#this is honestly just pure filth im so sorry

[jqyszn]

Like what you see?💤

paring: dom!bestfriend!sunghoon x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers (mdni !!)

summary: in which you come home to find your best friend getting off, weird but it's natural right? not until you heard him calling out for you.

warnings: smut ofc, masturbating, unprotected sex (don’t be a prick, wrap your dick!!) , panty stealing… riding, body worship, fingering, biting, degradation, spitting, marking, squirting, profanity, dirty talk, pet names (slut, cum dump, princess), breeding kink, sunghoon is a perv,, this is honestly just pure filth too😭 (Imk if i missed anything!!)

wc: 1.5k (1,597)

a/n: this is my first fic (😭) i apologize in advance for the cringe wattpad like writing,, also english isn’t my first language so please ignore any grammar mistakes <3 i hope u guys enjoy and im so sorry for the wait like i don’t know why it took me like three weeks to make a 1.5k fic😭😭😭 i promise for my other works they will be more hastily written🩷🩷

taglist: @lelelelelelenim @iamkali @jjonghoonist @ramenoil @deobitifull @velathaheigeros @enhaz1 @thinaswreck @heeseungsslutt @cherriruto @yohanabanana @hvnyujiq @fightqueen @parkhonnie (some of the tags aren’t working so i’m so deeply sorry for everyone who asked and isn’t here </3)

“can i come over?” you read the writing on your phone as you best friend sunghoon messaged you. “yea, sure :) i’m still at work though but you have the extra key anyway.” you replied to him putting down your phone and typing away at your computer. your phone buzzes once again but desperate to rest, you ignore it and continue working.

on the other hand, sunghoon is at your door in a heartbeat. he unlocks the door with ease, walking in, the smell of you instantly hitting him. he inhaled your lingering scent as he closes his eyes imagining him nuzzling into your neck, pounding into you, taking in the smell of your natural perfume. “fuck.” sunghoon groans as his cock starts to feel heavy.

he makes his way towards your room, your scent growing more intense as he groans internally. “what are you doing to me y/n?” he thinks about his morals for a minute before diving into your laundry basket, picking up a used lace thong. he curses at himself but he doesn’t stop. instead he goes on your bed and propped himself up nice and pretty.

he holds your panty in his left hand bringing it closer to his face as he takes a fat whiff of you as he threw his head back. his other hand starts palming his refined boner as he continues sniffing at your undergarment. he pulls down his sweats down to his knees along with his boxers, freeing his hardened member. “oh god..” he grunts as he drapes your thong over his leaking, pink tip. staining it with his glossy precum.

unbeknownst to him, you’re already back home taking off you heels. “hoon?” you call out neatly tucking away your shoes as you make your way to your room. “fuck yes y/n, you’re taking my cock in so good~” did you hear that right? you stopped in your tracks thinking there must be someone else in your room. scared, you peep your head in your doorway, looking ahead into your room.

and to your surprise, it’s sunghoon. pumping his cock furiously, his eyebrows furrowed, lip bitten, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and your thong over his length. fuck he looked so hot. you always had a thing for sunghoon but not wanting to ruin your friendship, you kept it to yourself and your trusted diary. you can’t help but clamp your legs together, almost moaning at the sight.

you decided to test your faith, so you walked over infront of your bed. “shit y/n! your pussy is so fucking tight princess!” sunghoon whimpers out, he opens his eyes only to see you. standing infront of him, arms crossed and face flushed with a crimson tone. “like what you see doll?” sunghoon smirks not showing one bit of embarrassment. instead, a sense of pride.

“i.. uhm..” you stutter shocked by the lack of embarrassment he showed on his face. “you love it huh? watching your best friend fuck himself with your skimpy thong? huh? look at you. i bet you’re all soaking wet from watching me pump my cock for you isn’t that right, slut?” he whispered, walked over to you, leaning down into your ear moaning playfully as he nibble on your earlobe.

“ahh.. hoon..” you whimper at his words, his hands trailing up and down your body stopping where you wanted him the most. “shit. no panties? do you really are just a slutty whore aren’t you? practically begging any man to cream your pussy right? you better fucking stop. because this tight, wet, creamy cunt is all mine. understood?” he degrades as he slaps your warmth, making you jerk forward as you nod your head in response.

“use your words doll. you know i hate stupid little whores.” he orders rubbing circles into your clit making you moan and clinging onto sunghoon’s broad shoulders. “you’re gonna let me breed your sopping pussy yeah? fill you up with my babies to show everyone who you belong to right?” he mutters over your neck, sucking and biting marks all over your neck. “yes hoon.. i’m all yours.” you finally managed to moan out.

“good girl.. now come here.” sunghoon ordered as he picked you up effortlessly, slamming you down on his lap earning a yelp from you. “may i?” he asks for your consent before stripping you to which you consented. “oh fuck doll, you’re gorgeous.” sunghoon admires your soft skin, rolling his fingers over your nipples licking his lips. “feels good hoon~” you whine out bucking your hips into his. “i know pretty girl..” he coos a finger teasing at your wet hole, him waiting for a reaction.

“hoon please.. i want you.” you whimper grinding on his fingers as he smiles in satisfaction. “beg for it then. tell me how much you want me to fuck you dumb.” he grins looking down at you and watching your face contort from the feeling of his long and slender fingers sliding into your core. “i want you to fuck me until i can’t walk anymore.. i need your cum in me hoon. i need it so so bad!” you squeal at the sensation of his fingers going in and out of my sopping cunt. wet, gushing sounds reverberating around the room. “good girl..” he grunts, speeding up his pace.

you feel a familiar knot in your abdomen, panting uncontrollably as you arch your back, “fuck hoon i’m close..!” you whimper, him smirking back at your call as he continues to finger you in the ‘come here’ motion. “cum for me then slut.” he commands as you release on his fingers. the sight was so dirty, your squirt soaking his fingers and your sheets, his mouth sucking your juices off you and you arching your back, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape.

“fuck,, you’re such a slut huh?” he teases, pulling his digits out of you and shoves them in your mouth. “now suck.” he commands, to which you obey. swirling your tongue around his fingers coating them in your saliva. his cock twitches at the sight, sunghoon wanted to absolute ruin you.

sunghoon sat comfortably on the bed patting his bare thighs, “come here.” he commanded, smirking at you. “what are you waiting for? is it because i’m not heeseung?” he gritted his teeth, the flashback of you giving heeseung a lap dance engraved in his mind wishing it was him you were grinding all up on. “no.. it’s not that” you mutter out quietly, crawling to sunghoon straddling him.

“what is it then? hm?” he caressed your thighs softly, looking at you expectantly. “it’s just.. i’ve been waiting for this since we became friends hoon..” you ground your hips down on his throbbing length, smiling at him softly. His eyes darkened at your words as he tightened his grip on your hips, pushing you down onto his lap roughly, feeling your wet pussy sliding along his engorged cock. "oh is that so? enjoying yourself aren’t you?" he smirked at you once again.

He grabs you by the hair and pulls your face close to his, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with a deep passion as his cock twitches against your slick hot cunt. you kiss him back passionately moaning into the kiss. “trust me doll, you’re gonna forget who heeseung even is after i fuck you dumb.” he growls as he grabbed onto your hips pulling you towards himself forcefully slamming his cock deep inside your tiny hole stretching it wide "fuck... yes.... fuck..!" he grunts.

“you’re so fucking big hoon~!” you whine out watching him slowly thrust in and out of you. “i know doll, i know.” he replies cockily while grunts he slams himself against you harder, grabbing your breasts roughly and squeezing them, feeling your nipples get rock hard under his fingers as he continued to slam into you, using you like a toy as he pounded you relentlessly. you moan his name like a mantra, completely fucked out.

“yeah that’s it. moan my name like a whore. you’re all mine understand?” he glared at you waiting for your answer. “yes hoon! i’m all yours!” you pant out, bouncing up and down on his girthy cock, your cunt convulsing around his length. he smirked proudly, thrusting himself deeper inside you until he was buried completely within you. "that's right, doll. cum all over my fucking dick." He whispered huskily, grabbing onto your hips tightly as he began pounding away at you mercilessly, driving you crazy with desire.

“shit hoon i’m cumming!” you scream, feeling yourself come undone. a thick, creamy gloss ring coats the base of his dick, dripping down onto his thighs. “can i cum in you doll?” he asks for permission as you nod your head, “yes yes yes! cum in me sunghoon! i want your load in me so bad!” you beg, your body shaking from the stimulation your yet receiving.

“so fucking good, all wet and creamy all just for me.” he grunts as he finally shoots his milky, thick load inside of you. guiding your hips as he rides out his high. he pulls out of you, you whining at the emptiness. “look. watch my seed drip out of you.” he orders as you watch his gooey cum trickle from your well fucked hole down onto the sheets.

“are you gonna give me aftercare or are you gonna be a dickhead?” you cocked an eyebrow

“only if you be mine forever.” he smirked jokingly, getting towels to clean you off.

“i’ve always been yours.”

[jaemlonfz]

can you do something about svt members wearing suits and holding their baby in the carrier infront and going for some event and the reader thinking "is it too soon to be wanting baby #2" 🫢 thank you <333

ps: i took over a MONTH to write this and i still think its not that good, i did not review it and english isnt my first language so im sorry if theres grammar errors, i hope yall like it wc: 3,1 K tw: there's the explanation and then pure filth, overall its basically all sorts of positions, crempie, praise kink in most of them, lmk if i forgot something so i was doing everyone in suits and wanting baby #2 but I started to think it was a bit silly because they all looked the same, so I changed the story for most of them. anyways i hope you still liked it, i made it with a lot of love and i apologize for taking so long

Seungcheol

You and Scoups were a public couple, fans distrusted you for years, you were always openly saying how much you loved seventeen's songs and still always singing Seungcheol's excerpts, and he openly talking about the films you star in without the slightest shame. So when you guys finally came out as a couple, your fanbase wasn't shocked at all.

A few years later as a married couple, after a one-year hiatus, you were seen in public with scoups carrying two little girls, that's how they found out that you had become parents of twin girls.

Years later, now with your daughters a bit older, you were getting ready for an awards ceremony, your burgundy dress matching with scoups tie, your girls' dresses in light pink. You were looking for your earring in every corner of your room when you went down to the living room to ask if your husband was with him, but when you arrived in the living room you saw the most adorable scene ever, Seungcheol trying to fix one of the girls' hairstyle while the another was stuck to his back kissing his cheek.

You can tell you felt your stomach turn at the Scoups' serious look as he tried not to ruin his daughter's hair, while the other looked at her father as if he were the most precious thing in the world.

Scoups was such a wonderful, caring and kind father.

You guys hadn't really brought up the subject of having kids anymore considering all the work you'd put in with both of them at once, but now it's a topic you'll actually talk about after seeing your husband being an extraordinary father.

It was only when you arrived at the awards ceremony that you realized you only had one earring in your ear.

-

“How beautiful my dear wife, you already want to have another baby”

Seungcheol said pushing his length into you, as he wiped your tears and brushed the hair stuck to your forehead.

“Will you let me fill you up so you can get pregnant again? Do you want to have a big belly carrying my son again?

Jeonghan

You knew you wanted to have another child with Jeonghan as soon as you saw him carrying your newborn son in the hospital, but that's something that absolutely every mother feels so you honestly didn't pay much attention to the feeling. But now, on the exact same date, a year later, you felt the same thing but with an animalistic intensity.

It was your son's first birthday and you decided to have a party with just the child's grandparents. With a maximum of ten balloons scattered around the large room, the grandparents amused by the baby's toothless smile, you decided to grab a candle and a lighter so you could sing personalized congratulations.

returning to the room with a candle and the lighter in your hand it was completely involuntary to rub your legs with emotion after seeing Jeonghan with your son in his arms. They were both wearing matching clothes, they both had the same smile, the same eyes and the same nose, they were like clones. the baby's thin hair was the same tone as yours but he was still a miniature Jeonghan, and seeing him smile so sincerely with his son in his arms made your eyes water a little.

-

“Jeonghan I want another baby." You admitted once the baby was sleeping in the crib.

“Do you really want another child or do you just want me to fill you?” He said smiling, and after your response in the blink of an eye your situation was completely different.

Your back arched as your ass was in the air and you cried and screamed with your face in the pillow.

“You asked for it, now you handle it.” Jeonghan said kissing your back.

Joshua

Joshua has always been a very giving person, every sunday going to church to pray for the well-being of others, and at least once a month going to orphanages to care for sick or orphaned children. And it was on one of these trips to the orphanage that you met.

Now years later Joshua continues with the same cherished habit of providing for others, and that's how you discovered that necessarily marrying him and carrying his child in your womb

Joshua was in bed when they called from the orphanage saying that a new child had arrived, as always Joshua shouted from the bed and ran asking if you would go with him to meet the new family member, you obviously said yes, quickly getting ready with him.

When you arrived in place, you ran to the bathroom because you were holding on too tightly to make a good impression on the child. returning to the giant garden looking for an unknown face, who you thought was around 4 or 5 years old, you saw Joshua's back and his arms as if he was waiting for something. Joshua quickly noticed your presence and turned to see you.

The child was definitely no older than 6 months old, Joshua held her with so much care, looked at her with so much care and love that you felt your blood pressure dropping.

Joshua was born to be a father, and you were the only one who hadn't realized that yet.

-

Now you had your legs as close together as possible, squeezing yourself constantly trying to hold in the liquid that would give you a child without letting a drop leak out.

As soon as you got home you admitted your dirty thoughts towards Joshua, who quickly took off your clothes, turned you around and filled you up.

“If you really want my son, don’t let a drop leak.” Joshua said from the kitchen, making you a sandwich while you smiled with completely red cheeks.

Junhui

It was the first time you had been away from your son for more than 10 hours, and Junhui was a wreck. Both had already cried because you missed your baby while he slept peacefully next to you, and now the day of true farewell had arrived.

You were going to a wedding a few hours away, so in case it was to late on the way back, you had already booked a hotel room just in case.

At the moment you were adjusting your heels sitting on the bed, while you saw Hunhui on the baby monitor talking to the adorable baby. you managed to hear a few words like “i’m going to miss you.” or “don’t cry too much in your grandmother’s ear.” Junhui was already ready with his suit and you, now late, ran to your son’s room to say goodbye too. but when you arrived at the door, when you saw Junhui's look at the child, you didn't know how to describe whether your heart was tender or swollen.

As expected, it was very late when the wedding ended and you had to sleep at the hotel, you could feel Junhui awake and restless by the way he moved in bed, and it left you with a wonderfull idea.

-

“You're such a good father." You said, panting on top of Junhui, riding his dick. “So worried about your son." Now you lay down in the perfect position to whisper in his ear

“Let’s give him a brother so he won’t be so alone, let’s have another child to worry about." You said and I could feel your cock twitching inside your tight, damaged interior

Soonyoung

it was yours daughter's first halloween, and quite obviously, soonyoung dressed her up as a tiger.

Yall had absolutely no party to go to, and honestly you thought the idea of ​​going door to door with a baby in costume was a bit strange, so you only dressed up for some photos and to have a fun memory about your first halloween as a family.

Soonyoung obviously begs you for the whole family to be tigers, so while you were looking for a shirt of his with a tiger print or some other style of clothing, when you returned to the living room you saw the most heart-warming scene in the world.

Soonyoung was holding the small hands of the child, who was trying to stand, while they were both smiling widely, you couldn't help it and took a photo of the moment, certainly thinking about how beautiful it would look framed on the wall.

Now that your daughter was already asleep, you went to talk to soonyoung about the scene you saw and you were obviously teased about it.

“Since you liked me so much seeing our daughter, let’s have another one”

-

“Younggg…” You mumbled trying not to make noise so as not to wake the beloved child in the next room

“i also love seeing you with our baby, let’s do one more” He pushed his length into you, who groaned at the invasion without warning.

“Ohh… ​​please soon, let’s have another one”

Wonwoo

In fact, wonwoo took the initiative to have another child with you.

Wonwoo has a younger brother and he can definitely say that it is a wonderful thing to have someone to look after and be able to talk to, so after a year of your baby being born wonwoo called you to talk about it.

The conversation was absolutely very short, he simply admitted that he wanted another child and you opened the robe you were wearing and let it fall to the floor

-

“Such a willing mother.” He kissed your chin and quickly moved down to your neck. “Such a willing wife”

“How can you be so willing to make me happy." He smiled ramming his cock into you, who twitched beneath him

“Are you so wet just thinking about me bearing another child? Do you like to imagine me filling your brim?”

You managed to hear a chuckle from him as you hurriedly shook your head answering the question. “You will look so beautiful swollen with my son”

Jihoon

Honestly there wasn't a specific moment that you knew you wanted to have another child with Jihoon, because you always knew that once you saw this man as a father, you would never stop, but I really think the penny dropped when your son asked for a sister.

You were having a movie night when suddenly your three year old son asked for a little sister. your face automatically turned to Jihoon, who as already looking at you.

You talked to your son and said you were going to talk to his father about it, and when you saw your son's reaction, you swore to yourself that you would give this child a giant family to love

“You can rest assured that you’re going to have a little sister." You heard Jihoon whispering in your son’s ear while he was still looking at you

-

“Jihoon…” you whimpered underneath him, your legs spread, your arms up being held by your husband’s strong hand

“We have to fulfill our firstborn’s wish, and now is the perfect time”

Jihoon was referring to the weekend he was spending with his grandparents, you were definitely going to be pregnant by the end of this sunday.

dokyeom -

Today was your cousin's wedding and you were desperately late. putting on your heels as you jumped up to your one-year-old daughter who was in her crib still in her pajamas, after all you left her there to get ready first and dress her up later, but distracted by the happiness of putting on makeup for a big event again you completely lost track of what time .

Mentally cursing yourself for messing around so much while doing your makeup, you entered the room imagining the little girl with her hair all tangled up, a dirty diaper stinking of poop and her tantruming with hunger, but when you opened your eye, preparing for the worst you saw dokyeom a hand without a lap.

He was holding her in his arms, trying to keep her awake so she could rest later. Dokyeom was divine with those formal clothes and kinda wet hair, you were led to think about your husband making you feel good thinking about having another child

She was already dressed beautifully, her suitcase was already packed, her hair was in a beautiful hairstyle and with a beautiful bow that matched her dress. Dokyeom had done all of this knowing you would be late.

-

“do you want to see me be a father again? did you like me seeing our daughter today?” dokyeom said as he kissed your sweaty neck.

“are you going to let me fill you up again? will you let me breed you?" he laughed at your scrunched up face with no coherent thoughts in your brain.

Mingyu

That Mingyu is a famous model that everyone knows, and that you, his makeup artist, had great chemistry with him, everyone knows, that's how you met. Now married with two daughters, brands caught your opportunity to do a commercial featuring Mingyu as his girls' father, so you did him in makeup for the shoot.

It was a casual commercial, something like them at a picnic, an outdoor field. With a brush you touch up the makeup on Mingyu's tanned skin while others arranging the scene.

In the scenes, Mingyu had one on his shoulders and the other was running hand in hand with her father or with the two playing together while he smiled admiringly. Seeing this scene was something that super swelled your heart with love and warmed your insides with emotion at seeing your husband and daughters.

When you got home at the end of the day, you were both exhausted and fell into your crib like rocks.

-

“Mingyu, give me another child” He wasted no time in pushing you onto the bed and holding your legs in the air and starting to push his length into your wet core.

“You were certainly excited about me seeing it in the commercial today, right? Do you want to have another child after you saw me looking so hot taking care of the girls” He talked to you while your eyes rolled constantly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to only let you sleep tonight after you have an baby in your womb.”

Minghao

You and Minghao always had in mind that you wanted someone to love and call family, technical children would only come as a bonus if your partner also liked the idea of ​​procreating.

Minghao was a little piece of heaven, being everything good you could imagine, so when he thought about his thoughts about just wanting one person to call family without the obligatory need to involve a baby you were left in doubt.

Your first child was an accident and you discovered the pregnancy at 4 months, welcoming the pregnancy you saw the brightness in Minghao's eyes increasing even more, especially after your son was born.

Now, a few years later with an older child and already demonstrating some personality traits, you will see that any chance to bring lives with the same principles as Minghao you will definitely seize this opportunity.

So yes, practically you would get pregnant countless times if it meant several mini Minghao’s around the world.

“Let’s have another baby now Hao” You said as soon as Minghao sat on the bed getting ready to sleep, but now a night’s sleep is no longer guaranteed.

-

You were on your sides, lying on the bed, your pajamas were askew and your panties dragged to the side as Minghao pushed into you calmly.

“How beautiful asking me to get you pregnant, looking at me with such long eyes, your red cheeks and your sweaty hands.” He whispered in your ear slowly

“You were so nervous, did you think I would deny your request?” He kissed your neck moving his index finger to your sensitive spot “I will never deny you that”

Seungkwan

Seungkwan has always been romantic, and even after his first child was born he continued with this characteristic. Always bringing you flowers when he came home from work, bringing you your favorite chocolate or even asking for your favorite food to be delivered to your door while he was traveling.

So in his head, even though he knew that any basic conversation about having another child would probably end with you agreeing with him and you making the second child, but Seungkwan wanted to win over the second child, he wanted to win over you.

Suddenly Seungkwan would come home with clothes that were smaller than what your son was wearing because he had gotten "confused", sometimes he would take the foods you craved during pregnancy and ask you if it reminded you of anything or even buy a shirt written "big brother" for his son after all he hadn't even seen the print. So when you thought about it, you realized that Seungkwan was already way ahead of you, giving you clues about having another child from the beginning.

-

"Kwannie, if you wanted another baby you just had to tell me" You said on top of him, he had covered your face in shame the moment you discovered his plan and climbed on his dick.

"I didn't want to pressure you" He spoke shakily, you guys fit together so well. You were so magnificent on top of him.

"You deserve another child, and I will never feel pressured by something you do."

Vernon

Vernon has a good relationship with his sister. According to him, he and his sister were always friends and always counted on themselves in situations that their parents were unable to help. You have a good relationship with your brother, and you definitely agree with Vernon's wise words.

Gaining a sibling for both of us was like winning the lottery, receiving the best gift in the world, having a friend of your own blood. So you've definitely come to the conclusion that you're either going to have a couple of children or none at all, and as you're now going out with a five-year-old child, it's time to give the gift that you both managed to receive for the anxious firstborn.

-

“I forgot how addictive you are” Vernon mumbled as you moved on top of him.

“I think I’m going to try to get you pregnant every day from now on.”

Chan

Chan is a chaming person, and he actually its very good at making people do what he wanted, without them even knowing that. So when he saw you as a actual mother, holding your lilttle girl in your arms, Chan knew that all he wanted to do for the rest of his life was making you more and more of a mother and seeing you enjoying your motherhood.

Of course he would help around the house, he wanted to be a good husband/father so you could see his effort and give him a reward (a new baby)

Obviously Chan knew that your first pregnancy was very great and you did not suffer at all coparing to others mothers experience, and he knew if someday you started acting like that, it would be the end of the story. But he couldnt help himself when he saw you all curved up for him, with your tearing eyes begging for another baby

-

"Of couse i will give you another baby." He kissed your forehead as you mumbled below his muscular body

"How can i say no after you look at my so beautiful like that?" He whines in your ear seeing you tremble all up again.

"Such a beautiful mother." And yet again, Chan always get what he wants.

[astr0exe]

Imagine könig with a stepbrother, figuring out said stepbrother is trans and being like “shit I could get him pregnant”

okay so im sorry if i took this in the wrong direction but hey !

CW : filth, transmasc reader (on testosterone!), explicit consent despite slight drinking, praise, breeding (obvs)

this will be filthy, probably, idk yet !:)

757 words !!

You and your stepbrother König were.. close, closer than people would expect, you hung out together despite König being 8 years older than you. You and König were just sat around, drinking, you were quite tipsy when you told him, “Königg, you know.. im trans right?” you asked it like a question cause you honestly thought he knew, but that man’s face pales, his eyes widen and his mouth opens and his first sentence is “shit.. I could get you pregnant..”

You both sit there for a while, just staring at each other before hears a quiet mumble from you “i wouldnt mind you doing that…”

he would probably be shocked at first before realising what you said, groaning loudly at the thought of even just fucking you. But getting you pregnant? now thats a whole other fantasy.. a darker one, a more depraved one.

You move closer to your stepbrother, your lips ghosting over his, the alcohol making you more confident as you kiss him, softly, but its not reciprocated the way you expect. He is harsh and rough, your teeth clashing together as he basically tackles you onto the couch, an almost crazed look in his eyes as he grinds his hard thick (lets be real it would be massive) cock against the seam of your jeans, making it brush your small, sensitive dick so aggressively yet so perfectly you whine loudly.

He murmurs a quiet “are you sure this is okay? cause if you don’t say no now.. I don’t know if I will be able to stop..” You nod your head sharply replying with your hands going down to his pants “yes.. König.. need you to fuck me.. to ruin me..” you whisper in his ear before biting his neck softly, admiring the slight purple mark that is left there, along with the indent of your teeth.

With his belt off and your hips grinding up against him he cant resist, he flips you over, your stomach on the couch as he pulls your hips up with one hand and shoves his pants and boxers down with another. You cant help but huff at the slightly awkward position that you have to take your pants off in, but you manage, with your lower halves completely bare, he groans “fuck.. i can see how wet you are from here, just drenched for your stepbrother’s cock yeah?”

As you try to reply your sentence loses all meaning, turning into pointless babbling when König eases his large dick into you. Its like its hitting your cervix when he finally stills, all the way inside, giving you a little time to adjust to his size. He knows he is big, most people see his cock and run, but not you.. no.. not his little brother..

When you give him the slight jerk of your hips he needs as permission to move, he loses all sense of being, all he can think about is your tight cunt and how perfect it is wrapped around his cock.. And.. fuck he can’t stop thinking about how you would look pregnant, round and glowing due to the baby he put in you. He grips you hair, making your back arch uncomfortably but you can barely feel the pain due to the immense pleasure König is making you feel.

All you can hear are his groans and praises “Liebe.. Oh meine Liebe you feel so good, so tight and perfect.. youre such a good boy, fuck..” even with his mouth being so close to your ear his voice sounds quiet compared to your loud moans, his hand moves towards your engorged dick jerking and rubbing as your moans change in pitch, giving away how close you are. His teeth find your neck in a show of pure possessiveness.

You clench around him tightly as your orgasm washes over you in waves, with how much you tighten König’s hips stutter slightly, however still trying to keep himself from cumming, but he knows he isnt going to last. He needs to fill you up, fuck you full of his cum, get you pregnant. A few hard thrusts later he does, his white seed painting the walls of your cunt along with your cervix, he cums so much you can almost feel it.

When you try to move away he doesn’t let you, a firm hand between your shoulder blades to keep you in place, keep you plugged with his cum, his only reasoning is “i did tell you i wanted to get you pregnant”

[puppyluvfics]

NSFW Alphabet | Lee Jooyeon

Lee Jooyeon | WC: 2k Genre: smut Summary: nsfw alphabet game thing Warnings: this is just. PURE filth. I'm sorry. (No im not). NOT proofread, just straight up rambles. as always, fem/afab body mentions, public play, lemme know if i missed something!! A/N: X is excluded bc i will Not be writing about him in that kind of detail <3 two thousand words... yall i rly lost my damn mind on this one... and that's AFTER i had to stop myself from rambling more... being joo/seumi biased is so. hard.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He does NOT know where he is, I’m sorry. All he knows is the aftershocks and sensitivity, his cock still throbbing, probably still inside you, if we’re being honest. He’s the type to pull you close to him and stay inside you, not wanting to 1. Leave you empty and 2. Stop feeling you around him, wet and warm. As much as he’d like to vocalize praise, the best he could do would be growly little pants and whines, letting his head fall backwards and his hair stick to his forehead with sweat, his eyes doing most of the talking.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Fingers. That’s it, that’s the whole answer. No, I’m kidding. But seriously,,, you already know he loves to watch his fingers disappear inside you, curling up in little waves, or putting his fingers in your mouth when you ride him… 

On his partner… everyone says he’s a boob man, or a munch, and while I AGREE! I think his favorite part on his partner would be their lips… maybe I’m projecting my own desires here but is he not the type to love to feel you suck hickeys onto his neck? The kind of guy who’d grab a fist full of your hair and guide your lips wherever he wanted, teasing himself with your mouth until you wrapped your lips around him where he wanted you most? Yeah.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I can’t see him being into cum play, honestly. BUT! I will say… it’s going inside you, one way or another. Either in your mouth (where he’ll make you prove you swallowed) or in you the other way where he’d keep fucking it into you as he rode it out… yeah.

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

Now… bear with me on this… I can’t stop thinking about how he probably owns a fleshlight… how his hand isn’t enough to get himself off sometimes so he needs something that reminds him of how good it feels to have his cock inside you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Inexperienced enough to still be in the stages of coming a little too quickly, just because he can’t control himself, but he knows what he’s doing… there’s no way he doesn’t. He knows how to hold your hips down while he thrusts into you, leaving small bruises from his grip strength. His pace isn’t super steady yet, but honestly, it just serves to tease you more… you’d beg for him to fuck you harder and faster and he’d try… and he’d succeed when you least expect it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Anything where he can see your face, really. Missionary, cowgirl, all the basic ones, but they’re so much more than basic to him. He loves watching you gasp out and moan when he fucks you, getting needier every time your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls open, going faster every time you bite your lip and whine from how deep he feels.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s goofy but never during sex… always before or after. He’s so the type to say things like “I made it clap” or give you playful spanks and bites.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Simple, as always, but hear me out on this. I think he’s all natural. Obviously well groomed, but… all natural. And we loveeee to see it.

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

I’m not gonna call it not intimate, but it’s not rose petals and lace romantic. He loves to mark you as his, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over you - some where only the two of you can see, but some where everyone can see. The act of letting him mark you and knowing he doesn’t have to hold back in doing so is so intimate for him, it makes him… feral?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

LISTEN. Listen to me. Stay with me on this. He stands up. Just. LISTEN!!!! Holding himself up with one hand pressed against the wall or leaning back so that if he stumbles backwards, the wall or his bed behind him would break his fall… but. The way his hair would fall around his face as he moved his hand, soft little grunts and groans falling from his lips… the way he’d come on himself and gasp out shakily… someone sedate me please… one day I’ll expand on this… I am not strong enough right now.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking!! Dare I even go so far as to include collaring and that kind of power play? Not necessarily with any specifics of pet play or anything in that realm of labels, but owning you, in a way. Of course, he’d not only accept your autonomy but encourage it but during sex… you might as well turn your brain off because you’re his. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I can see him being into experimenting with public stuff but only teasing… he’s not gonna pull his cock out anywhere but he’d happily grab your ass, give you a couple playful spanks, maybe wrap his hand around your throat for the briefest of moments when you were alone…

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

So marking, right? Seeing the remnants of that will always be a turn on for him. Be it the little bruises he’d left on your hips or thighs, the hickeys he’d left on your neck and collarbone… the memories would come flooding back and would make him need to mark you more.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

You know… I can’t imagine he’d be into impact play outside of spanking. Marking is one thing but hitting you feels like… too much for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Everyone give it up for our resident munch!! Pussy for breakfast lunch and dinner! AND!!! Getting his hair pulled a little when he eats you out… that would only make him go faster. BUT I will also say… he is so the type to love getting head just as much. 69? Invented for him. What’s better than feeling your mouth around his cock while you sit on his face?

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what he’s doing… sex can be both, but is more fast paced and needy, giving you head is slow and teasing at first before he really gets lost in it all, as if he can’t get enough of you. Foreplay? Slow, I would say. Like he’d take his sweet time licking your neck and sucking hickeys onto you.

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

Quickies aren’t his favorite thing but he’ll never say no, especially if the quickie just included him dropping to his knees, pulling one of your legs over his shoulders, reaching up to tease you and eating you out at the same time. Conversely, he’d be down to get head from you as a quickie too, especially if you had been teasing him but you both weren’t feeling like going through the entire motions of sex.

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

Yes but also no… I think he’d be very much into talk of it where he’d be super into the idea of of some things, and just discussing him would get him hard, but then some post nut clarity would hit and he would realize that there are some things he’d try with you, but mostly, he just wants you. The one thing in the back of my mind with this is wax play specifically… because he seems the type to get hard talking about dripping wax on you and watching you squirm but when you’d light a candle (just in general) he’d look at it and think about it and realize that… maybe not. 

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

As long as he hasn’t been touched, he can go for a while… he could lay between your legs and eat you out until you physically couldn’t come anymore. But once you touch him? It’s already the beginning of the end. He’d get so needy at your touch, needing to be inside you and fucking into you. It’s not that he comes embarrassingly fast, he can keep going for a while (like twenty minutes, at max), but he’s done after one round… he gives it his all. That isn’t to say that round two couldn’t come later, but it would be a few hours, at least.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Listen. I talk about this in the wildcard one so go look at that but that specific thing aside, I think he’d be into teasing you with vibrators for sure. Though, he’s a cocky lil thing… nothing but his cock goes inside you because he knows how to make you feel much better than a toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Is this even a question? He is THE tease. He invented teasing. Edging you with his tongue… daring to tempt you with his fingers only to not even put them in you, leaving you clenching around nothing just to hear you whine and beg for him. 

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

As much as I would love him to be loud… he just isn’t. Well, he is but he isn’t. He’s not going to be screaming and moaning so loud that the whole world could hear him, but he’s for sure not silent. Grunting and whining and moaning out enough for you to hear, and maybe people through the wall if he was needy enough for you that he couldn’t hold back.

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

Oh my god, listen to me. Maybe I’m projecting on insane levels right now but listen. Tell me he wouldn’t LOVE those bluetooth vibrators that he could control with his phone… going out with you on a really long date, teasing you for hours… the way he’d “accidentally” turn it all the way up when you’d be on your tiptoes grabbing something high up… the way he’d just play with it and move it up and down and watch you have the briefest of moments of relief before teasing you again. BONUS!!! Turning it on high and leaving it on high the entire drive home… challenging you not to come before you get there… ohhh my god someone needs to throw me into the grand canyon.

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

On a scale of 1 to 10… I’m putting him at a 7… he can function like a normal person, but god when he wants it… he wants it. He’d never pressure you for sex, but he’s absolutely not shy about asking for it when he wants it. He knows it’s not a need, even when it feels like one - like he knows he can jack off if you’re not in the mood but come on… he’d get hard at you just settling into his lap, of course he’d ask if you wanted to do something about the boner you just gave him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It it weren’t for the fact that cleanup was necessary, he’d be out immediately. His eyes would be half lidded and he’d doze off for a few seconds after he came, but he’d always force himself to stay awake long enough to clean up and make sure you’re feeling good too.

[koulakoukoula2003]

IM LOOKING FOR DADDY ERWIN FUCKING YN ON THE OFFICE'S DESK WITH BREEDING KINK, SIZE KINK FOR TOO LONG HELP ME PLEASE

LMAOOO anon, I gotchu. No one writes good smut anymore (also, so sorry it took so long to respond) erwin smith x reader, size kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, mild dubcon, praise kink, overstimulation, pure filth honestly this could apply for many characters

With your back against the surface of his desk, his arms grasping your shoulders, keeping you resistant against his thrusts, he rearranged your insides with every thrust, every violent snap of his hips against yours. Your legs propped on top of his shoulders, he was reaching so deep, you could've sworn you felt him in your stomach.

Fat cockhead hit against your cervix. You screamed and stood down and took it like a good little girl. He grunted in your neck when he felt another orgasm washing over you. Your poor cunt felt raw and overused. Your slick covered his cock and it was almost embarrassing how wet the sounds between your bodies were.

He didn't let up. He fucked you through your orgasm and went on like he was determined to make you cum again right after. You didn't even know how long he had been fucking you like this. He was using you. He wasn't even concerned about whether you could take it or not.

"Ah- p- please, daddy, no more, too much, pl's-" another cry erupted from your wet, bitten lips, interrupting you when his hand reached down for your clit, rubbing fast wet circles.

His eyes focused on your small body, struggling to take him no matter how many times he'd fucked you. His cock could be seen, shifting beneath your belly with every rough thrust. He pressed his hand down on your soft abdomen, to feel himself thrusting beneath. You let out another shout. Tears prickled at the corners of your pretty eyes as he folded your body in two, reaching so impossibly deep.

"Such a good girl..." he leaned down to lick your saliva off the corners of your lips, before sucking your lower lip like a man starved "...taking daddy's cock so fucking well."

He caught your hand, brought it to your belly, forcing you to feel him shifting beneath the soft skin.

"Right here, sweetheart," he grunted against your lips, slamming deep and staying there for a moment to let you feel him. "I'm gonna come right here... fill you up so full... you won't be able to do anything without me..." he pulled all the way out only to thrust back in. Your lips parted in a silent cry, your eyes shut tight. Pain and bliss twisted on your face so beautifully "...gonna give me a son, won't you? And then another..." thrust "...and another..." thrust "and another..." he set the same relentless pace all over. "Surely, my precious little princess can handle that, can't she?"

It felt so fucking good. You could see his cock disappearing inside of you, rearranging your body to fit him just perfectly. You were all his to fuck and breed and use, and corrupt, and abuse. There was no changing that, there was no escape, and you didn't want any.

"Y- Yes, daddy, anything for you... anything... please... pl's- I- I'm gonna- AH-!"

He slammed a hand on top of your lips, shushing you while he fucked you like a doll. Massive hips slammed against yours so loudly and wetly, and your tears stained his hand that covered half your face. More tears wetted the papers beneath your head. More than a few piles had gone dropping on the floor, making a mess. Your pretty body arched so perfectly, leading his cock to slam against that perfect spot over and over.

"Take it... fucking take it- fuck- take it like a good girl..."

You came so hard, pussy clamped around his cock so tight, he let out a breathy groan, dumping a load of cum inside your belly. He watched your perfect little body spasm and tremble. He watched the creamy mixture of his cum and yours forming a ring around his cock. His cum came dripping on his cock as he pulled out only to push it back in with the tip.

"Good fucking girl... my perfect little girl... mine... all mine..."

He guided your trembling legs off his shoulders and around his waist. He gathered your limp body in his arms and picked you off the desk with such ease.

He kissed you messy and sweet. Bodies joined, cock still hard and deep inside you as he carried you to his bedroom.

Next thing you knew, you were lying down and he was fucking you all over again.

[total-drama-atlas]

I was warned about ep5 being not so good

So anyway episode five time!!

Millie asking Chris to stfu about her possibly being dishonest? Girl I was liking you. Don’t tell me you lied my girl Priya she didn’t deserve that. Neither did my beloved lauren :((

New intro is seeming less bad hmm

Damien complimenting Priya and then she gets all flustered? That is ADORABLE

although the way they show Priya’s blush seems… off. I dont think realistically it would be that saturated on her skin tone, or that light. The color isn’t quite right for the red shade of her blush I don’t think, but I’m obv not an expert and I still think it’s cute

ZEE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I hope he’s a merger

the way zee was drinking his soda after pricking the side of the can was so funny for literally no reason.

Wayne and Raj are so stupid and adorable and I love them so much

now I see why Julia specifically said beans. this is peak comedy /s

“Ew! Are flirting with me over my farts???” “Yes, I am😏” ripper that was the one funny thing you have contributed so far. Other than the alfalfa male thing that was funny too

“So you don’t get eaten by the raptors.” “THE BASKETBALL TEAM?!? “ raj you are so sweet

Does chase not realize not everybody is a total asshole or??

The raptors are a downgrade from the total drama bears :/ glasses bear my beloved

Zee is so great y’all

WAYNE IS SO PRECIOUS “I just thought of something!” “Rajie, you can tell me ANYTHING. Anything you need to get off your chest about your feelings or who you are or anything at all. I am here for you and I care for you. I will never judge you.” (Confessional: “He’s telling me! I’m so excited!!) “you got any hockey tape?” (“Nvm”)

I didn’t notice Emma’s undercut… hmm…

MK is a schemer. She’s everything noah could be. I love her and would die for her.

Emma has every right to hate chase. He’s awful. I hope she gets to commit a crime at him

“I KILLED ZEE 😭😭😭😭” “sup” “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY ZEE 😭😭😭” “it’s fine bro idc”

Damien being a little bit of a nerd is so cute to me. I honestly love that for him

Ripper is so gross and not in the way that I can look past his brand of physical comedy and appreciate his character. it’s in the repulsive way

Then discussing how possible it would be for a raptor to open a door while one opens the door is a tiny bit funny

YOU TELL THAT RAPTOR JULIA READ IT TO FILTH JULES

Bowie and I are on the same page here

guys MK’s jaundice is back I think

Priya is so sweet I love her “DAMIEN! You’re the love of my life!” “I am????” “NO BUT I WANTED TO SAY THAT TO SOMEONE BEFORE I DIE”

Wow they just. Blew up the mess hall. Wowzers.

RAJ IS SO SWEET AND PURE I LOVE HIM OMGGG

Id ripper doesn’t leave this ep I will be SO upset

WHY ARE THERE LESS STUMPS TO SIT ON THAN BEFORE? WOULD IT KILL YOU TO HAVE SOME BASIC SET CONSISTENCY

If Damien gets eliminated I am going to cry

NOOOOOOOOO

okay but the reason is wholesome

not a good episode but at least I knew what I was getting myself into. I pity anyone who watches it without at least a warning of how awful it is

[universecorp]

hello theree~ may i know when will another chapter of temptation be released? 🥺 pls im so obsessed with the story T T i just want you to know how i love the story so muchh

HI there, I’m so glad you like the story and I’m so sorry this next chapter is taking so long 😭 I get like insane writers block when it comes to smut and these next few chapters are honestly gonna be pure filth, i just really need to buckle down and focus 😭 I will give a little spoiler and say that the next chapter is very Soobin centric so I would look forward to that! I’ll try to have the next chapter finished by next week though!

[rattlemycage]

I Feel Like I Win When I Lose

Hi friends. This is straight up 22k words of pure Henry Cavill smut. Please be gentle--I have not written in over 10 years. Miss Rona’s Stay At Home order made me do it. I’m also like 80 years old at heart and don’t know how to do all of this fancy formating ya’ll have on your fics. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. 

Word count: Just under 22k...I got carried away. 

Rating: NC-17. E. It’s just pure smut my dudes.

Warnings: Dom/Sub undertones, Daddy Henry, bondage (Spreader bar, ball gag, clamps, etc), squirting, spitting, unprotected sex. Pure filth. 

Title comes from Abba because I found it hilarious that I was listening to Waterloo while writing about defiling Henry. 

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You knew better than to test him, and yet you’d done it anyway. That’s how you’d ended up like this-flat on your back at the very edge of the bed with a spreader bar strapped to your ankles, cuffs on your wrists with metal snaps affixing said wrists to your ankles.

 You’d also been outfitted with nipple clamps and a ball gag that had the same baby pink leather as your wrist and ankle cuffs. Pink because you liked pretty things, and Daddy always wanted you to feel pretty. Even when you were getting fucked within an inch of your life.

You hold onto the bar between your feet to relieve the pull on the muscles in your arms, as well as to try and ground yourself. Try, being the operative word. Henry had left you strapped up like this for what felt like hours-in reality, it had been twenty, maybe thirty minutes. You’d heard him puttering about the living room, typing on his computer for a bit before getting up and letting Kal outside through the back door. But suddenly, the sounds of a body living its life had stopped. And then...nothing. Everything became deadly quiet. And that is what made you so tense.

You knew he was preparing for your punishment. You’d wanted it in a way, of course you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have been such a brat when had nicely asked you to give him some space while he finished reading a script that he had let collect dust for the last few weeks in favor of spending time with you. Instead of doing as he’d asked, you’d purposely walked in the room more than a few times, swaying your hips to the music only you could hear, swishing your translucent, powdery lilac robe around you as you moved towards him. He’d barely spared you a glance, and that just wouldn’t do. So you kept at it. You asked Daddy to...help you. Knowing he’d read between your lines instead of the ones on the page in front of him. Yet somehow, he had resisted. Given you a stern look more than once and told you “Daddy is busy, sweetheart. Please do as I asked.”

Your refusal to do so lead you to your current setup, with Henry god knows where in the house, waiting to make his move. Waiting to pounce. Waiting to make you beg for forgiveness before you begged for his cock inside of you. When you start to think that maybe he had actually left the house with you strapped up like this, a thought that made you panic a bit more than you already were, you heard the creak of the door. You startle, holding your breath, waiting for a word to be uttered, or a hand to meet your ass. It all depended on how mad at you he was.

“Look at me” he barks at you. You turn your head to the left, seeing him standing in the doorway, face set in a frown and eyes dark and stormy. Oh. He was very mad.

He sneers at you some more, and then suddenly his face morphs into a smirk. You’re fucked. “So...what do you have to say for yourself?”. You look at him, drool seeping out of the side of the ball gag and down your chin, only to drip off of your cheek onto the plush white duvet that adorned your bed. He’d affixed the gag so tightly that all you could do is whimper in his direction.

“Awww, you can do better than that love,” he taunts as he makes his way over to you, “come on. Tell Daddy what you did.” You struggle again, more spit making its way down both cheeks this time as your head follows Henry’s movements until he rests between your feet, thighs barely grazing the bar between them. He peers down at you, slowly taking in your face, the gag with spit bubbling around it, your nipples red and raw from being pinched between metal. His gaze runs lower still, moving to your wrists attached to your ankles, eyes tracking from one ankle to the other, before finally settling on your pussy. Your exposed, swollen, dripping pussy.

Henry grins down at you, cooing, “Look how pretty you look sweetheart. Wish you could see yourself right now.” You give another whimper behind the gag; he’s being entirely too nice right now for how mad he seemed just a few moments ago. He reaches down for the metal chain laying on your chest, connecting the clamps to each other, holding it gently on his pointer and middle fingers, almost as if he’s admiring the linking and shine. He presses the weight of his crotch, still clothed in denim, against the spreader, leaning into you to bring his face just that little bit closer to yours. And then, he bumps his fingers a twice, not hard, but enough to move the clamps. You full blown gasp this time, the pain sending a zing down your spine and making your pussy clench around nothing. You want to feel bad about disobeying him, but when he does things like this to you, you just can’t be bothered.

He releases the chain from his fingers and moves his hands behind your head, loosening the gag a few holes in the buckle, but not completely undoing it. It allows you to get your tongue underneath the gag; you could push it down onto your chin if you wanted to. But you know better than that. Daddy hasn’t told you to yet. He runs his fingertips on his right hand down your left cheek, collecting the spit that had run down the side of it. He brings those same fingertips down to your nipples, gently grazing the small bit that peaks out beyond the clip, knowing you’re sensitive and aching for any sort of stimulating touch. It makes you roll your body, starting in your shoulders and moving down your spine to settle in your hips, and finishing with your hips rotating from side to side, unknowingly trying to shuffle your body farther down to bed to be closer to him. Closer to Daddy.

“Push the gag down, princess.” You do as he says, using your tongue to lift the rubber ball up and pursing your lips to get the ball to slide out and roll down your chin. While you do this, he undoes the clamps and throws them to god knows where, providing you more relief. You gasp, heaving air into your lungs to try and get the feeling of a full breathe. “Now, let’s try that again. What do you have to say for yourself?”

You gulp, continuing to pant, partially because you still feel at a loss for air, but also because you need a moment to weigh your options. You can drag this out, make Henry even more mad and test the limits. Or you can leave well enough alone. You decide the former will have to wait for a different day, one when you’ve steeled your nerves a bit more to take a...heavier handed punishment. Henry had brought a riding crop home a few weeks ago after one of his riding sessions. You hadn’t thought much of it until you’d noticed it in the bedroom closet, and not in the clutter closet by the front door where his riding boots resided. It was then you’d realized it was meant for a much different hide. It hadn’t made its way out of the bedroom closet yet, but knowing him, it would only be a matter of time.

You look up, making full eye contact with him for the first time since he’d entered the room. He quirks his right brow but keeps his jaw set, expecting a damn good answer out of you. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted some attention, a little love from you.” He chuckles, then lifts his palm and gently brings it down against your pussy. It’s not a hard slap, but enough to jolt you. Especially when he makes sure his middle finger grazes your clit on the down stroke. Somehow, you manage to feel yourself getting wetter even though you’re already sopping. “Have I not given you enough attention the last few weeks? I haven’t picked up a script since you arrived. And do I not show you love every minute you are near me? I don’t think that’s what you really wanted. I think you wanted my cock. I think you’re just a little slut who wants to be stuffed full with her Daddy’s cock at every waking moment. Isn’t that right?” He slaps your pussy again, making sure his middle finger makes the same trek past your clit before bringing his hand back up, palm facing you and fingertips down to rub light, teasing circles on your clit. His left hand grabs the spreader bar to steady your ankles.

“Yes, Daddy!”, you squeal, “yes, I’m a slut. I’m your slut, Daddy. I’m s-sorry. I wanted your cock in me. I always do. Always want it.”

“That sounds closer to the truth.”

And with that he plunges two fingers into you without any warning. You throw your head back at the intrusion, not expecting it, but enjoying it nonetheless. There’s no pain involved, not with how wet you are by now. You clamp down on his fingers, pulsing your pussy around his fingers a few times for good measure. He takes that as his queue to start moving, and thrusts his fingers out and back in. He picks up speed with every thrust back in, and soon, the clench and release of your insides isn’t a conscious decision. He leans more of his weight into his left hand, in turn pushing your hips down into the mattress to prevent you from moving, forcing you to take his fingers. You’re moaning with abandon now, flexing your fingers to steady yourself again because you have no other way to ground yourself, keep yourself from cumming, with your hands and ankles bound like this.

“Daddy. Daddy, please. Daddy!” You’re begging him now. Begging him for forgiveness. For release. Everything. Nothing. Henry thrusts his fingers back in, all the way to the where his fingers meet his palm, and stills. “Don’t do it. Not yet. You haven’t begged for my forgiveness enough to deserve it.” With that, he keeps his hand inside you, but brushes his fingers up and down, back and forth. He’s so deep inside of you, nearly petting your cervix with his fingertips, and you’re about to lose it. Your eyes flutter shut while your mouth drops open. You’re dripping in more than one way. At one end, tears drip down your face as you beg him to forgive you. Beg him to let you cum. At the other end, your pussy is dripping onto his palm, running down to his wrist. You’re so fucking close. But not yet. Daddy hasn’t said you can cum.

You look into Henry’s eyes again, trying to communicate how sorry you are. He quirks the side of his mouth up quickly before pulling his fingers almost all the way out and pausing for a second. Then, he launches an all out assault. His fingers piston in and out of you, pressure placed upwards on that spongey spot he knows so well with a back and forth motion. You don’t know how much longer you can stave off your orgasm at this point.

“Daddy, please Daddy, I’m so sorry. Please. I’m so sorry, please, please letmecumletmecumletmecumFUCK!”

“Cum!”

Once he gives you permission, all hell breaks loose. Your body is shuddering, your wrists and ankles bouncing against each other and clanging the clasps against the D rings as you try to release the havoc in your body that your orgasm has caused. Your open mouth let’s out a short, shrill scream, and your pussy releases a shower of fluid onto Henry’s fingers, wrist, and forearm.

As you twitch and come down from your high, he pulls his body back, releasing the weight that was keeping you steady, as well as removing his fingers from inside of you. You’re still laying there, barely paying attention to him because you’re a panting mess of liquid limbs at this point. He looks down at you and smiles.

“You really are so good for me. My sweet girl. Even when you act up, I know you’ll always...cum to your senses eventually.” He brushes hair out of you face that had been clinging because of your tears and sweat.

“Now, what do you say?” You look up, giving him your sweetest smile, and say, “thank you, Daddy.”

He leans down again, putting weight on the bar and making your knees and arms collapse inward, to kiss you. It’s the first time he’s kissed you all day, and you’re savoring the moment. You move your lips slowly against his, opening up a little more as times goes on and you move to brush his tongue with yours. As soon as he feels it, he removes his lips and stands up at full height. He reaches up and pulls his sweater up over his head, and then removes his white undershirt as well. You can’t help but run your gaze over him—he’s letting his hair grow out a bit, a curl just starting to form. He’s rocking a five o’clock shadow as well since he doesn’t have anywhere to be, and he’s in between roles right now, so he’s thick, but still muscular. Just how you prefer him.

Henry reaches down and undoes his pants methodically, first the belt, then the button, then the fly. While he does whip the belt out of the loops and lets it clatter to the floor, he doesn’t shuck his jeans and briefs off entirely. He simply hooks his thumbs under the band of both at once and pulls them down to mid-thigh. It’s enough to give you a peek at his cock from your twisted position though, and you can see that he’s obviously enjoying this as much as you are. He takes a step back from you and reaches down with his left hand to grasp his cock. He slides his hand up and down slowly, pulling the foreskin back on the down slide to expose the deliciously red head of his cock. You want your mouth on it. You want it down your throat, or, at least as much of it as you can take. He’s too big for you to deepthroat the entire thing. But that will have to wait until the next time.

Henry removes his hand and holds his palm up to his mouth. He spits into his hand and reaches back down to coat his dick. “Are you ready for Daddy, sweetheart?” You nod your head and whine. He gently smacks the outside of your right thigh and murmurs “Patience.”

He looks down at you again and then bends his knees while grabbing your hips and pulls you back down to the edge of the bed, your ass nearly hanging off, the only thing keeping you on the bed is the way your weight shifts towards the top of your back with your ankles bound in that direction. Once he’s satisfied, he grabs his cock and brings it up to your pussy. He looks you in the eye while smacking the tip against your clit-you can head the lewd sound it makes with each strike as he hits your wetness. “Daddy, please. Please fuck me.” Your voice catches in your throat as you speak, a clear sign that you’re distressed.

With that, Henry looks back down at where his cock is gliding over your pussy, spits on them, and promptly pushes his cock into you fully without stopping to give you time to adjust. His hips meet your ass, and for what must be the millionth time, you’re in awe of how the hell your body manages to take all of him in you. You’d been scared the first time you’d seen his dick, legitimately concerned that it wouldn’t fit inside you.

Henry bottoms out in you, hips meeting where your ass meets your thighs and resting there. He’s still looking down at where you are joined, where you’re stretched around his dick, providing him with just the right amount of wetness and pressure to send him tumbling over the metaphorical edge if he doesn’t keep it together.

He places both hands on the bar and starts to roll his hips, effectively withdrawing and pushing back into your warmth at an even pace. You close your eyes and moan, “Oh god, yes Daddy. Feel so good,” while savoring each thrust back into your dripping cunt.

“Yes, sweetheart. Look so good like this, tied up and taking my cock, taking everything I give you. You’re so good to me.” He speeds up then, leaning forward onto the bar and starting to piston his hips. He’s grunting, focused on getting you off but also enjoying himself in the process. You’re sensitive from the first orgasm, and you’re quickly building up to another one. He’s not unaware of this, judging by the sounds of your cries the faster he goes. He’s testing you, see if you’ll disobey him and cum without permission just after he’s showered you in praise. You start shifting your hips upward to try and meet him, your mouth opening, getting ready to start begging again for him to let you cum. You’re so close. So fucking close. It doesn’t take much for Daddy to wind you up, to beg him for release. Your tongue snakes out to wet your lips, your lips curling inward to form the P in your next uttered word— “Not yet.”

With that, he lets go of the bar and yanks his dick out of you, taking a step back. You clench around nothing; you were so close. You’re in a daze as he formulates the next shape to form your body into. He steps back up to you and unclips your wrists from your ankles, encouraging you to reach above your head and stretch your arms out, releasing the tension that had built in your muscles from both your mounting orgasm, and remaining in the same position for so long. Next, he unclips the bar from between your ankles and tosses it to the ground. Your limbs fall to your sides, absolutely liquid. He grabs your by your waist and rolls you to your left, heaving you up the bed slightly as well in the process The bed’s a California King, so you still have a mass expanse on either side on you. You’re face down, knees scraping the soft edge of the bed. He completely unbuckles the forgotten ball gag from around your head, making it easier for you to push your face into the fresh, white duvet. The duvet that will surely be streaked with black mascara marks in just a few seconds.

“Hands behind your back, sweetheart.” You do as your told, moving slowly to bring your wrists to the small of your back. He climbs onto the bed to straddle your ass and clips your wrists together while muttering, “Good girl. Such a good slut for me, hm? Just wanna make your Daddy happy. You’d do whatever I told you to do, wouldn’t you?”

You go to lift your head from the bed, ready to answer Henry, when suddenly you feel what must be spit land onto your pussy, and then he’s pushing into you from behind.

You scream.

He’s got your legs pinned together behind his his large, muscular thighs. It makes your channel impossibly tighter, and if he hadn’t already had his cock in your stretching you out, he surely wouldn’t have been able to fit in this position. The friction is incredible for both of you, the confirmation of it voiced in the moans you both let out as soon as he bottoms out. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust or steel yourself against his onslaught. He just goes for it. He’s panting, putting his back into it. You can tell he’s trying to get you to break, testing your nerves. Testing your devotion to him, to being his little slut, his princess, his good girl.

He leans down, lower abdomen pushed against your hands, and you scratch your nails against the trail of hair there, giving yourself something to focus on besides the overwhelming need to cum. “Daddy...Daddy, please. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” It’s the only thing you can get out of your mouth at this point is some form of calling out to him and begging him to pound you into oblivion.

He turns his head to nuzzle you, biting your earlobe before whispering, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Go ahead. You can cum, Daddy wants you to cum for him.” Your fingers curl and pull at the hair on him that you’re still scratching, your hips locking up on his next thrust in and then you feel the trap door fall out from underneath you. You black out for a few seconds; you can’t hear anything he’s saying to you or your own high pitched whines and pants. You can’t feel his right hand petting your hip, easing you through it. All you can feel is the molten pleasure as you come, your hips jerking and pushing back into his lap as you spasm around him.

When you finally come back to your senses, you can still hear him muttering a stream of praises into your ear while thrusting even faster and gripping your hip so tightly you’ll surely bruise by tomorrow. Sweat is dripping down from his forehead onto your back. He’s about to lose it.

You turn your head to try and look at him as best you can with his face still smashed against yours. “Come on Daddy, please give it to me. Wanna make you feel so good. Please cum in me.”

Henry roars, hips and breathe stuttering as he empties inside of you, pushing in as deep as he can possibly get. You love this feeling, when he’s finally let go and focusing on his own pleasure instead of yours. You love listening to him. You love him. When his hips finally come to a stop, you feel him let out a laugh against the back of your neck and then slowly withdraw from your vice grip.

He drops and rolls over to your right, landing on his back and smacking his left hand to his pec. You both turn your faces to the right to look at each other, his gaze directed slightly downward to try and make direct eye contact with you. You grin at him. “Henry...could you uncuff me please?”

He yelps, shuffled up quickly to undo the snaps and removes the cuffs on your wrists. You bring them back in front of you, stretching out and rubbing your wrists as he takes the cuffs off of your ankles as well. Once he’s tossed everything on the floor to be picked up later, he crawls back up on the bed, heading towards the pillows at the top. He rests his back against them, and pats his abs while smiling brightly at you. You crawl up to meet him, leaning on your left arm slipping your right leg between his and placing your right hand on his chest to play with the hair there. You lean up, giving him few pecks before settling back down.

“I really am sorry for annoying you earlier. I just...really like being around you.”

“Oh yeah?”, he says in a slightly mocking tone while curling his lips and raising his eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes, pulling the hair on his chest and then giving his left pec a light slap. You lay your head down on his bicep, curling into his side.

“For the record. I really like being around you too. In fact...I love being around you.”

You smile to yourself, and you feel him turn slightly to kiss the top of your head. While you might not be ready to say it out loud yet, you both know that this feeling, whatever it is, maybe it is love, is real. With you, you feel like you’ve won, even when you lose.

[rayassecretlife]

Holy shit.. That Neteyam fic you just blessed us with did unholy things for and to me💕💕💕👀 very good that you got carried away cuz you did hell of a good job 🌚💕

I loved every word of it and every second reading it 🙈💓 If i would be called greedy if i asked you for more of soon-to-be-dad Neteyam 🙇🏻‍♀️ then so be it. More Neteyaaam pleaseee

Ahhhhh thank you so much, I was not expecting the love I’m getting from writing so this means a lot 💙. Im in a smut writing mood so here’s this even tho it doesn’t focus on him being a father but definitely gives you more of an insight on their relationship! I will make a part two to this fulllll of dad moments, I have a lot of ideas for that

Requests are open!!! It won’t let me put the shortcut under my bio but you can request using the circle in the top right corner once on my page 🫶🏼

Such a tease

Pairing: Adult!Neteyam x Fem!Omaticaya!reader

PART 2 HERE

Summary: It had been only two years after you gave birth to your first born, But Neteyam had already started planning your next. Except, you two needed to make it past your 4 year Anniversary first.

Warning(s): smutttt (minors DNI), NETEYAM BEING A TEASE, Mature language, Switch Dom!neteyam, praise kink, semi Public f!ngering, pure filth honestly.

Not proof read, sorry for mistakes!!!!

It was finally the day you’d been waiting for—the day you bragged about to the entire clan for months on end just thinking about it. It was a beautiful day too, the sound of the trees leaf’s blowing through the breeze and the small chirps of birds, most importantly, the faint breathing above you.

You and Neteyam’s 4 year anniversary

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound, gaze meeting the beautiful boy above me who had still been fast asleep.

You smile as you study your mates features, your fingertips tracing lines over his biceps. He always slept in later then you—and luckily, your daughter hadn’t been up yet to interrupt his slumber. Like always, his arms were wrapped around you firmly—even when he was sleeping. He never let you go, waking up everytime you’d try to get out of his grasp at night to do something.

And yes, you heard that right, you and Neteyam had a daughter. Manaia, a beautiful little girl with the longest hair you had ever seen, her appearance favoriting Neteyam’s features much more then yours. She was so sweet and learned pretty quickly just like him, even only being 2.

Usually, she’d be the one to wake the both of you up, but Neteyam almost always took care of her for you, ushering you to stay in bed and telling you he’d handle it. He hated waking up before she was born, wanting to stay in bed all day long instead of working, but now? Now he loved waking up to take care of her and you, making you both breakfast if you slept in. The bond he had with her was so adorable, he’d even let her do his face paint before he went hunting.

You loved how Neteyam was with Naia, how gentle and protective he had been over her. You knew she was going to follow in Neteyam’s footsteps once she grew older, becoming a warrior. You didn’t see the problem with it, but Neteyam always overprotected her, going on and on about how she didn’t need to be a warrior because he’d always protect her.

She’s often sleep between you two at night, both you and her curled up to Neteyam for comfort. Today, it was just you two, because as soon as you ate breakfast, you had to go help Mo’at with the people, and your parents would be taking Naia for the night so you and him could be alone for a night.

You were beyond excited. You hadn’t had a day to yourself in so long due to you and him always working or tending to your daughter, never finding time for each other except for when you slept.

You nuzzled closer to your mate, his warmth making you smile against his chest. You felt him shuffle as you laid your head under his chin, inhaling his forestry scent. You felt so safe, like nothing in the world could touch you as long as he was here.

“Good morning, pretty girl” Your heart thumps against your chest at his voice, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked up, his eyes still closed.

"Ma’Teyam" you whispered just above a breath, reaching up to touch his braids. He was gorgeous—the most handsome boy you had ever seen. “We have to get up soon”

“I think we can spare a few more minutes” He hums, taking hold of the back of your leg to swing it over onto his lap. You laugh at his words, allowing him to sit you in a straddle, hands laid at your hips as you lean down to the boy, pressing your lips to his.

You wished you could have taken the day off to spend with each other, just one day to yourselves without a care in the world—all alone, secluded from everyone. Neteyam loved that idea, having you all to himself for a day? You could do so much, like you had been teenagers again.

He guides your hips against his and you hum against his lips, pulling away once you felt what he was trying to show you. “Neteyam, we can’t” He ignored you, sitting up so you had now been sitting in his lap, against him as he captured your lips in another kiss.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, hands entwined in his hair as his hands roamed your body. It wasn’t even in a sexual way, but you couldn’t think of much else. You moaned against him, a hand laid against his chest. That was it. He had started, and you prayed to Eywa he was gonna finish it.

“Do you want breakfast, Beautiful?” He pulls away but you shake your head, twisting one of his braids between your finger.

“You got me started, Teyam” You whine and his forehead creased at your words, titling his head like he had been studying your face.

“I was just kissing you, baby. I can’t kiss you?” You glared at your mate clearly acting stupid and he kissed your cheek, removing his hands from you. “I’m gonna make breakfast” he pulled you off of him gently, getting out of your hammock.

“Nete-“

“You want fruit? Like usual?” He asks, completely debunking your confusion as he tied his hair up. “Fruit it is” he leaned down to you, giving you a small kiss, “happy anniversary, Pretty girl”

He left you dumbfounded on your shared hammock, not saying anything else or giving you another look before he went on his way. You were so confused, and so very angry. He did not just pull that on your anniversary.

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Time went by during the day while you helped Mo’at with the wounded warriors that came in and out of the tent, having to deal with multiple gashes from the hunting party they had just attended to.

You barely spoke to Neteyam when you left the cave, letting him hand your daughter off to his mother while you made your way to the healers tent. You wore his favorite family appropriate clothing, and his eyes wouldn’t leave your body when you left—even with Mo’at there.

“You take forever” you smacked the boys head making him hiss, Rubbing the spot you hit. “It wasn’t even that serious!” The youngest sully brother exclaimed. He had only been there for five minutes.

“It’s only been five minutes, Lo’ak” You argue, the sound of your name being called cutting him off before he could speak.

“Y/N, look!” Tuk ran into the tent, slowing down when Mo’at yelled at her. “I found so many!” She sat next to you, showing you the many flowers that sat in her hand.

“Their so pretty, Tuk” you ruffled her hair as she started to name them, showing them to you one by one.

“And this is my favorite one!” Tuk giggled, showing you a dark blue flower she had picked and you laughed, continuing to patch Lo’ak’s back. “I can’t wait to have an Ikran, she’s gonna be pink!”

“Tuk, they can’t be pin-ow!” Lo’ak turned to glare at you, a smile appearing across your face as you lifted your foot from his tail. “Would you stop with that!”

A whistle echoed from outside, getting closer to the tent as you continued to listen to Tuk talk about her future ikran. You already knew it was him, his scent giving him away.

“Ah, my baby bro, the mighty warrior” Your mate teased, ruffling his brothers hair. “Weren’t that mighty, huh?” Lo’ak pushed him away from you two, rolling his eyes at Neteyam’s laugh. You avoided contact with your mate, still angry from this morning. “What is it this time, Syulang?”

You ignore him, telling yourself to focus on Lo’ak’s wounds but you couldn’t when Neteyam’s gaze was practically tattooed to your face. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks as he walked toward you, standing above you without saying a word. Eywa, the effect he had on you…

“Okay, your done” you pat the brothers back, standing to your feet to put away the supplies you used on him. You drained the bloody cloth, Neteyam watching your every move very closely, almost amused at your pettiness. The sight of you in that outfit did so many things to him, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t ready to rip it off of you and take you right in that moment.

But Lo’ak must’ve noticed, because he just couldn’t help but ask, “isn’t it your anniversary?” While you stayed silent and to your tasks, Neteyam gave his brother a look, nodding toward the doorway out. “Looks like I’m way more mighty when it comes to relationships” Neteyam hissed at his brother, only making him laugh as he pulled Tuk to leave the tent with him, her little protesting voice making you frown.

You truly didn’t want to talk to him, not here and not now. It wasn’t even that you were mad, you were frustrated and he left you like that. You hummed as you placed a few herbs into one of the small stone bowls, crushing it at the sound of his voice.

“Fair play” His arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed his stomach against your back, his head between your neck watching you crush the herbal mix in your hands. “This outfit, you know what it does to me, don’t you?”

Even though your heart was beating out of your chest, you once again ignored the boy, not daring to show him how jelly he made your legs just by talking. “You can’t stay mad at me forever, baby. It’s our anniversary” your ears flatten against your head as you bite down on your bottom lip, feeling him pull you even closer then before, making it almost impossible not to feel what was between his legs.

“Neteyam, I am working” you dismiss him but he doesn’t care, only chuckling in your ear with a small squeeze to your hips before turning you to face him, a gasp leaving your mouth at the sudden movement.

He grabs the bowl from your hands and places it to the side, wrapping his hand around your throat to pull you closer to him. You looked around, worried Mo’at or another warrior would come walking in at any moment, but he didn’t let you continue.

Your breath catches in your thought as he pulls you up by your thighs, placing you on the cold Ledge that the herbal mix had previously been sitting on. You kept quiet but your body was crying for him to touch you, legs not being able to stay still like they were begging him to touch you.

“Aw, Baby. Your so cute when you beg” he praises, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. It was always so hard to stay mad at Neteyam, he knew you inside and out, making it impossible for you to disregard his presence. His hands traveled your body, slipping his tongue into your mouth before you could.

It wasn’t until you felt his hand enter your loincloth that you pulled away from him, shaking your head as you grabbed his wrist.

“Come on, Syulang. Let’s just act like teenagers again” his free hand cupped the side of your face and he moved closer, your silence being enough for him to resume his actions from before.

He kisses your lips again, a small moan escaping your mouth as you felt his fingers against your core, muffled by his mouth against your own. You tried your hardest to keep your cool but you couldn’t when it came to him, not even for a minute.

“So fucking wet, Baby. You like the idea of someone walking in, don’t you? Someone finding you completely drunk off my touch?” You whined, hands flying to his hair as you felt one of his fingers enter you, curling it against your walls and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “Quiet or they’ll hear you”

“Neteyam” you whimper in his ear, your voice making his eyes squeeze shut. He was trying so hard to compose himself, but your pretty noises and the way you cried his name made it so hard. Thank Eywa the tent’s cloth that covered the entrance had been down, because someone definitely would’ve seen you by now.

“So good for me, baby. My pretty girl, you look so fucking good like this” his forehead pressed against yours as he sunk another finger inside you, watching your expression twist as you tugged on his braids.

“S-someone will hear” you choked lowly as he pumped his fingers into your core, curling them the deepest they could go. You watched him chuckle at your struggle and y ou felt that familiar feeling begin to build up in the pit of your stomach, hand grasping his arm as your head fell back against the wall. “Teyam, I can’t keep quiet..!” You whispered desperately into his ear, biting so hard onto your lip that you were sure you drew blood.

“Shhh, don’t worry about that, pretty girl. They won’t hear a thing” he kisses you and you cry into his mouth, pulling him closer to you. “You know I love you, Syulang”

“Mmm, I love you more” you pull his face back down to you, kissing his lips again. Something felt off, you were on cloud nine just a second ago, but now it felt like you looked stupid, moaning and begging over nothing. You looked down and sure enough, Neteyam had retracted his dripping fingers from your core, a smirk plastered across his face.

“That was fun, but I have to go take care of some things” You stare at the boy, not knowing whether to beg or yell. That stupid smirk on his face made you so angry, and how he looked at you while he sucked his fingers clean from your wetness, he was so fucking evil. “Why the long face? It felt good, didn’t it?”

You were angry, so very angry at your mate as you watched him feel no mercy for you—not even on your anniversary. You pulled your loincloth back into place and hopped off the counter, pushing him away from you. “If you don’t want to make me feel good, I’ll get Kaonu to do it” His once happy face now turned into an angry one, his eyes scanning your body only making him even more mad.

He knew you were just trying to get him mad, but it was working. Kaonu was the only guy who ever tried to get to you after Neteyam stated you were his, not a care in the world you had a mate and it made Neteyam so fucking angry.

You yelped as he pulled you to him by your neck once again, his other hand tugging your hair to make you look up at him. “I know your joking, but go near that Skxawng and I’ll fucking ruin you, got it?” Your knees fell weak at his voice but you kept your pride, staring back at him as he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Y/N? Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Kiri entered the tent as you both looked over, a warrior walking in behind her. “I need you to patch this one up, it’s pretty bad”

Neteyam kissed the top of your head, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I’ll see you tonight, Ma’Tìyawn” you watched him leave the tent with a stone cold expression, Kiri looking between you two with confusion.

“Okaaayy… I’m gonna go now” You nod your head, snapping out of your thoughts once she left and the boy sat on the ground. Oh Eywa, how you were going to kill your mate.

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“Y/N, I can’t let you take him, my grandmother said-“

“I don’t care, Kiri. I can take him, you go home” you cut her off, finishing up the last patch on the man in front of you. “Okay, your all good” You told the man, dropping the cloth into the bucket as he thanked you, leaving the now semi dark tent. It was late, but there was one more warrior left and you wanted to help. You were still mad at neteyam, and dreaded going home any time soon.

Kiri left after realizing she couldn’t win that argument, going to help Mo’at in her own tent. You heard the footsteps approach your tent and you called, telling them you’d be with them in just a minute.

“Y/N” Your stomach churned at the voice and you turn around, watching him walk through with a nervous laugh. “You uh… you look great”

Oh great mother, it was kaonu, and you prayed that Neteyam wasn’t on his way to pick you up. You smile at the man, walking toward him with a new bucket and ushering him to sit. Kaonu wasn’t a bad guy, he just didn’t have boundaries, and you knew If neteyam found out you were helping him after your talk, he’d be more than angry.

“How have you been?” You ask the male and he shrugs, watching as you wipe his bleeding arm off. “Are you still seeing Jhanua?” He shakes his head and silently tense, his eyes were on you so hard, and it made you slightly uncomfortable.

“Where’s Neteyam?”

“Kaonu, don’t start this, please” you sigh and he chuckles, shaking his head at your words. “He is your Ole’Eyktan, I am your Tsahìk and you need to respect that”

“How can I respect it when my Ole’Eyktan is mated to the most beautiful girl in the clan?” You glare at him, now he’d pissed you off. “He’s doesn’t deserve you”

“Stop talking before I hurt you even more, Kaonu” You patched his wounds, ignoring his next words just trying to get this over and done with. It wasn’t until you heard the voice outside the tent that your ears perked. “Shit”

You placed the bandages over his arm quickly, trying your hardest to finish before you were caught, but you should’ve known it was too late. By the time you were done, Neteyam was walking through the tents entrance, the smile on his face instantly fading once he locked eyes with the situation in front of him.

“Neteyam-“

“Speak of the devil” Kaonu mumbled under his breath before he stood to his feet after you, turning to give you a smile. “Great seeing you, Y/N” you looked down as he chuckled, making his way out of the tent with his head held high before stopping next to neteyam. “Happy anniversary by the way”

You didn’t move, afraid of what your mate had to say. You knew you shouldn’t have took that last warrior. You should have listened to kiri.

“My Sweet girl” He chuckled, but before you could look up, he was already gripping your arm, pulling you to him. “Let’s go” his voice was mean and his look was meaner. He didn’t understand how this even happened, he specifically told the healers you were not aloud to help him, even in an emergency.

So how the hell did he get into your tent?

“Neteyam, I promise I was just patching him up” you plead as you left the tent and headed to where his ikran sat, running your hands along its back before getting on. Neteyam enclosed your small frame between the two of them, kissing your head in attempt to sooth your nerves.

Great mother, what did you get yourself into…

Im so sorry guys but my keyboard is glitching like crazy so I have to make a part 2 💀. It is a SMUT so just a fair warning, link here: PART TWO

[7darkshadows]

bts fic recs: part four

heavy smut - pwp, pure filth, one way ticket to hell lmao

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note: reader/oc is female and uses she/her pronouns

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devil!jjk x reader (mc's parents are too *protective* so she rebels ;))

Nephalem

demon!jjk x angel!reader (established relationship, daughter of gabriel & son of lucifer)

Hotter Than Hell (series) 🌹

fallenlucifer!jjk x reader (e2l – the tensionnn, it's ongoing still waiting for the final chapter!!)

L'amour fou 🌹

serialkiller!jjk x psychiatrist!oc (oc named iris, thriller!au, very yandere jk – VERY WELL WRITTEN IT SHOULD BE PUBLISHED LIKEE, the whole concept is crazy and sick obviously perfect for psychothriller, got goosebumps)

Raven Unit (series)

jjk x reader (political!au, taskforce!au, jjk was assigned to protect the daughter of the president mc)

Ride or Die (ongoing drabble series) 🌹

mafia!jjk x reader ft. knj (mafia!au, exes!au angst – warning: drug usage, toxic relationship, kindaaa yandere-ish? behavior ig)

Broken Codes (ongoing series) 🌹

mafia!jjk x mafia!reader (mafia!au, e2l, one night stand – im a sucker for mafia aus especially when oc is also a baddie)

Flesh and Blood (series)🌹

zombie!jjk x reader (sci-fi, post-apocalyptic, crack lmao bff joon is hilarious – inspired by warm bodies!! i fucking love that movie)

Love Lockdown (ongoing series) 🌹

myg x reader (zombie apocalypse!au, E2L YESSS, my new fav ongoing fic)

Wasteland, baby! 🌹

myg x reader (post-apocalyptic!au, depression – angsty i actually cried i really recommend listening to the song(by hozier with the same title) while reading)

Wanderlust 🌹

writer!myg x reader (angst, fluff, strangers2lover – traveling together with yoongi and it's just very wholesome)

No choice (next to you)

fratboy!myg x reader (college!au, neighbors!au, frat party, fluff, angst bc they're both idiots – i feel like I've sinned enough that day i had to take a break from all that smutty shit💀 this cute romcom is perfect it cleansed my soul)

Shades of Wrong

slytherin!pjm x gryffindor!reader (hogwarts!au, e2l, quidditch – of course jimin is the slytherinest slytherin)

poly/multi

Getting Back into the Swing of Things (series)

ot7 x reader (FLUFF, rich ceo bts, bangtan are boyfriends, mc is joon's ex – they all fell in love yey)

drabbles/imagines/established relationship

in the soop | collection - jjk

again most of them are jungkook fics🙈

[asteriismos]

planning fics w eleanor....

these r my ideas. lmk if you want your request to have it's own fic but i may be mushing some ideas together tbh. there are literally over ten fics....... which is why i closed requests...............

for the umbrella academy.

closer series (pt3 on the way, maybe a 5 part series?)

cherry waves pt2

fic based off of "Wow, It’s been forever since I’ve been here, I used to be 🃏 anon! Can I please request Ben Hargreeves smut set during Luther and Sloane’s wedding? Like, they’ve disliked each other the whole time but decide to say fuck it and get together cause the worlds ending😭" and mixing it w "Hello. I love the closer smut. And with that would be grateful if u could write for sparrow Ben x reader where the reader is stressed and honestly exhausted and ben just fucks them to relaxation. Hehe thank u <3"

fic based off of "Can you make a smut ff where sparrow Ben gets jealous cause the reader is flirting with someone else👀? If that's alright with you ofc^^" and mixed w "idk if you're taking request rn but if you are could you maybe write ben smut where he uses his tentacles to choke you? I really like your writing!" and mixing it w "Hii!! Could I request for Sparrow! Ben x Umbrella! Reader where he had y/n back in his arms, he had no intention of letting her go again which meant fighting off the umbrella academy in order to keep her all to himself. Thankuu 🥰" and "hi <3 can you do a sparrow!ben smut where he sees that Marcus likes you and takes it upon himself to steal you from number one please ? ty !! (pls include lots of brat behaviour if you can !! and some like ‘use ur fucking words’ type stuff thank youuu <3)" AND "Hi, I loved your Ben smut so much it sent me blushing😍😍. Was wondering if you'd write another Sparrow Ben x Umbrella smut but with him using his powers and honestly just pure filth and angry sex idk I'm weak for Ben😫😫😫"

fic based off of "Five x female reader, Soulmate au, Rivals to lovers, Where reader has similar powers to him and is also traveling in time ? Fluff plz"

for it

a fic based off of "hey hey! i was just wondering if i could request a fic based off of call your girlfriend by robyn? with either richie tozier or steve harrington? thank you x"

a fic based off of "hii !! would you write something with a trans ftm reader ? something with eddie or stanley ? :]"

a fic based off of "hi hi! it’s so good to see you active on here again! your account is so pretty and your writing is amazing! when you get the chance do you think you could do a stan uris x reader where him and the reader are secretly dating (i’m such a whore for the secret dating trope) and have been for about 4 or so months and one night stan is over at yn’s house and they’re probably mid makeout or smth and the other losers show up unannounced and she tells stan to hide and someone finds him? sorry if it’s too specific lol thank u vv much! :)"

a fic based off of "heyy im sorry to bother you but could you write a bill denbrough smut where they at first have like phonesex/sexting and never really talk together at school, but then they decide to have a sleepover for the first time because readers parents are like out off town and things escalate and they do it in the shower and bed? oh and he keeps praising and degrading the reader<3 i literally envy ur work ur so talented"

a fic for "hey :) could you write a bill denbrough smut with mirror sex and degrading?"

for stranger things.

a fic based off of "Hey love! I was just wondering if you could write a Steve Harrington smut that includes a lot of praise, thigh riding & orgasm control/denial? Thank you x"

i think these are all the requests ive gotten...........lol

[puppyluvfics]

NSFW Alphabet | Kim Jungsu

Kim Jungsu | WC: 1.4k Genre: smut Summary: nsfw alphabet game thing Warnings: this is just. PURE filth. I'm sorry. (No im not). NOT proofread, just straight up rambles. A/N: X is excluded bc i will Not be writing about him in that kind of detail <3 Thank u anonie for requesting this one <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he would be really giggly afterwards, but still really caring, y’know? He’d need a minute to lay there and pant and breathe and giggle with you, praising you and saying things like “I don’t understand how it gets better every time” and just breathlessly saying “wow” before he’d roll over and smother your face in kisses.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Okay hear me out. The butterfly tattoo photos keep me up at night thinking about how much he would love to have his neck marked up and how he’d be so proud to see that… not that it’s his favorite part about him, but it would easily become his favorite when he’d see the hickeys you left.

As for his partner, I think he would fall in love with anything he could just grab at… thighs, stomach, love handles, your chest, literally anything he can grab and hold onto… OR BITE??? Yeah. Yeah…. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

And if I say he loves backshots, then what? Getting right to the edge and then making a mess all over your back, grabbing onto your hips to hold you steady while he lets go? Yeah… yeah. 

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

So I said biting right? I don’t know if it’s a secret, per se, but I think he would love to leave bite marks on you that would be at least partially visible when you go out, like biting your shoulder before you’d go out wearing a big tee shirt so if it slid over, anyone could see the mark… possessive boy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

On a scale of 1 - 10, I wanna give him like a 5… I feel like he knows his way around pleasure and knows how to make you both feel good, but he hasn’t really ventured into kink, yknow? But I do think he’s a very good listener so if you asked him to adjust something or do it a certain way you like, he would in a heartbeat.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy or Cowgirl, for sure. Doggy because of the backshots and ability to grab at you, but cowgirl because he could just reach up and grab at you and watch you feel good, almost using him, but not really, yknow? AND THEN??? Cowgirl but he’d pull your down onto his chest and grab at your ass so he could take control… yeah…

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I know I said he’s giggly afterwards, but I don’t think he would be during. It’s not some big serious thing where it has to be the right moment and he has to make it super sweet, but he is not fucking around when it comes to fucking you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not going into detail but I think he’s somewhere between trimmed and all natural… like in a constant state of 2-3 months after shaving, yknow?

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

This isn’t to say he isn’t a romantic, because he absolutely is… just not really in the bedroom. Of course, he’d make sure you were okay and feeling good, but it’s almost always rough and hard and intense.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)

Looks around. Taps the mic. He would jack off with your panties, especially if you were apart for a while, he’d miss you that much that just the thought of you and that small piece of fabric in his fist would get him over the edge…. And then of course, he’d return them and pretend nothing happened :)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly? I don’t think he’s much of a kinkster… if anything, marking, but that’s less of a kink more than it is just him being possessive and needy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere private, but not necessarily at home, yknow? Like if you were the only two people at a movie, he’d put his hand between your legs and tease you the entire time… and car sex? He’d never say no to the idea of it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’s easy to tease, we all know that. But I think the idea of you teasing him in any capacity, sexual or otherwise, would get him going, because he knows he can take control of you and have you on your knees in 2 seconds if he wanted… that cat and mouse dynamic really is something.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

There’s a very distinct line between rough and intense and genuinely hurting you… he wouldn’t be into choking or slapping you in the face, at all

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s not against giving, because he could grab at and bite on your inner thighs, but he’d like receiving more. After a long and stressful day, if he saw you drop to your knees and offer to suck the stress out of him, he’d be in bliss. Just the fact he could tangle his fingers in your hair and watch you worship his cock would mean everything to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Y’all already know - hard, rough, fast, intense.

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

He’d be down if you were… it would still be intense and passionate, but if he needed to blow off a little bit of steam and you were willing, he’d absolutely bend you over the couch or the table or counter and have at it.

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

I wanna say no. He doesn’t seem the type to want to venture into kinks, even basic ones. He likes control, sure, but you have a good dynamic - don’t fix it if it ain’t broke.

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

Oh now see…. He is absolutely the type to come twice. Not back to back, but he’d come once and still need you so badly that he’d take a bit to recuperate, using that time to get you off a time or two before needing to be inside you again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not anti-toy, he just likes to be the only one making you feel good, and he’s shameless, you feel better around him than any toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

GOD HES THE TEASE. Grinding against you when you’re cuddling, grabbing at you and whispering “mine”, lazily running his fingers up and down your body acting like it’s all innocent…

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

Soft grunts and moans, lots of heavy breathing, without a doubt. He’s never going to be screaming, but growling in your ear, reminding you that your his, low little exclamations like “fuck” and “take it”

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

This is so out of the blue, but I can’t stop thinking about how if you’d ask to cockwarm him while you were at home watching a movie or tv… he’d be into it but he’d lose control so fast, reaching around to tease you and saying things about how he can’t help that you’re so tight around him that it makes him need to fuck you.

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

He can take no for an answer and be okay with it for sure, but if you’re down, 5/7 days a week, one of you is going to come. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Immediately after aftercare, for sure. Once he knew you were okay and feeling good and you didn’t need anything other than him by your side, he’d be out like a light, some part of him still touching you, either his arm around your waist, his hand in your hair or his leg wrapped around yours. 

[rllymilerlly]

49 and 50 with whatever you want!

Writing prompts

“Im too sober for this”/ “Oh god, I need a drink”

I got a lil carried away with this and DIDNT know how to end it because I just wanted to keep going and still do so I’m sorry.

For some context this set in my lil college au that I use for most of my stuff with them u_u

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Gaz would say she was used to Zim and Dibs quirks. After knowing Dib all her life and Zim for over half she has had to adapt to the wacky shit they put her through. And when Dib and Zim decided to get an apartment together in college, she knew she was going to have to always mentally prepare herself for whatever hellscape awaits her inside when she came over.

However, one day after an extremely long art critique in class, all she wanted was to come over to their place and complain about it. They’d comfort her in their own unique ways, make her feel like not a complete failure like her professor did. Maybe they’d even take her out for some pizza as compensation for her shitty day. She was so caught up in her own frustrations, she didn’t mentally prep for the sights she could possibly see. So, when she entered the apartment she wasn’t ready to witness her boyfriend in his high school prom dress doing some sort of weird shimmy with her brother in front of the TV with “Promiscuous” blasting from the speakers.

“I’m too sober for this,” was all she could say at the sight. The boys both turned at the sound of her voice.

“Oh, hey Gaz!” they said simultaneously, flashing a smile, before immediately turning their eyes back to the screen.

“What the hell are you guys even doing?” Gaz asked as she started heading to their kitchen. Honestly, she has walked in on crazier shit. This wouldn’t even come close to breaking the top 20 list. But after the long mid term week she’s had, she was just hoping for a semi-normal night. Though, she should’ve known that was going to be a lost cause with these two. Maybe she should have just called Zita or someone instead of coming here.

“-and then of course Zim took that as a personal challenge. And now we have been playing Just Dance for the past 3 hours.” Dib rambled on slightly out of breath, not realizing his sister wasn’t fully paying attention.

“Hey! Watch your arms, space bug!” He yelled as Zim slid in front him almost hitting his face.

“Wouldn’t have to if you were paying attention Dib-Shit” Zim mocked.

“Zim why are you in your old prom outfit?” Gaz asked before Dib could retaliate. Zim’s antennae perked up at her voice.

“I put it on to coordinate with the first simulation. But Dib refused to let me change again in an attempt to hinder my MAXIMUM performance,” he started to laugh, “A foolish move on his part. I’ve been kicking his ass in heels since he was a smeet.”

“Oh my God, no. That is not why. I just didn’t want to wait forever for you to change in between every song. Matching with the characters doesn’t ACTUALLY help improve your score, moron.”

“Psh of course you think that, human” Zim rolled his eyes as he dramatically paused. “WHAT?! Zim totally hit that move! See Dib your stupid box can’t recognize Zim’s body movements perfectly because my attire is not accurate! The scores are going to be all off!“

“Oh my God, I need a drink.” Dib sighed ignoring Zim’s theatrics. He glanced over at his sister, who was pouring herself a shot. “Hey Gaz think you can pour me one too?”

“You mean to tell me you’ve been dancing for 3 hours sober?” She questioned as she poured him a glass.

“Bleh I don’t see how humans can drink that filth,” Zim gagged.

“Says the alien that eats nothing but pure sugar” Dib replied as he walked away from the game.

“Hey! The songs not finished ye-“

“You win, space lizard, congrats” Dib interrupted.

“Well of course I did!” Zim gloated, satisfied with his victory. He joined the Membranes in their tiny semi-messy (thanks Gir) kitchen.

“Hello Gus,” Zim said as he gave her a swift peck on the cheek, following more of his typical “normal partner” welcoming routine now that he could give her his full attention. Gaz smiled slightly at the dumb nickname.

“Hi Zim” she replied. She handed Dib a shot. They clinked their glasses and downed them.

“I’m sorry you had to witness us dancing,” Dib said, wiping his mouth.

“I’m not! I’m a great dancer!” Zim said. He gloved up his hands to start tidying up the mess Gir left.

“Oh hey! How was your critique today?” Dib asked, ignoring his roommate.

Gaz sighed, “I’m going to need another drink first.”

[cottoncandyjester]

Hey guys im sorry I haven't been posting, honestly tumblr is making it hard to. every single story I write tumblr crashes then deletes it so it's been HIGHLY frustrating...guess I need to invest in a laptop or a better phone

Sorry this was so long I always want the boys' back stories to be only 2 parts

This story contains: death, torture, abuse, toxic relationships, murder, violent themes

"you're too soft! They are sinners theodore why are you being so damn sensitive"

Theo winced at the punch his father landed which caused him to stumble back his back hitting the table which held their latest victim, a young woman that theo cleaned up and dressed in his mother's clothes, he didn't like the sight of her all bloody and mangled it made his heart sting.

Theo never helped to Kill any of these women, only cleaned them up and made sure they looked beautiful in death it was his way if asking for forgiveness.

When he was ten he idolized his father but it's been two years since he caught his father and been training under him to take his place and all that love vanished he found himself feeling nothing but hate and disgust for his father, what made matters worse was the fact that his mother had to take half the brunt of his father's anger.

"I won't do this anymore, you're wrong. Women aren't devils, mother is an angel and I wont hurt her"

Theo's harsh remark earned him yet another punch in the face this one knocking him down as he spat out blood the metallic taste making him sick to his stomach.

"you're a damn fool boy, I'll make you see her filth"

With that his father left him in the attic to starve for the night which was always a common occurrence. As he laid back on the floor the boy let out a dry chuckle.

"Just a little more...then you'll be the one burning in hell father"

Theodore felt everything go black and it wasn't long until he had passed out soon waking back up in bed with his mother caring for his wounds. He could smell her sweet perfume and hear her soft humming, something about those things made his heart flutter in the purest of ways.

"you should be careful theo, you know making him angrier will only result in pain"

"it's okay, we'll leave together one day..just me and you.."

There was silence after that and for a while things were okay, the family was quiet during dinner and once it got late theo figured his father would have went to bed forgiving him for his outburst in the morning.

Theo woke to the sound of two metal objects clashing together, the sound was enough to stir him awake though when he tried to move he realized he was tied up against a chair. That clashing noise he heard was his father sharpening a few knives, the sight made theo's blood run Cold.

"f-father?"

"god told abraham to kill his son, and abraham was about to do it like a loyal sheep. God will make you do awful things theodore and as a man we must do them"

Theo frantically struggled against the ropes binding him only feeling more and more stressed as his father stepped closer and closer thing soft steps of his shoes making theo feel like he had to puke.

What's going to happen to me?

Am I going to die?

Theo felt his father press the tip of the blade pressed softly against his forehead on the left side of his face, the cool metal only brought theo to reality more, his father was going to kill him cause god said so.

"i-i know we are nothing alike but please-"

"we are absolutely nothing alike! You are exactly like your mother a sissy little housewife! You were never going to be a good man or husband! When I asked God for a son I thought he would send me one I could be proud of!"

Rage fuelled theo, he wasnt sure why but something about what his father said made him want to scream, his father was wrong... absolutely wrong.

"I'll be a perfect husband, and a better Father than you"

As soon as he said those words theo felt the sharp pain of his father pushing the blade into his skin earning a sharp inhale of breath trying not to show too much weakness. Theo kept thinking about his mother and how in a way he was protecting her, their goal were to run away safely together.

"we might have one thing in common theodore, you have a devil in you just like me..it's time to show you just how tainted you are"

With that theo felt a harsh intense pain as his father dragged his blade along the boy's face earning screams coming from him as he thrashed and tried kicking but his father pressed his knee onto the boy's legs now carving his skin off in such a slow and unbearable way that it was driving theo crazy

"accept your sins theodore! This is your punishment for being unloyal!"

Theodore couldn't stop screaming as the knife raked down his face roughly cutting a large chunk of his skin clean off, the pain was so great he was close to fainting but his father came prepared and injected him with an adrenaline shot.

"p-please f-father please please please..."

Theodore at this point didnt know what he was begging for, maybe death? The overwhelming taste and smell of his own blood was making him sick and not to mention there was a lot of blood pouring down his face.

I'm dying.. god has forsaken me

"may you be reborn as a perfect child next time"

Theo kept his head down but felt a soft kiss on his head before hearing footsteps walk away from him before the door to the attic closed, his father left him to die!

Theo swayed side to side hoping to get free, if he could just get to his father's desk and grab a knife though without his glasses seeing things far away was near impossible though he could see the shape of the desk.

"mother needs me, I can't die.."

Theo grunted in pain as he fell forward which wasn't his plan but he'll take it, with every fiber of his being he crawled and scooted along the ground towards the desk before seeing a knife handle over the edge of the desk. Thankfully his legs were tied just his arms so with some embarrassing attempts to stand of even kneel before turning around to grab the knife with his hand.

Before he could cut himself free he heard banging on the attic door before a crash, the sound was enough to startle him into cutting the palm of his hand and dropping the knife

"argh! I-it hurts!"

Soon the attic door opened and rushing towards him was his loving mother, her frantic questions and worrying about him made him feel far better especially when she untied him from the chair.

"I'm leaving tonight theo, my fiancee is waiting for me outside"

"t-then let's go mother! Now is the perfect time to go!"

There was a tense silence after that as theo felt his mother bandage his wound up, his mother was hiding something and he didn't like it.

"w-we have a little girl and he's very protective of her and well with how your face looks now you'll scare her and I don't want to bring any baggage from my pa-"

Theodore felt as if his head was spinning, what was she saying? He did everything for her he almost died for this woman and she saw him as baggage to toss away before going to her new family.

"y-you're going to leave me here? J-just like that?! I protected you from him! I made sure he never hurt you! Were you ever going to bring me with you?!"

"keep your voice down theo, please calm down you're scaring me-"

"I'm scaring you?! I'm the one scaring you?! How could you?! I'm your child! I love you!"

He watched his mother look down shamefully and slowly back away clearly afraid of what will her next words do to him. Theodore was feeling a little unstable at the moment, his own mother just betrayed him can he truly trust no one in his life?

"your eyes just...look just like him. I can't theo I'm so sorry I can't it's too painful for me.. you're too much like him"

That was the thing that broke theo all together, it was like his brain just snapped and no clear thought came just pure anger and pain. How could she think that?! Theo thought he was nothing like his father absolutely nothing!

"no! I'm nothing like him! Nothing! He's abusive and a horrible man how could you say that!? I thought you loved me but you're just like him-yeah you're like him not me! I'm pure! A good person"

Theo couldn't stop himself, before he knew it he had grabbed the knife he dropped earlier, the large blade held tightly in his hand and scaring the one person he thought he can trust.

"w-why do you want to leave me? You're just embarrassed of me..you don't want me around cause you hate me"

"no no no baby I love you I just-"

Theo swung the knife slashing his mother's arm, hearing her cry out in pain made him only smile as he gazed at her fearful expression. His sense of reason was vanished and all he wanted now was to show everyone how much they hurt him

"maybe if you were a better mother I wouldn't have gotten hurt all the time, maybe if you weren't too busy being a good wife instead of a good mother I wouldn't be in such pain!"

"t-theo please I just-"

"why couldn't I just have a normal family?! I prayed for one! So why!?"

Theo slashed at his mother again and again over and over sloppily slashing at her without caring about where he aimed. He was far more focused on releasing all this pain and betrayal he felt

"why doesn't anyone want me?! Why don't you want me! I want you so what's wrong with me?! Why am I so broken?!"

Theo ignored the sobs and begging for her to stop, they were not processing clear enough to him he just wanted to hurt them to hurt them in ways they hurt him. Her thrashing soon stopped but it wasnt enough for theo, he moved ontop of her now raising the blade and slamming it down inside her chest his eyes glossed over as he did so.

"I'm not like him, I'm nothing like him! I'll be a good father! A good husband! I'll never abandon my family! Never! Never ! Never!"

The knife slipped I his hand and when he tried to catch it he grazed his hand before hearing the knife clatter onto the ground, theo panted heavily before looking at his hands seeing hands were lightly bruised from gripping the knife so hard, he then looked down at his mother and her horror stuck face.

"look at what father did, I told you we should have left before...it's okay I'll protect you"

Theo reached out taking the scarf his mother wore before putting it on himself before pressing it to his nose and taking a deep inhale, the sweet scent gave him shivers.

The sight of his dead mother made the boy tear up but he honestly didn't realize he was the one who had did such a thing, it was something he refused to accept. Now gripping the knife he once had before he creeped down the attic stairs each step more and more anxiety fuelling, from the quiet sounds it seemed like his father was asleep.

Theo had never acted out so violently than when he saw his father sleeping soundly in bed, once again much like before he had completely snapped now walking over and plunging the knife deep into his father's side earning a painted grunt along with his father's eyes to snap open

This caused theo to panic and he did the first thing he could think of which was to bite his victim's ear using that time to shove the blade into his father's chest before biting his ear off and spitting it onto the ground in a feral snarling mess.

"t-there's your demon... y-you're just like me"

"I'm nothing like you! Nothing!"

Theo gripped the knife blade shoving it deeper til it became stuck and his father stopped breathing, what struck theo as odd was the lack of struggling..didn't his father want to live? That escaped his mind as he tried wiggling the blade out of the corpse only to whine lightly at how stuck it was

"heavy, too heavy"

Theodore decided his next plan was to change out of his bloody clothes except for his scarf of course and to turn on the gas stove as high it can possibly go, he used his bedroom window to escape since his mother's boytoy was still waiting for her outside.

One match, it took one match to burn the place down starting the fire in his bedroom and letting it spread. A few minutes after theo jumped out the window the house roared to live now completely on fire.

Theodore only 12 years old had killed his parents and burned the place down, he had no one else to turn to no family or anything so he turned to his local church. They sent him to a boarding school where he grew up and found a passion for medicine as well as helping others.

His dark past always haunted him, he was known as the boy whose family died horrible deaths. There were always rumors about what happened that night some say that his father killed everyone before burning the place and stabbing himself others think that his mother's lover killed them all in an angry rage. Theo would always just shrug and laugh it off thanking God that he's alive

Those dark desires of having a family only grew as he grew older, it became a twisted obsession that festered stronger and stronger by the time he was 18 he was already waiting for marriage..after all a good husband waits for the perfect bride.

"theo? Hey theo? Hello earth to theo?"

Theodore snapped awake only to see his sweet darling staring at him worriedly, he must have fallen asleep in his office again. Theo simply smiled as he stood from his chair

"what's wrong?"

"well, dinner's ready have a good dream or something?"

Theo chuckled softly before running his fingers through his hair trying to come up with a suitable answer

"just dreaming about the past my angel, though I should focus on the future with you after all the past is the past..."

[shoutogepi]

top 10 posts of 2020

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1. Taking Care Of Their Drunk S/O After A Girls’ Night Out ft. Bakugou and Kirishima: these hcs... man, i usually suck at writing hcs, but these ones?? idk HOW i even did these, bc i’ll reread them even to this day and feel so soft. i know yall are bakuhoes but kiris was my absolute favvvv. ugh, we just stan incredible, loving boyfriends. 

2. Shinsou Says ft. Shinsou: ummmmmmmmm im so surprised this is the top fic?? i mean, not to toot my own horn or anything but this fic did indeed smack. i’ve reread it a lot and at the end im always like... damn me. gj buddy. LOL KIDDING okay but seriously im actually really happy this is my top fic bc i was really proud of how this one came out and honestly, toshi needs more love <3 

3. Red Roses ft. Kirishima: this fic. o man. this was my first (and only, so far 👀) size kink fic and it was also my first attempt at dubcon!! well, if u could even call it that. but anyway, this one was so fun to write. i loveeeeee a big beefy kiri who has a dark side, and ugh the tats and the ponytail?? legs = spread.

4. Jealousy Has Its Perks ft. Todoroki: prob the most self-indulgent fic i have ever written. jealous, dom sho?? pffft hello there sir. and then i had to put in a lil sweetness in the confession at the end cuz yanno... those post-orgasmic feels are too strong. and also i love him. perhaps too much. 

5. my masterlist: LOL IDK WHAT TO SAY ABT THIS?? thanks to all y’all for bookmarking my fic library?? lmao

6. Spring Pollen ft. Hawks: ugh this one... idk man, hawks stans must just be really hungry bc honestly i hate this fic and think it’s so mf badddd

7. “Fuck You!””I Just Might.” (FYIJM) ft. Bakugou: omg this one. one of my first posts i think? still working on the third and final part now, hopefully it will be complete soon <3 it’s really long so it’s taking me a while to finish, sorry for the delay~

8. You Want Me To Call You Baby Girl? ft. Todoroki: my very fist fic for bnha. just pure filth, self-indulging my daddy kink and honestly i hated this fic for a longggg time but recently have come to terms with it being... dare i say it.... alright. LOL

9. Heart of the Storm ft. Todoroki: this one.... this one is probably the most favorite fic of mine that i have ever written. i just... todo was such a gentleman and then so hot. i... i have @lildreamer93 to thank for helping me make this masterpiece, we talked about it endlessly for weeks heheh. it was really fun to write the scene-setting as well, with all the ice and snow... mmm... keep me warm, sho~~

10. Pull Of The Moon ft. Kirishima: so this fic is actually a fic that i had on my old GOT7 blog!! i reread it and was like... damn, i made the main kinda sound like kiri here.... so i took the ball and ran with it, just replaced the names. i have a shameful past with werewolf fics (cough cough wattpad) and this one was another self-indulgent one that i really enjoyed writing!!

thanks to all my readers and friends for supporting me this year. i can’t believe how much this blog has grown and how many great friendships i have because of it. i love you all so much!!! hope this next year treats us all well, here’s to the happiness and friendships that are to come/grow in 2021!

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[numba99]

I’m In Control

Summary: you decide its time you take a lil control in the bedroom Word count: 1.9k it felt a lot longer writing it but okay

Warnings: smut, restraints, honestly pure filth. Also I didn’t proof read im sorry please ignore typos

You sat in you bed, watching your boyfriend, Tyler, play some sports video game. Why he spent his life stressing about sports games, just to come home stressing about fake sports games you never quite understood. But he liked it, so you kept that point yourself. Usually you didn’t really attention, either scrolling through your phone or watching something on your laptop, but today you couldn't keep your eyes off Tyler.

Maybe it was his hair that had hit the perfect level of messy curls, or maybe it was the way he was licking his lip in deep concentration, but something about him today was making him more irresistible than usual. As you watched, a thought you had been playing around with for the past few weeks popped into your mind.

When you and Tyler were in bed, Tyler always took control. It wasn’t really a super aggressive thing by any means, but he liked being in charge. Even when you were on top, it was always him calling the shots. And you didn't mind that, you thought it was sexy how he got more dominant in bed and made everything about you. God knows he was the best sexual partner you’ve ever had, so you couldn’t really complain.

But still, there was a part of you that wanted a taste of being in charge. The thought of bossing him around a little was appealing to you more than you ever thought it would. You weren’t sure if he would be into it, and you were kinda nervous to bring it up. But today, with him looking the way he did, you just needed to say something.

“Hey Tyler,” you said, setting your phone down on the nightstand.

“Yeah babe?” he replied, eyes still glued to the TV.

“I wanna try something,” you replied, trying to formulate the best way to put it.

“What?” 

Might as well be straightforward. “I wanna fuck you.”

That got his attention. He nearly dropped the controller, fumbling to pause the game to look at you. “You wanna what?”

His eyes on you brought a blush to your cheek, suddenly making you feel much more shy. The bit of nerve you built up quickly dissipating. Oh well, you couldn’t  back down now. “I wanna fuck you.”

“As in...”

“As in I want to take charge,” you finished his sentence.

A devilish grin spread across his face, “Alright yeah. That sounds fun.”

“Really?” you asked, expecting at least some sort of push back.

“Why not? Sounds kinda hot if you ask me,” Tyler replied.

“Alright,” you replied, “Get on the bed then.”

Tyler raised a brow at you, “Right now?”

“I mean unless you have something better to do,” you nodded to the video game that was still paused. Tyler quickly shut it off, lying down on the bed next to you.

“Now what master?”

You rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest, “Okay you don’t need to call me that. Just give me a minute.” You hopped up, heading for your closet. This idea you had could potentially be too far, but fuck it why not. You walked to the back corner of the room, where you kept your little stash of sex toys. You dug through the pile, finally finding what you wanted.

“Handcuffs?” Tyler noted as you emerged, swinging the set around your finger. 

“Yeah, you use ‘em on me all the time. I figure it’s my turn to have some fun with them,” you replied nonchalantly. You didn’t want to freak him out and have him think you were gonna go overboard or anything. Of course, if he said no you wouldn't use them, but you really really wanted to. 

“Damn, I kinda like this side of you babe,” Tyler smirked. You couldn't help but beam a little bit. This was working out just as you had hoped.

“Shirt off,” you instructed as you made your way over to him. Tyler complied without hesitation, smiling like an idiot the whole time. You had a feeling he may not be smiling in a little bit.

You took Tyler’s wrists in your hands, pulling them above his head and cuffing them to the bed frame. He wiggled a little, confirming they were locked in place. There was something about him shirtless and constrained, looking up for more that really got you going. And by looks of the tent slowly growing his sweats, he was enjoying it too.

You ran your hands down his body, feeling the curve of his muscles on your fingertips. You’d seen his body countless times, but something about it like this... all laid out for you... it was unbelievably hot. You didn't want to waste any time, stripping off all your clothes except your underwear. He didn’t take his eyes off you - well specifically your boobs - as you slid on top of him, straddling his hips. The handcuffs clinked as Tyler tried to reach forward, as if he already forget he was tied up.

“Can't touch me,” you noted with a small smirk, rocking lightly over his length. Usually when you did this, Tyler would grab your hips and push you down harder on him. Now his only option was lifting his hips up higher, desperately trying to get more friction. You tsked, holding him down. “I don’t think so.”

Tyler let out a little groan, but didn’t protest much beyond that. You stayed like that for awhile, rocking gently against him. It was working you up as much it was working him up. You pressed your lips to his to stifle your own moans, you didn’t wanna show you were so close to losing your composure.

Eventually you couldn’t wait any longer, needing to quell the fire that was burning in your lower stomach. You quickly rid yourself of your underwear, going for Tyler’s next, but then you had an idea. He was going to have to wait a little longer to get off, but there wasn’t anything he could do about that.

“Fuck baby you look so-”

“I didn’t say you could speak,” you cut him off, inching up his body.

“Fiesty,” he smirked. You bit back a smile, letting that comment slide.

“You wanna taste me Tyler?” you asked, running your hand along his face. Your pussy was just inches from his mouth and you could feel breath hitting you. The  warm air on your aching core sending a shiver down your spine. Tyler nodded furiously, the handcuffs clanking against the bedpost.

“I wanna her you say it,” you told him, running your finger down his lips.

“I wanna taste you baby, please,” Tyler replied, sounding strained. You were finally getting to him. He listened, so you rewarded him by lowering yourself onto his lips. 

You didn’t even try to hide the moan that came out of you when you felt his mouth on you. He dove his tongue right into you, wanting desperately to taste you. His lips moved against your sensitive core, making it hard to focus. You gripped the bedpost, afraid you would topple over if you didn’t stabilize yourself.

The sounds coming out of Tyler was near pornographic. His tongue had found your clit now, working furiously over the sensitive spot. God it just felt so fucking good you could barely stand it. Maybe it was the power of being in charge going to your head, but you swore he never ate you out like this, which was saying something because the man was skilled with his mouth.

It wasn’t long before he was able to push you over the edge, cumming all over his lips. He took every last second you gave him to lap up all of your wetness. Tyler let out a groan when you finally pulled away, but you were too busy trying to keep your shaking thighs steady. They couldn’t give out now, you still had more to do.

“I think it’s time we take care of this,” you said, lightly tapping on his cock, which was straining against his boxers. You pulled them down his muscular legs, his length springing up. He looked painfully hard, pre cum leaking out of him. You just wanted to take him right then and there, but you wanted to tease him just a little more.

You positioned yourself above him, his tip just inches from your entrance. You could feel Tyler’s hips bucking up, desperately wanting to be inside you. You lifted yourself up, not letting him get what you want.

“Use your words,” you reminded him.

“Please y/n,” Tyler whined, pulling against the cuffs. You know all he want was to breakout, flip you over and take you how he wanted. But not tonight.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that Tyler,” you replied calmly.

“God please baby, I need you to fuck me, please,” He begged. Alright, you weren’t heartless, you'd give it to him. You lowered yourself slowly onto him, Tyler letting out a guttural hiss when he finally felt you around him. You savored every inch, feeling him stretch you out as got further down his length. 

You kept it slow for awhile, loving the frustrated groans that escaped Tyler’s lips. Now he knew how it felt when he teased you all slow like this. It was the best possible revenge you could image. 

“Fuck baby please fuck me faster,” Tyler said desperately. As much as you wanted to drag things out a little longer, you were already needy to get off again. So, you obliged, resting your hands on his chest to balance yourself on him so you could move faster. Tyler was licking his lips watching your tits bounce as you rode him.

You felt yourself getting closer, and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep this up. You tilted back, your hands finding his thighs and gripping them tightly. Your head lolled to the side, this knew angle hitting a sweet spot inside you. 

“It feels so fucking good,” you moaned, your nails digging into his skin. He was gonna be scratched up, but he was used to that.

“I’m so close ba- fuck,” Tyler gasped. He was right there, you could feel it.

“Cum for me, come on I wanna feel it,” you demanded, rocking your hips as quickly as you could. The words barely left your mouth and Tyler came undone. A slew of curses left his mouth as he came, highlighted by the clinking of the cuffs. The feeling of him cumming inside you was more than you could bare, setting you over the edge with him.

You slowed down, enjoying the last few moments of bliss as you both finished. The second you were off him it hit you how tired your body was, falling to the bed beside him. It gave it you a new found respect for Tyler doing this all the time.

“Babe that was so fucking hot,” Tyler said, still somewhat breathless. You smiled, brushing away the curls stuck to the sweat on his forehead. 

“You really liked it? I did okay?” you asked, though you felt like you already knew the answer.

“It was amazing,” Tyler confirmed, “Gonna need you to do that more often.” You blushed a little, surprised by his enthusiasm, but also more than happy to do that again.

“Glad you liked it,” you smirked, before giving a quick peck.

“Just one more thing,” Tyler said when you pulled away.

 “Yeah?”

Tyler wiggled his arms, “Unlock me so I can give you the big hug you deserve.”