he locked you up in his room, like a prisoner. He would bring you your meals and sweet talk to you but you would just ignore him.

That raged him, but he tried not to snap at you. He knows if he yells at you, you wouldn’t talk to him ever, so he tried to be patient, but you’re giving his patience a run on thin ice.

It’s been four days.

Enough is enough.

He barges in his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. He doesn’t see you on the bed, he knocks on the bathroom door. You don’t answer.

He grows nervous. What if you escaped? There’s no way you could’ve gotten out of the room. It doesn’t have any windows, he locked the door, he took the key with him.

He starts breathing heavily out of anger. He already is angry. He gave you enough time to accept him and you just ignored all his efforts. You’re lucky he loves you or else he would have killed you.

“Shit,” he walks towards the door. In the corner of his eye he notices something shiny black, looking down he sees a bobby pin.

He lowly chuckles, picking it up, he keeps it in his pocket, “you’re so done, y/n.”

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“Where do I go??” You pant as you run aimlessly in the woods.

You feel like you’re running in circles.

You suddenly stop running and stand completely still.

“I know you’re here and can hear me. Games over, come out now.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you feel like crying. Quickly but quietly you run behind a tree, crouching down and putting your hand over your mouth to prevent any sounds from escaping your mouth.

“Oh baby,” he laughs, “come out. If you come out now, I won’t go that hard on you, sweetheart.” He coos, trying to convince you to leave your hiding spot.

You hear his boots walking in the opposite direction you’re in, looking behind bushes and trees, “I’ve been very patient with you, my love. But you don’t seem to like that, huh?” He laughs, “want me to go hard on you, is that it? Baby wants to get a punishment? Wants to get handcuffed to our bed and get senselessly fucked? Or yet better, wanna get fucked here in the open, for everyone to see?” The way he is talking is disgusting but still gets you wet, “wanna get stuffed full with my cock?” He continues talking in that seductive tone.

Jungkook smirks. He knows where you’re hiding, he knew all along but decided to play a little game with you. He is giving you false hope and acting like he doesn’t know where you’re currently hiding.

Nasty images flash in your mind, him bending you over and taking you from behind. You shake your head, trying to get rid of those thoughts.

Jungkook walks around a bit more and finally decides to approach you. He walks up behind you, his left hand in his pocket and the other one a few inches away from your hair, “you know I can hear your breathing, right?” He tightly grips your hair and yanks your head back, your eyes widening at the sight of your stalker standing above you, eyes dark, filled with list and that thrill. He smirks at you, “you’re not very good at hiding, but maybe at running.” He says, head tilted to the side.

Before you can ask him what he means, you’re standing on your feet, face inches away from his.

“I’m gonna give you a chance, you deserve that for all the effort.” He snickers, voice filled with mockery.

He clearly means your poor attempt at escaping.

“You can run anywhere you want, if you get to the road without me catching you then you’re free.” He closes the distance between you two, “but if I catch you…” he doesn’t complete his sentence, “I’ll even give you a thirty second head start.” He smirks.

“One… two… three… four…”

It takes you a few seconds to process his words, “times ticking, baby.” He stops counting, “or do you want that punishment? Knew you were a thirsty little slut.” He scoffs, beginning to count again.

“…five… six…”

You ignore the wetness between your thighs.

You hastily turn around and start sprinting in the direction you were originally going to.

While running you take a look behind you, he is standing there with a shit eating grin. You scoff and focus forward. Droplets of water hit your shoulders and you look above, the clouds are gray, the sun is gone and it’s starting to rain heavily. Your hair gets wet, like the rest.

You’re sure it’s already been thirty seconds, a huge smile takes over your face as soon as you see the road with cars passing by.

“Finally made it.” You smile in victory and run faster towards the road.

“You thought you could escape?” Jungkook laughs in amusement and you cry out of pain as he yankes your hair back, “let me go!”

“A deals a deal, right baby?” He smirks, “you didn’t get to the road and I caught you, you lost.”

You gasp in surprise when he picks you up like a sack of potatoes, he grips your thighs and starts walking. Your face is right in front of his plump ass, “wow, what a great view.” You mumble and look at his long legs. I really thought I could out-run him, not only does he have long legs but also looks athletic.

Jungkook starts humming a tune.

The clouds are still gray and it’s lightly raining now, “Jungk—“ “No.”

You shut up and don’t dare to say anything again.

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“Ow!” You groan in pain when he pins you against a tree.

“Shut up.” He unbuttons your jeans and quickly shoved his hands in your panties before you can say anything, “knew it,” he smirks, eyes looking at yours, “the chase got you wet, huh?” He chuckles before bringing up his fingers, putting them in his mouth, tasting you, he hums in satisfaction.

“Sweet, just like I thought.” He whispers, his hands traveling from your throat to the hoodie you’re wearing. In a swift motion he pulls it off, leaving you only in your unbuttoned jeans.

“No bra?” He grins, raising his pierced brow.

You don’t try to fight him anymore, you just need him.

After leaving hickeys all over your collarbone and neck he pushes down your jeans, turning you around he gets on his knees, eating you out from behind.

He softly suck on your folds and you moan, rocking your hips against his face, he places his hands on your hips, steadying you and keeping you in place.

“I’m close!” You warn him once your orgasm in nearing. He is no longer going soft but harsh.

He pulls his tongue out and stands up, “I was close… why’d you stop?” You pout turning around to find him looking at you with a stupid grin on his face, “do you think you deserve to cum after pulling that stunt?” His face switches to serious.

You do not reply him, but stare at him. The rain is getting stronger and his hair is getting wet, giving him wavy hair (190811 Jk). He pushes your jeans further down, below your knees and gives you a loud smack on your aching cunt.

You gasp, clinging to his shoulders, “you’re not allowed to cum until I say so.” He spits on your chest, his spit going between the valley of your breasts.

He licks his lips and turns you around giving each ass cheek a loud smack. You whimper and hold onto the tree tightly. Your hands hurt from gripping the tree so hard but that’s the least worry you have right now.

You hear a belt ruttling in the back and assume he is taking it of or lowering his jeans.

He pushes his jeans along with his briefs down revealing his long and thick length. He takes a step closer and slaps his cock against your aching cunt.

You moan, trying to reach behind you to touch him, “ah ah ah,” he holds your wrist in a loose but not too tight grip, “no touching.” That’s all he says before tying your hands behind your back with his belt.

You feel him drap something over you eyes, “and no looking.” You desperately whine, “but I wanna see and touch you.”

He mischievously laughs, a dark laugh filled with no empathy, “you think you deserve that? Ya think you deserve to look or touch me?” He whispers in your ear, his lips touching the shell, “no baby,” he laughs, “I’m so pissed at you for being so rude to me.” He hisses, “After showing my love to you and cook for you, you ignore me? And you even tried to escape.”

“I’m going to punish you.” He growls in your ear, pulling your hair back, he chuckles when he sees tears in your eyes, “oh baby, you’re already crying? But we haven’t even started yet.” He pouts.

He tried to be gentle and sweet with you but that didn’t work so being harsh is the only solution now.

He loosens (is that even a word?) his grip on your hair and pushes your body forward, your chest is now touching the tree, your nipples grazing past the rough texture of the tree, making them hard.

He places his hand on your throat while the other hand is playing with your folds, pulling them apart and softly massaging them. Circling his index finger around your tight hold that’s just waiting to be filled with his hot seeds.

A painful loud cry escapes your throat when he pushes his hard length in you in one go. He squeezes your throat, shortly cutting off any air.

He groans in pleasure, “fuck, so tight.” He talks to himself and doesn’t give you any time to adjust and just starts moving harshly.

“I gave you food over your head, a shelter, I gave you food— fuck, I even cooked for you, baby. I provided you with everything, most importantly my love. And this is how you thank me? You run away?” He thrusts into you, hard. His painfully deep thrusts have your legs shaking.

“Ungrateful bitch.” He slaps your cunt while keeping his pace the same, hard, deep, fast.

“Do ya feel me here?” He places his hand that was previously chocking you on your tummy, feeling himself inside you.

You’re in a haze, not hearing him.

“Dumb slut is forgetting where she is.” He mockingly chuckles, he places his hands on your hips again and slows down his thrusts, not wanting either of you to come yet.

He frees your hands and whips your ass, lightly, with the belt.

You scream at the unknown pain, “stop please!” You cry out, placing your hands on the tree to support you.

He rips your dress off you.

Jungkook picks the speed up again, “too much!” You tell him.

He pushes you against him so your back is leaning against his front. You feel his abs on your back.

You moan when he hits your g-spot.

“You’re gonna take it,” he whispers into your ear, “you’re gonna take all of it. Everything I give you, yeah?”

You moan and nod your head, you’re on cloud nine, he’s fucking you so good…. You hate to admit it.

“Could be in you forever.” He moans, biting your shoulder, softly.

He smirks when you start fucking him back, “knew you were gonna give in.” He mocks you, playing with your nipples.

You start whimpering and whining and your moans are getting high pitched, that’s when he knows you’re getting close.

He is getting close too. He leaves kisses along your neck and cums into you with a grunt. Before you can cum too, he pulls out.

He strokes his cock and more cum come spurting out and lands on your ass.

You breath heavily as a sentence crosses your mind.

“You’re not allowed to cum.”

He turns you around by your shoulders and looks at your silent form, “you’re getting it now?” He asks but your focus is somewhere else.

How did he put his pants on so fast? You didn’t even hear him.

“You’re mine.” He smirks.

He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder, all naked. With his cum leaking out of your gaping hole and his cum on your ass.

You sigh.

You

Are

Defeated.

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Do NOT copy or translate

Thank you for reading 💕

Masterlist

[localkiss]

Pray to Leon, He's Your God

pairing: kidnapper!leon x f!reader

cw: creampies, afab terms used, pet names galore, ooc leon, mean and desperate leon, power abuse, degrading, praising, god complex, religion, praying during sex, ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, dumbification, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mentions of stalking, implied drugging, nipple play, somno, rape, hickey's, squirting, aftercare, las plagas mentions, control freak Leon lol, absolutely nasty dirty talk, spit kink, oral fixation, Ashley/Spain mission mentions...lmk if I missed anything >_< !

wc: 3.5k! hehehee a shorter fic for rn !

tags: @rigorwhoring @adiorxia @angelstargel @leonkennedygvrl @dilfstar @leonsdolly @dollfacefantasy @bonnibuckets @bunnyclaire @bwruisedkiss (tagging some moots :3 sry if u don't wanna be tagged gahhhh)

a/n: i didn't proof read much .. didn't edit much .. so um ignore anything weird. If it's messy n awkward uhhh GO WITH IT OK. 😮‍💨

“Baby,” he coos in your ear. Soft and sweet like he loves you. “open up.” Coaxing your mouth open for his thumb to slip inside.

The strange man dotes on you like a long-lost lover. Your brain is too foggy to even remember where you had met him if you did that. Tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you roll your head to the side, blinking extremely slowly, taking in the room around you.

A desk with a computer, two monitors and a gun lays on it. A couple of knives and a pack of gum too. You swear you can make out your panties and bra that went missing a few weeks ago on his desk as well. Makes you frown slightly.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and wipes the saliva on your lips, dragging it across your cheek. Like he's dragging his cock and tapping it all over your face. Get you all messy.

You swallow thickly, head swirling, body feeling heavy and numb all at once. Tears pricking your eyes as you lay beneath the dirty blonde in confusion.

“Who..” is all you can croak out, blinking the water down your cheeks.

“Shh baby… relax. I'm here to take care of you like you should be taken care of. Mkay?” He murmurs soft and sweet. Wiping away the tears.

Only then do you realize you're naked and he's only adorned in his boxers. How long has he been waiting for you to wake up? You don't even know what day it is or the time.

Weird as it is, you find yourself relaxing under his guidance, mimicking his steady breathing.

“Want some water, honey? Just stay here and be a good girl for me, alright?” He kisses your forehead, getting up and grabbing a water bottle from his fridge. Coming back with long, quick strides. “Here, sit up and open your mouth.” Helping you sit up against the pillows.

Slowly pouring the water into your mouth. Pulling away as soon as it fills up, watching you drink it. Repeating this step a few times before he sets it next to his bed.

“Good girl.” The man hums, patting your head like you're a dog.

“Mm… who are you?” You look up at him through your eyelashes, asking the question hesitantly.

“My name's Leon, baby. Do you not remember me?’

Shaking your head, he sighs. It's not like he expected you to remember him. The two of you met briefly at some sort of party and once the both of you were drunk, you got all handsy. Wanting him to fuck you in his car.

That was like right after he got back from his mission in Spain too. He swears Ashley didn't fully kill off the plagas in his body with the machine. It's whatever. What doesn't kill him only makes him stronger, he thinks. Unless this possessive, obsessive, need for you is something else. But then he doesn't want to end up like Major Krauser, all mutated and weird. He hopes it's something else.

“S’okay. We met a couple of times at a few parties. Got to know each other a little bit and slept with each other. And you gave me your phone number… here we are.” Maybe he's lying. Maybe he's not. You'd never know the difference as it feels like it's mostly true. Which it is. But he certainly didn't get your number through legal ways.

“Okay, Leon.” You mumble, limbs barely moving as you try to turn to your side. Wanting to rest a little bit.

“Wanna sleep, baby? Cuddle up with daddy?” He coos down at you, warm hands shifting you around and pulling the blanket over the both of you. His warm toned body is behind yours as he cradles you like a baby.

Soft kisses planted on your cheeks and one on your neck. You feel your face get red hot as you nuzzle into the pillow. “Mmh,” replying to his first question with a soft grunt.

Leon hums, “Goodnight baby girl. Sweet dreams.”

You don't even bother replying. Not like you could as you find yourself instantly asleep. Feeling his warmth behind you lulls you to your dreamscape.

Not long after you fall asleep, Leon kisses his way down your body. Maneuvering you to lay on your back. You sigh and open your legs, rolling your head to the side.

He sucks on your nipples, not biting down hard enough to wake you. Just to tease your unconscious body. Swapping between the two and massaging the other one he doesn't have his mouth on. God forgive him, for he cannot wait any longer.

Trailing a wet path down to your pussy, he moves the blankets up over you both. Making sure you're nice and warm as he feasts on you. He's not going to deprive you of your rest and warmth. Leon's not that big of an asshole.

“So pretty. Pretty fucking juicy pussy. All mine.” Kissing and nipping the skin around your vulva. Leaving light marks for him to enjoy later on.

Leon kitten licks your clit, groaning as he tastes you on his tongue. Tangy but so fucking good. Heaven. God created you for him, he's sure. Kissing all over your pussy, tonguing around your opening as he feels your body automatically flutter.

It's like she knows who owns her already. That got him smiling as he licks you open slowly and teasingly. Eyes fluttering shut as he immerses himself in the feeling and warmth of your body wrapped around his head.

He sucks on your clit, gently biting down on it. Wearing it down as he takes turns licking into you and sucking on your clit like a hard candy. If you were a flavor, he'd always buy your flavor. Make it his cologne, his soap, his detergent. So he can always be enveloped in you. And only you.

Slurping up your juices as he pulls away. Kissing each thigh tenderly, as his hips rock against the bed. Tasting you makes him harder than obsidian.

That night when he got your panties and bra after you guys fucked in his car drunkenly. He held them up to his nose and sniffed them so much, that people would've thought there were cocaine remnants in them.

But no, he was just addicted to the way you smelled and tasted. The way you cried on his tongue and begged him to just fuck you already. To stop teasing you.

Did he fuck you until you saw white? Yes, very much so. Until you squirted and made his arms bleed? Yep! He even went so far as to make you cum so much you couldn't even remember his name, just, “daddy, daddy, daddyyy!” Until you became a sobbing mess for him.

Of course, he gave you what you wanted the most though! His cum deep inside of your cunt. Multiple creampies. You truly emptied his balls. Couldn't get hard for the next couple of days. Truly washed over his libido to a much calmer state of mind.

He hovers over you, making sure to bring the blankets over his broad shoulders. Shifting his boxers down low enough to get his cock and balls free. Slowly rubbing up and down your slit with his tip. He lets out a soft groan, pushing into you and gritting his teeth to not wake you up from how loud he wants to be.

“Hail Mary, full of grace…” he begins slowly, “The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Fuck.. Holy Mary, mother of—fucking—God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death.” Leaning his head down into the crook of your neck. Repeating it again and again in his mind, louder and louder each time. Drowning out all the white noise in his ears.

Maybe it's just tinnitus but he thinks it's the plagas trying to invade his mind once more. He justifies his actions by blaming it on a virus infection. Your pussy is his fix. Only if you were just a bit more submissive like you were when you were drunk, maybe he would think of you as somebody he should kneel to. To worship.

“Amen. Amen, God fucking damn.” Leon rocks in and out, matching the pace of your breathing. He moans into your ear, gripping the fat of your hips before moving his hands to push your legs up to your chest. Immediately putting you into a mating press.

Licking and nibbling on each part of your neck that is exposed to his eyes, he mumbles sweet praises to your sleeping body.

“Yeah, good girl. Taking this cock so well, hm? Yeah?”

“Fuck baby, pussy squeezin' me like she doesn't wanna let go of me.”

“Mmm.. shit. Wanna make you mine. My wife. I'll get to do this to you every day. All y’gotta do is just lay there and be pretty f’me princess.”

“Yeah, yeah… take it. So fucking cute seeing your expressions and feeling your body enjoy me while you're asleep. You thinking about me baby? Dreaming about me ruining you in your sleep while I do it in real life?”

You try to shift around in your sleep and furrow your eyebrows. Letting out a low whine as your eyes roll around before opening hesitantly. “Mmph.. Leon?”

“Awwh, good afternoon sleepyhead.” He coos down at you, peppering your cheeks in kisses, rubbing up and down your sides. “Did daddy's dick wake you up?”

“Yeah,” you flutter around his length, barely processing what's happening. Only feeling full of him and his warm body pressing you into the blankets. Hands clutching onto his firm biceps weakly, digging your blunt nails into his pale skin.

Leon laughs cruelly, his hips rabbiting into your squelching heat with vigor. Half moaning into your ear, his hot breath tickling you faintly. “Shit. Look at me, baby. Who owns you? Let me fucking know who owns this pussy.”

Whimpering, your toes curl as a heat wave of embarrassment rolls down your spine. “Unhh… you do.”

He clicks his tongue at you and stops his hips, fully deep inside of you. “That's not who I am, princess. Now say it again or I won't fuck you.”

“Daddy…”

“Yeah, that's me. Now, use your big girl words and tell me who owns this pussy baby.”

“Daddy owns this pussy. Daddy owns me…” you squeeze your legs against his sides. Impossibly tight around his cock, earning a groan from him. Nails were almost close enough to draw blood from his arms.

“Good girl. Such a smart cookie, yeah? All it took was daddy having to be a bit firm with his baby.” He presses his lips to yours, capturing you in a messy, feverish kiss. Teeth clashing as he starts to thrust in and out. Tongue swiping all across your mouth, letting you suck on it briefly before he pulls away.

One hand holding up his weight, the other one squeezing your lips together. Dipping down to spit into your mouth. Smirking as he hears your little noises of pleasure.

“Knew my baby would like that. So dirty.” He moves your face up and down, forcing you to nod. “Look, you're agreeing with me. Such a slut, eager for her daddy. Mhmm…”

Leon's lips are the only thing you can focus on. Besides his dick, of course. “Daddy,” you spread your fingers around his face. Like you're in awe of him, putting them into his mouth curiously. “please?”

He gently bites down, licking and sucking on your fingers playfully. Dark oceanic eyes narrowing and analyzing you. “Baby wants my fingers in her mouth?”

Bingo. You don't even have to respond, just the look of surprise in your eyes is enough for him. He presses a wet kiss to your palm and wrist. Slipping his thumb into your mouth as he speeds up his hips.

Cock jumps inside of you as you close your eyes. Sucking on it with fervor makes him swallow a whine of his own. God, you'll bring out the desperate whiny side of him someday.

He'll still dominate you through the whines and whimpers, of course. Can't let his precious baby try to top him. It'd be so cute.

Watching you fail and beg for daddy to take over. He'd let you try though, but he'd know he'll forever be in charge. Just lending you the ‘power’ for the moment.

“Mmhhf baby. Don't do that. Daddy's gonna shoot his load inside you early. We wouldn't want that. Ain't that right pumpkin?” Leon hums, pushing down on your tongue with his thumb. Enjoying the way you drool around it and bite on it like he's some sort of oral stress relieving toy. Or gum. Not that he minds being your fix to your oral issue.

You loosely have a grip on his arm, sort of not wanting him to leave your mouth. Fluttering your eyelashes up at him, he presses his forehead against yours. Lowering his body so that he can barely pull out of you.

“Sweetheart, let daddy hold himself up with his other hand. Wanna play with your cute cunt. Make you cream all over this dick.” He pry’s himself out of your mouth, replacing it with his lips on yours. As he brings his other hand down to press tight and fast circles against your clit.

Lifting up so he can watch you fall apart on him. “Good girl. Such a sweet girl, letting her daddy do whatever he wants. Hmm? Isn't that right? Yeah,” he kisses your forehead tenderly.

At this point, you're babbling out nonsense. In your mind, you are agreeing with him. Out loud, you're saying, “daddy please.” As your walls squeeze around him tight like a vice.

He doesn't want to be too much of an asshole and make you use your dumb puppy brain, but there's a part of him that needs you to beg him to let you cum. Make you call him a God.

‘Please god, let me cum, please. I'll be a good girl, I promise.’ Something along those lines will do it for him. Fill that womb up with his sticky white cum.

“Want daddy to let you cum?” Leon's gonna slowly fade into it. Have you wrapped around his little finger. Just as he is wrapped around your body like a snake does to its victim. To its food.

“Uhuh, please daddy. Wanna cum,” you mewl out shamelessly. Tears gathering up in your pretty beady eyes. Goddamn, you look gorgeous.

“C'mon puppy. Use that pretty little brain and beg daddy correctly. Daddy'll even give you a hint, baby doll. Beg for God, because aren't I the owner of you? The one who fulfills your dreams, needs, and wants? Hmm?” There's this crazy look in his eyes. Black little veins popping up in his skin, looking similarly to a dead person. But it's also fucking hot how he looks so psychotic and desperate for you. And only you.

“Daddy—God, mmmph… please let me cum. Please!” Can't help the moans escape as he smacks his fingers against your swollen, sensitive bud. Your fingernails attach themselves to his chest, dragging red welts down to his abs. Feeling them flex as he groans in pain.

“That's right bunny, that's right. Cum for me. Cream all over this fat dick,” he purrs as he spanks your clit extra hard, in time with a deeper and harder thrust.

Watching you as your eyes roll into the back of your head and your mouth going slack. Holding you still as you tremble as you thrash around, orgasm still ringing around your body hard. Seeing you like this beneath him has his own climax running up on him. But he wants to make you watch as he fucks his cum into your womb.

“Baby,” Leon shushes, pressing faint kisses around your temples. “Look at me. Watch daddy's cock go in and out of your pretty pussy. Look at how daddy's stretching you out, baby girl. There's even a little bump from daddy.” He lifts up so you can look down between the two of you comfortably.

Still pulsing around him, he pushes down on the bulge. Listening to your cute little squeals of overstimulation. “God's gonna give you a baby now. Say, thank you, God. Thank you Leon for blessing me with your seed.” He half moans half chuckles, giving your cheek a couple of soft slaps.

“T-thank you God—Leon please… bless me with your cum…!” You sort of get it right. It's not like he's a stickler for how you say things or actually, repeat them back to him. Leon likes the control. So all is well.

He chants your name, rabbiting his hips even harder now. Eyes closed and forehead against yours. Whining as he gets closer and closer.

Leon groans as he feels your pussy greedily sucking him in. His hand immediately starts to rub your swollen nerves. “Gonna make you cum again and then I'll pump you full of it.”

You cry out, kicking and scratching at him. “S’too much! Can't cum again!” Lies. All lies.

“You can take it and you will take it. C'mon puppy. Know you can do it for me,” he coaxes another one out of you. Albeit slower this time.

Syrupy goodness coats your brain as you hiccup his name, going frigid beneath him. Oh, there you have it. Sprung a leak around his cock. You can't help but scream and hold onto him tightly. Cunt practically pushing him out because of how intense this one is.

The sight of you squirting uncontrollably has his cock kicking and spurting his hot, thick semen in your insides. Slowing his movements down he moans.

It's like it's never ending. Maybe Leon was backed up for a while and is gonna get you pregnant with triplets. Feels like it with the way he keeps pumping you full.

“Good girl. Good job. So good for me, mhmm… gonna keep you plugged up. Make sure it takes, yeah?” He coos soft and sweet, whining pathetically as his dick softens. All sensitive now.

Leon sounds so good, you think. All desperate for you.

You hum, blearily watching him maneuver the two of you around. Slumping against his chest, his warm hands soothe your sides. Giving him a soft kiss on his chest in reply. Too fuzzy-headed and dumb to even form an actual response. Not like he wanted one, it was probably more of a rhetorical question.

“That's it, baby. Rest on my chest. I'll clean us up once you're ready.” Giving the apex of your head a long kiss, he wraps his muscular arms around your frail, trembling figure.

Slowly pulling you into a deep slumber. With rainbows and sunshine.

Possibly an hour or two goes by and you wake up to warm water soothing your aching muscles. A soapy sponge rubbing your front side. Leaning back into him, you relax and let him do his thing.

“So pretty baby,” he sighs, grabbing a cup and slowly pouring it over your soapy body. Being careful not to get your face wet. “Does this feel nice?”

You nod immediately, scratching your scalp for a moment. Scooting away from him, grabbing your hair and giving him a good view of your back. Silently asking him to wash it.

The soapy sponge gently runs into your skin, over your shoulders and arms. Dipping down to your lower back before carefully going around your neck. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your head once more. Washing it all off before he lets you lay there against him.

Can't help but yawn and stretch. This is going to make you fall asleep again! “Daddy. Want to go to bed.”

“Hmm.. okay. Let's get you out of here. Daddy'll put you in the cutest outfit.” He grabs the towel and wraps it around you. Drying you off before he dries himself off. “Lift your arms for me.”

You close your eyes sleepily and lift your arms, feeling him tug a loose shirt over your head. And you instinctively lift your foot, allowing him to put panties on you and pajama pants.

Opening your eyes you see that it's Hello Kitty. Biting your lip, you watch Leon get dressed. Quietly zoning out on his chest.

Leon picks you up bridal style with ease. Despite you being a little chubby, he acts like you weigh like nothing.

“Snuggle close to daddy, sweetheart.” He sets you down, pulling the covers over the both of you. Reaching down to grab a stuffed animal he had under his bed. One he bought in advance. Thinking you'd like it.

It's a cute little shark! Leon puts it next to you as he wraps his arms around you securely. “Sweet dreams baby.”

“Sweet dreams daddy.” You mumble in return, putting the shark in your arms as you snuggle into his warm chest with a huff.

Maybe next time he'll force you on your knees and make you worship him. And if you don't do it right, he'll baptize you with his special white liquid until you immediately submit to him. To praise him as a higher being. But, first and foremost, he's your daddy, before he's your God.

[puppym3]

I’m kinda new to tumblr tbh but I need someone to write this so here goes lol

I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a smut story where Chan is feeling kind of insecure about himself and the reader ends up jerking him off while like cooing to him how pretty he is

basically a fic where the reader praises the fuck out of Chan cause he deserves it 🥰

.·:*¨ insecure!bangchan x reader ¨*:·.

wc: 1.3k (the shortest i've written)

warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, kinda subby chan?, established relationship, insecurities, comfort, praise, body worship, sweet, fluffy, slight oral (m. rec), handjob, (lmk if i missed any)

a/n: omg. i just finished writing and i was about to go to bed and then i read this and immediately needed to write it. tysm @hyunjinx42 for this suggestion <3 i hope it lived up to what u wanted

i love getting suggestions so if anyone has anything they'd like me to write, pls lmk!!! i also have a taglist if anyone is interested!

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You and your boyfriend were nestled comfortably on the plush, oversized couch, the soft glow of the table lamp casting a warm, inviting hue across the cozy living room. The air was filled with a serene ambiance, created by the gentle hum of the TV, which played a movie neither of you were particularly invested in. The flickering light from the screen danced across the room.

Your head rested gently on Chan’s broad shoulder, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest providing a comforting background to your quiet evening together. His arm, strong and reassuring, enveloped you in a protective embrace, pulling you close to him. The plush blanket draped over both of you felt like a cocoon, wrapping you in warmth.

Chan’s fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, his touch light and soothing. Yet, there was something different about his demeanor tonight. His usual warmth was overshadowed by a distant look in his eyes, as though his thoughts were caught in a whirlwind of uncertainties and insecurities that clouded his mind.

Sensing the shift in his mood, you shifted slightly, your instincts telling you that something was amiss. “Hey, Chan,” you said softly, your voice tender and concerned. “You okay?”

He sighed deeply, a sound laden with unspoken worries. His gaze flickered briefly to the TV screen, but it was clear his thoughts were elsewhere. The movie played on, a mere backdrop to the inner turmoil that occupied his mind. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, but his voice lacked its usual warmth, replaced by an undertone of hesitation.

With a gentle movement, you propped yourself up on one elbow, your eyes locked on his troubled expression. Your heart ached at the sight of him so distant, and you knew he was carrying a burden he wasn’t ready to share. “You don’t seem fine,” you said, your voice carrying a quiet intensity. “You’ve been distant for a while now. Talk to me, what’s on your mind?”

He hesitated, a fleeting moment of vulnerability crossing his features. He nervously bit his lower lip, a gesture that spoke volumes about the feelings he was experiencing. “It’s just… stupid thoughts,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your frown deepened, your concern growing. “Chan, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? No matter how silly it seems, I want to know what’s bothering you.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of apprehension and sadness. “It’s just… sometimes I can’t help but think you could be with someone more attractive. Someone who’s… I don’t know, more everything than me.”

The words struck you like a cold wave, leaving you momentarily speechless. It had never occurred to you that he, the sexiest man alive, might harbor such insecurities about his appearance.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Chan continued, his voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and self-doubt. “Like, I see the way other guys look at you, and they all seem to be models or something. And then there’s me. I mean, I know I can be sexy when I try, but it takes a lot of effort and makeup. Sometimes I just feel like you could do better, you know?”

The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, and you shook your head vehemently, your heart aching for him. “Chan, that’s not true,” you said firmly, your hands gently cupping his face. “You know that’s not true. You’re right about one thing—you look nothing like those other guys.”

You trailed your fingers down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate care. As you slowly opened the shirt, revealing his well-defined muscles, you couldn’t help but admire the smoothness of his skin. Your touch was tender, each movement imbued with love and reverence.

“They could never look like you,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his neck. “They could never have this sexy body, and your sexy voice, and your adorable dimple.”

As you kissed a trail down his chest, your lips lingering on his skin, you felt the tension in his body begin to dissolve. Your hands roamed over his muscles, appreciating the hard-earned contours of his physique. You adjusted your position, gracefully moving off the couch and onto your knees in front of him.

Your hands traced the lines of his toned abs, your fingers gently caressing the faint lines and bumps that spoke of countless hours in the gym. “Too sexy,” you whispered, looking up at him with a playful yet adoring smile.

His face flushed a deep crimson, and he looked down at you, his breath hitching in his throat. The vulnerability in his eyes was palpable, but there was also a flicker of desire that ignited as he watched you.

Your hands moved lower, reaching the waistband of his jeans. With a slow, deliberate motion, you unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them down along with his boxers. The anticipation in the air was electric as you exposed him to your view.

His half-hard cock was freed, and you wrapped your hand around it, gently stroking it.

"Nobody can have a prettier cock than you," you murmured, admiring its size and shape. "Not even a porn star."

Your hand ran slowly up and down his length, looking up at him.

He groaned, his cock twitching in your hand.

You smiled, moving closer. You pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, then licked the slit, tasting the bead of precum that had formed.

"Did I mention the sexy voice?" you asked, looking up at him again. "And the pretty face? And the way your dimple looks when you smile?"

You gave the head a kitten lick, your hand moving faster.

"So beautiful," you whispered.

He moaned, his cock throbbing in your hand.

You smirked, pressing a wet kiss to the head. "Too bad nobody else can have you, you're all for me," you murmured, your other hand giving attention to his abs.

His face was flushed as he watched you touch him.

You stroked him faster, kissing his cock again. "I bet none of those guys could make me cum like you can," you whispered, licking up the side of his cock. "No one makes me feel as good as you."

His cock twitched in your hand, and he bit his lip, stifling another moan.

"Nobody stands a chance against your hot body, your cute face, and your amazing cock," you whispered, pumping him faster. "You're so sexy, you're too much."

He gasped, his cock pulsing in your hand. He was close.

"You're mine," you whispered, stroking him faster.

"Yours," he groaned, his cock throbbing in your hand.

"So pretty honey, nobody else compares," you mumbled, stroking him harder.

You pumped him faster, eager to feel him cum.

"Come for me baby," you whispered, licking the tip of his cock.

His body tensed, his hips jerking as he came. His cock throbbed, shooting hot cum over your face and hand.

"Even pretty when you cum," you murmured, stroking him through his orgasm.

His body shuddered as he finished, his cock twitching a few more times before he relaxed, breathing heavily.

You released his cock, smiling up at him. You looked up at him through heavy eyelids. "So sexy, and all mine."

He smiled, reaching for your face, and pulling you up for a kiss.

You smiled, breaking the kiss. "Is that enough proof?" you asked, wiping his cum off of your face.

He nodded, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back onto the couch.

"Thank you for that, I love you," he murmured, holding you close.

"I love you, too," you said, nuzzling against him.

The two of you lay there in each other's arms, the TV still humming in the background.

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taglist for my beauties: @loverbangchan, @reignessance

[spideyriki]

oh man if u could so sub hybrid!hee or jake i’d love u forever … ur kitty jungwon one was so good !!! looking forward to more stuff from ur blog :D

puppy boy!

pairings: sub!jake x dom!reader

c. warnings: hybrid puppy!jake, mommy kink, pegging, drooling, collars, finger sucking + lmk if i missed anything!

w. count: 1.3k+

a. note: i'm so so sorry, anon, for how long overdue this was :(( i hope you like it tho, feedback n reblogs r always appreciated <3

it was late in the night and you were still busy doing your assignments, jake had supposedly gone off to bed hours ago.

"mommy", jake's small voice called out to you, snapping you out of work trance. you hum out confused as you turn around and see jake looking at you, an adorable pout adorning his face and his pretty pink collar still securely around his neck.

"what's wrong, jakey?",

jake's big puppy eyes looked nearly on the verge of tears, his puppy ears laying flat on his disheveled hair. unable to resist, you open your arms to invite jake to sit on your lap. in an istant, jake planted himself on your lap, the sound of his little bell from his collar jingling at how quickly he ran into your lap. despite his tired face, his tail wagged happily as your hand gently ran up and down the small of his back and his face burried in my neck.

"hurts, mommy...", jake whined out quietly.

"what hurts, pup?" you ask, concerned. jake's face flushed and he hid deeper in your neck, as his little puppy ears twitched. jake's hand gently holds your wrist, shyly guiding it down to his crotch and oh.

it was a miracle how you hadn't noticed how hard jake was earlier when he walked into your office, considering the large bulge his pajama shorts were barely covering. you coo at jake before your wrist palmed his covered erection, moving in small circular motions. at your teasing touch, jake lets out a pitiful whimper, subconsciously bucking his hips up into your touch.

"mommy, please fuck me...", jake's pout deepened as he continued grinding into your palm, his tongue mouthing your neck, letting his saliva coat your skin as a purple mark forms there for him to admire after.

you let him continue his ministrations for awhile longer until you notice his hips desperately bucking up into your palm and his hands travelled all over your body until he finally reaches up to squeeze your breast, a whine is ripped out of him as jake feels his orgasm approaching.

"i've barely done anything puppy and you're already such a mess", you taunt.

jake's cheeks flushed a red hue, his drool sliding down your neck, unshed tears brimming at his big puppy eyes and at some point, jake's hips had changed into a humping motion, trying to chase as much friction as possible.

at all the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm, you pull your hand away from his clothed dick, depriving him of his much needed release.

"mommy!", jake cries out. his eyes that were previously closed shut, jutting open to look at up at you as tears threaten to fall.

you quickly shush him and rub up and down his back in an attempt to soothe your puppy. your fingers reach to pull down his pajama pants, jake lifting his hips to help ease you. as the garment is removed, his throbbing cock jumps out, smacking his stomach. his tip an angry red as precum glistened on his slit, a drop of precum gathers and falls down the side of his long length, down a prominent vein. jake bites his lip as your thumb swipes at his slit, gathering his precum on it before bringing it up to your lips to wrap your tongue around the digit, humming out slightly at his taste, your beautiful eyes never once leaving his.

as you release your thumb, you usher jake off your lap. another sad whimper exits your puppy at the loss of your close proximity.

"take off your clothes, pup", you instruct jake as to which he quickly obeys. while jake, hurriedly strips himself, you clear your desk and reach in the drawer drawer to pull out jake's favourite strap.

by the time you turn back to face jake, he's completely nude. his pretty cock standing proud against his stomach, hard and aching. a small smile etches onto your face at jake's eagerness, his tail continuing to wag happily.

your fingers tap the desk once, immediately jake is bent over your desk, his back arched and resting on his forearms, just as you've trained him to.

reaching up, you ruffle his hair, "good boy, jakey", you praise, his ears perking up at the praise as he mumbles a shy thank you.

your hands roam all over his body, stroking from his shoulders to his slim waist before finally reaching his ass. gently you squeeze and massage his cheeks, rubbing the skin softly before your finger circles around his tight hole which flutters around nothing.

slowly, you push a finger in. his hole practically swallowing your digit. gently you gradually add more fingers into jake to stretch him out. as you begin to thrust your fingers into him slowly, jake whines out, rolling his hips back against your fingers.

"mommy, puppy's already streched for you."

a small chuckle leaves you at his desperation. pulling out your fingers, you spit into your hand to lube up your strap.

once you deem your strap ready, your hands circle around jake's slender waist before pushing your large cock into his hole. a moan is ripped out of jake's throat as he feels you deep in him, his body and chest flushing. your body stilled as you waited for jake to adjust to your girth, not even a minute later jake's hips begin to move against you.

your fingers stroke his waist soothingly, as you admire the way his delicate hips move languidly along your cock, struggling to take in your full length. his ass cheeks jump at each of his own thrusts, desperate to feel all of you in him.

"you can go faster than this, can't you puppy?", you coo encouragingly at jake.

multiple whimpers resonate throughout the room as you watch him do all the work himself, his movements fastening.

finally taking pity on jake, you finally begin to thrust into jake. the tip of your cock hitting directly into his prostate, jake lets out a loud cry at the overwhelming pleasure.

your poor baby is a mess by now, big pretty tears rolling down his pink cheeks, a mantra of moans and 'mommy' leaving him. tongue lolling out of his mouth drooling all over himself and your desk as he pants.

"look at the mess your making, baby", reaching forward you shove two fingers into jake's mouth to which he immediately sucks on, gagging slightly as they reach the back of his throat.

at the new angle, your cock reaches into his hole deeper, repeatedly abusing his prostate. despite your fingers in his mouth, it does little to stop your puppy from drooling, his saliva rolling down your arm. muffled moans and whines alongside your groans and the sound of your skin against jake's rings through the room.

jake's throbbing cock hangs heavily between his thighs, droplets of precum falling onto your wooden floors at your hard and deep thrusts. your other finger, reaches up to pinch at his pink nipples, jake mewls around your fingers at the pleasure. more tears are streaming down his pretty face, his mind is only filled with the thoughts of you as you fuck him dumb.

his hands gently pull at your wrist, "mommy please, need to cum!", he hurries out before sucking on your digits once again.

you release his now puffy nipple and reach for his cock, stroking it quickly, in pace with your thrust.

"cum for mommy, puppy. be mommy's good boy."

at your words, your fingers toying with his cock and your cock continuously kissing his prostate, jake moans around your fingers. his back arching beautifully as his cock releases a nearly concerningly large amount of cum, your hand strokes him through his orgasm.

his moans now quietened down to whimpers from the strength of his release, your hips slowing before finally going still. you gently pull out of jake, removing your fingers from his mouth, a string of saliva connecting you.

immediately, praises fall out of you. jake lets you manhandle him gently until he's resting on your lap on your chair once again. a comforting hand patting over jake's back while pressing soft kisses wherever you can reach as he rests his head on your shoulder, arms wrapping around you tightly, his tail wagging as he basks in your praise.

©spideyriki 🍉

[iheartcake123]

Hi , i have a request, I wanted to know if you could do a cha hyunsu x fem reader , where in season 1 , reader is pregnant but doesn’t get a chance to tell Hyun su , and in season 2 , reader and baby boy run into Hyun su and everyone at the hospital, so baby boy runs off after friend (monster) or something and Hyun su /monster form finds out about the tie son with reader 💕if so thank you so much I’ve been asking so many people😭💕

hello!! thank you for your request, it was really fun to write but im so sorry it took so long to write!!🫶 here’s the fic for you ( i also adjusted the timeline so that it makes more sense, so rather than it being less than a year time skip like the show, it’s now a 1 year and 6 month time skip) <3 i feel like this could have a part 2 but im unsure so lmk what you think!!!

cha hyun-su x f!reader for @dadyscumslutprincess20

warnings:none

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you stared down at the pregnancy test in your hand, your breath shaking and your hands trembling. you were in complete disbelief. there was no way it was real. right?

with a gulp, you wrapped the pregnancy test in some tissue and shoved it into your pocket. you were trying to think about the timeline and ways to tell hyun-su specifically. after all, he deserved to know the most.

when was the best time to tell him? how would you bring it up? and how would he react? these were all the questions that ran through your mind.

as time went on at green home apartments, you tried to approach the topic when you were with hyun-su but each time for some reason you found yourself unable to do so. whether it be because of certain circumstances or whether it be because your words kept getting caught in your throat.

for some reason you were unable to tell him.

and then when you finally built up the courage to tell him, hyun-su had given himself up to the military.

after making it out safely from green home apartments, you separated from the rest of your friends and tried to look for hyun-su.

but as months passed, you began to lose hope. you also had other things to focus on. as your due date approached you hid out in an abandoned hospital. it was the best place to be as it was safe and convenient.

and soon enough you gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.

before you knew it, it had been over one and a half years since you’d last seen hyun-su. and your baby boy was now just over 10 months old. he was already starting to crawl and life keeping him hidden and safe was harder than ever since he’d always manage to crawl away when you least expected it.

the day started like usual. you woke up early, fed your son and began your daily tasks of making sure the abandoned hospital was as safe as it could be.

you carried your son on your hip as you made your way to the area you usually would sleep in. you were going to put your son down for a short nap, that was until you heard noises that sounded like feet.

you put your son down and drew out your gun. you checked the entire floor you were on just in case but there wasn’t anyone or anything that you could see. you let out a breath of relief when you didn’t find anything but when you went back to your sleeping area to check on your son, your heart dropped.

he was gone.

you began to panic.

maybe he’d just crawled somewhere?

you searched the entire floor again but he was no where to be found. you hurriedly rushed to the floor below. you cautiously looked around, you knew that sometimes start monsters would wander the halls.

your heart beat pounded in your chest. you could hear a baby cooing. you followed the sound and rushed to the room it sounded like it was coming from.

as soon as you entered the room, you saw some familiar faces.

you immediately recognised eun-yu and hyun-su. but you didn’t recognise the third person with them. on the floor nearby, there sat a small monster playing with your son.

“y/s/n!” you breathed a sigh of relief as you ran to pick up and cradle your child.

“y/n?you’re alive?” eun-yu couldn’t believe her eyes.

you let out a smile and nodded your head and she rushed to hug you.

“is he yours?” she then asked and you smiled as you handed him to her.

“meet y/s/n, my son” you whispered and she looked towards the guy you’d never met before.

“this is chan-young” eun-yu briefly mentioned and you sent him a smile.

your eyes then wandered to hyun-su. something about him was different, his eyes were a deep dark blue colour and his expression wasn’t one that you recognised. his whole demeanour had changed and yes, while you hadnt seen him im over a year, you still knew him.

you furrowed your eyebrows trying to figure out why he was so different and as soon as you saw him smirk, you instantly knew.

this was hyun-su’ monster form that was out.

“y/n” he eyes looked you up and down as he licked his lips.

“hyun-su” you swallowed hard as hyun-su then made his way towards you.

“have you missed me?” he tilted his head to the side and brought his hand up to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“you’re not hyun-su” you brushed him off.

“but i am, i know all his thoughts, feelings and desires” he looked at your lips when he said the last part.

“leave her alone!” eun-yu suddenly snapped and you turned to her.

“it’s okay” you reassured her and gestured for her to go out the room with your son.

she soon left and chan-young followed.

“where’s hyun-su?” you turned to hyun-su’ vessel in front of you.

“it just hurts now y/n. i am hyun-su but, if you’re talking about our weak side then you should know he’s currently healing. if i didn’t take over he would’ve died so you should really thank me. you must know i can’t have him dying on me” he let out a scoff towards the end.

“when will the other hyun-su be back?” you questioned.

“not for a while..so let’s catch up. it seems that a lot has happened- you have a child. is it ours?”

“it’s hyun-su’ child’” you corrected him.

hyun-su’ monster form chuckled. he noticed all the little details. how you played with your sleeve when you were nervous and how you shifted your weight uncomfortably as you tried to avoid looking directly at him.

he was going to use it to his advantage.

“so, that baby is part mine too” he leaned close to your face and you felt your heart beat quicken “you know? i feel what hyun-su feels and more. tell me y/n, what do you want?”

you closed your eyes, skin tingling as you felt hyun-su’ breath on your skin because of how close he was.

“i-“ you began but were cut off when your son suddenly ran into the room.

in an instant you picked him up and he squirmed in your arms as he then tried to reach over to hyun-su.

you were hesitant but there was a slight glint in hyun-su’ eyes that seemed familiar so you handed the child over to him.

“and who might you be?” hyun-su’ tone changed as he tickled the little boy.

you raised an eyebrow, confused at how quickly hyun-au’ monster form was able to change his demeanour to resemble something similar to the original hyun-su.

maybe they weren’t so different after all.

[puddlngs]

2:13 a.m.

Genre: Porn w/out plot

Paring: Yeosang x F!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

WARNINGS! MDNI! 18+ vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, dirty talk (kinda? not really??), praise kink, squirting, strong language. please lmk if i missed anything!!

a/n: hiii! first post! this written pretty quick late at night, this was not revised so there will be some grammatical errors, maybe even some horribly done verb tense, + i haven't written smut in some years so bear with me!! <3 not sure if i really liked how this turned out

Moans and squelching sounds filled the dim lit room, it was way past midnight and neither you nor Yeosang could fall asleep. It wasn’t till he suggested a way that can help both of you use up your pent up energy that was keeping you away from your slumber. 

That’s how you ended up with Yeosang between your legs, having them draped over his shoulders.

“M’please, more.” You whined, getting a handful of his dark hair, gently tugging in hopes he will listen to you. He was scattering wet kisses all over your inner thighs as he pumped a finger at a painfully slow pace into your wet cunt.  “More what baby?” he crooned. He left a peck onto your swollen clit, causing you to lift your hips at the feeling, wanting more. 

“Fuck, stop teasing.” Your mouth was dry, mind hazy as all you can think about is reaching your orgasm. “My angel doesn’t like when I fuck her slow with my fingers?” He teased, you couldn’t see him but she knew he had a shit eating grin plastered onto his lips. You let out a gasp when you felt him insert another finger in, still with the agonizingly slow pace. Yeosang began to pump and scissor his fingers into you. “You feel so good baby, can’t wait to stuff you with my cock.” He moaned. “Mm, Sangie, faster please.” A whimper left your lips, you could barely keep your eyes open, trying to focus to reach your peak even at this lethargic pace. “Since you said please, I’ll give you what you want.” He didn’t even give you time to process what he said when he began pumping his fingers at a brutal pace. The air left your lungs as you felt him pump in fast and deep into that spot you desperately needed him to reach. 

Your grip on his hair tightened as he continued to pound into you, eyes rolled back once you felt his lips latch onto your clit. Sucking harshly causing slurping noises to echo your shared bedroom. “Feels s’good.” You managed to moan out, he was deliciously fucking you with his fingers as he lapped and sucked you up simultaneously. 

“Taste so fucking good baby.” He moaned, grinding himself onto the mattress. He was so pussy drunk, could easily get off by just pleasing you. With the way his fingers were relentlessly fucking you, hitting that spot that made you see stars. Your gummy walls began to clench around him, causing Yeosang to groan. “Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” He knew you were close, it was making his mind race at the thought of your cunt convulsing around his fingers, your sweet juices spilling out of your hole just for him to devour it all. “Fuck, Yeo, s’close.” You choked out, grinding your hips, pushing your puffy cunt towards your lover, needing, wanting more of this feeling. “That’s it baby, cum on my fingers.” He cooed, that was all it took for you to reach your climax. Your whole body tense, with a wave of a euphoric feeling washing over you, your walls clenching down, milking Yeosangs fingers. He let out a groan as he felt how tight you were clenching him, it just aroused him more, imagining his thick cock stuffed between your walls. 

He helped you ride out your high by still slowly pumping his fingers in you, your body would involuntarily twitch from the intense orgasm you had just experienced. Pulling out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty you winced at the feeling. Yeosang saw the mess you made on his fingers and your leaking hole, which made him salivate at the sight. Bringing his fingers up to his mouth, wrapping his lips around them sucking. He groaned at the taste of you, he needed more. “Always so good and sweet for me, my pretty girl.” He murmured, with his face a mere few inches away from your cunt. He dove right in, lapping up everything, not leaving a single drop behind. This caused you to shudder and whimper at the feeling as you were still immensely sensitive from your previous orgasm.  “Y-Yeo.” You whined as you tried to gently push him away from you.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He spoke against you, grabbing a hold of your thighs to keep you in place as he devoured you. Licking a long stripe against your slit, letting out a hoarse moan at the feeling of how sensitive you are. “Fuck.” You sighed.

“I want you to cum on my tongue, I know you can angel.” Yeosang spoke in between licks, your mouth hung open unable to form coherent sentences, just letting out a choked out moan. Your hand once again latched onto his hair again, this time you pulled with more force, it caused him to let out a moan against your cunt, sending a wave of pleasure running through you. Plunging his tongue into your tight hole while his fingers worked on your sensitive bud only made your body feel like it was on fire. You’ve become a mess, letting out a string of moans and curses, feeling yourself trying to clench around his tongue. 

“Fuck, I could eat you out all day if I could, taste s’good.” He began to pick up the pace with his tongue and fingers. It was all too much, with no time to recover from your first orgasm to now reaching your second one of the night. Without warning, Yeosang plunged three fingers back into your sopping cunt, making your breath hitch. His pace was brutal, fingers curling hitting your g-spot. You cried out as he fucked you senseless while sucking on your sensitive bud. Soon enough you felt this similar tight feeling creeping up, but something was off. You felt as if you had this sudden urge to pee. “W-wait Yeo. I-I think I have to p-pee.” Stuttering your words as are you trying to push him off of you, though, he would not budge. Instead, you weren’t even sure how but he picked up the pace, with only your loud moans and the lewd noises coming from below filling both your ears. 

“M’gonna.” You sobbed, you couldn’t speak, you were so overstimulated at this point it was hard to function. “Please, cum for me baby.” Yeosang whimpered, he placed his tongue near your entrance as his fingers still pumped into you, sticking out his tongue, ready to catch your delicious essence. 

Your body tensed, feeling a foreign feeling, it was more intense than ever before. Quickly clear fluid gushed out of you and onto Yeosang’s tongue and slightly on his face. You let out the most pornographic moan that Yeosang has ever heard. With you cumming that hard, specifically squirting and letting out that noise? Oh, he would’ve cum on the spot. Your heart was beating out of your chest, trying to catch your breath from the most intense orgasm you have had in your entire life. 

Yeosang climbed up so he was now hovering on top of you, your slick still covering his mouth and chin. You couldn’t help but enjoy how he looked, even turning you on again. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I should overstimulate you more often like that.” He huffed out with a laugh, leaning in to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. You still felt dizzy from the previous events, this just added more fire to it. The two of you deepen the kiss, you wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Moaning as he pushes his tongue past your lips, exploring every inch of your mouth, you just couldn’t get enough of him, but without warning he pulled away. Leaving the two of you breathless, you confused with a pout on why he stopped. “God, you’re so cute.” He smiled, seeing how beautiful you are. “Why’d you stop?” You tilted your head. 

“I needed to ask you something first.”

“What is it?”

“Are you tired yet?”

“No, why?”

“Good, cuz I’m not done with you.”

[hannieehaee]

finding out you're pregnant - vu

hhu, vu, pu

content: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of marriage, established relationship, initial negative reactions, fluffy outcome for all of them.

wc: 736

a/n: thank u to the person who requested this <3 pls lmk if u guys would like a pu version! just for context, the og request was for them to have a negative reaction and then transition to fluff!

masterlist

jeonghan -

for the first time in his life, he'd be speechless, not knowing how to proceed. this had always been one of his dreams, and you were his dream person, so why was he not reacting? why was he just sitting there staring at you? why was he not jumping in joy at the thought of you bearing his child? he had no answers for any of these questions, sitting in place as the information replayed in his head.

his stoic reaction would only last so long. only until the very moment in which he sensed his lack of reaction mightve hurt your feelings, causing him to immediately jump up and hold you in his arms, wiping any tears that mightve fallen and cooing at you, calling himself an idiot as he told you how happy he was to share this with you, sharing his hopes for a girl.

joshua -

he'd be immediately terrified, not having planned for this at all. he had always wanted to have kids, but he thought itd be at a point where he had already settled down with you, maybe put a ring on your finger. you'd be met with no response at first, just a wide-eyed joshua who was seemingly collecting his thoughts. he wouldnt realize that his silence would have you thinking the worst of thoughts, thinking that maybe he didnt want this, nor you.

you two would have to talk about it a bit, speak for the realistic steps that would have to be taken to assure a safe and happy life for the both of you considering his very public career. he'd take a break from all the logistics, though, to let you know how over the moon he was. he'd apologize for the delay in his reaction, but would let you know that this had always been one of his dreams. he didnt care if it came at an unplanned time, all he cared about was that it was you he was doing it with.

jihoon -

would slap himself mentally at the 'shit' that immediately left his mouth when you first uttered the news to him. would try to backtrack the moment he sensed the dejection in your demeanor. he hadnt mean to say that! it was just a slip of the tongue, truly!

after the initial shock wore down (and after a ton of apologies from him), he would tell you how incredibly happy he was at the news, having never imagined he'd have a child with the love of his life. he'd express his very realistic worries at the fears he may have had of having a child of his own, but would reassure you that this was a journey he was ready to take with you.

seokmin -

yet another member who would be rendered speechless. you? pregnant? with his kid?? his brain couldnt function. he had never felt such happiness in his life. he had been waiting for years for his sister to have a kid, with the endless hope of becoming an uncle, and now you were telling him he was going to be a dad? there were no words to describe his happiness. except his silence would have you feeling the exact opposite.

the moment you even began to verbalize your worries at what you perceived to be his disappointment in the news, he would immediately interrupt you and smother you with all the love he could muster. would not allow you a single word in as he cried against your arms about how happy he was, how this was the greatest moment of his life and how he would give you and your little one everything the world had to offer.

seungkwan -

eyes wide and breath caught in his throat. would immediately freak out, as he usually did. wouldnt even process anything after the word 'pregnant' left your mouth. wouldnt even realize you were equally as freaked out, unknowing as to what to do with his frantic reaction.

it would take him a while to calm his breathing, bringing himself right back to earth. upon realizing how badly he freaked you out with his own reaction, he'd apologize repeatedly, telling you that it was just in the heat of the moment and that he'd support you in any and every way. would tell you how this was the greatest thing and that he was so happy to start this new life with you.

[chronicsunshincs-a]

for: @invcntions

" YOU KNOW SOMETHING? " a beat. " you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. "

[yanderes-galore]

May I ask for lmk Macaque with your list of prompts 59, 57 and 22 :3

Sure! Here's sadistic shadow monkey that follows you around :) I really do love him, lol. Hope you like the plot (It isn't much but I'm sure him learning you have other friends... opens old wounds.)

Yandere! Macaque Prompts 59, 57, 22

"Are those friends of yours? Are they your everything?"

"You're stuck with me, like it or not."

"They never loved you. Only I love you."

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Emotional manipulation, Stalking, Jealousy, Possessive behavior, Clingy behavior, Forced relationship/companionship.

Macaque had recently found a new toy to mess with. He had always been one to mess with humans for his own amusement. Mischief was one of his favorite things.

Speaking of favorite things...

"You aren't ignoring me, are you~?" His voice echoes around you, shadows changing shape on their own. You had grown used to such anomalies recently. Shadows following you around had been something you were dealing with for months.

"Aww, come on, sweetheart! Did you really think I'd just leave you alone? You're far too interesting for that...."

Just like that the shadow monkey manifests, piercing yellow eyes staring into you as he materializes. He has a grin on his face, arms crossed as he circles you. Here he was... your forced companion.

"It's just so boring without you in my sight, Y'know?" Macaque purrs, acting like he ever let you out of his sight. He follows you from the shadows and in animal form. Really... there's no way he ever takes his eyes off you.

Which is why he felt he should 'cut in' when he saw you with a group of supposed friends.

"Didn't even bother to invite me~?" Macaque pouts playfully, dramatic as ever. He then wraps his arms around you, fur tickling your skin as he flicks his tail. He can feel your body tense under his touch, making his grin return stronger. "I thought you loved me~? Aren't we friends?"

Macaque can see your teeth grit at his comment. In response he really rubs it in, nuzzling into you playfully with a sigh. Oh how he loves your little reactions.

"Not now, Macaque." You say, trying to shoo him away but the monkey stubbornly stays. You had just had finished hanging out with your group of friends before Macaque stepped in. So luckily... they didn't have to see you try to shake off a shadow monkey.

"Why~?" Macaque whispers, tail swaying as his grip tightens. "Were those friends of yours?" Macaque coos, circling so he's in front of you. His grin is teasing... but also appears to be hiding something underneath. "Are they your everything?"

"Yes?" You answer, making Macaque lean back and cackle. You glare at him... only to pause when he stops with a serious expression. He looks... irritated.

"Oh, sweetheart..." Macaque purrs, staying close to you. "Do you really think they care about you?"

"Hey, what's your problem!?" You growl, pushing at the monkey as he grips your hands. He grins, holding them up to place on his cheeks with a cruel look in his glowing eyes.

"What? Don't believe me?" Macaque frowns in a growl, playing with your mind. He doesn't like the idea of you having other friends. Really... you deserve so much better.

"Of course I don't!" You hiss, pulling your hands away as Macaque frowns.

"Really now?" Macaque tilts his head before giving a concerned look. "If anyone knew the truth, it would be me!"

You look at him confused, Macaque humming with a nod of his head. He begins to circle you again, occasionally prodding at you affectionately. He loved when you squirmed.

"Don't give me that look, dear! Can't you tell?" Macaque prods, leaning his head against you. "If I can follow you around... Then I can follow them! Which means..."

Macaque notices the hurt in your gaze, leading him to quickly latch onto you.

"Oh, don't worry... that's why I'm here!" Macaque chirps, embracing you. "You look like you're about to cry... it's okay... just let me comfort you~"

Macaque knew how to use his words. He knew just what to say to manipulate others. You, poor oblivious thing, looked like you believed him.

Which made it much easier to lure you in all for himself.

"They never loved you. I heard it myself!" Macaque nods, playing the role of looking genuine as he sees your eyes water. Such a bittersweet look. "Really, only I love you."

"You're lying..." You whisper, the monkey leaning closer to your face.

"I swear I speak only the truth." Macaque whispers, tilting your chin up. "Cross my heart and hope to die."

Macaque observes as you stare ahead, not quite trusting him. He understands, he's a known liar. In fact, he's lying right now.

But your emotions are quick to take over rational thinking.... It's not like you can prove him wrong, right? Maybe your friends really are just pretending.

"I see..." You whisper, Macaque smiling when he realizes he has you wrapped around his finger.

"You never needed them anyways, sweetheart." Macaque shakes his head, humming while he pets your hair. "Seriously, they were so dull."

You can see Macaque stick out his tongue in disgust before returning his attention to you. You swore his piercing eyes dilated as he wraps his tail around you. You couldn't believe this.

"Well, I think it's time I made you feel better." Macaque hums, patting your back playfully before grabbing your hand. "How about we go on a little walk? Get something to eat?"

You look hesitant. Macaque wasn't someone you could necessarily trust. Although... he's been working on getting better lately, right?

It's not like he's hurt you....

"Again with the looks?" Macaque pouts. "Yeesh, the truth hurts, doesn't it?"

You nod and Macaque hums, a grin returning to his face before he pulls you into him.

"Well, come here then!" Macaque sighs, embrace tight against you. "I'll be here to comfort you... maybe even teach them a lesson for you, yeah?"

Macaque chuckles darkly, eyes half shut while he holds you tight against him and presses his face beside your ear.

"After all, You're stuck with me, like it or not, sweetheart."

[shidouryusm]

Soooooo sami 👉👈 since we are both Hawks girlies we are in agreement that he has the most sensitive wings right? The kind that would quiver and tremble when he cums and if you touch them at any point he's just instantly hard... and if you grip them whilst jerking him off his hips will buck off the bed and he whines. Right???? 🫣

im so sorry it took me this long to finish it. i promise i intended to make them fuck but I got carried away into the plot iiufbiufhwjf. but you ask and i serve baby.

Hawks may be the one with wings but it was you who made him fly

Hawks x f!reader

synopsis: keigo arrives from a hellish day at work. as his sweet little girlfriend you find a way to relieve him

minors DNI. 18+ content.

word count: 2.4k (it was supposed to be a drabble...sigh)

content: hero au, established relationship, female anatomy!reader, switch!hawks,a little subby hawks but he switches at the end, handjobs, blowjobs, implied penetrative sex at the end, teasing, a bit of edging, titplay, playing with balls, cumeating, idk lmk what i missed.

a.n- well this was nasty and fun to write. this is my first time writing about him so do let me know how do you like it. not proofread well im v tired its 3 am :((

6:07 pm. The tokyo skyline has painted itself in the inkish blue, the little canvas of twilight already dwindling away while you stand in the middle of the balcony taking it all. you look up into the horizon, eyes hoping to catch a speck of red and yellow to appear that will sweep you out of your waiting game. 

Keigo was supposed to arrive atleast 40 mins prior, considering he gets off of duty today relatively earlier than other days. Promising an evening reserved to enjoy the pacificity of being with you – away from the worldly issues. 

He usually glides through the air, slowly landing on this very balcony, pressing a fleeting kiss on your lips even before his feet touches the ground and stumbles you both inside the house. According to him – it keeps things interesting. whatever he meant. you chuckle lightly thinking about that. 

Your trance of thoughts almost missed out the door knob turning and instead of the grandeur entrance of your boyfriend like some flying peter parker he is, you watch him sluggishly drag his body in. 

“to what do I owe such anticlimatic entrance, darling?”, you ask amusedly, walking inside the house to greet him which soon diffuses as you realise the dark shadows under his eyes and his face worn out by a hundred years. he looks beat up. 

“baby?…”, you voice in worry.

Keigo looks at you, watching him with a hint of concern playing in your eyes. you look so cute like that, he thinks. eyebrows squinted together, head slightly tilted and lips jutted together in confusion on why he’s staring at you like that. your skin looking soft and as tempting to get a feel of, decorated with a purple satin loungewear. 

Keigo takes a step forward, closing the distance. your hands reach his face, stroking from the little stubble in his chin to the swell of his cheek. he melts in your touch, his hands finding your waist and pulling you against his body. Keigo hides his face in your neck, his breath comes out in short huffs, tickling you in the crevice between your shoulder and head. 

“It’s been heck of a day”, he mumbles. pity courses through you when you hear his strained voice. You comb through his slightly unruly locks, scratching the base of his scalp while he holds you flush against his body , letting a hum right against your skin.

“awe..made you work a little too hard, baby?” you coo. One hand still raking through his hair while the other snakes around his waist, going upwards till it brushes against the base of his red, bright feathers.

The feel of your hands against his feathers jolts keigo up, a small grunt leaving his lips, still pressed against your neck. your fingers trail over his back, ghosting over his feathers before you carress them again. 

This time,a small, breathy moan escapes from keigo. his hands on your lower back pulls you in— as if you’re not already just a layer away from being inside his skin. 

You smirk, his reactions turning the cogs in your mind to play with him a bit.

“are you sensitive there, keigo?” you asked amusedly, your finger circling the base, right where his feathers sprout out. his face is hidden against your neck but you could still make out the hint of redness that spreads over the nape. 

Keigo pushes himself against you, the movement causing you to feel his clothed bulge rub against your naked thigh, you let out a soft sigh. you could make out the hardness of his cock even with the clothing.

His dick strains against you and what a good girlfriend like you would do in this situation—of course help him out in his little issue.

You pull him off of you, his eyes are drooping. you press a quick kiss on his lips before looping your arms around his neck. 

You feel his eyes glide downwards, taking in your figure. A flimsy tank top hugs your upper body in the most alluring way possible, your nipples hardened and poking out of the fabric like two peaks, making Keigo’s cock jump in his pants. The matching shorts rides up your thighs, exposing the full expanse of the plush skin under his golden eyes. you look so comfortable…and delectable. 

“should I help you out a little? you look like you could use some” you say, a little giggle passing through your lips. his eyes are still glued on your body and you take this opportunity to slightly tug the base of his feathers, bringing his attention back to you. Keigo hisses at the sensation, his face morphing into a temporary state of pleasure whenever your fingers come in contact with his supple feathers.

“Mhmmmm”, you hear him hum before his lips clash against yours. You stand there, in the middle of your hallway as keigo makes out with you, his lips languidly playing the push or pull with your lips. 

His hand reach down the back of your thigh and he hooks your whole leg around his waist, the position allowing him to rub his cock directly against your core. You moan into the kiss. Wanting more. But most importantly, making him feel wanted even more.

You push him towards the bedroom, both of your linked bodies stumbling under the low lights of the hallway till you reach there.

His body is manhandled onto the mattress, your figure hovering over his, as you keep on planting kisses all over his face, reaching his jaw. your mouth tilts against his while your tongue presses flat on his skin, savouring his taste. Keigo grabs your hips, needing something to ground himself from the sudden dominance you’re showing – not that he’s complaining at all.

“fuck baby…you’re so hot like that”, his voice raspy and laced with yearn. You hum against his jawline, your hands tugging on the tight compression shirt he has, wanting them off his body. 

He obliges. Your eyes drink the way his muscles taut while he pulls the fabric off himself and tosses it somewhere you could care any less about. Your hands lay against his pecks, as your mouth finds his once again. Keigo deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue inside the cavern of your mouth, a dribble of spit escaping from your shared mouth down your chin.

Your hands reaches towards his feathers and your hands softly massages the ends of it, making keigo moan in your mouth. 

“fuck…this will make me-” keigo squirms a little,  his mouth dancing more fiercely with yours. his hands squeezes your ass, making your clothed core grind in circular motions over his crotch, multiplying the sensation by tenfolds in Keigo's and your body.

“Cum? just by playing with your feathers? didn’t know you were that sensitive keigo.” you tug the ruffled plumage and Keigo almost bust a nut. his head falls backwards from the treatment and his hips inadvertently buck against your core. Your pussy lips are planted right over his dick and the way he thrusts himself upwards makes you pulsate. 

You look at him majestically submitting to you, so bare and vulnerable. It stirs a different feeling inside you. 

Top.2 hero for the world yet so weak in the knees for you. Wings so fierce yet so tamed under your touch.

“d-don’t get too ahead, you’ll regret it, darling” you hear keigo warn in between the kisses, his voice still broken and hoarse. 

“oh really? sure.” you use both your hands in work. one tugs the feathers, a little rougher than previous times, while the other hand palms his cock, rubbing the palm of your hand against the head of his cock. Keigo moans unashamedly, having his sensitive feathers played like that.

 “doesn’t look like it though” his little moans vibrates against your skin

That’s what you love about keigo. He may act tough and smug but will not be slightest bit of ashamed to vocalise his feelings during sex. Starting from little grunts to lewd moans – he drawls all of them. The little shake in his voice makes your pussy throb painfully, wanting nothing more than to sink yourself in him and drown yourself in pleasure while holding him tightly within. 

Your hands trail upwards towards the belt of his pants, peeling them out of his skin. His cock is swollen, the veins roped around the shaft popping angrily, hard as it sprung up, slamming against his stomach. The sight already enough for you to gush your arousal on his lap. 

you wrap your hands around his base, feeling his cock twitch upon the feel of your skin. Keigo tenses with the touch, exhaling audible breaths. His hands reach your shoulders, dropping the strap of the thin tank top. 

He could see your tits slightly jiggle from the movements and his mouth wanted nothing more than to wrap itself around your pert buds. 

You move your hands in rhythm – twisting and squeezing your hand in a way that he absolutely loves. A move that always gets him off. Your hands reaches the top of his shaft, his tip is angled beautifully, pre-cum falling of the slit endlessly. You run your thumb against the skin, pressing into the little slit. 

Keigo hisses again, his hands reflexively grabs your hair and tugs it. 

“F-fuck, don’t…”

you smirk at his reaction, smearing the pre-cum around the cockhead, reaching down the frenulum. while your hands work its wonders, his deft ones tugs your tank top down, releasing your tits from the confines. He kneads the soft mounds…pinching and rolling the nipples with his thick fingers.

The whole scene is lewd and pornographic – both of your hands working against each other to pleasure. Yours on his cock, stroking up and down in a steady rythm, occasionally squeezing the tip while his finds your tits to massage and jiggle it under his palm. Straight out of a sex tape.

You fondle his balls. It feels hot and heavy on your hands while you massage them. his muscle tenses, fighting every nerve to not spill his release yet. Stretching the seconds to imprint the feel of your hands. He reaches your shorts, his hands glides under them and reaching your cunt. 

“You’re so wet, baby. Seeing me like this gets you off?” he uses two of his fingers to separate the lips, his middle finger stroking the slit of your pussy all the way to the bundled nerve. he flicks it with one hand, earning a whimper from you. Keigo might get tamed under you momentarily but he still has the power to keep you on your toes as well.

His hands on you feels like heaven but you had a mission to accomplish. You get off his lap, kneeling right in front of him. Resting your hands on his thighs, you sink your mouth in his cock — sending keigo on the brink of orgasm right then and there.

“Oh shit…baby wait…” you move your mouth, your tongue kitten licks the head and moves down. His hands rest on the sides of your head while you bob un and down on his cock. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Look at your feathers all ruffled and disheveled. So so pretty.” 

Keigo could feel his heart hammering at your words. He always thought his love for you had reached the threshold way above the earth but you just had to prove it wrong. Looking at you gazing him with the doe eyes, your hands working deft magic to play with him on the edge of release, you were indeed the one with wings. Wings from the above. A descendent of heaven tailored specifically for him. 

“What a perfect little baby I got” he muses. You lay your tongue flat against his shaft, engulfing the whole length in your mouth, the ends of it reaching your throat. Your nose tickling with the untrimmed golden pubic hair decorating his pelvis. You tilt your mouth sideways, sucking more of him while your hands under plays with his balls. They twitch under your hands, begging for the release. You remove your mouth after licking the entirety of his length, his pre-cum smeared sheen on your lips. His wings flap and wraps around you. The sharp ends of the feather trailing the naked body of yours. 

You smirk devilishly before grabbing a handful of his feathers, tugging it from the ends, sending a trail of shock right to his spine which gushed down between his legs. 

Keigo watches you wink at him before licking your bottom lips to get a taste of his pre-cum. The sight breaking the straw that was holding him. With a final twitch, keigo cums. Strings of white rope decorates your palm while you work him through the release, occasionally licking his heavy cum from his opening. 

Keigo feels lightheaded. His body still tingling from the sensation of your hands and mouth. He looks at you giggling, your eyes crinkled with amusement and satisfaction while you lick a handful of his cum off your hand. Fucking hell. 

“do you feel better, babe?” you massage his thighs in hopes of taking care of him. He pulls you back into the bed. A quick kiss pressed against your lips — “well you did take a great care of me, I can’t deny. Certainly the best part about my day” his nose brushed against your cheek and you felt like your heart bloomed a batch of roses, specifically for him. 

“Im glad I could be of help, darling” your hand rakes his hair and you kiss his cheek. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, gilding down to the dips of your hips. 

“thank you so much baby. but…” Keigo turns you around in a split second, grabbing your hips to arch your back. Your ass hiked up in the air for him. His quick fingers tug the elastic of your shorts, peeling it off your skin, displaying your ass in full glory. 

He grabs a handful in his hands, spreading them apart to peek at your pussy lips, slick with your arousal, the gaping hole contracting. waiting for its turn to fucking bust.  

“wouldn’t it be a shame if I didn’t return the favour to you?” Keigo drags his length over the stripe of your pussy. pushing the tip inside slightly, drawing a moan from you.

It’s gonna be a long, fucking night.

a.n.2-> i just saw that he lives in a public security supply room LMAOAOAOAO more reasons for me to put him in a high rise penthouse where he fucks and lives to his heart’s content.

tagging @pastelle-rabbit because i promised her (here you go sweets), @stsgluver (my baby), if you want to be in my taglist hmu!!!

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im so glad you’re back!!! i asked this before but can you please write dry humping w/ beomgyu <3

hi!!!!! tysm sorry this took me so long writing is hard >< hope u like it i got a lil carried away w it so hopefully that makes it worth the wait im so sorry again LOL

>nsfw!!!! obvi ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

>word count: 1.6k

>sub!beomgyu x gn!reader

*wrote and edited on phone lmk if theres any mistakes idk T_T

“baby,” beomgyu breathes against your mouth, “baby, i think we should stop.”

you pull away, hands still on the nape of his neck as you eye him with concern. his chest heaves, pupils dilated as his eyes practically memorise every feature to your face.

you’re perched in his lap, lips kiss-swollen, eyes hazy and thighs soft in the palms of his hands. you tilt your head at him, and it makes his throat a little drier.

“sorry, are you okay?” you question, a simmering of guilt beginning to rise in your stomach. you might’ve pushed him too far? you hope not. he swallows, blinking heavily.

“it’s okay, m’okay,” beomgyu tells you, yet he still sounds like he’s had the breath punched out of him. you try to smile a little to reassure him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“we don’t have to keep going but can you tell me what happened?”

beomgyu sputters a little, his ears tinting a pretty red, and he leans his head further into your palm embarrassedly. you thumb over his cheek with a pretty little chuckle.

“i… i don’t know.” he tells you. he watches your expression change, disbelief clear as day. you prod his side a little just to see him jolt and squirm, pout now evident on your mouth.

“don’t lie, beoms,” you whine at him, “tell me what’s wrong so i can fix it.”

he scrunches his face a little, and that’s when you finally feel it. he knows you do, and he does anything to move his hips away from your own. he’s hard.

“oh,” you simply say, and watch as his hands come up to cover his face that flares an alarming red.

“m’sorry,” he babbles, “m’so sorry i didn’t mean to.”

you feel heat in the face, a warmth swirling your stomach as you watch him practically pant for forgiveness. you purse your lips at the shiver that threatens to take over your body. he got hard just from kissing you, your brain continues to alarm you as if hitting you with neon lights. your heart thumps a little louder in your chest, you wonder if beomgyu would be able to hear it if he listened close enough. however, the shy heat you feel radiating from your boyfriend makes you realise perhaps his heart is too loud in his ears to hear anything else.

your mind made up, you gently coax his hands away from his face, the little smile on your lips doing nothing to stop the swoop in beomgyu’s tummy. fuck, you’re so pretty. he feels the sweat that clams his hands, an inner voice chastising him for how pathetic he must look. you haven’t done anything but kiss him, how embarrassing.

but you just continue to shyly smile at him, much like he’s just put the stars in the sky for you rather than get an unwarranted boner for you in his lap. fuck, you’re still in his lap. your hands still hold his, keeping them away from his face. he feels hot all over again.

“it’s okay, baby,” you coo. “i can help.”

i can help. i can help. i can help.

he exhales shakily, throat bobbing as he swallows away how dry it feels. his eyes are caught with yours, flickering between your eyes and your mouth. he really needs to kiss you again, his thoughtful, beautiful lover. the urge falls off his tongue in a needy breath of, “please.”

you coo again, eyes sparkling as you cup his face and lean in to press your lips against his. you press yourself closer to him, shuffling your hips forward.

his reaction is immediate, a hand reaching for one of your thighs. the other curls around the small of your back as he openly whimpers into your mouth. he grasps at you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go, pulls you as close as he physically can. you distantly think about what his fingerprints would look like as bruises on your skin.

“do you want it just like this? hm?” you question as you pull away just a tad, “can’t even get my clothes off me, you’re that desperate for anything?” it’s teasing, condescending and you know it, but the way his eyes flutter and he nods obediently gives you enough incentive to keep going. you giggle and pair it with the rough roll of your hips down against his.

at this, beomgyu jolts with a deep moan, so pretty as it catches on a breath, and he starts to chase the friction. his hips move of their own accord, rutting up against you in an desperate pace. you’re more than happy to meet him halfway.

“come on, baby. that’s it.” you lean to whisper against the shell of his ear, “such a good boy.”

he almost can’t breathe through the flame of arousal and pleasure that lick up his spine in thick, hot waves, mixing together in excruciating and intoxicating measures. you feel so good, your skin so soft under his palms, your hot breath wet against his ear, the weight of you on his clothed cock. he does his best to memorise every detail, but the foggy haze of lust proves it a challenge.

“feel so good under me like this,” you tell him, “so big, you’d feel so good inside me, hm? would you fuck me just right? make me feel good too?” the filth spills out of your mouth before you can really stop it. you want to be unsure of where the confidence came from that you could say such things, but nothing’s more reassuring of its origins than the way beomgyu eagerly nods along to every word.

“yes. yes. please, want you to feel good, too. please, baby. wanna make you cum so bad.” he pleads, practically begging as his hand on your back guides you to hump a little harder into him.

you hum, satisfied with his answer and a little gasp catches in your throat at the sudden eagerness he has to grind directly into your own sex. your hands fall to his tummy, and you take the opportunity to slip up his shirt, fingers exploring every sliver of skin that gets exposed to you the higher you hike upwards. you practically leave flames in your wake, his breaths so loud and shaky, skin so hot and slicking up with a sheen of sweat under your touch.

“so cute,” you giggle and you can’t help but to ask, “been thinking about this?”

the boy pants, “all the— ah!… time. think about you coming on my tongue all the time. ah fuck, fuck! you’re so pretty.”

you whimper against his ear, “maybe if you cum for me like this, i’ll let you taste me. think you can do it, beomie?” you reach his chest, and your fingers roll his nipples between them, and somehow he humps into you with a more desperate intent. and god fuck, he whines, louder than he had been, body trembling under yours and hands grasping at your shirt for dear life.

“yes, p…please. i think m’close. please…”

“what is it, honey? what do you need?”

“kiss me. fuck, please kiss me. m’gonna cum.”

your heart thrums in your ears, and you’re quick to oblige, lips smashing against his own in a mess of tongue and teeth.

beomgyu gasps into your mouth, his body seizing, thighs trembling underneath you, and you moan in response at the realisation of the mess he’s making in his pants. his eyes scrunching closed at the pleasure that takes hold of his body, and you keep your hips moving to guide him through it.

your hands push his hair out of his face, your ministrations falling to a complete halt as you start to coax him down from his high. he looks so dazed, but satiated.

your expression easily mirrors his own when his lips stretch into a big, dopey smile at you. “god, you are so hot.”

you playfully land a smack to his arm, and bury your head in his neck as the embarrassment of all you had said starts to set in. his skin is damp and sticky, but you try to hide regardless.

“i’m serious!” he exclaims, “i don’t think i’ve ever cum that hard in my life.”

you mumble, “you are so bad at this aftercare stuff.”

you feel his chest vibrate as he laughs, hearty and so himself it makes it hard to believe you had him so pliant just minutes before. the thought hitting you, the close memory of it makes you a little squirmy. he clicks his tongue.

“it’s not aftercare if it’s not over, is it?”

you move from his neck, going to question what he means. the words hitch in your throat as he catches you off guard and uses little to no strength to flip your position. your back hits the mattress with an ‘oomph!’ and you stare up at him wide-eyed.

he grins, toothy and beaming as he leans down to press kisses to the corner of your mouth that hangs agape in surprise. he trails downwards, underneath your jawline and your hands abruptly grasp at his shoulders. your chest heaves a shaky breath.

then, he pulls away, and shifts himself down the bed.

“what are you doing?”

he nudges your shirt up with his hands, and pushes your legs until he can fit between them. there’s a kiss on your tummy, and then a fiddling at the waistband of your pants. beomgyu smiles up at you, eyes sparkling happily as he waits for your permission.

“you said i could taste you.”

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‘OURS - The Epilogue'

Summary: A conclusion to what has happened in the ‘You’re Mine’ sequel 'Ours'

Index: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI - if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please like, comment, or message what you think of the series. 🐑 🤍

The is the official end. I cannot express how much I've loved writing this series. I hope you all have enjoyed it just the same.

Part 3 - 'Four'

word count - 10.3 k

“Not going to lie it’s a little funny you went from Trent pulling on your clothes to get to your tits only to have his carbon copy trying to do the same.” Winnie teased looking at Theo doing anything to be closer to his mummy. She gave you a playful grin and a nudge.

“Yeah it’s all been very full circle.” You smiled at her with a giggle fixing your little white Prada tank top to adjust it after Theo had pulled on it incessantly. “But he’s just my little baby boy, huh, Theos?” You cooed gently to Theo, rubbing your nose against his cheek.

“He’s such a mummy’s boy.” Winnie joked tickling at Theo’s pudgy tummy in his favorite Liverpool jersey, one with ‘daddy’ on the back. Theo nodded without lifting his head, his tiny body snuggled even closer against you. You held him tighter, cherishing the sweet bond you shared. You loved that Theo was so attached to you and had gotten even more so especially since you got pregnant.

“I know he is and he’s perfect. Yeah? Your mummy’s perfect boy?” You sang to him swaying him back and forth sillily with hum up in a box at Anfield.

“My mama.” Theo clung to you. He hugged you, smushing his face against your warm skin, comforted by every facet of your being. “Lub my mama.” He muffled against you. The stadium buzzed with excitement for the home fixture. The roar of the crowd mingling with the crisp afternoon air. The box was lively, filled with laughter and chatter as you, Winnie, and Theo, watched the match kick off below you. Theo kept his little arms wrapped around your neck as he buried his face in your chest, seeking a sanctuary from the noise and excitement. Meanwhile, George made his way outside into the open-air seats, carrying Teddy in his arms. Winnie’s heart tensed as she saw them, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She had always admired George’s easygoing nature and most definitely the way he handled your kids with such genuine care. Seeing him with Teddy, his smile bright and warm, made her heart flutter with something she hadn’t felt in a long time. You all settled down to watch the game, the noise from the field below blending with the cheers from the stands. George took a seat beside Winnie, Teddy perched comfortably on his knee. As the match continued, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle way George’s arm had draped around the back of Winnie’s seat, his fingers brushing against her shoulder. And then, you saw Winnie’s hand creeping up onto George’s thigh, a soft, almost unconscious movement that spoke volumes. You smiled knowingly, glancing over at them. But it wasn’t just you who noticed. Teddy, always observant and unfiltered, looked up at George with her big curious brown eyes.

“Georgey, do you like my Win-Win? Cause I like her toos.” Teddy bluntly asked with the adorable innocence only a child had. George’s cheeks flushed a little, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he looked over at you, you were trying not to laugh. Winnie’s eyes widened, a blush creeped across her glowing skin, but she couldn’t help but smile at Teddy’s straightforwardness.

“Yeah, Teddy girl. I do like your Win-Win. A lot actually.” George explained to Teddy gently and simply with a chuckle. Teddy’s face lit up with a grin as she looked between George and Winnie, satisfied with his answer.

“Tay, be…because my Win Win is nice and you are toos Georgey.” Teddy nodded approvingly Winnie laughed softly, her nerves settling as she glanced at George, her heart fluttering at his confession. She hadn’t expected Teddy to be so direct, but maybe it was exactly what she needed to hear. She felt George’s hand squeeze hers gently, a silent reassurance that everything was okay.

“You’ve got Teddy bear’s approval, George. That’s a pretty big deal.” You cooed in a teasing voice reaching over to kiss Teddy and sending Winnie a cheeky wink. George laughed, his eyes warm as he glanced at Winnie, his arm tightening slightly around her shoulders.

“I’ll take it. And I think I’ve got yours too, right, Win?” George asked nervously but laced with hope and charm. Winnie nodded, her smile soft and genuine too smitten to get a real response out. As you turned your attention back to the match, you watched them with a smile, feeling a sense of happiness for your sister. It was clear that George and Winnie were finding their way to each other and you weren’t exactly opposed to the coupling. Theo shifted in your arms, his head lifting slightly to peek out at the field. You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling content with your family around you and the joy of watching love blossom once more. When the second half of the match kicked off, Liverpool ahead by a goal, the cheers of the crowd echoed through the stadium as Winnie made her way inside the family box to grab a quick bite. She approached the food counter, her Americanism showing as she casually asked the waitress for some ‘chips’ pointing to the kind of bag she wanted. The waitress nodded politely and handed them to her. Nearby, Theo and Teddy, who had followed her inside with giggles, overheard their aunt’s request, their little brows furrowing in confusion.

“Not chips. Got wrong.” Teddy whispered confused. Ever the curious one, she turned to Theo with a puzzled expression. Theo just shrugged, clearly unsure, but his big sister's confusion was contagious. Teddy was adamant that Winnie must be using the wrong words or they got her order wrong. She watched her very clearly get given a bag of crisps but she had asked for chips. After all, Teddy’s mummy and daddy never called them that. Determined to get to the bottom of it, Teddy ran back outside to where you were sitting, Theo trailing behind her, already losing interest in the whole thing. The game was still going, but Teddy’s little feet carried her straight to you, her face serious.

“Mummy, Win-Win is wrong! She asked for chips but that’s not what she gots!” Teddy urgently explained with real conviction. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at her determination. You wrapped your arm around Teddy’s shoulders, pulling her close, and ran your hand over Theo’s hair as he stood beside you, his attention drifting between his sister and the game.

“Baby, that’s just what Winn calls crisps. You know how mummy sometimes uses different words than daddy. It’s just because they’re more common where Winn and I grew up, where Pop-Pop and Mum-Mum live. You say crisps here, but some people say chips there.” You gently explained to her. This wasn’t the first time something like this arose. As Teddy’s vocabulary continued to grow she was more curious regarding words. You often fluctuated your own choice of words depending on who you were with and where but typically at home and with your kids, you’d lean more into British vernacular because it was more cohesive with the rest of your family around them, their environment. Teddy’s face scrunched up in thought, trying to wrap her head around the idea that there could be different words for the same things and the same word for different things. Theo, on the other hand, had already moved on, his eyes focused back on the game, clearly uninterested in this linguistic debate.

“Mama…” Teddy pouted. “Whys? But… thought chips were chips. Confused, mummy.” She explained. You giggled softly, leaning down to kiss both of your babies on the tops of their heads. You loved their curiosity, their desire to understand the world around them but you didn’t want to upset anyone. What on earth was her aunt saying? Teddy didn’t like it.

“It’s just how people from different places speak, my pretty girl. It’s okay. There’s no right or wrong way; it’s just different. And that’s okay. It’s what makes languages fun.” You gave her a warm sympathetic smile. “It’s just the same as how we pronounce things differently depending on where we live. Let’s see, hmm.” You thought for a moment when you saw Winnie who had just returned from inside “Win, can you say the word ‘serious’ for me.” She furrowed her brow at you but quickly clocked Teddy’s awaiting stare locked on her. Winnie said the word ‘serious’ in a questioning tone but nevertheless in her American accent. You smiled half way through your plan turning in your seat towards George. “G, can you say it now?” And so he did willingly, the scouse accent ringing in the distinctive consonants. Teddy tilted her head trying to process not only the accents but how she hadn’t noticed before. “See? Same thing, baby. Georgey and Win just grew up in different places. Still get to eat the yummy snack no matter what you call it, no matter how you pronounce it.” You smiled gently, plucking a crisp or chip from Winnie. At that moment, Theo, who had been quietly watching George, piped up, pointing over at him.

“Georgey, what you call them?” Theo innocently asked. Theo loved George because he always played with him and made him laugh but also because Trent loved George. George, who had turned his attention back to the game, brought it back to Theo and grinned.

“I call them crisps, like daddy, mate.” George playfully told him, dragging Theo from his place to stand in between his legs then leaning over to rest his chin on top of Theo’s head, wrapping his arm around him from his seat. Theo nodded, satisfied with that answer.

“I boy so I say crisps, tay?” Theo decisively told you all then looked back at you for confirmation so you gave him a reassuring nod that his decision was okay. Everyone laughed at Theo’s declaration, his innocent attempt to make sense of the different words and then opting just because he was a boy like George and Trent he’d say what they said, never not wanting to be just like them. Winnie grinned, amused by her nephew’s resolve. You smiled warmly at Theo reaching over to pinch at his tummy.

As the final whistle blew and the match ended, the stadium erupted into cheers. You moved down to the pitch side caving to Teddy and Theo’s pleas, your heart racing with a bit of anxiety being so pregnant and being so close to a focal point. Theo was by your side, his little hand in yours, bouncing on his toes as he craned his neck, searching for his daddy among the players on the field. Teddy in Winnie’s arms. Trent, ever amazing and appreciative to play for his club, walked the circumference of the field, applauding the crowd in gratitude for their unwavering support. As he made his way toward your side of the pitch, you could see the familiar glint in his eyes, the smile that was reserved just for you. His jersey was drenched from the rain and sweat, clinging to his body, but he didn't seem to care. With a swift motion, he pulled it off over his head, revealing his toned physique, much to the delight of the surrounding fans who screamed in delirium, eager for a chance to get their favorite player's kit. Frankly, much to the delight of you as well, it was sexy. Trent caught your eye and beckoned you over with a playful wag of his fingers, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. Your cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement, and you instinctively covered your face with your hands childishly just the way he loved from the moment you had done it the first time back in New York on your first date. His grin widened at your reaction, and he winked at you, clearly enjoying the little game. As he got closer, he leaned over a barricade, jersey in hand, offering it to you with a teasing look. You shook your head, half-laughing, half-mortified. The crowd around you buzzed with excitement, all eyes on your family. Trent pretended to pout, then turned as if to walk away, his back to you, but you knew him too well. With a laugh, he spun back around, closing the distance in two quick strides. Before you could react, Trent reached over the barricade, his strong hands gently cupping your face. He pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender but passionate kiss. The crowd around you erupted into cheers and whistles but the only thing you were focused on was him. The world seemed to melt away for that brief, beautiful moment. You felt your face warm up. Trent pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his thumb brushing softly across your cheek.

"Can't let you get away that easily, baby." He whispered as his eyes filled with love and amusement. You laughed softly, your embarrassment fading in the warmth of his gaze. He handed you his jersey again, and this time, you took it, shaking your head with a smile at his persistence. You had every jersey, too many jerseys, you didn’t need this. Additionally, it was grossly wet. It was a double edge sword; Trent shirtless was great, sweaty kits not so great. You just draped the jersey over your arm until Theo eagerly pulled on its edge. He asked politely to have it but you were caught up in Trent in front of you so you just nodded. As Trent returned back further onto the field, the cameras had caught every second of the exchange, and it wasn't long before the internet was ablaze with the news. The clip of Trent's playful kiss and your flushed reaction was quickly shared, but what really captured everyone's attention was the noticeable bump under your top. Social media lit up with speculation and excitement, as fans and media alike pieced together the news that you were expecting your third baby. Comments flooded in, congratulating you and Trent, marveling at how gorgeous your family was. Trent turned to wave at you again, blowing a kiss to Teddy and Theo who let out excited squeals that made your heart falter. You smiled, your heart full as you watched your husband, proud and glowing on the pitch, knowing that no matter how big the world around you seemed, your little family was always at the center of it.

Not long after the conclusion of another season, in the heat of summer you welcomed your third baby, a little boy, Tyde Ford Alexander-Arnold. A name you adored and his middle name after your dad, who cried for the third time upon meeting your baby. You and Trent didn’t waste time after Tyde arrived though, both of you really enjoying your full house. With about as little time as possible in between, your fourth was on the way. Teddy who once loved being the only ‘Alszander-Arnal’ girl was less than thrilled when she found out you were going to have another boy, another baby brother for her in the house but she was always amazing, ever kind, helpful and sweet.

So when you got to tell Dianne you were pregnancy with a third boy, your fourth child a mere ten months later it was a moment you and Trent had been looking forward to with great anticipation. You and Dianne shared a bond that was deeper than most daughter-in-law and mother-in-law relationships. From the very beginning, she had welcomed you into her family with open arms, offering not just acceptance but also genuine love and support. Over the years, she had become a confidante, a source of wisdom, and a steadfast pillar of strength in your life. She was like a second mother to you, always there with gentle guidance and unwavering encouragement. The day you and Trent decided to share the news, you were barely starting to show but you wanted to make it special, she was so instrumental in your lives. You invited Dianne over to your home, where the warmth of family memories filled every room. The house was filled with the gentle hum of everyday life—the clatter of toys, the soft murmur of children playing, and the comforting smell of something sweet baking in the oven. Dianne arrived, her face lighting up as she saw her grandkids rushing to greet her with hugs and giggles, the ever excited squeal for ‘nana!’ You dragged Dianne into the living room and on the coffee table lay a small gift box, tied with a delicate blue ribbon. Dianne looked at you both with a curious smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“We wanted to give you something special, Di. To tell you something special and just a little something to show you how much you mean to us and our family” You smiled as your eyes filled with warmth and a hint of excitement. Dianne looked at you with a mix of curiosity and affection, her hands carefully untying the ribbon and opening the box. Inside was a framed photo of your family, five for the time being. You stood in Trent’s arms with a growing belly. Teddy hugging Trent’s leg, Theo seated on the ground with a beaming smile, and little Tyde on your hip. For a moment, there was silence. Dianne’s eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at you and Trent, her expression a mix of shock, joy, and deep emotion.

“Oh, my goodness... another little boy… Y/N!” Tears streamed down her face as she reached out to hug you, pulling you in close with a warmth that spoke of a lifetime of love and kindness. Her embrace was tender and heartfelt, filled with all the love of a mother who had just received the most wonderful news. You felt her hold you a little tighter, and you couldn’t help but feel a swell of emotion rise in your chest.

“We’re so happy, Di. And honestly couldn’t wait to share this with you. We know this little boy is going to be so lucky to have you in his life.” You whispered as your voice choked with emotion.

“Thank you mum for everything you’ve done for me and even more so for what you’ve done for our family and how you are with you grandkids. We couldn’t have done this without your support and love. We wanted you to be the first to know.” Trent cooed gently. His words filled to the brim with emotion. Dianne pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting yours, glistening with tears of joy. She placed a gentle hand on your cheek, her touch soft and reassuring.

“Oh, hun, I’m so happy for you both. Another precious little boy… our family just keeps growing. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.” She then turned to Trent, her eyes soft with maternal pride. “Trenty, you and Y/N have built such a beautiful life together. I’m so proud of you both. You’re wonderful parents, and I know this little one is going to be just as special as the rest.” You could see the love and pride in her eyes as she looked at both of you, and it was clear that this moment meant as much to her as it did to you and Trent. As the three of you sat there, wrapped in the warmth of the moment, Dianne began to share stories from when her own boys were young, her voice soft and filled with nostalgia. She spoke about the joys and challenges of raising children, the little moments that made it all worthwhile, and the deep, unbreakable bonds that formed between siblings. You listened intently, soaking in every word, feeling grateful to have such a wise and loving figure in your life. You knew that Dianne’s wisdom and love would be a guiding light for you as you prepared to welcome your fourth child into the world. And in that moment, surrounded by family, you felt a profound sense of peace and happiness, knowing that your family was growing in the best possible way—with love, support, and an abundance of joy.

When you had found out you were having your first boy, a flood of emotions washed over you. While the joy of expanding your family was immense, there was also a sense of unfamiliarity that tugged at your heart. Having Teddy had been a wonderful experience, and you felt more or less confident in raising a daughter. But the thought of bringing up a son felt different, almost like stepping into unknown territory. You wanted your little boy to grow up with all the wonderful qualities you saw in Trent—kind, strong, caring, and full of integrity. And who better to guide you through this journey than the woman who had raised Trent himself? After you had shared the news with Dianne you found yourself sitting with her in her cozy living room, seeking her wisdom. The sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the room as you both settled into the deep cushions of her sofa. Teddy was nearby, playing with some toys, her laughter occasionally ringing through the house. You needed Dianne, not just as a mother-in-law, but as someone who had already walked this path. Her experience with raising three boys was something you wanted to learn from, to draw strength from. She was patient, understanding, and always seemed to know exactly what to say.

“Di, I’m so excited for this little boy, but I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous. Raising Teddy has been so wonderful, but having a boy... it’s just different, you know? I want him to be just like Trent. I want to do everything right.” You sheepishly said, glancing at your belly. You were midway through your pregnancy with Theo at the time. Dianne reached out, placing a comforting hand on yours. Her eyes were filled with warmth and understanding, and she gave a reassuring smile that instantly made you feel at ease. “Oh, sweetheart, I understand. But remember, you’re already a wonderful mother. And raising a boy isn’t all that different from raising a girl. They need the same love, patience, and guidance. You just have to be there for them, support them, and let them be who they are. The rest will come naturally.” She paused, reflecting on her own experiences with a soft smile. “When I had Trent, I didn’t have all the answers either. I learned as I went, just like you will. And look at him now. You’ll do just fine. You already have so much love in your heart, and that’s the most important thing. Your son will see that. He’ll feel that.” You listened intently, hanging onto every word she said. What she shared was invaluable, not just because of her experience but because of the love and care with which she spoke. It was clear how much she adored her sons, and you could see in her eyes the pride she had in the men they had become. “I just want him to grow up with all the wonderful qualities Trent has. He’s such a good man because of you, Di. I want our son to be like that, too.” You smiled softly, starting to feel slightly more reassured. Dianne’s smile deepened, her eyes misting slightly with emotion. “He will be, because he’ll have you and Trent as parents. You two are doing a wonderful job with Teddy, and I know you’ll do just as wonderfully with your son. And, I’m always here for you, whenever you need me. We’re in this together, my dear.” Diane cooed with emotion. The two of you sat there for the rest of the day, talking about everything from parenting tips to funny stories about Trent and his brothers growing up. As you listened to her stories and advice, you felt your anxieties melt away, replaced by a newfound confidence and excitement. You knew that with Dianne’s guidance and Trent’s love, you were ready to welcome your baby boy into the world. And most importantly, you knew that your son would be loved, cherished, and raised in a home filled with warmth and kindness—just like Trent had been.

When you found out you were expecting your second son, you were filled with both joy and a touch of anxiety. Raising Theo had been an incredible experience— he was a spitting image of Trent, with the same playful smile and spark in his eyes. But now, adding another boy to the mix, you weren’t sure what to expect. Would he be just like Theo, or completely different? Dianne, as always, was a source of comfort and wisdom. She had raised three boys herself, and you knew she would have invaluable insights to share. On another quiet afternoon, as you sat together in her garden, Dianne spoke with a gentle smile, the sunlight casting a soft glow around her.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so happy for you. Having three children is such a blessing. It’s a handful, sure, but it’s wonderful. Watching them grow up together, the way they bond and take care of each other… there’s nothing like it.” She smiled warmly. You nodded, absorbing her words. There was something so reassuring about the way she spoke, her voice filled with experience and love.

“I’m excited, of course, but also a little nervous. I just want to make sure I give them all the attention they need. Theo is so similar to Trent—it’s like seeing him and it amazing but I just…. I hope I can handle it all.” You shyly told her. Finally vocalizing a real fear that’d been growing along with your baby. Dianne chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with fondness.

“Oh, I know that feeling all too well. When I had my boys, each one was a handful in their own way, but they brought so much joy. They were always there for each other, always looking out. And yes, Theo is so much like Trent at his age. Sometimes, I see them and my heart aches a little, remembering my own boys when they were young. But it’s a good ache, a happy one. They remind me so much of him.” You smiled, feeling a warm connection to Dianne in that moment. It was comforting to know that she had gone through the same emotions, the same worries.

“It must be sort of strange, seeing your son all over again in your grandkids. But they’re pretty cute, aren’t they? T always says that we did a good job.” You giggled. Dianne laughed, a light and joyful sound that filled the garden.

“He’s right, hun. They are more than cute, more than adorable, they are perfect. I see so much of Trent in them, especially in the way they laugh and play. It’s like having a second chance to see my little boy grow up. And you’re right, you’ve seen the photos of Trent when he was young. Those two are just like him—mischievous, charming, and full of life. You’re in for an adventure with those two, but it’s going to be a beautiful one.” You both shared a laugh, imagining the years ahead with your three children. As Dianne continued to share stories about raising her boys, you felt a deep sense of gratitude. She was a guiding light, helping you navigate the journey of motherhood with wisdom, love, and a touch of humor. And with her by your side, you felt ready to embrace all the challenges and joys that came with raising your little ones—knowing that they, just like their dad, would grow up in a home full of love.

Somehow as time passed Teddy managed to get more and more gorgeous, she was everything you wanted her to be. Unapologetically beautiful, confident and yet reverential and humble. Theo had begun properly playing football still adamant to be like his daddy, Tyde following suit wanting to be just like his big brother and daddy he adored although he was a little too tiny to always manage keeping up. And a quick ten months after your Tyde arrived, the youngest of your cherubic babies joined you, Tate Rowe Alexander-Arnold. All three of your boys more of a carbon copy of Trent than the next. As they grew you loved getting to learn and admire their developing and individualized personalities derived from you and their look alike. All your boys adored Teddy, although they just as equally drove her nuts. Winnie and George ended up moving to London together maintaining the healthy and loving relationship you’d pray she’d find. Lauren had found herself nomadic, splitting time between New York and Europe... predominately that one city in Spain, you know the one where The Bernabeu was. Marcel and Gracie stayed together despite Teddy’s pleas but she eventually grew to love her. Teddy finally succumbed to having to share her Celly. Gracie helped you a lot with your kids and would often spend time with you and Teddy. You’d tease and tell her you hoped she would be the next Alexander-Arnold girl., Teddy concurring. In the midst of it all, Trent won a few trophies and suffered a few losses. He was still amazing at football, and an even better husband. Your relationship was strong and solid whilst maintaining its fun and sexiness. Since having your four kids, Dianne was around a lot and you not only really appreciated it, you loved it. And so, one evening, as the sun set and cast a warm golden glow through the kitchen window, you and Dianne sat together, watching the kids play in the garden. Teddy was almost six now which you refused to believe because she’d be your little Teddy bear her whole life, you wouldn’t have it any other way, Theo had just turned four, Tyde now two, and your baby Tate only one. Theo was running around with Teddy in the garden, their laughter ringing through the air. Trent stood outside with them, Tyde wrapped around his leg, while your Tate, watched from your lap with wide eyes full of wonder. The sight of your children—each as gorgeous as Trent—filled your heart with overwhelming love. Dianne, sitting beside you, had a soft smile on her face as she observed her grandchildren. There was a certain tenderness in her eyes, a mixture of nostalgia and deep affection. She reached over, gently placing her hand over yours.

“You know, hun, I’ve watched your babies grow, and each day, I see more and more of Trent in them. They have his eyes, his smile, that same spark of mischief he always had. But they’re not just him. They’re more than that.” She gently cooed admiring little Tate in your arms. You turned to look at her, curious and touched by the emotion in her voice. She met your gaze, her eyes warm and filled with a quiet pride “They have your heart, your spirit. When I look at them, I see the glimmer of your love and kindness behind their eyes. Those are pieces of you, Y/N. The best parts of you.” Her words touched you deeply, filling you with a mixture of gratitude and emotion. You hadn’t realized how much of yourself your children had inherited, how much they reflected not just Trent’s traits, but yours as well.

“Thank you, Di. That means so much to me. Sometimes, I worry about whether I’m doing enough, if I’m being a good enough mother for them.” You shyly confessed. Dianne squeezed your hand gently, her smile widening with reassurance.

“My dear, you’re doing more than enough. You and Trent have been through so much, and yet you’ve given me four beautiful renditions of my Trent to grandmother. I couldn’t be prouder of you both. Watching you raise them, seeing the love and care you pour into their lives... it’s a gift. They’re lucky to have you as their mother, just as I’m lucky to have you as my daughter-in-law.” A wave of warmth washed over you, a mix of relief and joy. Dianne’s words were like a balm to your soul, soothing away any doubts or worries you had

“I'm so appreciative to have you during all this, Di. It always makes me laugh that I ended up having three boys like you as well… and of course just one extra little angel.” You smiled with adoration, watching Teddy giggle through the window.

“I have three boys and an angel as well, hun. I have you now.” Dianne leaned over, wrapping you in a gentle hug, her embrace filled with the kind of love only a mother—or a grandmother—could give. Tears welled up in your eyes, but they were happy tears, filled with the love and gratitude you felt for this woman who had become like a mother to you. “Thank you, Y/N, for being exactly who you are. You make Trenty so happy and you’ve made our whole family happy, You’ve given me four more reasons to smile every day, and I’m forever grateful for that.” Dianne cooed with tears in your eyes. As you sat there together, watching your children play in the fading light, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. You knew, with Dianne by your side and Trent as your partner, you had everything you needed to raise your children with all the love and care in the world.

With four children, life had been a whirlwind of family moments, football matches, and endless cuddles. Though motherhood had been your primary focus, your passion for a career had never dimmed. Fashion continued to thrive in the quiet moments, in the way you styled your kids for everyday adventures or the careful attention you paid to every detail when redesigning your home, all chronicled either by your own accord or in the tabloids. You had been featured in both British and American Vogue and GQ once more since your original article with Bentley Brown. You continued to keep close ties with him and even did another feature collaborating with him for Architectural Digest highlighting the renovation of your home, a stunning mix of modern elegance with a warm, family-friendly touch. The article had sparked interest in your design sensibilities beyond just clothing. You remained a familiar face at fashion weeks around the world with Trent becoming your plus one. He loved being your date. He loved you in the spotlight you no longer strayed away from. Even with four children, you managed to stay connected to the fashion scene, balancing the demands of a bustling household with your passion for style.

Likely in part due to Trent’s amazing relationship with the brand, Adidas had brought you on to work as a lead stylist and creative consultant for their collaboration work with another brand you loved dearly. You’d be responsible for curating entire seasonal collections and overseeing presentations. You were apprehensive frankly but Trent, ever supportive, was adamant you take it upon some negotiation for the flexibility to work remotely because you would not give up a single second with your babies. Excitedly, you had got invited to an celebratory dinner down in London for the announcement of your position. You were definitely anxious but welcomed the trip as a chance for you to get away. As the private jet soared through the clouds, you leaned back into the plush leather seat, a contented smile playing on your lips. The hum of the engines was a soothing backdrop to the excitement bubbling in your chest.

"Look at you, baby.” Trent said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Heading to London for work like it's nothing. My wife, you know." Trent beamed as he sat beside you, his hand resting casually on your thigh, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of pride and admiration.

“Oh, stop.” You said, playfully nudging him. "We’re going to London for dinner, we’ve gone around the globe for you.” You laughed, a hint of bashfulness in your tone. Trent chuckled, shaking his head.

“Nah, baby. This is big.” He insisted, his eyes twinkling. "This is about you. I mean, come on! I get to be the plus one of the Y/N Alexander-Arnold? Say less. Couldn’t be more proud of you.” He cooed. Your smile widened, and you felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Thank you," you said softly, touched by his words. "It means a lot to have you here with me." He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You looked out the window for a moment, watching the clouds drift by. "It’s a bit strange, isn't it? Being on a plane for my job instead of yours." Trent laughed again, the sound light and carefree.

"It's about time we switched it up," he said with a grin. "It was only a matter of time before the world caught on to how amazing my wife is. I’ve had my time in the spotlight. Now you can run with it. I’ll hold your hand the entire time if you’d like." You glanced over at him, your heart swelling with love and gratitude, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. You chuckled softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. As the jet continued its journey, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, your hearts full with the anticipation of the days ahead. For once, it was about your dreams and achievements, and having Trent by your side made it all the more special.

Leaving the dinner, the night air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth and energy that had filled Nobu. You and Trent stepped out onto a bustling street, tucked away in Mayfair. His hand securely around your waist as he guided you down the pavement. You had asked Trent if you could walk back to The Connaught hotel instead of jumping in a car right away. It was close by, not too far, you just wanted some air after the dinner. The city lights twinkled above, casting a soft glow that added to the magic of the evening. Trent looked at you and smiled.

"Proud of you.” He cooed, his voice barely audible over the noise of the street. "Everyone couldn’t stop telling me how amazing you are." He told you with a squeeze. You laughed softly, leaning into his side as you walked.

"Maybe they were just being polite," you teased, though you couldn't help the flutter of pride in your chest. He stopped walking, gently tugging you to a halt so he could look at you directly.

"Nah," he said firmly, his gaze intense. "Y/N… you’re unreal, baby. You’re good at what you do, you're smart, you're clever, you're talented and you look beautiful doing it.” A blush crept up your cheeks, and you bit your lip, looking away shyly.

"Well, I couldn't have do it without my even more beautiful husband by my side." You spoke softly. Trent's grin widened, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your temple.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.Trent's grin widened, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your temple. The two of you continued walking, his arm never leaving your waist as you made your way back to the hotel. The excitement of the event was still buzzing in your veins, and you couldn't help but feel a little giddy from the attention, the glamour, and Trent's unwavering support. As you reached the hotel entrance, Trent stopped again, his hand tightening around your waist. He looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with a familiar mischievous glint.

"You know," he began slowly, "we still have the whole night ahead of us." A slow smile spread across your face as you caught his meaning.

"Oh, yeah?" you replied, playing along, your tone light and teasing. He nodded, leaning in close, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. The Jacquemus mesh dress you were in suddenly felt incredibly hot.

"I've been thinking about this all night," he confessed, his voice low and sultry. "I can't wait to get you out of this dress." Your heart raced at his words, a rush of excitement flooding your system. Trent's grin widened, and without another word, he led you inside the hotel, his pace quickening with every step. The elevator ride up to your floor was filled with anticipation, the air thick with tension as you stood close together, your hands all over each other. When the doors finally opened, Trent wasted no time in leading you down the hallway, his hand now intertwined with yours. As soon as you reached your room, he fumbled with the key card, his eagerness making you laugh softly.

"You're in quite the rush," you teased, leaning against the doorframe as you watched him. He looked up at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Baby, I’ve behaved since I watched you get naked in front of me to put on this dress…" he told you, finally managing to swipe the card and push the door open. "It’s only right you let me take it off." The door closed behind you with a soft click, and suddenly, you were enveloped in the quiet intimacy of your hotel room. The city lights filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Trent turned to you, his eyes dark with desire.Before you could say anything, he was on you, his lips crashing into yours with a hunger that took your breath away. You melted into his embrace, your hands sliding up to grip his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor. He guided you backward, his hands firm on your waist as he steered you toward the bed.

"You have no idea how much l've been thinking about this," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with need. You let out a soft moan, your fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled him even closer.

"Show me," you whispered back, your words barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeat. Trent didn't need any more encouragement. He lifted you up effortlessly, his strong arms holding you securely as he laid you down on the plush bed. You giggled softly, the sound light and carefree in the quiet room, your excitement bubbling over as you watched him lean over you, his eyes filled with nothing but love and desire. He smiled down at you, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "I love you," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with emotion. "More than anything." With those words, Trent leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left no room for doubt about how much he loved you. The night stretched out before you, filled with promises of love, laughter, and the kind of connection that only the two of you could share. He had pushed your dress up your thighs before peeling your soaked panties to the side teasing you relentlessly before his fingers found their way to play with your pussy. His name fell from your lips in a hoarse moan the moment you felt his fingers running through your wet folds. With his fingers between your legs now, you were practically dripping for him. You looked down at him with your jaw slacked and lidded eyes. He unraveled you with each movement. Not long after you were crying out his name again and again.

"Tell me what you want, baby, tell me.” He asked you and you continued whining his name.

“T… You’re gonna make me cum. I want to cum on your cock though please. Oh my god, T.” You moaned pulling him down to you more by the back of his neck dragging your nails then harshly down his muscular back. He rested his forehead against yours sweetly with a conniving grin as he abruptly pulled his fingers out of you. You whined at the loss but in swift succession you he was underneath you. You let your hands run up his thighs before undoing his belt. He leaned back into the bed letting you get to work. You let some spit drip from your mouth onto his hard cock as you played with his pre cum already leaking from the tip.

“Take what’s yours baby.” He grunted as you moved to slowly take his whole length at once in your mouth. You cupped his balls and gently massaged them. He uncontrollably let out a moan he couldn’t control as you sucked his cock, letting it hit the back of your throat again and again. “Oh my god, that feels so good, baby. You’re so good at this.” He whimpered, letting his head drop backwards. You knew exactly what he liked now. You knew just where he was most sensitive. Every moan, choke, and gag coming from you taking him had him fighting for his life. “Good girl, just like that. Baby, I gotta cum. Gonna swallow f’me.” You nodded running both of your hands up his strong thighs again. Trent knew that queue from you so he ran his fingers through your hair and gently but securely grabbed your face letting him self fuck your mouth. You could feel your own wetness more and more until your focus shifted to the sensation of his warm cum filling your mouth and running down your sore throat.

You sat back with a cheek smile. The hotel room light cast over you illuminating the dips of your collarbones, highlighting the rise of your tits, the smoothness of your skin. Trent stared in awe just about drooling over his girl. He pulled you towards him. You sat with your legs on both sides of his and straddled him, feeling his hard cock beneath your wet core. His mouth nipped down your neck before his tongue circled and licked around your hard nipples eliciting a whimper of pleasure from you. He slowly aligned his cock with your core and guided you down. You both gasped at the sensation. You moved slowly inch by inch but he just wanted to get as deep as possible so he let you take your time. His thick cock hit your g spot almost immediately once he was in. He felt so deep and the stretch of him being inside you had your mind turn to complete mush. You lost any control you had when he was fully inside. The force and pace of his thrusts increased hearing the sounds of your slick as you bounced on his cock watching his cock go in and out. You were whining in pleasure. Your lips parted gasping at the sensation of him. You both were moaning inexplicable phrases of praise, love, and adoration. You were completely obsessed with each other and how good the sex was only amplified it.

“Cum f’me baby. Feels so good. Doing so well f’me.” He whispered between the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy. He was quick picking you up moving you under him so he could fuck you harder. You weren’t having to muffle sounds at night in your home worried about kids, no, right now you both were incredibly free and loving every second of it. His thrusts sped up, rolling his hips into you as he chased his own orgasm.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I love you so much T.” You whined as your eyes rolled back. You inhaled a sharp breath feeling a lightheadedness come over with every stroke of his. He kept his beautiful brown eyes fixed on you. The pupils in his dark eyes dilated when he felt his cock pulse inside you. Every movement was slow, deep, and intentional. His lips curled into a smug smile hearing you tell him you loved him. You were completely his. You dragged your ankle down his back muscles. He was so gentle yet harsh all at the same time. Your pussy tightly clenched around Trent’s cock and then fluttered.

“Such a good fucking girl. I’m gonna cum. Take it all f’me” he sunk his teeth into his perfect lower lip. You silently begged him to. His head tilted back. Ropes of his cum filled the velvety inside of your pussy. He pumped you full gradually and slowly stilling. Your own orgasm crashing over you. Your pussy continued to flutter as you panted beneath him. Your chest rising and falling. He softly stroked your hair and gently kissed you. “I love you, baby. Did so good f’me.” You smiled breathlessly as he kissed you again in a way that you could feel just how much he adored you with each one. He loved you more than he could ever articulate with words but you could always feel it in the silences. He got off the bed and then cleaned you up before he tucked you neatly back in his arms.

Warm winter sunlight seeped through the gap in the room's curtains and fell over your eyes. You shifted on top of Trent under the covers slightly, your cheek pressed against his chest. You pressed your soft lips against his bare skin and dragged your foot up and down his muscular leg. His arm wrapped around your back and he pulled you tighter against him before a voice you love broke the morning silence.

“Good morning to the most beautiful girl in the whole world.” Trent yawned sleepily running his hands down your bare back. You laid on his chest and woke up slowly the day after your dinner, tangled in bed dressed in nothing but bed sheets and morning sunlight.

“I won’t tell Teddy daddy said that.” You hummed nuzzling your face further into him, loving the feeling of his warm skin on yours.

“C’mere baby.” He whispered though a soft laugh bringing you into a lazy kiss. His lips felt like heaven. Your lips pulled into an uncontrollable smile though mid kiss as you fell into a childish laugh.

“I think I’m going to like working.” You giggled as Trent own lips curled into his signature devastatingly handsome smile.

“I think I’m going to like you working too.” His morning voice was sexy as ever. It had the perfect amount of raspiness. Restarting your career had been anxiety producing but having Trent by your side and in your bed always made you feel better. You couldn't wait till the next work trip.

After Tate’s birth, you experienced a transformation in more ways than one. While the early years of motherhood had been filled with sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, and the beautiful chaos of raising a young family, they had also brought a new sense of purpose and grounding. With each child, your focus on keeping them healthy and fostering a positive environment had grown stronger, especially around issues of self-esteem and body image. In the past, your struggles often felt like they were fought in silence and darkness. The fashion industry, with its high standards and constant scrutiny, had only amplified those feelings and it made you retreat from work entirely. This not only shook your career, it shook your relationships but you vowed to Trent you would keep trying to get better. You had once found yourself caught in a vicious cycle of trying to meet an impossible ideal, where the reflection in the mirror never quite matched up to the image in your mind. The pressures of the industry, coupled with your own internal struggles, made it difficult to maintain a healthy relationship with your body. But motherhood had shifted your perspective in profound ways. With the later two pregnancies, you learned to, you wouldn’t go as far as to say marvel at what your body could do—the strength, resilience, and grace it took to bring life into the world, but you were proud of it. You began to see your body not as something to be judged but as something to be celebrated. And more importantly, you realized the impact of your own self-perception on your children. You wanted them to grow up in a home where health and happiness were prioritized over unrealistic ideals, where they could see their parents taking good care of themselves. Returning to work in fashion after your fourth was a decision that came with a newfound sense of empowerment. You had never felt healthier, both physically and mentally. You committed yourself to a lifestyle that supported your well-being—nourishing your body with balanced meals, staying active in ways that brought you joy, and most importantly, practicing self-love and acceptance. This time, you weren't returning to the industry to fit in or conform but to bring your authentic self to the table. Your children had become a massive source of inspiration for this new chapter. You were determined to create a household where food was seen as fuel and joy, not a source of guilt or shame. Conversations about bodies were approached with kindness and celebration. Every day, you made a conscious effort to teach them the value of strength, kindness, and self-love. You wanted them to understand that their worth was not tied to their appearance, and that health was about feeling good from the inside out.

In your newly accepted role, you were able to use your platform to advocate for a more inclusive and positive approach to beauty. You were committed to working with brands that celebrated all bodies and to creating campaigns that empowered people to feel confident and beautiful in their own skin. Every day was a choice, a commitment to yourself and your family to stay on this healthier path. And with each choice, you found yourself growing stronger and more confident, embracing the journey rather than chasing a destination. You felt a renewed sense of purpose—not just as a mother or a stylist but as a role model for your children and others who looked up to you. As you sat in your home office, finalizing the looks for an upcoming shoot, you glanced at the family photo on your desk—a candid shot of all six of you, laughing in a moment of pure joy. You felt a deep sense of gratitude wash over you. You had come so far, from the girl who once struggled with her reflection to a woman who had found peace and power in who she was. And as you prepared to step back into work, you knew this time was different. You were ready to redefine what it meant to be beautiful, starting from within.

Your home was still the lively, happy place it had always been, filled with the sound of laughter, playful arguments, and the constant patter of little feet. Nestled amidst rolling green hills and ancient oak trees, your home stood grand and stately, its stone façade reminiscent of a classic English manor. Tall windows lined the exterior, allowing the sunlight to flood every room with a gentle, natural light that brightened even the rainiest days. Inside, was a perfect mix of modern elegance and timeless charm. You had carefully redesigned the interior to suit your growing family’s needs while keeping a minimalist aesthetic that felt clean and serene. Soft tones of cream, taupe, and blush flowed throughout the house, creating a calming ambiance, while subtle textures added depth and interest to every corner. Luxurious touches like plush velvet sofas, cashmere throws, and silk curtains complemented more rustic elements like reclaimed wood beams and exposed brick, crafting a space that was both sophisticated and inviting. The kitchen, once immaculate and pristine, was now the heart of your bustling home. The long, sleek countertops and modern appliances gleamed under the soft glow of pendant lights. Your large dining table sat in the room, its surface covered in a delightful mess of colorful plates, half-eaten breakfasts, and spilled juice. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of laughter, the chatter of your children, and the clatter of silverware. It was a space where memories were made, where every meal was a celebration, and where the love you shared as a family was most palpable. Despite its grandeur, the house always felt warm and lived-in, filled with the love and joy of your growing family. Each room was a canvas for your life together — the cozy reading nook by the window where you would curl up with a book and one of the kids, the sprawling cinema with its oversized couches where you all gathered for movie nights, and the sun-drenched conservatory you added on that served as a playroom, filled with toys and laughter.Throughout the house, the minimalist design allowed for a sense of calm, even amidst the beautiful chaos of four young kids. Soft, tactile materials like linen and wool were used generously, inviting everyone to touch, play, and relax. The open-plan layout flowed seamlessly from room to room, making the large space feel intimate and connected. Most importantly, your home was filled with love. The walls echoed with giggles, footsteps, and the gentle hum of daily life. It was a place where every corner held a story, every room a memory, and every day brought new moments of joy. It was a sanctuary that reflected the life you and Trent had built together — beautiful, comfortable, and overflowing with the warmth of a family deeply in love.

It was a perfect afternoon as the sun cast a warm golden hue over the back garden. The vast green expanse was partitioned by the turf field off in the back corner. The pitch was dotted with the joyful chaos of Trent playing football with your four children. The garden, framed by the lush trees, felt like a private paradise, a serene retreat from the world. Teddy was fiercely determined, her face set with concentration as she tried to impress her father with her budding skills. She darted around with a mixture of grace and clumsiness, her pigtails flying behind her as she kicked the ball with all her might. She had Trent’s focus, his intensity, trying to mimic his moves to the best of her ability. Theo and a natural at the game, showed genuine talent. His movements were more fluid, less forced, as if he had inherited Trent’s football instincts. He dribbled the ball with ease, his small legs moving quickly, a bright smile on his face each time he succeeded in keeping the ball away from his siblings. His laughter filled the garden, light and carefree, his excitement palpable in every stride. Tyde was determined to copy his dad. He chased after the ball with an adorable tenacity, often stumbling but always getting back up with a grin. He looked up to Trent with wide, adoring eyes, mimicking his every move, his little legs pumping as hard as they could to keep up. And then there was baby Tate, his chubby legs wobbly as he tried to walk more than run. He was mostly focused on staying upright, but every so often, he’d break into a determined toddle toward the cluster of his siblings, eager to be part of the fun. Every few steps, he’d pause to catch his balance, giggling with delight each time he managed a few extra steps before toppling over. From your spot on the patio, you leaned back on the back of a chair, camera in hand, capturing every moment. The joy on their faces, the way Trent’s eyes lit up when he saw you, the golden afternoon light casting everything in a warm, soft glow — it was all too perfect not to document. You felt your heart swell with love as you watched them, your camera clicking softly.

“Aye!! Pitch-side photographer! Come play with the first team, beautiful!” Trent turned, catching sight of you. A playful smile spread across his face as he called out. His voice was full of laughter, and you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a flutter of excitement at his invitation. Your children immediately stopped mid-stride, their faces bright with eagerness.

“Mummy, come be on my team please!” Teddy shouted, bouncing on her toes. Her hair slicked into her signature tight low bun with a bow.

“Yeah, Mama! We need you! The teams have to be even!” Theo added, his competitiveness already mirroring or even rivaling Trent's, his small hand raised beckoning you over.

“Mama, pleabs!” Even little Tyde chimed in, his face scrunched in concentration as he shouted. You laughed, setting your camera down and standing up. Trent, always the watchful dad, glanced over at Tate, who was struggling to keep up with the game’s pace. He really was solely focused on standing up right and walking without tumbling. Trent crouched down beside him.

“Hey, Tatey, how about you be on Mummy and Daddy’s team? We could use your help.” Tate looked up at his dad, his face lighting up with a big smile as he clapped his hands.

“Tay Dada!” he squealed, delighted by the idea of being on a team with you and Trent.

“Alright! Mummy, Daddy, and Tatey versus the big kids!” Trent announced, grinning at the enthusiastic cheers from Teddy, Theo, and Tyde. The older three quickly positioned themselves, eager to start the match. Theo, always the little strategist, darted forward to grab the ball from Teddy, a mischievous grin on his face. You jogged over to join Trent and Tate, feeling a rush of happiness as you saw your children so full of life and joy. Trent slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close for a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’m not loosing to a team that’s combined age is that low.” He whispered with some cheek but laced with a serious you knew. “Want to win with daddy?” Trent cooed louder scooping up Tate who giggled reaching his tiny hands out to grab Trent’s face. Trent’s comment was met with jeers and ‘no daddy!’s from the opposition. You laughed, nodding, your competitive spirit flaring up at his challenge. The match was on, and with every step, every laugh, and every cheer, the garden seemed to glow even brighter with the love and happiness that filled the air. Each day was filled with new adventures, challenges, and joys, but no matter what, you faced it all together. Your home remained a sanctuary of love, laughter, and endless possibility, and you knew that whatever the future held, you would always have Trent, you would always have your babies. And as Trent would always tell you, this beautiful beautiful life you created was all

“Ours.”

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Thank you for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading The Epilogue along ‘You’re Mine’ and 'Ours'. I know it was a long read but if you got though it I appreciate it so much. 🤍

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