#the most wholesome breeding kink

[aconflagrationofmyown]

“Just a Mother”

a Sarge & lil Mama blurb || circa 1957

Summary: just adding some back story and motivations to Elaine’s side of the story presented in The Beginning.

Warnings: None really, except for talk of 1950’s gender roles, throw away line of masturbation and motherhood

“Is that all?” was the most common question asked Elaine after she first piped up in class and said she wanted to be a mother when she grew up.

A twelve years old girl, born with the luxury of living in the progressive halfway mark of the 20th century, belonging to a prosperous middle class and raised by lenient and liberal parents ought to have more ambition. Or so her impossibly cool, east coast imported, die hard beatnik geometry teacher chided her lovingly.

“A teacher then?” Little Elaine had fudged, meaning in her heart of hearts she wanted to raise little people, she wanted to make a difference with another generation, she wanted to be loved and depended on.

And why shouldn’t she? Her mother seemed happy enough being a mother. Her mother only seemed fretful when it came to father’s business. Juggling work and home life was the only cause of strife Elaine could perceive between the two, and it ingrained the notion in her little mind that keeping it separate was the key to domestic tranquility. Children, an only child like herself or a dozen taken in by the neighbor, never seemed to be the cause of any true regret between a couple.

“Oh darling, that takes money.” is what mother said when Elaine told her that she wanted a bunch of kids. “And a lot of effort and patience, which you may have but -it takes money, too.”

The white-picket-fence-American-dream could only afford two or three little ones and a new car every five years, it would seem. Elaine would rather forgo the new car and have another child, she told her mother.

Those squabbles over money and the business that Elaine witnessed between her parents ceased altogether when Elvis Presley’s infamous yawling stuck gold on the national charts. She watched then as her parents put their feet up and joked around the family dinner table that maybe they should have given Elaine that longed for sibling, a little bother or a sister. If they’d only known college tuitions would be paid for by a rockabilly record.

That’s when Elaine decided she’d need to marry a wealthy man. Or perhaps father would give her an inheritance early, a dowry of sorts. The first Rock n Roll heiress in America. Mother had warned her that their new wealth would attract no good boys who wanted her money without sticking around after to do right by her.

“Is that still all you want, darling?” Mother had asked when Elaine hit eighteen, right before God took her. “You’ve the opportunity to do so much more.”

“Miss Gladys says it’s the most important job of all.” Elaine had insisted, wounded that her own ambitions should be always so belittled.

“Well, I'd be careful of what you adopt from Miss Gladys.” her mother had warned, a funny look in her eyes, “I’ve a feeling she has ulterior motives for directing your interests that way. You should get out before you settle down, see the world, try other vocations out.”

That had worked for awhile. First Elaine had helped in the studio and then in the hospital and then she had studied hard to become a teacher, forever gravitating towards being useful, being needed, towards nurturing others. For her it was only ever that, that was all of it, that was enough.

Ambition and experience, that’s what everyone encouraged her to seek after mother’s death. The middle aged women, those who had chafed under their own domestic responsibilities and been too late to taste the freedom Elaine longed to squander were particularly insistent. Ambition and experience. Those were things that Elaine had plenty of time to indulge before marrying and being chained to highchairs and the marital bed.

Perhaps too much time, Elaine had begun to think. She was antsy, floating around in her dead mother’s circle, working herself to the bone to forget her loneliness and making little found families with any who’d let her dote on them.

No one to call her own beside her father who’s booming business needed her less and less. He needed her in his grief, but that didn’t mean he accepted her help.

Gone only a few months she had already begun to miss Elvis, and to resent his imposed law of abstinence while he was away. She wanted to marry, she wanted a man to give her children, she wanted to have a life to call her own at long last -she didn’t trust anyone to vet her prospective husbands save for Elvis. And the cycle would begin again. She cursed him in her head, and took to watching men as they swam in the public pools, distracted by muscled backs and furred legs as she taught Mrs. Davie’s children how to swim. She wanted a man, she didn’t know what for but she wanted one.

Elvis had woken her up to that sudden ambition, and she sought it with the single minded drive she put into logistics for the March of Dimes functions. She watched the way these men talked and walked and carried themselves, the ones who curled in on themselves and the ones who swaggered. The ones who whistled at her and the ones who opened doors.

What she had initially thought cruel and lewd teasing on Elvis’ part that night in the kitchen she grew to realize was him merely looking out for her welfare. He wanted her to taste the danger of attraction just enough that she’d know what to guard against. Though every passing day made that harder, charming waiters and slick doctors and grabby handed father’s of children she nannied all sparked an interest in her that had been dulled before.

There was curiosity in her as to what they wanted from her. She knew what she wanted -children, but what did they want? She would have to ask Elvis. She would have to wait for him to get back from a two year deployment and boot camp besides.

Alone in her room at nights, surrounded by text books and mother’s diaries, Elaine wasn’t sure she could hold out that long. She had heard that when God planted a child in a woman’s womb it came out from between her legs. More and more she found herself blindly and ignorantly touching that little baby house, finding it weepy and throbbing, as if as heartsick as the rest of her at the waste of her young and empty body.

Once she tried to put a finger up there as she’d heard doctors did in labor. It pinched and stung and she pulled it out hurriedly, her heart pounding and cheeks hot.

That was another warning all the women had -that children hurt. Making them and bringing them forth. Elaine knew nothing about what went into making them, though she could see that growing them stretched and tore women’s skin to accommodate the new life. Still, like an arduous adventure or a perilous quest it all seemed rather glorious to her, thrilling even, to be growing something that would outlast you.

“Just a mother? You don’t want to be anything else?” her Humanities teacher asked her, senior year of high school. An idiotic question, as if being a mother meant she couldn’t be anything else while at it. But that Humanities class did teach Elaine one thing: men must always strive to build and create a legacy, forever pressed to leave some creation behind with their likeness imprinted on it.

Women can make such a thing in nine months and from it can come millions of copies, millions of descendants. Her lack of ambition to conquer Wall Street seemed to suddenly click sitting there listening to a man drone on about the lasting impact of crumbling ruins.

They’ll never manage what we can, she realized, they can’t create a living thing like we can, they can only shape stone and clay and call it wondrous, while we can fashion blood and bone and cartilage and birth a soul.

It made sense that through the centuries men would define motherhood as “just” that. It was too threatening a thing otherwise, and a millennium of the scorn had infected the women, too, until the miracle of children was cut down to size, to something a little less holy, a little less impressive, little more than drudgery. Why, darling, don’t you know you can go out and work for another man who is not your husband these days? You can push that man’s papers about and endure his groping, come home and endure it from another, too. Who has energy to be a mother after that?

Yes, Elaine would settle for being just a mama. If Elvis would just come back already and help her choose a daddy.

Yes, Elaine would settle for being just a mama. If Elvis would just come back already and help her choose a daddy.

[sincerelyneo]

juno | l.hc

“one of me is cute, but two though…?”

💿now playing: juno by sabrina carpenter

❯ summary: Kids were never really something you thought about. But then you saw your sexy as fuck boyfriend playing uncle and now you can't stop thinking about giving him a baby of his own. What can you say...your hormones are high.

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, established relationship

❯ words: 2.7k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, unprotected sex (don't do this!), swearing, breeding and pregnancy kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, begging, praise, creampie, slight angst not really idk, fluff, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just the reader getting baby fever from seeing hyuck with kids (very real el oh el.)

an: i know this is like my third haechan post in a week, but i literally don’t care. sue me x

You didn’t want kids. Well, that’s not true. You were indifferent to kids. 

That was until you saw your boyfriend with them. You didn’t think you could be more attracted to him, but then he had to go and check off the "great with kids" box. Maybe it’s just his playful side, but Lee Donghyuck is just so good with them.

And being forced to attend his niece’s first birthday party made you realise it. Honestly, you’d never given much thought to the idea of kids—cute yes, ready to give up endless nights of sleep, no. 

But the minute after you walked through his childhood family home and were done greeting his parents and siblings, a swarm of kids ran at him, hugging his legs and stomach. And he just melted into them, so gentle and excited. It was cute and made you smile. 

From then it was him letting his oldest niece cover his tanned cheeks in blush and stickers, to tossing a ball with his nephew after he announced he made the basketball team—and don’t even get started on him poking the chubby cheeks of his youngest niece, her soft giggles filling the backyard of the party. 

It was like he was in his element—soft, loving, and completely at ease. And even though his nieces and nephews had other uncles and aunts, they’d always say Uncle Hyuck was their favourite—even if they weren’t supposed to.

You watch him from the patio door in the kitchen, overhearing him tell his dad he’s “too young to be having the adult conversations,” which was really code for ‘let me play with the kids.’ 

Running around, telling jokes, creating games. It had your stomach turning and—were your heart strings being pulled? Seeing this absolute perfect man, so caring and playful, living just to make those little ones laugh and smile, had you seriously considering the sleepless nights that might come with having some of your own.

Wait. 

“He’s good with them, huh?”

You jolt, turning to see Hyuck’s sister standing behind you.

“Uh... yeah, I guess so,” you shrug. She steps beside you, and the two of you stand there, watching your boyfriend bounce his niece in his arms, soothing her gently.

She giggles, and you glance over at Hyuck’s sister again. “What?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs. “Just... you’re looking at him like you’re ready to add to the Lee family name.”

You gasp. “I am not!”

She gives you a knowing look, and you bite your lip, eyes shifting back to Hyuck. This time, he’s handing his niece a sippy cup, tapping her nose. Your chest tightens.

“Okay... I suppose he is good with them.”

Hyuck’s sister nods, humming in agreement. “He always has been. With every younger sibling, every cousin—even when I had my first daughter, Hyuck was the most excited.”

He’s sitting on the grass now, all his nieces and nephews swarming him, tickling him. He’s being extra dramatic, letting the younger ones tug at his hair just to make them laugh. You stare, warmth and wholesomeness filling you.

“He’d make a great dad, Y/N.”

The statement is completely sobering.

“Uh,” you stammer, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know. We haven’t really talked about it.”

That’s not entirely true. You had spoken about it—once. You’d told him it wasn’t something you had planned for but weren’t necessarily opposed to, and the conversation had never come up again.

Hyuck’s sister blinks at you, clearly confused. “That’s crazy. Hyuck’s always said he wants to be a dad.”

Clearly. 

There’s no denying that. It’s so obvious—every second he’s cupping up the kids, tickling them, teasing them. He looks so profoundly happy, so perfect. And it suddenly clicks for you.

This could be yours. Forever. He wants it. And now... you’re starting to think you want it, too. Him, this, forever. His kids. Your kids.

“Y/N! Y/N!” one of the younger kids calls, waving you over from across the backyard. “Can you play with us? We need more people to play the monsters. Uncle Hyuckie can’t do it on his own.”

And just like that, you’re being pulled away from the baby fever conversation and coaxed into joining them—not that it took much convincing. Your thoughts were starting to scare you a little. You’d never seriously thought about kids—until now.

Because you’d never seen Hyuck look more attractive than when he was playing dad.

“I can’t believe she’s one already,” Hyuck beams from where he’s stretched out on your bed. He’s been talking about the party nonstop since you got home. “Did you see the little bows in her hair? So fucking cute.”

You glance at him through the vanity mirror where you’re sitting, watching the way his face lights up, animated and so full of joy. There’s a warmth in your eyes, your lips curved into a soft smile as you take him in. He notices, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s that look for?” 

You stand and walk over to him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His eyebrows knit together, more confused now.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

You smile, sidestepping his question with one of your own. “Did you have fun today?”

“Yess…?” he replies, but there’s a trace of suspicion in his voice.

“Your family’s really nice.”

“Oh, are they now?” He squints playfully. “I saw you talking to my sister. I hope she wasn’t embarrassing me—she loves doing that.”

You shake your head with a giggle. “She wasn’t.”

“Okay…” he draws out. “Then what was she saying?” 

“That you’d be a good dad. That you want to be a dad.” 

Hyuck’s eyes widen and you mentally add this moment to the short list of times your boyfriend has been rendered completely speechless—still countable on one hand.

He coughs, his cheeks turning pink. “S-She said that?”

You nod, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“And…what did you say back?”

You spread his legs out on the bed so you can slide between them, sitting there and looking up at him as he waits, eager for your response. He’s so cute like this—adorable, even—clearly dying to hear what you thought.

“I didn’t respond,” you admit honestly.

You catch the flicker of hurt in his eyes, but he covers it with a laugh—though it’s not genuine. You can tell he’s trying to brush it off, trying to pretend that he’d be okay with the possibility that you might not want that kind of future with him.

“She shouldn’t have said that,” he mumbles, embarrassed. “I used to talk about it a lot as a kid. I don’t really think like that now. I can’t, you know… because of my job.”

“So you don’t want kids because of your job?” You ask. The tone in your voice takes him by surprise because now you’re the one sounding hurt. 

“Baby... is this a trick question?” He laughs nervously.

You shake your head, crossing your arms across your chest. “No Hyuck. But I want you to answer it truthfully.” 

He shrugs, looking unsure. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You’re lying.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Baby, I don’t know what you want me to say—”

“The truth,” you insist. 

He pauses, his gaze softening. “I love you, Y/N. You said kids weren’t really part of your plan, and that’s okay,” he begins, his voice steady but sincere. “And yeah, maybe I always kind of thought kids would be in mine, but then I met you. And you became my plan.”

You grab a hold of his hand and squeeze. It draws a genuine smile from him before he speaks again. 

“I know we’ve never talked about it since. But I’m fine with anything—as long as it’s with you.”

You smile, his comment pulling at your heartstrings because you feel the exact same way. 

“Those kids absolutely adore you, Hyuck,” you say and he gives a half smile. 

“Well, I am their favourite Uncle.” 

You trail a soft finger up and down the naked skin of his arm. His eyes follow your touch and that furrowed expression is on his face again. 

“Y/N what’s going on with you? You’re confusing me—”

“You know—” you cut him off. “I think you’d be a great dad.” 

He stares at you, properly taking you in. He’s never seen this side of you before, and you’ve never given him a compliment quite like that before. The thought of you being into the idea of him as a dad… well, he didn’t expect it to turn him on this much. Maybe it’s the way your fingers brush his arm? Yeah no, it’s not.

“Today made me realise something,” you say, shifting to straddle his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck now. He raises a curious brow, waiting. “You look so hot with kids. The thought of you being a dad is so fucking hot, Hyuck.”

Hyuck smiles at the confession, and his hands move to grip your ass as he ground your hips forward on himself. You let out a small gasp of surprise as you feel him. 

“Please don’t joke like that, Y/N,” he whines, eyes squeezing shut. “Because I’ve been thinking about you being the mother of my kids since the day I met you.”

You giggle, biting your lip to stifle the soft moans escaping you as he grinds you slowly against his growing bulge.

“Well, why don’t you do something about it then,” you tease breathlessly, feeling the hardness of him through his sweatpants.

Hyuck’s mouth parts, caught somewhere between awe and shock, but before he can question how serious you are, your lips capture his, and your tongue is slipping inside his mouth to deepen the kiss.

The groan you both share is synchronised, and it’s all the encouragement he needs to flip you over, hovering above you with a renewed sense of urgency to make promise of your teasing. 

His fingers hook into your panties, sliding them off as you shift upward against your pillows, tossing your nightgown aside. Hyuck strips out of his own clothes, desperate to press his bare skin against yours, his need overwhelming any sense of patience.

He kisses you back roughly, passionately. Fuelled by your impossible hotness and readiness to be fucked—fucked by him. Your tongue dips deeper and deeper into his mouth, never satisfied, craving more of him. You cling to him, your hands and legs moving over his skin, desperate to feel every inch. Your hips roll up, slickness coating his shaft, causing a rippling gasp to leave his mouth. 

Hyuck pulls back with dark eyes. You—his girl—naked and desperate under him, begging him to do something about his baby fever—your baby fever. It’s the hottest shit he’s ever seen. His new favourite thing. His obsession. He loves seeing you like this, he decides—so willing, so desperate for him, for his cock. Needing him to bring you the pleasure only he can give. And he’ll make sure you remember that once you're carrying his child.

The image floods his mind—your stomach growing, swelling with his baby, the glow in your smile as you hold his child. A family, all with him. Only him. Because you want his kids.

The last thought pushes him over the edge, and with a low growl, he bites down on your neck, lips and teeth claiming your skin. He wants you marked by him—like always—but this time it’s different. It’s possessive. Primal. Feral. His saliva wet on your neck, dark bruises blooming over your breasts, his fingers burning prints into your hips, and his seed buried deep inside your soaking wet cunt.

His cock jumps when you roll your hips again, your whimpers causing him to groan and eyes roll back. You sound so desperate. Desperate to make him your forever. 

“Hyuck—” you sob as his teeth graze your nipple, sending it hardening under his touch. “Please, I need to feel you.”

His eyes sparkle with lust as he drapes your legs over his waist and leans down, capturing your mouth in a long, needy kiss. He aligns himself with your slick pussy, your fingers clawing at his back as he slowly eases into you. He fills you completely, lifting your hips to bury himself deeper.

“So fucking pretty like this,” he mumbles, pulling away to admire the way you take his thick cock. “Taking me so well, always so good for me, aren’t you, baby?”

You moan as his cock hits every spot inside you—so deep, so hard, so good. Each thrust drags along your walls in a way that feels divine.

“Can’t wait until you’re mine, so full of me,” he whispers, kissing your neck. You whimper, your walls clenching at his words, urging him to quicken his pace. “Do you want that, baby? Want my cum inside this pretty pussy?”

“Yes—fuck yes—please.”

“Say it for me,” he requests softly, a gentle yet desperate edge in his voice. “Please tell me.”

“I want to be yours; make me yours,” you breathe out.

Hyuck's gaze drops to your lips, entranced by the words spilling from them. He thrusts harder, your nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer. Your cunt swallows his cock whole, turning his thrusts sloppy, and he groans.

You’re practically sobbing with how fast he’s driving into you, so close to seeing stars.

“You’re so good at taking me,” he praises, his breath ragged. “Gonna make me fill you.”

You squeeze around him, and the thought of cumming inside you sends a shiver through his thighs, making his breathing stutter.

“Yes! Fuck, please keep going,” You pant. 

“Want you so full of me that it’s dripping down your leg. And then I’ll push it back in when I fuck you again.”

Your breaths grow louder and quicker, matching his as you both teeter on the edge. He kisses you deeply, your mouths suffocating each other as you grip his soft brown hair. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight.

“Hyuck—I’m gonna cum.”

“So fucking good, baby,” he moans in awe. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. I want you overflowing with my seed—fuck!” He grunts hoarsely, his body tightening with tension.

Your walls shatter around him, tightening and fluttering on his cock as you cum. Hyuck holds you close, so intimately, holding himself deep inside you as he feels the first spurts of his cum shooting from his cock. 

He doesn’t stop, his hips still moving gently, making sure you take everything, softening each thrust with tender kisses along your bare shoulders. You sigh dreamily, fingers threading through his hair, and he smiles, still half-hard inside you. You’re exhausted, and the sight of your sleepy expression makes his heart twist. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, and for a moment, you stay like that—so close, so intimate.

But as the post-orgasm bliss begins to fade, a flicker of panic flashes in his eyes.

“Fuck—” he mutters, pulling himself off of you quickly. There’s a gnawing feeling in his chest, a sudden guilt. “Y/N, I’m really sorry, I got caught up in the moment. Do you want me to run to the store—”

“No.” You shake your head and grab his arm, keeping him close. “I don’t want you to. If that’s okay…”

His eyes darken with lust before a slow smile spreads across his face.

“Y-yeah… that’s more than okay with me,” he says, nodding eagerly.

“Who knows?” You shrug with a teasing grin. “I might not even get pregnant this time.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “This time?”

You nod confidently. “Yeah, this time. Because we’re going to keep doing this until I am pregnant, Hyuck.”

His grin widens as he climbs back into bed, pulling you into his arms.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, especially not when I woke up this morning,” he laughs, pressing soft kisses along your neck.

You giggle, leaning into his touch. “What can I say? Seeing you in dad mode made me so fucking horny.”

[fyodior]

welcome welcome welcome!!! as the name suggests, this isn't your typical kinktober - this is breedtober!! while each fic focuses on different kinks, all will either be centered around or have themes of my all time fav kink - breeding :)

reblogs very much appreciated!!!

more info & rules! ✸ all fics are 18+ !! minors dni with this event! ✸ reader is afab in all fics ✸ lots of dark content!!! please heed warnings for each individual fic ✸ this list is slightly tentative - i am a full time college student with a job, so please give me some grace if changes are made! ✸ most fics are bsd, but a few contain jjk bllk, and fruba characters :)

✸ some will be longer one shots and others will just be drabbles ✸ fics will be linked here as they're posted

fic list under the cut!

pregnant sex ➸ oda sakunosuke

threesome ➸ chuuya nakahara, pm!osamu dazai

omegaverse ➸ fyodor dostoyevsky (reader in heat)

public sex ➸ toji fushiguro

oviposition ➸ howard lovecraft

aphrodisiac/drugging ➸ fyodor dostoyevsky

omegaverse ➸ toji fushiguro (in rut)

age gap ➸ shigure soma

stepcest ➸ paul verlaine

teratophilia ➸ dragon-form shibusawa

baby trapping ➸ rin itoshi

wholesome sex with sigma :)

[improbable-outset]

📄 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞:

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐂…

Hey it’s 1am here in the UK and I don’t have a valentine themed fic. So have this set of HC of my AU series that I’ve been working on instead. There is a mix of wholesome and spicy HC. I’m too lazy to put it in an undercut so minors DNI 🔞

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will rant about his day in the lab to you. You love hearing him vent to you if he had a terrible day or ramble about an exciting discovery he had made.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will come home to you from a hard works day in the lab. He likes to rest his head between your thighs while his wife massages his scalp. He melts completely under your tender touch. Your fingers are very soft and soothing.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive small love notes or doodles that are packed with his lunch from his wife. Sometimes even spicy messages if you’re feeling risky. They tend to end with him coming back home and fucking you on the nearest surface. Most likely the couch or kitchen counter top.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive a personalised lab coat with his name on it from you, either as a birthday gift or an anniversary present. He now wears it in the lab everyday since.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will involve you when he’s designing gadgets and weapons to be used by the Spider Society. He values your input when brainstorming the prototypes.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will have a personal gym right next to his lab where he would work out and train to maintain his strength and combat skills. This includes a high-tech simulation drill that replicate various combat scenarios to aid and enhance his quick thinking and problem solving abilities.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will have his wife watch him work out from the sidelines. You would admire the determination etched on his face. Maybe even steal a quick kiss in between sets. Sometimes you would sit on the rooftops while Miguel would do his usual web slinging endurance, navigating the city skyline from building to building as part of his training.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will fuck you good when he knows he won’t be home for a few days because of a mission in another dimension. He’ll make sure he reaches every crevice deep inside you. You’ll feel a dull ache from the way he stretched out your walls— a reminder of that passionate night and of your husband’s temporary absence. He doesn’t like using toys, he’d rather use his hands and dick do all the work.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that loves to kiss you all over and talk about the function of each part of your body while praising you and telling you how perfect your are. He loves teasing your erogenous areas to increase your serotonin levels and see how much you would fall apart under his touch.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will receive a blow job from you as he tries to explain the make reproductive system OR while he talks about his day at work to you. He’s lucky to have you help him with his pent up stress.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that probably keeps a track of your period. For research, of course. After you got off your birth control pills, it’s his responsibility to track when your fertility window takes place so he can breed you at the right time.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that is over the moon when you both find out that you are finally pregnant. Of course he would admire the changes of your body while you’re growing his child. He will eagerly share insight about the embryonic development and the hormonal changes, deepening the intimate connection you both already share.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will admire the changes of your body and will develop a serious lactation kink. He’ll feed from your breast from time to time…for science obviously. He’s just increasing your oxytocin levels so you can produce more milk for your baby daughter. Duh.

Scientist Husband!Miguel that will help his daughter with her schoolwork. I know he will probably put extra effort when it comes to her school science project and will probably be more committed to it than her. He just wants what’s best for her.

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: @thealleydog @ultravioletrayz @club-danger-zone @lazyjellyfish300 @miguelbaby @miguels-aranita (lmk if you want to be tagged for this au idea)

- Ayrus <3

[justagamerandaweeb]

"Fluffy Bunny..." - Uzui x Chubby! Reader

Be forewarned as this is old, but other than that, enjoy.

Red and green dividers by @mikeykuns, and Red and green MDNI banners by @roseschoices.

The following smut includes: praise, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, pet name, impregnation, just overall wholesome content.

"You're so beautiful, (Y/N)..." Uzui quietly said as he kisses your lips. You softly whimper as you felt his lips come into contact with yours, the feeling of his soft lips, and his tongue trying to enter your mouth, it made you feel so fuzzy.

You slightly open your mouth and feel his tongue against yours, feeling every inch of your mouth.

A line of saliva stretches between you two as Uzui smirks at you and lets out a light chuckle. He caresses your cheek with his hand.

"Why are you so beautiful? I would go the extra mile to say that you look more beautiful than my wives."

You smiled a little from that praise, but you still felt a little nervous. He then chuckles and starts to take off the top of your kimono to reveal your breasts to him.

You softly groped on one of them, "Absolutely stunning..." and wrapped his lips around the nipple.

You let out a quiet moan as you felt his warm mouth against your sensitive skin. He lightly picks you up high enough to where it feels like you are hovering just a few inches off the bed.

His eye closed, as he wanted to savor the taste of your soft, smooth areolas. He started to slowly twirl his tongue around it and he let out a purring moan that vibrated on your breast.

You quietly gasp, and let out a quiet, shaky moan as you put your hand on his head, and he lets out a little chuckle. He started to suck on your nipple and the thought caused you to moan a little louder.

Uzui formed a smirk on his as he continued to suck on your nipple. He slightly pulls your breast with his mouth and lets go of it to watch it jiggle.

"Man, I will never get tired of doing that," he said as he wiped off a little bit of spit on his chin. He then sees that you were a blushing mess, but still looked nervous.

He puts his hand on your head and pats you out of reassurance. "There's no reason to be scared, (Y/N). My wives aren't gonna do anything to you, or me. I've done this before, you know."

Your face turned a little red from that sentence, but you still responded to him. "I... I-I know... But, I'm not scared because of that. It's, something else... And it's embarrassing..."

He scoffs, "Please, what is there to be embarrassed about? We're both about to get naked and fuck each other, there's nothing more embarrassing than that."

The way he says it so casually made you blush like a fire. "I-I know... B-But--"

"So there should be nothing to be afraid, or embarrassed, or ashamed about." you want to agree with him, but your body wasn't something to be proud of in your head.

How big your stomach was, the faint stretch marks, your enormous thighs, and your thin-looking arms. It felt like to you that he was so nonchalant about this, that he didn't know that you were insecure about yourself.

But little did you know, you fell right into his trap. A rather, wholesome trap he might presume.

"Besides..." he looks at you and forms a soft smile on his face. "I know you're afraid of showing yourself off to me." you were surprised when he said that to you and then he sat up and took off his robe to show off his body.

"I mean, look at the battle scars I collected over the years. Some of these would've been lethal if not for my wives." he then pointed at his amputated left hand, "And as for this..." and at his left scarred eye. "...and this. If it weren't for Kyojuro's death, and those kids helping me kill those upper moons, I would've been dead." he said to you in the most serious tone you ever heard from him.

"You've lived a better life than me by a huge mile. So don't you dare think you are ugly because of your looks, you shouldn't care about what other people are saying about you, because you could be living a happier life than them because your acting yourself."

He cups your face and softly kissed your lips, "And you should know that, (Y/N). No one should bring you down because of how you look." he touches your chin, and sensually slides his fingers, "No one."

You look at him before wrapping your hands around him and laying your head on his chest. Tears started to form in your eyes and a smile crept up to your lips.

"Th-Thank..."

He pats your back and smiles as he says, "I know, I know, you're welcome. Y'know, just because I have three wives, doesn't mean I'm blinded by love. I care about my wives, and their insecurities. And when their insecurities are crashing down on them, I do everything I can to help them. Like you."

"I didn't think... Anyone would like me for both my body, people would always give me looks, like they were disgusted, and I hated it. But, I never had the confidence to fight back from their insults..."

"Yeah? Well, I say fuck 'em. You're more confident than any of them will be. Plus," he put you back down on the futon, started to take off your kimono to reveal your body to him, and touched your stomach. "...this body alone is so soft, and fluffy, that I could use you for a mini bed."

He started to kiss and rub on your stomach, which made your body feel warm and gave you chills. "Uzui..."

"Your body's so soft... I don't understand why people dislike a girl like your size. I could literally fall asleep on you." he said in a joking manner, "But that moment won't come until I leave you satisfied." his tone changed within a snap of a finger as he got close to your face.

You heavily blushed from how close he was to your face and he chuckles. "Open your legs."

Your mind went on autopilot as you immediately complied without knowing what he was about to do next. The moment you were about to speak, but made a loud gasp as you felt his fingers rubbing you down there, with your panties along the way.

"U-Uzui... W-What are..."

"Trying to make you feel good. Do you want to feel good, and make you appreciate your body more?"

You couldn't form a sentence as you were too distracted by his fingers. "I-I..."

Uzui then stopped, which gave you a sigh of relief, but at the same time, you wanted him to touch you more. "Or do you want me to stop? We can drop it right here, and end it with a kiss and sleep. I'm not trying to look manipulative, I'm just being honest with you. So tell me, do you want this?"

Never in your life, you've met someone this caring before, it was honestly overwhelming.

But...

You loved it.

You wiped your eyes that were tearing up and smiled as you said, "Yes. Please, make love to me, please!" you said as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Whoa, easy there Fluffster, I'm just getting started. But, since you're completely okay with this, I'll give you what you want," he says as he goes back to rubbing your cloth-covered region.

You softly whimper as you lay your head on his chest. "I-I... Want this... I need this..." you whispered as Uzui continued to touch you down there.

He kisses your hair and says, "I can tell, ain't no shame trying to feel good after what you had to deal with."

You closed your eyes as you started to feel so good. Just from him rubbing his finger against you, you felt so much pleasure you've never felt in your life.

That must've been the reason why he has 3 wives.

He stops, and says, "May I take these off?" he says as his hand is about to grab your rim. "Like I said, we can stop here. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in any--"

"No!" you said so quickly, that it honestly surprised you. "No, please, keep going. I want this. I want to feel good, please, give it to me." you said with lust overcoming you.

You then covered your mouth as you thought, Oh my... Did I really just say that? Is this... What love feels like? You thought. You said it like you had no shame, but at the same time, you can't believe you said something so... Erotic.

"Man, guess you really wanted this, huh? Don't worry, like I said before, I'll give you what you want." he then pulled your panties down to reveal, your wet pussy.

He rubs his fingers against your region, feeling how wet you've become just from him touching you. His fingers started to become lubed up as he started to rub your wet pink insides.

You groaned and started to feel tingly on the inside. Your hand went up to Uzui's cheek and you kissed him. You both started tongue-kissing each other and it felt so good.

He stops kissing you, and rubbing his finger to see the aftermath of what he did. He sits up and looks at his fingers that were completely drenched. He laughs, and says, "Wow... You were this excited, huh? And I didn't even put my fingers in..."

He looked at them for a few seconds before he stuck his tongue out and started to lick them.

Your face turns red and you covered it from the lewd gesture. You didn't think he would actually like it, and you didn't know whether to be aroused, or disgusted.

What you didn't think, however, is that while you were covering your face in embarrassment, Uzui took off his fundoshi to reveal his long, and thick shaft.

He softly gave himself a few strokes and grunts as he thought to himself, Hope you're ready, (Y/N). I'm gonna show you, how beautiful you are.

He then props himself up and starts to rub his tip against you, resulting in you gasping from shock and moaning in pleasure.

"U-Uzui, what are you..." you moved your hands to see Uzui holding his rod, and moving it up and down against your lips. H-Hes so big...

"Fuck, you look so hot. Are you surprised at how big I am, or how sensitive you'll feel once all this is over?"

That wasn't even your second thought, but now that it was, it made you wonder how long you'd last between him. "You ready for this? Because I'm not gonna stop the moment I go inside you. Unless you have any ideas..."

When you heard him say that, he was implicating for you to do something on your own terms. So you said to him, "C-Can you... Lay on your back?"

"That it?" and you nodded. He scoffs, but smiles as he gets on his back and opens his legs and his shows his erect cock at full display.

You scooted up in front of it and hesitantly wrapped your hands around it as you began to softly stroke the tip. It's so big... It's honestly scary... You thought as you started to stroke his tip until his pre started to leak out.

You saw the pre leaking at the tip, and your first instinct was to lick it. You savored the taste and thought, It's so salty... But at the same time, it has no taste...

"There you go, baby... Just keep licking my tip... You beautiful fluffy bunny..." he lets a little chuckle as he says, "Sorry, was that a bad name for you?"

"N-No... I kind of liked it. But, can you just call me, Bunny...?" you said blushing a while having your shaft in his hand.

He laughs as he pats your head and says, "Sure, Bunny~."

You blushed even redder as you continued to stroke his tip, feeling his hot, pulsating rod in your hand. You area down there started to feel more tingly as you started to rub your thighs together.

You closed your eyes and opened your mouth as you wrapped your lips around him, and started to softly bob your head. He lets out a little chuckle as he thought, There you go, baby... And lets out a small moan.

He barely fits in my mouth... You thought as you continued to move your head up and down. Drool started to run down his shaft as you started to suck up your spit, and slightly gagged from putting more of him in your mouth.

As time goes by, you were getting better. You were breathing through your nose, and knew where to stop when you were sucking him.

He puts his hand on your head and smiles as he says, "Your mouth feels so fucking good, Bunny... Feels like I could cum at any second now... But, I don't want that. I've had my fair share of oral pleasure... So..."

He takes himself out of your mouth and with no effort, picks you up with his one arm. "Alley-oop." and then you were on top of him, sitting on his abdomen.

"I want you to ride me."

You felt something in your heart when he said that to you. "Wh... W-What?"

He then grabs your stomach and says, "You know what I said. Ride me, until I cum inside you. Until I coat your walls with my seed." he gets close to your ear and whispers, "Until I breed you..." and licks the tip of your ear.

Your legs started to shake as you started to move your hips, grinding on his erect shaft.

You then grabbed it and lined it up to your entrance and lowered yourself down on it. You and Uzui moaned as you waited to adjust to him. Uzui forms a sly smirk on his face as moves his hips and you feel his erect shaft wiggling inside you.

"H-Hey! Don't... Do that!" you stuttered as you felt him moving his shaft inside your walls. "I can't help it if you feel so tight inside..." he says so smugly as he caresses your stomach and says, "And you look so cute..." he then wraps his arm around you, and slightly pulls you towards him as he went back to sucking your breast.

"U-Uzui! Y-You..." you groaned as you felt yourself getting loose to him, and when that pain was gone, all there was was pleasure, and you started to move your hips.

Your legs began to tremble again, but you tried to ignore it as you were just beginning to have intercourse with each other.

His rod felt so good inside you. You've never experienced anything like this before, the feeling, the heat, the aroma, it felt so vulgar, and yet you were loving it.

He stops sucking your nipple as his breathing transitions to a chuckle as he says, "F-Fuck, you feel so fucking good..." and closes his eye as feels you going up and down on him.

You moaned as you started to move a little faster, but not to fast where your entire body would bounce. This feels... Amazing... You thought as your hips began to move on their own, as if they were sentient, and you put your hands on his pecs to maintain posture.

He opens his eyes to see you hovering above you while you were taking him and thought, So fucking hot... Looking down, he sees that his cock was drenched in your juices, and the way you were gripping him made this feel so much more erotic.

"O-Oh, fuck..." his hips coiled as he used every bit of his strength not to thrust his hips. The way your lips were gripping his shaft, and it was almost as if you were teasing him as you would start to slow whenever your legs started to tremble, usually slowing down your hips at the tip.

As time went on, you both felt closer to your climaxes as you felt yourself getting tighter around him, and he start to twitch more and more.

He grabs you and kisses you, which turned into a passionate kissing session as you began to whimper from how to he started to move his hips like yours.

He stops kissing you as he says with his voice strained, "I'm gonna cum soon, Bunny. I can't hold it in any longer..."

"Me neither, Tengen... I... I want you to cum inside me. Please, I want to feel your... C-Cum inside me, please..."

He smiles and says, "Anything for you, my fluffy bunny..." his hips started to move faster than yours, resulting in you cumming all over his rod.

You wrapped your arms around him and laid on his chest as he continued to thrust his hips. His breathing started to become louder as he felt closer and closer to his arrival.

"This is what you wanted, right? To be praised, and appreciated? Well here... Y-You... G-Guh..." he couldn't finish his sentence as he fully thrusted his hips and spurted inside you, coating your walls and filling you with his warm seed.

You both shuddered as you both felt your highs splashing down on you, and so you both laid there for a few seconds. Hearing the sound of his heartbeat made this feel so serene, it felt like paradise to you.

You felt Uzui touch your back and asks you, "...You didn't think we would stop here, did you?"

Your eyes started to open when you heard him say that. "H-Huh?"

With no warning, he wraps his arms around your waist, and sits up as he slowly stood up as he was carrying you with his still erect cock inside you. "I'm still hard, and I have yet to be satisfied." he said with a smirk on his face.

"T-Tengen, wait! I-I still feel sensi--" he interrupted you as he started to bounce you up and down on his shaft, and him moving his hips in unison.

Your entire body shook as you quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him and put your head on his shoulder. "T-Tengen, please!"

You clenched your eyes closed and your toes started to curl up. Your entire body felt so sticky as you were sweating a lot from riding him. And now that he was carrying you and bouncing you on his cock, it felt like your mind was going blank.

It feels like I'm gonna pass out... Its too much... It feels too good... You thought as you felt him kiss your shoulder and said, "Don't pass out on me now, Bunny. I already had to deal with that before, and it was not fun. So c'mon, just hold a little bit longer..." he said, as he grits his teeth and mutters, "Fuck..."

He gropes your ass and says, "You have such a nice body, you know that, right?" he says trying to make you stay conscious.

"I-I f-feel... S-So sensitive..." you stuttered out as you started to feel more and more tired as time went on.

"Oh, c'mon baby, don't be like that. Just hold on..." he said as his footing started to become sloppy. It gotten to the point where he was on his knees fucking you, and you were still hanging on for dear life.

You let out a tiring moan as your body would occasionally twitch from the stimulation you were feeling. I can feel him in my stomach...

He then puts you on the floor and kisses you. You let out a shaky whimper as he twirls his tongue around yours, and he started to touch your body.

He then stops kissing you and says, "You okay, Bunny? Do you want me to stop? You look so tired from this, and I don't want you to feel ovestimulated to death."

Despite you being tired, and a trembling mess, you still were audible enough for him to hear what your saying. "I-Its o-okay... You c-can keep going unt-til you f-feel satisfied..."

You were a stuttering mess, and he hated it, he wanted to stop, but you said it's okay. But at the same time, the way you were talking, you frantically shaking, it honestly made him feel bad.

He was about to pull out of you until he felt you lock your legs around his waist. "Hey, what are you--" and you kissed him.

"Please... I want y-you to be satisfied..." you feebly said to him as you touched his face and formed a smile to him.

He then lowered himself to you and softly captured your lips, making you moan again.

He stops kissing your lips and caresses your cheek and softly says, "I love you, Bunny."

He wraps his arm around you as he started to thrust his hips further and slower into you, resulting you moaning, and tearing up from pleasure. "I-I love you, too, T-Tengen..."

He lays his head on your collarbone and starts to softly moan as he feels you clamping down on him. Your toes curled as you felt your arrival getting closer.

"I'm gonna c-cum again..." you said breathlessly as your whimpering started to get louder as you tried to hold back, but to no avail, you finished again, letting out a shaky exhale of relief.

I'm gonna pass out... You thought as Uzui started to feel his cock twitching. You both were on the floor, sweaty, and still having intercourse with each other. By the time you're both done, you both might go to sleep after this.

"I'm gonna cum soon, Bunny... I... Love... You!" he grits his teeth as he shoves his length all the way inside you and fills your cum filled insides with more of his seed. "F-Fuck..."

His body started to convulse as he felt you milking him for more, but he was all out for the moment. He kisses your neck, your cheek, and your lips as he caresses your cheek and says, "I love you, Bunny... Don't you ever forget that... Especially with this cute body of yours..."

You looked at him and wrapped your arms around him and laid your head on his sweaty chest. "L-Love... You... Too..." you said as you began to black out and softly snored.

He smiles and kisses your head before closing his eyes and also going to sleep.

Two years later...

"Wow, it looks so pretty!" Suma said as she looked at the fireworks show. You all looked up at the sky watching the bright colors pop and disappear, illuminating the night street.

"Yeah..." Uzui said as he looked at you and your baby in your hands looking up at the sky. He smiles as he looks back up seeing the fireworks.

He then felt you hold your hand and he looked at you to see you with a smile on your face. He laughs as he says, "I love you."

"Just as equally?"

He exhaled a little laugh as he pats your head and said, "Just as equally." and patted the baby's head. "Same goes for you too, (B/N)."

The other wives sees this and says to him in unison, "I want a head pat too!" and start to gang up on him, begging to be patted.

You laughed as you and you're baby continued to watch the fireworks show, all while Uzui was getting huddled up by three beautiful women.

"(Y/N), help me!"

[btskitten7]

My Cam Girl

Ship: Idol!Jungkook x Cam girl!Y/n

au/genre: sex cam worker au

rating: M

wc: 2.7k

Chapter warnings: Masturbation, mutual masturbation, sex talk. Vivid wet dreams. Breeding kink.

summary: The members have an odd obsession with you.

tagss: @shadowyjellyfishfest @baechugff @maunosorioh @shelylamc @princess-sunshyn @scuzmunkie @wanceu @coldcoffee2121 @maunosorioh @massivelyfullenthusiast

Jungkook wasn’t new to this type of thing. He had his fair share of experiences with cam girls and porn sites. He wasn’t addicted by any means, his schedule did not allow him the time to. But every once in a while, he would dibble and dab. 

Lately, his hyungs have been occupied. Their eyes were glued to their phone screens as if their lives depended on it. It took what felt like hours to regain their attention again. Jungkook wondered what had their attention so being the curious man he is, he asked. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook walked over to Hoseok and Namjoon occupied with whatever was placed on his screen. 

“Yeah?” they said in unison as they couldn’t even bother to look at him. 

“What are you looking at? You guys have been sitting here for almost an hour. We’re supposed to practice now. “ He asked. 

“We are looking at this cam girl Yoongi came across,” Namjoon said looking up at Jungkook briefly before looking back at Hoseok’s phone. 

“She’s so beautiful and adventurous. She’ll try anything for the right price” Hoseok said enjoying his piping hot noodles and showing his younger brothers a sexy picture of you. “She is one of the most beautiful women known to mankind. It’s a shame she’s in this type of business though. She’d probably make someone pleased.” Joon said, grabbing the phone and looking at your features.

“I was on Twitter and she popped on my timeline. I did some research and found her website” Yoongi said as he walked over, taking Hoseok’s phone from Joon to look at the photo. “Give it to me,” Jungkook asked. 

Jungkook was interested. You were beautiful. He was mesmerized by your body. Your curves were like no other. He wanted to check out your content. Yoongi handed Hoseok his phone back and sent Jungkook your socials. 

That night he spent a few hours just looking at your content. 

Of course, he watched some of your mature content but he also saw a few vlogs, and lifestyle like videos. 

He fell in love with your personality. 

You were sweet and bubbly. You enjoyed painting, cooking, and decorating. 

He enjoyed the vlogs a lot more than your spicy content, so he found himself looking at your vlogs more often. 

Jungkook noticed that much of your wholesome content didn’t have as much attention as your other content. It kind of made him sad. He thought back to what Namjoon said. 

You would make someone very happy. 

Physically, mentally, and sexually. 

~~~~~~~~

As the weeks went on, you became the topic of many discussions. Jungkook engaged with them but he also slowly became disgusted by the way they thought of you. 

The way HE thought of you. 

There was no question. You were amazing at what you did. 

Your sex appeal was out of this world. Even with your wholesome content, you still had Jungkook’s mind running wild. 

Whenever you posted or went live everyone darted to their room, where they stayed for hours at a time. 

And he was no better. 

He wanted to indulge but a part of him couldn’t. Most of the time he would just avoid it. 

But just like his hyungs, he was drawn in by you. 

You weren’t over the top or too animated. 

You didn’t make unnecessary noises or even say corny shit. 

You were able to pull your viewer in. At least you were able to pull Jungkook in. 

It felt really like he was truly the one in there with you. A few moments more of clicking around he heard a cute little chime.

The chime indicated that he had gotten a new message from you. His eyes widened and he clicked the icon that flashed the message. 

“Ah, that must be new” he mumbled to himself. 

He’s been on your website for a few weeks and has never noticed the message feature. 

“Welcome love, I’m (….) what’s your name or what would you like to be called?” He read. He frowned and looked at his pre-registered user.

“TheCockMaster3000” he questioned. He felt so embarrassed, that he quickly typed a response. 

“I didn’t come up with that name... I’m sorry” The three dots appeared letting him know you were responding. 

“I kinda figured sometimes the name generator generates horrible users” 

“But I mean if you want me to call you thecockmaster I have no issues ” you typed sarcastically.

 Jungkook chuckled to himself replying back

“no way, please don’t do that. Just call me JK” He said relaxing a little bit before hitting send.  

“JK? I like it. It’s mysterious, but I feel I’ve heard that before.” You responded. 

Jungkook’s body started to heat up. It was a big risk to his career if the wrong person found out who he was. He didn’t want to end up with a scandal. 

“You probably have, but trust me, I’m not him.”

“Okay! No biggie. Now JK, thank you for subscribing. I hope you enjoy ❤️” you said before getting up to finish getting ready. 

The way you go live is simple, you go live but you turn off all live comments, they can only respond and tip you anonymously. Only you know who’s saying what.

No judgment. No shaming. 

As you embraced the theme of tonight's ASMR vibe, you yearned to captivate your viewers with a touch of sensory play. You desired to be their canvas, a vessel for their imaginative needs. With a radiant smile, you turned on the camera, ready to embark on a sensory journey.

“Hello, my loves. How are you? It’s been awhile hasn’t it?” 

In a hushed whisper, you sent shivers down Jungkook's spine. Your voice was probably the most favoirte thing of Jungkook’s. You could tell him you hated him and wanted to take him out and he’d still fall in love with you.

“Tonight, we’re going to use our imagination. I’m going to help you imagine your personal, alone time with me, tonight you’re going to imagine me any way you want to. Is that alright?” 

Jungkook’s finger typed away a quick

response. “That’ll be great” he sent. Maybe that was too needy. He thought to himself but when you saw “TheCockMaster3000” you damn near busted out laughing. 

"Alright, I'd like you to gradually close your eyes and let go of any worries from today, yesterday, or tomorrow. In this moment, imagine that it's just you and me. You can share with me all the troubles you've encountered during the day as I gently and firmly rub your shoulders. My hands will move softly up and down your back, helping to relieve the stress and tension you've accumulated."

Jungkook’s eyes were closed and his mind slowly drifted away to that very moment. 

He began to feel hands, pressing against his shoulders, massaging them deeply. He groaned softly and looked behind him and there you were, as beautiful as can be. You were behind him in a gorgeous tub

Looking over a breathtaking view. His eyes were literally playing tricks on him but it was feeling amazing. He turned to you. “Is this real?” He asked looking over your features slowly, you giggled and sat on his lap slowly feeding him a strawberry that was dipped in Champagne

“As real as you want it to be” you slowly leaned down and kissed his pouted lips tasting the mixture of strawberries and liquor on his tongue. 

He deepened the kiss, no longer thinking that this was just a dream, he wrapped his arms around your waist slowly kissing down your neck.

Soft moans left your lips as you ran your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t contain himself, he allowed you to sink onto his member, letting out a strong deep groan. Your lips connected again as your hips rotated and bounced on him, causing the water to splash onto the floor. 

It all happened very fast but he accepted it fully. 

Jungkook’s breathing picked up as he now is imagining you fucking him the very first-time “meeting” you.

“F-fuck baby,” you said biting your bottom lip as he now thrust in your deeply between the sheets of the beautiful room he had imagined solely off of your words.

“F-Fuck b-baby, i-im g-gonna c-cum! Fuck-” He hisses laying his whole body onto yours and pushing his member upwards into your drippy core. “F-fuck then cum baby, cum in me, make me full love” you moaned softly in his ear. Exactly how you were talking to your viewers.

As soon as Kook felt himself about to cum he snapped himself out of his daydream and his eyes popped open, meeting yours. 

“Open your eyes, my love” 

You smiled brightly at the camera like you were waiting for him to wake up…

“How was it? Please I wanna know”

Kook slowly looked down at his now cum-stained shorts cursing himself, wondering how the hell you managed to get him like that, through a laptop…

~~~~~~~~~

For the next few weeks, Jungkook was still in shock. He could not believe you had him like that without being there. There’s no way. 

Sure he’s watched plenty of ‘videos’ before but he was never able to purely imagine something so vivid and real like that. 

Longing for a reprise, he yearns to delve even deeper into the realms of imagination evoked by your words. The desire to relive this experience consumes him.

“She’ll do anything for the right price” He repeated Hobi’s words to himself logging in and typing up a message to send you. 

“Um... hey, can I send in a request?” He asked hitting send, hoping he wasn’t overstepping. You felt your phone chime followed by a buzz. You quickly read the message. “Of course, what’s up?”

He felt a tad bit relaxed but still weird about it. “can you do what you did last week, tonight? I really enjoyed it. I hope I don’t sound like a crazy pervert..I’ll pay whatever you want ” he hit send tapping his fingers on the arms of his chair waiting for a response.

“I wasn’t planning on going live tonight sweetheart...but I’ll do it just for you since you’re new 💞” that made his heart drop, ‘duh she’s a real person of course she wouldn’t want to always be on live in a way she’s just like you, dumbass’ he thought quickly typing

 “fuck, no no no I’m so sorry, please don’t. I’m sorry I should have considered the fact that you may be tired or busy, either way I have no rights to demand your time. Whenever you would like to is fine with me” seeing that made you frown a little. 

“No sweetheart it’s okay, I have to provide the service you paid for💞🥺”

Now he felt worse, like he was being too demanding. “Idc, If you need time for yourself take it. I work crazy schedules too so a mental break is always needed. I can wait. Please rest. I can wait. I promise” he typed. 

That made your heart skip a beat. 

“Thank you... so much. You’re the only one that’s ever said that to me. Especially when making a request.. thank you 🥺” you replied. 

He felt bad but he didn’t want to force you to speak more on it. 

“Really? You need your rest.. you’re a real person that has real feelings and real problems if you need a break, we as your customers need to respect that. Your headspace is important” he typed back. You paused and smiled. 

You could cry right now. 

It’s a shame how the bare minimum makes you feel so validated but that’s what it’s like in this business. 

“Thank you.. thank you.. I really needed to hear that.” You paused and typed again. “How about, we do a private live? You can keep your camera off, I’ll just guide you just like last time.” 

You typed back. Kookies eyes widen as he ran to his door and closed it and came back. “Are you sure? Please don’t force yourself” he said. “No no no it’s okay, I’m just talking 💕” you smiled and hit send. 

He quick looked around his room to make sure everything was clean. Then he started messing with his hair. “Okay then... I’m ready” within minutes you had requested a private video chat. 

He took another quick look before answering the call. 

Your eyes widen at the beautiful human in front of you followed by a small chuckle. 

“Wow, Kookie, you’re adorable and you look very nice, I didn’t know we were dressing up. And for the record, you are exactly the JK I was thinking of.” you smiled softly adjusting yourself on your bed. You had your hair in a messy bun and a big black Tshirt on that fell off your shoulder revealing your soft skin. 

“I-I just...wow”

Jungkook was stuck at how beautiful you were, you had makeup on and a cute tight dress on last time, your hair was done and your lips was glossed. You were beautiful then but seeing you without makeup, hair in its natural wild state, 

You were absolutely gorgeous.

“U-uh yeah-” he cleared his throat “I’m sorry about that. I-I” 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m not here to judge you. I’m probably the last person that can cast judgment.” You snorted causing Jungkook to relax and chuckle. 

“How about we not judge each other?” He smiled and you nodded returning a smile of your own. 

“Deal” 

“Are you ready to begin?” You smiled lowering your voice cooing softly. The same tingling sensation came as you slowly started to directed him again. 

“Yes, pretty” Jungkook whispered sending that same tingling sensation throughout your body. 

You loved being called different pet names. Pretty was your all-time favorite.

“Jungkook, close your eyes and surrender to the present moment. Let go of all the worries that weigh upon your mind today, and don’t burden yourself with the uncertainties of tomorrow. I want you to immerse yourself completely in the sound of my voice and connect with your innermost desires. Is your mind clear and free, my love?” You whispered softly, watching as a sense of calm enveloped him.

Kook carefully opened his eyes to see where his mind has taken him today. 

In a beautiful modern palace everything was aesthetically pleasing to his eye. He wondered why he was here this time and why you weren’t, until The sound of splashing water and joyous giggles caught his attention.

Surrounded by aesthetics and beauty in the modern palace, he was taken back. You swam to the edge where he was and did a “come here” with your finger inviting him to join you in the water.. Disregarding his clothes, he eagerly moved towards you, embracing the refreshing embrace of the water.

Greeting him with open arms, you pulled him in and kissed him deeply. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your naked body and pulled you close to his now-naked body. 

The skin to skin contact drove him wild and it didn’t help that you were playing with his member underneath the water latching your lips underneath his jaw line.

Your hands went to work, touching every part of Jungkook that was available to you, you stroked his shaft, massaged his thighs and balls, listening to how him calling out to you, 

“P-pretty…please.” he moaned wanting to gain control but couldn’t, the hold you had over him was insane. 

No woman has ever had this strong of a hold over Jungkook. He was always in control. This was a unique change. 

And he liked it. 

“What is it baby, you want me to stop?” You purred in his ear listening to his moans and groans. 

“Fuck. Let me fuck you, I want to fuck you please” he begged, which shocked him, cause he never does that. 

Never.

The water slapped against your pussy as he had you bent over the wall of the pool, sending deep and long strokes to your core. Your moans were getting loud and so was his. “FUCK, baby faster faster” you moaned clenching around his hardened member. 

Feeling that familiar feeling

Jungkook eyes shot open, taken back at how you were getting off to him groaning and stroking his member. “Don’t stop baby, you can finish. It’s okay honey” you said looking into his red face... 

“I-I gotta go. T-thank you, pretty,” he said hanging up before you could even reply.

[carmenberzattosgf]

//Shall we discuss that Carmy seeing you interact with sugar’s baby does something to him//

Yes! When Carmy sees us interact with Sugar's baby, it triggers his breeding kink and he wants to get us pregnant almost instantly. Seeing us interact with Sugar's baby would most definitely make him want to knock us up. The desparation in his voice... it would be so hot! Imagine him saying "Let me make us parents" or "You would be so pretty carrying my babies" or somewhere along those lines. I find it all quite hot and interesting.

Yes omg breeding kink but it’s more wholesome and less….. pure filth….

Like like what if you and Carmen are babysitting her baby, and that’s what makes Carmy’s head spin. You’re just so good with the baby and it’s so natural. He’s just watching you in the living room rocking the baby to sleep, as he’s cleaning up in the kitchen. His mind starts racing about you having his kids. He wants that so bad.

He walks into the living room and sits down next to you on the couch as quietly as he possibly can. Carmy rests his chin on your shoulder to look down at the sleeping baby in your arms.

The moment is quiet and quiet peaceful as the both of you look down on the baby. Carmy interrupts the silence, speaking in a soft voice. “I want to make one of these with you.”

You turn to him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “Carmy— stop messing around—“

“I’m being serious. Let me make us parents, yeah?” He speaks in whisper as he presses a soft kiss to your neck. “You’d look so pretty carrying my baby. Want it to be you.”

Yeah when Sugar comes to pick up the kiddo he’s pushing her out the door as fast as possible because he’s got shit to do if you know what I mean.

[hauntedrabbit]

Touchstarved HC's + mini-scenarios: The LI's as dads/parents, gn!MC

Content warnings: in certain parts it will mention MC being pregnant but I will tag that as “pregnant!MC” but other than that you can imagine the children are adopted :>, a bit of suggestive content(especially around Kuras’s), mention of vomit in Vere’s part, mention of manipulation in Leander’s part, overwhelming wholesomeness

Word count: 7.8k

Author’s note: I ended up loving this way more than I thought I did and I kinda want to turn this into a little mini-series so if you have any asks related to them as dads please feel free to send them! ^-^

AIS

In full honesty I can see this man having a big family, he won’t admit it, but he would love having a lot of kids 

Like I’m talking 6 kids, MINIMUM 

For Pregnant!MC: But even after that when you were 8 months pregnant with the 6th one he was asking when could you both “get to work” again and you lowkey had to threaten to cut his balls off(starting to think he might have a breeding kink)

But now to the babies themselves 

I lean more towards girl dad!Ais heavily but I also feel like he would be an amazing dad to some little boys, so with that said, I would say he has

Twin boys as the eldest(most likely ages 8-9)

A girl(6)

Another girl(4)

And one more girl(3)

One more boy(8 months)

Yea I know, a lot of babies 

He definitely used the excuse that the temple is big enough for all you when you asked how are you gonna take care of all of them

He wouldn’t tell you but he would thoroughly enjoy the times when he returns home and hears the sound of giggling and small feet running around 

With his little boys he is very playful and sometimes you have to tell him to chill on the roughhousing(the boys never mind it honestly)

Like if he’s not with you, out somewhere, with the girls, or whatever else he’s with them wrestling as if his life depended on it 

Meanwhile the youngest boy is just sitting there, giggling and clapping watching his dad and brothers fight 

Lowkey can barley cook for shit but dw, he’s more than happy to spend god knows how much money(or steal if we’re being honest) on food from restaurants in Eridia 

O m g he literally spoils his little girls to death(he spoils the boys too dw) 

Yes he has limits on what he can do or buy, yes he is fully aware that he can say no, but can you resist those adorable little puppy eyes?

Everytime you send him out and they go with him, he returns with what you wanted, but at least 5 other bags with him(spoiler alert they all belonged to the girls)

Whenever you confront him for it he just looks at you and sends his most innocent smile “I know I could’ve said no sparrow, but look at those faces? How can I resist that?”

Vere sometimes visits (Visits as in randomly walks in whenever he pleases) and plays with the kiddos, often giving you and Ais enough time to leave and spend some “alone time” together in Lowtown. He pretends he’s annoyed by them but you and Ais both know he’ll die for those kids. 

Honestly if anything you both expected them to be afraid of Vere but given that you have Princess as the family pet and live in the wastelands they have better things to be scared of

I’m sorry but his smoking habits do not go away even when he has kids T^T

He simply just learns to hide it better 

Aka he only does it when he’s away from them or their asleep and in the case where they catch him he throws it not giving a fuck where it could’ve landed 

Would most def give his kids names of japanese origin I’m sorry you cannot argue with me on this 

Moving on to the serious bits 

He has one huge rule that all the kiddos have to follow no matter what 

“Under absolutely no circumstance do you go near the sea spring.”

Ais specifically made it a priority to have your “house” parts of the temple far from it so they would never need a reason to go there

But unfortunately these are small children we’re talking about so of course their curiosity gets the best of them

The oldest twin was wandering around one day and stumbled upon it, voice began echoing in his head, luring him closer to the deadly waters. And just as he leaned down and was about to drink the mysterious liquid, a roaring voice yelling his name ripped him away from the waters 

Ais had never experienced pure terror so intense as he had then, and he never wants to feel that again(Ocedus lowkey took over for a moment when he was scolding the kiddo but he would never know that)

But moving on from the angst 

One of the best dads, genuinely 

He raises his boys to be strong but also knows it’s okay to have bad moments, and no one will judge you for them. But he also raises his young girls to be the same way, but he’s just a “tad” bit more protective of them. 

This demon loves his big family so much and wouldn’t trade them for anything

You and Ais were both laying down in your shared bed, you cuddled up against his chest while his arm was wrapped around you. You both were enjoying some time of relaxation in the early morning before any of the kids woke up, because unfortunately you knew once one was awake, the rest will all come piling out of their shared room in due time.

After a few minutes, Ais’s face pulls into a soft smirk, sighing sarcastically before looking down at you.

“Here comes trouble.”

Whelp, shit 

That’s when all of the sudden, the sound of rapid footsteps came racing, and then you and Ais were being crushed by both of your sons.

“Papa! [preferred parents name]! Get uuuppp!” The eldest yelled at the two of you.

“Alright alright you little gremlins we’re coming.” Ais says while laughing before pulling both of his sons into a headlock.

But just as you were sitting up and getting ready to stand, that’s when two of your daughters came racing, screaming for you and Ais also jumping onto the futon. You catch the both of them and let out a surprised noise, holding them close to your chest. 

But finally, your oldest daughter walks in, carrying your youngest son in her arms while giggling. Ais notices the baby with her and raises his eyebrow.

“Sweetheart, what did we say about sneaking in here and taking your little brother?” 

She lets out another giggle, holding her brother closer while walking to you and Ais. “But he wanted to play with us! I know he did!” 

Ais then releases the two boys from his arms, quickly reaching over to grab your daughter and son and pull them onto his lap, before proceeding to tickle her.

You put down your other kids before leaning over to grab your son and coo at him as he reaches his small hands towards you.

Ais eventually stops tickling the young girl and lays down again with her in his arms, signaling over to you to lay down with them. Before you know it, you, Ais, and all of the kiddos are cuddling together while wrapped around blankets, guess whatever playing they were doing before coming here wore them out surprisingly fast.

As the kids all fell asleep once again, you and Ais remained awake for some more time. Peering up at him, you send him a small smile, basking in the comfort and warmth of the room. He looks right back at you with an expression that only can be described as loving, he leans down, pressing a soft kiss against your lips, quiet whispers of “I love you” echoing through your ears.

He truly couldn’t ask for a better way to wake up.

LEANDER

Although I can definitely see him as a family man, I feel like Leander would like to have some space between when he has kids instead of rushing to have one after the other 

Getting A LOT of girl dad vibes from this man, he would love to have a little princess and you can’t tell me otherwise 

I can see him with one shy little one who’s always hiding behind her dad’s leg when he’s talking to people

He’s extremely extroverted and she’s the definition of an introvert so everyone’s wondering where she got it from(most likely you)

For pregnant!MC, he treated you like a god throughout the entirety of those 9 months. Even tho he was a bit disgusted by some of your cravings, he wanted to keep you happy

“Sure sweetheart of course I can get you cookies with a side of pickle juice ^-^”

He loves that little girl to death omg

As in whatever she wants, she gets

If she wants to have a tea party with him featuring some of the bloodhounds, guess what? Grab him a tiara and a tea cup that can barely fit in his hand

Unfortunately one of the issues that came with her was now he couldn’t spend as much time at the Wet Wick as he would’ve pleased, sure most of it was still gonna be spent there but how would he explain why he had a 6 year old with him at a bar?

 So that led to him eventually finding a home as close as possible to the damn place so at least he wouldn’t have to walk far(He asked the owner at first if he can actually have the spare room upstairs for all three of you and she almost banned him all together)

Loves taking her out on adventures in Lowtown and even has a little handmade bloodhound cloak made for her

I’m sorry for anyone who will find this cringe but he would unironically call her “babygirl”

I just get those kinda vibes 

Literally takes at least an hour once a day to teach her a little bit about magic because she wanted to be able to conjure her own flowers

Most of her wardrobe is filled with the nicest dresses and outfits money can buy(50% of the money is what he gets from jobs and the other 50% is whatever is left over from his allowance of when he was still living with family)

Aside from her shyness, she is literally a mini him 

You lost count of how many random small animals she’s brought home and begged to keep

“Honey I understand that it was hurt after falling off some boxes, but that is a soulless.”

On occasion you’ve caught her using the little bit of magic Leander taught her to make her stuffed animals walk around, but you thought the sight was so adorable you didn’t say anything about it

He has been singing her lullaby’s since she was a baby and it’s to a point where she can recall every lyric in a heartbeat

It makes him cry but he denies it everytime 

Seems like the kinda guy that would name her something like “Skylar”, “Rosemary”, “Magnolia”, or “Tallulah”

Definitely something that sounds beautiful or adventurous 

A little more angsty headcanons 

Giving that the biggest analysis we have of his character is that his whole kindness act is a facade and that a monster hides beneath that 

As she continues growing, Leander becomes increasingly more protective 

Sure she has other friends and most likely people she can spend time with, but how would Leander be able to keep an eye on her if he isn’t around?

Spoiler alert, he has bloodhounds follow her around and report everything back to him 

She’s out at the market with some besties getting food? Cool, he’ll pretend he didn’t already know that when she comes back home to tell him all about it

However, unfortunately, one of those bloodhounds couldn’t be careful enough and she found out 

Cue an hour long argument where she’s telling him she can protect herself and doesn’t need him stalking her

Cue him saying it’s to keep her safe and that she should be lucky he isn’t keeping her in the house 24/7(whoopsie the bad side slipped out a bit)

Eventually you have to step in and tell the both of them to relax and talk when they're both calm :( 

Back to the wholesomeness though

He genuinely cherishes her and always makes sure that she has whatever her heart desires 

But he also teaches her to protect those who can’t protect themselves 

But even after she grows into a strong fighter, at the end of the day she’ll always be his little girl

Leander was sitting at his desk, quietly filling out some paperwork after a long week of back to back jobs for the bloodhounds. He was exhausted, but there was work to be done. 

But as he was busy writing out some reports, the door to the small study opened, and in walked none other than his daughter, who was holding one of her many stuffed animals close to her chest.

“...Daddy?” She called out to him in a hushed tone. 

Leander quickly looked up from the paper, eyes drifting over to the small girl who was standing in the doorway. He sat the pen he was holding down and set the huge stack to the side. That all can wait, what was more important was making sure she was okay.

“Hey there baby girl, everything okay?” He stood up and walked over to her, crouching down so he was on her level.

She looked down at the floor shyly, trying to muster up the courage to continue talking. She hugged her teddy bear closer to her, hiding her face within its fur. “I can’t sleep..Can I stay with you?”

Leander’s face automatically lit up, and he shot her a wide grin. “Of course you can! Come on.” 

After saying that, Leander leans over to pick the little girl up, sliding his arm underneath her body so she can hang off of his side. He then walks back over to the desk, sitting down and adjusting her so she is now resting on his lap. 

“Comfortable?” 

She nodded slowly, snuggling closer into his arms so her head was now resting on his chest. 

Leander smiles down at her, wrapping his right arm tightly around her body so she is secure. But as Leander was about to return to his work, she spoke up yet again.

“Daddy? Can you sing that song from last night?”

Leander glanced down at her again before letting out a light chuckle, “If that’s what my princess wants.” 

Leander clears his throat and sits back in the chair, the little girl grinning in happiness as she hears the sound of her father’s voice beginning to echo throughout the room. 

Some time later you're wandering around the house, searching for your daughter. You wanted to check on her after putting her to bed some time ago, you were honestly beginning to feel worried as you hadn’t even heard her leave the bedroom. But then you remembered there was one place you hadn’t checked, Leander’s study. 

Taking light steps down the hall, you're eventually able to slowly open the door, and the sight you're greeted with almost brings you to tears. 

Leander is resting back against the chair, his arms securely wrapped around your little girl as if he’s trying to protect her from whatever might appear through the door, and head shifted to the side, facing her. Your daughter is laying across his lap with her head against his chest using it as a makeshift pillow, with her holding her teddy bear closely to her body. 

You smile warmly, using your hand to cover your mouth as you walk over to the two of them. Once you reach the chair, you lean down just enough to press a soft kiss on Leander’s head, using your right hand to caress his cheek and swipe some hair out of his face. You then do the same thing to your daughter, placing a kiss on the top of her head and readjusting her a bit so she won’t potentially slip out of his arms, although judging by how tight he’s holding on, you doubt it. 

After kissing them goodnight, you slowly walk towards the door again, not wanting to wake either of them. Before closing the door, you whisper a small “goodnight my loves”, and leave the two of them alone for the night. 

KURAS

The question we should be asking is can this man even have children?

He’s quite literally a biblical angel who has been alive for centuries. Are we sure he’s even fertile?????

We shall find out 

I feel like Kuras was very conflicted on the idea of children for a while, he’s a doctor who is constantly on the job and probably doesn’t have time for most personal pleasures 

But after a time where a panicked mother brought her son to the clinic because he was hurt while playing with some friends, he was considering some things

Seeing her worry so much for him, care so much about his safety that she ran god knows how many blocks to get here? It interested him 

Pregnant!MC, it honestly shocked you a few weeks later when Kuras confirmed you were in fact carrying his child. Mostly due to the fact that Kuras isn’t even remotely human

But alas, here you are

I can see Kuras as both a girl dad and a boy dad 

But I can see him with a little boy that is literally a carbon copy of him 

Pregnant!MC, you were very disappointed when you spent 9 months cooking him in your stomach just for him to pop out with only some of your features 

But if we’re talking adoption then the young boy just straight up snatches his entire personality and his intelligence 

Imagine going to the doctor’s clinic for a check up and you here him ask for some bandages but your confused since no one else is there

Just for a few seconds later a boy who looks no older than at least 10 comes into the room and hands him the bandages and leaves as if that exchange was completely normal 

I get the kind of vibes that he would name him something fancy sounding. Like “Emil” or “Alaster” 

Something that definitely rolls off the tongue nice 

But given that your son got his intelligence, that also means he got his sass 

You thought the reason your little boy was struggling to make friends his age was because his maturity level was a little too high for them, but turns out it was because he kept pulling pranks and roasting the absolute fuck out of them

So that led to you and Kuras having to sit him down and explain to make friends he had to be nice not give them a bottle of basically the equivalent of a fart bomb while lying and saying it was a “good smelling flower”

Of course he listened and was able to make some friends, but unfortunately, the pranks did not go away. He just only started doing them after he knew them for a while 

He definitely fake gags whenever he sees you and Kuras being affectionate with each other 

“Ewwww your basically swapping saliva”

The way he and Kuras get along is bonding over science 

Sitting around the clinic for hours going through different books and papers 

There have been occasions where you’ve came back and saw him passed out in Kuras’s arms because Kuras was reading a book about astronomy to him 

It was so wholesome you almost cried 

A bit of angst

Now we all know Kuras’s worst flaw is his lack of empathy 

It’s not that he doesn’t care at all, it’s just he struggles to understand other people’s emotions 

So this caused some conflict between him and his son :( 

It’s been theorized that whatever Kuras’s “true form” is, is something extremely similar to a biblical angel 

And with that we can guess if you had your son through biological means, that form passed to him as well (we love genetics)

There was a day where Kuras witnessed a crowd of people, adults and children all running away from a specific area. At first, he wondered if someone could’ve gotten injured, so that’s why he went straight in the opposite direction that everyone else was going. Unfortunately, someone was in fact injured, even more unfortunate, the cause of that said injury was his son. Someone had been bullying one of his friends and in a moment of anger from wanting to protect him he accidentally transformed. A day that Kuras wanted to be far from now 

(If your son is adopted then you can pretend that he just got mad and beat up the other kid and felt bad about the fact that he lost his cool)

So that led to Kuras having to carry the injured boy while you carried your son that was currently bawling in your arms after he realized what happened 

After treating the young lad and waiting for his parents to come and find him. Kuras brought his son to his room to talk (that he somehow had personally made. Where did he get the money from? Does he even know how to build a room???) 

At first the talk did not go well. Kuras had to sit there and explain to him how his abilities work, where he got them from, and attempt to do an even better job in comforting him over the situation. And your son, still being emotional (which is understandable he just horribly injured a person without knowing), felt like Kuras didn’t care enough.

So as a result, he refused to speak to him for days. Like daayyyyssss

It wasn’t until Kuras convinced you to make his favorite dish (because remember he can’t cook for shit), and have it for dinner so then he’ll have to speak to him. Which eventually led to them making up and your son being all smiles again :>

But moving on from the sadness

Kuras wants to make sure his boy grows up being the best person he can be. Giving him all the resources he needs (practically home schooled him), teaching him all the life lessons he needs, and making sure he always cared for others

Can’t have him making the same mistakes as he did 

Even though he might not show it a lot, he loves that kid more than anything, and he wouldn’t trade your little family for the world ^-^

After putting your son to bed, you and Kuras finally had some sort of alone time. With you still trying to find a way into the Senobium to find some information linked to your curse, and Kuras having patients day in and day out, you guys barely had any time with each other. So thankfully, after tonight's dinner, and some more playing, your son was out like a light much earlier than you expected. 

Kuras was currently resting on top of you, his hands on each side of your head as he places gentle kisses onto your face and neck, reveling in the sound of your giggles as your own pair of hands drag through his hair. 

“Getting restless are we darling?” He says teasingly. 

You laugh at him again, messing up his hair and bringing him close to share a deep kiss. You feel the sensation of his tongue grazing your bottom lip. You then flip the both of you over so you're the one on top and start dragging your hand down down his chest, getting more closer to the top of his pants. 

But suddenly, a quiet voice interrupted the heating atmosphere. 

“.....Father? [preferred parent name]?” 

At the speed of the gods themselves, you quickly jumped off of Kuras, sitting on the side of the bed, and facing your son. Kuras sat up as well, grabbing a robe so he could cover himself a bit. After that he turned towards the door again, wondering why his son was up so suddenly. 

“Why are you awake little one? Is something troubling you?” He said with a concerned tone. 

Your son fiddles with the ends of his pajamas for a moment, obviously a little nervous about answering the question. 

“I had a bad dream, and now I can’t sleep. Can you read me a story…please?” 

Kuras looks surprised for a moment, before he lets out a snicker and scoots over a bit before patting the area, signaling his son to come sit. The young boy makes his way over to the bed, climbing up onto it and sitting down in between the two of you, watching as Kuras leans over to a small table and picks up a book. 

He opens it to the first page, leaning closer so your son can also see the words, and then he begins reading. 

After a while, Kuras manages to get through a good amount of the book, his smooth, silk voice providing good narration for your son, luring him into another deep sleep as he rests against his chest. 

Kuras himself is pulled into his own little daze, his eyes stretching across the paper as he reads every word out loud. But a small bump against his shoulder brings him back to reality. Looking over he notices you have also fallen asleep, lying down against his shoulder and softly snoring. He smiles softly before grabbing a bookmark and placing it on the book before closing it and putting it back on the table.

He then scoots even closer, leaning his own head against yours, and wrapping his arms around the both of you in a soft embrace. 

His own way of promising protection, reassuring that no harm may come to either of you as long as he’s around.

VERE

How you even managed to date this man much less have children with him is a mystery within itself 

For the longest period, you always believed that Vere wanted nothing to do with kids

And honestly, he himself understood why you thought that\

He’s been alive for centuries, and for most of those centuries him and small children were never a good mix

It was always either they were scared of him, or he found their never-ending hyperactivity annoying 

But one day, while Vere was walking behind you (more like stalking you but you’ll never find out). He noticed that you stopped to help a little girl who was looking for her mom along the busy streets. She was crying but you managed to calm her down by buying her something sweet, and then after that you walked around, looking for her mother. You did eventually find her, and the woman thanked you profusely for finding her daughter, and you replied back saying it was no problem. 

But that sight alone warmed something in Vere. Rarely ever in his years of living had he seen something so soft, so gentle and loving. 

So eventually when you returned back to your home at the wet wick, Vere was already sitting on your bed waiting for you. And before you could ask, he was immediately in your face asking a question you never expected to hear from him 

“How do you feel about having children, my pet?”

“......huh?”

Pregnant!MC - Cue to a few weeks later when both you and Kuras are staring at each other in complete shock when he tells you that yes, you are in fact pregnant 

And Vere is just standing outside with the most smug look on his face

But annnywwaayyyy

Cut to current times and now you and Vere are holding twin baby girls

I’m sorry just like the others he gives off girl dad vibes

Even if you decided to adopt rather than go through the pregnancy, somehow Vere managed to find two fox babies, so either way, he had his fox children (Don’t ask where he found them, you don’t want to know)

Is…surprisingly an okay dad?

 He’s not perfect, then again he’s not horrible, it’s a weird situation 

His pet names for them could use some work but hey, it looks cute from a distance 

Because “my precious little monsters”, “my little terrors”, and “my little nightmares” would not look good to others. But to Vere it's somehow perfect???

He spoils those babies to hell and back, like literally everything they own is of the top most quality 

“Of course I can’t have my children caught dead in anything less. They need to look just as good as I do.”

Sometimes people avoid walking down the same street as them because they get embarrassed by the fact that literally infants have better stuff than them

Now the question is, where did you even put all of these things?

Upon getting the babies, Vere had you (ahem forced) moved out of the room in the wet wick because “I would be damned if I let that egotistical man-child be near my girls for longer than he needs to be.” 

And hence, you and the babies were moved into a little town house Vere had found that had been abandoned for a while, and he refurbished it himself. And it turns out it had been close to his favorite restaurant which was nice. 

But as he spoils them as much as possible, the personal care can use some work.

Feeding them? No problem. burping them? No problem (however he does hold them in a weird position so they can’t possibly vomit and get it all over his clothes, it gets the job done but still T-T). Putting them to sleep? Can take a bit because he does get a little impatient, but it works out eventually. Playing with them? An absolute pro. Changing them? Yea that’s unfortunately your job MC, he does have a sensitive nose. 

Ais sometimes visits and plays with the little princesses while you and Vere go off and hang out together (and also get some “alone” time)

He definitely gives them very fancy sounding names that also definitely match. 

“Luna & Lilah”, “Olivia & Sophia”, “Penelope & Poppy”, the list goes on 

On top of spoiling them, he also does the thing where he pretends to understand exactly what they're saying even if it’s just babbling, but except it's in the worst way possible. 

“Ababbababbasdindasnd”

“Hmmm…yes my dear I completely agree, those pants do absolutely hideous on him”

“Vere omg stop he’s looking at us-”

Unfortunately, some angst

Given Vere’s situation, there do come some complicated situations. In which it leads to Vere being 2x as protective over all of you 

The Senobium never expected him to love someone, even less have children with them

So Vere really has no choice but to hide things from both parties here. With the kids, having to excuse his random disappearances as just adventures, and having to tell those damn clerics that he has no one. 

Those long hours that he has to spent locked up in some dungeon only makes him feel even guiltier because he knows his excuses aren't going to last forever 

But of course, his double life didn’t last forever

A day where he was finally able to return home after hours of killing people for the Senobium, instead of being greeted with you probably sitting in your shared bed while watching your two girls babble and giggle away. Instead he finds you on the ground, crying, and clutching your stomach as if you were injured. And the babies nowhere to be found

Vere rushes over, immediately disregarding any jokes he had in his head to ask you what happened.

You explain to him that some clerics had somehow found out where you lived and charged into the house, demanding to give them very personal information. When you refused to answer they attacked you and took the girls with them.

You apologized to Vere over and over again, blaming yourself for not being able to protect them better. But Vere told you it’s not your fault, it’s the fault of the ones who thought it would be smart to fuck with what’s his. 

Vere of course marched up right to the place where they were keeping his kids, even before he could enter he heard the sounds of their cries, only angering him further 

Now he knew he couldn’t kill the clerics, that was one of the damn enchantments they had put on the collar he’s wearing, but they never said he couldn’t injure them

When he got there, they did antagonize him. Getting on him for keeping something sooo important from them, condescendingly asking what would the Abess think if she found out he was hiding such a secret.

 But what really pissed him off was when they had the balls to insinuate that maybe they should enslave his babies too, since he was so keen on being a family man

Yea let’s just say they were all in comas by the time he was finished. He’ll deal with the Abess later, his daughters were his biggest priority right now. 

He had never felt that much fear in his life as he did at that moment. He immediately grabbed the two of them and held them as close as possible for a long time, checking for any injuries. A part of him was furious at himself for not getting there sooner to do something, but he knew what was important right now was calming them down

He’ll never let something like that happen again

But moving on from the angst 

Although Vere can be a bit difficult when it comes to actually caring for his kids, he still loves them nonetheless, in his own Vere way 

And even though he raises them to be the best of the best, and take shit from no one, resulting in them inheriting his sassiness. They do become very sweet young ladies, which is good for you :>

Both you and Vere were sleeping in your shared room. His arms and tail wrapped around you in a tight embrace. But the quietness was broken by the sound of your youngest crying from the other room, probably feeling lonely and wanting one of you there with her. You and Vere slowly sit up from your places on the bed, filled with exhaustion and grumbling from being woken up. 

But before you can get up to go comfort the little one, Vere pushes you back down so your head is resting against the pillow again. “I’ll take care of her, go back to sleep.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure? I know you get extra grumpy when something wakes you out of your beauty sleep.”

Vere rolls his eyes at your remark, getting up to grab one of his designer robes and throw it on before walking to the bedroom door. “You better not be awake by the time I get back.”

You playfully throw back a “yes sir” before laying back down and closing your eyes, causing him to snicker before leaving and making his way towards the nursery. 

Walking in, he makes quick but quiet steps towards the crib where his baby girl was, taking note to not accidentally wake up his other daughter. (thank the gods she was a deep sleeper)

Her ears were currently pulled back against her head and her tail was pointing straight down as her tears continued rolling down her face. 

Once reaching the crib, Vere picked her up and held her against his chest. “Oh my little monster, what’s bothering you hm?”

He holds her close and walks over to a rocking chair that was sitting in a corner of the room, after sitting down on it he begins slowly rocking them both and trying to hush her tears. 

After a few minutes, her cries begin to calm down and turn into soft whimpers. This makes Vere show a soft smile, happy that was able to get her to settle down. 

“There you go my precious one, good girl.” He keeps rocking, not wanting the possibility of the girl getting fussy again. 

She giggles in response, grabbing her tail and chewing on the ends of it. Vere laughs and removes it from her mouth before grabbing her hand and playfully nibbling on it, this makes her laugh again and wriggle in his arms. 

Eventually, she was able to fall asleep again, this time in her father’s arms as he watched her with nothing but love in his eyes. 

MHIN

It’s honestly the same thing with Vere, how you manage to even get into something romantic with them much less have kids is truly one of the wonders of the world

And just like Vere, you always assumed Mhin would want nothing to do with kids

For multiple reasons

They were never in one place for too long, they were constantly grumpy/in a bad mood, their job was hunting for a living, not to mention their apparent curse probably made things 10x more difficult than it needed to be. 

But being all honest, you noticed the empathetic look in their eyes as whenever the both of you were passing the orphanage, you can tell they felt bad for those children who had no other family to turn too, and wished they could do something about it

So with that, the both of you ended up having very long discussion about where to go from there, and what to do with both of your wishes

So that’s how you ended up with a baby boy in your arms that the women at the orphanage were very insistent on you and Mhin caring for 

I apologize to anyone that wanted to see Pregnant!MC for Mhin but I always imagined them as the kind of person that preferred adoption over pregnancy T-T but I might make a separate post for how LI’s would act with Pregnant!MC :>

Of course you and Mhin did your best to make any preparations for a child, but you weren’t expecting the orphanage to find someone for you that fast

You were honestly surprised when Mhin brought you to the outskirts of Lowtown where there was a small house that looked almost abandoned that had apparently been where they called home for months 

When you questioned them about it they just responded with saying they wanted to lay low so they found somewhere no one would expect them to be 

Also

“I didn’t want you…or him to be around that fucker while we’re trying to keep him safe.”

Yes they were talking about Leander

They also want to keep the baby around only Kuras until they deem everyone else trustworthy(no you cannot talk them out of this)

But eventually when your able to settle down with the little guy, things feel a little more domestic 

It was a tough transition for the both of you, but you managed to get through it :>

Mhin tries to stop taking less jobs and finding ways to sneak into the Senobium, but now that they have you and their son now, they are even more determined to find a way to get rid of their own curse because now their paranoia of hurting you two has doubled 

And with that Mhin was afraid of getting too close for a while, leaving most of the care to you while they watched from behind 

But one day after a long time of convincing, you managed to convince them to hold the little one

It was honestly a little funny watching them panic a bit while the little guy rests in their arms, it was a situation that they had never been faced with 

But they eventually got the hang of it and even played with him a bit, making them smile as they watched their son giggle 

After that Mhin started caring for him more, picking up whatever needed to be done whenever you were away or wanted a break

I can see Mhin wanting to name him something with russian origins, idk why but russian Mhin has been on my mind lately and I can’t get it out 

Something like “Luka”, “Dimitri”, or “Lev”

Even though Kuras is the only doctor in Eridia, he is still the only doctor Mhin is willing to trust with their baby boy

Anytime there is a problem with him Mhin is immediately putting him into a wrap carrier and racing towards the clinic

Nine times out of ten he just has a small cold but Mhin panicked 

They totally still try and do some cultural things that they remember from Lovent with the kiddo, even if it’s barely anything at all it’s enough to bring a smile to their face :>

He doesn’t spoil his little boy as much as the others do, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get spoiled at all

Mhin’s way of spoiling him is whenever they come across something they think he might like while out on a job, it’s in their pockets moments later 

It doesn’t happen all the time, but it’s still adorable 

And now some angst

Given that the biggest headcanon about their curse is that the times they can transform is almost unpredictable, this creates some issues between all of you, especially when they return home from jobs

Mhin of course has an entire protocol for whenever this happens, giving you an entire rundown for it in case they ever transform.

If it ever happens and they're outside the house, lock every point of entry and don’t let them in no matter what. But if they're ever inside the house and it happens, take your son and leave as quickly as possible and go to Kuras. 

But one day, something you never expected happened one night

You were awoken to the sound of your maybe making noises that could only be described as curiosity and almost…joy? 

Sitting up, what you see makes you immediately freeze in place. In the corner of the room opposite of your son’s crib, a massive, black figure sits, its huge, white eyes glow, being one of the only things visible. Somehow your automatically able to tell it’s Mhin, mostly due to the fact that you know of no other bird like creatures

You didn’t know what to do, every possible thing you could’ve done would have opened the possibility of setting…it off 

So all you can do is sit there as your baby keeps giggling and them, while you and the bird just stare at each other 

Eventually, you notice it began to shrink, signaling that Mhin was slowly returning. And you couldn’t be any happier for that news

But once Mhin was finally back, they were crouched down on the floor, breathing heavily and holding a hand against their neck

Your son took notice of this and began whimpering, about to cry from seeing his parent in distress

The next day your little boy was sent to Kuras for a while to check for any injuries, while you and Mhin stayed behind. Unfortunately, this started a massive argument between the two of you

Mhin angry because you both could’ve been in terrible danger and they wouldn’t have been able to live with the thought that they could’ve killed you two. And you telling them that you had no other choice but to sit and no nothing because if you attempted to run then that would’ve only made the situation worse

The argument went on for some time, both of you going back and forth for god knows how long. Eventually, it just resulted in both of you sitting in uncomfortable silence, not wanting to say anything to the other 

But eventually, Mhin spoke up again, saying that their fear of hurting the two of you was stronger than anything else, and they would rather not have a family at all then live with the guilt of what would happen.

So you guys did end up making up, managing to talk things through and find a compromise :>

Moving on from the angst

Like Vere before, Even if it’s rare that Mhin would directly say “I love you” It’s always told through their actions 

From willing to spend countless hours comforting their son, or trying to get him to sleep, or just playing with him, that alone tells you enough that they love him more than anything than whatever's left in this wretched world.

And they wouldn’t have it any other way ^-^

Mhin was returning home late one night after a long hunt of killing soulless. They were utterly exhausted and wanted nothing more than to pass out in your arms. 

Dragging themselves through the door, they are met with the sight of you sleeping soundly in the bed, in a position giving them the idea that you were waiting for them to return. They took off their cloak and threw it onto the floor before taking off their boots and setting them next to the door. 

But before they can flop down against the bed, a high pitched giggle rings through their ears. Turning around they see their baby boy standing up in his crib while hanging on to the ledges, his giggling only escalating when he notices them looking at him. Mhin walks over to the crib, leaning over to pick up the little one and bring him into their arms. 

“Shhhhh…you’ll wake up your [preferred parent name].” They say as they lightly bounce the little one in their arms. 

They walk over to the small playpen they made themselves and sit down in it, setting their son on their lap before grabbing a toy that has the appearance of a baby duck. The baby immediately reaches towards it while laughing, showing off his gummy smile. Mhin softly smiles, making the toy look like it’s walking towards him while making some “quacking” noises. This makes the boy giggle even more, doing his best to mimic the sounds even though he hasn’t been speaking for that long yet. 

Eventually, Mhin places the toy on his lap, letting him grab onto it while wagging it around in the air. While he was doing this, Mhin removed their shirt, exposing the bandages that were covering their chest, they then threw the shirt to where their cloak is, telling themselves they’ll get it in the morning. 

After about a good hour of playing with their little boy, they eventually take the toy from him, making him whimper a bit as he reaches for it again, but Mhin lightly shushing him calms him back down. 

Mhin then takes him back into his arms, lifting themselves up and walking over to the bed and sitting down against it, making sure to move carefully to not wake you up. 

After that, they lay down in the bed, still holding the little one close to their chest as they lean their head back against the pillow. 

It takes a while but he does eventually fall asleep, resting against their chest as they wrap their arm softly around his body, and letting their free hand lay on the small of your back. 

And then it was their turn to fall asleep, but this time, instead of having the regular restless slumber they usually experience, it was quiet, and peaceful for once. 

Author’s note: This ended up being so much longer than I had anticipated but it was very much worth the wait and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I do ^-^

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Author's Note: Hello hello and welcome to the first installment of my holiday fics! Up first, I had some requests for sub Jake, breeding kink, and one incredible ask talking about how we should appreciate Jake's ass more (I wholeheartedly agree) Thank you for reading and if you see any typos... no you didn't.

Word Count: 3940

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, sub!Jake, dom!reader, cussing, gratuitous use of the word ass, orgasm denial, dry humping, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink (stay safe out there folks!) and a lil bit of fluffy domestic Jake. I think that is all but as always please tell me if I missed something. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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It’s no secret that Jake has a lovely ass. And there’s really no other way to put it. And even worse, Jake knows that he’s got a great ass and loves to never let you forget it. And really, Jake only brags about it to you because he knows how much you love it. He’d caught you ogling early on in your relationship and he’d never let you live it down since. 

And if you’re being honest, you play into it plenty on your own. Any time he passes, you love to smack him if you can – sometimes hard, sometimes just enough for him to feel it without anyone else noticing. Jake has a body that makes your mouth water – the most delicious mixture of strong and soft, curves and hard lines of muscle. He’s a rare thing, really. And thus deserves to be appreciated as such. 

And so even though the two of you are hosting a lovely, wholesome family gathering at your house for Christmas, you still feel the need to let him know how sexy he is. 

You enter the kitchen to find him humming quietly under his breath, moving gracefully between the counter covered in ingredients and the stove. He’s got his hair tied up in a low, messy bun (your favorite) and has the apron that you bought him as a joke two years ago tied snugly around his waist. He looks positively delicious. 

“Smells wonderful.” You tell him, stepping fully into the kitchen. 

He glances up from his work, a sweet smile that crinkles in the corners of his eyes gracing his lips. 

“Thanks, babe.” He says, tilting his head as you come up to him. 

Smiling mischievously, you place your hands on his cheeks and pull him down, laying a searing kiss on his lips before pulling away with a smug smile. 

“Woah.” His eyes sparkle as he looks at you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. “What was that for?” 

You shrug, grinning innocently at him. 

“Just doing what the apron told me to do.” 

Jake chuckles, glancing down to where Kiss the Cook is written in fancy red letters across his apron. 

“Fair enough.” He inclines his head, his attention diverting back to the stove. 

“And besides,” you begin, your hand sliding down from his shoulder to cup his ass and squeeze. “Your ass is looking extra lovely tonight.” 

“You say that every night.” He says, turning his body back around to face you fully. His hands find your waist and he walks you backwards until the small of your back presses into the counter. “I think you just like to tease me.” 

You shake your head, grinning up at him like the Cheshire Cat. You wish viciously that you didn’t have a group of guests waiting out in your living room so Jake could bend you over the counter and fuck you right here and now. 

“I just like giving appreciation where it's due, is all.” 

He hums, leaning down to seal his lips over yours again. You can’t tell if it's him, the heat from the stove, or both, but you feel like your body is on fire. A breathy little moan escapes you as his tongue slides between your lips and his grip on your hips tighten.

“Jake.” You whine, a throb taking up residence between your thighs. “Don’t tease. We have company.” 

Jake only laughs, pressing a thigh between your legs and putting pressure on your throbbing cunt. Then, without warning, he lifts you, setting you down on the counter and pressing himself in closer to you.

“They’re not staying all night.” He murmurs, his lips hovering just over yours. “I wouldn’t let them. I still have to give you your gift later.”

Your brows raise slightly at his words, though you’re having a hard time focusing thanks to the feeling of him being so very close to where you want him. 

“We already exchanged gifts this morning.”  

His grin is downright feline as he regards you. 

“This one is special, though. I can’t give it to you until tonight…” he runs a calloused finger over your nipple, pinching it and rolling it so that it hardens, “once everyone is gone.”

You can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear. You hook your legs around his hips, pulling him in tight to you and moan as the rough fabric of his jeans brushes slightly against your clit. He’s got one hand on your hips, the other placed palm down on the counter as he leans over you – the very picture of a man who is about to get exactly what he wants. 

“Jake, I-”

“Really?!” 

You both startle and Jake’s eyes snap to the doorway like those of a child who’s just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Josh stands with his arms crossed, a disgusted, incredulous look on his face. 

“It is… definitely what it looks like.” Jake says with a shit eating grin, stepping back away from between your legs and straightening his apron. 

“In the kitchen? Where we make the food?” 

“Sorry, Josh.” You say, hopping down from the counter and strolling past him, squeezing his shoulder as you go. “Just couldn’t control myself.”

Jake chuckles, turning back to the stove to stir something. 

“She can’t resist, Josh. It’s really not her fault.”

Josh meets his words with an affronted look and a gagging sound before following you back out into the living room with the rest of the guests. 

“You both are gross.” He grumbles, shuddering a bit at the grin on Jake’s face and the flush to your cheeks. 

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It feels like time moves at a glacial pace. Dinner had been fantastic – you’re convinced that Jake was a chef in another life, but you were more than happy when your guests finally began to leave. You and Jake watch them go, thanking each of them for coming and wishing them a merry Christmas. As impatient as you had been all night, it was still nice to have everyone together – a rare and difficult feat these days given how crazy everyone’s schedules are. And everyone being free tonight had been nothing short of a Christmas miracle. 

As you stand in the doorway waving as the last car pulls out of your driveway, like a cat, Jake stalks up behind you quietly and leans down, pressing his lips just above your ear. 

“Can I give you your gift now?” 

You startle only slightly before you spin around to be met with Jake’s dark eyes staring at you. 

“I’ve been waiting for hours.” You whine, and you can’t even find it within yourself to be embarrassed for how needy you sound. 

Jake smiles widely, his white teeth glittering. 

“And I’m going to make you wait just a few more minutes.” 

You open your mouth to protest but Jake silences you with a look – that same domineering look that he always gives you in the bedroom. Your mouth snaps shut and he smiles appreciatively. 

“I’m going to go upstairs and get ready and you’re gonna wait down here until I text you to come up.” He raises a brow at you, silently demanding whether you understand. You nod once, afraid that your voice will fail you. “And when you do come up, I want you in nothing but your bra and panties.” 

“Yes sir.” 

With that, he spins on his heel and ascends the stairs, leaving you a wet, shaking mess in his wake. With trembling fingers you pull off your shirt, thankful that the blinds had been drawn as the guests began to filter out. The fire in the fireplace crackles as you step out of your skirt, leaving you in only your undergarments just as he had asked. With nothing else to do, you fold them and place them on the back of the sofa so that you can easily come and get them in the morning. (You have a feeling that Jake isn’t going to let you leave the bed for the rest of the night). 

Finally, your phone pings with a text from Jake. You don’t even bother reading it before scampering up the stairs, your heart pounding and your thighs sliding easily against each other thanks to your wetness. 

As you reach the top of the stairs, you can see the door to yours and Jake’s bedroom cracked ever so slightly. Taking a deep, shaky breath, you push it open to be met with the warm glow of the mini Christmas tree that you had made Jake put in here. The fragrant scent of cinnamon and sugar wafts through the air thanks to the candles that lay lit on just about every surface. 

And finally your eyes find Jake, completely bare and leaning back in the middle of the bed, his thighs spread and his cock already hard and leaking with precum. His smooth skin washed in warm light looks damn near edible. His eyes look almost black, half-lidded and watching you closely. He’s taken his hair down, letting it fall down to rest against his shoulders. With one hand wrapped around his cock and stroking lazily, he grins at you.

“Jake, what-?” You’re at a loss for words. Your mouth has gone dry and you’re sure that your eyes have widened like saucers. 

“Your gift.” He says, his voice smooth as velvet. “Me. However you want me.” You feel as though you might combust on the spot. “All the control. Tie me up,” his eyes cast upwards to the hook on the wall above the bed that is always reserved only for you, “make me beg, don’t let me cum. Whatever you want. Just for tonight.”

“Holy fuck, Jake.” You murmur, stepping closer to the bed  and practically drooling at the sight. “This is…” You can’t find the words. It’s everything. He is everything. 

“Come on, baby.” His voice beckons and your feet move seemingly without your knowledge of them until you’re standing right next to him. “Don’t know where to start?” He mocks, darting his tongue out to wet his bottom lip.

You really don’t. He’s always the one in control, always the one telling you what to do. And now here you are, suddenly with all the power resting in your hands. There’s so many choices you can’t even decide. 

Jake chuckles. 

“I finally give you what you want and you can’t even choose.” His voice is saccharine and his hand still works over himself slowly. “You weren’t shy earlier when you came and grabbed my ass where anyone could have walked in and seen.” He reminds you, and the words are like a switch deep within you and a wicked, filthy idea pops into your mind. 

“Stop talking.” You find yourself saying, your voice coming out far smoother than you were expecting. 

Jake’s eyebrow quirks up. 

“Oh?” 

“I said stop talking.”  This time the demand in your voice is clear and Jake’s jaw snaps shut. “And stop touching yourself.” Obediently, his hand falls limp at his side. His breathing picks up. 

Without a word and with fire between your legs, you crawl into the bed. Jake is the picture of delicious sin laying there prone and waiting for you. You glide a palm down his leg, stopping at his calf where you trace small circles into his skin. 

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” You ask softly, though you aren’t expecting a response. In fact, with the way Jake’s chest heaves and his cock twitches at your use of the word ‘pretty,’ you already know that you’ve found a nerve without him uttering a single syllable. “You are,” you continue, letting your eyes glide up his form – over his strong thighs, over the soft curve of his stomach, to his broad shoulders, his glossy hair, his beautiful face, “so, so pretty.” 

A soft whine escapes him and fuck it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. You want to get lost in him, to lick across every inch of his gloriously exposed skin and to make him whine like that a thousand more times. All things that you will do later. But for right now, the ache between your thighs has become unbearable and you need to find some sort of release before you can start in on him. And you have the perfect idea for it. 

“Lay on your belly, Jakey.” You murmur and you watch with lustful eyes as he complies immediately. 

You swear under your breath as he settles and your eyes land on that beautiful ass of his – so plump and round. You splay your palms out on each cheek, kneading into the thick flesh. Without warning, you lay a harsh smack against it and he cries out – the sound like music to your ears as you watch the way his ass jiggles from the strike. 

“You know how much I love this, don’t you?” You ask, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on his right then his left cheek. 

Jake nods, a breathy little ‘yes’ hitting your ears, muffled slightly by the pillow. 

“It makes me so wet.” You admit, rising slightly and moving yourself upwards so that you’re straddling one cheek, pressing your clothed clit into the ample muscle. “I’ve always wanted to ride it. Imagined how good it would feel on my clit.” You experimentally rock your hips and your body shudders at the pleasure it renders. “You don’t cum yet, baby. Okay?”

“Okay.” His voice is broken – breathless and needy. 

You roll your hips, the friction positively delicious and you can’t help but to cry out. You keep it slow, just enjoying the feeling. It’s better than you could have imagined – and far better than any pillow that you’d done this to in the past. With each drag, Jake moans beneath you and the sound drives you wild. 

You lean forward and place both of your hands on his lower back, digging your fingers into the flesh and using the leverage to grind your hips harder against him. You begin to bounce, abandoning any thoughts other than the release that you’ve been aching for since your run in with Jake in the kitchen all those hours ago.

With each roll of your cunt against his ass, Jake’s hips press down into the mattress making his cock rut into the mattress each time. He’s a whining mess beneath you, the friction enough to get him to the edge but not nearly enough for him to cum yet. Just enough to drive him mad beneath you. 

"Fuck." Jake mumbles, his lower back arching downwards and his ass pushing up into you more. As much as you're enjoying this, he seems to be enjoying it, too.

You slow yourself down again, sensually undulating your hips and exhaling shakily.

"You feel so good, Jake." You praise, keeping that slow pace of your hips. Jake's only answer is to moan beneath you and you can't help but to imagine doing this again. And fuck, you know that you're never going to be able to even think about his ass without growing wet... let alone admire it with your eyes.

Spurred on by the thoughts of how sexy you find this position and by the way Jake is whining and wriggling beneath you, you begin to pick up your pace. You know that you're not going to last. You can't hold it off any longer. You need it.

With yet another slap to his ample backside, you roll your hips faster, that low burning in your belly morphing into fire as your orgasm finally hits you. You toss your head back and cry out as the waves crash through you. You keep moving your hips against him, drawing out your release as long as it can go. Finally, when your body begins to shiver with overstimulation, you fall off him. 

“Y/n.” Jake whines, rutting his hips harder into the bed.

“Don’t.” You warn, stilling him with a heavy hand on his lower back. “Roll over.” He does, and you’re pretty sure you’ve never seen his cock so hard before. You press a hand to each of his knees and spread them wider, giving you plenty of space to settle between them. “What’s got you so worked up, baby?” You tease, eyeing him like a piece of candy. 

“You.” His voice cracks on the word and he clears his throat. “Hearing you.” 

“Aww.” You say sweetly, pinching the top of his cock between your fingertips. “So sweet, Jakey.” You’ve never really used that nickname much before, especially not in the bedroom. But right now, with him pliant and needy beneath you, it seems fitting. This isn’t the Jake that you usually have during sex – the rough, dominant Jake. This Jake is soft and delicate and oh so desperate for any bit of relief. Jake's body tenses and jerks, a cry falling from his lips each time you ghost your fingertips over the swollen head of his cock.

“Please.” He arches into you, his stomach muscles tensing and untensing as he tries to control himself. 

“Please what?” You can’t help but tease him. 

“Touch me.” 

You giggle and continue to play with just his tip, switching between squeezing and delicately tracing it with your fingertips. You can't stop the amusement that you feel. He's so sensitive, so receptive to each ghost of a touch.

“I am touching you, babe.” 

He groans, tossing his head back harshly into the pillow. You only laugh and wrap your hand around him fully. He’s hot and pulsing in your palm. You smear his precum around him and begin to pump him slowly, drawing a deep moan from him as his eyes squeeze shut. 

“I’m getting why you enjoy this so much.” You say and Jake blinks his eyes open at you. “Seeing you all squirmy and desperate.” 

Jake opens his mouth to reply but you tighten your fist and speed up a bit. 

“Oh fuck!” He groans and his hands reach out to grab you – whether to pull you in closer or to make you speed up you can’t tell (he probably doesn’t even know either), but you immediately let go of his cock at the motion. 

“Oh. I forgot.” 

You rise up a bit, reaching up and over Jake to pull open the top drawer of his nightstand, your fingers quickly finding the silk that Jake loves to use on you. You tap Jake’s chest and he surrenders his wrists to you without a fight, holding them next to each other as you loop the scarf around them and then hook his arms up on the little peg above the headboard. 

“I think the power has gone to your head.” Jake murmurs, his brown eyes watching you with nothing short of reverence. 

“Maybe a little bit.” You shrug, settling back between his legs. “I just can’t help myself though. You look so pretty like this.” 

“You like calling me pretty, don’t you?”

You shrug again and resume your stroking on his aching cock.

“And you like being called pretty.”  You challenge, speeding up your hand. 

Jake’s only answer is tossing his head back and arching his back, the muscles in his arms straining and flexing as he fights against the restraints. You move your hand quickly, so quickly that your forearm burns. Pleas and whines fall from Jake’s lips without so much as a breath in between, his body fighting between pleasure and pain. You can tell that he’s close, his mouth completely open and his chest flushed and glistening with sweat. You keep going a moment longer before bringing your hand away completely. 

“Y/n.” Jake cries, his hips rising off the bed to try and follow your hand. 

“I told you not to cum yet.” You remind him, laughing at the desperation on his face. “You’re not gonna cum yet, right?” 

He shakes his head quickly and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple. 

“I won’t. I won’t.” He whines and you reward the plea in his tone by starting again. This time keeping your pace deliberately too slow. “More.” He begs you after what could have only been a minute, those beautiful eyes of his boring into your own. 

“And you won’t cum?” 

“Promise.” 

You give him what he wants, pumping him faster and pressing your thumb into the spot just below his head just like you know he likes. He’s panting and writhing beneath you and his legs begin to shake as he nears that edge yet again. 

“Jake.” You warn, but you don’t let up, you don’t slow down. 

His whole body is tense and his muscles still fight against where his arms are restrained. 

“Jake.” You warn again and his mouth drops open with a loud moan. “You better not cum.” 

“I can’t- I’m gonna- fuck, stop!” 

You do and he sighs in some mix of both relief and disappointment. He’d been so close. 

“Good boy.” His eyes crack open at that and a tired smile graces his lips. 

“It’s definitely gone to your head.” He says, trying to get his breathing back under control. 

You giggle as you reach behind you and unclip your bra. Jake’s eyes fix on your bare breasts and he bites his lip. 

“This is torture not being able to touch you.” 

“I know.” You laugh as you slide your soaked panties down your legs and toss them somewhere in the room. “Now you know how I always feel.”

“You ever gonna let me cum? It fucking hurts.” He says, his voice pitched higher. 

“So whiny.” You tsk, settling yourself on top of his thighs. “But still being so good for me.” 

He preens at the compliment, practically purring beneath you. You reach up and unhook the silk from the hook, freeing his wrists at last. You grab them and place them on your hips for him. Immediately, his grip tightens. 

“I’m gonna ride you, Jakey. And you can touch me as much as you want now.” 

“Thank you.” He breathes out and you can tell that he really means it. 

You reach between your bodies and grip his cock, guiding his head to your folds and finally you sink down on him. The stretch is delightful and so so perfect and you both moan at the feeling. 

“Holy shit.” Jake says through clenched teeth, fingers digging into your hips. 

You rise up and slam back down on him, immediately setting a brutal pace that you know neither of you will last long with. Already, you can feel your second orgasm approaching and Jake is absolutely losing it beneath you. His eyes have clamped shut and his mouth hangs open. Moans slip past him with each thrust and you can feel his cock twitching inside you. 

You stop for a moment and he makes to protest before realizing what you're doing. You rise up and plant both of the balls of your feet on the bed, squatting over him as you start to bounce again. This time, the new angle allows him to slip even deeper into you.

"Jesus."

"Fuck, you fill me up so good, Jake."

Your thighs burn but you don't stop. You won't stop if only to keep that face on Jake for a moment longer. His brows are tipped upwards, his hair sticks to his face from sweat, and his plump lips are parted in almost a snarl. You've never seen him like this – as if he truly is doing all he can to not fall apart this very second. Jake has always been vocal during sex, never afraid of moaning or crying out when something feels good (so unlike most men that you've been with). But tonight it's like he couldn't control himself if he tried. Moans, whines, even whimpers fills the space between you, mixing so beautifully with the sound of his cock moving through your wetness that has begun to drip down your thighs. This moment, here with him like this... it's like Heaven on Earth.

“I’m gonna cum.” Jake tells you and you keep going, nodding and crying out as his tip hits that special place inside of you. “Fuck, Y/n.”

It’s a warning. You’ve been together for years but you’ve never let him cum inside of you before – no matter how many times you’ve seen the disappointment in his eyes when you ask him to pull out. It was never the right time. You’re both always so busy and you never wanted to risk it. But right now... you don’t care. He’s always been patient with you. Never pushes for kids when he knows you’re not quite ready even though he wants them so badly. And really, the odds of getting pregnant with where you are in your cycle right now are low anyway. But you find yourself thinking that if tonight doesn't work you'll be trying again soon. You want this with him. It’s almost the New Year and what better a way to move into 2024? Jake has proven time and time again that he will always be by your side and as you ride him, after he's given himself wholly and totally over to you... fuck, it sounds like the most wonderful thing in the world.

“Y/n! I can’t hold it! Fuck!” Jake’s voice is desperate, his body so tense you’re worried he might hurt himself somehow. 

“Give to me, Jake!” You cry through a moan, your hips grinding into his at a merciless pace. “Fill me up! Fuck, please.”

That’s all it takes. Jake yells as he finishes, a feral growl starting deep in his chests that builds up into a mighty cry as he spills into you. You can’t hold on any longer yourself and your orgasm tears through you. Stars explode behind your eyes and Jake’s body twitches and shakes beneath you as your walls clench around his spent cock. With one last exhausted roll of your hips, you collapse at Jake’s side. 

“Shit.” Jake breaths out, his chest heaving and his skin slick with sweat. "Best sex we've ever had."

“Yeah. Fuck.” 

“I-" Jake swallows once and inhales deeply through his nose for a moment. "Thank you. ” His voice sounds tired but soft and warm. Those two words are simple, all he can think of to say. But they carry the weight of everything and you both know it. He rolls over to face you, those chocolate eyes of his looking at you with so much love you think you might cry.  

“Merry Christmas.” You answer him softly in return. It seems you also had one last gift to give him this Christmas.  

He laughs and the sound rumbles deep in his chest. 

“Merry Christmas.” 

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That lil house, between your legs, where all my dreams wait

A Sarge & lil Mama fic -the Proposal

Summary: Elvis informs a certain girl of his dreams that she’s gonna marry him…she’s got some concerns and conditions, one includes him making sure his babies will fit in her lil house

Warnings: Umm, the mild usual with this universe? Themes of breeding, housewife and innocence kink, ill informed consent regarding a pussy inspection and said pussy inspection and descriptions of a vagina (ok, it’s Elvis being a creep and looking up her skirt on her request, but made cute ok?) mentions of Gladys’ death

-February of ‘58 timeline change

“It’s been decided.” is the first thing out of his mouth that morning as he strides up to Elaine where she stands in the shade of her father’s porch.

She’d been over at Graceland all day yesterday and the evening, too, -most days here lately- trying to make him eat, trying to keep him company, trying to get him out of his mother’s closet. It had been in the reverse order of all that, but she had done it. She was the only human that Private Elvis Presley would take orders from, though he reckoned she didn’t guess that. Sweetly, softly, efficiently, she’d gotten him out and gotten him calmed down and gotten him fed. Probably would have put him to bed if he hadn't given her a weak smile and told her to run on now, he wanted to discuss something with her father.

And now he’s here on her porch, looking like maybe he did sleep after all, judging by the rumpled state of his usually pristine hair. It’s growing out a little since they shore him of his prized locks. She thinks he looks better this way, prettier and sweeter without the gel and the sulk. He looks older, too, the way his arms bulge from push-ups and bootcamp, highlighted by the way they bracket the porch posts as the heavy weight of his gaze flicks over her.

“What’s been decided?” Elaine asks him from the gloom of the porch, squinting at his looming silhouette as it’s outlined by the white, bright, February sun.

She’s unable to recall a single loose end regarding the funeral arrangements he had charged her to oversee. It’s over and down with. Miss Gladys is six feet below the sod in Graceland’s backyard and the fans and family have been hosted with impeccable hospitality by herself, the obituaries and memorials written, the flowers preserved as long as possible. Elaine noticed a few petals had started to fall from the Peace Lilly spray when she was over yesterday. She’d picked them up hastily, hoping he didn’t notice that even those were dying. The decisions are all over and done with, he’s due back to the army in a month. And she’s back to teach and produce at RCA.

“It’s been decided and don’t you go objectin, it’s for the best.” he repeats insistently, but his jittering leg gives away the bold act. He’s nervous, she realizes.

“What is it, Elvis?” she asks, voice soft and encouraging as it’s been all week.

“You’re gonna marry me,” he says, “talked it over with your daddy an’ everything, it’s settled. Graceland hasn’t got a mistress no more, and you belong there. Saw it all week, you’re perfect for it.”

He informs her -not asks, ask would imply some free will on her part- like it’s her required duty to the nation or something. Marry him. Like taxes or the draft.

“You outta your ever lovin mind?” she whispers, genuinely worried he’s snapped under the weight of his publically analyzed grief. She’s seen how useless Vernon has been in comforting him, she knows how lonely it gets when one’s mama isn’t there to comfort you for her dying on ya. Elaine really feels for him, she does.

He was there for her when it happened to her, so she’s been there for him. But she knows this can’t be more than a half baked idea.

“I’m dead serious.” he growls, his ferocity taking her aback, she shifts her weight from foot to foot and eyes him warily, “I told ya, it’s all settled, your daddy said yes, you ain’t got anythin to object to.”

“Don’t I just?!” she laughs, “Elvis, you’re just sayin this cause I’ve been with ya during these last few days, and you’re hurtin and you’re lonely and it’s understandable and I’ll be there for ya, always. But you just had a girl, and this’ll pass sure enough. You’re Elvis Presley, your life’ll go on after this. And, and I-well, I’ve been wanting to get married and I want babies and I’ve wanted it for awhile now. I’ve waited on ya to help me like ya promised but I won’t be played with, I won’t! Not even by you. Not even when you’re sore.”

“You want babies?” he asks, his voice low and a sweaty hand leaves the porch post and cups her cheek, calloused fingers digging into her scalp when she goes to pull away, “I’ll give ya babies.”

“I’m being serious, Elvis!” she complains, neck craned away from his assessment of her lips. She never jokes about children, and she won’t let him.

“So am I.” his soft, boyish face looks hopeful suddenly, and rather capable. “I’ll give ya babies, far more than most men could manage.”

“How?” she whispers, his persistent sobriety throwing her into confusion.

“How?” he repeats, copying her quiet tone, distantly hearing the faint squeak of the porch swing chains as the breeze lazily rocks it.

“Yes,” she hesitantly goes on, “how do you know you can? How does anyone know if they can?” It’s something that's bothered her for awhile now. The idea of marrying a man who fails to give her children like Mrs. Myers husband down the street. Five years married and no kids, it’s the talk of the neighborhood. Or those starlets who manage to never have a child and disfigure their waists, no matter the amount of masculine company they keep.

Elvis cocks his head to the side, a puzzled glimmer in his eyes as Elaine’s bashfully inquiring eyes plead with him to understand her burning curiosity. And when he does -fully understand her naïveté, that is- he feels his cock twitch beneath his belt.

“Wellll,” Elvis draws the word out and she is swaying towards him now, that boiling hunger to learn coiling her tight as she hangs on to his every syllable, “I’m pretty confident, it’s just a thing that a man can tell, ya see, it’s a guess, but an educated one. But, we could make sure.” he’s winging it at this point, and shaming his heavenly mother while he’s at it, but he can’t seem to stop himself, not now that he knows he’ll be her teacher and her claimer if he can just make her agree, “We could check and make certain I ain’t overpromisin’, make sure the furniture fits the house, if ya get my drift.”

She doesn’t get his drift. That’s plain to see by the quizzical furrow of her eyebrows and the gape of her plump mouth as she tries to make sense of his euphemisms. Clever and bright Elaine Phipps looking a bit dumb as she blinks up at him in the shade of her front porch makes him smirk wickedly.

“You want children?” she asks, instead of taking him up on his offer just now.

“Most certainly do, we talked bout this before, Elaine.”

“You were complainin bout Anita, back then. Anything to find fault with her, doesn’t mean ya like children.” she crosses her arms and it pushes up her girlish bosoms, pale and promising beneath her gingham check house dress. He’s gonna make those bigger, so plump they’ll spill over that merely adequate neckline.

“Look here you got it wrong, Anita and the rest, they were nice gals, yeah?” he concedes, but it’s just to launch his next explanation, “But they weren’t mama material, ya see? My mama, she told they weren’t fittin, and she told me you were. Just as all the twiggy boys and sleek doctors and the artists fellers ya hang round, they either want your money or they’ll only make decent beaux -but they ain’t gonna make good daddy’s. Mark my words.”

“And what, you don’t want my money?” she teases.

“Now, ‘Laney honey, I’m the one who makes ya your money.” he laughs, tweaking her nose with his fingers and she bats his hand away with a giggle. “And conversely ya own my voice, you’re on my label as a producer, right next to your ole man.”

“Speaking of,” she grows earnest, “ya know Sam Cooke? Signed onto RCA right after ya?”

“Yeah, what of ‘im?” he frowns, impatient this conversation has gotten derailed from its original purpose -to the topic of another man, and a swanky one at that, “You gonna marry him?” he balks.

“No, no! though if he asked…” she winks and he squeezes her waist in warning, feeling the soft flesh give under her girdle from his pressure. That’s how it’ll feel to hold onto her when she rides him.

“What bout him?”

“So, he’s gonna start another record company,” she looks so earnest and invested in the topic he has to let her go on, “one where the artists will have control and rights to their music! And he’ll stay at RCA in the meantime but he’s tryin’ to find supporters and other to join him, a few have already this first month. And, well -“

“What?” he asks again, and it makes her lashes flutter as she gets shy under his stare, “Ya want me to join?”

“Well yeah! Though I doubt Parker would let ya. But that isn’t what I was gonna tell ya.” she bites her lip, “My point is, the point is -that Sam has offered me to be a producer! I mean -Elvis! We’re talkin Cooke, Redding and Smokey and well Burke and- lord it would work for you! But the point is, I’m gonna be doin that, I’m thinkin of taking him up on it.”

“Now hang on a second.” he shakes her gently by his hold on her waist, “One minute you’re objectin to marryin me cause I’m ‘Elvis’ and you say that as if babies an’ me don’t go together like cookies and cream -and now here ya are all talkin bout hangin with cool cats and producin and climbin the laddeh. Which ya want honey? Thought you wanted to be a mama?”

“I’m just saying,” she stamps her foot in the little bit of floor space his crowding has given her on the porch, “You’re talkin bout marryin and Graceland havin a missus and meanwhile you’re gonna be gone across the ocean! How’s that make any sense? Ya don’t need a wife for that, I could be house sittin for ya just as well, while producin with Cooke in the meanwhile and when you get back, I’ve no doubt you’ll fall in with some starlet or other. See? There, fixed. Sensible plan now. And I agree to it, yer welcome.”

“Little girl, yer not hearin me at all.” he raps his knuckles against her oh so sensible yet silly head, her startled indignance the cutest thing he’s ever seen, “I want me a woman to marry before God, to give my children to, to raise those children to a right legacy, to help me make a change for good in all this mess. And I want that to be you.” he articulates the last sentence clearly and prods his index finger against her chest, like the finger of fate marking her out for this.

“Elvis i-“she shakes her head adamantly, and he thinks it must be a little hard for her to understand that his every daydream, every evening prayer, every midnight spill into the sheets these last two years have been about making a family outta her. But she will get the vision, she’s gotta. She has to. Or else. Else he’ll do somethin rash and unchristian if she doesn’t relent to bind herself to him before he goes back to Fort Hood.

Somethin real rash, like wring her neck or admit he’s a goddamn slave for her. Embarrass them both. She probably can tell, the way he’s gripping her and nearly salivating over such close proximity to her lips and body and everything. He has to remember his mama, has to remember how to treat the gal she pointed out to him in the manner befitting a new Mrs Presley.

“You want babies? Hmm?” he’s breathing in her exhales he’s so close, as she’s bowed backwards as he leans in, her little head almost bumping her fathers front door in an effort to keep their lips apart, “I’ll give ya babies. You wanna make good music? The best in music is holdin ya right now, baby. You wanna make a difference? I know ya do, ya want power and ya want security and money and ya want love, don’t ya? Way I see it, I’ll give ya that. Better and more of it than anyone. Sensible plan, ain’t that what ya called yours? Well, here’s one, damn sight more sensible than yours and tryin all this solo.”

Her pretty lips are puffing with each labored breath she takes to steady herself and her eyes track over his face intently, and he knows she weighing the pluses and the minuses, his fame verses money and his moods over his devotion and his appetites over his loyalty and anonymity over influence. The hands she has pressed to his chest to keep them apart soften with each passing moment.

“But -do ya even love me, Elvis?” she asks, a note of something very sad but a little hopeful lingering in her voice. Like she’s mourning the fact that she’s considering this for all the reasons that make her so wonderfully practical, but the girl in her can’t help but wish for a little romance.

A gust of a breeze whips her hair around her in a swirl of brushed out curls and her eyes sparkle even in the porch’s shade. He cups that precious, brave little face in his hands and presses her against the screen door, neighbors and street traffic be damned

“Oh honey,” he gushes then, cool demeanor abandoned and all that lovely passion she adores in him coming out at last, “I have for a long while now. And I can’t think of a stronger way of showin ya than to give you my babies. To make a life with you, give ya mama’s house and my name. Please say yes, Elaine. Please, please I need ya to say yes.”

“Oh Elvis,” she breathes, feeling him hold her and promise to her and want her is every bit as naturally compelling of obedience as that night of the funeral, but she never once imagined it as his wife, “I just don’t wanna be alone Elvis,” she tries to make him see her true fear, “I’m real honored by this but, but I’m so lonely and I want all this so I won’t be! And you’re gonna be gone. Gone to Germany and then gone to make music and movies and-“

“I’m gonna take ya with me! Always, always together, I swear!” he closes the distance and presses his lips to hers firmly despite her lack of response, “I need me a wife, Elaine,” he pants against her mouth and she can smell the spearmint of his gum, “I need a good woman, and you’re the one mama pointed out to me. Shouldn't of put it off so long but I-I was a fool. I need ya with me everywhere I go, don’t send me across the ocean without you! Don’t, you wouldn’t be so cruel, please baby, please!”

He’s not sure how it happens but he’s slumping down the length of her body, hands sliding along the gorgeous outline of her and suddenly he’s on his knees, painted boards hard against his knees, begging like a groom oughta, his face is pressed to her womb. This womb he’s got such plans for and such right to and he has to make her see that in his head they’ve been married for years already. “I’ve taken care of ya, haven’t I?” he begs her to remember, “You trust me to take care of ya, to love ya, to cherish you, don’t ya, Elaine?”

The kicker is she does. And she’s not sure why she worries more is needed. All she wants right now is to be needed, and the crying, grieving young man clinging to her right now needs her badly. She runs her fingers through his hair soothingly and likes the way that makes him shudder. “Will you always need me, Elvis? Really? Even when good times come round again?” she asks what really worries her.

He pulls his face away and looks up at her, lips puffy and his dark lashes clumped from tears, “Always, Elaine, always.”

“And you’ll give me Graceland?”

“Yeah, course baby, you’ll be my wife, it’ll be yours!”

“I mean...legally, you’ll give it legally.” she doesn’t ask this time, she’s stating conditions.

“I-I-if it matters so much, sure. What’s some more papers?” he laughs. “Why?” he adds with a flicker of dread.

“You won’t divorce me if I’ve got Miss Gladys’ house, will ya?” she explains and has the audacity to grin.

It hurts deeply that she still doesn’t get just how badly he wants her for all eternity. “Why you talkin bout divorce, honey?” he asks wounded.

“So many people get them.” she says mournfully, “And mostly entertainers.”

“That's cause they marry icy bimbos and are selfish bastards.” he states, rising up to his own two feet again, the topic back on safe ground -ground he has the upper hand in. “See, darlin, there’s plenty of men who want wives, and cause the wives want children they tell the poor girls they want kids, too. But they don’t, so once the wives have got the kids they move on. Real dastardly thing to do and more common than you realize. And with your money and your looks, you’ll have a line of such good for nothin bastards linin up with fake promises. You understandin me?”

“Yeah.” she swallows thickly, knowing he knows far more about all this than she does.

“So it’s important to marry someone ya trust, right?” he prods.

“Yeah.”

“More so than even someone ya love, dontchu think?”

“I suppose so.” she nods, care creasing her face, “You don’t mind that I don’t love ya Elvis?” she asks worriedly, “Because I am really fond of ya, and I enjoy you I just -I don’t think I love ya.”

“I’m willin to bet that’ll come.” he says solemnly, “And I’m willin to put in the work to make it grow. Just as I will our babies.”

Her face softens at the mention of the longed for babies. A smile even plays around her mouth, beginning to plump up her cheeks. “Will ya check, then?” she whispers.

“Check what?” he asks, absently thumbing the beautiful line of one of her collarbones.

“If it’ll work.” she blushes, ignorance both emboldening and shaming her all at once, “Make sure we can make babies for sure, you and I.”

“Gotta do that before you say yes?” he laughs, disbelieving and feral at the prospect.

“Yes, it’s important to me, Elvis.” she remonstrates against his humor. “Most important thing of all.”

“A-a-alright, I-I-I’ll check.” his mouth runs dry at the prospect of seeing, smelling, maybe even wetting his fingers in that place he’s wrung himself dry imagining night after night and morning after morning. And the fact she’s asking, offering -under ill informed pretenses as it is. “Can’t do it out here.” he whispers, the depravity of his taking advantage like this actually taking a toll on his bravado.

“Come in then,” she whispers in turn, though from a different motivation, “but be quiet, daddy’s still sleeping, ya kept him up so late.”

She opens the creaky screen door with painstakingly slow care, and the large wooden one, too, with its familiar stained glass windows. It is cool and dark without a lamp on or blind raised inside their den, she’d barely gotten dressed and come downstairs to start breakfast when she heard his car peel out in the front drive.

She spins around just short of the coffee table, her circle skirt swirling and swooshing tantalizingly, no stockings on yet as she wasn’t prepared for guests.

“Where should I….” she trails off as she surveys the different flat spots upon which to perch for this examination, her devout ignorance of the socially condemned nature of it all giving her a chipper confidence that Elvis finds throbbingly attractive in an unschooled virgin.

His voice sounds gravelly and about three octaves deeper than usual when he croaks out, “Anywhere's fine -how bout here…” he picks her up by her waist to sit her on the high top, Oriental imported side table, a gift her father gave her mother as an anniversary present.

It’s taller than the couch and it lets her legs dangle apart naturally. He could easily take himself out and slide right into her at this level. It makes him dizzy when he hears her shaky exhale as he seats her, belying a real, deep seated nervousness on her part that he’ll find some abnormality with her that will crush her dreams. The fact he’s certain she’s not as nervous over a red blooded boy lifting her skirt and looking at her bare cunt makes him so painfully hungry to devour her that he has to gnaw on his bottom lip to keep from groaning. -And taking advantage of what’s not yet his. For his mama's sake, for his mama's dream of this, he’s gotta keep ahold of himself and refrain from anything God might find fault with. For them to be punished with barrenness because Elvis couldn’t hold back before the proper time would be too cruel. He can’t do that to Elaine or himself. He’s gonna be the man in her life, has already been so for awhile now, and he’s gotta do right by her. He thinks this even as he gives her lips another peck and sinks to his knees to give her pussy an inspection that is as futile as it is arousing.

He rubs at her thighs over her dress soothingly, though by her quick breaths he suspects she’d rather he hurry and give a verdict. Her eyes that have been turned towards the staircase, making certain father is still asleep, drop to his face expectantly.

“Here I -let me, I should probably-“ she says determinedly and suddenly she’s pulling at her skirt, the thin fabric sliding from beneath his palms as she lifts it and then he’s holding onto warm flesh instead as she gathers the fabric to her waist.

He chokes on his own spit at her innocent brazenness and has to glance away for a moment from the blood stirring sight of graceful thighs bracketing plain white panties, a wet patch visible on the crotch and a few stray wiry curls sneaking out from the seams at her groin.

“You ok?” she asks, and the genuine concern in his voice tells him that the agonizing need he feels is visible on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just so goddamn pretty.” he admits, truth the only thing he can manage to blurt and it serves him well.

She looks relieved and gives him a pleased smile and chooses to spread her legs wider. So wide in fact that she has her heels propped on the sideboard beside her hips. Who needs stirrups for an examination when a girl can bend like that? Bend…oh god he can’t wait to bend and bury and dump inside her…

Elvis has never wanted to dive face first into a muff so bad in all his life. The wedding is gonna have to be next week. He can’t wait longer than that, he doubts he’ll sleep a wink until he knows what she tastes like.

“Can you tell like this?” her soft voice reminds him he gave her a fucking excuse for this perverted cock tease torture and he reels through the options of backing out now or pushing this a little further. “Or do you need to move these?” she voices the second option for him, the barrier of her panties implied if not mentioned.

“Yeah, gotta look at the lil house.” his voice comes out wavering and wrecked, “Lemme just-“ he tentatively raises his hands to her precious place and hooks his fingers to the cotton panties and pulls them to the side.

She’s so goddamn pink. Glistening and swollen like she’s been freshly teased. Something about him excites her, without her even knowing. Her curls are sopping wet, they slick up his fingers as he holds her apart, and in their strands they’re trapping the most delicious essence he’s ever smelled in his entire life. She hasn’t shaved, she hasn’t primped, she hasn’t stretched herself out, she’s exactly as God made her and he’s the first man to see it.

It causes him to whimper, long and gut wrenched, his whole throat throbbing as he wiggles on the floor.

“Oh…Jesus.” he wheezes.

“What?” she demands peering down at him, and she’s the authoritative one here, now that he’s all but humping the floor in his delicious misery of viewing Elaine Phipps’ perfect, unused cunt. “Will it work? Is something wrong?”

“No no no.” he garbles out, one hand slipping from her slick folds and gravitating to his own lap out of natural instinct, crushing his twitching bulge into submission, “You’re perfect, Elaine, absolutely perfect.” he wants to cry, maybe because he's so horny, maybe because he loves her so damn much. He’s really not sure, nothing makes sense except that he was meant to live inside that perfect little haven of hers that is honest to God trickling before his very eyes. His thumb involuntarily swipes up and spread it to her clit, making her buck towards his attentions.

“It’s achey, Elvis, it’s always achey.” she informs him, “Does that mean anything? Is it wrong?”

And he knows she means wrong as in humanly abnormal, not morally incorrect. He’ll never let her know anyone would think differently. As long as he possibly can he’ll keep her eager and unabashed.

“Nah honey, nah that’s a good sign.” he breathes heavily, still stroking that dribbling, untried place, “Means you’re fertile, means you’re ready for a baby. It’ll keep achin till ya have one in ya.”

“Oh.” her mouth rounds childishly and she nods as if this were a sudden epiphany.

“We should give ya a baby, then, shouldn’t we?” he prods now that he’s got her attention and her arousal.

“I’spose so.” she agrees, tentative, her lip drawn between her teeth, still contemplating this marital bargain with the fabric of her hem crushed in her palms. “Your babies’ll fit?” she asks once more for good measure.

His babies. She’s no idea it’s his cock she should anticipate. “Yeah, perfect fit. Don’t think anyone else’s would.”

“Oh….good.” she lets out a massive sigh of relief she has been holding in for most of her teenage years.

“Gotta marry me, first.” he reminds, swirling his thumb faster and she keens a little before remembering her father upstairs, “I can’t go round givin babies to someone who ain’t my wife, ya know.”

“Alright.” she agrees to marry him in a soft whisper, her hand coming to cover his own tenderly as it works between her legs, stalling his distracting movements.

“What’s that?” he asks again, breathless with hope.

“I’ll marry ya Elvis, if you’re sure we’ll work.”

“I’m sure.” he swears, watching the way her pink hole flutters, “I’ll give ya a baby and fix the ache, darlin. Won’t have to fret over anything again your whole life.”

The floorboards upstairs creak and Elvis nearly yelps in shock, so far gone was he in their own little world he’d forgotten that he’s got her spread bare in her father’s den. He stands up abruptly and pulls her skirt down gently, making her proper again.

Wedding night. He’s gotta wait till the wedding night before trying anything, or even explaining the mechanics of it, he thinks. He doesn’t wanna spook her, and he wants to have her stuck with him before he drops that final little detail about the necessity of a man going inside and blowing his load in order for the miracle of life to occur.

Yeah, that’s not something you tell a skittish little girl who just barely agreed to marry you for your mansion and security.

He’s pulled from this scheming by the feel of her arms winding around his neck, drawing him forward gently and to the immense relief of his battered heart he realizes she is about to kiss him. It’s a sweet kiss, gentle and tentative and growing in surety as she decides she likes it, and it’s the loveliest one he’s ever had, made so by the relief that she must care for him somehow, even if it’s no match for the insane obsession he harbors for her. It’ll do, it’s a seed he can water and grow.

“You’ll stay for breakfast?” she asks him as they pull away, drowsy and a little cross eyed from how long they’ve smooched.

“Love ta.” he murmurs, pulling her off the table and drawing her close so he’s holding her to him, swaying gently and savoring the feeling of his soon to be wife as she nestles into his chest.

Father comes down shortly after.

“It’s settled, sir.” Elvis informs him, a respectful title tacked on to a declaration that leaves no room for argument from either of you, “She’s agreed. And I’m the happiest of men.”

Most fathers might tell him, “congratulations” or “welcome to the family” or if it were someone besides Elvis Presley they might venture a “be true to her.”

Father says not a word, all advice and remonstrance and conditions already expended on this headstrong young man the night before. He surveys the young people as they embrace with a genuine smile on his lips and a world of melancholy in his eyes. Elaine wonders if he is mourning the loss of his own bride, or mourning her future as Elvis’.

For Elvis, though, that day is remembered as the most joyful and blessed of days when he lucked out and snagged the loveliest creature living. And how he came to eat French toast and cantaloupe beside her father without having washed his hands.

[guiltyconsci3nce]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ i wanna start posting blurbs, but i don’t have any real ideas yet… so here’s an ongoing ex!matt thought i’ve had

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ INCLUDED: smut, p in v, breeding kink, toxic relationship (sorta), ex!matt x fem!reader

You were over him. You were ready to admit that the past few months can go down the drain, and that Matt was just another temporary phase in your life. Every gentle kiss, every late-night giggle attack, every deep conversation you’ve had together— it’s done. His consistent cycle of liking the posts of instagram models whilst calling you the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? It’s all hypocritical. It’s a conversation you two have had before, and it’s a conversation that never ended with a solution from him. You’ve finally blocked his number, social media, and his existence out of your life. You were doing well, really well… you really were…

“Oh fuck, Matt-…”

But you’ve been lonely these last weeks, and seeing him all dressed up at the movie premiere of some mutual friends brought back a forbidden ache between your thighs. You locked eyes a few times throughout the night, which led to tense conversation, which led to Matt desperately inviting you back to his place, which led to you blissed out across his familiar bedsheets as his striped dress pants pooled around his ankles…

The only noises that could be heard were the whimpers, squelches, and whines of fulfilled lust. Matt was pumping into you as if his life depended on it— as if he might lose you again if he missed a stroke. His bed creaked against the floorboards as his hips rocked into you, repeatedly knocking your squishy g-spot. He looked spent, utterly lost in the feeling of your walls finally taking him again. His fingertips left faint bruises on your hipbones, and his rings left soft indentations on your skin. The sight of his messy hair and parted, pink lips sent your mind reeling.

He’s so pretty.

Your mind suddenly clouded with the thought of him— the thought of your past relationship. His dick was hitting just the right spots to make you mewl, but all you could think about was how sinfully angelic he appeared. It was too much. Your heart was too weak.

“Fuck- I love you-!”

Your voice broke through the mixtape of sensuality that was being created, but Matt’s movements didn’t falter.

“No you don’t… don’t say that shit…” He replied breathily without missing a beat, gently rubbing your hip with his thumb. A whiny groan fell from his parted lips as his thrusts got sloppier, signaling his climax.

“I-… I do! I mean it-!” You protested.

He looked down at you, puzzled, but with affection. After a heavy sigh, he slowly leaned down to press his forehead against yours, fucking himself into you at the perfect angle. His still-parted lips ghosted over yours for a moment before finally muttering, “I love you too… y’know I fuckin’ do…”.

Without warning, he released his warm load inside of you as his lips crashed onto yours. His sweet moans against your lips brought back a wave of memories, and it didn’t take long for your orgasm to follow.

“Missed you s’much… felt like I was goin’ crazy…” He continued to coo as he rode you down from your high, pumping his cum into you as an act of possessiveness. Your hand landed on the back of his head, pulling his mouth back onto yours while tangling your fingers into his soft hair. After a few moments, he finally pulled himself out of you with a slick pop. He shakily stood upright, still visibly feeling the aftershocks of what just happened. His fingers moved to skillfully adjust your panties back over your core before he bent down to pull his boxers back over himself, leaving his trousers on the ground. He lazily plopped himself down next to you, tugging your body against his for a wholesome snuggle.

“My baby.”

He murmured with a sigh, kissing the top of your head as you fell asleep in his arms. So much for making progress…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ I feel like i’m in middle school writing sneaky little fanfics again 🤭

[bitesized-pup]

INTRO POST

you can call me mutt!! I use he/it pronouns, and I’m a trans guy new to the kink scene. looking to meet other kinky people, maybe make some friends, and have some fun!!

I am a trans MAN (lesbians/straight men don't hmu), gay and polyamorous!!

I will usually be the 📻 anon if available!! Pretty shameless tho so most times I'm off anon

I’m a 5’7 pre-anything trans guy! very slim build, always been underweight n trying to gain more weight (maybe u could help with that..,,). Got a good amount of hair on my body, something I’m very proud of!! You can refer to my parts as my chest and my cock/puppy cunt/boy cunt!!

my content will mostly be

petplay

primal play

praise

breeding

feeding (more wholesome stuff that anything hardcore)

scent / musk kink

watersports (mainly omorashi)

dubcon / cnc

humiliation

sub posting (tho I will occasionally dom post)

filthy fantasies

interactions with followers

occasional horny art

DNI if you’re an pedo/ageplay/beastiality/detrans blog!!

WHAT YOU CAN SEND ME

Questions about myself (sfw or nsfw, I will not give any personal info tho!)

Fantasies of yours

Add ons to posts of mine

Flirting / praise / degradation / etc

CNC scenarios

WHAT YOU CANNOT SEND ME (depending on severity I will block you)

Nudes

Anyone exclusively attracted to women, do not message me with sexual intent!

Requests to see my nudes

Anything to do with butt stuff, feet, shit, or vomit!

ask box and dms are always open! feel free to stop by n shoot me a message, just know I have a partner!!

[dreams-writings]

Pride - (NSFW)

Top!reader x sub!Feitan (short drabble)

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CW: Voice kink, praise kink, Feitan gets ridden, mild suggestion of breeding kink. Reader is FwB with him, but he trusts her a lot.

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A/N: Wanted to write something that is the polar opposite of the usual Feitan x reader content I see, which is typically dense with dark, heavy noncon and aggressive feral Feitan themes. This is a more wholesome short, with him bottoming, and Feitan allowing himself to be treated by his woman. Fairly vanilla.

Of all the fleeting, forgettable men you'd fucked in your time - his moans undoubtedly sounded the prettiest. Compared to him.. they were entirely unremarkable. Glistening lips parted with his soft pants, giving way to a rare mewl or whimper every now and again.. he certainly made you work for them. You couldn't complain however - it made the reward all the more delightful when you received them. Touching him the right way.. finding the right places, there was some kind of addictive kick to witnessing him unravel and let one slip, before quickly pulling himself together in a frantic mental effort to remain composed. The pleasure you gave him, being good enough to make him betray his pride - and reveal his ecstacy; it was the highest form of praise.

You were enamored by him. Utterly smitten. He was stunning, with the most soft spoken voice; his gorgeous, sweet sighs and pants were practically symphonic to you.

"Feitan~ aren't you just the prettiest boy I've ever had in my bed,"

You praise and coo at him softly as he shudders by the feel of your body rocking rhythmically in tandem with his squirms and bucking hips. To your satisfaction, you watch his porcelain ghost white cheeks darken with a tiny dusting of blush. He was surprisingly subtle, and tame, during these moments with you.. when you took care of him and his needs. A statement that didn't really apply to when he took control, however. Or even how he was in daily life.

Perhaps it was simply a vulnerable circumstance that left him with little ability to keep the detached veil up - and all that was left beneath was a very touch starved man with a shy aversion to the situation .. not understanding why a beautiful girl might want to pleasure him - but he wouldn't question it anyway.

At first he'd been reluctant, seeing the interaction as a moment to be ashamed of. But, upon pitching the idea as an act of dedication to service him, to showcase your worship - you'd watched his expression mold into something less defensive. Yes, this was an occasion in which he was allowed to relax and completely destress at the hands of his doting subject. It was an honor to you, to be given this duty. It wouldn't be shameful to let his woman serve him, because she couldn't get enough of him.. because she wanted to earn his favor.. right?

Well, that's how you had carefully propositioned it to him, after a good few months of having beneficial sex.

After more gentle coaxing and bribing he finally let you wiggle into his lap and straddle right on top of him, watching his dick nestle with ease right between your slicked, fluttering walls. A moment he would easily remember forever. From this view.. he thought to himself that you looked irresistible, filling him with voracious urges.

So by now, you were wrapped in his arms as he realized the appeal of watching you fuck yourself on his cock. He had little to worry about.. it was a moment of mental clarity that was rare for him to enjoy. And he wondered why he hadn't thought of this sooner.

"Feeeei~"

You purr his name affectionately, slowing down for a brief moment to fully obsess over the sensation of his erection rubbing on your insides with every motion, the pit of your cervix tingling with warmth.

He gave a cute little squirm, lip pouting slightly as the good feeling you gave to him became a bit overwhelming. He still wasn't used to all of this.. to being adored and cherished in a way that made him feel all gooey and disgusting on the inside. Yet, disturbingly pleasant.

He couldn't help but whine softly when your lips locked passionately over his neck in a deep kiss, and you watched his ghostly pale skin blossom all over like cherry flowers into the same soft pink flush. First, reddening his ears, and then down past his jawline. His starkly contrasting raven locks tickled your nose, as you nuzzled into him, suckling softly to leave little purple love bites spreading into that paper white flesh you doted upon. He was so soft.. so so perfectly soft.

"Feeling good, love?" You ask him in a purr, seeing his chest begin to rise and fall a little faster with your bounces increasing to an eager pace.

"Mm..mhm.." was all he managed reluctantly, wincing at the higher pitch than what he intended.

"I'm gonna make you cum really hard.. I wanna have it.. please be good for me and give me everything," you plead with him softly in an appeasing tone. His eyes widen and you see him tremble, finally letting loose a more willing moan for you.

"Mmm.... Such a beautiful voice, my love," you tell him earnestly with a sensual glimmer in your eyes.

"Whenever you make those sounds hunny, it really turns me on," you finally admit, leaning forward to hold his hands and lace your fingers together with his slender, cold, dangerous ones - however dainty they may be.

He seems slightly surprised to hear this, shuddering lightly as you switch your angle. He feels your vaginal walls tighten and squeeze to rub more directly straight over his tip with every plunge you take down his length, and he gives a few flustered gasps as he grips onto your hip bones a tad too tight, not being prepared for the orgasm that hit him way faster than anticipated. The sensitive head of his dick was a sweet spot for him, and the sweet drag of friction right up on that slit was making him unravel pretty fast.

"O-ohhh-!" he breathes in anticipation,

You feel his body tense and tighten with ripples and twitches of euphoria, whimpering softly whilst his eyes roll back, toes curling at the tingly sensations he braces himself through. He still seems to struggle sometimes, like his body isn't sure how to handle immense pleasure when it's given to him so freely. But he loves it, satisfied fully with the luxurious treatment you give to him as you allow him to push his seed into you, and fill you with his cum. Mark you.. breed you. He liked it, that you let him use your body like it personally belonged to him. And he was rather territorial by nature.

Feeling the wave begin to calm into a nice buzz of aftermath dopamine, he went limp and laid peacefully, panting lightly to catch his breath whilst you did the same. His hands lower to rest gently on your thighs, perhaps squeezing subconsciously every now and again to feel the plushness squish between his fingers. It was comforting.. it was good.

"Mm. Good now," he mumbled, expressing his mood and also perhaps his gratitude in an indirect way.

"Good girl for me." He patted your thigh in approval, and maybe it could even be taken as an affectionate gesture. He laid back into the pillows again and closed his eyes, huffing lightly as the tiredness seeped into his bones. He had to remember.. next time you asked to ride him - that it was well worth the sacrifice of his pride.

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[elvisabutler]

Austin!Elvis x reader - Elvis convinces the reader’s mom to let her stay at Graceland for the whole summer. You can do whatever you want from there.

queen of graceland

summary: your parents don't like elvis one bit. you do like elvis quite a bit. somehow you get your parents to allow you to stay with your boyfriend all summer. the two of you have a plan to make your stay permanent. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley rating: m pairing: austin!elvis ( 50's ) x female reader word count: 5007 ( do i have an explanation? no, no i don't. but welcome to why my requests take a hot minute i guess? ) warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). oral ( f receiving ). breeding kink. mutual weirdly wholesome entrapment. everyone is of age. going against parents' wishes. controlling parents. pregnancy. gladys' death is mentioned at the very end. mentions of elvis's close relationship with his mother. author’s note: first off anon! thank you for this request and saints preserve me i am truly sorry it took so long to get to it and it turned into- well this. so i got this before i did kinktober and blah blah we all know life is hectic around the holidays but once i realized this clearly is happening with an of age reader and all that jazz i had to pick an elvis and while i believe it can be agreed that this prompt lends itself well to a sort of dark ( or innocent tbh ) 70s elvis thing- my brain settled on this interesting 50s elvis mutual entrapment breeding kink thing that was originally a little darker but still has those morally grey tinges. i hope you enjoy anon, i did actually really like this prompt from the moment i got it. special thanks to @blurredcolour for being my 50s elvis woman always and my partners in breeding mrs. presley crime, y'all know who you are. and if you all so desire you can imagine elvis in this. but i did try and stay closer to the movie than i have lately on some of my specifically austin elvis requests as of late.

Your mama hates Elvis, it's a fact you've known since the moment she laid eyes on him when you brought him home. First it was that he wasn't good enough for her daughter, too poor, too stupid and too destined to be in the poor parts of Memphis until he dies. Then it was that he was too vulgar and too free wheeling and he was just gonna hurt you, besides what would he see in the girl he left behind at home. All the things she whispers in your ears aren't true because you know as well as anyone the Elvis is practically obsessed with you to the point of madness. It flatters you and delights you enough to make you want to keep him until the end of both your lives. It makes you want to claim him and keep him as your own, to be at home while he travels the states or to accompany him, whatever he wants and whatever brings you the most pleasure in your life.

These wants are how you found yourself practically begging your mother for permission to spend the summer at Graceland after Elvis has already plead his case. You're nineteen and an adult but you still live under your mama and your daddy's roof so their rules are law. And their main rule is one date every two weeks with you and your boyfriend. The concept of you spending an entire set of months with him is not one they're willing to easily agree to but you promise that no funny business is going to go on and besides, his own mama would rather die than have him do anything untoward to you. Nevermind that she's been pressuring him to put a ring on your finger since she realized that you were fine with how close they were, found it endearing and hoped, God willing that your own son and you would have the same sort of relationship. Granted, you were aware that it was unhealthy and all but- Elvis wasn't ever going to unwind himself from his mama so you dealt with it, you could deal with it and charm her to where she needed to be charmed.

Elvis doesn't waste a minute as soon as he sees you walking up the steps of Graceland, carrying two bags full of clothes you planned on wearing while you were there. He takes them from you despite your valiant protests and sets them down by the door the moment he shuts the front door.

"Can't believe you got her to agree to it." Elvis grins, practically bouncing on his heels. He looks like a kid in a candy store, like you've given him the best present you could have for his birthday, his Christmas, his everything. "Getcha all to myself all summer."

You move closer to him moving your hands to his hips and pulling him in for a kiss that's supposed to be chaste but- you've missed him too much to try, instead allowing your tongue to meet his and your teeth to pull at his lip earning a low moan from him as you pull away. "If you do your job right, it'll be longer than the summer, Elvis. I'll be here every summer. Every winter." You move one of his hands to your stomach. "I'll be here every second you want me and them to be."

His eyes widen just a hair before he rubs at your stomach, picturing you full of him, your stomach swelling with a baby or two he's put there. Picturing you going home to your parents only to be sent back because his child or children are growing inside you. The only thing that keeps him from pulling you inside and fucking you against the nearest surface is the knowledge that his mother and Mary and Grandma Dodger are in the kitchen but he moves closer to you anyway, pulling you inside as he nips at your ear. "That you askin' for a baby, Satnin? Askin' for me to fill ya up before ya go back to your parents? Make them see ya belong wit' me?"

You feel your arousal pool in your undergarments as you clench around air, wishing he was having sex with you already. Wishing you could feel his cock filling you up in just the way you needed. A noise of pure desire- a mix of a coo and a whine- leaves your mouth as you push him against the wall by the door. "That's me beggin' for one, El." Your own accent thickens, brought on only by the desire coursing through you at proving that you belong by Elvis's side.

Elvis looks like he's about to say something, or like he's about to lift you up against the wall- everyone be damned before he hears his mother shouting his name and he growls against your neck, allowing himself to at the very least shove his knee in between your thighs. Gladys comes around the corner, grinning and looking pleased as punch to see you even as you take just a second to grind on her sons' thigh as you smile over his shoulder at her.

"Y/N!" She shouts, starting to walk to toward the pair of you, causing Elvis to move his thigh from between your legs and turn to face his mama. "Bewbie, you were supposed to tell me when she got here!"

Elvis has the decency to look chargined for a moment, burrowing his face into your shoulder like a little boy and mumbling. "Mama- she just got here and I missed her."

"And you think I haven't?" She frowns, lightly slapping his arm and pulling you away from him. If she notices anything about his lower half she doesn't say anything, instead focusing on pulling you in for a hug. "A whole summer with us, oh- I was thinkin' I was gonna have to talk to your mama myself to convince her." She pauses and looks at Elvis. "You'd have thought she thinks my bewbie's gonna ruin you."

Elvis looks over at you as his mother just squeezes you in her hug. His teeth are biting into his lower lip as he tries not to laugh, knowing fully well that had she not interrupted you that he would have been well on his way to ruining you by the front door. Your smile back at him is full of promise and can barely be called a smile, edging more to a smirk than anything else. The idea is for him to ruin you this summer, you are both entirely aware that your parents will never let you be with Elvis as long as they live unless something drastic changes. Unless they're forced to allow him to be with you and while you like to think there's a better option, from the way you and Elvis keep looking at each other you both have come to the same conclusion, there isn't. He's never going to be good enough in your parents' eyes for their baby even if he makes all the money in the world or if he settles down and stops making that rock and roll music. No, he's always going to be that boy they don't like, that boy who'll only ever bring ruin to their baby girl. Even if that's the furthest from what he is, from what he wants to be.

In a perfect world, he likes to think he'd have you after seeing you dressed up all in white, looking a vision from the bible, all virginal and ready for him to explore in ways no one ever had or ever would after him. You'd be underneath him, writhing and panting in the way you do when you both get a little hot and heavy in his Cadalliac but he'd have you bare and so open to him. So open to be able to receive his cum, so open and ready to give him children so that he could see you swollen with him. So that he could see a little blond boy or girl suckling at your chest with you all sweaty after having brought them into the world.

in a perfect world, he likes to think the two of you would have a gaggle of kids after you got married and that he'd take them on the road with him. Get himself a bus like BB where he can just have you and his kids as a little moving sanctuary or maybe just have them at home with you taking care of them. He knows you might wanna work outside the home but he also knows that can wait, he could provide for you both and for anyone else for now. In this world though, in the world you both live in he has to find a way to even have you for longer than a summer and drastic situations call for drastic measures. The pair of you are so busy looking at each other that neither one of you are really paying attention to Gladys when she pulls away and says something to the both of you only to shake her head at how little you're both paying attention.

"Ignoring me because you can't take your eyes off each other-" She sighs a little, clutching her chest at the image. "I'll leave you two be, Elvis go take her things up to her room, show her what we set up for her."

You raise an eyebrow as she leaves and within a minute you're up against Elvis, grabbing both of your bags for him to take from you. "My room." You pause and giggle softly. "You mean the room that's just going to have my clothes in it?"

Elvis has to shut his eyes for a moment as he shakes his head, exhaling softly. "Darlin'- if you're lucky your clothes are gonna be there. I plan on havin' ya everywhere in my damn house."

A gasp leaves your mouth as he takes the bags and starts to walk up the stairs. "Everywhere in the house, El- what about everyone else."

He's silent as you head up the stairs and doesn't bother to answer your question until you're both safely in your room. The bed is simple enough, large enough for you and Elvis to be on it together easily and the room is surprisingly simple in decoration. Gladys' influence, you figure. The bags hit the floor with a thump as suddenly you find yourself being walked back to the bed. The back of your knees hit the bed frame and you let out a huff of surprise before flopping on the bed. Elvis doesn't miss a beat as he crawls on top of you, his eyes heady with desire.

"Satnin, darlin' they ain't here all the time." He starts before kissing at your neck, his hands moving to undo the buttons of your blouse with surprising ease. "And if you want to leave here with my baby in you, we gotta make sure there's enough of me in there. Gotta make sure you're full of me. Gotta make sure it stays and catches, like they all say it does."

A shiver goes through you at his words, your hands moving to undo his belt and pants, some sort of primal need overcoming your desire to say anything else. He's right and you know this. You know that there's no guarantee you'd get pregnant on the first try, that practice makes perfect and it wouldn't hurt to have him fill you up with his- release as much as he can. Yet, hearing the words come out of Elvis's mouth, hearing how he's going to fill you up has your body on edge, has it craving what he's offering. You faintly hear a chuckle as you struggle with the button to his pants and feel his warm hands- always so large- over your own, assisting you before you triumphantly achieve your goal. Your hand slips into his underwear, finding its way to his cock easily, feeling his foreskin and how dry it is before you pull his cock out. Elvis grabs your hand and spits into it, knowing that sometimes you forget to spit, forget that while his precum helps, the beginning part, this part depends on a little extra liquid.

"Don't hold back, darlin'." He mutters, seeing your lower lip caught between your teeth. "Gonna make you mine, wanna hear how you love it. How you would have sounded if we could do this proper with a wedding an' everythin'."

If you're embarrassed at the whimper, it doesn't show, the arousal starting to seep out of you becoming unbearable as your chest heaves just a tad. Elvis watches your breasts still in your bra bounce that little bit as your chest heaves and tries to focus on anything but your hand wrapping around his cock as you move your hand up and down for a moment before starting to pull back his foreskin. He hisses the second your thumb brushes against his tip. His precum makes it glide easily but- it's too much, he wants to be in you, doesn't want to waste a single drop down your throat or your hand or anywhere. Somehow his hand makes it down to your skirt, pushing it down with an ease he'll explain away later as just dumb luck. He knows fully well it's come from the few times he's had someone on the tours but he loves you- has loved you from the moment you agreed to date him but he was lonely. Somehow your underwear comes with the skirt and you find yourself shivering at the cold air against your pussy. Elvis looks down, his fingers sliding between your folds, marveling at just how wet you are for him. A growl leaves him unbidden as he moves to shoo your hand away from his cock and lines himself up with your exposed pussy, allowing himself to put just the tip in, feeling you stretch around him. He knows he should wait, knows that you've stretched yourself as much as you can playing with yourself over the phone while he pumps his cock in empty hotel rooms, but it's nothing compared to his cock inside of you.

His eyes dart across your face, asking for permission to push in farther and you nod just barely, your eyes shutting as you feel the burn of his cock in you. It's a uncomfortable but you manage, breathing through your nose as he takes his time. You figure this has to be torture for him, after all you had felt how hard he was, saw how red the head of his cock looked but he's still being gentle. He's still putting your needs so far above his own. This is what your mama doesn't see- the man who treats you like a goddess when he's fucking you for the first time. You roll your hips up, earning a groan from him as he increases his speed, taking your actions to mean he can. Whimpers and small tiny moans escape your lips, providing a small symphony of noise around you both as Elvis's lips smack against yours and against your skin and as your skin meets over and over again as his hips rut against you. Your brain floats the more you feel him, the more you feel a coil deep inside of you tightening, feel yourself inching closer to the edge. Your hands move to his back, pulling him closer into you before you hear him curse, and feel his hips rut a few times in quick succession before feeling a warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows soon after, the moan that escapes your lips being swallowed by Elvis's kiss so as to not arouse suspicion of what you've done up here. Elvis stays on top of you, keeping his cock inside you even as he catches his breath and his hips still pump ever so slowly into you. Your ears faintly register a faint squelching noise as he does and you find that you can't look Elvis in the eyes, the noise somehow reminding you that this is an inherently filthy act. A moment passes of still hearing the noise before your vagina inadvertently clenches around him, earning a low growl and a biting kiss from Elvis.

It was like you were trying to suck him into you, trying to make sure no part of his cum or him would be free of you. You don't intend for it to be that way and yet it's how it goes, allowing you to hold him close as you both continue to catch your breath. The amount of time that passes isn't something either one of you pay attention to before Elvis starts to pull out, earning a whine from both of you as he does.

"Got me in a vice grip, Satnin. Gotta let me go, mama was cooking with everyone- gotta make sure we keep up our strength." He murmurs, kissing your cheeks, your lips and down your neck to your chest. "Gonna have fun tonight- play with those breasts of yours. Show ya how our baby is gonna eat from ya."

A low keen escapes your lips as you push him off of you, knowing that the way he's talking is going to have you pulling him back on top of you, ruining any hope you have of getting to stay the rest of the summer. Gladys may want you here but she doesn't know what her son and you have planned, how right she is about him ruining you. How with any luck, you'll be leaving with a baby in your belly that will round out your form and have your parents forcing him to marry you. A simple entrapment scheme- but one you and Elvis are privy to while either set of parents aren't.

It takes a moment before you and Elvis are put together and you hear Gladys calling for both of you as you're both smoothing out each other's hair, making sure it's just mussed and not completely giving away how fucked out you are. That it's not giving away how you feel his cum leaking out of you enough that you want to push it back in but know that it can wait. This time it doesn't need to take. Besides, if it did- why you think you'd be leaving with an already there bump, and that won't quite do. Elvis kisses you one more time, gently before grabbing your hand. "Come on darlin', gonna show ya how it's gonna be when you're here forever."

True to his word, Elvis does manage to fuck you in just about every place in the house, except for the few rooms that are off limits. Sure, the Colonel comes and has to have meetings and Elvis has to leave one week to record some music but otherwise, he's by your side unable to keep his hands off of you. Unable to keep himself from being in you the moment he can, there's even a moment while you're out on the porch with you in his lap and your skirt billowing around the two of you as he fucks you while watching the sunset. Your period doesn't come the last month you're there, and Elvis finds that any time he touches your breasts you hiss, swatting his hands away. He doesn't dare put into words what he's thinking, what you're both thinking until the hot sticky August day you have to leave. You're waiting for your father to come pick you up, sitting in the living room and Elvis finds his hand moving to your stomach, rubbing it, trying to feel out a bump he's praying he'll get to see soon.

"Ya think it took this time, darlin'? Think they're growing in there?" He murmurs giving you a soft kiss as he does. "It's out last shot, don't think ya parents are gonna let ya come back if they aren't."

One of your hands moves to cup Elvis's cheek while you place the other on top of his hand that's on your stomach. "I'm not gonna think about it that way, don't wanna talk 'bout it and then something happens. Have a little faith, El. You know I want this as much as you."

He nods exhaling shakily. "I-I know, just don't wanna think of a world where I don't get to keep ya. Where they keep ya away for good this time, ya- ya know I gotta do one of those tours soon and I wanna be able to take ya to see some places, baby."

Your lips quirk into a smile. "And you will. Faith, baby. Faith." A honk interrupts whatever you're planning on saying next and Elvis pulls away slowly, his hand reaching out to pull you up from the couch as he kisses you goodbye. "Make 'em send you back as soon as ya know, lil one. Please."

The only answer you give him is a nod as you rush out the door, carrying your bags and cooing a loud hello to your daddy.

Elvis- Elvis doesn't see you for another two months. Not intentionally on your part, mind you, but more due to the fact that your mother sees the signs and hopes and prays she's wrong. Prays that her fears won't be confirmed, that after she let herself be charmed by you and that stupid young man that he's ruined you. You've always stayed the same size, always been able to not need your skirts or your shirts changed since your waist and your chest settled into what they are. Yet, here you are, slowly filling out, your breasts pushing at the buttons of your blouses and your stomach starting to bloat. She thinks it's just your period only to realize it's not when you don't come to her as you would normally like clockwork. You're eating everything she puts in front of you and she swears on more than one occasion she hears you retching in the bathroom in the early evening hours.

It all comes to a head one afternoon with you on the couch, your hands settling on your stomach, highlighting a bump that's starting to form, that's beginning to be more pronounced by the day- that has her seeing red in her mind's eye. Her question is brusque and to the point.

"When was your last period?" She pauses. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."

In another time and place, one where you aren't secure in the knowledge that you're carrying Elvis's baby, you'd look away when you answer, too mortified to admit that Elvis got you pregnant because you wanted him to. In this time and this place, you press a little harder into your stomach, trying to protect your baby from your mother, lest she do something awful. "Three months ago. Maybe almost four, I lost count, mama."

All hell breaks loose after that, with your mama screaming and telling your father and calls to Graceland where you can hear Gladys calling Elvis's name sounding more angry than you've ever heard her. Throughout it all- despite it all, you're in your room smiling, talking to your stomach telling the baby that's growing in there that they're gonna meet their daddy finally. A week after you find yourself being driven to graceland in a coat to keep yourself warm in the cool weather while also hiding what's underneath from the fans gathered outside the gates. Your daddy leaves as soon as he sets your luggage down next to you, muttering about how he always knew that boy would ruin you and now he's gonna be stuck with him as a son in law.

The door opens to reveal Elvis looking like he's going to curse someone out before he realizes it's you. No words are exchanged as you open up your coat carefully and grab Elvis's hand to press against your bump. You're wearing a tighter blouse than normal to highlight it, and Elvis starts to breathe a little heavier taking note of just how much you've started to change in the months since he's seen you. He pulls you inside, grabbing the bags with a speed you marvel at before he pulls your coat off and takes a proper look at you.

You breathe slowly and Elvis swears he sees one of the buttons on your blouse look as if it's going to pop off before you smile ever so sweetly at him. "Mama hasn't let me get new clothes and- I wanted you to see what you've done to me." You lean forward, your lips brushing against his ear. "How you've ruined your sweet girl. Would have waited a little longer but I wanted you to see me grow."

His only answer in reply is lifting you up with a surprising bit of strength onto the dining room table, laying you out on it with your legs dangling at the edge, his head moving under your skirt. You can barely hear what he's saying as he kisses up your thighs but what you catch has you shivering in delight. "Made you better. Gave you my baby. Made it so your mama had to let you go. Get to stay with me. Be my girl, be my queen of Graceland."

You try and push him away, your brain reminding you that there's people in the house and you can hear cooking happening in the kitchen but your attempts are forgotten at the first brush of his tongue against your slit and the brush of his nose against your clit. He licks at you like a starving man, his tongue fucking your pussy like a pale imitation of his cock as his fingers play with your clit, rubbing and touching and even pinching in the way he's learned you enjoy. You bite your lip, whimpering even as you do, trying to keep quiet so that no one realizes just what Elvis is doing to you even as you barrel quick enough to your orgasm that it shocks you with the sheer force and speed it comes at you.

Gladys voice rings out as your chest is heaving and Elvis finds his way out from under your skirt, his face glistening as the door to the kitchen swings open. His mama sees you on the table and looks to her son, her eyes narrowing just a hair before she shakes her head. "Bewbie, you're- we gotta get you two married before you do anything else." Her face flushes just a little. "Off the table, Y/N. Let me see you and my little grandbaby you got growing here."

Her hands move to your stomach, feeling around like she's looking for something before her lips curl into a sad little smile. There's a moment where she looks like she's going to lean in to tell you what she's thinking before she stops herself and just pulls you into a hug. "I'm- We're gonna take good care of you here. Gonna make sure you and this baby have all the strength you need. I told Bewbie to marry you but- didn't think you'd both be so silly to do this to make it happen. It's alright- what's done is done and now we have this to celebrate."

And so life goes until everything comes crashing down with the papers and the Steve Allen show and Russwood- it all culminates in you seven or eight months pregnant, wishing you could drink as heavily as Gladys is when you hear your husband is getting shipped off to Germany. You promise to take care of his mama and promise to call him the minute you go into labor so that he doesn't miss seeing his baby born while in training. Yet, you find that you fail the first one so miserably when you come across Gladys on the stairs, slumped over, forcing you to call Vernon to help you with her. Not even the movement of the baby within you is able to rouse Elvis from his tears until the Colonel says something to him. You're hidden away from the cameras at Elvis's request. People know he's married, know that you are due to give birth any day now but beyond what everyone's already seen, he doesn't want anyone to see you, not right this moment, not when everything feels so raw and he's got to protect his only girl left- his queen of Graceland.

It's the day before he goes back to finish training when you feel the pain- when you feel your back and stomach twist and you moan in the bed, clutching at your stomach like that will help. This would be so much easier if Gladys was there, she could coach you through this. Elvis forces his way into the room, too scared to be away from the only Satnin he has left, too scared he'll lose you too if he lets you out of his sight. When you push out your first and it still feels like there's another in there- you realize just what Gladys had held back this whole time, too superstitious to even whisper to you that she figured you were too big for just one baby.

You name them Elizabeth and Loretta and Elvis promises to find a way to have you all brought to Germany with him. It takes a year but when you finally do see him again- when you finally both see each other again? You make a vow to stick to each other like glue if only because you're both so tired of being separated when there's no reason to be, no matter what the Colonel would like to argue.

And if perhaps your number of children shows that level of togetherness? Well. You can't very well be a queen without plenty of heirs, now can you?

tag list: @eliseinmemphis, @ab4eva, @blurredcolour, @aconflagrationofmyown and @butlersxbirdy, @lindszeppelin, @powerofelvis @floralcyanide seriously i never know who to tag in this and breeding kink is so iffy i apologize y'all and hey once again if you all want to be on my tag list ( in general, tbh ) just give me a heads up or a holler.

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Jacob Holland NSFW Headcanons

Summary: Some nsfw headcanons for Jacob x

Warnings: Size kink, face-sitting, lactation kink, panty kink, vaginal fingering, long distance relationship, fem reader

Notes: This man has me in a vice grip, I didn't even plan for this to be so long but here we are I guess! I hope you enjoy Jacob as much as I do.

Wc: 776

•Ok to start us off with a bang, I just KNOW this man LIVES for eating pussy. He thrives off of it. It's what's gives him meaning. The only reason he gets up in the morning is to bury his face between your thighs.

•He'll always remark about how good you taste, how delicious you are. The man is a messy eater. His favourite food is your pussy!!!! Not even kidding.

•Also faceriding! He's definitely got the nose for it, if you know what I mean. He'll cum from you whining, and grinding onto his face alone. Wetting his sideburns with your slick- he loves it though, he'll be moaning along with you.

•Sometimes, before he goes off on another voyage, he'll steal some of your underwear so he can nibble on it, and smell it whilst he jacks off. He almost can't get off without the taste or smell of your cunny now. Poor boy misses you so much :(

•But when he does return, oh boy, prepare yourself.

•He will actively not touch himself for a few days when the Inevitable is on it's way back home, all for you of course ;)

•For the most part, it's fine, until he sets eyes on you. Where before, Jacob used to go straight to the tavern after returning to shore, now, he goes straight to you. It's become something of a joke among the crew of the Inevitable; Jacob rushing over to you, waiting for him at the docks. He's so strong, he picks you up and spins you around, and kisses you. It's all very romantic until you feel his bulge against your stomach, and he's ushering you back to your home.

•Safe to say as soon as you get in he's flipping up your skirt and pressing his wonderfully thick, calloused fingers inside you. He's quick to find your clit with his other hand, and holds you tight to his chest as you writhe about in pleasure.

•You're always expecting this, so by the time he's even set foot on land you're already wet enough for him. He just likes to make sure though :)

•Poor guy is so desperate, he'll apologise to you when he, without warning, shoves his cock deep inside you. It's thick aswell, the girth always gives you that perfect stretch.

•On that note. Jacob is VOCAL. He'll do anything from low grunting to full, loud moaning. He talks aswell, though half the time he's too pussydrunk to form actual coherent sentences.

•It'll mainly be things like "Oh, lass, so beautiful, so beautiful," or other such praises about how well your taking him, how much he loves you, how good you are to him mumbled against your skin.

•He is such a good boy, he'd genuinely do anything for you. Jacob's stamina varies on how long you two have been apart, but everytime he puts you through a rough time.

•Jacob forgets his own strength alot of the time, so he doesn't realise how forceful his thrusts are, and often times he can't control himself. You just squeeze him so perfectly.

•He definitely has a breeding kink. He'll NEVER admit it though, but something about pumping you full of him cum, getting you pregnant, is just just incredibly attractive to him.

•If at all you do get pregnant, he'll become affixed with your breasts. Don't get me wrong, he gave them plenty attention before, but now he's just... positively obsessed.

•There won't be a moment when you're alone that he doesn't have his hands on your tits. Simply pawing at them with his big hands, or absentmindedly circling your nipples. Even before being pregnant he was handsy- sometimes not even in a sexual way, a hand on the small of your back or around your shoulders, he just likes making sure you're near. He'll even sometimes just pull you into his lap and it will be totally wholesome.

•Lactation kink! Lactation kink. It comes with the Breeding King. It gets him so, unbelievably hard to suck and gently nipple of your tits and have sweet milk come out, he's not even sure why.

•There are other times his manhandling isn't wholesome though. He likes to pull you down on his thigh extra hard, so you definitely feel his strong thighs flexing against your cunt.

•Can't forget to mention he's the KING of aftercare. The absolute best at cuddles, and getting you some water, or drawing you a bath.

•And hours after you both fall asleep, you curled up against his chest, him with his arms wrapped comfortably around you, he'll get the WORST case of morning wood. And so the cycle continues.

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Some Captain Price headcanons bc I’m in a silly goofy mood🤭

Most of this will be NSFW, so MDNI🔞

He will make you the best meal you’ve ever had in your LIFE but he cannot bake to save his damn life. He’s too used to cooking where it’s not a huge deal if measurements are estimated, and he’s stubborn AF, so when you say to him “1 teaspoon means 1 teaspoon,” he’s like “nah that’s just a suggestion” and next thing he knows his cupcakes have exploded in the oven.

If you say you want to go to Home Depot with him, he’ll look at you like a child who just got the present at the top of their Christmas wishlist. He also gets really excited when he sees a “nice looking piece of wood” and doesn’t understand why you’re not equally excited.

HATES war movies but still reads a chaotic amount of military history books.

The only way you are able to get him whimpering for you is if you surprise him at work by hiding under his desk and sucking his cock right then and there while he’s trying so hard to remain productive (albeit, the effort is futile at best).

He is a WHORE for blowjobs in the car, whether he’s actively driving or not.

He will try almost any kink once but one of his favorites is cuckolding (second only to breeding, duh🤪).

Idc what anybody says, bratty doms exist and that’s exactly what John Price is.

If you two are having to spend significant time away from each other (like if he’s on deployment), he’ll send you photos and videos of him jerking off just to tease you. Sound on, looking into the camera while he thinks of you so you can really watch and listen to him cum as if you’re there with him.

Loves when you call him “Captain” or “Sir” while he’s fucking you.

Also a whore for intimacy, sometimes sexual, sometimes not. Anything from slow dancing in the kitchen to Frank Sinatra, to slowly undressing you, to wholesome, passionate, romantic sex.