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୨୧ pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 3.5k ୨୧ genre: lots of fluff, smidges of comedy, smut ୨୧ tags: parents!au, married!au, established relationship!au, body (mostly chest) worship, pet names (love, bunny, baby, etc), oral (f receiving), fingering, breeding kink, lactation kink, unprotected sex, down bad soobin essentially. ୨୧ synopsis: Going out after having a baby should be a breeze. So what if you don't feel incredibly confident? So what if you both act like awkward teenagers on your first date? It's you and Soobin, and that's all that matters. ➸ bless my pals @lovetaroandtaemin, @xomakara, and @heesuncore for reading this behemoth ilysm

Why am I so nervous? You think to yourself as you swipe the mauve shade in your hand across your bottom lip. Its light pigment prevents staining, yet provides noticeable definition, just enough to stand out. Your hair is in a low bun, two stray bangs falling over your cheeks. With your makeup and floral midi dress, you feel confident enough to step out and leave the house without becoming riddled with anxious thoughts.

The demands of motherhood have been hefty, but you clean up well. And despite all the dirty diapers and staying awake pumping, you’re ready to spend one night simply as Soobin’s wife. Perhaps a night out in town with your husband is exactly what you both need after three months of being parents.

It’s been picture perfect, without question. Minyoung has her father‘s pout when she sleeps, your long eyelashes, and the softness of a human being well beyond her years. But, you can’t deny that you miss the days where it was just you and Soobin in your own bubble.

Perhaps tonight, you can discover a balance where your old and new life blend harmoniously.

You step out into the living room to see Soobin with his mother, your daughter asleep in her grandmother’s arms. Soobin holds a laundry list of instructions in one hand and her car-seat in the other, waving his hands in frantic motions. “She usually naps like this for about two hours, but if she sleeps more, that’s even better. And then—“

Soobin stops short and looks back at you when he senses your presence. Your in-law and husband stare at you in disbelief. The frayed edges of your appearance from a few hours ago are nowhere to be seen.

Soobin looks at you like you hang the moon. His smile is small in the presence of his mother, him trying to maintain some semblance of modesty, but it’s ‌electric. “You look beautiful.” He sets the car-seat down on the floor to free his hand, reaching it out for you to take.

You do it gladly, smiling from ear to ear. Soobin also cleans up well, his button up tucked in his cargo pants. He’s always dressed a bit like a dad in training, and now he fits the bill‌. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Binnie.”

His face turns a shade of pink at the nickname, unable to hide your effect on him. He turns back to his mother and refers to the paper in his hand. “If you need something that isn’t in her diaper bag, please‌—“

“Soobin, I can handle it. Just spend the night with your lovely wife.” His mother winks at you and takes the car seat from him. “I promise to bring her back in the morning in one piece.”

You and Soobin kiss the top of Minyoung’s soft head and say your goodbyes, both of your hearts clenching. It’s the first time you’ve been apart from her for more than an hour or two, so the prospect is daunting, at the very least. “Be good for grandma, lil’ bun,” Soobin whispers to her sleeping figure.

When your mother-in-law leaves, Soobin looks back at you with a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and desire. “Ready to go?”

You nod, sharing the same concoction of emotions. Most importantly, though, you’re relieved to finally have some alone time together. Wherever the night takes you is anyone’s guess. “Definitely.”

You both sit at the table in the restaurant like it’s your first date. Uncertain about what to expect once the meal ends, full of nerves and anticipation.

Soobin finds it hard to make eye contact with you, his eyes moving across the entire room. He can’t help it when you look so beautiful. You always do, but tonight is different. He’s been so stuck in the haze of being a new dad, it’s like he’s seeing you clearly again. Now, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

You’ve been married for half a decade, ‌yet every time he sees you, he falls deeper. It’s the first time for him every second he gets to touch you, kiss you, tell you how much you matter to him.

With a child, his feelings have only amplified. He looks at Minyoung some mornings and sees all the features he loves about you and vice versa in one human, his pride as great as his love.

But, instead of revealing he’s in the throes of intense admiration for you in the small Italian restaurant, he turns his focus back to the menu in his hands and looks over the wine list.

The appetizer you shared a few minutes ago has made him thirsty for some alcohol, it seems. “I know you have water, but do you want some Pinot, too? Oh! They have Moscato! I know that’s your favorite.”

It’s the way his eyes light up and his mouth curves into that signature O that makes you giggle‌, unable to contain it.

“What’s so funny?” Soobin looks up from his menu with mirth.

“Nothing at all, Binnie. I’m just happy.”

Your chest pinches at his soft reaction to your words, him looking over his menu at you with bright eyes.

Soobin has always been a goofball, intentionally or not, but it’s what makes him the best partner, among his many qualities. He knows when to be serious, taking the reins when necessary, but he’s well-versed in lightening the mood when you need it.

It’s surreal sometimes thinking about how you lucked out.

Suddenly, your thoughts cease thanks to the rising discomfort from your breasts. It started as an unnoticeable pinch when you gave your drink and light food order, but now it’s full-on pain erupting in your chest.

Why is it so uncomfortable?

You feel the droplets of milk settling into the fabric of your dress, your question answered in a flash.

The impending concern rises on Soobin’s face when he notices your scrunched-up brows and mouth. Then, he sees the two small wet patches forming on your chest. Immediately, he shucks off his jean jacket to give you. “Here baby, take this.”

A deep blush forms on your cheeks when you cover up with his garment. You’re unsure how to broach the subject or the rest of dinner in this state, immediately self-conscious. “I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing, I—”

“Baby, no. Don’t be sorry, it’s normal.” Soobin says the words with so much empathy, you could cry from that alone. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and clean yourself up, not listening to the words that leave his lips in rapid succession. You’re a mom. It happens to every mom at some point! I love you!

Soobin feels useless, knowing no words he says will assuage your shame. He decides now is as good of a time as any to check up on Minyoung. It’s been almost three hours since he’s talked to his mother.

When the line rings, Soobin doesn’t let it bother him. Minyoung probably needed a burping or night-time bath. No big deal.

By the second unsuccessful attempt at contact, his heart drops into his stomach. What if something’s wrong? As he tries to call for the third and fourth time, his thoughts spiral further.

What if his mother rushed out with Minyoung and she forgot to bring her cell because it was so serious? He knows babies usually are out of the woods for colic by the third or fourth month, but anything’s possible, right?

Parental anxiety is one thing, a feeling Soobin knows well by now, but his instincts are usually spot-on. And something has to be going on if his mother isn’t getting back to him.

You trot over to the table, tucking Soobin’s jacket tighter around your chest so it doesn’t flap open. The event may have been embarrassing at the moment, but you’re ready to get the night back on track and focus on your husband.

You smile eagerly, not noticing the way Soobin’s face has gone stark white. “I think I got most of it, but—“

“We have to go. Something’s wrong.”

You don’t think twice, practically stealing Soobin’s keys from his pocket when he stands up. The two of you race out of the restaurant and to your little girl, your thoughts newly scrambled in the worst ways.

Soobin tries to knock on his parents’ door without slamming his fist against the wood, but he can’t help it. So many scenarios have built up in his head since his intuition kicked in. He could barely say one word on the drive to his mother’s. The silence was palpable in the air, both of your bodies filled to the brim with fear and regret for leaving her for one second.

Soobin’s mother answers the door with a shocked expression. “Honey, what are you two—“

Soobin barrels past her and into the house. You follow hot on his heels. His pace is quick, his voice loud as he calls out Minyoung’s name like she’s able to answer him back.

Then, you find Minyoung perfectly content. Soobin’s dad has her in his arms at the dinner table, feeding her a bottle of milk. “Hey, kids. Why are you here?”

Soobin stutters when he responds. “M-Mom wasn’t answering and we—“

“Oh, lord.” You hear her deep groan pervade the small kitchen. “You left the restaurant for that?”

“What were we supposed to think?” Your words are full of defense, lighthearted now that you’re not in panic mode. Were your worst thoughts so unexpected? You felt bad enough leaving your daughter alone with people you trusted just for a night of solitude. If something worse had happened, the guilt would’ve been too much to bear.

Soobin rushes over to Minyoung and takes her from his father’s arms. Droplets of milk spill from her lips, but she doesn’t care. She reaches up to touch Soobin, her little nails gliding across his face. “Daddy’s here, Minnie.” He presses his forehead to hers, smiling proudly. “I’m right here.”

You tear up at the image in front of you, relieved to see your baby girl out of harm’s way. Even if the harm was entirely imaginary, you’re calmer nonetheless.

Soobin walks towards you and kisses the crown of your head. “Sorry I pulled a false alarm, baby.”

Although you’ll never tell him, you don’t mind that he did so. He’s an incredible husband and father, always on alert for the two of you and putting his needs to the wayside. You have to remind him every day to also think of himself, and he appreciates you looking out for him in the same fashion.

You shake your head and move Minyoung from Soobin’s arms to yours. You kiss her chubby cheeks and she coos at the attention, the spitting image of her father. “Daddy is gonna be the death of me, isn’t he, baby girl?”

Soobin chuckles into your hair and holds onto one of Minyoung’s fists with his palm. “Not if I can help it.”

“Now that you both have made sure she’s okay, go back to your date night!” Your mother-in-law strides into the dining room to pluck Minyoung from your grip. Minyoung is more than comfortable with it, smiling widely into her grandmother’s neck. “It’s rude enough that you both interrupted your dinner time and ours.” She turns to speak directly to Minyoung. “Right, sweetie? How dare they!”

“It’s officially off, I promise.” Soobin puts his phone in the glove-box once he parks the car in the downtown parking garage, determined to make the rest of the date night go off without a hitch.

You laugh and take his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers. “So much for low-key and relaxing, right?”

“Hey!” He points at you with his other hand. “It’s only 8 PM. The night’s still young.”

“Well, we’re not gonna be able to go back to the restaurant now. Not after I practically gave out my milk for free.” You cover your face with the palm not wrapped in your husband’s, but he takes that one too.

“Stop it,” he chides with a stern pout. “Even if you leaked through your shirt every time we went out, you’d still be more beautiful than every other person on the planet.”

You tease, "You're just saying that."

“I mean it! Do you see how gorgeous and incredible Minyoung is? That’s half your handiwork.”

You roll your eyes, but your body lights from within at his words. “She’s half yours too. You probably didn’t notice, but every waitress was checking you out.”

Soobin blushes hard, suddenly shy. “They were not.”

“Yes, they were. I can’t blame them, though. Parenthood has made you ten times sexier.”

Soobin quirks an eyebrow, the undercurrent of passion in your words unmistakable. He gets closer to you until your faces are barely an inch apart. His lips ghost over yours. “I could say the same about you. I’ve only had eyes for you, but even more so now that you’ve had my baby.”

You gulp, noticing how hard your thighs are clenching in your seat. Soobin notices too, holding one of your knees in his hand with a smirk. “Binnie, I’m not hungry for food anymore.”

He presses his lips to yours slowly. You moan into his mouth from such exquisite pleasure that’s been long overdue. He glides his tongue in between your lips as he palms one of your breasts over his jacket. When he takes his mouth from yours, he’s breathing heavily. “I was gonna say the same thing.”

It’s a clash of teeth and tongue when you make it inside the house. Hands run over curves and skin to take off the restricting clothing, appearances be damned.

You discard Soobin’s button-up somewhere in the hallway as he pulls your hair loose from your bun, clutching the strands at your nape to expose more of your neck. He riddles your skin with love bites before you even make it to the bedroom, but you both love it. How feral and frantic you are for one another, no children or external restrictions holding you back.

By the time your body hits the king-sized bed, all that’s left on you, garments-wise, is your thin bralette and mismatched underwear. Soobin looks over your body with a hunger that’s unshakeable. The poor man’s probably salivating at the mouth by now, just like you. 

Ever since the doctor’s six-week ban on any physically strenuous activity, he couldn’t imagine dry-humping without fear of hurting you. That timeline came and went in a flash, but with the fatigue of daily life, it seemed impossible to find time to be intimate.

Until now, that is.

“How did I get so lucky? You’re angelic.” Soobin spreads his palms out over your chest. His long fingers squeeze your breasts over the confines of your lingerie, making you moan. “I have to take this off, bunny. I need to see you.”

You feel heat pooling at your center from his gaze, his words, his touches on your skin. You unclasp the clips holding your bra together and flick it away, not breaking eye contact the entire time.

He used to be so shy during sex, and now he wastes no time unzipping his pants to touch himself. “Fucking perfect,” he grunts, staring at the pebbling of your nipples and the volume of your tits from lactation. He spreads the pooling pre-cum in his hand to rub his cock earnestly.

You whimper and clench around nothing, the center of your underwear incredibly damp. Why did he get to have all the fun and leave you frustrated? “Binnie, please touch me.”

“Gladly.” He uses the hand not holding his dick to yank your underwear off and throw them in a corner of your room. Once the fabric is gone, he dives in between your legs. His licks start small, kitten-like in their touch, but soon he grows hungrier, more dominant. Eating you out has always been one of his favorite things during sex, like it's the only thing he needs to do to sustain himself.

“You taste amazing. You always do.” He stops jerking himself off to press two fingers inside of you without warning, mixing his essence with yours on his way to your warm and wet walls. His lips and tongue remain attached to your clit as he prods you soft and slow.

“God, it feels so good.” You raise your hips to match the rhythm of his hand inside of you. Despite being eager to keep his mouth between your legs, you reach down for him, wanting to feel his lips on yours again. “I want you up here with me.”

Soobin smiles gently before crawling up the expanse of your body. He looks down at you, unable to hide how strong his desire runs in his veins. But instead of his declarations of love that he’s said a million times before, he greets you with a deep kiss to your lips and pushes his fingers back into your cunt.

You moan into his mouth. “Jesus fuck, babe.” You whimper as he leans his head down to latch his mouth to one of your nipples, still ramming his hand deeper into you. Some milk sinks onto his tongue and dribbles past his chin, but he doesn’t care. If anything, it turns him on more. His cock produces more pre-cum and spreads onto your bedsheets.

“I want you inside of me, Soobin.” You spread your legs wider for him to settle into, and he does.

He rubs the head of his cock across your slit before nestling inside fully, his mouth opening in a large gasp as he fills you. “It always feels like the first time, bunny. Always so tight for me, fuck.”

His pace is reverent, driven by his lust, his love for you, and his desire to make this experience as incredible as it already is for him. He rubs your clit between his fingers, and your face contorts into absolute pleasure after a few minutes like that, privy to every feeling. When you fall apart, your body clenching around him in ecstasy, the moment is too beautiful for Soobin to handle. It’s a picture he wants to tattoo on his heart forever.

You could have done anything in this life, and by his luck and the universe’s grace, you were led straight to him and have given him some of the greatest gifts he could ever ask for. Your love, your hand in marriage, your children.

He would follow you anywhere without question. And he may not always believe it, but he also holds all the same powers over you. Without him, the world would be a lot duller, no color to define the edges and details of the life that you’ve built together. He makes it all worth it.

So when his next words leave his mouth, you can’t help but agree with them, the thought too beautiful in the throes of your desire to say no to. “I want to fill you up, bunny. Have another baby with you, as many as you want. So beautiful like this, but you’re even more beautiful heavy and pregnant, shit,” he moans, eyes screwed shut as he chases his own orgasm.

“Yes, Binnie, fill me up. Come inside of me, give me another. Pretty please?”

Those two words are his undoing, the blade that severs the cord that’s been slowly tightening in his stomach since he saw you in your dress five hours ago. He spills inside of you, your insides hot with his release. He doesn’t let any part of it go to waste, fucking it into you until his hips can’t go for much longer.

He lies beside you, both of your chests heaving. And while the moment was an amalgamation of intense passion, you both look at each other and laugh like teenagers. It takes you back to that first night, the first “I love you,” all the first you’ve shared and the ones that are yet to come.

“You’re my best friend, you know that, right?” He rubs your bare arm as he stares deeply into your eyes, more in love than he was a second ago. “I could not have found anyone better to be my wife and my children’s mother than you.” He kisses you on the forehead, his lips featherlight. “I love you.”

You may be incredibly hormonal, any words that make your heart seize up more than likely to cause a well of tears in your eyes. But these don’t. They make your heart lighter, shoot all your fears down, and quell any insecurities that have sprung to the surface since the two of you have become parents.

“I love you, Binnie. In this lifetime and all the other ones,” you respond. You snuggle into his chest, feeling the tempo of his heartbeat against your ear.

Everyone told you both how hard having kids would be. You know you’re not in the home stretch, not in the slightest, but with Soobin, no mountain you’ll come across is insurmountable.

All because he’s yours and you’re his.

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[blushsturns]

♡ sweet licks ♡

title: sweet licks ♡

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem! reader

description: you decide to surprise chris with a bottle of sweet licks from the sex shop.

warnings: smut, pet names (ma, baby, etc), hickeys, ass grabbing, grinding, tongue action, touching

"hey babe?" you called out to him, immediately biting onto your bottom lip as you stood in front of chris' doorway in a pink sheer lingerie set. your hair was in a messy bun, some hair strands falling out of it. you don't know why you were so nervous. you both have been intimate before, but bringing up things like this always made you blush like crazy. not that chris would ever judge you, it's just new territory. 

your friend had taken you to a sex shop that she was raving about. it took many begs and pleads out of your friend, but you finally gave in and went with her. you didn't tell chris you two were going, you wanted it to be a surprise. you ended up finding something at the shop that could benefit both you and chris in bed. it was a bottle of strawberry sweet licks which apparently was something that your partner would put on your skin and then lick it off as an act of foreplay. you were intrigued, especially because chris loved foreplay and all things sweet, including you.

you held the bottle in your hand and placing it against your side, finally meeting his gaze. chris was sitting at his desk and just finished an intense match of fortnite with nick and matt. his face instantly lit up at the sight of you. his eyes scanned up at down to take in your appearance. your friend also talked you into getting the lingerie set that you're wearing. she said, "this will be on your body long enough for him to stare before it's ripped to shreds." your cheeks immediately began to heat up, turning a bright shade of pink as he took in the sight of you. not that he didn't find you sexy any other time, but holy shit. he was a lucky man. the pink lace clung perfectly against your skin and your curves. the bra held up your tits nicely and the thong to go with it fit your ass just right. 

his eyes widened in surprise, saliva practically seeping from the corners of his mouth as he stared at you. you could tell he was hungry. maybe this was the perfect time to introduce him to the bottle in your hand. "h-holy shit." he stuttered out. he looked at you like it was the first time every single time and it made your heart race rapidly. "hey beautiful. c'mere."

your cheeks were burnt red by this point as you walked over to chris who was still sitting in his gaming chair. once you were close enough to him, he grasped onto your hips, his fingers running across the lace that clung against your skin. you held onto the bottle against your side, surprised he hadn't seen it yet, but you were very good at keeping things a surprise. his hands moved up and down your bare hips before running his fingertips across your bare stomach causing a soft shudder to run down your spine at the sensation. he looked up at you as you stood there; him being shorter than you in this stance given he was sitting down in his chair.

"so.. i got something today. besides this lingerie set." you spoke suddenly, your eyes wandering to his hands as they were now running up and down your bare hips before giving you a hard squeeze. you bit onto your bottom lip as your eyes moved to look down at him, smiling shyly at him. one of his hands moved down to cup your ass cheek and gave it a tight squeeze before lifting you onto his lap. you immediately wrapped both of your legs around his waist to straddle him on the chair, your one hand resting onto his waist. you blushed widely as you pulled the bottle of sweet licks from out of your hand and grabbed one of chris' hands to place it in his palm.

he watched your every move intently, his eyes now averting down at the bottle you placed in his hands. his eyes widened in surprise and immediately looked back up at you. his blue eyes darkened with lust as a small smirk crept onto his lips. he knew exactly what it was. he was just surprised you had gotten it for them. it was a nice surprise though. very nice. "for us?"

you nodded your head intently, wiggling your hips against his lap teasingly, both of your hands falling to his chest and moving down to tug on the bottom of his hoodie to signal you want it off him. he got the hint and immediately slipped the hoodie off his body and tossing it onto the ground. your eyes scan over his bare chest in front of you, not being able to take your eyes, or hands off him. your hand runs down his now bare chest before it lands on the front of his sweatpants, noticing he was already started to get hard. "someone's already excited, huh?" you giggled softly as your fingers drum along the outline of his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants.

it made you feel confident and special to know how easily excited he got over you. just by looking at you, he immediately wants to devour you like he was a starved man needing to be fed.

he grunted softly at your touch, his eyes moving down to your hand against the erection in his sweatpants. "only for you." he flashed you a sly smirk, taking ahold of the bottle in his hand and opening the lid. he poured some of the liquid against your collarbone and using his finger to rub it into your skin. the sensation was warm, but his fingers felt cool against your skin.

suddenly you felt his tongue against your collarbone, rolling his tongue along your skin to gather the substance against his tongue. he moaned at the taste, not being able to get enough. you began to lean your head over to the side against your shoulder, a soft hum emitting from your lips and a shudder to run down your spine. you place both hands onto his shoulders to hold yourself steady. "tastes good." he speaks against your skin before parting his lips and sucking harshly against your collarbone. a soft gasp emits from your lips as you immediately press your hips forward, your center starting to feel hot and wet between your legs. chris ran his tongue along the now darkened bruise against your collarbone, a deepening smirk appearing onto his lips as he looks straight into your eyes. "couldn't help myself. you taste s'good."

oh, you were fucking glad you decided to get this. so glad. you didn't care about love bites on your skin. you loved the reminder that you were his. this was an intimate moment for only the two of you. you could feel your pussy getting soaked in the thin material of your lingerie. you looked down at him as you wiggled your hips slightly against his lap to feel his hardened cock through the material of his sweatpants. "let me try." you whisper as you grab the bottle of sweet licks from his hands.

you've never done anything like this before, but the thrill was exhilarating and only turned you on even more by the second. you opened up the cap and spread the substance down chris' jawline and to his neck. you leaned forward and began to run your tongue along his now sticky skin, your eyes closing and a hum emitting from your lips at the sweet taste of strawberry on your lips. your lips parted as you began to suck at his skin and roll your tongue along it while your tongue is being coated with the strawberry substance. 

hearing the sounds that came from chris' throat only turned you on even more. you could feel yourself soaking through your sheer lingerie as you began to grind your hips into chris' hardened bulge. "fuck, ma." chris panted heavily as he pulled away only to look at you with lustful eyes. "you're driving me crazy, baby." 

chris opened up the bottle again, but this time placing some at the peak of your cleavage and rubbing it into your skin before immediately leaning down and running his tongue along your warm skin. you let out a soft gasp at the sensation against your skin, fluttering your eyes closed as you began to play with chris' locks and gave his head a slight tug. hearing him moan against your skin was only turning you on more and all you could think to do was grind your hips into his to rub your clothed clit against his hardened bulge. 

soft, sweet moans escape your lips as you keep your fingers tangled in his hair, your breathing only elevating as the seconds pass. his tongue was so close to your nipples, but continued to run his tongue along the sweet substance, parting his lips and sucking harshly against your delicate skin to leave love bites around your breasts. you fucking loved when he left love bites behind. especially only ones that the both of you could see. chris pulled your bralette to the side to let your breasts free and immediately grasped onto it with his palm before latching his mouth onto your perked nipple causing a soft gasp to emit from your lips. 

the feeling of his warm tongue against your nipple drove you insane. you could get off like this, but you wouldn't. you knew better. you could feel his cock twitching against you, soft moans leaving your lips as he continued to suck and tug on your nipple.

your hips moved together, grinding against each other and causing both of you to let out a string of moans. you moved your hand between both of your bodies and began to press down onto his hardened cock through the fabric of his sweatpants. chris groaned in response, pressing into your hand. he used his free hand to move behind you to grip onto your ass cheek to pull you even closer to him, squeezing firmly against your delicate skin and causing a soft whine to leave your lips. his other hand was squeezing your breast firmly, his thumb running across your other nipple.

chris pulled away, unlatching his mouth from your nipple which caused a soft whine to leave your lips. your pussy was soaked, throbbing, and needing chris before it drove you insane. you could tell how much he needed you too. his cock twitched against your hand as he pressed up against it. 

"need you." you whined, practically pleading for him. 

you felt chris wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you secure around his waist as he stands up from the chair. before you know it, he's leading you towards the bed. your back hits the mattress and your head hits the pillow. you let out a soft, surprised gasp as you look up at him as his body now hovers over you, both of his hands resting above your head. his lips linger against yours, his tongue teasingly tracing along your bottom lip. you can taste the sweet strawberry substance against his lips and on his tongue. a shudder runs down your spine, your heart is beating straight out of your chest. you can feel his hardened cock rubbing against your soaking wet pussy. one of his hands moves down between your bodies and begins to cup your pussy through the lace in his palm, his thumb circling against your clit through the material. "i'm gonna show you just how much i fuckin' love when you surprise me like this."

and just like that, you were really fucking glad you decided to surprise him with a bottle of sweet licks. 

i hope you enjoyed this! i'll try to continue to write more as the ideas come to me, but if you have any requests for me, don't hesitate to send them to my inbox!

-nessa ღ

[lemon-slushie]

A random post/rant of me talking about my art and early crk fandom weirdos if u would like to hear it lol

No one has ever directly asked me why I draw madeleine so feminine but the reason has been sitting in my head since I got back into cookie run around 2020 (good god) so I’m just gonna ramble here to get it out

Madeleine has been my fav since I got back into cookie run and when I would try to look for fanart of him in 2020 to early 2021 it was almost completely full of fetishy and hyper masculine depictions of Madeleine, usually paired with a hyper fem and crazy sexualized version of espresso, which always made me super uncomfortable and disappointed because they were completely twisted versions of the characters

Now obviously I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with drawing a character hyper fem or hyper masc (I do it lol) but when it’s done to fit a fetishized version of the characters is when it becomes really uncomfortable and gross to me, and back in early crk fandom this version of madeleine was EVERYWHERE and it killed me I hated seeing him watered down to masc dom top it was so gross and so far removed from his actual character. I’ll be honest the espresso side was much worse I’m very sorry for the espresso fans that had to go through watered down fem boy bottom espresso 😭

So when I started making and posting cookie run art I decided to lean towards madeleines more feminine traits, kinda as my own little retaliation in a way because I was sick of seeing him fetishized and sexualized all the time. Luckily now that the popularity has died down a bit I don’t see nearly as much fetishy stuff for him. And now I’ve seen a few more people also focusing on madeleines fem traits which makes me happy!

Though i am aware madeleine canonically isn’t super fem, despite how i draw him i personally think he’s pretty gender neutral with a fair share of masc and fem traits lol. I try to display this with giving him both fem and masc features though I’m not great at drawing men so sometimes it doesn’t read well haha

But all this to say being a TRUE madeleine fan in 2020-2021 was a struggle and I draw him fem because of it lol

[soobchwe]

beam me up —⋆˚࿔ 𝚌𝚜𝚋

SFW version of my fic posted here on @heechwe .ᐟ ୨୧ pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 1.9k ୨୧ genre: lots of fluff, smidges of comedy ୨୧ tags: parents!au, married!au, established relationship!au, pet names (love, bunny, baby, etc), down bad soobin essentially. ୨୧ synopsis: Going out after having a baby should be a breeze. So what if you don't feel incredibly confident? So what if you both act like awkward teenagers on your first date? It's you and Soobin, and that's all that matters. ➸ bless my pals @lovetaroandtaemin, @xomakara, and @heesuncore for reading this behemoth ilysm

Why am I so nervous? You think to yourself as you swipe the mauve shade in your hand across your bottom lip. Its light pigment prevents staining, yet provides noticeable definition, just enough to stand out. Your hair is in a low bun, two stray bangs falling over your cheeks. With your makeup and floral midi dress, you feel confident enough to step out and leave the house without becoming riddled with anxious thoughts.

The demands of motherhood have been hefty, but you clean up well. And despite all the dirty diapers and staying awake pumping, you’re ready to spend one night simply as Soobin’s wife. Perhaps a night out in town with your husband is exactly what you both need after three months of being parents.

It’s been picture perfect, without question. Minyoung has her father‘s pout when she sleeps, your long eyelashes, and the softness of a human being well beyond her years. But, you can’t deny that you miss the days where it was just you and Soobin in your own bubble.

Perhaps tonight, you can discover a balance where your old and new life blend harmoniously.

You step out into the living room to see Soobin with his mother, your daughter asleep in her grandmother’s arms. Soobin holds a laundry list of instructions in one hand and her car-seat in the other, waving his hands in frantic motions. “She usually naps like this for about two hours, but if she sleeps more, that’s even better. And then—“

Soobin stops short and looks back at you when he senses your presence. Your in-law and husband stare at you in disbelief. The frayed edges of your appearance from a few hours ago are nowhere to be seen.

Soobin looks at you like you hang the moon. His smile is small in the presence of his mother, him trying to maintain some semblance of modesty, but it’s ‌electric. “You look beautiful.” He sets the car-seat down on the floor to free his hand, reaching it out for you to take.

You do it gladly, smiling from ear to ear. Soobin also cleans up well, his button up tucked in his cargo pants. He’s always dressed a bit like a dad in training, and now he fits the bill‌. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Binnie.”

His face turns a shade of pink at the nickname, unable to hide your effect on him. He turns back to his mother and refers to the paper in his hand. “If you need something that isn’t in her diaper bag, please‌—“

“Soobin, I can handle it. Just spend the night with your lovely wife.” His mother winks at you and takes the car seat from him. “I promise to bring her back in the morning in one piece.”

You and Soobin kiss the top of Minyoung’s soft head and say your goodbyes, both of your hearts clenching. It’s the first time you’ve been apart from her for more than an hour or two, so the prospect is daunting, at the very least. “Be good for grandma, lil’ bun,” Soobin whispers to her sleeping figure.

When your mother-in-law leaves, Soobin looks back at you with a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and desire. “Ready to go?”

You nod, sharing the same concoction of emotions. Most importantly, though, you’re relieved to finally have some alone time together. Wherever the night takes you is anyone’s guess. “Definitely.”

You both sit at the table in the restaurant like it’s your first date. Uncertain about what to expect once the meal ends, full of nerves and anticipation.

Soobin finds it hard to make eye contact with you, his eyes moving across the entire room. He can’t help it when you look so beautiful. You always do, but tonight is different. He’s been so stuck in the haze of being a new dad, it’s like he’s seeing you clearly again. Now, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

You’ve been married for half a decade, ‌yet every time he sees you, he falls deeper. It’s the first time for him every second he gets to touch you, kiss you, tell you how much you matter to him.

With a child, his feelings have only amplified. He looks at Minyoung some mornings and sees all the features he loves about you and vice versa in one human, his pride as great as his love.

But, instead of revealing he’s in the throes of intense admiration for you in the small Italian restaurant, he turns his focus back to the menu in his hands and looks over the wine list.

The appetizer you shared a few minutes ago has made him thirsty for some alcohol, it seems. “I know you have water, but do you want some Pinot, too? Oh! They have Moscato! I know that’s your favorite.”

It’s the way his eyes light up and his mouth curves into that signature O that makes you giggle‌, unable to contain it.

“What’s so funny?” Soobin looks up from his menu with mirth.

“Nothing at all, Binnie. I’m just happy.”

Your chest pinches at his soft reaction to your words, him looking over his menu at you with bright eyes.

Soobin has always been a goofball, intentionally or not, but it’s what makes him the best partner, among his many qualities. He knows when to be serious, taking the reins when necessary, but he’s well-versed in lightening the mood when you need it.

It’s surreal sometimes thinking about how you lucked out.

Suddenly, your thoughts cease thanks to the rising discomfort from your breasts. It started as an unnoticeable pinch when you gave your drink and light food order, but now it’s full-on pain erupting in your chest.

Why is it so uncomfortable?

You feel the droplets of milk settling into the fabric of your dress, your question answered in a flash.

The impending concern rises on Soobin’s face when he notices your scrunched-up brows and mouth. Then, he sees the two small wet patches forming on your chest. Immediately, he shucks off his jean jacket to give you. “Here baby, take this.”

A deep blush forms on your cheeks when you cover up with his garment. You’re unsure how to broach the subject or the rest of dinner in this state, immediately self-conscious. “I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing, I—”

“Baby, no. Don’t be sorry, it’s normal.” Soobin says the words with so much empathy, you could cry from that alone. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and clean yourself up, not listening to the words that leave his lips in rapid succession. You’re a mom. It happens to every mom at some point! I love you!

Soobin feels useless, knowing no words he says will assuage your shame. He decides now is as good of a time as any to check up on Minyoung. It’s been almost three hours since he’s talked to his mother.

When the line rings, Soobin doesn’t let it bother him. Minyoung probably needed a burping or night-time bath. No big deal.

By the second unsuccessful attempt at contact, his heart drops into his stomach. What if something’s wrong? As he tries to call for the third and fourth time, his thoughts spiral further.

What if his mother rushed out with Minyoung and she forgot to bring her cell because it was so serious? He knows babies usually are out of the woods for colic by the third or fourth month, but anything’s possible, right?

Parental anxiety is one thing, a feeling Soobin knows well by now, but his instincts are usually spot-on. And something has to be going on if his mother isn’t getting back to him.

You trot over to the table, tucking Soobin’s jacket tighter around your chest so it doesn’t flap open. The event may have been embarrassing at the moment, but you’re ready to get the night back on track and focus on your husband.

You smile eagerly, not noticing the way Soobin’s face has gone stark white. “I think I got most of it, but—“

“We have to go. Something’s wrong.”

You don’t think twice, practically stealing Soobin’s keys from his pocket when he stands up. The two of you race out of the restaurant and to your little girl, your thoughts newly scrambled in the worst ways.

Soobin tries to knock on his parents’ door without slamming his fist against the wood, but he can’t help it. So many scenarios have built up in his head since his intuition kicked in. He could barely say one word on the drive to his mother’s. The silence was palpable in the air, both of your bodies filled to the brim with fear and regret for leaving her for one second.

Soobin’s mother answers the door with a shocked expression. “Honey, what are you two—“

Soobin barrels past her and into the house. You follow hot on his heels. His pace is quick, his voice loud as he calls out Minyoung’s name like she’s able to answer him back.

Then, you find Minyoung perfectly content. Soobin’s dad has her in his arms at the dinner table, feeding her a bottle of milk. “Hey, kids. Why are you here?”

Soobin stutters when he responds. “M-Mom wasn’t answering and we—“

“Oh, lord.” You hear her deep groan pervade the small kitchen. “You left the restaurant for that?”

“What were we supposed to think?” Your words are full of defense, lighthearted now that you’re not in panic mode. Were your worst thoughts so unexpected? You felt bad enough leaving your daughter alone with people you trusted just for a night of solitude. If something worse had happened, the guilt would’ve been too much to bear.

Soobin rushes over to Minyoung and takes her from his father’s arms. Droplets of milk spill from her lips, but she doesn’t care. She reaches up to touch Soobin, her little nails gliding across his face. “Daddy’s here, Minnie.” He presses his forehead to hers, smiling proudly. “I’m right here.”

You tear up at the image in front of you, relieved to see your baby girl out of harm’s way. Even if the harm was entirely imaginary, you’re calmer nonetheless.

Soobin walks towards you and kisses the crown of your head. “Sorry I pulled a false alarm, baby.”

Although you’ll never tell him, you don’t mind that he did so. He’s an incredible husband and father, always on alert for the two of you and putting his needs to the wayside. You have to remind him every day to also think of himself, and he appreciates you looking out for him in the same fashion.

You shake your head and move Minyoung from Soobin’s arms to yours. You kiss her chubby cheeks and she coos at the attention, the spitting image of her father. “Daddy is gonna be the death of me, isn’t he, baby girl?”

Soobin chuckles into your hair and holds onto one of Minyoung’s fists with his palm. “Not if I can help it.”

“Now that you both have made sure she’s okay, go back to your date night!” Your mother-in-law strides into the dining room to pluck Minyoung from your grip. Minyoung is more than comfortable with it, smiling widely into her grandmother’s neck. “It’s rude enough that you both interrupted your dinner time and ours.” She turns to speak directly to Minyoung. “Right, sweetie? How dare they!”

You share another laugh with Soobin, tucking your face into his neck. Parenthood may not be the breeziest role, but with Soobin at your side, you believe with all of your heart that it’s one of the best adventures you’ll ever go on together.

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[cinnamon-stixs]

Sinsmas came out, and I bawled. here's me yapping about it.

-Blitz put horses EVERYWHERE to try and make Stolas happy

-Stolas was asking for his antidepressants. keep in mind he goes this whole episode, which takes place over the course of a month, completely unmedicated.

-Blitz asking what he eats :(. Then Stolas's rich ass.

-Stella fucking GRAB'S VIAS PHONE. GOD I WANT TO KILL THAT BITCH. THEY SIT THEIR AND LAUGH ABOUT HIM WANTING TO TALK TO HIS DAUGHTER IT MAKES ME SO. FUCKING. ANGRY.

-Imps still hate Stolas. Also bro has NO life skills whatsoever

-She straight up spits in his coffee, no remorse. Queen honestly.

-New fit!! this is so much better than that dumbass romper

-Blitz catching rats for him :((

-"No, this is how I act when I don't have money! :D"

-I absolutely adore the concept of sinsmas btw. Also, notice how both Moxxie and Blitz act on wrath, rather than greed (where they were both raised). Interesting lil detail

-Of course Blitz would set the apartment on fire

-Loona acting like me fr

-Millie and Moxxie fighting heheheee

-He's so concerned lmaooo??

-Whiteboard! My fave is the 'days since moxie sang' counter.

-Loona's opened up so much I love her QmQ

-"I'm poor now!" I love you Stolas but holy shit you privileged ass baby.. At least yall can afford to feed everyone in your house

-God Blitz is so in love

-Stolas is GOING THROUGH IT with these parallels

-Blitz trying to defend cheating 💀💀

-Homophobic cunt

-Mammon tree topper

-They're STILL laughing about Stolas trying to call Via. Have they kept her phone from her this whole time?

-She didn't hear them say he'd been trying to call. She took her earbuds out AFTERWARDS. As far as Via knows, he only called once.

-Stolas was the one who got her the guitar

-Via's song goes so hard, but what happened to her accent??

-The parallels in Via's song and the one Stolas sang to her in ep 2 make me wanna cry

-Btw Via is COMPLETELY justified in how she feels, and her decision to not forgive Stolas.

-"I'll just get older and you'll only know my name" Holy fuck that line goes hard

-I THOUGHT SHE WAS GONNA ATTEMPT.

-"Well here's an idea, You could shut the fuck up!"

-Me I fear

-She sits down with stolas's diary I can't

-I thought the bit of her throwing up as weird as hell. But, foreshadowinggg

-What if this was my 13th reason.

-"Didn't make me wet AT ALL"

-The scream as she flies out the window is delightful

-Blitz immediately knows stolas went to look for Via

-GET HIS ASS

-"Get your icy hands off my bottom, bitch!"

-Dude what the hell did he say?!

-GET. HIS. ASS!!

-"fuck yes! :D"

-Loona and Moxxie working together :(((

-This action scene is so fucking cool

-"High five!!" DUMBASS?!

-Im gonna kms they're so cute

-VIA!

-She doesn't hug her father back.

-She thought him needing the antidepressants was her fault I'm actually gonna do it this time.

-Although Via won't talk to Stolas, she still saved him. She loves her dad, but she's rightfully angry. It'll take time to rebuild that trust.

-FUCK.

-Blitz relaxes. Stolas doesn't.

-God what a cutie

-MOXXIES FACE HSDHSJHDJSIJ

-I knew immediately in the bathroom scene what was up with Millie

-Im really excited to see the pregnant millie plotline actually. Judging by her reaction, she's not sure if she wants to keep it.

-STOLAS'S SOFT LITTLE LAUGH AUGH IM CRYING

-He doesn't hug Blitz back.

-Xmas song at the end goes hard.

Overall, this episode was AMAZING. The writing was great, the emotional moments hit hard, the animation was great as usual, and the pacing was good, if not a bit clunky. What a great end to the season.

I think i'll go call my dad.

[chilling-seavey]

Winter Warmers: Day 20 — Thigh Riding & Matching Pyjamas

↳ A/N: I got carried away with this one... Also, thank you to this anon who honestly helped inspire part of this idea!!  

↳ Summary: A night of tea and reading only lasts for so long in your house.

↳ Word Count: 1747

↳ Warnings: 18+, thigh riding (duh), minor dirty talk, mentions of spit, ruining clothes...

↳ Winter Warmers Prompt List | The Way It Goes Masterlist

George had never been that much of a reader but in the right moments, in the festively decorated living room, by the light of the fire and the glittering Christmas tree, with a mug of tea in hand and you tucked under his arm, nothing felt better than a good book. You both held a novel of your own in hands despite the way you were cuddled side by side, arms intertwined and balancing books and mugs, reading away. Only the crackling of the fireplace filled the serene night.

You had purchased your little family a matching set of Christmas pyjamas that year now that your son was somewhat old enough at almost two-years-old to fit into any of them. They were a wonderfully soft plaid of red and black, bottoms and a matching button up top, and the three of you looked straight out of a magazine when you wore them all together. The picture perfect family. It was something you had always dreamt of but never thought would be yours. Sometimes, life really did feel straight out of a novel. 

George’s lips pressing against your temple in a warm kiss pulled you out of the pages of your book. You glanced at him from under his arm with a fond, “What was that for?”

He shrugged, lifting his mug of tea to his lips, “Nothing.”

You snuggled closer into his side and his arm instinctively wrapped tighter around you until his forearm was tucked across your chest. His book was closed in his hand, forgotten about. Yours, on the other hand, was still very much open and very much interesting to you, drawing your eyes back to the scene printed on the pages. 

George read over your shoulder for a few moments before his fingers started wandering, caressing the soft material of your pyjama shirt until his thumb eventually found the bud of your nipple and he gave it a little swirl. You shifted to get him to move, your eyes still trained in on your page. 

But you could feel his breath on your neck with how much you were snuggled up beside him and between that and his wandering fingers, he was quite distracting. George leaned in towards you, kissing absentmindedly at the shell of your ear, underneath, down your neck, in feather-soft touches. His lips were extra warm from his tea, almost hot against your skin.

“What’re you doing?” you mumbled, squirming as his ghostly kisses made you shiver. 

“Nothing.” he repeated innocently. 

“Liar.” you announced without tearing your eyes away from your page. 

George gently pinched your nipple through your shirt. You flinched slightly, finally dropping your book so the pages straddled your thigh to keep your place, and you lolled your head back against his shoulder to look up at him with a pointed glare. He then kissed your nose, the apple of your cheek, the corner of your mouth that subsequently turned up at the corners at his affection. 

You puckered out your lips a little, a silent invitation. George licked his own briefly and then pressed a proper kiss to your awaiting lips, sharing one then two then three. 

“If you wanted attention, you could have just asked for it.” you reminded him.

“I didn’t want to interrupt; you looked so content.” protested George, his coy smile ever present on his handsome face. 

You scoffed and leaned forward to set your book and your mug of tea down on the coffee table, “You definitely still interrupted.” 

George’s mug and book joined yours and then you settled back under his arm, your hand falling naturally against the soft material of his plaid pyjama pants, right over his thigh. Your eyes met again, calm smiles, and then his hand reached up to tuck your hair behind your ear before trailing over your jaw. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered adoringly. 

You scoffed bashfully, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest whenever he complimented you, and your fingers gently scratched over his thigh in silent appreciation. With a shared smile, you whispered back to him, “I love you.”

George’s smile only widened, “I love you more.”

Your reply was almost immediate, fingers dipping along the inner seam of his plaid pants as you gazed into his eyes with a playful sparkle, “No, you don’t.”

He laughed lightly, nodding, “Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

You were snuggled so close on the couch that you could feel his warm breaths falling against your cheek and when you turned to face him a little more, your leg draped over his and tucking between his knees, you could feel the momentary halt of his breath. His arm followed you around your shoulder, his eyes unwavering from your face like you were all he wanted to look at. His hand started to slowly rub up and down your bicep, creating a tingling sensual touch that had your heart flipping in your chest. 

George’s voice was a little lower when he finally replied, deep and velvety right up against your ear, “I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree, Mrs. Russell.”

The use of your married name never failed to turn you into putty in his hands and you broke into a bashful smile and hid your face in his neck. George just chuckled and took his arm from your shoulders to rub his large hand up and down your back lovingly while his other hand tangled in the back of your hair to keep you snuggled close. 

After just a moment, you pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes again. There was so much to read behind his irises as he gazed at you like that in the warmth of the living room. Your fingers found home in the fabric of his pyjama shirt, right over his heart, rubbing gentle circles as you shared a loving gaze by the firelight. His hand slid from your hair to gently trace your jaw, slender fingers lingering at your chin to keep your face turned upwards towards his as his eyes flitted down to your lips. 

He took your chin between thumb and forefinger with a gentle tug just as he leaned in to meet you halfway, capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss. You inhaled sharply into the kiss, your hand flying from his chest to grab the side of his neck to keep his lips on yours. You met his eager pace with ease, even as his tongue pushed its way into your mouth. 

In the dizziness of his kiss, you could barely acknowledge his hand sliding down your back and over the curve of your ass in those plaid pyjama bottoms. He pulled away just enough to drop his palm down in a lazy smack. Your leg nudged up higher between his, body turning a little more until your crotch was just about pressed against the side of his thigh. 

George pulled away after a moment, greedy hands grabbing your hips to almost pull you onto his lap. You moved with his demands without protest, soon straddling his thigh with your arms strewn around his shoulders, pressed chest to chest, breathing in anticipation into each other’s mouths. His hands groped your ass over your pants that matched his, his voice a dreamy whisper, “Let’s ruin these.”

It was almost a promise, the way he said it, so demanding and needy all in the same. You could only lean down to swallow it up with your lips, tasting his pretty sounds with your tongue as he moaned into your mouth. His hands pulled you closer at the same time, forcing you to rut against his muscular thigh through the layers of fabric between you. The friction was sizzling. 

When you pulled away to breathe, a thin string of spit connected your lips for a brief moment before breaking between you. Your hands pressed down flat against his chest, pushing yourself up to square your shoulders on his lap, giving yourself more of a leverage to start to grind on his thigh a little stronger. George just gaped up at you for a moment, hands on your waist and only barely helped guide you along because you know exactly what you want and he would always be more than willing to let you do just that. 

He could just never get enough of you—you brought out the selfishness in him to an extreme—and so his hands moved to start to unbutton your pyjama top. You didn’t stop the gyrations of your hips, far too into the friction to stop, letting him do as he pleased as he finally pulled open your shirt to reveal your bare chest beneath. His hands went first, groping your breasts in his warm palms as if he were trying to pull you into your motions that way. The tightness of his grip had you gasping faintly, hips jumping against his thigh, fingers grasping onto the front of his shirt. 

“That’s it,” George breathed lowly, his voice rich and addicting with his eyes all over you, “Christ, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

And then his mouth was on your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth as his strong arms wrapped around you to help move you faster. He moaned against your breast, coating you in spit and kisses over your flushed skin, bodies moving together in a dire need to get off. 

He kept you grinding on his thigh until you were so sensitive that you were nearly crying, his shirt wrinkled and stretched from how you tugged mercilessly at it, wanting more, more, more. A little praise and a little dirty talk from your husband helped to finish you off, speaking to you in a low, rumbling whisper of how beautiful you were, how much you turned him on, how much he wanted to see you come all over his thigh. 

When you collapsed against his chest in tremors of pleasure, he held you close and kissed your temple, telling you how much he loved you into your hair. After all that, you had honestly soaked through your brand new pyjama pants and left a wet spot on his at the same time. But if that wasn’t enough, only minutes later, his shirt was also victim as he came up the front of it by your hand, staining the dark red and black plaid in creamy white.

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[inubaki]

From The Dust Anew - Christmas Special

“It’ll be funny!” Lu nuzzled Adam’s neck and pressed himself against Adam’s back. His hands snaked around the front and lifted up Adam’s large, nearly due, pregnancy belly. There was relief as the weight no longer strained him.

“For you. I’m the one that would be wearing it.” Adam was trying to be strong, but Lu sounded so happy at the idea that it was hard to say no.

A tongue licked up Adam’s neck, and Lu rubbed Adam’s belly. Adam could feel that their baby was awake now. It’s father, other father, having woken them up.

Sharp little hooves kicked against Lu’s hands. Their baby rolled, and Adam could see it shifting beyond his breasts.

The breasts had gotten bigger along with his belly. Each was now a good handful. It was more than just the pregnancy hormones. The doctor said he was at a more normal weight range with all the extra lust that was added to his diet. And it all seemed to go to his breasts and ass.

Lu seemed distracted now that their baby was awake. He cooed at it. Trying to keep the baby awake and playing with him or maybe her. They hadn’t wanted to find out the gender. Adam liked the surprise.

Pressing on Adam’s belly, invading the baby’s space, their little one started to kick and squirm like mad.

“Oh!” Adam exclaimed. “Bathroom! Now!” He broke away from Lu. The baby got him right in the bladder, and he needed to go, now!

Once he was relieved, he washed his hands and rested them on top of his belly.

The loose t-shirt he was wearing was a gift from Lu. It said 'Baby Loading’ with a little progress bar written across his belly.

He sighed. The t-shirt was dumb. He felt a little silly sometimes wearing it. But it was also kind of cute, and Lu had been so happy to give it to him.

Adam definitely looked more like Lu’s girlfriend than boyfriend these days. He couldn’t even begin to hide his belly or his breasts anymore when they went out.

But Lu was so proud-looking when they did go out. He relished in showing off Adam and their baby. Doting affection on them constantly.

They didn't need to go out for that either. Lu was always coming home with little gifts for both him and the baby. The nursery was full of little outfits and toys that Lu bought. Plenty of them were duck-themed, but quite a good number were just things Lucifer thought were cute.

And he did the same for Adam. Lu often came home with lust-filled chocolates. New lust drinks to try. Little odds and ends that Lu said made him think of his little Ducky, like bubble bath or another plant. Adam would need to start a greenhouse at the rate Lu was giving him plants. Maternity shirts or dresses, since Adam didn’t fit in any of their pants anymore and wore just the shirts or pyjama bottoms around the house these days.

He was always doing little things like that for Adam.

Resting his hand on his belly. He supposed he could do this one thing for Lu.

Adam trotted back to Lu in the living room, wrapped his arms around Lu's neck, and kissed Lu's lips. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Lu beamed, and Adam found himself picked up so he was sitting on Lu’s forearms and swung around.

The arrangements were made, and they went to do a photo shoot to have their portrait done.

Adam tugged the skirt down a bit. The red velvet skirt with white fur trim was a little too short for his tastes. It needed another inch. But it wasn’t tight and swished as he moved. That he liked in a skirt. Nothing restrictive. The top was more like a matching bra than a real shirt. Embarrassingly revealing.

The marker was a little much, but it made Lu so happy. ‘Do Not Open Until Christmas’ was written out across his belly, and the photographer snapped picture after picture of Lucifer writing it. Adam tried to be annoyed, but it was hard when Lu smiled so joyously.

They’d been placed in dozens of positions by the photographer. Adam sitting on Lu’s lap. Lu kissing the belly. Them kissing, those were a little intimate, and Adam was getting them printed too to keep a copy of how Lu and he looked while making out as jerk-off material for later. But mostly they were just holding each other or the baby.

Humming and hawing back and forth for a while first, eventually Lu just bought the rights to all the photos because he couldn’t decide between them, and they finally got to go home.

The outfit Lu had bought for Adam just to do a dorky maternity photoshoot, so it came home with them. Adam was going to put the costume away in the back of a closet when he got an idea.

He hadn’t washed off the marker yet. And he was saving an item for a special occasion. He had told Lu no once about it before, but the idea was in Adam’s head, and he thought maybe for an anniversary or something he’d wear it for Lu.

Pulling the tiny hidden bag out of the closet, Adam slipped off his boxers and pulled up the panties. They were a lacy black number with a tiny red bow on the front. The panties contained his boys, but his dick was getting hard at the idea of how turned on Lu was going to be and poked out the top.

Putting the skirt and what was basically a bra back on, Adam went to find his Lu.

The door to Lu’s office was open, and Adam looked in.

Lu was sitting at his desk, head in a pile of papers as he muttered about some bastard skimming from the top. Adam almost felt sorry for whatever dumb fucker thought they could embezzle from the devil.

He was distracted, so Adam stepped quietly on the plush rug until he was in front of the desk. Clearing his throat, Adam sang out, “Oooh Luuu!” And bent forward a tad to give Lu a view of the goods. “Have I been bad or good this year? Cause I think my stocking needs to be stuffed.”

The rolling chair clattered as it shot out from behind Lu. The piles of papers went flying and fell like snow as Lu clambered over the desk to get to Adam.

Adam let out a little undignified squeak from the sudden spiciness of Lu’s lust and from Lu picking him up bridal style. He melted into Lu's arms when Lu kissed him.

Laid down on the couch, Adam moaned and pulled his mouth away from Lu’s. “Got you a present.” Adam spread his legs, and Lu dug his fingers under the skirt.

His eyes went wide when he felt the lace. Lu sat back and pushed up the skirt.

“Want to put a slit in them for my slit, handsome?” Adam flirted.

“I’m going to fuck you in these panties.” Lu ran his fingers over Adam’s cunt, then pushed his finger through the newly formed hole in Adam’s panties.

“I was planning on it. Come on now. Cum in my chimney.”

Lu stopped and scrunched up his face in thought. “Wouldn’t that be your throat?”

“Lu,” Adam sighed. “Stop thinking about the logistics of my Christmas time come ons. Lick my peppermint stick, and after I’ll sit on your North Pole if you like.”

Luckily, Lu took his suggestion. He pulled down the panties enough to free Adam’s dick and lick him from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the head before taking Adam in deeper.

Adam moaned. He fingers tangled in Lucifer’s hair. Lu’s hand found Adam’s thin tail, and he ran his fingers over it as Adam whimpered and gasped from the sensations of his sensitive tail being played with.

Letting out his own tail, Lu wrapped his around Adam’s and ran it up and down the tail as though he was jerking Adam off.

Lu was burning so good. Adam drank in the lust.

Taking Adam’s hands, Lu placed them on his horns. He pulled off Adam’s cock and purred. “Hold on and use my mouth. You can cum down my chimney, and then I’ll fill your stocking with my peppermint stick.” He winked at Adam and swallowed him whole.

“Oh, god!” Adam cried out as Lu easily deep-throated him. Had the guy been practicing??

Adam did as he was told to, and using Lu’s horns to move him, fucked Lu’s mouth and throat. Lu’s tongue wrapped around Adam’s cock, and Lu’s throat felt so tight on the head. He made Lu’s mouth ride his cock. Drool from being unable to swallow dripped from Lu’s mouth and coated Adam’s dick. The panties were getting soaked from Adam's pussy and Lu's drool.

Lu moaned as his face was used. His eyes half closed, and he pawed at Adam's thighs, kneading them as only little needy whines could occasionally escape his throat when Adam pulled out. The whites of his face turning gold with arousal.

“You like that, babe?” Adam groaned out, knowing Lu couldn’t answer. “I need to cum down your throat, Lu. I need you to swallow every drop. I want-“ he corrected himself, “need you to show me your pretty, empty mouth cause I want to make sure you drank up every drop.”

On the rare occasion, Lu got like this. His need to be needed manifested in the desire to be told what to do in bed.

“Okay, I’m going to cum. Be a nice boy and swallow.” Adam buried himself as deep as he could into Lu’s mouth and throat as he came. Lu did his best to keep moving his tongue and please Adam.

As Adam slowly pulled out, Lu whined and kept licking. Trying to dutifully clean up every drop like he’d been told.

“Good job.” Adam praised, and Lu beamed. “Let’s see that mouth, sweetie.”

Lu opened for him, and Adam praised him again for doing what he was told.

“Now, I believe there was talk of stuffing? Want me to ride you, babe? Or do you want to fuck my pussy?”

Fumbling with his pants to undo them, Lu whimpered that he wanted to fuck him.

Adam fixed his wings so they were splayed out and the feathers wouldn't be damaged. Then tucked his spent cock back in the panties. Spreading the hole in his panties and his pussy open with his fingers. A difficult task with his nearly ready-to-pop pregnancy belly in the way. He batted his pretty eyelashes and spoke low. “You deserve a reward for doing what you were told. Come here.”

Lu went to stick his head between Adam’s thighs, but Adam caught him by the horn and pulled him up.

“No baby. Mama’s wet enough. It’s your turn to cum.” He moaned as Lu’s eager cock filled him. “That’s it. Good boy. I need you to cum in me. Fill me full. I need to be dripping from your cum all day.”

It was fast and hard, Lu desperately trying to fulfill Adam’s need. Lu gripped Adam’s hips, his head resting on Adam’s pregnant belly, as he whined with the desire to cum for Adam.

“That’s it. Good boy.” Adam praised over and over. Telling Lu how wonderful he was. How he was doing an amazing job. As Lu started to tense, to whine and whimper as he subconsciously held himself back, Adam told him to cum.

Lu moaned as he filled Adam’s cunt with cum. Adam bit his lip as his pussy spasmed around Lu’s cock. His legs pulled Lu in closer and didn't let go until he was sure Lu was done.

“Good boy.” Adam praised some more, petting Lu’s head until he was back to normal.

“Feeling a little subby, today?”

Lu pulled out and moved to the side so he could cuddle into Adam. “Mmm. I little, I guess.”

Adam rubbed his nose against Lu’s snout. “You did a good job. But I'm going to go get changed.”

“Aw,” Lu pouted. “But you look so good in that outfit.”

“I do. And I’ll look just as good in my maternity shirt.” He gave Lu a mischievous smile. “Just the shirt. Care to join me?”

Lu happily got up and followed Adam upstairs to their bedroom so Adam could change.

They needed to take advantage of the time they had.

Adam rested his hands on his belly and felt a strong kick. Lu’s fingers entwined with his, and Lu held him close.

He could already feel it starting. The baby dropped. His body was getting ready for labour, and Adam was getting horny again. He'd need a lot of lust to last through the birth and recovery period.

Adam was going to wring Lu dry.

[thetwelfthcrow]

what's with the sudden surge of people yappin about a 4433 fics drought (i don't think i've seen you comment on other works?) and goin on about this need for bottom lewis (at least some of y'all are complaining & writing, like that's a fair combo to me)?

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

And for the holidays I give you memes! Memes everywhere!

I hope that all of you are having a wonderful time, but if not, I at least hope these silly doodles brought you a little joy!

I'm going to keep this short and sweet today, so to round this of: These doodles are based off of the fanfic Apex Polarity, which is written by the lovely @naffeclipse and Eclipse' design is based off of @themeeplord 's fantastic design!

And as a bonus, you will find an alteration and a bunch of Yeti slogans/puns under the cut:

and if you're wondering why I made so many gd yeti puns, it was for michael's mug. You gotta have some fitting and funny slogan for all mugs. Btw If any of you know some good yeti slogans and/or puns, please call me, I've been struggling.

Michael; local cryptid believer, but not cryptid enjoyer

Vanessa; POLAR BEARS

Eclipse; I'm having the best time of my life! :D

Y/n; I'm having A TIME :')

[mintjeru]

duke of the north the fortress of meropide

open for better quality | no reposts

[venomgaia]

Guys that go bump in the night

(minorly inspired by @karniss-bg3 's response to this ask)

[atopvisenyashill]

they did not dress him well enough in got look at this work he’s got this shit ON now compare it to got

[solar-halos]

to celebrate october here is pumpkin snoopy

[pawtistictails]

I was in the shower thinking about @caffeine-clouds fic when the song popped into my head and put me in a chokehold; I couldn’t even read the next part until this was done. It’s even funnier because when I looked up the lyrics it turns out this is a One Direction song (relevant to the fic in terms of funnies).

(Sorry about the placement of words on that second part I didn’t realize where the tree was overlapping until it was too late)

[ID: Three panels of a lyric comic on a blank sketchbook page. The first panel is of Shadow the Hedgehog's reflection as he stares at the mirror, confused. He’s wearing a loose, long sleeved white shirt, a black corset, small gold earrings, and sparkly red eyeshadow. The lyrics are written in metallic purple: “Everything that you’ve ever dreamed of/ Disappearing when you wake up”

The next two panels are of a scene in a park, where Sonic and Shadow were dancing. There’s a shaded tree on the left, and in the upper-right a fountain. In the middle, a wide winding brown path. The first panel, where two tiny figures are dancing in the middle of the path, is shaded with red-violet and reads, “Does it ever drive you crazy,” while the second panel follows with “Just how fast the night changes?” and is shaded with a much more blue-violet as Shadow stalks away from Sonic. Sonic’s eyes are intentionally scribbled out and he stands with his hand behind his head as he looks away from Shadow. End ID]

[divinekangaroo]

Good lord writing Alfie is difficult that bloody cadence

[aeide-thea]

[witcherposting ahead—nb that this is all totally lighthearted and it's fine if you feel differently!]

anyway what i'd started to say before tumblr ate my post was that like. disclaimer that my approach to netflix witcher canon is that i fully reserve the right to cherrypick, because some of the changes they made were good but others were character assassination, and that obviously i get that if one isn't cherrypicking one does have to actually Grapple With Certain Things 🏔

but like. that said—the more 'Geralt Must Grovel for Weeks and Probably Scourge Himself, Look at What He Did to Poor Sad-Eyed Woobie Jaskier' fics i read the more i'm fucking grateful for the tiny handful where jaskier's just been like, yeah, i never bought that bullshit tbh, he was lashing out and he owes me an apology for sure but a single angry outburst does not in fact scupper an extremely well-established relationship of literally twenty years' standing in one fell swoop???

like i just. idk. imagine remembering that jaskier's a cheery irrepressible little shit and not actually as crushably low on self-esteem as all of us are. of course that would probably require *netflix* to have remembered that, so, you know, no actual shade to anyone who's been projecting that onto him! but just like. idk. they're obviously not siblings but they honestly do have that vibe in certain ways and it's just like. did you never say something overdramatic and shitty in the heat of a fight with yr sibling growing up and then after taking a bit of a breather just like. make a rueful face and apologize for yr respective roles in winding each other up and move tf on, without having, like, a whole extended OTT reparations process where you tell them repeatedly how perfect and sinless they are and how you know you're a miserable worm who doesn't remotely deserve their sunshiny presence in your life but would be so grateful if they could, possibly, somehow, see their way to forgiving you despite yr essential unworthiness—