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sainzproductions · 2 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 ⋆ 𝐜. 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳

where you belatedly realize, you and carlos may never want the same things in life

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You'd somehow, found yourself entrusted with a bright eyed, enthusiastic baby who was blowing bubbles from his mouth; chubby arms flailing by his side, as you held his small frame cautiously. His mother, one of carlos' many cousin had dropped the baby on your lap, before clamoring towards the bathroom in a haste to relieve herself.

“Don't look so stiff, y/n.” Blanca laughed at your shaken expression, crossing her arms in a resolute manner when you tried to hand the babbling baby to her. “Consider it practice, hermosa. He loves you, look.” she raises her eyebrows, gesturing with her hands to the baby who's bright eyes were intent on your face, giggling and muttering incoherently to himself.

You held the baby like it was a foreign object, hands hoisting him up by the armpits— your posture betraying your lack of finese in handling a fragile human being. In all the years, you've maintained a safe distance from any and possibly all soft headed creatures called babies. You've always appeared scared, and cautious when presented the opportunity to hold other people's children, opting to, instead politely decline and shrink behind whoever was accompanying you at the present moment.

“He's... something.” You tilt your head at the baby, slightly taken aback by the way he mirrors your movement. Blanca laughs, clearly enjoying your predicament.

“I don't know who's more charmed.” She teases, leaning back in her seat as she watches the hesitance slowly, but surely transform into fascination. The young one, as if sensing your initial reactions to his person, garbled more nonesense as if to maximize his cuteness— his chubby cheeks buldged, lips wobbling as he giggled, appearing delighted by your complex expressions.

“He's drooling, blanca.” You state, exssperated yet somewhat amused.

“Babies drool, y/n. They aren't the most intelligent creatures at that point.” You faintly hear the distinct sound of a shutter clicking, and you snap your head towards her— catching her with a phone in hand, a sheepish expression present on her face. “You looked identical, i'm sorry! I've always thought this would be you, someday. I mean, you went at it like bunnies when we were all younger—”

“Blanca, eso no es algo que digas en voz alta,” that's not something you say out loud. you chide, feeling your cheeks warm.

“Lo siento, hermosa.” She giggles, nudging your shoulder in apology, although you couldn't help but notice her expression shift slightly. “You can't blame me. When i think of you and my dear brother, i see you with ten little juniors running around your yard whilst the rest of us just borrow one of your children.”

You roll your eyes playfully at her ridiculous dream, “If i ever let it get to ten, you should tell him to get off me.”

The baby you were holding whines, wriggling to rest his head on your hands while blinking slowly. He was incredibly well behaved despite his drooling antics; and you couldn't help but notice the distinct features of a sainz in his face. Those warm brown eyes... and he was growing into his tall nose and matching trademark grin. He was adorable, you begrudgingly admit.

In a lapse of proper judgement, you allowed the baby to rest it's head on your shoulder. The toddler melting into your arms, quietly. Well behaved. Making himself comfortable in your arms. He was so tiny, you muse. So fragile and weak, you'd easily understood why there was such a thing people call a mother's instinct.

“You should have one first.” Blanca states, a soft smile on her face while you have your moment of realization.

“What should she have first?” Carlos asks, raising an eyebrow at your hushed conversations, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheek as he takes the seat beside you.

“Kids, carlos. It's impossible you have never thought of it.” Blanca answers like it was the obvious.

“I don't think it's anywhere near our future.” Carlos chuckles as if his sister had just told a joke, appearing taken aback as he belatedly notices the toddler on your arms who'd easily amused himself with the strands of your hair.

“How can you say that?” Blanca chides, hints of reproach evident in her tone. It is, afterall, somewhat strange that he thought of it in such a way— your relationship had been longer than any of hers had lasted, and it left a truly icky taste in her mouth.

“It's a converstation between y/n and i, Blanca. I don't think it's any of your business.” Carlos turned civil all of a sudden, snapping at his sister.

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything, the atmosphere suddenly becoming charged with tension.

“Oh muchas gracias, chica! I'm sorry i shoved him in your care,” the unnamed cousin thankfully interruped, oblivious to the tension in between you three as she took the baby from your hands. “Carlos, i haven't seen you in some time! How long will you be in spain?” she started chatting up to your boyfriend casually.

Blanca saw your eyes cloud briefly, she could distinctly class the change in your visage to longing.

Perhaps you weren't at all allergic to babies. Maybe she'd read you wrong. Maybe Carlos read you wrong.

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The drive to your home was silent. Neither of you spoke. You allowed yourself to bask in the tender, but welcomed ache in your limbs as a result of a day spent under the sun and swimming for the better part of the eventful day. You'd thoroughly enjoyed the time you've spent just frolicking in the water and playing around with Carlos. It was always worthwile, there weren't many opportunities you had to spend some uninterrupted time together.

If he wasn't on a racetrack, zooming by in a blur, he was occupied with meetings, press and proper workouts inbetween, leaving you with scraps of his attention.

“Y/n?” Carlos repeats your name, failing to snap you out of your thoughts. With one hand on the steering wheel, and the other in your grasp, he tugs at your intetwined hands. It made you look at him. “I've been calling your name a couple of times, querida. Is there anything wrong?” He worries.

“Nothing's wrong.” You assured him, trying to muster a smile. He pauses, as if measuring his words. “You've been quiet.” you hum in response, looking out of the window as the car moves again.

“Talk to me y/n...” he utters, resembling a plea.

You take a deep breath, clearing your throat. “I'd rather not.”

His jaw clenches, muscles tensing at your short responses. “Is this about the conversation with Blanca? We've talked about this a million times; there's no one else i'd want all the permanent shit other than you. But you know right now is a very delicate time of my career and i can't—”

“risk jeopardizing any of the opportunities that comes my way.” You repeat monotonously, looking at him. “I know, Carlos. I know where i stand.” you said it with such certainty, the fact itself ingrained in your very being after so many years of falling behind his priorities.

He's made it clear, time and time again.

“But i don't want to wake up one day, and realize i have to start all over again because i spent all my time waiting for a moment that would never happen.” you weren't loud, nor were you screaming. Yet it dealt the same weight and hurt, that made him unable to refute you.

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bluberryfields · 2 years ago

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"David is very easy to fall in love with." - Michael Sheen

Hi. How are you? Good, I hope. Okay, so can we talk about just how fucking beautiful David Tennant is? And by “we” I mean “I” and by “talk” I mean “babble incoherently into the void”? Great! I’ll attempt to impose a bit of organization on this just to satisfy my pathological need to inflict structure on words (thanks college/job/brain), but I can’t promise much. Also, there will be A LOT of pictures and gifs. (you’re welcome?)

And this isn’t just because I am deep in the bottomless well of Good Omens fandom and that Crowley is basically the most breathtaking creature that has ever existed. Well, not just because of that.

*cue Aziraphale's "good lord" from 1793*

ANYWAY, like a lot of people, I became a fan of (i.e., fell deeply and irrevocably in love with) DT during his run as the 10th Doctor. He was young and bright and full of just about everything – joy, sorrow, wit – making him incredibly watchable. His look was also so charming: big bouncy rooster comb of hair, absurdly cheeky smile, expressive-as-fuck eyes and eyebrows, and a tall, lanky form that seemed to be made of rubber and the kind of granulated sugar that could only be found in candy from the 90s that are now banned in all first- and second-world countries.

So yeah, I was super into him and his Doctor’s adventures. And I continued to watch him in other projects and still swoon (looking at you, slutty Hamlet)

even at characters where that was not the desired reaction (fuck you, Kilgrave, you delicious monster).

I would also always become a bit (a lot) weak in the knees at his voice regardless of which accent he took on, though always preferring him doing any Scottish brogue because of fucking course.

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Roll that tongue, you sexy beast.

But what I want to get into today is just how incredible he looks in the year of 2023.

He’s 52 years old and I am somehow even more attracted to him. Maybe it’s because I am myself older, and my tastes have matured alongside? I certainly do enjoy gray hair way more than I did 10 years ago.

He’s aged incredibly well, probably a combination of good genes and good health, and he’s clearly not clinging to the Hollywood idea of “youth”.

(insert obligatory grumble about the double standards of men being praised for aging and women being demonized…the potentially problematic nature of the term “aging well” in general…acknowledge this with my enlightened brain but ignore this with my slutty heart…fuck the patriarchy, etc. etc.)

He’s still tall and skinny, even gangly at times, all long arms and legs that can move in impossible directions with unfathomable grace.

His face is leaner, that incredible bone structure creating sharper edges that draw the eye. Speaking of the face, he’s got these creases on his forehead and at the corners of his eyes and mouth that are evidence of time spent well: smiling, laughing, living. Makes you want to trace your fingertips along each one.

Oh god that smile? Good lord. It’s weapons grade charm that can also be quite intimidating. Sweet, humble, silly, scary…full spectrum of options here! His shark smile is the definition of “irresistible” in my Dictionary of Delicious Dudes.

I am both proud of and grossed out by my own word choice.

Continuing with that face...the hawkish nose, the dimples you want to drown in, the big eyes, those motherfucking eyebrows...

I could seriously write a whole essay about those eyebrows, but I already give my therapist enough to worry about.

Oh those eyes. “Piercing” is a term usually reserved for blue eyes, but I would argue it applies to DT’s bottomless chocolate pools in that they slice through my heart every damn time.

Honorable mention does go to those Crowley snake eyes because they could have been distracting and diminishing to his overall look, but they absolutely are not.

Such a pretty shade of yellow.

Random tangent to swoon about his hands. For whatever reason, I like checking out a man’s hands, and DT’s got a set that drives me wild. I can’t even really explain why, but I just really like the way he articulates with them. Crowley is a perfect example, what with the miracle snaps, caressing globes, and holding whisky glasses. Yum.

Delicious demon digits

Fresh tangent: How does this fucker look good clean shaven, with stubble, and a goddamn beard? How is that allowed?

He's got a face that makes me wanna take up sculpting

Further, how is his fucking neck so hot? Like, seriously, show me the math. I can’t stop staring at it. And when it’s cloaked in a turtleneck? Please, sir, may I have some more?

Fuuuuuuuck

With no segue whatsoever, I am absolutely obsessed with his hair, across all contexts. Big, bold, blood-red Crowley coifs (especially in Season 2)? Check.

Proper gentleman side part? Check.

Side shave with cartoonishy springy 14th Doctor shock? Check.

Lockdown locks with and without headband? Check!

It’s a goddamn buffet of delicious options.

Oh damn speaking of that 14th Doctor look? Good fucking Christ on a buttery Ritz cracker. The whole DT collection is on display: the hair, the eyes, the bone structure, the smile, the clothes, and even the glasses!

To quote Pam on Archer, “I swear to god, you could drown a toddler in my panties right now! I mean, not that you would.”

Now that you (I) mention the clothes, I never cease to marvel at how he can wear pretty much anything and look amazing. Stripes, patterns, wild colors, etc. He just always looks…not exactly comfortable, but sort of at ease like the clothes were created with him in mind. And this goes across the spectrum of Casual to Costume to Promotional (e.g., interviews and premieres).

They are almost illegally cute together

We all know by now how ridiculously tight those Crowley pants are and how it influenced his signature serpentine swagger (thank you, Costume department, you’re the real heroes). That said, he and those slinky hips still looks so incredibly natural in them like they came from his actual closet.

Stupid sexy snek

And he pulls off the look of more ridiculous stuff like full Shakespearean costumes or that sad gray-hoodie-black-shorts-and-Wellington-boots combo from the first season of Staged. He somehow gives off the air of “whatever, they’re just clothes, man” while also looking like a damn model.

Georgia is a very lucky woman

Final thoughts: I know DT dislikes talking about how people think he’s so attractive because I’m sure it feels a bit icky if you just want to live your life and do your job. But my guy also clearly understands that he’s not some ghoul who has succeeded on incredible personality and acting chops alone. So, that said, maybe he'll forgive me for posting such a long, rambling, ode to him?

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shadowdaddies · 1 year ago

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I don’t know if you do reqs based on songs but if you could do one based off of windowsill by zayn w/ Rhys? Just them like doing it on every available surface and him dirty talking and just 🥵. Love your work

um YES I love this, please send me more requests based on songs it's my fave 💜 (song link at the end of the post)

Windowsill

Rhys x Reader smut

warnings: smut below the cut, praise kink

The marble kitchen countertop was cold against your skin, elbows resting on the surface as you sipped the warm tea in your hands. The hot drink soothed your throat, but not your nerves, as you anxiously waited for your mate to return from meetings in Illyria.

As if you conjured him from your thoughts, a familiar talon caressed your mental walls, Rhys’s voice purring through your mind. “I am almost home. I need you, now,” he practically growled, desire flowing through the bond so strongly it sent a shiver down your spine.

Gaze flicking to the window, you sat down the cup of tea as you moved to look out at the garden, arms rested on the windowsill as you waited for his arrival.

Dark power rippled through the air, the feeling intoxicating as desire consumed you, heat building in your core. The ground shook, roaring like thunder as the most beautiful male you’d ever seen landed in the grass, violet eyes piercing through you.

Breath caught in your lungs as Rhysand ran a hand through his dark hair, chest heaving as his gaze remained locked on you. Within a moment, he disappeared into shadow, darkness consuming him before you sensed his presence behind you.

A chill ran through your body, breathless as you clenched around nothing at the intoxicating scent of your mate and his arousal from behind. You dared to peek over a shoulder, tension in the air growing thick as he flicked his tongue across his bottom lip, eyeing you as though you were his last meal.

“I’ve been aching to be inside of you all day,” he murmured in an almost painful tone as hands clenched at his sides. Your own eyes darkened, face heating under his stare as you struggled for words.

“Take me, Rhys, please,” you pleaded, barely above a whisper as he strode towards you with confident steps, warm hands wrapping around your thighs as he lifted you against the window.

Legs wrapping instinctively around him, you gasped at the feeling of Rhys’s hard length straining against his pants, pressed against your core. A hand gripped your chin, tilting your lips to his as his tongue slipped through your teeth, flicking the roof of your mouth in tandem with his hips grinding against you.

You moaned, mind dizzying with need as you massaged Rhys’s tongue with your own, rolling your hips against his. “Please,” you begged. “Please, Rhys. More.”

A wicked grin spread across his lips, both of your clothes vanishing in an instant. The warmth of his chest against your sensitive nipples, his cock brushing your folds, nearly sent you over the edge.

Lips parting in pleasure, you looked up at your mate, whose dark gaze was fixed upon you, pure male satisfaction as he memorized your reaction.

A hand swept between you, Rhys’s long fingers lightly rubbing your clit as you arched against him, gasping as you lost control of your body. Incoherent babbles left your lips as you pleaded for more, desperate to have him inside of you.

A dark chuckle brushed against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Soon enough, darling,” Rhys promised, his fingers toying with your pussy as lips sucked and licked marks down your neck.

A frustrated whine escaped you, arms clutching Rhys’s shoulders as you wound against him. “No, I need you now,” you breathed, eyes frantic with desire. Rhys looked to you, nodding with understanding as he lined himself up at your entrance. “Don’t hold back, please,” you begged.

No sooner had the words left your lips than Rhys thrust deep inside of you, buried to the hilt. The two of you moan in unison, lewd sounds echoing through your home as his hips withdrew. Breathy gasps, the sound of your slick pussy rubbing against his cock all that were heard as he began pounding into you. "Fuck, you look incredible, darling," he muttered.

Nails scraped down his back, your head fallen against the window as he thrust relentlessly. You couldn’t form a thought as he hit that perfect spot inside of you with each thrust, his pace brutal while you held on desperately.

“Perfect. All mine,” Rhys ground out, sweat beading on his forehead as his hips met yours in a beautiful rhythm. A crack sounded from behind you, unknown to you through the rush of pleasure you were feeling. Rhys looked up at the crack you’d splintered in the window, a cocky grin on his lips as he lifted you away from the surface.

“Rhys!” you shouted, the sound melding into a moan as he settled inside of you, buried deep while he moved further into the kitchen. He laid you out on the kitchen counter, admiring your hair splayed out beneath you, nipples hard with arousal as you looked up at him with glazed eyes.

“You are everything,” he murmured, hands wrapping around your waist as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, somehow filling you up further as he rocked against you. The cold countertop sent shivers down your spine, pussy clenching around Rhys’s warm length.

His thumb found your clit, your eyes widening in shock as you convulsed against his touch, breathy moans escaping you as he pulled you to your orgasm. With shaky legs, you caught your breath, searching Rhys’s gaze as his eyes lit in a euphoric delight, his cock twitching inside of you as his warmth spread.

The two of you lay there panting for a moment, a soft smile finding its way to your lips as you looked up at your mate in admiration. “I missed you, so much,” you murmured, fingers lightly stroking his sharp jawline.

Rhys pulled your hand from his face, pressing a kiss to your palm as he smiled at you. “I missed you more. And I’m not done with you, yet,” he growled, winking at you as he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed.

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fishthesticks · 5 months ago

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SCP-096

rating: +4203+–X

Item #: SCP-096

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-096 is to be contained in its cell, a 5 m x 5 m x 5 m airtight steel cube, at all times. Weekly checks for any cracks or holes are mandatory. There are to be absolutely no video surveillance or optical tools of any kind inside SCP-096's cell. Security personnel will use pre-installed pressure sensors and laser detectors to ensure SCP-096's presence inside the cell.

Any and all photos, video, or recordings of SCP-096's likeness are strictly forbidden without approval from Dr. ███ and O5-█.

Description: SCP-096 is a humanoid creature measuring approximately 2.38 meters in height. Subject shows very little muscle mass, with preliminary analysis of body mass suggesting mild malnutrition. Arms are grossly out of proportion with the rest of the subject's body, with an approximate length of 1.5 meters each. Skin is mostly devoid of pigmentation, with no sign of any body hair.

SCP-096's jaw can open to four (4) times the norm of an average human. Other facial features remain similar to an average human, with the exception of the eyes, which are also devoid of pigmentation. It is not yet known whether SCP-096 is blind or not. It shows no signs of any higher brain functions, and is not considered to be sapient.

SCP-096 is normally extremely docile, with pressure sensors inside its cell indicating it spends most of the day pacing by the eastern wall. However, when someone views SCP-096's face, whether it be directly, via video recording, or even a photograph, it will enter a stage of considerable emotional distress. SCP-096 will cover its face with its hands and begin screaming, crying, and babbling incoherently. Approximately one (1) to two (2) minutes after the first viewing, SCP-096 will begin running to the person who viewed its face (who will from this point on be referred to as SCP-096-1).

Documented speeds have varied from thirty-five (35) km/h to ███ km/h, and seems to depend on distance from SCP-096-1. At this point, no known material or method can impede SCP-096's progress. The actual position of SCP-096-1 does not seem to affect SCP-096's response; it seems to have an innate sense of SCP-096-1's location. Note: This reaction does not occur when viewing artistic depictions (see Document 096-1).

Upon arriving at SCP-096-1's location, SCP-096 will proceed to kill and [DATA EXPUNGED] SCP-096-1. 100% of cases have left no traces of SCP-096-1. SCP-096 will then sit down for several minutes before regaining its composure and becoming docile once again. It will then attempt to make its way back to its natural habitat, [DATA REDACTED]

Due to the possibility of a mass chain reaction, including breach of Foundation secrecy and large civilian loss of life, retrieval of subject should be considered Alpha priority.

Dr. ███ has also petitioned for immediate termination of SCP-096 (see Interview 096-1). Order is awaiting approval. Termination order has been approved, and is to be carried out by Dr. ███ on [DATA REDACTED]. See Incident-096-1-A.

Audio log from Interview 096-1:

Interviewer: Dr. ███

Interviewed: Captain (Ret.) █████████, former commander of retrieval team Zulu 9-A

Retrieval Incident #096-1-A

[████████ ████████ Time, Research Area ██]

Capt. █████████: It always sucks ass to get Initial Retrieval duty. You have no idea what the damn thing is capable of besides what jacked up information the field techies can scrape up, and you're lucky if they even tell you the whole story. They told us to "bag and tag." Didn't tell us jackshit about not looking at the damn thing.

Dr. ███: Could you describe the mission, please?

Capt. █████████: Yeah, sorry. We had two choppers, one with my team and one on backup with Zulu 9-B and Dr. ██████. We spotted the target about two clicks north of our patrol path. I'm guessing he wasn't facing our direction, else he would have taken us out then and there.

Dr. ███: Your report says SCP-096 didn't react to the cold? It was -██o C.

Capt. █████████: Actually, it was -██. And yes, it was butt naked and didn't so much as shiver. Anyway, we landed, approached the target, and Corporal ██ got ready to bag it. That's when Dr. ██████ called. I turned to answer it, and that's what saved me. The target must have turned and my whole squad saw it.

Dr. ███: That's when SCP-096 entered an agitated emotional state?

Capt. █████████: Yep. [Interviewed now pauses for a second before continuing] Sorry. Got the willies for a second.

Dr. ███: That's all right.

Capt. █████████: Yeah. Well, I never saw its face. My squad did, and they paid for it up the ass.

Dr. ███: Could you describe it a little more, please?

Capt. █████████: [Pauses] Yeah, yeah. It started screaming at us, and crying. Not animal roaring though, sounded exactly like a person. Really fucking creepy. [Pauses again] We started firing when it picked up Corporal ██ and ripped off his leg. God, he was screaming for our help… fuckin 'A… anyway, we were blowing chunks out of the target, round after round. Didn't do jackshit. I almost lost it when it started [DATA EXPUNGED] him.

Dr. ███: That's when you ordered the use of an [Papers are heard moving] AT-4 HEDT launcher?

Capt. █████████: An anti-tank gun. Started carrying it ever since SCP-███ got loose. I've seen those tear through tanks like tissue paper. Did the same thing to the target.

Dr. ███: There was significant damage to SCP-096?

Capt. █████████: It didn't even fucking flinch. It kept tearing apart my squad, but with half of its torso gone. [He draws a large half-circle across his torso]

Dr. ███: But it was taking damage?

Capt. █████████: If it was, it wasn't showing it. It must have lost all its organs, all its blood, but it didn't acknowledge any of it. Its bone structure wasn't hurt at all, though. It kept tearing my squad apart.

Dr. ███: So no actual structural damage. How many rounds would you say were fired at SCP-096?

Capt. █████████: At the least? A thousand. Our door gunner kept his GAU-19 on it for at least twenty seconds. Twenty fucking seconds. That's six hundred .50 caliber rounds pumped into the thing. Might as well been spitting at it.

Dr. ███: This is when Zulu 9-B arrived?

Capt. █████████: Yeah, and my squad was gone. Zulu 9-B managed to get the bag over its head, and it just sat down. We got it into the chopper and got it here. I don't know how I never saw its face. Maybe God or Buddha or whoever thought I should live. The jackass.

Dr. ███: We have obtained an artist's depiction of SCP-096's face. Would you like to view it?

Capt. █████████: [Pauses] You know, after hearing that thing's screams, and the screams of my men, I don't think I want to put a face to what I heard. No. Just… no.

Dr. ███: All right, I believe we are done here. Thank you, Captain.

[Chairs are heard moving, and footsteps leave the room. Captain (Ret.) █████████ is confirmed to have left Interview Room 22.]

Dr. ███: Let this be on record that I am formally requesting SCP-096 be terminated as soon as possible.

OHH GOTCHA

i looked it up. Hey same face/j!!

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emilybahu · 11 months ago

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Just to let everyone how little power I had in controlling my reactions while watching 7x09...

At some point heard my mom come up to my bedroom door and ask if I was okay... to which I did not answer because I was most definitely NOT okay!

In fact, for most of the episode, I think I was in some sort of state of shock because pretty much all I could do was babble incoherently to myself and attempt to not gasp too loudly (at which I failed gloriously, hence my mom's concern).

#911 abc #9-1-1 #911 #i concerned my mother

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belnex · 2 years ago

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More bullshit about Quantum Computing. So here is what I think I know about wave functions. However, my thoughts could be entirely wrong. Disclaimer made. Okay, quantum computing uses gates to transform a qubit. This gate consists of one or more unitary operations on the qubit. These operations consist of a string of linear algebraic equations. The point of a quantum computer is to extract the most probably outcome of a given input and if you can recognize a reasonable + or - on your measurements due to the inherit randomness at play. However, this loss of information creates noise or interference. How are we losing information? When you perform matrix multiplication on one or more qubits.You would be operating on and finding the most probable outcome from a series of gates. What happens to the less probable outcomes?

Well If you take a look at the interference pattern. The further away from the center the lighter the pattern becomes. That is the noise and interference. Because even when transformed by a gate. The "remaining" information overshadows the fact the that your lost information is still present in the system and will effect your final outcome in some way. Especially in a real time quantum computer. A quantum state degrades or becomes "decoherent" over time, is affected by noise from the hardware it is in, and depending on the number of qubits being used generate a lot of interference.

To combat this we used phase shifting. The goal of quantum computing in a fast and optimal manner and obtaining the most probable answer. By running multiple jobs on the same circuit you can find and test which bit is the MSB. "Most significant bit". In the string of qubits the more qubits you have to measure the more probable your answer will be. However, you get diminishing returns from the amount of qubits used per circuit. You can run multiple tests in parallel with more than 5 qubits, but for most applications 5 qubits is plenty. To conserve on the amount of noise generated we want to maximize our coherence in our measurement. We use phase shifting to combat decoherence. This essentially starts the chain reaction of finding the most probable answer given your quantum state input/inputs and measuring the output after a series of gates.

I probably sounds like incoherent techno babble but I need to get these words out of my head. So thanks for reading.

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my faves + lil’ thirsts about em

content warnings – nasty stuff. i’m jus not gonna list em all

asuma – naruto

this is the first time he’s done this with you. he’s usually dominating you and taking control in most situations. here he is, sitting in a chair blindfolded. all of his senses are heightened while he waits for you to touch him. asuma’s breath hitches when he hears your footsteps.

god, he looks so beautiful. his sun-kissed tanned skin glistening in the dim light. his abs looking chiseled, girthy cock resting on his meaty thigh. you’re basically drooling at the sight of him. as a trained shinobi, he can sense a lot of things. especially your eyes that are burning holes through his body.

“jeez, name.. can you jus’ get this over with?” asuma huffed while his brows were furrowed. you rolled your eyes at his impatience, taking his chin into your hand. pressing soft kisses all around his jawline, making him gasp. asuma’s cock twitches from the touch, pre threatening to leak out.

you smile at his reaction, “you’re so pretty, asuma,” he scoffs at your remark, turning his head away. you drag your hands down his torso, going all the way down to the inside of his thighs. asuma bucks his hips up slightly, trying to find some sort of friction. my goodness, he has such a beautiful cock. girthy, veiny, tanned base, brown tip that’s so swollen that it hurts for poor asuma.

and you just sitting there observing his dick is not making it any better for him. you start to stroke his dick slowly, with the intent to tease him. he’s not going to be able to hold back much longer. asuma’s gritting his teeth as you torture him.

next thing you know is that he grabs your head and forces you to take his cock. facefucking you with your spit flying everywhere. asuma’s groans become animalistic as he pounds into your hot, wet mouth.

he’s not letting you catch a breath either, and it lowkey turns you on.

“this is whatcha get for teasin’ me,”

rengoku – demon slayer

rengoku’s pounding into you vigorously, pressing all of his weight down on you. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t feel so good. the way his tip is kissing your spot makes you scream every time. his thrusts seem to be getting rougher by the second.

why’re you in this situation though? because you said that you wanted to have children. & whether you have a vagina or not, he was going to breed you. no matter what.

rengoku switches the position to doggystyle, holding your hips as he slams into you. your face is smushed into the sheets with you drooling all over them. god, he loves it when you get all dumb, only being able to think about his dick.

“haaah, i’m gonna breed ya. gonna have so many– fuck, children,” rengoku moaned, his pupils are so dilated while watches his dick go in and out your hole. just the thought of cumming inside you could make him bust a nut right there.

you whine at his incoherent babbling, he’s getting so caught up in the thought that his thrusting has slowed down. to get his attention, you slam your hips onto his cock. shit, the sound he let out was so sexy. you clench around rengoku, making his eyes roll back.

fuck, he’s close. rengoku quickly picks you up and puts you on your back. he puts you in a mating press. he’s super serious about this. rengoku presses his head into your neck as he fucks into you. even your scent is getting him riled up.

his balls start to tighten while he rams into your poor hole. it’s really trying to suck him dry. rengoku’s sounds fall silent as his thrusts become so rough that the bed starts moving with him.

rengoku says something along the lines of ‘i love you’ as he sprays his hot seed into you. he stays in that position to make sure he doesn’t spill a drop. the feeling of his cum filling you up makes you clench around him, making him whine.

he looks at you with glossy eyes, smiling.

“one more load, okay? jus’ wanna make sure you get bred real good,”

higuruma – jujutsu kaisen

– this one’s female aligned

higuruma’s slow strokes make your legs shake, and the water running from the shower does not make it better for you. his cock drags across your gummy walls gradually, making you breathless. shit, even the way his slim hands grope your body while he thrusts into you causes you to clench around him.

every time you clenched around him tightly, he would slap your ass. his lazy eyes watching your ass ripple makes him throb a bit. you try to support yourself as he fucks you, but you feel like your legs are going to give out at any second.

you swear you could hear him laugh as he observed your quivering legs. higuruma swiftly brings your torso up, grabbing your tit as he does so. he’s always had an obsession with fucking while standing up.

he presses his cock into you deeply, making you whine. to rile you up even more, he moans softly in your ear. higuruma just knows how to push all your buttons. his hand reaches down to rub your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.

“nghh– higuruma, you make me feel s’good,” you moan, he loves it when you praise him. it makes him feel a little special inside. he plants kisses on your shoulder, showing his appreciation. to add more to the fire, he starts pinching and slapping your clit.

he adores all of your expressions as he does this, your body squirming in his strong hold. higuruma finds his noises embarrassing, biting his lip to conceal the noises that threaten to escape from his mouth.

one thing he loves most is choking you, he just loves the sound of your garbled moans and pleads. his mind becomes foggy as you clench around him. he knows you’re close. the hand that the groping your tit was now wrapped around your neck.

that was it. you creamed around his cock solely because he started to choke you. hiruguma had to use all the power in his body just to not cum. his thrusts become sloppy, moans coming out freely.

“shit– you’re gonna be the death of me,”

XRCS 2023

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divetothefandom · 3 years ago

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BEING SURPRISED BY THEIR S/O IN LINGERIE | All

Quick disclaimers:

This prompt works under the assumption that said S/O mostly wears sweatpants and baggier clothes.

This is as spicy as I go and only because it was requested by a friend, and yet there will be no sexual content mentioned. Still, everyone here is written as if 18yo or more.

I've lost this one and had to rewrite this one so many times I think I have no longer a soul, anyways enjoy.

Haru:

Bonus points if you wear blue

"Haru, darling... wake up"

"... Hm...?"

The second he opens his eye, he freezes.

He tries to pretend everything is fine, but internally there's a riot.

"You look... nice".

He probably wouldn't know what to do. He's too groggy to process even a normal situation.

Seeing their beloved in this sexy (and most likely blue) outfit is too much.

My man is broken. He babbles in incoherence and despite his face being the same chill expression as usual he's red as a cherry.

Join him to bed, he will not know how to ask, but the second you're lying next to him, he will wrap his arms around you to cuddle.

Makoto:

Makoto is playing video games online, probably Splatoon or PUBG.

When you walk into the room shyly.

“Oh, hi lo–” DEAD, STRAIGHT UP MURDERED

He does that cute thing where he almost drops the control, and it just bounces in his hands, trying not to drop it.

Poor angel

He would be incredibly embarrassed, covering his eyes like he's seeing something he shouldn't have.

Now I see this go two ways depending on the S/O:

If they laugh it off, he would get shier and shier until you assure him it's okay and that he's cute.

If you panic with him, he will have to pull himself together and clarify that he does like it, but he's just not used to it.

Either way, the whole thing is very gentle and sweet because... orca angelic boy.

Rin:

Rin is one to wake up early, so I imagine you don't wake him up per se, but like he's about to leave the room to go for a run and...

"Good morning, Rin~"

My man falls flat on his ass

Shooketh

He's such a cutie trying to act angry because you "scared him" and "did not expect you to be awake so early"

BULLSHIT!

My man's funeral will-

He would get this angry fit because his face is burning as if it was hell itself, and he has no way of stopping it.

He does things like screaming against a pillow or just clinging to his chest like he's actually dying.

Don't get him wrong, he's not mad at you. But he hates being so flustered... more like he can't handle it.

He loves it, though. Promise.

Please don't laugh at him, LMAO.

If you do, there's a 50-50% chance that he will chase you to tickle you silly for being mean, or he will go fkn feral either way... run.

Sousuke:

Surprise him when he gets back from training. No matter how long it takes him... lol.

So you have time to get changed and maybe even set the mood, even cook a full-on meal before he arrives.

But if you do cook, he will most likely walk in on you cooking... wearing that.

He freezes, most likely for a few minutes.

What does he do? What now?

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE play innocent!!! He will die.

He will keep this calm expression at most pursing his lips but red in the face, sorry Sou you're not hiding this well.

He is super respectful and gentle.

Darling boy is really thankful that you went out of your way to do all of this for him.

He just carries you like a princess to either the couch/bed and the rest of the evening he dedicates it to you.

Asahi:

Much like Makoto, mess with him when he’s playing video games for a louder and much more dramatic reaction.

"Oh Asahi~"

"What is it babe-"

C A L L 9 1 1

He is a cutie and has no idea how to respond to this situation.

Asahi is loud and shakey the whole time, trying to leave the call with his friends.

Bonus points if he wasn't wearing headphones, so you can hear the confused voices of the guys.

He will ask what is all of this about. Genuinely confused.

"I wanted to do something nice for you 🥺"

Speaking of video games... that's a FATALITY!!!

He will tackle you on the spot and shower you with kisses.

"So Kisumi and Ikuya were right, you are into this kind of stuff"

"W H A T T H E F U C K ?"

Please never joke about that again

Ikuya:

Ikuya tries to act like Haru, but he is like a bazillion times easier to fluster.

Sorry, boy. You never stood a chance.

He's probably moping in his bed as usual when a gentle hand taps his shoulder.

And as the second he turns to look at you, he turns around again to hide his blush.

Like a spring toy.

It'll get worse if you point it out.

"Ikuya, are you blushing?"

"I'm not!"

"Then what is this cute red on your face, huh?"

"Shut up..."

"Ikuyaaaa..."

And he just shoves his face underneath the pillow.

He's a cutie, please tease him about it.

Rei:

Rei's a cutie awkward angel, so he can't handle much of this

Once in college, I totally see him as the type to always meet with you to study, especially if you're studying the same thing.

But you had other plans...

"Alright, love. I brought some new study plan that you- AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

Rei just screeches and turns beet red.

He's such a cutie pie and very smart, but this is something that he does not know how to handle.

He does this flailing arms-screaming combo.

Please reassure him... if you're not too busy laughing.

He stutters and tries covering his face. Even after he's calmed down a bit, will stutter compliments about "how nice your outfit is... and according to theory"

"Oh, so you've investigated about this kind of clothes, eh?"

He's no longer functioning, Rei.exe is not working

Let's just say... The study session was canceled for the day...

Nagisa:

Nagisa's confidence had to be tested

Spoilers: this guy's a monster

No matter how much preparation you do, this boy will not blush

If anything, he's ecstatic, "YOU DID ALL OF THIS FOR ME?!"

He will shower you in kisses and make you feel super loved

But will also dump a ton of questions about it

Like "where did you buy it?", "was this your idea?", "what other models did you find cute?", etc.

If you did this to embarrass him, prepare for it to backfire...

This boy confidence is pure steel.

Kisumi:

Just like Nagisa, he's unbeatable.

Don't expect him to be all shy and blushy like most of the squad.

If anything, the second he sees you, he will be the one teasing you.

"Is all of this for me 😏...?"

"Well... yeah, I thought you'd like me wearing something... different?"

"I'm not talking about that..."

He will laugh at your blushing face.

"My, my... you are gorgeous... are you gonna be wearing this more often...?"

He is a jerk, but I respect his confidence.

Of course, he will make you feel loved and beautiful the whole time, showering you with kisses and the most passionate affection.

This man is even worse than the Iwatobi blonde.

Hiyori:

He is a teasy boy, something must be done.

Thankfully, he is much easier to fluster than the two guys above.

He acts all high and mighty, but the second he lays your eyes on you...

"How was practice today?"

"It was alright, Ikuya improved his ti- iiiiiiiiii..."

"Yeah?"

"W-What are you wearing?"

"I just thought I could surprise you"

And surprised he was... Thank goodness, the department would be empty until arguably late...

Not that he knows that you had planned that far ahead.

He is absolutely flustered, enjoy the chance to be the one to embarrass him for once.

He will be a puddle the rest of the evening but will still cuddle and love you.

Nao:

He is super calm, mature and unflusterable (let's pretend that's a word, k?)

The second he lays his eyes on you, he just smiles in that adorable gentle and super calm way he does.

"Darling, is that for me?"

"Y-You don't like it?"

"I love it..."

Nao is super calm and gentle, but he is also very observant.

If he sees you getting shy, he will be the most reassuring lover.

Holding you gently and assuring you that you look beautiful like this or in your everyday clothes in between kisses.

I'm not a Nao simp (o-or am I?), but this guy could literally destroy me.

Natsuya:

Another jerk, loves to tease you and is unbreakable.

When he sees you he just has these hungry eyes 🎶 ONE LOOK AT YOU AND I CAN'T DISGUISE- 🎶

Ahem

“Ah, is all of these for me?” as he grabs you by the waist.

Seriously, no matter what you do, you're not breaking him but he sure as hell will treat and love you like a god damn royal.

Momo:

Is fucking hyper flustered

You would think homeboy would be ecstatic. Which... Is partially correct.

But we all saw the ES special episode.

We know he would be red in the face just frozen in place... Huh, that rhymes.

Potentially faints.

He loves it, and once the initial shock (aka Momo rebooted his system) he will make sure to treat you right.

He is very clumsy so he may need some guidance at first.

Nitori:

He would probably die.

Lil shit is a closeted perv (given he had/has adult magazines in his dorms)

This is a dream come true and a living nightmare he's so embarrassed.

But he would have no idea what to do, probably hide with a cushion, bedsheets, notebook, whatever he grabs first.

Please reassure him.

Seijuro:

He is really confident and kind, we all know that. But I feel like he can be a bit of an airhead in this situation...

Which spares him from any embarrassment.

He just doesn't get the whole intimate and embarrassing from the moment.

It goes over his head.

That doesn't make him any less happy.

He is like “OH YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL!” and just is he's loud and passionate self while he showers you in compliments.

But if he sees you get overwhelmed he holds you gently and whispers that he really means all he's saying and really loves you and really loved this gift.

#free!#free! anime #haruka nanase #makoto tachibana #rin matsuoka #sousuke yamazaki #asahi shiina #ikuya kirishima #free! x reader #free! headcanons #free! imagines #my work #seijurou mikoshiba #ducky writes

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neosvcr · 3 years ago

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b.sk ✷ 22:14pm

warnings ✷ unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, choking, spitting, oral (f receiving), liberal use of 'princess', 'baby', 'angel', hair pulling, kwanny calls reader a dirty girl, seungkwan eats you out on the kitchen counter idk what else to say, i think that's it

(i got a lil carried away)

seungkwan came home to the smell of his favorite dish permeating through the house. he always felt an immediate blanket of comfort & relief as soon as he stepped through the doors to your shared home and it was something he knew he could never get tired of. he takes his coat off & hangs it up before ambling towards the kitchen. he leaned on the door frame, the most sickeningly sweet smile adorning his features as he watched you go about making dinner in his shirt. he was so hopelessly infatuated with you. even the little things you did had his heart skipping a beat.

after some time admiring you, he couldn't help himself and he creeped up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist just as you were about to finish up.

you jumped slightly in shock before smiling widely.

"hello my love," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder blade.

"hi baby!" you exclaimed turning around in his embrace and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. "i missed you so much,"

"i missed you so much more, princess," he replied before lifting you up and sitting you on the kitchen counter, placing himself between your legs. "you don't understand how much i've missed you,"

seungkwan draws little circles on your bare thighs with his fingers, pressing the occasional kiss on your lips. the light touches to your thigh had you letting out soft breathy whimpers. "you like this?" he questions as you nod. "i've been abandoning my baby recently, haven't i? i've not been giving you the attention you deserve? let me make it up to you darling." his smile grows as he goes in for a far more passionate kiss. though still being soft with you, he was evidently far more needier than before.

"if you want me to stop, let me know." he reminds you before trailing his hand further up your thigh towards where you need him to most. his tongue slides into your mouth as he slips your panties to the side, his fingers skilfully toying with your clit.

"you're so wet already. my dirty girl." he grins against your lips. your little sighs turn into desperate whimpers as you buck your hips against his fingers, craving more. "princess be patient." he warns with a tone that could be described as mocking.

seungkwan places one last kiss to your lips before lowering himself to his knees. he presses gentle kisses along your inner thighs. "you're so pretty, darling," he said breathily. "my pretty girl. i love you so much,"

"i love you too– ah shit" your reply gets interrupted by him placing a chaste kiss on your clit.

he loved how reactive you were to him. he loved how you were willing to take everything he gave you. he would do anything to make you feel good. you were his baby, his princess and he adored you. his tongue massages your clit, desperate to make you cum multiple times. he slides two fingers inside you, revelling in your whines and the way you squirmed. your hands ran through his hair, tugging on it when he hit that one gummy spot inside of you. it was then that you began babbling incoherently, trying your hardest to buck your hips against his warm tongue.

"shit- please, please, please- itfeelssogoo- ah- please" you said through a series of adorable whines and moans.

your reactions went straight to his dick. he takes his mouth off your clit and messily kisses your pussy lips, "yeah? it feels good? baby you're so loud." he says calmly before spitting on your clit and then sucking on it. he could tell you were close by the way you clenched around his fingers and the way you were rolled your hips in a pathetic attempt to feel more of him.

your babbling intensifies as do your moans before the pressure that had been building up in your lower stomach finally reached a peak and you coated his fingers with your cum. seungkwan pulls his fingers out of you and stands up before softly wrapping his hand from your throat, asking you to open your mouth. he inserts his fingers in your mouth, feeling your tongue swirl around his digits as he once again admires you his eyes being filled with a mixture of adoration and lust. he removes his fingers and hastily kisses you.

"i'm not done with you just yet angel."

#seventeen smut #svt smut #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut

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marsbutterfly · 3 years ago

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Let's Get Pizza

Summary: Having free time with Draken isn't something that comes very often so you make sure to make the most out of it.

Warnings: nsfw, oral sex (m! receiving), Draken is on the phone.

Lazy afternoons with Draken weren’t a common occurrence. In fact, he would spend most of his time working to save money so the two of you would be able to go out more often. When he had the day off, you would take the opportunity to stay at home and watch tv with him, doing nothing too important all day.

The two of you were lying on the couch, Draken is stretched out beneath you with one of his legs bent. You, on the other hand, find yourself on top of him, head tilted to the side so your ear is resting right above his heart.

On the tv, some random movie plays, not that you would know seeing as your mind was traveling south, a few inches away below Draken’s belt.

You place one of your hands under your chin, propping your head up to look at him. His eyes shift from the screen towards your face and your boyfriend uses his thumb to brush away a strand of hair that is stuck to your bottom lip.

He proceeds to place one arm behind his own head, making sure that the two of you are able to see eye to eye. He offers you a smile after blowing you a kiss, which you gladly accept without any complaints.

“Are you hungry?” The blonde man asks and you nod, feeling as your stomach growls.

“Yeah, can we order pizza?” You ask and he glances at his wallet, making a motion to reach for it to check if he has enough money to afford it. You force his arm down with care, not wanting him to worry about a single thing on his day off, “My treat.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes soften and you nod once more.

“I have the means, plus,” you sit up on the couch, though your ass remains on his thigh, even when he follows your movements a few seconds after, “I’m the one who offered, so it’s only fair that I’m the one to pay for it.”

He hesitates for a moment but soon lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head, “Ok, fine, but I’m getting the next one.”

“Deal!” You exclaim, pulling your phone out of your pocket, “Would you mind calling them though? I’m embarrassed.”

He gives you a distinct look, knowing you are full of shit and babbles a few incoherent words, you can barely make out what he is saying before he ultimately gives in and takes the phone out of your hand. Using google, he searches the number for your favorite place, which he finds with ease, “What do you want?”

You pause overdramatically for a couple of seconds and bring the tip of your index finger towards your chin. He rolls his eyes but still patiently awaits your answer. His fingers ghost above the green call button for a few seconds until you come up with a response.

“Medium, cheese.”

“You took all that time to end up choosing… cheese?” His voice goes an octave higher for a second or too and you can’t help but giggle at his reaction, it’s ultimately adorable.

“Yep!” You flash him a proud smile.

As Draken finally presses the number again, you feel as if a lightbulb had just been turned on in your head. You can hear the person answering the phone and, as you allow your inner devil to come out, you reach for the zipper of Draken’s pants.

His eyes widen as your hand brushes against his hardening cock. Though a little shocked, he doesn’t seem to contest your actions. In fact, he even wiggles his hips out of the pair of jeans, only bringing the material down to his knees. He doesn’t wear any underwear and you giggle as the tip of his member springs out at you without any resistance.

He patiently waits for the recorded message to end so he can place your order. While he does so, you flip your hair forward, placing it in a ponytail before ultimately twisting it into a bun. Finally, you get off his lap and take a seat right beside him.

Draken knows what’s coming his way and it causes his cock to twitch in excitement, especially when you bend your body forwards, lowering yourself on his lap. He can barely remain composed when the warmth of your mouth comes in contact with his skin.

Your tongue goes through the tip, savoring the delicious sounds he makes while your mouth teases him. You threaten to take him down your throat a few times but you only ever do so when the employee on the other end of the line picks up.

“Hi, may I take your order?” The person asks.

Draken has very little to no time at all to gather his thoughts. He can feel the muscles in your throat tightening around him as you try to get used to his full length. Your lips keep moving forward until they come in contact with the skin of his hips.

“Ah… yeah,” he moans at you, trying not to be too obvious about it or make the situation more awkward than it needed to be. He fails miserably, “Can… ah, I mean I get a medium pizza with cheese?”

“Would you like the combo?”

“One second,” he moves the phone away from his ear and places it against his shoulder, muffling the microphone so that the employee won’t be able to hear him, “Do you want the combo?”

You hum a response, causing his cock to vibrate. His eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure and you remove him from your mouth with a “pop” sound, “Yes, please.”

As his conversation goes on, you bring your dominant hand towards his member, wrapping it around the shaft and making up and down movements. The combination is enough to leave Draken seeing stars.

He proceeds to take a fistful of your hair, grabbing it by the bun on top. You simply sit there, allowing him to move your head however he sees fit. He continues to talk like nothing is happening and everything is normal, with the exception of a few grunts here and there, though you can tell he is getting close by the way he begins to buckle his hips upwards.

Draken quickened his pace, the entirety of his length gliding down your throat with ease, he doesn’t try to hide the wet sounds that come from your mouth anymore. His cock is coated in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum, it isn’t as salty as you remembered and you can even taste a hint of sweetness in it.

“So your total will be $11.95.” the chirpy employee says and Draken nods before realizing she can’t see him, “It’ll be there in 30 minutes or so.”

“Thank you so much,” he rushes to hang up the phone, not being able to hold it in any longer. His voice is low and deep, deeper than usual, “You such my cock so well, princess. I’m going to come down your throat soon, is that ok?”

You nod, giving him the explicit consent he craved. With one final pump of his hips, you feel as Draken’s warm cum slides down your tongue, all the way to your throat as you swallow every last drop he offers you.

His eyes are closed as he holds your head in place, his sensitive cock throbbing inside of your mouth as the center of your tongue goes through the tip gently, carefully enough not to overstimulate him.

“Fuck,” he curses, trying to swallow a bit of saliva, though realizing his mouth is completely dry from all the talking.

Once you are done making sure he is ready, you bring your body upwards again, using the back of your wrist to wipe away the saliva that dripped down your chain and around your mouth. Your hair is still up in a bun, he uses it to bring you closer to him and, a few seconds later, sealing your lips together. He can taste himself in every flick of your tongue and he honestly loves it.

“That poor girl on the other end,” you say and he laughs.

“She’ll be fine,” is all he says before returning to the original position, his cock still out as you lay back on top of him, hand wrapping around it, “Are you going to return the favor?” You ask, the most devious of smiles on your face.

“For you, my lady,” he responds, “anything, any time, anywhere.”

Lucky for the two of you, the pizza was still 20 minutes away.

#draken x y/n #draken x you #draken x reader #draken #draken smut #ken ryuuguji smut #ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuguji x you #ken ryuguji x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut

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yoonpobs · 4 years ago

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dilf (and love) | knj | m

pairing: kim namjoon x oc

genre: fluff, domestic fluff, smut, established relationship, marriage and kids lol

warnings: light dom/sub themes, pregnancy kink, penetrative sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), DILF JOON

words: 6, 702

summary: it's been too long since you and namjoon had time to yourselves

“God take that thing away from me!” You whine as you smother your face with your hands.

Jin pins you with a dry look as he catches a glimpse of ‘that thing’ who is looking up at you with big eyes and a toothless grin.

“That thing is your child …” Jin says blandly.

“That thing is ruining my sex life.” You narrow your eyes at Chanmi as she babbles some incoherent words with her ten-month-old vocabulary. You’d think as the daughter and apple of Kim Namjoon’s eye that she’d be able to read, write and speak sixteen languages at the age of one.

You still allow Chanmi to wrap her chubby fingers around your thinner ones and you can’t help but coo at your daughter. While she may have been the one thing that disrupted any intimate moment between you and Namjoon, you would fight anyone that would ever dare to mess with her. Your own husband included.

“Please, spare the details,” Jin mutters under his breath as he watches Chanmi fondly as she attempts to tug at your sleeve in hopes of getting your attention. You squeeze her cheeks before lifting her up in your arms and hold her close to your chest. You whine because she smells so … fresh. Just like a little bread baby that was all yours.

God, you loved her.

“My old sex life brought me this angel.” You grin up at your daughter who just smiles at you, unknowing of the context of your words.

“Can you stop using such vulgar words in front of your child?” Jin scolds you but doesn’t do anything much to take Chanmi out of your grasp.

You roll your eyes.

“She’s like 300 days old. She doesn’t even know how to shit at a decent hour let alone understand what sex is. Penis in vagina. Destroying pussy. A hole in one. Railing—”

Jin slaps his hand over your mouth to get you to stop talking as he glares at you.

“Why did my brother marry a heathen like you.” Jin seethes.

You shrug nonchalantly as you turn your head to see your dumbhead yet smart-ass husband that was attempting to glue back the shards of glass from the wine glass he broke earlier in hopes of you not realising.

“He needed to put his 148 IQ to good use and I’m the best investment his finance major ever got him.”

“The only good thing that came out of your marriage is this cutie.” Jin coos at his niece and you have half the mind to withdraw his Chanmi visiting card because whenever he was over all he did was berate you and your … unique ways of parenting.

But Jin would still say he cared for you as far as a brother-in-law would but with the added benefit of the fact that he was your best friend before he became your brother-in-law. You were an interesting character, to say the least, and the only reason you managed to befriend Jin was due to the fact that you didn’t know what boundaries meant and had invaded his personal space on the first day of lectures when you leaned over him to throw something at a know-it-all. Jin had been annoyed, but then an unlikely friendship bloomed out of the mutual distaste for ‘Howard from Accounting’.

He introduced you to Namjoon just because he thought that it was hilarious that you and his brother were polar opposites. Jin didn’t even expect the two of you to get along with each other let alone fall in love, but life had a funny way of saying ‘fuck you and your expectations’ to Jin when he least expected it.

The only thing that he regrets is the fact that now he had to listen to both you and his brother whine about your sex life, or lack thereof after the two of you became parents. Being a mother was hard because there was no manual to tell you what was right or wrong when it came to your baby but the experience itself. When you first fed Chanmi softened shrimp in her meals and caused an allergic reaction; you cried for hours straight because you felt like you should’ve just known.

Namjoon was a good partner and an even better father because he was understanding. The first few months postpartum he respected the fact that you weren’t ready to show your body to him because of the way it changed after giving birth to Chanmi, and he never told you that you were in your head for feeling that way. He validated all your feelings through all the rough edges that you gave him when you were going through your own things.

You finally felt comfortable to get naked around Namjoon at the five-month mark where your sex drive returned to that of when you were in your early twenties and just begun knowing how to truly enjoy sexual intimacies with a partner, but a five-month-old baby didn’t allow for much intimacy with your hot ass husband either.

It sucked because Namjoon had always been broad and very dad-like, and after he officially became a father to Chanmi you just felt like salivating over him every waking second you got because … God … Namjoon was a gift from the God’s themselves. Whenever you saw the way he handled Chanmi with absolute gentleness and care you felt like dropping to your knees and sucking the soul out of him. It didn’t help that he wore his glasses every night when he tucked her into bed and read her Shakespeare because it would ‘help with development’. You loved your husband but he was a little excessive.

“Oh God stop drooling over my brother!” Jin grimaces when he sees the bedroom eyes you were shooting Namjoon from where the two of you were with Chanmi.

You sigh dreamily and lean against your palm as you check out Namjoon’s ass.

“I can’t help that your brother and my husband has an ass like that.” You click your tongue.

Chanmi giggles again and it’s like a bell chiming at your favourite cafe when you cuddle her closer, feeling comfort in her scent. She smelt just like home and bubbles.

“How about I give you a sibling, huh?” You whisper to Chanmi who just opens her mouth to babble. Jin on the other hand facepalms himself and sighs.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m horny.” You shrug.

“Correction: you’re insufferable on a daily basis but absolutely horrifying to deal with when you’re horny.” He sneers.

“I just need to bed him and I’ll be fine.” You drawl, as your husband who spent the better half of your conversation fixing the wine glass grins to himself with his dimples when he finally placed the last piece of glass back into place. He was so meticulous and cute for the wrong reasons.

“Jesus, stop …” Jin groans.

“Jesus would definitely tell me to go get that dick because I deserve it.” You pat yourself on the back and wince slightly when you smell the telltale signs of Chanmi’s poop permeating the air.

“Say … would Yoongi mind having Chanmi over your place for the weekend?” Jin recognizes the devious expression you have on your face and knows that there’s no way out of it.

“I don’t have a choice do I?” Jin sighs.

You shake your head.

“Nope. Cause’ I texted Yoongi yesterday and said he totally wants to see his niece. The baby bag is all ready to go and it’s in the nursery.” You cock your thumb to the room down the hallway and Jin thinks to himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t have introduced you to his brother at all seven years back.

“It’s weird without her …” Namjoon frowns as the two of you stand in the nursery as if you were mourning the loss of your child. It felt a lot like it, though.

The two of you never spent more than a few hours away from Chanmi ever since she was born and it felt weird to not smell her vomit from the kitchen or hear her giggles as you cooked dinner. You missed Namjoon and the spark you had in the first years of your relationship but you also felt a little empty without Chanmi’s presence with you.

“I miss her.” You whine into Namjoon’s chest and he clutches you tightly as if to say that he mirrored your sentiment.

“Should we call them?” You look up at him with wide eyes and he smoothes the frown lines on your forehead and chuckles, offering a gentle kiss to your temples.

“We called fifteen minutes ago, remember?” He chides you gently.

You huff, “I just … it’s so quiet. Where are my baby babbles?” You pout.

Namjoon sighs and rubs his thumb comfortingly on your arm when you look around at the purple nursery with reminders of your daughter that wasn’t currently with you.

“Let’s enjoy what we have, okay love?” Namjoon offers, “I miss Chanmi too but I miss this too.”

You smile at him the way he first fell in love with you years ago and leans down to place a peck onto your lips.

“I miss having you all to myself.” He whispers against your lips and you shiver at the way his broadness is clouding all your senses.

“You always have me Joon.” You tell him in a tone as soft as his.

His chest rumbles when he laughs and you feel so warm in the comfort of your husband's arms and you felt it too. Besides the physical aspect of having sex with him, you missed holding him like this without a care in the world. Most of your cuddle sessions were left to the nights you slept next to each other in bed because the two of you were either exhausted with work or trying to care for Chanmi. It’s been a long time since you could just feel Namjoon’s presence with you.

“Besides … we can finally, you know …” He mumbles shyly into your hair and the devil horns that you hide most of the time reappear.

“What, Joon?” You smirk up at him, hands trailing slowly down his chest.

Your husband was so big that every room he walked into he basically commanded the attention of every single person that would come across him. That’s what happens when you’re six foot and broad like him. But you loved the fact that you were the only one that got to see the much softer side to him that he didn’t just show anyone. The fact that he was the CEO of his own company made his persona ever more intimidating than he actually was but you knew he was a huge softie on the inside.

The two of you were very different in many senses. From your personalities to the way you approached conflict. Namjoon was very diplomatic but you were anything but. He was truly the most empathetic and understanding person you’ve met in your entire life and you’ve seen a total of ten therapists in your teenage years. Namjoon was the balance that levelled your temper and uninhibited tendencies to always be the loudest person in every room. With every time you snarked at someone who pushed your buttons came Namjoon that placed a gentle hand on your back with a soft whisper of comfort.

In fact, most people thought the two of you would have never lasted. You heard those mean girls in college that made petty bets on the fact that you’d probably end up leaving him because you were too much of a bitch to deal with someone as kind as Namjoon. You remembered most of your fights being about your insecurities and how you always thought that Namjoon deserved better and with him telling you that you were the one for him.

Looking back, you laugh because the two of you were theoretically horrible for each other but exactly what the other needed. Namjoon needed someone free-spirited enough to manage his meticulous tendencies and you needed someone willing to see you for more than your erratic behaviour.

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?” Namjoon hums when he realises you’re not paying attention to him anymore. He clasps your hands together to bring back your attention to him as you look up at him with eyes so full of love.

“Just reminiscing on the old days.” You tell him and he snorts.

“You say that as if we’re ancient.”

“You’re not fooling anyone. I heard your joints cracking when you bent down to pick up the strands of hair on the floor.” You tease.

“And who’s fault is it that I’m constantly bending over to pick up strands of hair because she sheds like a cat?” He retorts playfully.

“We’re both old.” You pout, playing with his fingers and admiring the glimmer of his wedding ring. You can’t believe you bagged a man like Namjoon.

“I still got it, though.” He adds thoughtfully and you raise an eye at his comment.

“Got what?”

“My game.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you burst out laughing because it was so on-brand for Namjoon to make a comment like that but blush when you got a little more touchy-feely with him when he least expected it.

“How about you show me then?” You whisper as you turn around to press yourself against his chest, ensuring that your cleavage was on full show to his line of vision when he looks down at you.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits after the pregnancy?” He tells you breathily and you snort.

“So you didn’t like my tits before I gave birth to your child?”

He rolls his eyes and reaches his hands below your thighs to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The way he could effortlessly carry you and lift you up always made your heart and nether regions flutter because he was so big that he basically towered over you. Especially when he became a dad it was like his hot factor exploded exponentially. He basically became the epitome of a dilf.

“You and your mouth,” He tsks as he carries you out of the nursery and into your bedroom, “I just may need to shut you up.”

You whine into his chest before he tosses you down onto your mattress as he towers over you, looking over your body like you were the finest piece of art he’s ever seen. Namjoon always had ways to make you feel like a million bucks even though you were in an old camisole and your old college varsity sweatpants.

“Why don’t you do it then?” You tease back.

You were different from the women that Namjoon has been with prior to your seven-year-long relationship as most of them were pliant and quiet, and took whatever he gave to them. Don’t get him wrong, he loved playing the dominant character in bed but he also needed a brat to push his buttons and it was exactly what you were. Even if the two of you were so fundamentally different in personalities, the two of you were definitely sexually compatible.

“Flip over.” He demands and you whine before reluctantly turning over.

“I want to see you.” You whine petulantly.

You feel him rather than have him verbally respond to you because he delivers a tight slap to your ass as you gasp at the impact. He rubs his hands soothingly over your butt cheeks and squeezes them as he leans over your body, crowding your back with his body heat.

“Don’t be a brat ___.” He sneers into your ear and the moan is stuck on your throat when you feel him drag his hands all over your body until it reaches under your body to reach for your tits.

“Fuck. I love your tits.” He groans.

Namjoon’s hands immediately trail down your body until they reach the hem of your shorts and you wiggle your ass back at him teasingly. You hear him growl and you always knew that Namjoon was an ass man and your ass made him weak.

“Need I remind you that you’re in no position to tease, sweetheart?” He whispers into your ear and you feel the goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin.

“Fuck. Please—Joon, touch me.” You gasp as you feel him pull down your shorts to be greeted with a cheeky pair of panties that left little to imagine of what hides underneath. Your husband had the talent of getting you obscenely wet without doing much and it’s proven again when you feel the uncomfortable ache between your legs as he flips your body over once again to get a good glimpse of your heaving body, as well as the stain on your panties.

His knuckles trace the inner side of your thigh carefully as he avoids the place you need him the most while you feel more wetness pool at your entrance. You’ve been deprived of his touch for way too long and that caused your sensitive reactions to anything that he did. You missed his fingers so much and having him so close yet so far away from your pussy was destroying your restraint.

“Namjoon p-please!” You cry when he finally cups your mound with his large palm.

He digs the heel of his palm straight into your clit as you arch your back and let out a low moan.

“So wet baby and I’ve barely done anything.” He taunts you with the low baritone of his voice.

“You make me so wet Joonie.” You pant when you feel him grind his palm into your clit some more, providing the satisfying friction that you’ve been craving.

The feeling doesn’t last long because he’s hastily removing your panties from your legs and tosses them somewhere over his shoulder. His face is directly in front of your pussy and you can’t help but feel flustered at the proximity of his breath to your hole. You’ve done this a million times before but the familiarity is slightly lost due to the time between the last and the present.

“Where’s the brat that couldn’t shut her mouth before, hm?” He mumbles and you feel every breath against your pussy. You squirm and feel his large hands wrap around your thighs, locking you into position so you wouldn’t be able to move.

“It’s just been so—ah—long,” You tell him breathily.

“Too long. Missed this pussy.” He says as a parting gift before he dives straight into your clit and begins to lap rounds over the hardened bud. You let out a high pitched moan at the pleasure he was providing you with just his tongue alone, and the way that he knew just where to focus on your clit with tense figure-eights.

“Ah—ah, fuck—Joon!” You groan as your hands wrap around his hair to tug at it. You feel him moan against your pussy, which sends vibrations up to your core and causes more wetness to pool at your centre.

Namjoon is relentless when he digs his hands harder into the meat of your thighs to prevent you from moving too much as he continues to suction on your clit, focusing his attention on it as much as he could. After years of being together, he just knew what you loved and this was it.

You liked it messy. Wet and fast, and Namjoon always gave it to you good. He pulls away momentarily so he could look up at you with a hooded gaze and you let out a high pitched whine when you see the glistening of his chin all the way up to his nose with the signs of your wetness staining him. His fingers run up your thighs teasingly and you shift under his ministrations only for him to smack your right thigh harshly.

“If you move you don’t get to cum.” He threatens you and you immediately still your body with the impossible threat.

You feel his fingers run up and down on your slit as he gathers all your wetness into one place, hovering slightly over your clit. You have to keep your whine to a minimum because Namjoon got real mean when he wanted to. But he was a good lover—so good.

Your hole is throbbing with a need to be filled, and your husband picks up on that immediately as he prods your entrance with the tip of his index finger. You attempt to grind down on him as you make eye contact with the dark eyes that threaten to take away your orgasm.

“I said. Don’t. Move.” He reminds you.

You whimper in silence as he teases your hole a little more before he decides to return home into the warmth of your walls. The moment that barrier was broken, you feel him go straight for the hook as he reaches his index finger all the way up until his knuckles. You hear Namjoon hiss under his breath as he begins prodding your walls until he finds—

“Fuck—there, Joon—ah!” You gasp, head tilting backwards when your husband finds your g-spot.

Namjoon smirks to himself and slides another finger in to hook them upwards into your g-spot, unmoving as he stills himself against the area; causing pure, unaltered pleasured to run through your veins. You’re vibrating and twitching all at once because you can’t control the involuntary response that comes with your husband's demon fingers that are causing every possible pleasurable feeling to run through your system.

You can’t keep the moan to yourself either as Namjoon looks at you with awe, but you miss it because your eyes are too busy being rolled to the back of your head at the way Namjoon skilfully thrusts into your pussy.

“H-Harder, p-please Joon—wanna cum so bad.” You moan and run your fingers through his hair to bring his mouth closer to your mound.

He lowly chuckles and shakes his head at your sex drive. And the next thing he does next nearly makes you cum on the spot.

The way he gathers his spit at the back of his throat was borderline pornographic as you see the way his throat revs up. He drops the glob of spit directly onto your clit and uses the hand that wasn’t in your pussy to spread the lubricant all over your slit. He purposefully grazes your clit but doesn’t apply enough pressure to make your head spin, but just enough for you to whine in want.

“Your pussy is so pretty love.” He coos, leaning into your mound to deliver kitten-licks to your clit, and the warmth of his tongue with the added addition of his fingers feels all too much.

“J-Joon!” You gasp when you feel him thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your pussy that your body hitched up the surface of the bed. Every thrust was accompanied by the direct assault of his tongue on your clit as he presses down on the hardened bud with the purpose to drive you closer to your orgasm.

You were painfully close, and the precision of his fingers at your g-spot allows you to revel in the way the coil in your body is ready to snap, so close to release. Namjoon leans down so that his head is where you love him the most, between your thighs as he scores the final goal and presses his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my god Joon—fuck—s-so good—I’m gonna cum!” Your back arches off the bed uselessly because of the way that Namjoon uses his other hand to pin you down, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach.

“Come for me pretty girl.” He coos against your clit and the vibrations is what sends you over the edge.

He fucks his fingers into you as you orgasm, kitten licking your clit with just enough pressure for you to whine as you buck your hips up into his mouth involuntarily.

“Fuck. Baby—hurts.” You whine, pushing his head away from your pussy when the overstimulation gets to you.

Namjoon places one last teasing peck on your clit, which causes you to twitch and pinch his neck as he chuckles, dragging his hand up your body to bring you closer to him.

“Still got it, hm?” He whispers against the column of your neck as you roll your eyes.

“Just kiss me you fool.” You pull him in for a kiss, and your tongue immediately finds its place home in Namjoon’s mouth.

It’s probably because it’s been so long since the two of you could feel each other like this, without any rush to get it over with but with the freedom to enjoy each other’s bodies as much as you’d like. Namjoon’s hands were the truth of that as he trails his arms down the sides of your waist and tugs you closer to him by your hips until he reaches for the hem of your camisole to tug it off your body.

He grabs the mounds of flesh in his hands and squeezes them hard enough to cause another gush of wetness to drip down the side of your thighs and onto his sweatpants. Besides the fact that he delivered a mind-blowing orgasm to you, the stained wetness of his sweatpants from his pre-cum and your slick is enough for you to push him down onto the bed.

“I’m gonna suck your cock.” You kiss him on the lips one last time before you’re leaning down to palm him over his sweatpants.

He hisses above you and grabs the back of your neck lovingly that it has you snorting.

“You know if you’re laughing at my dick my feelings are going to be very hurt,” Namjoon says from above you.

“It’s just …” You shake your head and giggle as you clench your fist around the outline of Namjoon’s cock as he lets out a low breath of approval at your action.

“You used to shove my head onto your cock the moment I reached your pants and now you’re so soft.” You tease.

You hear his breath hitch and the grip on your neck tighten at your taunting words. The excitement already pooling in your stomach at the roughness that would ensue from your husband.

“Me? Soft? Is that what you want baby?” His tone is warning and you know he’s serious.

You shake your head as you look up at him with innocent eyes, a stark contrast to the hand that continues to fondle his balls over his sweatpants.

“Don’t be a bitch and take my cock out.” He sneers, and you smile to yourself cheekily—knowing you hit a sore spot.

You happily oblige as you pull Namjoon’s sweats down to be greeted with your husbands cock. The visual itself has your pussy throbbing, and every time you’re faced with it, you always burn with the prospect of his thick cock pounding into your pussy.

“Now suck it like a good girl.” He guides your head towards his dick but you’re proactive enough to fully start licking at his tip, tongue teasing his slit as you hear him let out a low groan.

Your eyes are locked on his figure, as his head is thrown back. You want to grind on the sheets but you know that would delay him fucking you so you decide against it. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate the visual that your husband was giving you from where you were.

Namjoon had always been handsome. But there’s something about seeing him throw his head back in pleasure because of you that has your stomach churning with pride. You’d shamelessly admit that you were more on the possessive side, purely because you knew there were many men and women out there who desired Namjoon in more ways than one; and you didn’t like sharing one bit.

You spit onto his dick as your hands worked the rest of the length that you didn’t engulf in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks to create a suction. Your tongue begins to tease the underside of his shaft, the way he likes the most and you know he’s enjoying your focus there because the hand that grips your neck is now tightly clutching your hair in a fist.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby.” He groans.

Motivated by the praise, you sink deeper, hands resting on his thick thighs as you push yourself until your nose reaches his pelvis. You’ve taken his cock like a champion on many occasions, and you can only thank him for that like the numerous times he had to guide you down on his cock were probably the only reason why your tiny throat could welcome his thick girth.

The sounds of you chocking on his dick was a lot for Namjoon, mainly because he couldn’t get enough of his wife but also because he’s been waiting out to bust a nut down your throat—actually your pussy—so long that he can’t handle the onslaught of pleasure your mouth brings him.

“Baby—baby,” He tugs you off his cock and the redness around your cheeks with the tears that pool at your waterline is enough to make his heart soar. Even though you were nasty in bed, he loved every single part of your forwardness.

“Your mouth is amazing but I need to cum in your pussy.” He tells you.

You whine at his declaration and allow him to manhandle you until you were face down ass up, ass pressed tightly against his pelvis as you grind your wet cunt over the hardness of his dick.

“Fuck—you’re so wet, baby. You like sucking my cock?” He growls, arms reaching around your stomach to pull your body flush against his chest.

When you reach your hand to wrap around his head to balance yourself, you see a view of your bodies together in your mirror. Courtesy of when you first moved in and due to you and Namjoon’s egocentric tendencies of wanting to see you guys fucking each other.

“S-So much Joon.” You garble.

His hand reach down to cup your mound and digs his palm into your clit as you grind down against his hand. You feel him loosely trace over your clit to gather your wetness into his hand to lather it over his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He whispers in your ear when he lines his cock against your entrance.

You whine, excitement erupting inside of you—until he finally slides it.

It definitely takes you by surprise because your husband was big. And the fact that you haven’t had his dick in you for months made it much more of a pleasant surprise when he bottoms out completely in one swift thrust of his hips, which causes your body to fall forward as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck. This tight pussy’s mine, right?” He growls.

You nod your head into the sheets as he begins with a few experimental thrusts as you adjust to the slight, yet pleasurable, sting in your lower half.

Until you squeeze his hand on your hip to give him the go, Namjoon settles for slow thrusts into your pussy, but it’s enough to prod at your pleasurable spot because not only is Namjoon smart, kind, funny, handsome and ridiculously a great father—he is phenomenal at sex. Probably why he knocked you up on the night of your honeymoon with your bundle of joy.

Namjoon begins snapping his hips into yours relentlessly like a man starved, and starved he was. He’s missed the wet heat of your pussy; and God did he love your daughter—but he missed this—your pussy.

“F-Fuuuuu—” You’re heaving.

Namjoon continues to thrust into your pussy, angling his hips upwards so that he’d reach places deeper than ever as your eyes roll to the back of your heart in pleasure.

“Fuck—this—tight—pussy—” His words follow the sharpness of his thrusts and you don’t even know where to grab because all your sensations are heightened, especially when Namjoon reaches a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing it vigorously.

“Nam—Joon!”

You’re so wet that the squelch of his thrusts is echoed in your bedroom, and the only thing you hear besides that is your loud moans and the heavy breathing coming from Namjoon.

It’s only when he plants his knees firmly into the mattress and brings your hips to meet his thrusts is when you feel your pussy clench uncontrollably around his cock as you wail out his name.

“Fuck, baby—you’re clenching—so—hard.” He groans, pushing his hips deeper into your pussy.

“Love your cock,” You moan, “Fuck—Joon, please—fuck your cum into me.”

“Yeah?” He grits his teeth and flips your over effortlessly, dragging your leg over his shoulder as he begins pounding into you even harder as he admires the way your face contorts in pleasure.

“Yeah.” You nod your head like a sex-crazed maniac because your husband was just too good with his hips.

“Gonna give you another baby.” He whispers when he leans down into your face as your eyes widen at his declaration. Your pussy reacts too, gushing out even more wetness as it becomes tighter around Namjoon’s cock.

“Fuck. You like that idea? A sibling for Chan’?” He grinds his pelvis into your clit as his words spur your second orgasm for the night on.

“No shit?” You gasp when he revs up his spit in the back of his throat, looking at your mouth invitingly.

“Yeah,” He says breathlessly, and you open your mouth to welcome his tongue when he drops the glob of spit down your throat.

You whine, feeling your orgasm coming so closely.

“Fuck Joon—I’m gonna cum.” You gasp.

You feel Namjoon’s hips stutter and you know he’s coming soon too.

“Me too baby.” He tells you while giving you the set of most adoring eyes ever. Even as he’s fucking you into the next dimension, Namjoon makes you feel so utterly loved and whole that you can’t imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else.

He snaps his hips the hardest he’s ever done throughout the entire night, and you feel your pussy throb so much; signalling to you and Namjoon that your release was right there.

“Baby—I’m gonna—I’m gonna c-cum,” You grab onto his shoulder to pull him closer to you.

He welcomes it and leaves open mouth kisses onto your mouth as he fucks into you like a mad man.

“Cum.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach an explosive orgasm, one that quite literally causes you to blank out for a second because while Namjoon’s hot cum spurts into your pussy short after you came, he feels your body go limp in his embrace; causing his eyes to widen.

Only until you’re blinking up at him dazedly is when he holds you to his chest, as you feel his chest rumble when he chuckles.

“Baby … I thought you died.” He cards a hand through your hair and you smile at him, stupidly in love.

“If I die because of your dick I’d be happy.” You grin at him cutely. And he scoffs at the way you look so cute after you’ve been fucked to hell and back.

“My horny little monster,” He flicks your forehead as you bring him close to your chest, his dick still settled inside of you. But there was a sort of intimacy that you couldn’t quite put words to, but welcomed the gesture nevertheless.

“Were you serious?” You ask after a while of sharing a few intimate pecks to each others’ lips.

He finally pulls out to roll on his side as he reaches over to pull your close to his chest. He raises an eyebrow at your expression when you feel his cum leak out of you.

“God you really didn’t jack off recently, did you?” You ask.

He pecks you on the nose as he quickly tugs clean boxers over his legs and disappears into your on-suite. You sigh to yourself dreamily, thinking of how lucky you were to be with someone as loving and compassionate as Namjoon was.

You weren’t necessarily unlucky when it came to your relationships prior to him, but there would always be dealbreakers that caused splits to be more bitter than neutral. Namjoon was the only man in your life that you could speak to without fearing any judgement from because he wasn’t like that. He knew how to make you feel wanted and also how to want yourself, all while being your best friend and partner.

When he returns, he returns with a damp cloth and immediately begins cleaning up the mess between your thighs, even as he cheekily mentions how there was more from where that came from as you slap him on the shoulder.

Once he ensures he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth into the laundry basket and grabs a big t-shirt of his to slip it over your body. You hum in satisfaction as his scent overwhelms you, even more so when he tugs you close to his body and he looks at you with all the love in the world.

“You asked if I was serious earlier?” He repeats your question and you nod your head looking up at him.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy smile when he leans down to pull your face towards his own as you admire all the freckles and pores on his skin, fingers tracing loosely over the wrinkles that come with age.

“I know it’s sudden but … I’ve been thinking about our family and—I want our family to become bigger.” He tells you like it’s a secret. You know he’s been mulling over it for quite a while because he looks a little unsure of himself, but all you can do is smile widely at him.

“Really?” You ask, playing with the hair on the back of his neck when you feel his fingers trace over the skin on your back.

“Of course. I love you, and I love Chanmi. I’ve always wanted kids and you brought the best gift in my life to me and … I can’t explain how happy I am when I’m with the two of you.” He smiles at you gently.

You don’t know if it’s because he just fucked you so good, or was it because you were lovesick, but your eyes water because Namjoon was Namjoon.

“But—if you’re not ready then I understand and we can—”

“Yes.” You interrupt him.

His eyes widen as you see the excitement begin to pour into his irises.

“Wait—really?” He asks innocently.

You nod your head and kiss him on the lips softly, no rush as he returns the gesture, holding you close onto his chest where you feel the best in his arms.

“Yes really. I want what you want. And I think it’s about time Chanmi gets a sibling, no?” You tease.

He groans like you’re unreal as he buries his head into the crook of your neck as you caress him gently. Namjoon was really just like an oversized baby and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“When?” He asks.

You tease your fingertips down to his chest and offer him a knowing look.

“Now?” You feign indifference but you can see the wide grin he sports on his face.

“Fuck. Don’t say that. I think my dick is going to fall off at how hard I fucked you just now,” He whined.

“You’re getting old,” You massage his shoulders as he sighs.

“I am …” He acknowledges, “But we’ll grow old together, right?”

The prospect of a future of unknowns with Namjoon only makes your heart bloom. You nod your head, not another word need to be uttered as he holds you in his arms, excited for what’s to come.

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Hi love! ❤️

Mkay so like.... Suguru walks in and finds out his gf has a cam acc- and just like straight up ruins her online

This has been on my mind all day but idfk how to write it

a/n: AHAH hey babe!!! this concept is 😌👌 so i hope i did you proud w this. also if ur really into the whole getting-ruined-online concept and you fuck w dabi may i recommended @katslutski ‘s smile for the camera series; it is one of my favs

getou suguru x f!reader

tags/warnings: masturbation, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, filming, facial, mild bondage, mild overstimulation

w/c: 1.4k

you rubbed your clit in rushed circles, projecting a cluster of fake high-pitched moans and arching your back for the camera. it really didn’t feel that great, but you were damn good at pretending it did — and the cash was flowing in as a result.

you could see the notifications of donations and new patrons popping up on the side of your screen and you let a soft sigh of satisfaction leave your lips. these fuckers were so horny that they’d send you stacks of their income just to see you fondle your cunt — pigs.

between the blood rushing to your ears from your approaching orgasm and the soft music playing through you room you didn’t even notice the sound of your front door opening. you were completely unaware of your boyfriend’s presence in your home until he was standing in your bedroom doorway — a confused but amused expression across his face.

“am i interrupting something?” he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“suguru! i thought you were busy today, i-” you scrambled to explain yourself and grab a sheet from your bed to pull over your exposed body.

“plans changed,” he shrugged and cut you off, entering your bedroom, “maybe you should start locking your front door when you’re doing shit like this”.

you stared at him with horrified eyes, worried that he might break up with you for this kind of thing — he didn’t seem mad but he definitely wasn’t happy either. you quickly lunged for your laptop/camera set-up, attempting to end your livestream, but suguru moved quicker. he grasped your wrist in his strong fingers and looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“leave it on, doll,” he purred at you, releasing your wrist and pushing you back towards the bed, “go ahead and finish the show for them”.

completely stunned, you fell back onto your elbows and gave him a hesitant look. it’s not like you were embarrassed or anything— shit, you did this like every day, but you were severely confused by his reaction.

he nodded at the computer screen with hazy eyes, “they’re waiting. why are you so shy all of the sudden? you should be used to having an audience”.

after a final moment of hesitation you leaned back, fingers returning down to your clit to resume where you’d left off. it was a little more awkward with suguru watching, but the way he was ordering you around was kind of hot, so your stiffness quickly faded.

and you knew your body well, what worked and what didn’t, so it was only a matter of minutes before you were rocking your hips into your hand and letting exaggerated whimpers slide between your teeth. the orgasm was mediocre at best, but you had to dress it up and wrap it in a bow for your precious patrons.

at some point during your little show suguru had rid himself of his clothing and was now climbing into the messy sheets with you.

“let me see your hands,” he stated blankly, his fingers gripped around the belt that had been looped through his pants just a few minutes ago.

“this is live you know,” you gave him a concerned look — you were confused but not opposed, holding your hands out behind your back.

“oh, i know,” he took care in gently wrapping your wrists together as tight as the belt would go and then helped you onto you knees.

the duskiness of his eyes filled you with a splendid mix of fear and excitement, but before you could even get a good look you were being shoved into the bed.

“put your face in the pillows, doll,” he ordered lazily as you faceplanted into one of the several pillows at the head of your bed.

his strong hands were quickly gripped around your hips, the tip of his rock-hard member brushing teasingly against your entrance. you were already practically dripping, the sticky liquids from your earlier orgasm still glistening around your edges. it made his access easy, his aching cock sliding with little effort.

“let’s show all of your fans how much of a dumb cock-whore you become when i’m inside you,” he thrusted using hard, firm strokes right from the start.

and of course he was absolutely right — you lost any inkling of a coherent thought once you were stuffed full with his length. you moaned, whimpered, and squirmed underneath him like the pathetic little cam girl you were. but with suguru, none of your performance was a façade — he truly knew how to make you melt under his touch. and melted and useless was exactly how he liked you, so he had every intention of fucking you dumb in front of your audience today.

and that’s exactly what he did. it was his own foul way of punishing you; turning you into a drooling cum-slut who had completely forgotten she was being broadcasted live. if you wanted to be a whore for a living, he’d show everyone just how much of a whore you were — but only for him.

you’re not even sure how long it’s been — all you know is that you’re orgasming for the fourth time; or was it the fifth? sixth? you’d lost count somewhere along the way.

dull waves of pleasure racked through your body and sent quivers under your skin. you whined and wriggled, murmuring incoherent babbles as you rocked your hips back and forth on his cock to milk the most out of your climax.

“that’s five times, baby,” suguru’s voice sounded miles away, “my dick feels good inside you, doesn’t it?”

you thrashed your head up and down against the pillow, mumbling the word yes over and over as your body twitched from overstimulation. glistening mixtures of fluids were squelching out as he continued thrusting into your cunt, some dripping all the way down your legs.

and he didn’t let you take any breaks — nonstop fucking you even while your pussy was throbbing with sensitivity. the overstimulation was excruciating, and you were a complete mess of trembles and whimpers.

“so pitiful,” you heard a dark laugh rumble from his throat, “there’s thousands and thousands of people watching you be my disgusting little fuck-toy right now, and you’re just gonna keep taking it, aren’t you?”

you weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly. your brain had short circuited a while ago, and you were just absent mindedly nodding your head and mumbling agreements to everything he said. the pillowcase beneath your head was nearly soaked in saliva now too, your feeble mouth hanging open while drool continued to seep from the corners of your lips.

“i think i want you to finish me with your mouth, doll, how does that sound?” he slowed his pace, pushing lazy thrusts into your hips while you mindlessly nodded your head again.

“pathetic little baby; you have no idea what i’m even saying to you right now, do you?” you heard suguru laughing from behind you; but all you could manage in response was a few scattered whimpers.

he abruptly unsheathed himself from inside you, and strangled whines escaped your throat at his sudden absence. no! more, please, please, suguru please, you murmured with an embarrassing lack of control and your boyfriend couldn’t do anything but laugh at you in your shameful state.

“turn around and open those pretty lips,” he reached down and helped you to flip over before straddling your chest and pressing his hot, sticky member against your lips.

you opened them graciously, too braindead to even notice the bitter taste of his precum mixed with your own fluids. he mouth-fucked you with obscene force, the walls of your throat painfully expanding every time he thrusted in. you choked and sputtered, drool leaking down your lips and all over your chin.

when suguru’s own orgasm was right on the cusp he removed himself from your mouth and sprayed his seed all over your face. from your forehead to your chest you were coated in sticky globs of semen, and you sucked down the drips that made it into your mouth like they were liquid gold.

“lets see how many of your precious viewers come back after this — now that they saw you disintegrate into the helpless little cum slut that you are, now that they know you’re mine”.

#getou suguru #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou #getou smut #getou suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk oneshot #jjk x reader #smut #geto suguru #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader

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historia-vitae-magistras · 2 years ago

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Okay, so in order to accurately read my review: first imagine a good 15 minutes of incoherent screaming/babbling/gesticulating while I tried to calm my brain down enough to explain why it was reacting like that.

Then imagine me carefully selecting "the best lines" only to realize I'd "selected" a good 90% of the fic.

Now:

"He was quiet and still for a moment, and Matthew thought that particular enough to frown.

"'What's the matter?'

"'I forgot my question.' Jack gave a sheepish grin. 'Sorry.'"

I love them, your honor. Poor Matt's just trying to sleep off a migraine, but Jack Has A Question and will be satisfied... oh, nope, he forgot. And "Jack sitting still is weird enough that something's wrong" is just... it's this little touch of knowing his brother, and also the lead in to "he forgot his very important question," and I love it.

"'Where's Father?'

"'Drunk,' Zee chirped, and Matthew startled. She had appeared in the doorway without him even hearing when the swish of her skirts should have been as loud enough to alert him, but he really was out of it. Oh God, were both of them on the same mission? He sat up. Jack could be distracted but Zee? She was a bloodhound. And she never forgot anything."

Again, I love them. Zee's matter of fact statement (Arthur, quit getting drunk in front of your weans), and "oh shit, I can't get out of this if she's on the case." The little juxtaposition between his reaction to both of their appearances and how he thinks of them... I love it, I love it so much.

"'Oh, right! That's what I wanted to ask. Olly's head.' said Jack. 'The one that Father says he keeps up on the mantle in that fancy box,' He pointed at the carved mahogany box on the mantel, etched with what he'd bet was Uncle Rhys spell work, but they didn't talk about that."

Okay, so to insert my own question, because Jack and I are kindred spirits in that regard: if the skull was in a glass case before the house was Jack-proofed, does that mean the box was made recently? Did the previous display include any spell work, or was there a reason to add it for the box specifically? Either "it's been warded since the day it came off" or "it was added well over a century later" would be fascinating looks into Arthur's mindset around the thing. Also, the image of Arthur asking his big brother to help him with magic... I'm so obsessed with the moments when, even at the height of the Empire, Arthur leans on his brothers.

"She lifted her chin and stared right back. 'You've seen it. So if it isn't in the box, show us the box.'"

This is such a small thing - I loved Matt trying to lie to get out of it and immediately getting outsmarted by Zee. Do not lie to the small child, Matt, she can best you.

"Arthur had made him look at it. Back then, before the house had been Jack-proofed, it had been displayed behind glass. The horrible shrunken skull with tight, parchment-mummified skin and a grinning jaw that wiggled when the display cloche over its base moved at all. It was a French flag over his land back then. Arthur had only closed one hand over his neck and made him look. The implication had been clear. That's where you'll end up, too, my boy, if you're not careful."

Aaaaaaand I am immediately snapped out of the cute sibling interaction and into the fucked-up-ness of their "family" and its existence. I just... fuck. Arthur deciding to threaten the small child under his care, and Matt understanding the threat... And the way you worded it absolutely drives the terror and the... power? Control? home. I can see it happening and feel the emotional tension between Matt and Arthur in that moment. And you did it in three sentences.

"At home… the head is powerful." She said carefully, as if translating a concept she'd never spoken about into English was difficult. Perhaps it was. Matthew didn't know what to say to that.

Once again crying over Zee. She's part English, sure, and in many ways the most like Arthur - but there's this whole other side to her that she can't talk about or represent the way she wants. Something about this bit is really driving home what she, Jack, and Matt are and the inherent fucked-up-ness of their existence.

"'Then why's Father got it?', Zee asked. They drew nearer, and Matthew stood, pulling them with him, needing out of that room, away from that box and its half-forgotten contents. He walked them to the door, remembering a day when he had been the problem, the opponent, the obstacle in father's way.

"'Because he made father his enemy.'"

[Cue my brain bursting into flames trying to process the emotions]

It's a lot. Like, Zee and Jack are just after "ooh, the creepy skull!" (with some cultural hesitation on Zee's part), but Matt's thinking about "the skull the man who calls himself our father used to communicate that I need to watch my step or I WILL be removed from the equation." But at the same time - sure it hasn't been said to the other two because they've been under the English flag since birth (well... legally), but they live under that same threat. The dichotomy of them being kids after something creepy their dad has, but also colonial holdings asking about the proof that the empire is vindictive and will end an enemy no matter where he finds it... it's doing things to my brain.

This fic was both extremely entertaining and gave me a LOT to think about, thank you so much for sharing it!

My brain just screams joy at me for like two days straight every time you comment I can't even express how happy it makes me. Everything I'm trying to do comes through to someone and it... it works???? A miracle. And god, yeah, Arthur in all likelihood wouldn't have hurt Matt because generally children are the one thing that can stay his hand in most contexts but if he'd been an obstacle threatening Alfred in a way that Arthur could tangibly see, it would have been done. He's generally more interested in protecting his children even before he properly claims them but they are possessions before they're people in so, so very many ways. Collected like the stuffed birds and the contents of the green house. Zee is trying so hard to articulate these concepts that have no English translation, unite these aspects of her that are utterly at odds and Jack's still young enough his questions don't have bitter unsatisfying answers yet and Matt already knows what they'll grow up to understand someday. There's just so much bullshit that lives in my brain and I'm so happy it got out on paper!

So this is something I'm kind of adding into established works because I audited a course on the history of magic and folklore to make a reference collection for those students to use and I got drop kicked back into my teenage pagan phase so now the hard core realism I've always liked sticking too is more and more turning into a very annoying attempt at magical realism I am so sorry lmao.

So I actually had 3 versions of the Cromwell head. One where it was as somewhat recorded in history. Just dried out, spooky, and sitting on the mantel. The second was that Arthur actually fused Cromwell's soul in there and actually talked to the thing sometimes. But that felt weird so I went with the third. That the skull, as was often thought of skulls through early European history acts as a kind of conduit. Arthur needs it because of all his siblings I think might actually be the weakest in whatever kind of magical ability there may be, I haven't decided how far I want to go in that direction. But being the youngest, he learned the least from their mother and didn't much care to learn much later. So the spell-work he did on the glass and cloche started wearing off about a century or so after Cromwell lost his head. It was keeping in the bad vibes from Cromwell's skull and keeping out the curious (like Jack) so Alasdair made a box and Rhys enchanted the thing to contain Cromwell and keep the curious (Jack) out. When the weans got older and Arthur no longer has servants and what not it just sits on the mantel. Zee puts an elf hat and fairy lights on it at Christmas and bunny eared headband at Easter just for maximum disrespect.

Rhys really just put so much overtime in when the kids are young, carving and enchanting various hex traps and witch boxes to keep shit contained. Wales and Scotland were among the first victims of English imperialism but also certainly participated it in it. So while Arthur quite literally probably has skeletons in the closet, they all are a part of this fucked up imperial mess.

#lmao the last time i dabbled in this it was the viking time travel story from like 6 years ago #so bear with me #why i write #historical inaccuracy? in my historical fantasy? more likely than you think #the ask box || probis pateo

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