#i really just want better for my baby he's such a sweet angel he deserves more than this

[orimuraa]

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Oh baby I just really love you - OT7

(synopsis) *ੈ𑁍༘ when your sick, the only person who can aid you back to full health is your lovely boyfriend ༘⋆✿

ot7 enhypen x fem!reader *ੈ𑁍༘ sick fic*ੈ𑁍༘ enha takes care of reader *ੈ𑁍༘ reader is sick *ੈ𑁍༘ fluff, crack *ੈ𑁍༘ petnames, kissing, cuddling *ੈ𑁍༘ wc 1k

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𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

“baby, i’m coming in now okay?” your bedroom door opened to reveal your lovely boyfriend holding two bags full of supplies. one bag contained medicine, heat packs, tissues, and a thermometer. and the other one contained your favorite takeout food. currently, you were lying in bed with an awful cold you had caught mysteriously. unfortunately, heeseung did not listen to your instructions to not come over as you didn’t want to get him infected either. “seungie? i thought i told you to stay home! i don’t want to give you this cold!” you pouted. you weren’t mad at all, but you just knew that you would feel extremely guilty if you got herseung sick too. “and let my girl be alone, sick? never!” he replied, placing the bags down on your desk. after giving you the medicine, you two were now snuggled up, watching a disney movie together. “if it means that your are not alone and well taken care of, i would get sick for you any day,” he said, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

when you had sent a quick text to your boyfriend, jay, you never meant for him to come over and pamper you. so here you were, stationed on the couch while you watched your handsome boyfriend work away in the kitchen, making a bowl of soup to help get you better. “jongie, you didn’t have to do all this,” you pouted, his actions touching your heart so deeply. “but i wanted to princess. i can’t just let you suffer all by yourself,” he smiled softly, setting down the bowl of soup on the table in front of you. “and i know what you’re thinking in that pretty little head of yours. i don’t care one bit if you get me sick. you’re my sweet angel who deserves all the care in the world” he said while feeding you a spoonful of soup. “thank you jongie. for everything.” he placed a kiss to your cheek before spooning up another spoonful of soup.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

“sweets??? are you here??? are you alive???” jake barged into your apartment in a frantic manner due to his precious angel (you) saying how you couldn’t make your date because you had caught something. “i’m here! don’t worry yunnie! i’m just resting in bed” you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at jake’s cuteness and puppy-like behavior. “oh thank goodness! i thought you had died when you didn’t answer my texts sweets!” he sulked, forming an adorable pout. “oh sorry about that. i think i dozed off” you chuckled, playing with his hair a bit. he pulled some medicine out of his pocket and gave it to you along with a bottle of barley tea. the!, he took off his puffer jacket and snuggled right beside you in bed, holding you close. he planted kisses all over your face, ignoring your little protests saying how you were gonna get him sick too. “anything for my princess.”

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

sunghoon would probably be the most chill about it but that doesn’t mean he isn’t worried as heck for you. he would speed right on over to your place, with medicine, a new plushie (because you obviously need more), and some cheesy movies to watch. when he would show up, he would be calm and just ask if you were okay and what symptoms you had, but on the inside, he would be totally panicked about your health. getting you the medicine you needed and grabbing a couple snacks, sunghoon put on the movies on his laptop and let you rest on him. “thank you for coming hoonie. you really didn’t have to,” you said, looking up at him. “of course i would come doll. you’re my number one priority” he smiled, pulling you closer to him.

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

sunoo would be so worried for you and would be there right away. “baby? are you doing okay?” he would instantly check for a fever and then hand you some medicine. “hi sunnie, i’m sorry to burden you,” you frowned. “oh no no no angel!! i always want to help! you’re never a burden babyyy. i love you so so much, that’s why i’m here!” he reassured you, placing his hand on your cheek gently. he would go and run a warm bath for you to just warm you up, putting on a k-drama for you two as you soaked in the warm bath. he had you secured in his arms, kissing you every once in a while. once the bath ran cold, he would wrap you up with blankets in bed, and let you nap while laying there with you, rubbing your back calmly.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

“your savior is here!!” jungwon would burst through the door, holding multiple bags of stuff for you and his comfiest clothes the minute you told him you were sick. his leader instincts also came with the protective and caring side which made him feel the need to smother you with all the care and treatment (also cause he’s your boyfriend). “maeum says to get better as well!” he smiles, his dimples showing. this makes you laugh and you’re so appreciative of jungwon trying to lighten your mood. “thank you wonnie, i just don’t wanna get you sick” you said, shifting over in your bed to make room for him. “no! i will always take care of you jagi!! now, take your medicine and prepare yourself for a studio ghibli marathon!!!”

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

ni-ki’s the type to think you’re just pranking him when you tell him you’re sick, but when he arrives at your house to find you bedridden, he realizes that you in fact were not playing a prank and was actually quite sick. “oh baby, i’m sorry i doubted you” he would chuckle, thinking back to how ridiculous he was for thinking you were joking. he would kiss your lips despite your protests about infecting him as well but he would just respond with, “it doesn’t matter if i’m sick. kisses make everything better!” you two would be cuddling in bed while just watching a random show together. while you weren’t looking, ni-ki would message his hyungs about how to take care of you while you were sick. it was safe to say that ni-ki was not at all prepared for this whatsoever and also got sick a couple days after.

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eep! i love writing these sm! their so fun and easy to write! this was a rlly random idea but i hope you all enjoyed it! reblogs and feedback are very appreciated <3

[starkeyisthelastname]

hello lily…. i just had a thought…… about dealer!rafe and me on my birthday his girl celebrating her bday 💖💖……. i cannot stop thinking about him

hi baby! 💖 you better get ready because this man is ready to spoil you even more than already he does and take you to pound town 😜.. hope you like it sweet angel and have the best birthday!!! @oceandriveab

The morning of your birthday, you get awoken by his head between your thighs. His tongue deep in your wet hole and nose hitting your clit just right. He would look up at you just as your sleepy eyes met his, a smirk on his handsome face as he pulled back. “Happy birthday mama.” His voice raspy, watching you bite your lower lip as he then dived back down into your ocean of a pussy.

It was when you walked outside, as he was going to take you shopping that you saw your dream car wrapped perfectly in a pink bow. Rafe did most of the driving, but when he was taking care of “business”, you occasionally needed to go somewhere and what better way now with the brand new luxury vehicle that cost him a pretty penny. Not that he worried how much it cost, he paid for it in cash. (Dirty money at that. 😅). You would open the door, the passenger seat holding a giant bouquet of flowers, along with neatly wrapped boxes that read Dior, Chanel, Cartier, Louis Vuitton and stacks of cash wrapped in silky ribbon. You always wondered how much money this man really made, but never questioned it as you enjoyed the princess treatment too much.

He would then take you shopping, letting you have a pamper day before a beautiful private dinner on the waters of the Outer Banks. He needed you blissfully happy and tummy full before we gave you a brutal birthday fuck.

You may have been drunk off expensive liquor, but you felt every thick and long inch of your man’s cock as he slid it in your soaked little hole. He made sure your knees were bent back, giving you that deep shit all while talking dirty to his birthday girl.

“Shit… that’s it my pretty fuckin birthday princess. Got that pussy soaked for daddy, huh?” Rafe drawled out, tone low and cocky as he watched his massive pipe stretch your fluttering hole out.

“Daddy…” You whined, your pretty eyes rolling back as he hit your sweet spot over and over. He was already about to give you your first orgasm of the night and you knew there were many more to come. “I.. slow down..” You gasped, the feeling almost too much as you reached out how to tap his toned stomach. It wasn’t that you wanted him to stop, but you were about to explode and embarrassed how quickly it was coming on.

“Move your hand and take this fuckin big dick. You know I’m not done with you yet, we are just getting started.” Rafe said between breaths, your plea following on deaf ears as he continued the hard thrusts to your sloppy cunt. “Giving my girl the birthday dick she deserves, yeah?”

He was about to give you round after round, making your birthday end with your pussy sore and the sheets soaked. A new car in the driveway, diamonds, designer bags, fed expensive food, and getting a dick one dreamed of having.

[cheolhub]

EVENING GLOW — KIM MINGYU ࿐

summary. you’re having a horrible, no good, very bad day and mingyu wants to do everything he can to make it better.

wc. 4.5k+

warnings. hurt/comfort, overthinking, reader goes through it and cries a lot, allusions to having anxiety, smut! soft bf!mingyu, so much praise (it’s insane), pet names (angel, baby, sweet/pretty girl), reader is v needy and sensitive, a lot of reassurance, hand holding, fingering, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, slight dumbification, creampie, V SOFT, unprotected sex — MINORS DNI 18+

note. because i love keir ( @jeonghantis ) and bc they deserve the world and all of the stars. also it’s really for anyone who’s had way too many bad days in a row <3 u are very loved (by me and ur fave). also, i lost sight of the plot half way thru this (very common reoccurrence in all of my mingyu fics) so i apologize for that hehsh. i appreciate ur feedback! <3 and yes, this is loosely based off evening glow by wave to earth <33333333 + @toruro i also hope u like this hehehe

bad days aren’t uncommon for you, but you’ve had significantly less since kim mingyu waltzed into your life like the klutz he is. he manages to make every day brighter by simply existing. every smile, every laugh, every touch makes bad days seem like a distant memory.

that’s not to say you don’t still have them because you do. 

you still have days– like today– where it seems like nothing is right. days where you overthink every single thing in your life, ‘am i doing this right?’ ‘does he still love me?’ ‘does any of this even fucking matter?’ days where you want the earth to crack all the way open and swallow you whole. 

those days are beyond harsh. they have you trudging back home with wet lash lines, cloudy vision, and a loud voice in your head that’s begging– pleading– don’t cry, don’t cry, please don’t cry. 

and today… today felt like you went to hell and back. the second your eyes opened, you knew it was going to be one of those days and it truly was a series of rather unfortunate events. you woke up late and alone, you were reprimanded by your boss, you spilled your much-needed coffee during your break, your coworkers were much more hostile than usual, you got yelled at by clients over the phone, your personal phone died halfway through the day because, of course, you forgot to charge it last night, and then, the intrusive thoughts came. the ones that had you overthinking like crazy. 

and it’s not like you could talk to anyone about it (read: talk to mingyu about it). your phone was dead and you hated all of your coworkers, so you were stuck. stuck in limbo, it seemed, mind plagued with horrid thoughts. everything good in your life didn’t feel so good anymore. 

which is why you were practically in tears when you got back home, letting them roll down your face shamelessly as your hand fumbled the keys. you eventually got it into the lock– after steadying your shaky hand– turning the metal and letting yourself in. the second you shut the door, you press your back against it, head in your hands as you let out the soft sobs you've been holding in all day. 

on most of your bad days, you can keep your tears at bay till you make it into the shower. but, on days like today, you just can’t and your sobs echo through the empty apartment, reminding you that you’ll be alone till your boyfriend arrives. it’s not the prettiest sight, though, so you’re partially glad that mingyu misses it since he gets home after you. 

he usually does, at least. 

what you don’t realize is mingyu is home and he’s wandering around the apartment with his brows furrowed, confused as to where the sound of crying is coming from.

and when he sees you at the main entrance with your hands covering your face, he feels the air leave his lungs and his heart almost literally cracks in half. 

he treads carefully, slowly making his way to you. “...baby?”

you’re startled, choking on one of your sobs at the sound of his voice. out of mere embarrassment, you quickly wipe your tears with your sleeve though it does nothing to hide the fact that you actually have been crying. 

“gyu…” you say with a wavering voice, doing your absolute best to keep up your shitty facade. you quickly feel your resolve crumbling as you both stand in awkward silence, so you put your head down to avoid eye contact. “i-i thought you were working?”

he ignores your question and counters with his own, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

you bite your trembling lip and shake your head, eyes still trained on the floor. 

he walks a few steps closer, now towering over your trembling body, “c’mon, angel. tell me what happened.”

you take a shuddered breath, slowly raising your head to look up at him. he frowns at your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks and at the fact that all you can say is “hi…” in a nearly-inaudible, yet dulcet voice.

“hi, baby,” he whispers back, hands coming to cup your cheeks, thumbs wiping at your stray tears. “tell me what happened.” he repeats, a bit more demanding this time. 

you deflate, “i just had a bad day… it was nothing.”

he shakes his head at how you invalidate yourself, “it’s not nothing if it’s making you cry, Y/N…” he gently reminds.  “please tell me? i wanna help… if you’ll let me.”

you sigh, leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter close and the words escape you before your brain can process them. you tell him everything trying your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you. it’s not like mingyu would care if you were crying and blubbering out your words, but you knew he hated seeing you so upset, so you refrain from shedding more tears. 

you try to refrain, at least. you can’t stop the way they helplessly fall when you open your eyes again. “nothing was going right, gyu… my day was so bad that it had me overthinking every little thing.”

“i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers, pressing his forehead against yours. “i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you.”

you shake your head profusely, swallowing the lump you feel in your throat, “n-no! no, please, it’s not your fault, gyu, i swear. my phone died, so it’s not like you could’ve known anyway.”

he pulls away from you, hands coming down to hold yours. “what did you think about?” 

you squeeze his hands, “a lot of things…”

“like?” he frowns, pressing further.

you look away, mumbling out a lie, “i dunno. it was a lot… i can’t really remember right now. ”

truth be told, you didn’t want to admit the anxiety-induced thoughts you had earlier knowing he’d worry. if he heard half the ones you had about your relationship, you know he’d probably break down himself. you’re well aware mingyu loves you more than anything on earth because he never fails to remind you.

but sometimes, the tiny voice in the back of your head– the one that says he’s too good to be true– gets a bit too loud and you tend to forget all his little reminders– all the ‘i love you’s’ he whispers into your ear right before bed, all the kisses he peppers onto your face, all the hugs where he squeezes the life out of you. 

“you don’t have to tell me what you thought about, but i do want to tell you something,” he starts, a small smile making its way onto his pretty lips. he leans into you, with a voice so small as he says, “i love you. and i know i suffocate you with it sometimes, but it’s true. i love you so much. please don’t ever doubt that.”

you nod, sniffling, “i know.” 

his smile grows, “and?...”

your lips curve up a bit and you whisper, “and i love you, too.”

“you better not forget it,” he playfully jokes, forehead resting on yours again. “you know i love you the most, though.”

you giggle softly, shaking your head. “you always turn it into a competition. you know it isn’t right?”

“i know it isn’t, but i do.” he confirms, voice tender and a bit hushed. “i want you to remember that the next time you think too hard. i love my pretty girl the most… more than anything. i’d do anything to keep you happy. wanna see that pretty smile everyday.”

the genuinity– the love– that drips from his words has you weak. the words replay in your head over and over almost as if it’s on a constant loop.

i love my pretty girl. 

my pretty girl.

your breath hitches at the unanticipated pet name, remembering the sweet, innocent way it rolled off his tongue. you know you probably shouldn’t feel this way, but it doesn’t stop the way you squeeze your thighs together, pussy pulsing at the mere term of endearment. you’re almost sure mingyu can feel the heat radiating off your skin, yet he does nothing. he stands still, warm, brown eyes staring at your tear-stained face.

so you take matters into your own hands. 

you stand tall and lean into him. your nose brushes against his and the proximity between the two of you closes quickly. i want to be kissed, your face reads– begs– and he finally sees that, obliging reluctantly. 

his eyes flutter and his lips graze against yours before you take the lead and close the gap for him. as his mouth collides with yours, you feel warmth erupt in your body and you relish it.

the kiss is soft. gentle. it nearly has you melting under him.

but the longer his lips mold against yours, the longer his tongue roams the inside of your mouth, the needier you get. it’s like all your worries wash away. all the bad thoughts evaporate into thin air. all you can think about is the everlasting love you have for the man before you and the incessant love he has for you, too.

you untangle your hands from his in favor of pawing at his chest, nails digging into the cotton fabric of his shit and slightly biting into his skin. 

you’re slowly, yet surely losing your mind. the kiss deepens and all the coherent thoughts you had minutes prior are being pushed to the back as mingyu is on the forefront of your mind. you’re overcome with need for him. need for him to make you forget everything. need for him to fuck you till all you can think about him and the way his cock makes you feel.

and mingyu knows this, of course. he knows with the way you claw at him and how you whimper desperately as if you’ve been deprived from his touch for far too long. 

it’s why he doesn’t make you beg for it. instead he’s pulling away, watching you chase his lips while he breathlessly asks, “you sure you wanna do this, baby?” he looks so enamored with you. there’s no doubt you look like a complete mess right now, but it’s like he sees past it. past the tears, past the red eyes, past all the sadness. 

“please,” you whisper, sniffling again. 

he murmurs okay against your lips before grabbing your hand and guiding you to your shared room. 

he diligently strips you of your clothing, first your pants then your shirt. his fingers skillfully popping the buttons on your blouse and slipping it off your body, letting it fall into a pool on the ground. 

“so beautiful,” he whispers, massive hands immediately moving to grope your tits through your bra. “you’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N.” 

his words linger in the air and you feel them. you feel beautiful when he stares at you half naked in your cotton panties and mismatched bra. you feel beautiful with your puffy eyes and snotty nose. mingyu makes you feel so beautiful even in your most unfavorable moments. 

you whimper at his heavy hands, your own tugging at the ends of his shirt, wordlessly begging for the fabric to join the other clothes on the ground. he obliges immediately, practically ripping it off of himself before his hands are back on you. 

he pulls your bra down, letting your tits spill out, kneading at the flesh with hearts in his eyes. a breathy version of his name comes out of your mouth– 

and the sound makes his cock ache. his body yearns and begs to be inside of you. so much so that it has him swiftly unclasping your bra before gently pushing you onto the bed. he thinks it’s gentle, at least. mingyu tends to forget his strength so his gentle can be your rough. 

it doesn’t matter, it never has. every single act mingyu performs for you is one that comes from a place of love. he’s a benevolent man, not a single malicious bone lives in his hand-crafted body. 

“gyu,” you whisper, hand slipping in between your thighs to work on your clothed clit as he towers over you. at your own contact, you feel a shock run through your body and your back just slightly arches off the bed. “need you.”

he curses under his breath, suddenly unable to breathe in his loose house shorts. he hooks his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down and presenting his leaky, hard cock to you. 

and the sight has your entire body going hot. you throw your head back against the plush pillows and moan out his name, louder this time, fingers moving faster against your clit– though it would feel so much better if he finally put his hands on you. or better yet, his cock inside of you. 

“gyu,” you drag out his name in a cry and you finally feel the bed dip under his weight.

“i know, baby,” he whispers, hand moving yours away from your soaked panties in favor of replacing it. when his bigger fingers begin to rub circles into the covered bud, you gasp and let yours grasp at the sheets under you. “i know you need me. i’ve got you.” he reassures you, voice shaky as he notices just how wet you are. “gonna make you feel so good, don’t worry.”

but you don’t realize how sensitive you are because the second his hand slips inside your panties, his warm hand finding your heated cunt, fresh tears spring to your eyes. “oh, fuck,” you shudder, shaking underneath him. 

“you’re so wet,” he mutters the obvious, fingers dipping in between your folds to collect your slick before pulling his hand out. 

“don’t tease me,” you plead weakly.

he frowns, shaking his head, “i’m not– i won’t,” he tells you softly, rolling your panties off your body and down your legs. he tosses the cotton material over to join the other articles of clothing on the ground before his hands spread your legs open, displaying you for himself. “i told you that i got you, pretty girl, i promise.” 

you give him a broken nod, squirming in discomfort.

his hand is back on your pussy in no time, tapping at your drooling hole with two of his fingers. “this still okay?”

you nod again, “yes, gyu.”

he leans down, lips meeting yours as he presses into you with his index and middle fingers. he’s quick to swallow your moan as he stretches you open, feeling the way your gummy walls invite and welcome him in. 

your kiss is more fervent this time around. you can feel his need, the way he shoves his tongue into your mouth, messy and uncoordinated. it has you trapping his fingers between your wet walls, grinding with all your might against his hand. 

you have no clue how he manages to multi-task, both finger-fucking and kissing you into oblivion, but he does both without fail. you whine desperately against his lips, one of your hands coming to wrap around his wrist in hopes to support yourself. 

the wet squelching of your cunt fills the room and it has him pulling away from you for a second to groan out, “you hear that, angel? pretty pussy takin’ my fingers so fuckin’ well.”

you clench around him again, enveloping him as if your life depended on it– you feel so fucking good–

and yet you crave more. it feels good, yes, mingyu always has you seeing stars, but you need more. more of his fingers, more of him. and mingyu is probably well aware of the fact with the way your pussy swallows his fingers, but you know he’s reluctant about giving you too much because of… prior events.

you want that– you want too much. you want to forget about your shitty day. the only thing you want to think about, the only thing you want to be all-consumed by in this very moment, is mingyu. 

“m-more–” you whine against his lips as he wildly pushes in and out of your messy cunt. 

fingers unfaltering in speed, he pulls away from you breathlessly, lips wet and swollen. “more, baby?” 

“mhm,” you give him pleading eyes as you whisper, “wanna cum.”

“fuck,” he mumbles, nodding his head mindlessly as if your words put him into a daze. his fingers pull out and his ring finger joins the two that are already covered in your slick. they push into you slowly, effectively opening you up. “how’s this, beautiful? this enough?” 

you pant, clamping around the digits, squeezing them like a vice. “m-min-” you muffle your moan with your hand, more tears stinging in your eyes.

“no?” he asks, an endearing grin on his face. he maneuvers till he’s in between your legs, he moves further down the bed and your heart thumps erratically in your chest. 

it’s when his lips wrap around your clit while he concurrently thrusts his fingers into your sopping heat that you let out an ear-splitting moan. you lace your fingers into his silky hair and tug at his roots without a care. 

he winces and moans against you at the feeling, the pain making his cock throb against the bed. 

your mind escapes you, melting at the pleasure. his tongue flicks at the sensitive, swollen bud while his fingers curl against your sweet spot, pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy. 

“s-so close, fuck, i’m close, gyu.” you babble breathlessly. 

he moans again, tirelessly continuing his brutal attack on your pussy, but the sound waves of said moans shock your entirety and teeter right over the edge. your vision goes black for a solid minute, only a few specks of white in sight, your blinding orgasm taking your entire body over. 

you jerk under him, back arching as you release all over his fingers, the tightrope in your tummy completely unraveling and allowing you to soak his fingers in your syrupy arousal. his mouth moves down as he pulls out and slurps you up obnoxiously, eating you out as you cum.

and you can’t stop shaking, not even after he’s pulled his mouth and fingers away from you. your body twitches and writhes like he’s been working you for hours and mingyu, astounded, has never seen you like this– well, he definitely has– not after a single orgasm, at least.

he shudders, body burning with need. the taste of you alone has his brain a bit fuzzy. “are… you okay? was it too much?” he manages to ask, voice strained. 

mingyu thinks his question falls on deaf ears when all he hears is your heaving and tiny whimpers. he moves to clean you up, partially worried he overstimulated you, but then you make grabby hands at the large, flushed man.

he leans into your touch, allowing you to grab on to him, “what’s wrong?” 

when he looks into your eyes, glassy and glazed over, he notices the hint of need. the pinch of pure desperation. he sees the way you wordlessly ask for more of him, how you wordlessly ask for him to just fuck you already– he can’t deny you. not with the year-long day you’ve had or with the way his cock is basically begging to stuff you full. 

he pecks your lips and sits up again. a soft chuckle escapes him as you chase him for another kiss, but it quickly turns into a sharp breath when he looks down at your puffy, pulsing pussy. you’re crying for him, that much is obvious, but your pussy is just weeping. 

an endless trail of arousal continues to drool out of you and it’s so enticing… yet it feels so tantalizing… 

he feels a bit guilty for being this hard, for wanting to fuck you so bad. it’s in his good nature. you’ve told him countless times that it’s okay, that you need him, but he just wants to make sure. 

“are you sure?” he whispers, so soft that you could almost miss it. “we can just go to bed if you’re not up for this, Y/N.”

you can tell that mingyu is fighting inner turmoil. you know he always feels guilty for fucking you stupid. today, though, you’re sure he feels guilty for the other things. 

you don’t want him to. he shouldn’t feel guilty for something beyond his control, so you muster up all your strength and, in a wavered voice, tell him, “i want you… always want you.”

you hear his breath of relief and see the wobbly smile on his face and you mirror it. he’s quickly ridding his mind of the guilt and shame at your reassurance and lining himself up with your hole. he slides the tip of his cock between your lips and revels in the way you jolt gently. 

“deep breath f’me,” he mutters, knowing you’ll need it. when he hears your shaky inhale, he takes one of his own right as he pushes into you. “fuck,” he says breathlessly. you’re still so fucking tight around him.

a broken whine bubbles up in the back of your throat and mingyu watches the way your eyes screw shut and your jaw goes slack. beautiful, he thinks to himself. even when you’re fucked out of your mind.  

he finds the strength to push past the resistance, slowly shoving himself inside of you till his pelvis meets yours.

when he bottoms out, your face contorts and you’re spluttering over your words, “s-so big,” 

he nods his head like he knows. “i know, baby,” he murmurs, sliding one of his hands into yours. “but you’re so good for me, always take me so well.” he whispers this time as he’s leaning down, moving your intertwined hands next to your head on the pillow. his free hand cups your heated cheek and he studies you for a few minutes, cock fully sheathed inside of you. 

he watches your face change as you become accustomed to the size of him, how your contorted, pained face relaxes as the minutes pass. when your eyes flutter open and you whimper his name, “gyu…” he pulls out a tiny bit before pushing back in– something of an experimental thrust– and discerns your positive reaction. 

he repeats his actions, inching out a bit more and sliding back in with ease. his eyes observe you intently, noticing every reaction you make as he drives his cock in and out of you, each one going deeper than the last. 

his hand squeezes yours and his lips graze against yours, “feel good?” he asks, breath fanning over your face. 

“uh-huh, so good,” you respond in a pant. “th-thank you.”

he falters a bit, but continues to deliver his deep and calculated thrusts. “why are you thanking me, angel?”

“for taking care of me.” 

mingyu’s heart swells and nearly bursts right then and there. his smile practically reaches his ears because mingyu, admittedly, loves being the cause of your pleasure. he’s a giver. he always has been. 

it makes his hips move faster, his hips flushing to yours with every stroke. the bed squeaks under you, loud and annoyingly high-pitched. neither of you are bothered by the sound as you’re wrapped up within each other– you’re moaning and whining for more and more against his lips and he’s promising to deliver through deep groans and grunts against yours. 

and he does deliver. the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and it knocks the wind out of your lungs. you squeeze the hand in yours and your other comes to claw at his body. you dig your nails into the flesh of his arm, biting into him in favor of leaving crescent shapes on his smooth skin. 

he hisses, but the subtle sting just spurs him on. that and the way your pussy contracts around him.

“oh fuck,” you whisper, a high-pitched whine following the words. you’re so sensitive from your previous orgasm that it’s making all too much. your body is buzzing and the familiar knot is forming quicker than usual. “mingyu– mingyu, i-i’m so close.”

he nods, breathing out, “it’s okay, baby– cum for me. you deserve it.” you deserve everything you want, he fails to add. 

you don’t hold back, completely unraveling under him. you’re easily reduced to a mess, gushing all over his cock while you mewl a mantra of his name. your brain leaves you for a solid minute as you mindlessly babble out thank you’s and i love you’s. 

he pulls away from your lips as he watches you come undone. he’s truly so enraptured by you. with your tear-stained cheeks and the drool that trails past your bruised lips. when you tell him you love him– almost incoherently– his dick twitches in your spasming cunt. 

“i love you.” he groans, swiftly rocking into you. you’re sobbing in overstimulation, but he eases you with more praise. “you’re so good, fuck, so perfect. i love you so bad.”

his hand leaves your cheek, instead grabbing your free hand and intertwining your fingers. he pins your hands next to your head, just like the other, and continues fucking you. 

“my pretty girl,” he murmurs, holding your contrastingly smaller hands tightly. “i’m gonna cum inside… you want that right?”

the question triggers your mind back to life. “please,” you moan weakly. “n-need it.”

he twitches again, a throaty groan coming out of him before he gasps. his entire body stiffens before he presses himself all the way inside of you. his groans and grunts distort to needy moans as ropes of his seed paint the velvet walls of your convulsing heat. 

he attempts to control his breathing. after a minute straight of panting and whining, his heaving chest slows and falls into a steady rhythm. 

“are you okay?” he pants, pulling out of you, body still hovering over yours. “was it too much…”

your lips turn up into a tiny, sweet smile and nod your head, “‘m okay, baby.”

“good,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing your lips.

he releases you from his grasp and falls next to you, trying to recover more before cleaning you up. he sighs, soothing a hand over your skin and you scoot into him.

“i wanna help you,” mingyu starts with the softest voice you’ve ever heard after a few minutes of comfortable silence, “you can always tell me when you’re having one of these days, baby… you know that right?”

“i know,” you nod, mindlessly tracing shapes onto his bare chest. 

“i’m always gonna be here for you… as long as you’ll have me.”

“i know.” you repeat, words whispered this time. “you always make the days better– make them shine– you literally have a heart of gold, mingyu.” 

he chuckles, “i don’t,”

“no, you do. just trust me. if we cut you open right now for open heart surgery, there’d be 24 karat gold in the shape of a human heart inside of you.” you tell him.

mingyu smiles widely. happily. 

“just remember that this heart is all yours, angel.” 

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[reverie-starlight]

{beautiful liar- m. atsumu}

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. highly suggestive at the end <3

it’s my birthday month, would you expect anyone other than atsumu to be the main focus?

atsumu thinks you’re beautiful when you lie to him.

the subtle strain of your facial features as you try to keep your expression neutral makes his heart beat faster in his chest.

he can’t help but feel fondness for you, even as you stand before him with the blood still on your hands. even after you’ve hurt him beyond repair, he can’t help but admire your quirks and tells and how hard you fight to keep his trust.

he places his hands on the countertop and lets the coolness of the marble bring him back to reality.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” he tries again, silently pleading with you to have mercy on him and finally cut him down from your web of lies.

“baby, do you know where my gym bag is or not?”

he watches as your expression cracks just a bit. you’re trying so hard not to break as you shake your head.

he thinks you’re absolutely stunning when you tilt your head down to hide the smile that finally cuts through.

“angel…” he warns, like he’s trying to keep a child from doing something they shouldn’t be. “look at me, please.”

he can’t help but laugh a little when your eyes meet his again and he sees that you’re tearing up from the effort.

it’s a known fact that you’re not a good liar unless the situation is… dire. you wear your heart on your sleeve, and that’s an admirable quality. atsumu has the same one, and he’s learned to like it on himself a bit more since loving it on you.

but he still grew up a twin, and even if he can’t hide his stronger emotions, he is most definitely a better liar than you.

(something he never lets you forget when he exploits your horrible poker face. like right now.)

“yes, ‘tsum?”

he shakes his head and smiles. “don’t ‘‘tsum’ me. I know ya hid my bag. don’t even try to lie to me, ya literally can’t.”

you finally let out a laugh of your own and he wonders if there are stars in his eyes making you shine this way, or if you’re just like that.

the butterflies in his stomach start fluttering again when you get up from the bar stool and walk to his side of the kitchen island.

you wrap your arms around his neck and he doesn’t think twice before letting his hands settle on your hips.

“I guess I can tell you where your bag is for a small fee.”

he raises an eyebrow. “oh can ya? how generous.”

you blow some air in his eye at his remark. “the fee is a kiss.”

“hmm, I don’t know if you deserve one after lying to me for a full ten minutes. well-“ he stops to correct himself. “attempting to lie to me.”

you gasp, but he knows you’re still being playful. “excuse me? never mind, I take it back, you’re not getting that bag today.”

“sweetheart~” he holds you tighter against him when you start to pull away and starts peppering kisses against your cheek.

“don’t you start sweet talking me, miya. it won’t work.”

he sighs and throws his head back. he’s not truly annoyed- he makes that clear with the easy, lovesick expression on his face- but he at least wants to know why you’re trying so hard to keep him home.

“baby. what’s going on with ya? is everything okay?”

you nod a little and he hates that his words cause you to frown. if his hands weren’t so comfortable on your hips, he’d bring one up to smooth out your forehead. “yeah… I’m sorry I’m making you late, I just miss you.”

his eyes widen. the new season has just started, so he’s been trying to get back into the swing of things. he loves going to practice, and he loves the new beginnings every start of the season brings, really he does.

but he hates the transition period between spending most of his time with you to having to find a healthy balance again.

of course you always reassure him that you understand it takes a minute to adjust, but that doesn’t mean he feels good about the unintentional neglect that can come from it.

he rubs his nose against your cheek. “baby, I’m sorry,” he starts. “ya know I don’t like being away for too long.”

your bottom lip juts out the tiniest bit and he leans in to kiss it. “I know… and I also know it’s selfish to keep you here because I’m feeling lonely… guess I’ve just been a little needier than usual lately.”

he thinks back to how you’ve practically been hanging off of him this whole week. he was a little confused by it, sure, but more so he’s been eating up all the attention and indulging you as much as possible.

taking in a deep breath, he makes a split second decision that will definitely have consequences later- good or bad, he won’t know until they come to pass.

but he knows whatever the outcome, it’ll be more than worth it just because he gets to see you smile now while carrying you to the sofa.

“atsumu! what are you doing?!“

“screw the gym bag, I’m staying here with you today.”

you gasp at his words and a panicked look washes over your face. “wait, no, that’s not what I was getting at-“

he shushes you. “no no, listen. it’s early in the season. we don’t have any games scheduled for a long while, yet and I stayed late last night. one day off won’t hurt, I’ll just go in earlier tomorrow.”

if his younger self could hear him now, he’d probably throw a fit, but he’s older and wiser and his angel needs him, so this is obviously the only logical solution.

your eyes gloss over with adoration, and there’s no room left inside of him for the guilt from skipping a day that he’s been building up for years.

he feels good about his decision to make you a priority. he felt good about it years ago when he asked you out and he gets the feeling he’ll feel good about it twenty years from now, wherever the both of you are by that point.

nothing could ever make him regret making you his top priority. you’ve given him so much, it’s only right that he does the same for you.

“thank you, ‘tsum,” you say after a while of just existing together on the couch.

he nuzzles into your neck and lets the warmth spread through his body at the feel of your torso against his. “‘course, sweetheart. but I’m still curious-“

he lifts himself up just enough that his face is hovering over yours. “where did you hide my gym bag?”

your peaceful expression twists into a smirk. “still not telling~” you sing.

he snorts. “alright, keep your secrets. we both know I have other methods of getting it out of ya. we’ve done this dance too many times, baby.”

you giggle and shake your head fondly. “oh ‘tsum, you couldn’t torture this information out of me. it’s too much fun for me to have something over you.”

his grin is wolfish as he takes in your words. “alright, sure, keep digging yourself into a deeper hole and see how fun it’ll be for ya later.”

“aww, you’re all bark no bi- hey!” you shriek as he playfully bites your nose.

“yeah, yeah, we’ll see if ya still think that when I’m done with ya.”

you don’t put up a fight when he slings you over his shoulder and carries you back to your bedroom.

BONUS:

you take the water bottle he offers you and gulp down half of it in one go.

he takes it from you and sets it off to the side before laying down beside you, equally spent. he feels you looking at him, so he raises an eyebrow at you questioningly.

he knows that look- you’re not completely ready to back down yet. just like when you lie, he thinks you look stunning when you refuse to give in.

“I hid it in the laundry room.”

he sits up a bit and looks down at you with narrowed eyes. “oh really?”

“uh huh.”

“and why’s that?”

the look on your face is lit up with sinister mischief, like you know your words will strike a chord inside of him. “needed to make sure it was in a place you don’t go very often.”

it’s obviously a jab with no real malicious intent (he’s very good about doing his laundry), but it has him playfully growling and pinning you beneath him once more.

“so that’s how it’s gonna be today, hm?”

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ahem. anyway. he is my everything and I would absolutely hide his things to keep him with me longer. inspired by me bc I have a horrible poker face. cannot lie without laughing to save my life.

@rrairey since this is the fic that one WIP came from I thought I’d tag you, hope that’s okay :3

@emmyrosee 🫶🏻🫶🏻

hope you enjoyed!

[sun-kissy]

Hello,💚

I was wondering if you’d be willing to write Remus x Fem!Reader who just had surgery of some sort? Preferably some hurt/comfort and fluff, where R is in pain and Remus is sweet about it?

Or if you’re not comfortable with that, any hurt/comfort with Remus would be great :))

(This is my first time requesting, but I really love your works! I just had surgery for my endometriosis, and I haven’t been sleeping much because of pain, so I’ve been up binge reading your works instead 😅)

💚

thank you so much for the request angel! honestly this hit home, because my mum had to have surgery for her endometriosis too, and i just wanted to say that i’m proud of you for being so strong. i hope that the pain has eased now, and you’re getting some well-deserved rest! <3

better | r.l.

tw: mention of surgery, hurt/comfort

remus lupin x reader

Remus rolls over on the bed, feeling around for you until he finds your hand. He takes your fingers in his, lacing them together before giving a soft squeeze.

“Hey sweetheart,” his words are soft and stringed together, as though dipped in honey. Your eyes are wide open as you look at him, the soft moonlight from the window casting shadows across your face. “Hi.”

“Still can’t sleep?” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles gently. His heart aches as he eyes you, curled up in a foetal position with your arms wrapped around your knees. You’ve pressed yourself so tightly together Remus thinks you might squeeze yourself half to death.

“No,” you mumble, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice for his sake. But he can see the slight contortion in your features, and he knows the pain is bothering you.

You’d just gotten surgery for your endometriosis a few days ago, after much convincing from your boyfriend. The pain had been bothering you for months before the surgery and he was convinced that you would feel a lot better once you faced the music. However, these past few days post-surgery weren’t proving to be any better, and he’d often find you in tears from how much everything hurt.

Remus hated that he couldn’t do anything to just take all your pain away and make it alright. But like all good things, it had to get worse before it got better.

He reaches a hand out, cupping your face in the basin of his palm as he silently thumbs your cheek. You relax into his touch, and let your eyes flutter closed.

“Rem,” you whisper.

“Yeah, dove?”

“It really hurts.”

Remus doesn’t miss the crack in your voice, and he feels like his heart is being cleaved in two. A pitiful sound comes from the back of his throat as he extends his other hand to stroke comfortingly at your hairline. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

At his sympathy, you curl in on yourself even further as though pained. Hot tears dribble down your cheeks and curve the bridge of your nose, and Remus moves his thumb to swipe at them. You whimper, and it makes him hurt in all the worst ways.

“I’m so tired. And I just want to sleep, but I can’t, and –” you choke pathetically on the lump in your throat. Remus shushes you, unable to stop himself from tugging you closer until your knees are squished between both of your chests. He presses a hand to your back, rubbing up and down your spine in a way he hopes is comforting.

Leaning forward, he presses his lips to your hairline. “I’m so sorry, honey. But you’re going to feel better in a few more days.” He desperately wishes his kiss could convey all the comfort and love you needed right now.

Remus needles an arm between your knees and stomach, pressing the back of his hand to your abdomen. His fingers start to trace a circular motion, knuckles brushing against your stitches in the same way they’ve done countless times before. He feels the muscles underneath his hand relax slightly.

“But what if I don’t feel better?” you warble. “What if I never sleep again?”

Remus could almost laugh at how loopy the meds made you if you didn’t sound so pitiful. More tears wet your eyelashes, and he indulgently kisses them away before smoothing his fingers over your cheeks.

“Then I’ll get you sleeping meds.”

“Really?” you sniffle, and it’s the most hopeful you’ve sounded that whole week. But you both know that Remus wasn’t going to let you ruin your system with more medicines than necessary.

“No,” he whispers bemusedly, almost guilty when he hears the earnest longing in your voice, “but what I can do for you right now is get you the heating pad.”

You don’t even look upset at his words, seemingly expecting the response. Your lip quivers as you draw it in between your teeth guiltily. “I don’t want you to get up, though. You should be getting some rest. I bet you’re exhausted, looking after me all night.”

Remus presses a quick peck to the tender spot beneath your eye as he pushes his elbows into the mattress, hoisting himself up straight. “I’m up, sweetheart.” He pulls his hand away from your abdomen, unable to stop the small smile that forms when you whine in protest.

He bends down to press another kiss to your forehead, and you feel the upward curve of his lips against your skin. “And I don’t mind looking after you. The only thing I’m worried about right now is you not getting enough rest.”

You hum softly in response, and Remus resists the urge to cocoon you in a mountain of blankets and smother your pain away. Instead, he brushes strands of hair back from your face. “Try to sleep, please.”

“After you get me the heating pad.”

He hums indulgently, moving his hand to the nape of your neck and comfortingly brushing over the baby hairs there. “You want anything else? Chocolate, or hot tea, maybe?”

“Chocolate would be nice,” you admit.

“Then chocolate it is,” he smiles as he stands up, rounding the bed.

“Rem?”

“Yeah, dove?”

“Are you sure you can’t get me sleeping pills?”

Remus huffs out a laugh, giving your foot a warning squeeze before leaving the room.

[onyourhyuck]

Taking Care Of My Baby. | N.JM

— Prologue: “Is your bed too cold or too hot?” + “It’s perfect.”

— Summary: Your boyfriend Jaemin takes care of you while you’re bed ridden with a fever flu.

— Genre: Wholesome smut. Minors dni. Boyfriend!jaemin. Established relationship. Fingering and soft praise. Sweet kisses. Everything is very sweet and gentle. Y/n loving her boyfriend’s fingers (slight hand kink.) large orgasms. Pet name baby used. Jaemin green flag >>

— Notes: I’m sick with fever flu so why not make my imagination go wild here.

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The sound of your boyfriend shuffling over the bedcovers to be perfectly neat and comfortable position for you. You’re standing there watching him as you feel light headed and every part of your body feels like it’s melting away. The heat never leaves your face or your body. Your eyes are glistening with water as if you’ve been crying but you have not, the sickness you have encountered somehow, you have no clue how, was making you look like you’ve been crying for a whole week. It wasn’t helping alone that you have an enraging headache knocking at your door every five seconds and your eyelids hurt to look anywhere else.

Earlier your boyfriend checked on you and he thought you were completely fine in the morning. You were sneezing a few times, but you seemed fine and able to move around when you guys went out for lunch.

But when you came back from lunch you felt worn out so Jaemin saw you take a nap in your bedroom that you two share and meanwhile Jaemin was in the living room. Then few hours passed and he went to check on you he saw your bright red flushed cheeks and the sweat dripping off your head as if you’ve been left in an oven to bake alive.

Your boyfriend took everything seriously. You barely get sick so when the sight of you in bed unable to move with your sick-looking eyes staring up at him so poorly he can’t stand back and do nothing for you. Jaemin made you purposely sit and stand on the side while he fixed your bed. He made it neat and colder again for you to rest in much easier. Jaemin pulls your hand forward making you gently sit down and then lay as he tucks you in. The sweetness of your boyfriend makes you smile a little but you feel little to no good energy to show a smile.

He saw your forehead, gently rubbing away your bangs out of the face while he puts the back of his palm on your forehead and then your cheek. Jaemin looks with a disappointed sigh. “You’re still burning up. I will go get you fever medicine and something for your sore throat.”

He leaves the bedroom to go to the kitchen just to bring the large metallic box where the medicine and first aid stuff was all in one container. He pulls out a few pills as they are not what he needs right now. Jaemin’s eyes catch the right packet and he brings you a small pill and a glass of water for you. He sits on the edge of your bed. “Here have this, Y/n. It will help you get better.”

You sit up leaning on the headrest of the bed headboard as your spine pressed on it. You let out a soft groan as you feel your eyes spin around almost.

The pill in your hand you swallow it with the water Jaemin offered to you and you then put it away on your bed stand table as you look at your boyfriend with a soft smile. “Thank you.”

He smiles and he looks at your bed now turning his attention wondering if what he was was like you wanted it to be. “Is your bed too cold or too hot?” Jaemin asked you with a little bit more curiosity. He really wants everything to be perfect for you.

You give him a reassuring nod. “It’s perfect.” You want to tell him that he’s down to earth perfect literally. You want to say to him that he’s a walking angel on earth considering how he’s been working away to get you better, without a question either. Jaemin was literally your caretaker and boyfriend in one. You wonder how did you find such a good person?

He deserves the world and so much more. Earth was not enough to be given to this kinder hearted soulmate that you have.

The boy you’re looking at, you could never look at anyone else the same. Jaemin was your endgame. Your meaning to life and your energy. When things get so bad you don’t even worry because your boyfriend was by your side and as long as he was with you you believe that everything will be just fine. It’s rare to have this connection with someone like this. And you’re beyond grateful that you are able to live in the same lifetime as your boyfriend Jaemin.

You lean your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder suddenly. You wanted to feel him close to you when your body was going such a hard time to fighting this illness.

Flu seasons are always the worst. You just hope you’re going to get better soon because you don’t like to see Jaemin worrying about you so much. Even though it was a good thing he’s worrying because it shows how much he cares for you, you rather prefer that he was happy more.

The weight of your head on his shoulder makes him happy that you moved closer to his body. Jaemin slowly ran his fingers in your hair. “Do you need anything baby? I’ll get it done for you.” Jaemin kissed the top of your head as he waits for your answer but honestly you don’t want anything but him right now. You don’t need anything else.

Your voice was slightly scratchy and raspy. It felt like walking on gravel and whenever you speak it feels so much more dry than the desert itself. Every word you speak was nearly muffled.

“I just need you.” You say pulling back your head so you can watch your boyfriend. Jaemin was smiling at your sweet words and he strokes your hair once more before leaning closer to give you a peck on the lips as a loving gesture to show how much he is sickeningly obsessed with you.

Everything about you makes him obsessed. The way you speak so softly and eloquently. How much your compassion means to you and other people. The way you present yourself not only to others but to your own perception. Jaemin loves that you’re so selfless always thinking of others. But you always put your needs under and everyone else above your own needs until it’s too much to take. And then you get sick and that’s why he was so attentive to you.

If you cannot take care of yourself because you love to people please others that you cherish and love more, then Jaemin will step up and take the role to take care of you. Because you can’t take care of people if no one takes care of you.

You murmur from the soft peck when Jaemin pulls away but your faces were keeping close together, neither wanted to break the contact when their eyes met again. “Don’t kiss me Jaemin, I’m all sick.” Your voice deep full hoarse voice comes out.

The boy in front of you wearing the white short sleeve shirt casually at the sharing flat you both live together in did not care that you could get him sick. If it meant not getting your kisses Jaemin hates it. He wants you to kiss him all over, even if you’re in such a sick state. “It’s okay.” He whispers to you not caring a single bit and leaning down to capture a longer kiss this time on your lips.

The kiss placed on your mouth was sweet and loving you feel like you’re melting even more and your heat grew increasingly intense and high. But now you feel your heart racing and the blood running to your cheeks flowing on your face makes you flushed. Gentle soothing hands brush on your jawline to cup it, the kiss grows more soft and intense too. The more you kissed him back Jaemin was loving it so much and he never once regretted it. He could care less if he gets sick after. It’s all worth it if he gets to kiss you like this.

Your voice feels cut freely from the kiss when your hoarse sick moans come out and Jaemin gently moves his face to take a look at the beautiful blush spreading like your illness on your face. He leans and kissed your cheek and then kisses your corner of the lips as you drown in your boyfriend’s affection.

“Jaemin…can i ask you for a favour?” You now had running thoughts and all of them had to do with him. You need him so bad your sick body was yearning for him to do something more… to do more to you. Kisses were not enough anymore. You need to breathe him out like he was your oxygen at this point. It was intense but you loved it.

Jaemin softly hums against your face and he pulls away to take another glance at you. “Yeah. Say anything baby I’ll do it for you.”

He quietly trails. “Do you need something to drink? Do you want more pillows, I can bring some over to you?”

You shake your head and your arms wrap around his neck gently as you look at him with neediness in your eyes now and somehow he now knew what you wanted. Jaemin could sense it from the way you’re looking at him.

“No i don’t need that.” You tell him softly. “I want you. Can you please touch me?”

There was some gentle amusement on your boyfriend’s face right now when you told him very firmly and clearly what you want. You’re never this clear with communication when you want him to touch you. It nearly caught him by surprise. Usually you beat around the bush when you need him this badly.

Your boyfriend hums. He doesn’t want to go too far with you when you’re in this sick state. Jaemin is rather worried he might hurt you if things escalate. But maybe he can provide you some quick release that you’re begging for right now.

“I won’t fuck you if that’s what you want, baby.” He whispers to you as if this was a statement he’s going to stick by. There’s no way he will be fucking you when you’re sick with a fever. You might actually pass out on him if he ever did that. Jaemin brushes his hands over your thighs gently rubbing them now under the covers. “But i will take care of my baby.” He soothingly said to you.

It didn’t take long for you to register what your boyfriend was doing by slipping off your lower clothing. The shorts you wore slip down to your ankles revealing those pretty legs of yours to him. They were so smooth and so soft. Your boyfriend gently rubs your thighs with his hands on the side and they make a few shapes on your skin like circles on you as his eyes gaze over to you softly.

You lay back down and Jaemin leans to you kissing your lips with a gentle movement as he didn’t want to startle you. While kissing he was busy moving up his hands higher on your thigh and pulling at your pretty panties. They were white and had a little pink bow on them. They were a soft cotton fabric and he smiles pulling from your mouth.

Jaemin’s voice drops into low whispers. “Why don’t we take them off, baby?” And the panties slide slowly down as you give him a nod, Jaemin wanted to see all of you right now but he leaves your shirt on. He still has in mind that you’re sick so he doesn’t need to strip you entirely. He wouldn’t want your condition getting worse.

The pretty sight of your pussy was enough to get every man wild. The urges were telling him to do everything to you but Jaemin knew he had to hold back for now. He can wait for you to get better because right now all his priority was you and your pleasure.

Your boyfriend cups your sex rubbing it up and down with his full palm and your pussy could fit in his hand. You were small and dainty. Jaemin leans down giving you a kiss on your neck as your body relaxed at his touch. “Such a pretty pussy. All mine.” Jaemin coos as then a single digit would slither into your folds pressing on your warm velvet walls. The intensity of your thrusting movements already approaching by bucking your wide hips forward to the movements your boyfriend did inside you curling the finger up causing you to soak the room with your moans. The way Jaemin’s eyes kept the gaze down at your wet pussy squelch with every single stroke he provides to your body makes you weak on your knees.

The pace of your breath quickens, your heart was the most quickest sound you focused all your attention on. The sound of your heart thumping and pounding gives your brain a frenzy freeze. You tug on the pillows behind your head your stomach sucking in every inch of space you have left when Jaemin smirks at your squirming.

It was so attractive to see the person you love react so fondly to your touches. It makes you feel validated and to continue even more.

It brings Jaemin so much joy seeing your expression scrunch up or your complexion growing warmer tone than before. The flickering of his wrist makes your numbing pearl abused as the thumb moving forward starts to slowly tick on it with his thumb print on your inner clit.

You wanted to do nothing but bury your head into your arms as the pleasure simply increased. Your boyfriend knows your body so well like it was his own second body he owns. “Ahh Jaemin… i love you so much i can’t even explain it.” You really hate how you’re confessing midway your broken moans were so pathetic too.

You just can’t help it. You want to express every minute to him that you love him so much, you’ll always be there for him.

“I love you so much too,, you don’t have to explain it at all baby. I understand.”

A sweet smile shows on his handsome bare face while Jaemin leans giving you a small kiss on your lips and the hands movements become sensually longer and even faster than before. It caused your stomach to tilt even more into your body and the pressure building in your abdomen was growing like a large knot nearly coming undone.

Jaemin whimpers practically seeing you look so mesmerising even though you’re sick and unwell you never fail to make him want you even more everyday.

Your boyfriend’s voice brushes on your hand that you ran through his hair as he is fingering you continuously. Jaemin kisses the back of your hand. “I want to show you how much i love you, baby.”

“Jaemin…!”

You gasp when the warm feeling of your thighs spasms and the trembling muscles are all signs pointing to your orgasm incoming and Jaemin’s fingers deeply buried inside your cunt creating this wet spot to grow bigger and bigger. The walls are pushing up against the fingertips and his nails were tickling at your frontal wall.

Soon your legs part away when you feel your brain coming blank as you’re a whimpering mess. The way his name wasn’t enough to be screamed. You have to announce it to the entire world how good he’s making you feel that your orgasm was so big and overwhelming you never had this much of a large orgasm before until now, in such a sick state too. Jaemin himself took the time to watch your stomach flatten out and your beautiful eyes rolling back as your back arches on the bed. The wetness on the fingers coating it like it was a birthday cake with frosting on top.

“So good… you did so well baby.” Jaemin whispers to you while kissing your stomach when he gently took out his hand from your cunt seeing it dripping a bit. “Should i help clean you up?” He softly spoke to you and you couldn’t respond but you have a little nod. Your boyfriend smiles giving you some time to come back to reality.

The mess on his fingers you did he takes the time to admire it until seeing your state you look like you needed that release to make you feel better. Jaemin slowly wipes his hand by the tissue and he cleaned your area between the legs and your inner thighs he cleans up too.

You sit up when your energy returns, or at least some remaining of your energy you had left and you embrace your boyfriend. He chuckles wrapping back his arms around you. “Did i take care of my baby well?” He asked now.

You wish to tell him he had exceeded your expectations. “You did. Thank you Jaemin.”

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[l1ndseyper3z]

I really don't know wether I like him or hate him

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS ACTUALLY DISGUSTING THE FILTH IS FILTHING PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION I DONT KNOW WHY I DID THIS

DATING MARK HOFFMAN HEADCANNONS

[SFW & NSFW] [F!READER]

warnings: Mark being Mark, daddy kink, bondage, age gap (both over 18), praise, degrading, gunplay, public sex, thigh riding, cock-warming, cumming inside, p in v penetrator, eating pussy, sucking cock, petplay, bootlicking, boot grinding, thigh riding, choking, sir kink, master kink, spanking, strong language

you are responsible for your own media consumption. minors dni.

SFW

master of PDA and physical touch

he needs everyone to know that you are his and NOBODY is allowed to even glance at you the wrong way.

if anybody even looks at you for slightly too long he perfectly flexes to expose the gun on his hip

if you're younger than him (which chances are, you are cause idk he gives off younger gf vibes) he is so protective

it does get a bit much sometimes but with the knowledge of his sister you can't exactly blame him

he always plays with ur hair

it grounds both you and him

he has to be big spoon

he likes having control and being able to keep you safe

100% teaches you self-defense

with the shit he sees (and does) he wants you to be able to protect yourself when he's not around

worries that jigsaw will test you

even though you've done nothing to deserve that because you're an absolute angel in his eyes

defo that boyf that follows you around stores carrying all ur bags and clothes

always kissing ur neck and hugging ur waist

he took quite a while to get used to you and begin to trust you because of his sister

will watch all ur fav movies and shows with you but complain the whole time (even tho he's secretly enjoying it)

pet names for you 100% consist of baby doll, baby girl, my girl, my girl, darling and sweet girl

he's so sassy for no reason whatsoever (name a saw dude who isn't???)

can be a bit cruel sometimes

and his ego gets in the way of apologising

when he realises he's fucked up he'll buy you flowers or something

he isn't great with his words so prefers to let his actions speak louder

he tries to like the music you like

if you tell him you relate to a song he'll figure out what it means and read through the lyrics to try and understand you better

THIGH GRIPPER

he so caresses your thighs when he's driving

half the time he dosent even realise he's doing it, it just happens

cooks for you

he so puts his hands in your back pockets

he just does

NSFW

100% gets bricked when you wear his clothes

ROUGH DOM

makes you beg to cum

uses vibrators on you as punishment

call him daddy in bed

just do it

it awakens something in him

will tie you up and use handcuffs on you

edges you

overstimulates you

has made you suck on his gun

or fucked you with his gun

absolute master of sucking pussy

chokes you when you aren't behaving

icl he is quite selfish when it comes to sex

wants you to suck him off all the time

ESPECIALLY IN HIS OFFICE AT WORK

He just loves looking down at your little pathetic tear and spit coated face as you suck on his big fat cock

King of praise and degradation

"look at my pretty little whore, sucking daddys cock so well"

"spread your legs slut"

so forces you to warm his cock when you've been a bad girl

and makes you ride his thigh when you're being a desperate slut

always cums inside you

he's not very vocal but you can get the occasional groan or curse out of him

lasts scarily long

will have sex anywhere, anytime

he has such a high sex drive

why do I get the vibe he has made you grind on his boot before

gags.

collars.

he's a kinky bitch and is probs into petplay of some form

"pups don't talk. now, if you lick daddys shoes clean he might just fuck your desperate little pussy"

just wants to see you panting on your knees below him as you obey his every command

will fuck your little pussy like there's no tomorrow

"good puppy, taking it so well for daddy"

will bend you over his knee and spank you as a punishment

and make you count aloud

and thank him

"now, bratty girls have to be punished, count out loud and be sure to thank master for teaching you how to behave"

"pup, I can't quite hear you, should sir up it to 25 spanks?"

his aftercare is okay

cuddles, water and maybe a shower but thats pretty much it

I'm sorry this turned out to be utter filth 😭

[lucygxybaird]

we were just kids when we fell in love...

billy and reader meet when he first becomes friends with jesse, and at first -- despite the matching sheafs of wheat-gold hair, the same blue eyes, despite the way that both of them smile like they know a secret about you -- he doesn't realize that reader is jesse's little sister. it's like someone took the clay jesse is molded from and turned it inside out, before sculpting an angel out of it. she is sweet and gentle, a nurse, because she wants to heal others, not hurt them.

we are still kids, but we're so in love, fighting against all odds; i know we'll be alright this time...

after he escaped from jail, he figured he would never see either jesse or his sister ever again. the first hurt; the second made him feel as if someone had ripped the north star from the sky, leaving him lost. he'd never told her how he felt, even though the words had risen to his lips countless times. to tell her the truth -- it felt blasphemous, somehow, like he was trailing muck through a church. she deserved better than him.

when life led him back to jesse evans, he asked about her; jesse told him that she was living in lincoln now, and she wanted to become a doctor. jesse laughed when he said it, but billy didn't. he didn't think it was all that funny.

it wasn't until he found himself in john tunstall's employ that he saw her again. he'd always meant to look her up when he was still working with murphy, but the more he learned of his new employer, the more he saw jesse shedding the man he knew like a chrysalis and becoming someone altogether dirtier, bloodier, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

more than ever, he felt like he didn't deserve her.

but then -- he actually bumped into her, his shoulder physically knocking against hers, as he was coming through the front door and she was stepping out of it. he stepped back, ready to apologize, and she stuttered in her stride, her lips parting to do the same.

they froze. they stared at each other. she smiled first, and then he did.

when she laughed with all the delight of a child waking up to a snowy christmas morning, when she threw her arms around his neck in a hug, billy didn't think twice. he hugged her so tight that her feet lifted off the floor.

she worked for tunstall, too, it turned out. she treated his employees, both the riders like billy and the people who worked in tunstall's store, in his bank. she said she never liked to accept payment from them; tunstall paid her enough, and many of them couldn't really afford too spare the cash. it didn't surprise him to hear her say that.

once, he was sitting in tunstall's study, the two of them sipping whiskey. tunstall slid a smile toward him from across the room and asked when exactly billy was going to do something about the fact that he was in love -- mad for, was the phrase tunstall used -- about dr. evans.

billy felt like a schoolboy being called out in front of the class. he asked how tunstall knew, and john just chuckled.

"billy, my boy -- there are few things in this world as marvelously ostentatious as young love." tunstall smiled again. "and there are few things as rare. don't let this moment pass you by."

baby, i'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms. barefoot on the grass, while listening our favorite song. i have faith in what i see, now i know i have met an angel in person...

billy sent a message to her lodgings, asking her to meet him that night. he met her on the front lawn, with light from an upper-story window -- tunstall's study, as it so happened -- spilling onto the grass. somehow, it seemed that she knew why he'd asked her to come. she just looked at him and waited.

her hair tumbled around her shoulders, a mass of sunshine in the shadows of night, and waited beyond the light from the window. she hardly needed the borrowed candlelight. she glowed in the silvery moonlight as if her skin drank it in.

...and she looks perfect...

billy took one step toward her, and then another, another, until she was close enough to touch. so he did, reaching up to draw his fingertips lightly over her cheek.

...he looks perfect...

she smiled at him. he took her in his arms and finally, finally, for the first time -- despite wanting to so many times that they would have, if he'd let himself deserve what he wanted, kissed so many times by now that each would match a star in the sky -- pressed his lips to hers.

...you look perfect tonight.

[macsimagines]

Can you do some bimbo reader with Izana, Draken and Chifuyu?

Ive done bimbo for Draken before so Ill just do Izana and Chifuyu

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, DADDY KINK, BIMBO, SPANKINGS

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

Love-love-loves you~! You're too fucking stupid for your own good, and do everything he says no questions asked. Well... Maybe sometimes.

"Y/N be a good girl and come sit on Daddy's lap." "Wha- My daddy's not here silly!"

You're just his dumb puppy that needs to be trained, but don't worry princess you're in very good hands. No really, he's always got his hands on you. On your nice fat tits, cupping as much of that ass as he can.

Picks out your clothes for you everyday. Will let you have some in put if you pout enough. "B-but Izana! That skirt won't cover up my panties!" "That's fine baby, I knew that when I got it for you~" "Ya but then I can't wear my brand new thong and its Prada!" "So whiny."

Sometimes he just makes up reasons to punish you, sometimes he even lies. You're too dumb to know any better though, bless your heart, you just pout those pretty pink lips at him and lay across his lap for spankings.

You take every thwack like a champ though, sweet hiccups and I'm sorry every time his hand comes down. You're such a good girl, you even get nice and wet for him like this too.

Yandere! Chifuyu Matsuno

He does not know what to do with you baby, he never really has. Lord knows he's been blessed with the most gorgeous angel on the planet, it's just that you're not the smartest angel on the planet.

God really does give the hardest challenges to his strongest warriors because with the way your tits go up and down, up and down you have got him sooo hard.

"Ba-baby, where's your bra?" "Hmmm? Oh! I can't wear it with this dress cause it pokes out, but don't worry! I have bandaids over my nipples so they don't peek out!" "😩"

Is constantly worried someone is going to try and hurt you or take you from him so now you have a bunch of rules.

You can't go anywhere before you tell Daddy, You can't hang out with anyone unless Daddy says it's ok, Daddy has to check your phone every day and every night, You must pick up when Daddy calls, Daddy wants you to check in every hour try to do it at least twice and the most important rule Show Daddy how much you love him.

Yes, it's very hard to be your sugar daddy but you make it all worth it for him when your on your knees giving Daddy's cock all the kisses and love he deserves. Such a good girl for him.

[desiderio-dixon]

Darkest Before the Dawn

Chapter two : Wildflowers

Pairing : Daryl Dixon x f!reader (endgame), (unrequited) Glenn Rhee x f!reader

Series summary : When Glenn Rhee comes into your life, you become convinced he's a guardian angel sent by your late best friend. You think he's your soulmate. But then he falls for the farmer's daughter, and you find that your own angel may be a little more blatant than expected; wings and all.

Chapter summary : As time passes, you grow more concerned about the group in Atlanta. Daryl faces an internal conflict while hunting.

Chapter warnings : I believe just language? Please let me know if you notice anything else!

Word count : 1.6k (I wanted this one to be longer but it felt too cluttered, so the next chapter will just come in quick succession)

A/N : Thank you so much for all the positive reception on the first chapter! I'm open to starting a taglist for this series if anyone's interested. Just send me an ask :)

Series masterlist

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When Carol returns, she hands you two mini Hershey's chocolate bars. "Courtesy of Sophia," She tells you with a gentle smile.

You gave your best smile in return. "I'll have to thank her later."

After eating the candy, you started to feel a bit better. Carol stayed with you until you declared you were going back to your tent, trying to catch a couple more hours of rest.

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When you awoke, a few hours had passed. Enough for the sun to emerge from the horizon and the camp to grow lively with the sounds of everyone starting their day.

Crawling out of your tent, you were satisfied to find that your head didn't spin. Really must've been an episode of low sugar; thank god for Carol. You should find both her and Daryl, to thank them for their help.

You find Carol pouring dry cereal into bowls for the kids at a picnic table. Mischievously, you sneak behind Carl to snag a freeze-dried marshmallow from his bowl. "Hey!" He calls, a pout heavy on his lips while you toss it into your mouth. You stick your tongue out at him, ruffling his hair. He makes a face, but sinks back into easy conversation with Sophia in no time.

Turning to Carol, you find her eyes already on you. She's staring at you with an emotion you can't quite place, but it seems sweet and somber simultaneously.

She pours you your own bowl wordlessly. When she hands it to you, you place it on the table behind you before grabbing her hands in your own. You regret the sudden movement instantly, when she briefly flinches before relaxing into your gentle touch.

"Thank you for earlier, I don't know what I would've done without you." You say with a genuine smile and a tone of exasperation. She nods, returning your smile. You let her hands go, sitting down on the bench with your bowl of cereal.

Sophia sits on your left, enthusing with Carl about one of her dolls, kicking her feet and shoveling spoonfuls of sugary cereal between words. You eat your cereal silently while you wait for her rant to come to an end. This is a very important topic, after all.

Finally, she concludes the telling of her doll's very intricate backstory. "Sophia," You call gently. "Your mom lent me a couple of your candybars this morning. I promise I'll bring you a king size bar soon!" You wink. She giggles and nods, ever the shy kid.

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After breakfast, you decided to try and track down Daryl to give him your thanks. Weaving through tents and trees to reach the far end of the quarry, you arrive at the Dixon campsite. To your displeasure, there's no Daryl in sight. Only Merle, sitting on a tree stump cleaning his rifle. He doesn't look up when you approach, and you debate just turning back. But, Daryl truly does deserve your thanks and you want to be sure he receives it. "Where's Daryl?"

Merle chuckles, hands stilling over the rifle on his lap. He looks up at you over his brow-bone with a smirk. "Wasn't sure my baby brother had it in him," His chesire grin only grows when you scoff and roll your eyes. It's not like that with Daryl and you're certain he knows that too. "Oh, cmon, sugar! I ain't one to get in the way of young love! Sorry to say, though, Darylina ain't here. Went huntin' before the sun." So that's why Daryl was fully dressed in the early hours of morning. You suppress a sigh of disappointment at your failed mission, knowing that would only egg on Merle's teasing.

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Word had spread quickly around camp about your early morning escapades (though you'd hardly label it that as it wasn't quite exciting) and you'd been sternly grounded; no runs for the near future.

As the group prepared for their journey to Atlanta, your heart felt heavy. Nothing quite prepares you for just how boring the apocalypse is, especially when your favorite person is going on a run without you.

You flick the rim of Glenn's cap, standing in front of him next to the van. He swats your hand away gently, always careful with you. This is the first time he's gone on a run without you since he found you, and you're not sure what to say. 'Goodbye, hope you come back alive.'? 'Good luck not getting torn apart by the living dead.'?

Glenn beats you to the punch. "I'll see you later." He says, casually. Something about the way it's so easy for him feels like a knife twisting in your gut. You know he's an optimist, you know he believes he's going to see you later, but it hurts to think that he's not as worried about never seeing you again as you are. Overall, you're reminded that you're nothing but a friend to him. One he's only known for a month.

"Yeah, I guess I'll see you later." You breathe, lump forming in your throat when he just grins at you before hopping into the back of the van.

You walk away before you can watch it leave.

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The day seems to drone on, time moving slowly. You're holding a variety of tools for Dale, handing them off to him each time he makes a request. He and Jim have their heads firmly pointed into the hood of the Winnebago. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Dale sighs exasperatedly. "Boy, that hose isn't long for this world, is it?"

Jim shakes his head solemnly. "No, sir." Dale hands you back a variety of tools for you to tuck into the toolbox at your feet. He slams the hood shut.

"Where the hell are we gonna find a replacement?"

"Maybe Glenn and I could find an auto store in the city." You offer, shrugging. Dale had made a great friend and mentor; you think you'd do just about anything to make that old man happy. Including risking your life for a damn radiator hose.

"It's late. They should be back by now." Amy yells over. You agree. There's been a nagging sense of concern in the back of your mind. Your trips never take this long.

Dale looks to Amy with an empathetic expression. "Worrying won't make it better." He tells her. The words weren't meant for you but you let them resonate. Worrying won't make it better.

When garbled speech starts to spew over the radio, Dale snatches it up. "Hello? Hello? Reception's bad on this end. Repeat, repeat." He yells into the radio. There's a crowd now gathered around, awaiting a response from the other end. You'd gotten a strange signal the day before but even still you were certain this time it was your group.

More unintelligible speaking comes through. "Is that them?" Lori asks. The next message is clearer. T-dog is speaking, something about trapped and the department store. Your heart sinks to the soles of your feet at what that may imply for their fate. Dale tries once more to get a clearer message when the radio cuts out completely, leaving everyone with a pool of anxiety in their chest.

There's minimal chatter before Shane shuts down the thought of sending help immediately. "No way," He says. "We do not go after them. We do not risk the rest of the group. Y'all know that."

Amy's face turns from scared to red hot rage. "So, we're just gonna leave her there?" You watch Shane, who frankly looks agitated by Amy's reaction. He runs his hand through his hair, the other one placed firmly on his hip.

"Look, Amy, I know this isn't easy."

Amy cuts him off before he can finish that thought. "She volunteered to go to help the rest of us!"

Shane sighs. "I know, and she knew the risks, right?" The question hangs in silence for a second before he goes on. "See, if she's trapped, she's gone. So, we just have to deal with that. There's nothing we can do." You scoff at that.

Amy has a stronger reaction. "She's my sister, you son of a bitch!" She yells before turning and stomping off. Lori goes after her.

"And what about Glenn?" You ask Shane. He doesn't answer. "You people wouldn't have half of the shit here if it wasn't for him." You spit. Just then, thunder begins to rumble in the distance, and you retreat to your tent to wait out the incoming storm.

In classic southern fashion, the rain comes and goes just as quickly. You decide to stay in your tent, worry implanting in the back of your skull keeping you from wanting to socialize. The cheesy romance novel you found on your last run is all the company you'll need for now. A nice distraction from the images of your friends, trapped in Atlanta, being torn apart.

You've read two chapters when you hear it. A blaring car alarm and rock music. Louder than anything you've heard since the bombs dropped.

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Daryl feels stupid. He barely knows you, certainly doesn't like you. But here he is, staring at a patch of wildflowers. You'd like them, he thinks. He's noticed that embroidered patch on your bag. Flowers of all different pastel hues, some spots stained with dried blood. He crouches over them, pulling his knife from his belt.

His fingers stutter where he goes to slice the stems. It's what people do, right? A 'get well soon' gesture. He's nearly cutting it when a groan sounds behind him. It breaks him out of his trance. Standing, he scoffs, stomping on the flowers. He uses the same knife to plunge into the walker's skull. He doesn't know you, and he's sure as hell not going to be seen carrying around a bundle of flowers to give to a girl.

[little-emerald-snake]

Brat taming w Ominis maybe? 😳 the more mean dominis, the better

Bratty - Dominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

This isn’t as spicy as I wanted to go but I really struggle with writing Ominis as a super hard Dom. In my mind he is a sweet baby angel who can do no wrong.

Warnings: Mild Dominis, bratty behavior, fingering f receiving, orgasm denial, punishment

700 words

She’d been in a defiant mood all day from the moment they woke up. Ominis knew it was likely just to push his buttons for one reason or another but the more she acted out the more he wanted to act on it and dole out a befitting punishment.

She’d come from work not long ago and when he hadn’t asked for a kiss from her she decided to pick an attitude with him. “What? No kiss? Are you punishing me for earlier today?”

Ominis scoffed, stopping his reading briefly to respond to her. “If I was punishing you for your behavior as of late, you'd know it, Darling. It wouldn’t possibly be something as bland as not asking for your kisses.”

She furrowed her brows in question and irritation, wondering what he was possibly upset about. “You doling out some serious form of punishment, puh-lease. You wouldn’t be so harsh with a punishment.”

He gave her a challenging look. “You’re being quite a disobedient brat lately. Are you looking to get punished? Is that what you want sweetheart?”

She came to straddle his lap, meeting his challenge. “Maybe I am. Maybe I don’t think you could actually punish me for anything because you’re far too teeth rottingly sweet to me.”

Ominis let out a deep chuckle that reverberated through his chest and caused goosebumps to rise across her skin. “Oh, Darling. I thought you knew better than to underestimate me. Silly, silly girl. How wrong you are.”

She leaned in close now, licking her lips in preparation for the searing kiss she knew was to come next. “Prove it.”

In a flash she was pinned underneath him and although Ominis was still pretty lithe like he had been all those years ago at Hogwarts, he was also surprisingly strong, able to pin her down effectively rendering her struggle useless. “Now you’re in trouble, naughty girl. Giving me attitude all day and acting like I won’t take charge and punish you like you properly deserve.”

She whined pathetically as he licked a thick stripe up the side of her neck where he knew it would drive her wild with excitement. Her back bowed off the couch as much as it could from under him. She eagerly tried to press against him but he’d moved just out of reach, denying her of the friction she desperately craved.

Her hands slid up, trying to tug him down onto her but he easily took both wrists in one hand above her head, effectively stopping her wandering hands. “Brats don’t get what they want, you’d do well to remember that, Dove.”

He maneuvered their bodies so he could easily hold her wrists above her head and slide his fingers down the front of her pants. She moaned with relief when his fingers touched her under the fabric where she grew hot and wet for him.

She was absolutely soaked as he plunged two fingers inside of her and used his thumb to deftly roll blissful circles around her clit.

She whined, hips lifting to seek more of his touch. More of the pleasure that he was flaring to life inside her body. He made sure she received only the pleasure he doled out and nothing more, she was being greedy as always. “Naughty, Dove. My greedy little girl thinks she deserves to cum on my fingers? Is that what you think you deserve?”

He chuckled, hearing her whine, hips bucking upwards with need. She was clearly on the precipice of an orgasm and he couldn’t have that. Just as her cries began to crescendo, he pulled his fingers out, leaving her high and dry before her orgasm could hit.

She gasped, eyes misty with confusion and bliss meeting his smug expression. She whined, collapsing backwards onto the bed at the realization of what he’d done. “Ominissss…this isn’t fair!”

He chuckled, sliding his slick coated fingers up her torso and gently sliding them into her mouth. “You’re in no position to bargain about what is and is not fair, Dove. You wanted a punishment and now you’re mad that I’m delivering. You are going to learn to behave. That bratty behavior will get you nowhere.”

[wintersxldiers]

Heyyyy

I already messaged @lafleshlumpeater this ask but I thought I should do it to as many people as I could (esp bc ik ur a Bucky stan)

Could you do a sad reader bc she has period cramps and concerned Bucky who has done his hw to help his girl every way he can. (Some smut too if you're comfortable) Just fluff, fluff and more fluff

YESS Winter's children UNITE!

thanks for requesting hope you like this but I don't know if I really did this justice.

Warnings: Periods, Fluff and comforting Bucky (Lmk if I missed any) In which Bucky's Doll gets her period and he helps her feel a bit better and does everything he can to make sure his girl feels good.

(PLEASE BEAR WITH ME THIS IS MY FIRST PROPER PUBLIC WRITE SO IT IS CRINGEY)

(Thank you @lafleshlumpeater for proof reading and encouraging me to post this <333 so grateful for you xx)

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You rolled around in pain. Curse these stupid period cramps. You prayed for the moment for Bucky to come home so he could help relieve you of this pain. You needed his cuddles, his kisses, his warmth and his scent. Your favourite thing to do while on your period was to wrap yourself up in his scent. You missed and wanted it all. 

Suddenly you hear the front door slam shut and footsteps in the kitchen.

"Doll, I'm home, where are you?" Bucky said, looking in the living room and bathroom. 'Probably in our bedroom' he thought to himself and walked into the bedroom. There he saw you clutching your stomach and rolling around on the bed. "Baby, what happened? Is it the cramps again?" He asked, holding your face in his hands. He glanced at his phone to check the date and realised you were on your period. "stupid periods" he cursed under his breath. 

Then an idea popped into his head. "Wait there Angel, I'll get you the hot water bottle" and that's exactly what he did. He grabbed the hot water bottle and climbed into bed with you for a while, cradling you in his arms before he decided that he needed to go shopping first. "Bucky please stay here." you mumbled, in pain. He refused and walked out and left the house. 

Bucky returned twenty minutes later with 2 carrier bags full of sweets and chocolates because of your cravings. "Hey baby I'm back with the goods" he chuckled a bit under his breath. "Thank you so much Bucky." you said eternally grateful that he is your boyfriend. "It's nothing Doll, you deserve this and more." he said staring deep into your eyes before standing up and getting you water and medication. 

You took the medication then asked "wanna come lie in bed, watch a movie and eat?" You looked at him hopefully and of course he agreed. He took his jacket off and slipped under the covers. He grabbed you and held you in his arms and you stroked his metal arm softly, your fingers grazing over it. He had his flesh hand rubbing over your belly, almost massaging it. Your head rested on his hard chest.

You loved this comforting side of Bucky, it was refreshing to see especially after you both come back from a mission and he lets his guard down when he steps into the house with you. You looked up and stared at him while he stared at the screen while watching YOUR comfort movie. He could feel your eyes on him and looked down at you, “what’s up Doll?He asked. “Nothing” you replied, “Thank you” you said before landing your lips onto his. “I love you Angel.” He muttered. “I love you too Buck.” You replied.

[whole-circus]

Jeff The Killer NSWF Headcanons/Imagines x gn.reader!

➥ sorry i just can't get enough of this silly, pretty boy! I tried to make it gender natural, but the genitalias are mentioned!

its my first work,, sory if its bad please dont bully me or i will cry hehe, also english is not my first language! :3

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☆ He is either really, really rough or a sweet and loving partner when it comes to sex stuff and you can't tell me otherwise..

Just imagine him coming back all tired, bloody and sweaty, just to see you - his sweet, innocent angel..oh my he need to ruin you. His pants literally drops down the second he sees you! All he need after a long and bad day is to get buried in your pretty neck AND your warm, tight hole ;3

☆ Rough sex is well.. rough with him

Now you better get down on your knees when you see him having a bad day. Before you will know it, you will get his huge cock hitting the end of your deep throat. As he seats down, his legs all spread out, cigarette in his mouth and partner in between his legs..oh god he loves having you as his dumb fuck-toy..

When you lay down, tears in your eyes and begging him to stop becasue you are to sensitive and can't take it anymore, as his huge dick so deep in your tight hole making you feel all full...he will just mock you, whispering, almost laughing into your ear with his lustful, deep voice : ,,What's the matter? You cant take it anymore..?..And do i look like I give a fuck? Now be a good pet for your master and let him fuck you silly.."

He would be really into knife kink and blood kink! If you would let him give you a small cuts on your soft flesh.. he would be in love with that idea! Not only its a sign of dominance but also of trust. But if you are not okay with that? No worries.. he has other things planned for you! Spanking, pet-pay (oh he would make you wear a collar with his name..), degradation, humiliation, bondage, a bit of BDSM? You are his slut, needy bitch and a fuck-toy..his silly pet he can jus use!.. man he is not scared to get messy and rough, he just want to see you all dumb and weak from his cock!

☆ But when Jeff is in a good mood? ..Well good for you.!

Sex with him can turn into all cuddly and lovely love making session. The one that will leave you with love marks, but also this warm feeling inside your tummy - not in kinky way lol. Just imagine you laying down, in eachothers arms, as he gently thrusts into you, scared that you will fall apart - after all his good dolly is so so delicate.. and you deserve all the best! Him giving you sweet, little kissess all over your chest, neck and face as you whimper and moan under him... you will break him with all this cute noises! ,,Shh bunny.. You can feel how deep I am? Does that feel good sweetheart..? You are so good for me baby.." - he gently asks, his voice and eyes full of love and pure joy.

At the times like this he loves praising you (and I will tell you a secret - please do the same for him!! He will literally melt!!). He will use a lot of pet-names, like bunny, dolly, baby and sweetheart! Oh, he just want to be so so so close to you.. just to make you feel good a happy!

☆ Sorry but he is totally this kind of a guy to talk about your sexual life with others..

Just imagine him bragging about how good he can make you feel.. He is a possesive and jealous partner so he likes to show that only him can do all this unholy things to you. Walls are thin and you never know..! Or i bet that he has your nudes or softs in his wallet - not saying anything about his phone. There are days when "accidentally" they slips when he is out with his friends.. ,,Oh yes, its my S/O..arent they cute like this?" - he would say with mischievous grin. After all you are only his, others cant touch you..they cant even dream about you!

☆ Also a pantie thieft!!

Have you noticed that your underwear disappears? No worries, its not your or your washing machine fault! He would absolutely steal your underwear - clean or not, doesnt matter. Just the thought of him jacking off, unable to get your help for some reason..and just cumming all over in your panties when sweet, desperate moans left his mouth! Or he would absolutely sniff your underwear. Panties by his nose, hand on his hard, throbbing cock as he please himslef..I bet he would love to do that in your room, especially in your bed when you are unaware!

☆ Watching you masturbation..

Hear me out : you, all alone in your room masturbating, as Jeff walks in!

He would make you masturbate in front of him. He would look at you with his lustful, predatory eyes as you touch yourself..

He watches as your pretty fingers are gently massaging your clit..fingers going in and out as they make sloppy, wet noises OR you are massaging your heavy balls, needly stroking your throbbing penis ..you are begging him to touch you, just wanting to cum.. but you cant, not without his permission, all he can do is mocking you.

,,You silly boy/girl, come on.. give your master a nice little show..!"

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[mrsnancywheeler]

I already sent an ask like a LONG time ago about intimacy with Finnick for the first time after being sold and how hard that would’ve been (that was before I even had an anon name LMFAO) but…Currently thinking about how intimacy for the first time with Finnick was already hard enough after being sold BUT,,.imagine intimacy for the first time with Finnick after his sweet firm sold as a pair…after he’s forced to hit her, call her disgusting names, degrade her…how horrid they both feel..,

-🌾anon

my babies 😭

it's just so so difficult because she's instinctually flinching away from his touch when he's just trying to caress her face or move her hair. which makes him feel terrible and then she feels bad that he feels that way so they're both trying to apologize but don't want to hear it from the other person. and then there's the disassociation, she's really really trying not to and he's just trying to assure her it's all gonna be okay. there's many times where they just can't go all the way it's just too complicated and then she's crying because she feels bad about how hard she feels like she makes everything.

"I'm sorry, Finnick, you don't deserve this. I make everything so difficult." She's just bawling in the middle of the bed and he's trying to wipe away tears, reassure her, soothe her.

"don't talk like that, angel, I don't want anything except for you to feel better. don't worry your little head about a thing."

"no, you deserve to be taken care of. you have needs-"

"my priority is you being okay. c'mon let's get some rest" and his arms are wrapped around her to make sure she stays put, so he can know where she is and put his mind more at rest.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

John Stone - NSFW Alphabet

warning : It's getting steamy under the cut, have fun reading ;)

Info : So another thing for our beloverd John and what could be better than a nsfw alphabet ;) Hope you all enjoy it I did writing it.

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A = Aftercare (how they are after sex).

°John is as gentle as he can be after sex with his sweetheart. He will praise you, kiss you and pull you close to him, fall asleep with you and be there for you. You can still shower the next morning as long as you stay with him in his arms. The main thing is that you are his.

°,,You never disappoint me...you were so good to me"

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B = Bodypart (his favorite part of you and them)

°In addition to his eyes with which he can watch his wife, his angel and his darling as she becomes prettier and prettier and at the same time can see his victims, he loves his hands. Made for killing and yet it is not the blood or the cold hat of his victims that he loves to touch the most. It was you. When he can lay his hand on you, you can feel that you were there for him, that you didn't listen to him. Running over your soft skin, kneading your breasts, clasping your neck and pulling you by the hair. He just wants to feel you all the time.

°You are perfect, you are his perfect angel and yet if he had to choose, it would be your hair and your neck. Your neck around which his hands fit perfectly where he squeezed and could hear the suppressed, whispered moans. To see how his kisses and markings changed color, the collar nestled against your skin. The hair he ran his hand through, the softness and sweet shampoo only to pull at it in the night. Hearing the pleasurable noises he wants more and more of every night.

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C= Cum (anything to do with cum)

°There is really only one option for him: either he comes inside you or not at all. He knows you can't get pregnant, he knows you can't have a baby and yet he loves to cum inside you. To see his sperm running out of you when he hadn't made love to her in bed but on the kitchen counter or the table. To see that he had marked her there himself.

°,,You are everything my darling"

°And if he doesn't come inside you then on your breasts when you kneel so well in front of him, the wispy hair by his grip, your naked upper body just invited to it. He loved to see how his sperm spread on it and his fingers only spread it even more on the soft skin of his favorite

°,,Perfect...stay still and I'll get the camera good girl"

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

°He would like to sleep with you in front of one of the victims. He knew full well that murder was still new to his favorite, that she hadn't been killing sluts like he had for years. But the idea of seeing that helpless look while he fucked his darling's brains out and the moans echoed in the room was something that wouldn't let him go.

°Give him a show. Kill for him, show him how you would fuck a bitch while he sat on a chair and watched. Knowing that he would eventually get hard. That his darling, covered in blood, would come up to him and take care of him so he could just relax. That would be something nice.

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

°He has had more than enough experience in his life from his younger years to now in his early fifties. He had met just about every kind of woman and knew how each one reacted to him, what he needed to do and what it meant to be experienced.

°,,Old? Oh sweetie believe me I have more experience than you"

°He knows exactly what he's doing, but that doesn't mean he's doing it to his angel. More than once he almost forgets that it's not just about his lust. That he also has to take care of her. Which of course he does and when he does he knows exactly what he has to do to give his angel what she deserves.

°,,Shhh let me just spoil you yes?"

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F = Favorite position (without saying you know what it's about)

°Missionary = The classic position and yet it is one of his favorite poses. Not just in the morning when he sleeps with you, when he pulls his darling out of half-sleep and can see how the tiredness is replaced with lust. Even so he can see what his sweetie does every move she makes, every look she gives and every praise she hears. To feel how she wraps her legs around his hips and refuses to let go of him and he only takes her faster and harder. There is simply nothing better to see your darling in her full beauty.

°Doggy = Seeing you pressed against the cold steel wall, barely able to hold yourself up. Hearing the moans and muffled cries into the pillow as his hands rest painfully sweet on your hips and he practically falls you up by himself. Bent over the kitchen table despite the food or the cake still there. He loves to watch her body slowly give in to the tempo only to wrap his hand around her neck from behind and pull her close. Telling her how sluttish she was.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they funny? etc.)

°He is already very serious at the moment, for him sex with you is the most romantic and the most important thing (besides killing) he can do with you. He will take his time, will make the foreplay pleasant and yet demanding only to finally lose himself in you afterwards.

°No, he may ask a few questions in a funnier direction during the teasing, but otherwise he is serious. It's an intimate affair and not a comedy show.

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H = Hair (how shaved is it? Does the trunk match the apple? ect.)

°He keeps his happy trail and will shave down there a few times a week but not all the time. If it bothers his favorite he will shave but otherwise he doesn't really care.

°It's a little darker down there than up there. The hair on his head is brown but the trunk looks almost black when it's not in the light.

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

°Very, very, very romantic. He will take a lot of time when it is the first time for his darling. He will keep reassuring her that everything will be fine, that he is there for her and that he will take care of her. Maybe he'll give her a little present first to lift her spirits, but she only needs him for everything.

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J = Jack off ( mastubation headcanon)

°Since you've been together, he doesn't need it anymore. He has you and you are his. At the most, when his angel is sleeping longer and he has a little time in the shower, his thoughts are with his darling and he wishes more than once that she would just come to him in the shower.

°But before he had you, before she became his, he was obsessed with you. He took photos, researched on the internet and you started to take over his thoughts. It didn't matter if he only had a photo or his imagination, as soon as he saw you, you were the object of his lust and desire. When he was aroused and his hand closed around his cock, he always imagined that it was his angel who had finally come to him. One day his angel would come to him and take him willingly. He knew it.

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Kink = (one or more of the kinks)

°Degradation = Despite the fact that he loves you and you are good for him, he loves to degrade you. Not only his victims to torture them further but also his wife. Watching her get pink-cheeked with shame, addicted to arousal and doing everything he said. It was something that not only turned him on, it turned him on and he wanted more.

°,,Just look at you so needy for me that you've already forgotten what you're supposed to be doing...am I right? Are you just a stupid bitch?

°Breath Play = He loves to put his hand around her soft neck to see what happens when he squeezes harder and finally has her. Watching her eyes roll, her body just giving in to him only to give her back her oxygen at the last moment and see that she wanted more. Feeling her trembling as she snuggled up to him and he traced the imprint of his hand on her neck.

°,,You were so good...your body is perfect for me good girl"

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L = Location (favorite place to do it)

°The house there aren't really many other options because you can't do it in the city/public without the risk of being arrested. Which is why the house is the only option.

°But in the house if it's not the traditional bedroom in the big double bed where he can see everything how his loved one reacts. How she falls apart around him and demands more.

°It's especially the kitchen where he likes to do it, whether it's on the kitchen counter or the dining table. The thought of disturbing his wife while she is making love is hard for him to hear, only to straighten her clothes afterwards and continue on shaky legs. It was perfect for them both.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on)

°Torture = He saw so much blood, suffering and death that it became more than just normal for him. It became something more intimate, something deeper and he would give anything to see it. Which is why after another murder he is usually the most aroused and calls for you. He needs to release the excess energy and simply needs you. He has to catch himself again and knows that you can take him so well, that you love him, that you love it when he treats you more roughly.

°Wife things = Be it cake baking, washing and drying or just an apron or how you cook. It would be small things but it's these traditional things that made him think of invisible things that he really wanted to experience for himself.

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N = No (something they wouldn't do, dismissing)

°Latex = One material he refrains from using is latex. He's totally on board with leather, he loves to touch the cold leather around your neck in the form of a collar. But latex is the exact opposite. It is too hard to hold, it is not safe for him to put it on his angel's body. The latex is cold and cold he associated with the killing bitches but his favorite was warm and not cold.

°Orgies = Something about the idea of not being in complete control bothers him. He would have to share you, not have you for himself. He would never share his love, she was his and no man would ever be allowed to touch her or even look at her. There was only the two of them and there would only be the two of them.

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O = Oral (preference whether giving or receiving, skill, ect.)

°As a reward if you were good for him, he liked to spoil you with it. Loves to take his time and caress you but he says when it stops and in the end he is still in control. He pays close attention to how his darling reacts to what she does and when she starts to scream his name because that's when all the fun really starts for him.

°,,You've been such a good girl and now you're getting your reward"

°When you kneel down in front of him after a long day he is just happy to be with his wife. If you are obedient he doesn't have to ask for it. When he lets you set the pace at first and can bury his hands in your hair only to end up using his favorite. To feel with a grin when her fingers tighten on his legs, to see the suppressed moan as she tries to rub against his leg. It was a sight that almost drove him out of his mind.

°,,You look needy? Is Daddy supposed to help you with that?"

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P = Pace (are they fast and hard? slow and sensitive? etc.)

°At first he is the gentle and slow type, who would still be unhappy if he couldn't control himself. But when you are really in a relationship, he would show that he is rather hard and fast, especially when he needs you and is full of adrenaline.

°Despite everything, he can also be soft and slow when his darling has had a long, hard day, so he likes to spoil her.

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

°They are not always his favorite thing maybe after waking up or if you have to kill time then yes even if it usually ends with you on your knees than actual sex.

°Not very often as I said if he has a little time before he goes into town, or the cake in the open still needs then yes but otherwise he always takes his time.

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

°Experiment is his middle name he's killed so much and tried out what he can do with his victims that he's done more than enough experiments to know what he can and can't use.

°,,You'd be surprised what a simple rope can do, sweetie"

°No, hardly ever. He has everything planned out and trusts his instincts. He would never risk him and his darling being exposed in public. Maybe in the car in the dark, but even then he would be overly cautious, so no, not really. Maybe in the bar where he picks up his victims but even there he is focused on his surroundings.

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

°John is a former soldier and as he said himself he can go all night. But because of his age and the fact that he is an ex-soldier, 3 rounds is more than good. If he is away for a longer period of time to get things or comes back up in the cellar after hours, he can go longer than that, but this then drags on for hours to a whole session.

°,,I know you can do it again sweetheart...I need you more now"

°As I said, he can go on for several hours and will do so if he wants to savor the sex between you. However, he might have a little weakness for teasing and being polite, which will push him over the edge faster than he would like.

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T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

°Camera = Not necessarily a toy but the first thing he uses on his victims. He loves to record the helpless look of realization. So why not also record the lustful looks as he fucks his darling every moment. To give her no room to hide. Just to show her the photos afterwards, knowing that with every photo he got harder, she got more embarrassed and she had to beg him to take her.

°,,A pretty collection wife and at the same time a slut in the heat and all because of me"

°Chainsaw = Unusual and yet not only can you use the chainsaw to cut up victims who become a nuisance, you can also use it to kill them. To see you standing still, frightened and yet curious. He brings the slatted chainsaw up over your bare legs, the warm blood from it running down your body. A toy for foreplay and yet it was the murderous side that made him hard every time he looked at his darling. When she kissed the bloody chain just to snuggle up to him while the flat tip pressed against her center

°,,Don't be scared darling, stay still and nothing will happen...be just like me and everything will be fine"

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U = Unfair (how they love to tease)

°When you're in town, in public, he'll be careful not to tease you. You set father and daughter/adoptive daughter are not lovers. At most, he will give you a smile, a touch on the arm or a kiss, but he knows that the police are watching him. If he does feel safe, he will whisper something quietly to his darling before they get into the car and drive back to the house.

°,,When we get back, darling, believe me, you'll be punished for that wink."

°But when you're back in the safety of the house, he would love to tease you. Knew how easy it was to get full of shame and lust. One look, one touch too long on your thigh and his hand moves up to your center. A gesture, a few words. He loves to watch you practically melt away, only to let go and see what his angel is doing.

°,,What is it? Don't say I didn't warn you...go on, use your words or is your mind already on other things?"

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

°When he gets closer to his climax, there are a few moaning noises between his mostly grunting and gasping noises, interspersed with praise and talk.

°When it comes to volume he is rather quiet he wants to hear his favorite but in the end when it gets closer to climax who would hear them both they were away from the city no one would ever hear them.

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

°If he saw you in an apron in the summer as an exception with just the piece on your body, he would enjoy the sight to the fullest. Seeing how your breasts and hips moved slightly with every step his darling still had that innocent energy despite everything. But as soon as he opened the bow on her back and his big rough hands came to her body, the innocence was gone.

°,,My baking fairy, you must enchant me with your look...so naughty"

°He would like to set up cameras in the house sometime without telling his darling. To watch them when he's away for a while. To see what his good girl does or if she breaks the rules just to punish her afterwards.

°,,Really nothing? Are you sure? Because that looks more like a whore than my wife...or am I wrong bitch?"

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X = X-ray (let's look under the clothes)

°His happy trail is a little darker than his brown hair and he's 16cm/6.299 inches long and wide enough to more than fill you out and fit your hand around it. In certain positions, he puts his hand on your abdomen and just feels you getting hot with every thrust.

°He knows that he is perfect for you, there is no other way, you love him and even if he prefers good old normal sex, he knows that his darling should be pampered too.

°,,What kind of husband would I be to say no"

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

°High very high not only when he has tortured and killed his victim then he is full of adrenaline anyway and is no longer gentle rough and needy he will crave you. It doesn't matter if he still has blood on him or not, whether it was directly in the torture room on the floor or in the bedroom when he feels like it, he will take you when he needs you.

°,,Need you baby...now"

°Morning he's just a man with needs that want to be satisfied. A man who wakes up wishing for his submissive sweet wife who doesn't fully realize what's happening while still half asleep only to plead with him while he showers her with praise.

°,,Ah take me so-fuck good sweetie"

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Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

°John is an ex-soldier, he had missions where he couldn't sleep for days. He is a hunter, a performer of the set and does something good for the world. He would rather die than fall asleep in front of them. He always wants to see you fall asleep before him to make sure that he can protect you, that no one can get in the way of his idyllic life.

°Even if it's a long night between you, he'll do everything he can not to fall asleep first. He will put an arm around you, pull you close until he is sure that your calm, regular breathing is the sign of sleep. Before he gives you a goodnight kiss on the head before he finally allows himself to fall asleep.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

please feel free to ignore this if it’s not something you want to add to your au, but i’ve started reading the angel and devil on your shoulders au and i’m invested!

so my request/question/ask is: how would it go or how do you imagine it’d be of angel!steve and devil!eddie were with a completely touch starved girl? like someone that’s never been kissed or touched or had a relationship, and once she starts seeing them the three of them just get so overwhelmingly close that she’s so. damn. sure there’s be no one else she’d want to touch her. do you think this poly!steddie au would turn romantic at my point? would she have her first cuddles, first kiss, first time with her boys? would they possessive of her? how would their relationship evolve? how would she feel at the thought of not being able to have them in all the ways that are ‘normal’ bc no one else can see them or would there be a way around that?

once again, you’ve blown me away with your brilliant ideas. i’m absolutely loving this AU. fyi the reason i thought of this ask is bc whenever i get obsessed with a fic/au i try to imagine myself as the reader and i’ve never had romantic/sexual relationships so 😴

oh, that's the cutest 🥺 you are just the cutest as always 🥺

I think they would be so sweet and gentle because, I mean, they know you better than anyone.

I think the first cuddle has got to happen after the first nightmare you get after they appear. they move closer to see if you're okay, but you just instinctually wrap your arms around them both and hug them so so tight. and you don't wanna let go, even when you get tired again, so it just naturally morphs into a cuddlefest.

the first kiss? I think it's from Eddie when you two are having an argument. you're yelling at him, he's yelling at you and then he suddenly just grabs your face out of frustration and kisses you. you are just like 😳 so fucking stunned that you forget what the stupid argument was even about, but it was also so unexpected and happened so fast that you're just like did it even really happen? tbh Steve probably tears him a new one after that move... makes him apologise to you like he's a fucking child.

and the sex? oh, the sex... when you first tell them that you want them like that (or stop dropping hints that are way too subtle for even them to notice and actually open your mouth) they are so slow and so gradual that they probably make you super impatient and all pouty, but they don't budge because rather that than the opposite. you deserve the best, you deserve it to be one step at a time, one tiny baby step at a time and before you know it, they've gotten you used to being stuffed to the brim, squeezed in between their bodies and taking more than you ever thought possible.

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