#this made me giggle while i was working on it

[illou-sainte]

Husband!Rafayel, who has a big portrait of your wedding picture in his studio--he made sure to place it where the sun reflects brightly, so it shines as brightly as you did on your wedding day.

Husband!Rafayel, who made your kiss mark as a seal to every painting he made ever since you two met.

Husband!Rafayel, who is known for his abstract paintings--surprised his fans when he started painting his wife in his recent works.

Husband!Rafayel, who always has you by his side in every art exhibition, interview and event. Proud to show the world that he has a loving wife by his side.

Husband!Rafayel, who made sure to give you two rings---one on your finger while the other one hangs on a necklace. Incase you forgot to wear your ring, you still have the other one hanging around your neck!

Husband!Rafayel, who loves to bring you cute little trinkets and souvenirs whenever he returns from his trips. He always makes it special--he's a "I bought it because it reminded me of you" type of lover:(( you'd be surprised seeing different types of seashells displayed in a big elegant box.

Husband!Rafayel, who claims to hate kids a lot because they are annoying and loud-- but the way you interact with them makes his heart flutter in awe:( it makes him wonder what it would be like to have his own together with you.

Husband!Rafayel, who cried a lot after finding out you're carrying his baby--he's more emotional than you were actually. Hugging you so tightly as he weeps against your chest. He's happy that he's now able to have a miniature version of both of you. You can't help but giggle at his reaction while you pat his back.

He loves you so much:(

[makaylaloves-words]

Jason Todd thought his need for touch had died with him.

Part two!!

here’s part one

Pairing: Jason Todd x afab reader

TW: Loss of virginity (male), nsfw, pinv, religious imagery, body issues mentioned.

1.7k words

The sun comes dreadfully early. Bright butter yellow beams forcing Jason away from the oasis that is your embrace. You kiss his forehead then head to get ready for work. You start your usual routine, unaware of his recurring thoughts. Usually, he will wake up a little slower then go to make breakfast while you get ready. Today he lingers like the last bits of snow as winter fades into spring.

He watches you come out of the bathroom after your shower, music still playing from your phone. Music he will never admit to liking but listens to when he misses you. Your perfect skin slightly damp as you put on that lotion that makes him want to take a bite out of you.

Clad in only your underwear and bra, hair up in a towel, you pick your outfit for work and start on your makeup. Humming and dancing to your music. He stands.

He’s silent as he approaches, a huge sleepy figure looming behind you.

“Hi” you chirp, rubbing lotion into your skin.

“I want to have sex with you.”

You slowly turn, eyes wide. “Well good morning to you, too.” he swallows but doesn’t back down.

“I kinda have work” you blink.

“I- I didn’t mean right now. Just soon.” he says and your heart picks up. “Okay, honey, soon.”

You step closer and lift on your toes to peck his cheek. You let your hand linger on his bare chest, his hips against you in a way you can feel as hard he is. It gets you drunk on power to know how little it takes for you to do that to him.

Four nights later, it’s the usual routine but something’s off. He goes out on patrol for a few hours and you get finish up some work and make dinner. You eat together then he showers while you wind down. You’ve been dating over a year so naturally you’ve seen eachother naked but he’s always been a little secretive about his body. That’s why you’re very surprised when he walks into your bedroom in just his towel around his waist. Raven hair still damp and water droplets clinging to the scared tissue of his muscled chest. As anyone would eyes would, you give him a good stare down. He looks.. nervous.

“Something wrong?” you finally say.

“Now.” he says

“Now.. what?” your head tilts

He looks away, swallowing in embarrassment.

“I want to have sex.”

Oh.

Oh.

“I- uh right now?” you nearly laugh. You have been on a dry spell ever since you started dating Jason so honestly just him shirtless has got you hot and bothered but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I’ve made you wait this long” he nods and steps towards the bed. you stand, arms looping around his neck like a perfect ribbon. “You’ll help me know what to do?” he whispers and you smile “of course.”

Turns out you really have to tell him what to do. You don’t know if you pity the guy or are proud because he’s clearly never watched porn or anything of the sort.

“Just kiss me firs-” you instruct and before you can finish the words his lips are on yours. He’s grown a lot in his kissing ability. From small pecks on your forehead to now as he tangles his tongue with yours. Jason hooks his arms under your thighs and lifts you with practiced ease. Your legs wrap around his hips and his hands hesitantly inch towards the back of your thighs. You nod against as your mouth works on his and his hands slide to grip your ass, holding you to him. He groans.

The towel is slipping off his hips and you can feel an anticipation that you haven’t felt in so long coursing through you, straight to your gut.

“Are you sure about this? You can change your mind.” you say, pulling back. your chest is heaving and you know his answer as he licks a stripe up your neck.

He slowly steps forward, setting you on the bed and looking at you like you’re a goddess who just offered him immortality. “Do i sit down or-“ he bites his lip and you giggle. “We can just do missionary.” he blinks in confusion. “i’ll lay down” you add, stripping your shorts and scooting back on the bed.

You strip your shirt and look up. He’s staring at you in a way you’ve seen very few times. He’s flushed, pupils dilated and hands gripping the towel on his hips so hard his knuckles are white. “Um you come over here now” you swallow as he drops the towel and crawl towards you.

For a long time, Jason thought he was disgusting. A foul ugly creature who rose from the dead and doesn’t deserve a single thing he has. You, however, have never understood this. He is beautiful. Greek god level. You can feel the arousal on your thighs as you bite your lip.

He leans down and kisses you again, hard length pressed against your bare stomach as you start taking off the rest of your clothes.

It’s a charming process in the way that it’s kinda clumsy. You haven’t done this in a while and well Jason’s literally a virgin so it takes you a couple tries to get your bra and underwear off.

He breaks the kiss to look down at you. Eyes trialing over your breast as he rests his hands on your ribcage. “You are beautiful” he whispers and you smile shyly. “You too” he blushes.

Both naked as the day you were born, he gulps “So do i just-“

“pretty much”

He gives himself a few strokes, dark lashes fluttering before he leans to you and presses against you. An inch in and he bites his lips. “God” he whines and you smile. he’s larger than most and you revel in the stretch as he pushes more.

“Oh i understand now” he mutters, hands fisting the sheets by your head.

“Understand what?” you say with a small whimper.

“Why people enjoy this so much” he cuts his words off with a moan as he pushes in a bit more.

With a final gasp from him, he’s all the way in and he swears he’s in heaven. He’s never been a very religious person but if there is a god then it is you and this fucking pussy. He groans, hands gripping the sheets beside your head as your hands delicately grasp his wrists.

“You can move” you say quietly, eyes loving as you look up at him.

“I-“ he should move. he knows he should but he is already close to coming and he doesn’t wanna come that fast. You’re just so warm and wet and tight and- oh no.

no no no.

you shift your hips, forcing his dick to rock in and out of you. It barely even moves. “Fuck, no—sto—"

Jason grunts. Chokes on it. 

you do it again, just the softest roll of your hips. “Baby, you don’t understand” he groans, arms shaking beside your head. “It’s okay” you coo, “it’s normal just- please” he swallows. yes he didn’t want to be the guy who blew it like a two pump chump but it’s true he wanted you to feel good to. god, he wants that more than his own pleasure. So, he moves.

A small thrust, just the last 2 inches coming out and in but he whines and turns his head away. You smile, “Hey. look at me, pretty boy”. he groans and looks down at you. god you look like a fucking angel.

He’s nearly drooling as he shudders and thrusts a few more times. Then he stops, “What are you doing?” he gulps.

You blink up at him. It’s true your hand had snaked down and drew a few circles around your clit but that was not a crime.

“I-“

“Show me how.”

“What?”

“That thing you’re doing. Feels good? Show. me. how.” Jason’s words would sound like a demand if he wasn’t bright red and pussy drunk. And instead of getting all butt hurt, he’s asking you to teach him and-

—and oh, isn’t your heart melting into a puddle.

You gently take one of his hands off the sheets next to him and guide his thick calloused fingers to your clit. “Just- circles or press a little.” you say, words cutting out with a moan when he rubs your clit. good to know he was a fucking natural. His eyes are glued to where his cock is pressed into you and he gulps before continuing his ministrations on your clit. Then he thrusts at the same time. You both moan in sync and he smiles, “‘m doing good? I’m not gonna last much longer, baby.”

You nod, simply letting him now it’s okay. A few more thrusts and he is shaking. Eyes closing as he gulps.

“Can i-.. in you?” he mutters.

“Yes.” you say calmly, chest heaving.

He buries his face in the warm crook of your neck, a bright flush over his scared skin. Then he’s coming and- “I love you” he groans and you pause.

“what?”

he’s only half conscious as he spurts into you. eyes rolling back as he gasps. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. I’m in love with you, have been for a while.”

you blink “i love you too, Jay.”

He keeps his head buried in your neck but he slowly trails some kisses along your jaw in response. His hand speeds up on your clit as he keeps pumping his slowly softening cock. After a few moments he sits back up, eyes hazy, “you haven’t- should i try again?” you laugh.

“Just give me a minute, love.” your hand snakes down and you lay your fingers on his, helping his finger your clit in that way that had you sparking. You tighten around him and he swears he’s seeing stars. “Fuck” he pulls out of you, grunts turning into a self satisfied smile when you come. You aren’t super loud or anything but he swears it’s the most beautiful melodic thing he has ever seen.

When you come down from your high, he’s laying half on top of you. You can feel his heartbeat thunder against yours, as if merging together—erratic and unsteady. “You did so good” you kiss the top of his head. “You too” he teases.

you have officially deflowered the great jason todd.

thank you for all the support! this is my first time really writing and i’m having a very fun time. i’m kinda new to tumbler so let me know if i’m doing this tag list wrong, lol.

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[roosterforme]

Aim for the Sky Part 38 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley works out plans for an anniversary trip, only stopping to enjoy some Halloween candy and a little milk. Everything is wonderful at home, but when you're at work, you notice Indigo in closer proximity that you'd prefer.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, DILF Roo, pregnancy, smut, lactation kink

Length: 3200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Bradley woke up on Sunday to his phone telling him that it was November. The month of his wedding anniversary. Almost two years married to you. He smiled as you continued to sleep soundly, sprawled halfway on top of him, drooling on his shoulder. This is how he wanted to wake up every day for the rest of his life.

Rose hadn't made a peep yet, and he wanted to let you sleep as long as possible after trick-or-treating last evening. The three, well really four, of you had traipsed all over the neighborhood, collecting candy which Bradley had eaten half of while rubbing your feet last night. His stomach was currently gurgling softly, but he wasn't going to move an inch until one of his girls woke up.

In the meantime, he used his free hand to continue his search for the perfect anniversary trip on his phone. He soon had it narrowed down to two options, but he wanted you to pick. He'd ask you when you woke up. He was just ordering a case of non-alcoholic pink champagne and some hot sauce when he felt your arm tighten around his waist.

"Roo," you moaned, arching your back before looking up at him. "What time is it?"

"Almost eight," he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose as you snuggled against him again. He tossed his phone aside in favor of letting his hand rest on your bump, desperate to feel his younger daughter.

"Rose isn't up yet?" you murmured, yawning.

"Not yet," he confirmed as you pulled up his old shirt you fell asleep in, giving him better access to your belly. "Is Nugget Part Deux moving around?"

You hummed softly as he caressed your skin, tracing a line down to your dainty rooster tattoo. "She's a little squirmy. She'll wake up more once I start moving." You yawned again. "Halloween must have wiped Rose out. She had a big night. But my boobs are starting to ache."

Bradley watched you continue to pull the shirt up over your body until your breasts were on full display. He bit his lip, whimpering softly at the sight of your milk beading on your nipple. "There was a question I wanted to ask you, but suddenly I can no longer think straight, Sweetheart," he panted.

You reached for his hand, guiding it up to your heavy breasts, eyes closing as his fingers met your milk. "Do you want to take the edge off for me?"

Bradley's cock was at attention, raring to go as he nodded. Dizzy with need, he watched you pull the shirt off and toss it to the floor before propping yourself on your elbows. "Jesus, fuck. I've never seen anything so perfect in my life."

You giggled, alerting him to the fact that he'd spoken out loud. "Come on, Daddy. Help me out here."

Milk dribbled down to the underside of your tit, and Bradley dragged his tongue through it. You made a delicious little sound as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked. Heaven. It tasted like heaven on his tongue. He was leaning on his hand which was planted next to your hip, and his cock rested on your thigh. You didn't stop him when he pressed his hips forward.

"Roo," you whined, running your fingers through his hair, and then gripping him at the roots when he sucked harder. "Oh!" You held him in place as he lapped up his reward. That's what this was. This was his personal treat for getting you pregnant again. A seemingly endless supply of breastmilk to enjoy. He knew it was for the babies, but you knew he loved it, too.

"God," he grunted, switching sides, rubbing his cock on your leg. "I'm fucking obsessed." His voice was muffled as he took your perfectly pert nipple in his mouth. You were tugging on his hair and simultaneously holding him closer as he tried to make sure he didn't suck you dry. But it was so hard to stop, especially when his balls tightened up.

He swallowed and released your breast, dragging his lips to yours. "I'm so fucking close, and you barely even touched me." You laughed against his kisses. "I'm not even fucking kidding." Bradley knew he was in no position to give you an orgasm until he got his out of the way, and he was almost shaking. "Can I give you a pretty creampie?" he begged.

You nodded, wrapping your hand around his cock which was grinding against your hip. "It's not like I'm not already pregnant."

"Fuck," he groaned, letting you guide him to your pussy. Bradley thrust deep as you settled against your pillow, spreading your legs further for him. You looked the part of the perfect woman, belly already swollen from how he couldn't stop fucking you full of his cum, coaxing him closer with your smile.

He came hard by the fifth thrust, hands braced on either side of your head as he panted your name, his hips fucking his cum deeper as he bucked against you. When you sweetly pushed his hair back from his forehead, everything in the whole world made sense to him.

"Oh, I know what I was going to ask you, Baby Girl."

You wrapped your legs around his hips. "Hmm?"

"Mountains or lake?"

"What?" you whispered as Bradley sat back to observe the mess he made.

"For our anniversary," he rasped. "I'm planning our trip. I just need you to answer one question, and I'll take care of the rest. Mountains or lake?" The first drop of his cum slid down to your asshole, and Bradley's brain shut down again as he stared. "Beautiful," he murmured, rubbing his mess back up to your clit.

He worked his fingers, listening to you babble about your anniversary. He let his body hover above yours, being none too gentle with his fingers when he realized that's what you needed at the moment. Your lips parted, head tipping back into the pillow, gasping until your voice was hoarse. As you eventually came around his fingers, you screamed the word, "Mountains!"

"That's all I needed to know," Bradley whispered, kissing your neck as Rose started crying in her nursery. "I'll get cleaned up and play with Rosie until you're ready to feed her. Take your time."

You waved your hand in the air, nodding wordlessly as Bradley kissed your forehead and climbed out of bed with a smile on his face.

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The weekend had been luxurious. There was no other way to describe it. Sex and Halloween candy and Bradley cooking dinner. A beach walk with Rose and Tramp. A FaceTime call with your parents. It was perfect. You slept so soundly on Sunday night, Bradley had to wake you as your alarm blared for work on Monday morning.

"Oh, God," you groaned, reaching for your glasses while the baby kicked and Rose fussed down the hallway. You almost wet yourself on the way to the bathroom while Bradley went to hold Rose until you were ready for her. Your belly was tender, and you couldn't control your bladder. It was amazing Bradley couldn't seem to get enough of you, but you believed him. Because he'd been showing you.

Once you got yourself mostly ready for the day, you hustled to the nursery to find your husband holding your daughter. Bradley was wearing his gray sweatpants, and his hair was an absolute mess. His voice was still a little raspy from sleep as he snuggled Rose to his chest and bounced her around the room while she whined.

"Mommy's coming, Nugget. Relax. I miss her, too, but she'll be here in a minute." When you walked in, Bradley bounced her over to the chair so you could feed her. "Here's Mommy." He kissed her fuzzy head of hair before handing her over.

When you sat back in the chair, Bradley groaned, easing himself down to the floor at your feet. "What are you doing?" you asked, his arm snaking around your calf as Rose latched onto you to eat.

He kissed your bare leg; your uniform was the last thing you needed before you were ready for work. "Just want to sit here with you for a minute." 

He went quiet with his cheek pressed to the side of your knee, and occasionally you ran your fingers through his hair. "I don't want to go to work," he mumbled. "This weekend was so nice."

"It was perfect," you agreed. "But your students need you there to instruct them."

Bradley shook his head, his mustache rough on your skin. "I don't know if I'm even doing a good job, Sweetheart. I don't think I am."

Oh, you hated Indigo. Hated the very thought of her. You hated that she wanted to sleep with Bradley. You hated that she made your husband feel this way. You hated that she was still lurking around North Island.

You held Rose to your chest and reached down to take Bradley's chin in your palm. His brown eyes were vulnerable. "You're a Top Gun pilot, Bradley. You're the best. Nobody else is going to be able to train younger pilots any better than you can. Now go make me breakfast and put your uniform on."

With another groan, Bradley stood, but he looked a little happier. "Whatever you say, Baby Girl," he whispered, kissing your forehead.

Now, you had your own conundrum to deal with. Normal looking yet uncomfortable uniform? Or comfy maternity tent? There was an obvious answer. You knew what it was. Your body was crying out for it. The tent was calling your name. But you couldn't. You just couldn't do it. Squeezing into your pants was a chore. So was tucking in your shirt. But you did it.

"I guess I'll just stand all day," you muttered to yourself as you ate the avocado toast and hot sauce Bradley left on the counter while he got Rose dressed. The waistband of the pants bit into your side when you tried to bend. This was probably the last day without the tent.

Somehow you managed to get into the passenger seat, and Bradley buckled you with extra care. "I'll drop Rose at the nursery," he said while he drove. "You can go ahead to your lab." He wanted an excuse to make this weekend last a little longer, so you let him leave you off at the door.

"I love you, Roo," you promised. "Love you, Rose," you told your daughter as she tried to chew on her foot. As soon as they pulled away to park, you saw Cam and Maria heading your way, so you waited.

"Oh my god, you're huge now," Cam gasped. "I haven't seen you in like a week, and you're enormous."

Maria shoved him as he reached out to touch your belly. "She is not!"

"Damn," he whispered. "What are you due? January?"

"April first!" you whined miserably, tipping your head back. "I know I'm huge."

"You aren't!" Maria argued. "You look adorable!"

"Your tits look phenomenal," Cam added, and you glared at him until he held the door open for you. "What? Lieutenant Commander Mustache is all over that shit. I just know it."

"Okay, you're probably right about that," Maria said.

Your entire body warmed as your friends reminded you of what you should have never forgotten. They didn't know about Indigo, and now wasn't the time to have a discussion.

"Let's grab lunch one day this week," Cam said as the three of you rode up the elevator.

"Sounds good," you promised, waving goodbye to them when you turned right to head to your office. But when your door came into view, you froze. Even from behind, you knew it was her, pacing back and forth like she was waiting for you.

This was insane. You had nothing to be afraid of. She couldn't hurt you. Bradley didn't want her. She'd been grounded. But you turned on your heel and rushed to your lab instead.

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Bradley had been having a wonderful day. He felt good about his class, and he got to see you at lunch. When you had to pop the button on your pants in order to sit comfortably, he threatened to hide your uniform if you didn't wear maternity khakis tomorrow. But other than that, it was smooth sailing. Until the end of the day when he stopped in the deserted rec room for some stale coffee. 

With his cup in hand, Bradley walked past the couches just as the door swung open. Indigo strolled in like she was on a mission, and his stomach lurched as his steps came to a stop.

"Can I help you?" he asked. A slightly terrifying little smile appeared on her lips.

"I don't know, can you?" she asked, voice dripping with innocence. "Or are you still too scared to be alone with me?"

Truthfully, he kind of was, but he'd never admit that. Besides, you had no reason to doubt him now, so he simply stood there and sipped his coffee before clearing his throat. "Lieutenant Jeffries, it's not my responsibility to help you find ways to entertain yourself while you're grounded," he told her smoothly, and her bright blue eyes narrowed. 

"I'll just sit in here for the rest of the afternoon. Lieutenants Trace and Seresin kicked me out earlier, claiming I shouldn't have access to the aviators' rec room if I'm not currently flying." Bradley had to fight hard not to laugh, but she kept going. "But both of their jets are in the air now, so nobody is going to stop me."

"Maybe you should listen to what your superior officers tell you," Bradley said, breezing past her toward the door.

Her sharp laughter cut into him. "Maybe you'll heed your own words when Maverick gets back and immediately ends my grounding."

Bradley hated how it always felt like she was gaining the upper hand. "Maybe you should call him Captain Mitchell," he tossed over his shoulder. "Call signs are for aviators to use, Lieutenant Jeffries."

The sound of disgust she made boosted his mood as he plowed through the door. He didn't want to linger in her presence for longer than was absolutely necessary. His quiet office was calling his name anyway. So was the mound of paperwork he needed to complete.

The hallways in his building were nearly deserted, so it came as a surprise when you were waiting by his door. "Sweetheart," he called out, jogging as quickly as he could with his coffee. He'd just been with you less than three hours ago. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you promised, tilting your perfect face up to look at him. "You missed me earlier this morning, and now I was missing you."

Bradley unlocked his door and led you inside. He spent the last forty-five minutes of his work day with you snuggled against him on his lap. His lips occasionally brushed your hair while he got through his paperwork with your arms wrapped around him.

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You bumped into Indigo randomly all week long. With nothing better to do, it seemed as though she made it her new mission to follow you around base more often than not. You'd taken to walking with Cat when you could, and one day Jake accompanied you to lunch. Honestly, you were a little surprised Indigo hadn't simply moved on to another hot officer older than her. Jake would have been a good candidate, which would have been hilarious. Cat would shred Indigo to bits without a second thought.

Cat was busy conducting her aircraft investigation and collecting data from Indigo's Super Hornet which left you conveniently in the lab most of the time. But when Bickel asked you to meet with a mechanic to talk about a new installation technique for a communications component, you found yourself in the busy hangar in your maternity tent.

If the mechanic thought you looked ridiculous, he didn't say a word about it. You'd decided that being comfortable was better than having marks on your sides from your regular pants when you got undressed after work. Now you had no problem breezing through your conversation and leaving the engine parts in the very capable hands of the Top Gun mechanic crew.

You headed back out onto the tarmac, glancing at the tower and Bradley's building. The November sun was glorious. It was hard to miss the east coast on a day like this when the weather in San Diego was pure perfection. But pausing to close your eyes and turn your face to the sky was a mistake.

"Hello, Lieutenant Commander." That voice gave you a chill before you even opened your eyes to see Indigo heading your way. Her face was expressionless, but her tone was cold as she stomped to a stop in front of you. "I would say it's nice to see you, but that would be a lie."

You pressed your lips together, swallowing hard as her blue eyes flashed with something that made your skin crawl. She was so beautiful and so angry, and you hated her so much. "For someone who doesn't want to see me, you sure have been following me around a lot this week," you bit back before considering your words.

"Don't flatter yourself," she replied smoothly. "The last thing I want to look at is your ridiculous uniform."

You loathed her. But now you could translate her words to their true meaning. She was devastatingly jealous of you. A smile curled along your lips as you cradled your belly. Goading her wasn't your best move, but you couldn't stop yourself. "I think I'll just go hang out in the aviators' rec room with my husband and the others. Isn't it funny that I've never piloted an aircraft, but I've also never been kicked out of their lounge?"

She ground her teeth together as you tried not to smile. When Jake told you what he and Nat had done, you'd been in stitches.

"I know you think you're hot shit around here," she snarled, prompting you to take a step back. And that's when she pounced. "But you don't have the power to ground me indefinitely."

"Actually, I do," you replied loudly, fingers curling into fists. "Your aircraft is under my jurisdiction. I'm in charge of the quality of the comms network and components. I am in control of things no matter how much you want to be. And the same goes for my husband."

You were immediately met with silence as her cheeks burned red, clashing with the color of her eyes. You couldn't remember the last time someone looked like they wanted to hit you. As long as she went for your face and not your belly, you'd welcome it. Anything to get her the fuck away from you and your friends and your family.

"As soon as Maverick comes back, you'll be history," she threatened, bumping your shoulder as she stormed away.

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Roo loves milk with his candy. And Indigo has a lot of nerve talking to BG that way. Mav is practically family! Maybe I'll let Indigo find out exactly what happens when Mav gets back.

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[bblairxe]

you should write werewolf vi

i don’t know shit about werewolves but, i can put her on a leash !! sorry if this is shitty, never wrote anything like this before leash wearing ? (vi ) . praise . i don’t think this is pet play , but call it what you want . smut . begging . needy ! vi . sub ! vi . oral (r)

  you never thought you’d do it until now. the leathered, pink collar and the chain linked lead staring at you in the store. almost taunting you as if it’s saying, “come on, try me, it’ll be fun.” 

  unfortunately, you fold quickly under pressure. 

  back home, you bring vi into your shared bedroom with the toy resting on the bed. she’s shocked at first, but she’s not repulsed by the idea.

  “didn’t think you’d be into being put on a leash, babe, shit.” vi chuckles, a smug smirk playing on her face. 

  “well, i, uh, i’m not. i, i want you to be on the .. leash.” your gaze trails to your feet, completely embarrassed. she barely catches your words due to your shy, sheepish tone. 

  suddenly her egotistical smirk faded, being replaced with a flushed face and fidgeting fingers. “oh fuck,” she breathed, running a hand through her pink tresses. “yeah, yeah, please. i’ll do anything, if that’s what you want.”

  your entire world around you lit up at that sentence alone. you pull her into a deep, messy kiss, teeth clashing, your tongues fighting for dominance. her back hits the mattress and you climb on top of her, sliding your thigh in between hers. she ruts against it, grinding her core and letting her whimpers fall into the kiss.

  “you gonna be good for me? let me put a collar around your neck, keep you on a leash?” you mumble in between kisses, you could feel her slick growing on your thigh.

  she does nothing but whine in response, tugging you closer to her. you let her use you for a bit. after all, she was going to be nose deep in your cunt for a while. your fingers thread through her hair, whispering all kinds of praises in her ear. you feel vi’s hips start to stutter, a signal that she’s close. it only takes a few more kisses and praises until she’s gushing in her boxers, leaving a wet, damp spot on your thigh.

  “poor baby, made such a mess. clean it up for me, will you?” your tone is slow and seductive as you reach for the collar. vi’s pupils dilate at your words, desperation written all over her face. 

  you bring the collar to her neck, wrapping it around and securing it. for a moment, you get lost in her eyes. the way her features look so tender, how her body becomes so pliant when she’s with you. it’s all too much, too emotional and it only makes you want her more. 

  you pull the lead to bring her into a deep kiss. her hands frantically search for your waist and flips you over, eliciting a small giggle from you. “eager, hm?” 

  vi nods, panting and practically drooling at the sight of you under her . “need you, need to taste you.” 

  “go ahead, sweetheart.” 

  your confirmation was all she needed to get to work. she starts at your upper thigh, licking up her arousal from earlier. her tongue swirls around your smooth skin, occasionally leaving small bites and marks.

  she watches the way your body reacts to her. what makes your hips buck toward her face and what elicits those sweet noises from you. but what got the best reaction from you was the way her tongue pressed against your clothed cunt. your back arched at the feeling, her wet muscle licking and gliding up your slit had your head spinning.

  “c-come on baby. you don’t have to keep me waiting, yeah?” you stutter, grinding your hips against her in search of more friction. 

  she hums against you and peels off your drenched panties. the cool air hits your pussy, but the coolness is quickly replaced by the heat of vi’s tongue. she begins lapping at your cunt, licking and spitting all over it. it’s downright messy. she had a mixture of saliva and slick smeared all over her chin. 

  you look down to see vi’s blue doe eyes, they’re focused on you. she takes your clit in her mouth and gives it a light suck, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure. a loud moan echoes throughout the room, a string of whines and vi’s name following after. 

  you’ve been so caught up in the way she’s pleasing you, you forgot the whole reason she’s doing this, the collar. using the little strength you have, you sit up on your elbows and take vi’s lead, wrapping it around your knuckles, giving it a firm tug. the girl literally whimpers and for some reason, the pressure throws her off. making her tongue switch back and forth from working on your clit to fucking you with her tongue.

  the mixed sensations becomes too much. you start to squirm away from her, pushing her head back and lifting your hips away. to your avail, it’s no use. she wraps her toned arms around your thighs and pulls you closer, forcing you into her mouth. 

  “mmm, taste so good, need you, please— mfffhh,” her whimpers vibrate against your core, drawing you closer to release. 

  “oh fuck, baby. i’m gonna, gonna cum, oh—” you keen, gripping onto vi’s lead and tugging her deeper into you. 

  “please, please cum for me. need to feel you on my tongue, please.” 

  vi’s words throw you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you in waves. your hips stutter against her, loud gasps and moans pouring out of your lips. she doesn’t stop, not until your grip on the chain becomes looser and your hips become completely still. 

  she pulls herself on top of you, the cold metal hitting your skin, and captures your lips into a deep kiss. you could taste yourself on her; the release, desire, and hunger. you break the kiss, pulling away to meet her gaze. you were well spent and tired, in need of a nap and you thought vi was too, until— 

  “a-again, please?” 

[mingi-s-dimples]

「 Booty Gains - S.MG 」

"This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? Bent over, dripping, begging for me to use you.”

~ "Reader teases Mingi with some booty pics and vids while she's at the gym, and he's at work, add shower sex" ~ req. by anon

pairing: mingi x fem!reader

genre: 18+, filth

summary: you just can't stop being your bratty self whenever your man is at work, all bored. so you have the best idea of sending him some booty pics, not even thinking about how he'd ruin the hell out of you when he gets home.

wc: 3.8k

warnings: rough mingi, brat reader, possessiveness, ownership, punishment kink, humiliation kink, degradation/name calling (slut, etc.), praise kink, rough sex, hair pulling, ass spanking, marking (hickeys and bites), breasts fondling, nipple playing, manhandling, dirty talk, orgasm control, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, breeding kink, lots of cummm, shower sex, brat taming, mocking, teasing, a tad bit of aftercare, completely consensual!, unprotected (boo use protection irl!!), for sure forgot something, might edit later.

Author's Note: as a gym girlie that loves going to the gym, I would 100% do this to my man (I don't have a man atm but just saying) cause the anticipation is chef’s kiss. I loved writing this !! Thank you so much, anon, for sending in such a nice request ^^

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The gym was nearly empty, just the way you liked it. The low hum of machines and the rhythmic clanking of weights filled the space, but your focus was elsewhere. Your reflection in the mirror held your attention, the sweat glistening on your skin, the curve of your body accentuated by the snug fit of your leggings and sports bra.

Mingi had texted you earlier, complaining about how bored he was at work, stuck in another useless meeting. He had no idea what you were about to do.

A wicked smirk tugged at your lips as you adjusted your phone, angling it just right to capture the dip of your waist and the teasing outline of your hips. You snapped a picture, making sure the lighting hit all the right places before sending it off.

You: Missing you. Thought you might like a little motivation to get through your day.

It didn’t take long for your phone to vibrate with his response.

Mingi: Oh, you wanna play while I’m at work?

Your stomach fluttered at his tone. Hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your leggings, you slowly tugged them down just enough to reveal the plump curve of your ass, letting the fabric cling sinfully low. No one was there, so you pulled them just slightly lower. Your full ass was on display, plump and perky. You snapped another picture, this time a little bolder, a little filthier. Send.

The typing bubble appeared immediately. Then, a pause. Then—

Mingi: You better stop while you still can.

You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle. But stopping was the last thing on your mind. Feeling particularly bratty, you propped your phone up against the mirror and recorded a short clip—hips swaying, ass jiggling just enough to tease, your fingers lightly tracing over the curve before you tugged your leggings back into place.

You sent the video without hesitation.

This time, his response came instantly.

Mingi: You're fucked.

A thrill shot straight between your thighs.

You: You love it.

The dots appeared and disappeared for a long moment before your phone buzzed again. This time, your breath hitched when you opened the message.

Mingi had sent you a picture—a low, grainy shot of his lap under his desk, his thick cock straining hard against his dark slacks, the outline painfully clear through the fabric. The sight alone made your mouth water.

Mingi: You’re gonna take care of this when I get home.

You swallowed hard, squeezing your thighs together. Just as you were about to type back, your phone lit up with an incoming call.

You answered immediately. "Hello?"

His voice was low, dark, and dripping with something dangerous. "You think you’re funny?"

You hummed innocently, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "I don’t know what you mean."

Mingi exhaled sharply, and you could practically hear the tension in his body, the way he was probably gripping his phone too hard, jaw clenched.

"When I get home, you’re not gonna be able to sit right. You understand me?"

Your breath hitched.

"Mmm. Can’t wait."

There was a beat of silence before he let out a quiet chuckle, one that sent a delicious shiver down your spine.

The line went dead.

And now all you had to do was wait.

The moment you got home, you couldn’t shake the smug little grin playing on your lips. Kicking off your sneakers, you stretched your sore muscles, still feeling the delicious burn from your workout. Your body was buzzing, half from the endorphins, half from the anticipation of what was coming.

Padding over to your full-length mirror, you tilted your head, running your fingers along your waist, smoothing over the curve of your ass. You giggled softly, replaying the texts with Mingi in your head—the way his tone had darkened, the picture he had sent you, the promise laced in his last words.

You shivered, excitement pooling low in your stomach. You had really riled him up this time.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom, stripping off your gym clothes piece by piece. The air was warm, thick with steam as you turned on the shower, stepping under the hot spray. The water cascaded down your body, soothing the ache in your muscles, washing away the sheen of sweat. Your fingers trailed idly along your skin, stomach tightening at the thought of what was coming. Your fingers also trailed right between your thighs, slowly through your folds, thinking about how good it would feel if your fingers were Mingi's cock.

There was one thing you knew, tho. Mingi was going to ruin you.

You didn’t know how much time had passed—your mind had drifted into a hazy space, caught between relaxation and anticipation—when you suddenly heard it.

Click. Your body tensed. The front door.

A thrill shot through you, setting every nerve alight. He was home.

You barely had a second to react before the sound of heavy footsteps filled the silence, growing closer, more deliberate. Your pulse pounded against your ribs as you heard a single knock on the bathroom door.

Then, before you could answer—

The door swung open.

The steam curled around him as he stepped inside, towering and dangerous, still dressed in his dark work clothes. His tie was loosened, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing the smooth line of his collarbone. But it was his eyes that held you captive—dark, heavy with something primal, something feral.

You swallowed hard, heat pooling between your legs.

"Mingi—"

His lips curled into a smirk as he tugged at his belt, the leather slipping through his fingers with an unmistakable sound. "You had a lot to say and send earlier," he mused, voice low, predatory. "But now that I’m here, you’re quiet?"

Your breath hitched as he took another step forward, "Did you touch yourself while you were waiting for me? Bet you did. Bet you thought you could get off without me. That’s fucking cute.”

And before you could say another word, he was reaching for you. You were about to learn exactly what it meant to be at Mingi’s mercy.

The heat in the bathroom thickened, the steam swirling around you like a fog, but nothing compared to the fire burning in Mingi’s eyes. He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking as he dragged his belt from the loops of his slacks, the leather slipping through his fingers with a slow, deliberate motion.

"You wanted my attention, baby," he murmured, voice low and dark. The sound of his belt dropping to the tiled floor sent a shiver through you. "Now you’ve got it."

You swallowed hard, pressing your back against the cool shower wall, the contrast to the heat in your body making you dizzy.

Mingi’s hands went to the buttons of his shirt, unfastening them one by one, exposing the smooth planes of his chest, the taut lines of his stomach. He took his time, knowing exactly what he was doing, letting your eyes roam over him as he peeled the fabric from his broad shoulders and let it fall.

"You’ve been a fucking brat all day." His voice was silk and sin, smooth yet dripping with something dangerous. "Sending me pictures while I was at work—" The zipper came down in one slow drag. "—knowing damn well I couldn’t do shit about it."

Your breath hitched when he shoved his pants and boxers down in one motion, his thick cock springing free, already painfully hard.

"You’re gonna take care of this," he rasped, palming himself lazily, eyes locked onto you.

Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but Mingi didn’t miss it. He smirked, stepping under the spray, the water running down his body in rivulets, droplets clinging to the sharp edges of his muscles.

"You know what I should do?" He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something dark, something wicked. "I should fuck you against this wall." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "Shouldn’t even let you adjust. Just spread you open and take you—"

A sharp gasp left your lips.

He chuckled, cocking a brow as he stepped even closer, the heat of his body pressing against yours. His fingers trailed along your arm, up to your throat, his grip loose but possessive.

"Bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you?" he murmured, thumb brushing against your pulse. "You’ve been dripping for me since the moment you saw that picture. Knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me those."

His free hand trailed down, fingers teasing the curve of your hip before slipping lower.

"Tell me, baby," he rasped, lips ghosting over your ear. "Are you ready to take what’s coming to you?”

A slow, teasing smile curved your lips as you met his dark gaze, your lashes fluttering just slightly. “Mmm,” you hummed, tilting your chin up defiantly. “I don’t know… I think you talk a big game, Mingi. But are you really gonna do something about it?”

His jaw ticked, and for a split second, you saw the flicker of restraint in his eyes—the thin thread of patience that you knew was about to snap.

And then it did.

With a low growl, he crushed his mouth against yours, lips claiming you in a messy, desperate kiss. His tongue swept past your lips without hesitation, hot and insistent, tasting, devouring, punishing you for every teasing word, every taunting glance. The kiss was wet, sloppy, his breath heavy as he groaned into your mouth, like he was finally letting himself have what he’d been craving all damn day.

His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his cock pressing against your stomach, hot and throbbing. You moaned into his mouth, fingers curling into his damp hair, but before you could even think about deepening the kiss, he was yanking away.

“Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough, thick with impatience.

You hesitated just long enough to see the dangerous glint in his eyes before his hand shot out, curling into your wet hair. A sharp gasp left your lips as he tugged, tilting your head back just enough to arch your spine. His other hand pressed firmly against your lower back, forcing you against the cool shower wall.

“You wanna play games?” he murmured, his voice low, taunting. “Then let’s fucking play.”

A shiver ran through you, anticipation making your pulse spike. His grip tightened, holding you exactly where he wanted you, his breath hot against your shoulder. And then—

He thrust into you in one smooth, punishing motion, stretching you open without warning.

A strangled moan tore from your throat, pleasure-pain searing through your body as he filled you to the hilt, not giving you a second to adjust. The stretch was intoxicating, overwhelming, but you could feel how much he needed this—how much he had craved this moment, how much he had been holding back all fucking day.

"Fuck," Mingi growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "This is what you wanted, huh? To get fucked like a little brat who doesn’t know when to stop teasing?”

You barely managed a breathy whimper before he pulled back, only to slam into you again, harder this time, sending you onto your toes. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the air, mixing with the steady rush of water and the filthy, wrecked noises slipping past your lips.

Mingi was relentless, his thrusts rough and unyielding, every snap of his hips a reminder of exactly why you shouldn’t have teased him. His hand fisted in your hair, keeping your back arched as he fucked into you with punishing force, his chest heaving behind you.

"This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? Bent over, dripping, begging for me to use you.”

A broken moan left your lips, and Mingi chuckled darkly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his grip tightening. “I’m just getting started.”

His hand tightened in your hair, tugging just enough to make your scalp tingle, your back arching deeper. His other hand splayed over your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he pounded into you, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure rippling through your body. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin filled the steamy air, each slap of his hips against your ass punctuated by his ragged breathing.

"Fuck—" Mingi groaned, voice wrecked, like he was losing himself in the feeling of you wrapped around him. "You feel so fucking good, baby. So damn tight—like you were made for me."

You whimpered, pressing your cheek against the shower wall, your knees threatening to buckle under the force of his thrusts. But Mingi wasn’t about to let you collapse—not when he was in the middle of breaking you apart.

His grip shifted, one hand leaving your hip to trail up your side, fingers brushing over your ribcage before sliding up to cup your breast. He kneaded the soft flesh roughly, thumb flicking over your hardened nipple, making you jolt under his touch.

"That’s it," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction as he felt your body tremble beneath him. "Taking me so fucking well. "Such a messy little thing. Look at you—moaning like a whore just because I’m fucking you.”

A soft whimper left your lips, but before you could answer, his hand slapped against your ass, the sharp sting making you cry out. The impact sent a fresh wave of heat surging through your core, your walls fluttering around him as pleasure mingled with the delicious burn of his palm.

Mingi chuckled darkly, rubbing over the spot he had just smacked before delivering another sharp slap.

"Fuck—" he hissed as he felt you clench around him, his rhythm faltering for a second. "You like that, huh? Like when I put you in your place?"

"Y-yes," you gasped, barely able to form the words.

"Yeah? I bet you do," he rasped, his fingers tightening in your hair as he yanked your head back, forcing your spine to arch even deeper. "Bet you fucking love being used like this. Bent over, dripping, begging for me to ruin you."

His words sent a shudder straight through you, your body throbbing with need.

Mingi smirked, leaning in to press his lips against the shell of your ear. "You're such a good little slut for me, baby," he murmured, his tone softer now, almost sweet—but the way his hips snapped into you said otherwise. "So fucking perfect, taking everything I give you."

His teeth scraped over your shoulder before he bit down, marking you, claiming you. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure through your system, your moan spilling into the air as your nails clawed at the slick shower wall.

Mingi groaned against your skin, his hips losing their rhythm, growing rougher, more erratic.

"Mine," he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. "Every fucking inch of you—mine."

Mingi could feel it—your body trembling beneath him, your walls tightening like a vice around his cock, your moans turning high-pitched and breathless. You were right there, dangling on the edge, and he was going to push you over.

"That's it, baby," he murmured, his fingers tightening around your throat just enough to make your head spin. "Come for me. Show me how much you fucking love this."

His free hand dropped between your legs, fingers finding your swollen, neglected clit. The second he pressed down, rubbing harsh, tight circles, your whole body jerked, pleasure slamming into you like a tidal wave.

A sharp, broken cry tore from your throat as you came, your orgasm hitting so intensely that your legs nearly gave out. Your walls fluttered wildly around his cock, squeezing him so tight it made him curse under his breath.

"Fuck, fuck—just like that," he groaned, chasing his own high now, slamming into you with reckless, desperate thrusts. "God, you’re so fucking tight when you come—"

His grip on your hips turned bruising as he buried himself deep, his cock throbbing as his own orgasm crashed over him. His moan was low and guttural, his breath hot against your ear as he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim with his warm, silky white cum.

But Mingi wasn’t finished.

Before you could even recover, before your body could stop shaking, he pulled back slightly—then slammed back into you, deeper than before.

A strangled gasp left your lips, your body convulsing at the sudden overstimulation. "M-Mingi—!"

"Oh, baby," he cooed, mock sympathy dripping from his voice. "Too much?"

But his hips never slowed. If anything, he fucked into you harder, faster, his cock bullying past your sensitivity, rubbing against that sweet, overstimulated spot with every relentless thrust.

Your hands scrambled against the wet tile, your head spinning, pleasure too much, too sharp, your body unsure whether to pull away or press back into him.

"Mingi—! I c-can’t—"

"You can," he growled, fisting your hair tighter, forcing your back to arch even deeper. "You will."

His fingers found your clit again, rubbing it mercilessly. Your body was breaking, splintering apart under the overwhelming sensation.

"You’re gonna squirt for me," he murmured, his voice rough, commanding. "I know you can, baby. Come on—be my good girl and soak me."

Your breath hitched, everything in you coiling tighter and tighter, nerves fried, mind blank, only able to feel him—his cock pounding into you, his fingers working your clit, his grip keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

The pressure built impossibly high, and then—

You shattered.

A cry ripped from your throat, your entire body locking up as waves of white-hot pleasure crashed over you. Your walls spasmed violently around his cock, and suddenly, you were gushing, soaking his thighs, dripping down onto the shower floor as your orgasm wrecked you.

Mingi groaned, his thrusts turning wild, erratic, as he fucked you through it, milking every last drop from you. "Fuck, that's it—so fucking pretty, baby, look at you—"

Your body convulsed, twitching under him, barely able to handle the intensity of it. Tears pricked your eyes, your moans turning into soft, desperate whimpers.

But Mingi wasn’t stopping.

"One more," he panted, his grip tightening. "Give me one more, baby."

And you knew—you weren’t getting out of this until he got exactly what he wanted.

Your body was trembling—wrecked, overstimulated, barely able to keep yourself upright against the shower wall.

His hand released your hair, only for his arms to hook around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasped, feeling his cock still buried deep inside you, still hard, still throbbing, still demanding more.

"Mingi—" your voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper.

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, deceptively sweet, before dragging his tongue up the column of your throat, tasting the sweat and water beading on your skin. "One more, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I know you can take it."

Before you could even process his words, he was moving.

With effortless strength, he spun you around, pressing your back against the cold shower tiles. His hands gripped the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up until your legs wrapped around his waist. The new position had him sinking even deeper into you, the stretch making your head fall back against the wall with a strangled moan.

"F-fuck—" you gasped, your nails digging into his slick shoulders.

Mingi groaned, rolling his hips slowly at first, dragging his cock in and out of your oversensitive, drenched pussy, feeling every twitch, every flutter. "You’re shaking, baby," he mused, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, his tone teasing. "Is it too much?"

You could barely breathe, let alone answer, your body caught between unbearable overstimulation and insatiable need. But Mingi wasn’t going to let you recover.

His hands slid down to grip your ass, and then he snapped his hips up into you, hard and punishing, making you choke on a moan.

"Yeah?" he groaned, fucking into you mercilessly, pressing you harder against the shower wall. "That’s what I thought."

The new angle had him hitting impossibly deep, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. His grip was bruising, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he used it to pull you down onto his cock with every brutal thrust. Your body felt like it was on fire, caught between unbearable pleasure and the sweet agony of being pushed past your limits.

"You wanted this, didn’t you?" Mingi panted, his lips trailing down your throat, his teeth grazing your skin. "Wanted me to fuck you dumb, make you cock drunk, huh—"

You whimpered, head lolling to the side as he sucked a deep mark onto your neck, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin before biting down just enough to make you cry out.

"Such a good fucking girl," he murmured against your throat, his voice low, velvety, sending shivers straight to your core. "Taking it so well for me. Letting me use this pretty pussy however I want."

Your body clenched around him, and Mingi groaned, feeling your walls fluttering dangerously close to release again.

"You're gonna come again, aren’t you?" he rasped, pressing his forehead against yours, his pace growing wilder, more desperate. "Gonna soak me like the filthy little thing you are?"

Your thighs quivered around his waist, your entire body trembling, nerves fried, pleasure curling unbearably tight in your stomach. You were right there—on the edge of another devastating climax, so sensitive it almost hurt, but so fucking good you never wanted him to stop.

Mingi leaned in, lips brushing yours, his voice nothing but a breathless command.

"Come for me, baby."

His fingers found your clit again, rubbing harsh, desperate circles, and that was it—your body shattered, a sharp, broken moan ripping from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you.

A gush of wetness flooded between your bodies again, and Mingi groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock throbbing violently as you squirted around him, soaking his abs, his thighs, dripping down between you.

"Fuck, f-fuck—" he choked, watching the way your body writhed, how you pulsed, how your head tipped back in pure, mindless pleasure. "God, that’s so fucking hot. Such a good little slut for me, making a mess like this.”

His hips snapped into you a few more times, frantic, desperate, before he buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep as he came inside you with a low, wrecked moan.

For a long moment, the only sound in the bathroom was the heavy panting of your breaths, the soft hum of the shower still running.

Mingi let his forehead rest against yours, his hands smoothing up your back, holding you close, grounding you both.

Then, after a beat, he chuckled, voice rough but laced with something undeniably fond.

"You," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, "you are never allowed to tease me while I'm at work again.”

You smiled, “yeah, sure..” a glint of bratiness in your words.

He looked at you with dark hunger, his gaze dropping to your ruined body. “Hmm, now that I think about it, I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Maybe I should keep you full of me all night.”

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[fadedtoneverland]

[12:18:am] softer, honey | k.hj

cw: fluff, gn!reader, reader being smitten for mullet!joong, lowk tooth rotting fluff

made this for my bestie @dead-end-fanfiction

imagine being in a relationship with hongjoong when he still had his mullet…

he joked about it looking silly at first, not used to having hair grow over the nape of his neck. but oh, you were in love. the soft brown color almost gave him an innocent, fawn like charm… and yet he still retained that eccentric sharpness that was uniquely hongjoong.

before he chopped it off, joong kept it a little longer he intended to, all because of you. the way you’d just smother him with compliments, saying how handsome he looked with this style… ugh, that did something to him.

hongjoong remembered one time, he was just in the studio, mindlessly conjuring up some new beats and rhythms. you were behind him, hands idly playing with his fluffy brown hair while he worked meticulously on the desktop. the way your fingers scratched just right on his scalp… it was like a soothing balm to the pounding headache he was having.

hongjoong didn’t even realize he was making soft humming noises, ‘till he hears your little giggle.

“it really feels that good?” you teased.

he huffed in response, unable to hide the smile tugging at his lip. “perhaps.”

“good,” you said, continuing to caress those perfectly wavy strands of hair. “because i could do this forever.”

hongjoong sighed, almost dreamily. he was relaxed. he hasn’t felt that in a while with how busy he’s been.

“you really like the hair, huh?” hongjoong stated while turning his head slightly to look at you.

“duh. it’s gorgeous.” you chuckled.

“please never cut it. it’s too precious.”

“what? you want me to look like rapunzel then?”

you both laughed. just soft, genuine giggles.

hongjoong eventually resumed his work, while you went off to the arm chair in the corner to take a small nap. damn, you would even sleep in the studio if it meant being near the damn hair. but hongjoong can’t lie, he was enjoying the attention his hair was getting him.

he was thinking just maybe, he’ll keep long for a bit more. for you, and for his precious compliments.

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[flymetothexmoon]

Text Messages + Photos

Warnings: 18+

Mention of regulated pain medication in the form of a pill. MxF sending sexual, consensual photo's. Implied Breeding Kink. Language.

Authors Note: not rly sure what the word count is, but it's a long one. shamelessly i tend to prefer reading longer 'fics so hopefully you stay with me 'till the good parts. enjoy :')

Ask Box is open.

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It was quiet.

It was the kind of quiet where you could not even hear your own breathing.

The day was long, and the night was even longer, as you tried to feel something while simultaneously nothing at all. You stretched, desperate, as the faint sound of the bones in your body releasing the build up's from the day you had.

Satisfied, you extended your arm outward, reaching for something on your nightstand. Your fingers found what they were looking for, and without ever looking in that direction, your fingers moved from side to side as you opened what you searching were for.

Pop.

The sound of a bottle opening, and you swore the noise alone could have woke a colony of ants with hot quiet it was. Extending downward, you could feel the different textures on your fingertips as you dug deeper, the pill bottle being the prize and your hand being the crane like in the arcade game you use to love as a kid. Finally, you felt something, and your hand moved upward as you reached what you were looking for, exposing it to the outside.

Your eyes traveled downward, looking at the pill your hand; it was circular, and pale blue in color. Slowly, you could feel your eyes closing as you brought the pill to your lips, swiftly swallowing its contents and feeling the rigid edges tickle against your throat.

You did not even realize that your eyes had remained closed until the faint vibration of your phone buzzed next to you, your eyelids fluttering open, the feeling of your eyelashes hitting your bottom lids like tiny butterflies.

The Legend: Senorita. U up?

A small laugh escaped your lips as you read who the message was from-- Thanos, one of the only men you'd ever willingly given your phone number to, solely he begged you for it, and fittingly enough, made sure you remembered who it was every time he messaged you, the nickname he gave himself to every person he met, but only allowed select few to actually call him by and you were lucky enough to be on the list. Lucky you.

Your fingers glided across your home screen, unlocking its contents to get a better view of the text messages, all your previous conversations with him on display.

Your Contact Name: si, sénior. what are you up to?

Giggling, you played into his game of throwing random English and Spanish speaking words in his vocabulary. The first time he ever spoke Spanish in front of you he was trying to order a special kind of Tequila and ended up completely butchering the punctuation, making you do the smile, laugh, and shoulder hit you only see in the movies or in television drama's.

Everyone in your circle could feel the tension between you two, sometimes even your own mind would get cloudy with was really happening vs. what was just friends gossiping among friends.

Ding.

Another text message came in.

The Legend: mh'mm... call me that and again and u will find out ;) just got home from being out... why didnt u show ur pretty little face tonight?

Truth be told, you were not even aware that your mutual friends were going out tonight, let alone that Thanos would be there. Your lips curved into a frown, slightly disappointed that you were unaware, but also silently thankful because your body definitely needed the rest from the workload you had endured earlier.

You were about to respond, then it hit you... he called you pretty.

Your Contact Name: was too tired. work sucked. missed you handsome.

Your heart fluttered slightly at the boldness of your own words, and you could feel your eyelids getting heavy as the pill you took just moments before was starting to take effect. Shifting your body slightly, the feeling of your bones rattling as you sat upward, pillows against your back.

The Legend: u know... work does not need to be the only thing that sucks in ur life

Just as quick as your mind started to get numb, a shot of electricity woke up inside of you.

Your Contact Name: mmm. no? pls eleborate, sénior.

On the other side of town, Thanos was on the floor of his best friend's apartment, phone in hand, grinning like a kid in a candy store as he read your text messages. The electricity shooting through his body as well, feeling it hard to control another feeling he was experiencing down below.

The Legend: señorita how about i show u instead?

The text was risky, but that was what Thanos lived for and at this point his finger was on the trigger and your response was the bullet, quick and loud as the invisible smoke hung around the air.

Your Contact Name: i'll be waiting.

Thanos' eyes darkened at your message, quickly closing them, as he gripped onto his phone so hard his finger accidentally grazed his lock button and closed his home screen. The clicking sound of his home screen forced his eyes open as he looked behind him, his best friend Nam-gyu, passed out behind him with no visible trace of ever waking up any time soon, his chest slowly rising up and down and his mouth slightly ajar.

For a brief moment, Thanos actually thought about how he should reply. Usually when he would get into a suggestive texting conversation with a woman, he would waste no time and either invite her over or depending on his mood send her a picture of his cock, but with you, he wanted to write a novel with his words about what he'd do to you and wanted each picture he sent to feel like a goddamn piece of art.

He chose the later, looking over his shoulder one last time to make sure his friend was asleep as he positioned himself against the bed frame, his back, while still covered by his shirt, hitting the cold metal as he swiftly moved his pants around and allowed his cock time to breathe. His hand was warm, and slightly clammy, he did not care. Releasing himself, he felt the base smack against his stomach as he positioned himself better so the whole thing was captured. Thanos was a lot of things, but one thing he was not was an ammature at taking photos of his cock.

The Legend: u like baby??

That was all it took for the two of you start testing the waters of your friendship, asking questions, sharing intimate details, sending photographs and the occasional video, and praising each other, before Thanos finally sent you the message that send literal chills down your spine and simultaneously made your hands sweat.

The Legend: señorita ur so fucking sexy... do u know what u do to me? if i could have one night with u without our fucking idiot friend group i would destroy u. push my thumb so deep in u and turn u upside down so there was no potential way for my cum to escape u... m'mm... fucking force u to feel it

Just like that, he lost you. Your breathing was heavy and your left two three fingers were covered. Embarrassed, but also slightly aroused by yourself, you positioned your camera so he could see you on display, see your hand as you one handingly typed out your final message to him...

Your Contact Name: well sénior... guess that means you need to come over for round two.

[nihilnovisubsole]

Hello I see you worked on avowed I'm playing it right now. I just wanna say. To Whoever decided I should be allowed to SPOILERS confess Feelings to Kai despite there being no traditional companion romance system. END SPOILERS Kisses you on the mouth. i love him so much. He's such a loveable, charming character and Brandon Keener's voice work has me giggling and kicking my feet while I play.

i believe it was carrie patel who made the decision to write that for kai. we knew brandon could pull it off admirably. i'll pass your message along!

i don't want to speak for anyone or stomp on any NDAs, but i don't think the perception that obsidian hates romance is true. for all i know, it was true at some point, but i've picked people's brains about it, and i've heard a whole spectrum of thoughts beyond "ew girl cooties lmao." some aren't opposed to it, but have no desire to do it themselves. some are interested in trying, but nervous about their inexperience. others think the whole narrative team should be bought in to writing romanceable characters to make it worth the effort. we even have a handful of advocates who love writing it and think we should rise to the challenge in a bioware-and-BG3 world. frankly, it comes down far less to "does obsidian dig romance" and far more to the dull math of production costs. do we have the time and resources? that sort of thing.

how do i feel about it? i mean, of course i'm a sicko, so i think it'd be great fun to write romanceable characters someday. i'd probably want to consider the characters carefully, though. if i'm going to shoot a shot like that, i have to bring my A game!!

[voitier]

𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽... your angel of a boyfriend always respected your wishes and boundaries. but what happens when you feel your resolutions slowly crumble to the ground?

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈... [smut!] teasing, making out, mentions of dry humping, fingering, reader's first time, softdom!gguk × inexperienced!reader, gentle sex, mentions of discomfort during penetration.

▸ 𝓔𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮

▸ 𝔀.𝓬: 2𝓴 +

There were certain things you absolutely loved about your boyfriend, like the way his eyes lit up in excitement when you cooked him his favourite meal, or the way his natural non-toxic masculine energy immediately put you at ease, making you slide into your soft feminine energy naturally. This was probably one of the first things you noticed even before you got together, slowly becoming aware of how well you fit into a balanced dynamic that you both felt comfortable in.

But, most of all, you loved the way he never pushed you to do things you weren't keen on doing, never made you feel like you had to something for him "because he said so", never forced anything. Always treated you so well, so gently, so lovingly. He held you at night tight enough like he was afraid you would slip from his arms, but also so delicately like he was scared he could break you if he made a tiny mistake, the same way glass shatters to the ground if you're not careful enough.

So it shouldn't have been a surprise when you told him you weren't ready to have sex just yet, tears striking down your face in fear he would leave you right then and there, and he didn't even appear to be annoyed by that. If anything, he ran you a warm bubble bath, hugging you from behind while cuddling you and whispering sweet nothings to reassure you that no, he wouldn't leave you for that and yes, he would wait as long as you needed. 

"Thank you," you had whispered, sniffling softly as the sobs finally subdued. Jungkook gathered the bubbles in the palm of his hand, blowing them in your face. His expression visibly relaxed as you giggled, wiping the scented bubbles that landed on the tip of your nose. 

"Princess, I don't want you to feel pressured about doing anything with me, got that? I could never leave you, I love you too much. also, your cute little face got me wrapped around your pinky."

A few months had passed from that moment, and he had kept his promise. This doesn’t mean that you never shared moments of intimacy, but rather that you both opted for things that you liked and were comfortable in, like grinding while making out, or giving and receiving oral. And you always felt so at ease, so sure that he would never take advantage of you in any way or form.

But as time went on, you felt your resolutions slowly crumble to the ground: it all started with following him on set, watching mesmerized as he posed for the camera. He was magnificent in his expressions, in his demeanor, in the way he rocked the outfits given by the CK company. He was confident, alluring, his muscles moving in a way that made you feel tingly all over. His eyes caught yours, crouched on the chair behind the camera, trying to be invisible to the eyes of all the professionals that hurriedly walked around you. You watched as a weird glint sparkled in his eyes, his lips curling in a knowing smirk briefly before he snapped back into character, leaving you a flustered, breathless mess. You weren’t entirely sure, but after that it looked like he posed even sexier for the camera, manipulating his body so that it could allure you in the same way a siren’s song allures pirates before devouring them. and god, did it work…

You shifted around uncomfortably, fiddling with your phone, looking around at anything to tear your eyes from your boyfriend, trying to ignore the wetness pooling between your legs. and Jungkook took notice of every effort you made to hide your need, quite amused by it all. Soon after, the director called for the end of the day, screaming loud enough for everyone to hear “good job, guys, see you tomorrow!”, clapping his hands and stopping by the photographer to discuss something about the lightning of some photos. 

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, stretching his body to relax his tensed limbs before making his way to you, chuckling darkly when he noticed you acting like you weren’t paying any attention to him. he leaned over you, trapping you between his arms as his lips hovered your ear. “What's wrong, princess?” he purred, nibbling softly your earlobe. Your breath struck in your throat at his sultry tone, and you prayed he couldn’t hear your heart thrumming in your chest, or your hands shaking by your side. You felt like you were floating in a bubble where nothing mattered aside from his presence, and his musky cologne that clouded your senses and made your head dizzy. You closed your eyes breathing it in, parting your lips slightly to let out a soft breath.

Jungkook hummed pleased at your responsiveness, cupping your jaw with his warm hand. He traced your bottom lip with his thumb, staring at it almost as if hypnotised by his own action, pulling it down softly before murmuring “let’s go home, princess”, a tinge of urgency lacing his words. 

The drive home was probably the quickest you’ve ever been in, with Jungkook’s foot slamming the pedal to the ground, one hand grabbing possessively your thigh and fingers touching where you most need him with featherlight pressure. As soon as the car pulled into the driveway Jungkook was quick to pick you up and bring you inside, pushing your back against the door as soon as it closed behind you. 

His lips immediately found yours, pulling you into a desperate kiss. He gently pulled your hair at the back of your neck, angling your face better in order to deepen the kiss. You moaned, the sound swallowed by your boyfriend’s lips, hands tugging at his shirt to take it off. Jungkook pulled back slightly, groaning at the sight of your swollen red lips and hooded eyes. “Bedroom?” he asked, throwing his shirt on the ground.

“Yes, please” you whispered, following him around the house as more kissing and more stripping occurred, ending up in the bedroom already half naked and even more worked up than before. You wiggled out of the shirt that covered your chest and your panties-clad bottom, straddling your boyfriend’s lap as he sat against the headboard.

“C’mon, princess, you know what to do” he said, hands holding your thighs firmly while you rocked back and forth, whimpering as his still clothed boner provided the perfect friction against your aching clit. “Want… more,” you cried out, hips rutting desperately. Jungkook’s lips latched on your skin, sucking deep purple spots all over your neck and collarbones. “Yeah?” he asked against your flesh, “what is it that you want, princess?”

Your cheeks burned at the embarrassment, yet it didn’t stop you from whimpering “want you inside me”. You felt your boyfriend’s body tense beneath you, his kissing stopping on the spot. His hand cupped your jaw, keeping you in place as his eyes locked with yours. “What did you say, princess?”

If possible, you felt your whole body catch on fire just from his tone alone, trying to divert your gaze as you repeated shyly “want… want you inside me. Please”. You swore you felt his cock throbbing at your words, his pupils completely blown out in lust. The fingers that held your jaw twitched briefly before he asked “you’re sure, princess?”, struggling to hide the restraint in his voice. You nodded, rocking your hips tentatively to spur him on.  

He bit his lip, trying to hold back the smile that threatened to break over his face. He failed at that, though, and a happy giggle escaped his lips as he switched your position, letting you fall on the soft pillows, your back landing on the mattress. He showered your face in excited kisses before he finally calmed down, a serious expression on his face. “Promise you’ll tell me if I'm hurting you or if you want to stop”. You smiled, nodding your head. “Pinky promise”. And just like that he was on you again, reaching a hand behind your back to flick your bra off your chest, sighing in pleasure once he cupped your breast in his hand, gently rolling your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Always looking so pretty,” he purred, reaching a hand down to unzip his pants, trying to take some pressure off his painfully hard member. He groaned, muttering a small “fuck,” before lowering his head on your torso, kissing his way down all the way to your panties. He pressed a hand on your thigh, keeping you spread over in front of his eyes. He smirked pleased at the wet patch on the baby blue fabric of your thong, rubbing his thumb up and down your clothed slit, then pressing his finger on your clit. “Oh fuck- please, Kook,” you moaned, bucking your hips up to gain some more friction. 

“Patience, princess,” he whispered, blowing softly on your clothed sex. You gasped at the feeling, trying to press your thighs back together, but you were stopped by Jungkook’s firm grasp that pinned you to the bed. “How sensitive,” he chuckled, teasingly licking a stripe up the drenched fabric. You whimpered, a string of pleas falling repeatedly from your plush lips as you grew progressively more desperate for more.

“Oh I know, I know, princess,” he cooed, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulling them down, throwing them somewhere on the floor. “Gonna make you feel so nice,” he continued, stopping to admire your glistening folds, all wet and leaking just for him. He ran his pointer finger between your folds, gathering your moisture before slowly slipping the finger in. 

“Oh-” you gasped, closing your eyes as Jungkook’s finger stroked your walls, curling it just right. “Gonna put another one in,” he murmured, slipping another finger in. A loud moan escaped your lips, spurring your boyfriend to move in quicker and deeper movements, his fingers hitting repeatedly your g-spot almost as if in a quest to let you release as many sounds as possible. Slick sounds and ragged breaths filled the room, your mind clouding into a hazy state. The bands in your stomach threatened to snap at any moment now, your walls fluttering around Jungkook’s fingers.

Said man, of course, wanted to toy with you a little longer before giving you the relief you needed, and that’s why he immediately pulled his fingers out, chucking darkly at your disappointed whines. He slipped the same two fingers in his mouth, moaning around them as your juices dripped on his tongue. “Always taste so good,” he groaned, leaning down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “Think you’re ready for me, princess?”

You nodded eagerly, though you couldn’t hide the nervousness pricking at the back of your neck. “Can you just… be gentle? Like, a lot? Pretty please”.

“Of course, princess, you don’t even have to ask. We’re gonna take it nice and slow, yeah?” of course there was no doubt that Jungkook already planned on taking it easy with you, nevertheless the confirmation was much needed for you, helping your nerves ease even a tiny bit. 

The man sat back on his knees, taking off his pants and briefs in one go. Even though it wasn’t the first time you had seen him completely naked, you couldn’t help but stare at him mesmerised. He was just that good looking, his body built the same way the greeks carved their most beloved statues. Your mouth ran dry at the sight, and your hands itched to explore every inch of flesh. 

Jungkook leaned back down, caging your head between his arms. He stroked your cheek lovingly, kissing you softly before asking “Do you want me to put a condom on?”

You shook your head, whispering “I’m still on the pill, it’s fine. Wanna feel you raw”. Your boyfriend closed his eyes at the confession, your desire of feeling him bare both arousing and touching. “Okay,” his hand reached between your bodies, holding his member in a firm grasp as he ran his almost purplish tip over your folds, gathering your wetness. 

“Oh god,” you choked out, your walls clenching around nothing. Finally, Jungkook aligned his cock with your entrance, looking at your face one last time before slowly pushing it in, holding you closer to his chest as you gasped in discomfort. “Kook…ngh, wait…”

“I got you, princess,” he cooed, stopping his motion immediately. He stroked your hair, and he didn’t even wince when you bit his bicep to ignore the discomfort between your hips. “‘s alright, love. I promise it’s gonna feel nice really soon, hold tight for me”.

You nodded, taking a shaky breath in before your boyfriend pushed a couple more inches or so inside you, settling deep before he stilled his movements, waiting for you to give him permission to do anything. Despite the uncomfortable sensation, you couldn’t ignore how full you felt and how good it felt to have him nestled inside your walls completely bare, allowing you to feel even the littlest throb. Meanwhile, your angel of a boyfriend did everything in his hold to distract you, from kissing your lips to nibbling your earlobe, wanting you to feel good yet feeling guilty because he couldn’t do anything to let the pain subside faster.

“Mmh- Kook… I think you can move now,” you croaked out, catching Jungkook’s attention. The man whispered a soft “okay,” then locked your lips in a slow and passionate kiss as he began moving, pulling out almost entirely before pushing back in, over and over again. Soon, you whimpers of discomfort turned into moans of pleasure, and Jungkook followed you by example. Noises of skin slapping skin echoed in the bedroom, almost harmonising with your moans and grunts. 

“Princess… can I- fuck, can I go faster?” you nodded again, throwing your head against the pillows as Jungkook’s hips picked up their pace, almost snapping against your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, jaw hanging low while your boyfriend got drunk on the sight, hissing as he felt himself approaching his orgasm at light’s speed. His hand reached down, toying with your clit to bring you closer to your finish line. However, he almost lost it all when you let out a loud, almost pornographic, moan, your walls sucking him in greedily. 

His brows furrowed in concentration, determined to make you cum before he did. “C’mon, princess, give it to me,” he grunted, applying the right pressure to your clit to make you completely unravel under him, whimpering and shaking as your walls fluttered around his dick. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, pulling out just in time to spill his warm milky white cum on your tummy, decorating your skin in ropes of white. 

He laid beside you with a huff, scanning your body with his eyes to check that everything was alright. He took a strand of hair falling onto your eyes and lovingly pushed it behind your ear, smiling at you softly as you opened your eyes back. “Doing alright, love?”

You hummed, feeling too weak to mutter out anything. Your body still shook with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you felt your sensitive sex still pulsing uncomfortably, but overall you felt great, and your mind wasn’t running miles per hour for once. 

Jungkook pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight. “C’mon, I’ll run us a bath. You’ve been so good, I love you so much, princess.”

© voitier 2025

⭒ a.n: first fic on here! let me know what you guys think, I'm so excited!

[darthwhorecrux]

Pssst...there's smut down there 👇🏻

"I don't get jealous," Shinji claimed.

You believed him. After being together for quite some time, he never showed the slightest hint of jealousy. Men approached you, mistaking you for being single, asked for your number, complimented you, asked you out, etc. etc, and all the while, Shinji would grin and laugh each time you told him or even when he was there. He never minded the affection you received from others, and if anything was proud that he was dating such a bombshell. That was all until you were tossing your head back in laughter at something Kisuke Urahara said, clapping your hand over your mouth, eyes crinkled and him smirking satisfactorily as he watched your reaction, side-eyeing Shinji as if to say, "you seeing this? She thinks I'm funnier than you!"

Shinji didn't get jealous, but now watching you laugh at Kisuke's goofy remark, he had nothing but murder on his mind, narrowing his eyes at the green-eyed, blonde-haired shopkeeper and silently daring him to tell another joke. If he got you laughing again, he swore he'd kill him. Who did he think he was, making his girl laugh when that was his job?

You hadn't noticed how mad it got Shinji, not until later that night when he was pounding into you ruthlessly, pinning you down to the mattress and grunting angrily into your ear from behind, "you think he's funnier than me? Think he could fuck this sweet little pussy as good as I do, huh?"

"No, no!" You promised Shinji, crying out as his pelvis snapped against your ass, drilling into you deep and hard. "No one makes me as happy as you do! And no - no one fucks me as good as - fuck - you do!"

It was music to Shinji's ears, having you reassure him in this way. Truthfully, you didn't know he was capable of getting so worked up over the way another guy interacted with you or vice versa. Your laughter was mostly forced. No one made you giggle as hard as Shinji did, and no one certainly fucked you as good as he did.

But if making him jealous meant you were going to get manhandled in this way more often, you may have had to find more ways to bring his jealousy out of him.

He was so cruel to you, slapping your ass shoving his fingers down your throat, pinching your nipples, and it had you cumming around him harder than ever, singing out praises and promises that he was the only man for you. It had him cumming hard too, collapsing over you and pulling you tight against him as he rubbed your sore bottom and peppered kisses all along your face and head.

"I really mean it when I say that no one makes me happy as you do," you told him, drawing invisible hearts onto his chest. "I hope you know that."

"I know," he murmured against your temple. "It just pissed me off - watching that bastard make you laugh so hard. You have the prettiest laugh. I was feeling protective over it, I guess."

"You're sweet, but my laugh sounds like a foghorn," you giggled gently.

"I'm super into foghorns then," he remarked. "Makes my dick hard."

"Kisuke is too," you teased.

"Oh," Shinji said sharply. "You're trying to get your ass spanked again."

"Perhaps," you grinned deviously.

"Bad girl," were the last words he uttered before pulling you into an equally viscous and soft round two, intimately reminding you that you were his and his only.

He still would never admit that he did in fact get jealous from time to time, but you didn't mind. You were grateful to have someone who was as protective and caring as Shinji, and to have someone who made love to you with as much intensity as him. If only he could be you for a day and know how in love with him you were, you were sure he would never feel jealous ever again.

P.S. I love my silly man Kisuke too don't come for me 💚

[bluebanisterscoded]

dont bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice

sabrinacarpenter!reader x chrissturniolo

summary:chris eats reader out till she cries before their date because she looked a little too good.

English isnt my first language!

first smut so might be bad

You were finishing up your makeup,you were just done with your hair and you had put on the prettiesr soft pink lingerie set with a dark blue sexy dress and heels

chris walks in the room and when he sees you he licks his lips “mh baby you look fine right now” you giggled slightly ���thanks baby”

10 minutes later

“mh!,chris dont stop” you screamed out,while chris was working his tounge on your clit and fingering you like a starved man who hadnt been fed for god knows how long

chris hummed against your clit and pulled away,but still slammed his fingers into you “s’it too much baby?”

you answered with more moans and whimpers

You moaned louder and your back arched when chris attached his mouth back onto your clit and you said “mh baby dont stop please” your thighs clenched around chris’s head and your hands tangled into his hair as you started crying from pleasure

5 Minutes later

chris finally stopped eating you iut like a starved man,and you put your clothes back on and looked in the mirror “baby you made me cry and i just did my makeup and chris spoke up “guess i brought you to tears when you just did ya makeup so mice huh?”

inspo from: @ishasturnz’s her account vibe or wtv

Isa/n:this is short asf but i feel like for my first smut this is alrighty

taglist:

@jensturnss @sturns-mermaid @sofiehigdon3 @http-bellaa @courta13 @tezzzzzzzz

[cillianmurphysdimples]

A Female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Fifty One)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful, and is all total bollocks.

Warning a for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

We Got Issues

Part Fifty One: Y/N notices that while intimate touches have continued since their fall out, sex has not. With Cillian leaving for America the next day, Y/N wants him to know she still wants him to give her all of him like he needs to, even after a fight. She wants to ensure he leaves for the US with that knowledge, with that memory. [Sexual scenes]

@cherrycilly @whatcjdidnext @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme @watermeezer @meadowshelby @lavender-haze-01 @strangeions @borntodiemp3

In the days since your epic fallout, Cillian had been extra attentive but very quiet. You'd made sure one another felt loved - he ensured he validated your feelings constantly, and you allowed every hug and kiss he searched out - but it felt a little distanced even in your deep love, and you hadn't had sex once. You hadn't denied him at all, but he hadn't instigated a single round. He had, however, taken care of himself twice in that time, which had both amused and annoyed you. You were not at all opposed to him masturbating; it wasn't a reflection on your sex life, you knew, except during those days, it was. With him leaving for America imminently, you want to make sure that the parting is a sweet one. You pull another coat hanger from the wardrobe, and hold it out towards Cillian. A sheer, black shirt with a rounded neck. He shakes his head, and you thrust it back into the wardrobe again. It's the fifth thing you've shown and the fifth thing he's rolled his eyes at. He's standing at the bedside with his suitcase open on the bed, making his way through his packing. It's five pm, and the two of you have been at this for a half hour already, since you'd finished work for the evening. He leaves for LA in the morning, and you wish you were going. Last year it had been an unreal experience to be beside him when we won his Oscar, and now he is returning to present the same award to this year's winner. You feel a little jealous to be missing out on seeing it come full circle. You have work, and you're halfway through your pregnancy, and you don't want to risk anything! “Are you bringing a couple of sets of PJs?” You ask, looking into the boxes at the bottom of his wardrobe that hold various items beneath the hanging ones. 

“I'm only there for three days, sure. And it'll be roasting. I'll sleep in my fecking boxers - or in the nip.” he laughs. “The doors have locks, Y/N; nobody’ll be in to be looking.” You giggle at his comment as you continue looking through the wardrobe. You toss two standard t-shirts over your head, taking them off the small shelf inside, and laugh again when he moans at you. Evidently your shot with both items was a little off - turning around, you see him bending to the floor to pick up the navy and white striped one, while the plain black one is slowly sliding off the headboard and about to disappear down between the bed and the wall. He's quick, though, and snatches it off before it drops. “Ah, here, are those black, high-waisted trousers with the clasp in there?” He asks, “Or are they in the ironing basket?” 

“Basket,” you say immediately. “Knew you wanted them so I washed them. I'll iron them when we're done with everything else here, I need to do my work blouse, too. I'm meeting the solicitor and Amanda tomorrow afternoon.” 

“I'll iron them all,” he says quietly. “But will you hand me out that bowtie, and the thin black tie, please?” He asks. Grabbing both items, you walk them over rather than throwing them. “Ah, go raibh maith agat.” He smiles and takes his opportunity, now you're closer, to loot a kiss. He hums against your lips, a contented sigh at your closeness. He takes the items from your hand and pushes them into the case near his pile of boxershorts and socks.”I wish you were coming. But I'll be glad to be getting back and, what is it, two days after I'm home is your scan?”  

“Scan's next Friday afternoon,” you say, nodding. “Gives you time to try and reset yourself after you're back Wednesday morning. It's the anomaly scan - the community midwife was telling me what to expect at my last appointment. It works out I'll be twenty two weeks or so, but she said it's fine. She said the screen is huge, and it's in 3D so we'll be able to make out her little face, and her fingers…Cill, what if she has your nose? Oh!” you beam at him, and he smiles back at you with his pillowy lips and his doughy cheeks, and those eyes sparkling. You don't want to miss him preemptively and make yourself maudlin before he's even left, but you already do. You remind yourself of your intentions for ensuring he leaves for America with his mind consumed by thoughts of you, cheering yourself up with the idea. “What time do you fly in the  morning?” 

“A quarter after ten,” Cillian says. You watch him fold the t-shirts you had thrown at him. He folds them in half then rolls them up into small sausage shapes. You had to hand it to him - stupid as it looked, it prevented creases and gave him more case space. He stands a moment, examining the case before him, with his hands on his slim hips. He'd been lounging for a lot of the day, comfortable in a pair of loose joggers bottoms and a t-shirt that was stretched, baggy, and strained with something weird along the torn pocket that sat over his right nipple region. His hair has been crazy all day, too, but that was mostly due to braving multiple trips into the garden, where the wind and rain had battered all day, smoking more than he had in the last couple of weeks. He smells of himself and cigarette smoke more than usual days, and probably could use a shower, but it was the fiercely domestic appearance and aura all of that combined gave him that made you want to pin him down and fuck him senseless. In your dry spell, whilst Cillian had taken matters into his own hands, you had not. 

“Oh, so we'll need an early night then.” You say, turning your back to him. You pretend to be examining the wardrobe, but you're trying not to either fall into a fit of giggles or make him immediately aware of your innuendous intentions for the night ahead. Nothing spectacular, by all accounts, but you want your mouth around him, and the taste of him on your tongue, and you were even willing to repeat your less preferred task of the whole operation, knowing full well it was something he'd been wildly turned on by (whilst never expecting you to do it). 

“Ah, y’know me, I wouldn't be turning down sleep, now!” He says, focused on his task. “I'll iron those things when I've done this, then we can get some dinner, yeah? I'll throw myself in the shower there before I get into bed.” 

“What, am I not getting a proper goodbye tonight then?” You ask him, turning back to see his reaction. He hasn't looked up at you but he's grinning towards his suitcase. “You're really going to disappear to America and leave me without a farewell fuck?” he scoffs a laugh and looks up at you. His eyes go all over you, as you stand near the end of the bed between it and the wardrobe, and smiles lopsidedly causing his left cheek to dip into a deep dimple. He's taking it as you'd hoped - I miss you, I miss your body, come back to me. 

“Have I ever?” He asks, and there's a gentle seduction to his voice, and in his expression. He's on board with the suggestion, of course, and you know when he gets what you're willing to offer a little later, you'll definitely be sending him off to the US with a memory to keep him going during his time alone. 

You laugh, “Yeah, one time.” 

His head tilts to the side slightly and he frowns but there's a small, if a little confused, smile across his lips. “What?” 

“Well, during the Small Things press - off you went for, what was it, two days of interviews? And, well, you didn't give me a hard going over before you went. To be fair to you, we'd had a row over that fucking car thing before, and I think you were punishing me.” You laugh. You are teasing - he was sweet and loving, you two just hadn't made love the day before he'd left - and you're thankful he catches that there's no malice in your words. He draws back his head, wrinkling the skin beneath his chin, and his mouth falls open, letting his tongue protrude onto his bottom teeth, as he laughs at your words. You rub your hand across your stomach as the baby twists and as your hand touches over your shirt, you feel a limb of some persuasion push in against your palm. ”Cill…” you thrust your free hand forwards. “Come here!” You open and close your fingers eagerly. You push lightly against your belly with your hand and once again you're treated to a return assault, bringing a wide smile to your face. Cillian tramps across the floor. As he stops before you, you lift your hand from your bump and grab his, planting it down where yours had been. You apply a little pressure to the back of his hand and watch his face - as you feel the baby move, your eyes are fixed on Cillian's face. His top teeth push down hard against his bottom lip and his eyes shine up, feeling his little girl responding to the pressure applied by his hand. You smile watching him, feeling and waiting for her movements again, and your smile widens when he brings his eyes up to you. 

“My girl in there,” he says as he releases his bottom lip. He brings his right hand up to your cheek and brings his face to yours, kissing you softly. “And my girl out here.” He whispers, close to your face. He keeps his left hand against your belly as he kisses you again, and you want to abandon all preplanning and fuck him right here as he applies a deep pressure to your lips with his. He presses his forehead to yours as he breaks the kiss. “I can forgo dinner and ironing…” he says breathily, taking his hand from your belly. He brings it up to the other side of your face. He kisses you again gently, then you feel him smirk against your mouth. “...and a shower.” He giggles softly. “And we can just…” he kisses you again. “...stay here, and…” 

You place your hands against his slim hips, feeling the groove of his bones even through the material of his joggers. If he's standing to attention, it's lost on you by the way your belly prevents pulling his hips flat to yours in his position these days. God help you when your belly grows more! “Your suitcase is on the bed, the room looks like a bomb went off in Dunnes, and…” you draw your head back slightly. “If you don't get this packing finished beforehand, you'll be going to America in your boxers.” You smile at him, and he pokes his tongue out at your refusal to grant him what he wants - even though it is you who planted the seed! 

“I've only to get the trousers,” he raises his eyebrows. “And I'll put that yoke on the floor.” He jerks his head towards the bed. “C’mon….” He pushes out his bottom lip. “Can't be going away tomorrow with the horn for days.” You smirk at the needy voice he moans at you with. And sure, I'm all for it now. If we go and fuck about downstairs I might lose the wind form my sail and then we'll both be disappointed.” 

You smile at his analogy, “Finish this first.” You say, tapping your hands against his hips. “Then I'll finish you!” 

As you fill the dishwasher after dinner, Cillian disappears upstairs for a shower. It is close to half eight by the time you follow his path up the stairs. You push your way into the bedroom, tidied and neat again now after the earlier clothing explosion, and Cillian's case was beside the armchair in the corner, waiting to be dragged down the stairs in the morning. With Cillian still in the bathroom, you strip yourself of your clothes and bra, and pull an old oversized t-shirt style nightdress over your boy-short knickers. You're exhausted, and keen to curl up in bed and sleep snuggled up alongside Cillian for the night, but you are determined to have an intimate and exciting night. You want the memory of his smell and taste in his absence, and you want a reminder of the feelings you have been missing since your blowout argument. You're not especially horny yourself, but you're needy for him - after Valentine's morning you've been thinking about how it had made you feel to take oral sex further than you usually did; it had turned your on to turn him on in that way, and you want to do it again. 

Leaving your removed clothes in a pile by the chair, you drop down onto the bed and move up awkwardly until you're smack in the middle. You intended to cross your legs, but it hurt your hips, so you sit with your arms back and pushed into your mattress and your legs stretched out before you. You feel a zip of excitement in your stomach when you hear the bathroom door drag open and the sound of Cillian groaning as he steps out into the landing. The colder air hitting his skin must have bothered him. You stare at the door, waiting for him to step into the bedroom, and you know you're smiling like a fool when he finally appears through the doorway. 

“Well, missus,” he smirks. “What's that face for?” He asks, clutching his towel around his waist. His hair is dripping wet and his body hasn't even been modestly dried at all. He's all freckles and angles, moist chest hair and a silly smirk, and you wonder if it's a blow job you're going for or you've changed your mind and want to ride him til the morning. “What?” He smiles wider.

You grin at him again, “Drop the towel.” You raise your eyebrows. 

“I'm soaked, Y/N, and I'm fucking foundered.” He tuts, but he's smiling.

“I'll warm you up.” You giggle, feeling ridiculous. “C’mon - drop the towel. I want to do something.” 

He raises his right eyebrow, “Like what?” He's slightly nervous, but still he is smiling. 

“Make you cum,” you say, and it feels like a terrible porno, but you can't help yourself. How else do you put it? “...with my tongue.” you keep your eyes on him, fixed on his face, and he flips from amused to surprised remarkably quickly. “If you're not feeling it, that's fine. We can sit in that chair and fuck, or you can eat me out… but I wanted to send you to America with at least one reason to want to come home again quickly.” His face changes and you worry for a moment. 

“I've a million reasons to come home to you,” he says, earnestly, but his voice has thickened up so you know your words are turning him on. “You know that.” 

You draw down the corners of your mouth. “You haven't had sex with me since the fight.” You say, risking ruining the mood. “But you wanted it. I know you did. You did it yourself at least twice. Why haven't we had sex?” You watch his Adam's apple bounce as he swallows hard, you're not sure if it's embarrassment at you calling out his masturbating (which he knows you don't care about) or if he's thinking about any specific reason for the lack of sex. “I want to give you head, I want you to know I want to do it. And I want you to know I want you, and we can have sex whenever you want, even if we've been fighting because I know it's…I know it makes things better for you, being intimately connected like that. And I want to fuck you right now, but I've promised myself that I want to give you a blow job…the way you like but never say.” 

Cillian tilts his head and frowns, “I don't expect…” 

“I know you don't.” You cut him off. “I want to. Like, I really want to. It's actually turning me on so much, so if you'll drop the fucking towel, and show me everything, then you'll be making me as happy as I'll be making you.” 

He scoffs an awkward, embarrassed laugh and draws his bottom lip in with his upper teeth. His left eyebrow rises up again and he keeps his eyes fixed on you. Not releasing his lip, he breathes in deeply and lets the black towel drop to his feet. The angles of his hips draw you in first, and then your eyes fall to his bellybutton, down his dark happy trail, and to his grown but neat nest of dark pubic hair. He isn't exactly at full mast, but your words and the intentions are starting to have an influence - his penis is slowly moving away from his scrotum and thickening before your eyes. He shifts his legs slightly, and you know he feels exposed just standing there naked with you simply staring back at him. You can't help it, though; you dance your eyes around his whole body, drinking every inch of him in. Every hair, every freckle, every protruding bone and mark on his flesh, and every miniscule twitch of his anticipating cock. 

It's awkward with your hips and bump, but you push yourself up into your knees and shuffle towards the edge of your side of the bed. Staying high up on your knees, you hold out both hands. “C’mere,” you whisper softly, watching his face. After a moment of deep breathing, he walks towards you with his hands out. You don't take his hands, though. Instead, your hands around his freshly shaven face and press your hips hard against his. Immediately, his hands go to your arse cheeks - just peeking out beneath the hem of your nightie. You lay firm kisses against his marshmallow lips, moving your head to alternate pressure and taste every corner of his mouth. He gives the same pressure back, and runs his tongue across your bottom lip as you sigh into his mouth. You're certain you're needier than him right now, and you're not sure why. His hands knead against your bum and he pulls your body to his carefully - mindful of your position and or your belly - and you can feel his now fully at attention cock against your groin as he moves you closer. In your head you want to be on your knees and serving him, and for that you want him sitting. You draw back your head but keep his head held tightly in your hands. You nod towards the chair behind him in the corner. “Sit down.” 

He stares back at you, and those eyes of his are so intense it's nearly impossible to keep to your desired plan. “In the chair?” He says, and he's so husky that you know you have him in the palm of your hand. 

You nod your head slowly, “In the chair.” You repeat. You can see he's self-conscious about his nudity as he walks, frowning a little as he sits into the chair, and you stay kneeling on the bed as he looks back at you. When he goes to cross his right leg up onto his left, you shake your head. “No…” you smile softly. Reaching down for the hem of your nightshirt, you drag it off over your head and drop it down beside you on the bed. But for your underwear, you're now naked too. He looks back at you still, and he smiles ever so slightly into his left cheek. “Touch yourself.” You say, and you surprise yourself at the request just as much as you know you've surprised him. 

“What?” He scoffs. 

Going with it, especially as you feel an intense throbbing around your vulva, you nod your head. “Touch yourself,” you repeat..”I want to see. Show me what you do when I'm not there. What you'll do when you're in LA and I'm here.” He swallows hard, and you can hear it as clearly as you can see it. “...and I want to make sure you're fully ready, so I can take every last bit if you in.” You watch him swipe his tongue across his bottom lip. You shift a little so that you can come down off your knees, and move so that you're sitting on the edge of the bed, let's hanging over the side. “Please?” You're not sure if he'll comply, and if he says no you won't push it at all, but you can see something in his eyes that has you wondering which direction he'll go. Still, even in your indecisive mind, you're surprised when he casts his eyes away from yours and shyly reaches down with his right hand. You raise your eyebrows and bite down against your bottom lip as you watch him. 

He curls his right hand around his penis, and in one slow stroke draws the foreskin back gently. You watch as he shifts his hand slightly, and wonder then if he isn't a fan of when you resheath him. He makes sure his hand positioning would prevent that as he begins to slowly glide his hand back and forth. He keeps his thumb almost raised away from his body, more fucking his hand than stroking himself, and you can't take your eyes away. He moves slowly, in a way you would consider to be teasing him if you were giving him a hand, and then it occurs to you that he likes the slower, deeper movements and that that must be what he imagines. You watch as he finally closes his thumb down and begins stroking only right below the head, moving still in slow movements but in an enclosed palm. You can see he looks thicker, firmer, and you know he's making himself painfully ready for whatever you're offering. And still - still - he hasn't looked at you. You get down off the bed, dragging your pillow with you, and walk across the space to the chair. You drop the pillow at his feet and place your hands on his thighs for leverage as you get down onto your knees on the pillow. He stills his hand at your touch and releases himself, and his cock stands proudly, jolting slightly at its abandonment. Not that you'll leave him like that for long, you know, but what a sight it was a small, pearlescent droplet if precum oozes down the underside of his swollen head. 

He legs his legs drop wider, knees spreading, and you look up at him. His eyes are fixed on yours again now, and his pupils are blown wide. His cheeks are pink and his lips are bruised from his constant biting. You move towards between the space he has created for you and inhale his smell deeply as you get closer. You move both hands up to his hip bones, though you're not sure it's comfortable for either of you, and without touching him with a single finger, you lower yourself down over the head of his penis with your mouth open wide. As you close your lips around his thick shaft, he you hear his first breathy moan. Almost instnatly, his left hand cups around the back of your head. There's no pressure, no forcing, but the weight of his palm is there as his fingers pushed into your hair. You slowly sink down as far as you can, flattening the back of your tongue whilst cupping it around the underside of his cock. You practically lock your mouth into this position and glide up and down his full length in slow and seductive slides. He's breathing hard and loud - moaning in husky whispers - and you want to hear him like you did before. Little high-pitched moans, mewls almost, and you know that you'll get them if you just don't stop. You aim for a little more speed, and begin lifting and dropping your head quicker. You lap your tongue against the base of his head every time you pull back, then cup it around his entire underside as you sink back down again. You can feel a specific vein that runs underneath throbbing against your tongue, and each time his cock twitches it taps into your palate. He leaks precum almost in a rhythm - every time you sink your head back down and make a point of taking him to as far back in your throat as he'll go, you draw back with the delightfully unique taste of him falling onto the middle of your tongue. 

He's beginning to push his hips up, despite your hands against them, and you grant his persistence with even quicker movements of your head. You pull back and focus on the head, not that he's particularly large, but you consider that the head and half the half is going to achieve him what he's straining for. You move quickly, and even as you do his hand stays against the back of your head. He moves his legs back and forth beside you body - tightening around you before dropping open again - and you know how needy he is. You keep your lips rounded, and your tongue cupped, and you bob back and forth over the head of his cock. And there they come - those delightful sounds. 

“Uh…fuh… ah! Y/N…” he gasps, higher pitched and unintelligible. “Fuck…fuck…” he thrusts up towards your face, and you second guess your choices. You keep your quicker speed, but return to taking his entire length. Down as far as you can, back up with a lapping tongue. Down, up, down, up… his hand is heavy on your head and it pushes you down ever so gently, like he's sorry he's doing it. Down, up, down, up….your tongue is wrapped around his entire underside and he is almost constantly leaking down your throat. “Shit…shit…Y/N…shit…I'm…fuck…ahhh…” he thrusts up as you sink down and then sensation is a strange one as his cock twitches violently three times towards your palate. It isn't a nice feeling, but it isn't gag-inducing either. He cums hard towards the back of your mouth, and those spurting feelings you adore inside of you have a different sensation in your mouth. His fingers bend and flex in your hair, and he continues to huff high, breathy moans. “Jesus…fuck…ah…fuck.” You wait until the violent twitches have stopped before you slowly draw back your head, swallowing whatever remains in your throat as quickly as you can. His hand drops form your hair. 

You sit back a little and glide your hands up and down his thighs. His head is back against the chair back, and his mouth is wide open as he sucks in air. His cock, still swollen, sits back against his pubes and his balls still sit tightly up high. You move your hands up his legs and slowly run your right index finger up the underside of his sensitive penis. He huffs a laugh through his nose and his legs twitch dramatically..

“Ah, no… stop…,” he's smiling but his over-sensitive penis cannot take another second of attention. He sighs, his head still back, and drops his eyes straight to you. “You are…fucking good at that.” 

You smile at him widely. “I kinda got that by the fact that your cock was treating my soft palate like a bouncy castle.” He giggles and his tongue pushes out between his teeth. You place your hands on his thighs again and push yourself up to your feet awkwardly. “Love you, my love, but I can't sit on my feet any longer.” You laugh, stretching your back as you stand. “Stay there,” you hold out your hand as he moves a little. “Get your strength back because I can't carry you to bed.” 

He holds out both of his arms, though you can see he's putting effort into it to keep his sated body working. He opens and closes his hands and you reach yours out to him. He interlocks your fingers and drags you close. Once you're back between his knees, you bend down and grant him the kiss he's silently demanding. You wonder if he tastes himself, because you still can. “I love you,” he says as he draws his head back again. His eyes are sleepy and his face is still flushed. 

“If you don't wank yourself off to that while you're in America, I'm going to be so mad!” You smiling widely. 

“It's always you,” he says, frowning softly. “Always.” 

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Hi, I just read wandering Babies and I was wondering if I could maybe get a part two maybe a few months to year later, if not it's all good.

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Though he no longer had power or the fear of people around him, Negan felt like he was the top of the fucking world.

Warnings: mom!reader, I fucked with the timeline a bit (as always), pregnant!reader, fluff, mentions of the war and walkers, dad!Negan, no use of Y/N, vague mention of pegging and trying for a baby, suggestive WC: 1.6k Minors DNI

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Wandering Babies (part 1)

The ache in his back was getting worse by the second, but Negan was in no position to complain, at least not out loud. His hands seemed permanently caked in mud, the back of his neck perpetually sunburnt as he toiled away in the gardens of Alexandria. This was his penance, a redemption via servitude to the people he had tormented who had given him mercy at his weakest moment. 

He knew he deserved worse, so he kept his mouth firmly shut as he winched with earth painful twinge up his back.

“Daddy!” But that made it all better. Negan let out a groan of pain as he stood up, his joints screaming after being in the same position for hours. The sun hovered just above the horizon, painting the walled town in a golden light and silhouetted against the main square was the reason he kept working as hard as he did.

“Hi girls!” He called back. Immediately, the older two kids took off running, weaving their way through the rows of crops expertly all while their mother lazily trailed behind them, hand in hand with their youngest who was not yet confident enough to walk around Alexandria without one of his parent’s holding his hand.

Isabella, the faster of the twins, slammed into his open arms, her bubbly laugh instantly relieving the pain of the day. Negan’s grip was firm around his girl, breathing in the clean smell of her soap. “I wanted to hug daddy first!” Lucia wiggled her little body into the small space between his bent legs, sighing happily as she too got to wrap herself up in his warmth for the first time that day.

Though their weight pulled on his already strained back, he held them tighter still, gratefully sending out another than you to the universe for letting him keep the small family he had somehow swindled his way into. 

“Girls! Let daddy take a second to breathe before you smother him and I have to clean him up… again.” The sensually curvaceous shadow that fell over him suddenly gave the man a second wind. Arms tightening around the girls, he shot up, dragging their giggling bodies into the air and then he was stood above her— the absolute fucking love of his life.

“Now now mama, I happen to remember that you like cleaning me up. May I remind you of that wonderful jacuzzi tub with the 12 separate jets. Huh, baby?” Her lips curled into an almost vicious frown but Negan saw just how her eyes sparkled and he would bet his left fucking arm that there was a a nice little heat crawling up her neck.

“You are a dirty pervert.” She scolded as she pulled barely four year old onto her wide hip, his chunky hand clinging to the buttons of her shirt.

“What’s a pervert mama?” Lucia blurted out. Negan responded by skillfully flipping her little body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, sending her into another fit of screaming giggles. He knew he was gonna pay for that later, in more ways than one.

“And how is my favourite little man?” Tomas grinned at his father, proudly showing off his pearly whites. 

“I made buns!” Negan’s greying brow lifted as his lips turned up. She knew exactly what he wanted to say next and she was not going to indulge him. 

“And some spaghetti for dinner. The girls made the sauce.” The smile that graced her face made her glow in the last dredges of sunlight, her heart laid out plainly before him like it was the day the girls had first called him dad, the first time she let him take care of her. 

“Then c’mon, daddy’s fudging hungry!” 

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“Roll over.” Dinner was done, baths had and then the bathroom floor mopped, and all the children were now peacefully sleeping in their beds. Negan had all but collapsed onto the mattress, his aching muscles screaming in relief.

“Baby, you know I love you and find you sexy as shit but I don’t do the whole ‘taking it’ route.” He obeyed anyway, his face burying into the pillows on her side of the bed. “‘Sides, don’t think I could get the big guy up right now if I tried.” 

The bed dipped around his hips as a weight settled just below his ass. “Eh, more like just above average guy.” Warm hands pressed against his shoulder blades, keeping him from flipping back over in protest.

“Now that’s just fucking mean baby.” She hummed under her breath.

“Jesus, your back is like a bag of rocks.” Her thumbs dug against the sinewy muscle along his spine, drawing a strained groan from the man between her legs. Negan curled his fingers into the duvet as she hit a particularly sore spot.

“Yeah well, it’s not like I get a fucking day off.” The comforting weight of her body leveraged forwards, forcing his bare chest deeper into their mattress and the air from his lungs. The pressure was so blissfully perfect that all he could do was release a moan she had only ever heard before when it was him above her.

Her chuckle vibrated through his skin. “You’ve been working so hard, handsome. I’m sure I could get Michonne to swing a couple days to rest. I can grab a couple extra shifts on watch and in inventory to make up for it.” 

“No.” His hand landed on the soft fat of her thigh and gave it a warning squeeze. “This is my punishment. And I’m supposed to be taking care of you and the kids, especially since…” His voice trailed off. Negan turned his head, his brown eyes gazing up at the woman who had given him purpose and light.

Her smile was gentle. “Since what babe? Since we’re fucking raw every chance we get so you can get another little prince or princess to spoil?” A blush bloomed across his stubbled cheeks.

“Good lord woman, when did you get so fucking vulgar?” With one last deep press against the base of his spine, releasing the pops that had been sitting in between his vertebrae for the last five hours, she lifted herself off of him and dropped onto the bed next to him, their heads brushing each other.

“Oh that’s nothing compared to the shit you’ve said while you were inside me.” She threw a plump leg over his hips, pulling herself even closer to him in a way that he used to dream about. His arm wrapped around her waist, thanking her with a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.

A solemn expression pulled at her lips and eyebrows. “Just, don’t forget that you do have people who love you. Your redemption had already been earned and then some in our eyes, you just have to believe us.” Her fingers ran through his salt and pepper hair as a familiar comfort coiled around them in the small bubble of their bed.

Negan knew that he could break his back every day for the next century and never make up for the things he had done, the death and fear that came from his hand. In this moment, however, all he could think of was the family that had so captured him, shifted his soul so wholly that he could not even recognise his younger self. Lucia— his shy girl who grew more confident and bright with each compliment she was paid, Isabella— his competitive spirit who wanted nothing more than to make her family proud, and his sweet, curious little Tomas who was still a mama’s boy at heart, but never gave up the chance to help his father.

And their wonderful, intoxicating, stubborn, gorgeous, confusing mother who made sure to remind him every second that she could, that she had picked him, even after all the shit he had done, and that she loved him enough to risk her very life to give him another baby to love and raise with her.

“You are a fucking goddess.” Her lips fit effortlessly against his own. She sighed happily as he leaned against her, his tongue brushing against her bottom lip. The kiss deepened though it would not go any further than that, at least for that night. Negan mused briefly that maybe if he got both of them up early enough in the morning that they could take advantage of the nice big shower in the master bathroom.

“And you are a fucking sap.” She gasped for air. “Who would’ve thought that the big bad leader of the Saviours would end up living with the single mom of three who had somehow ended up in a place she shouldn’t be?” Her nails scratched his scalp, sending a pleasured tingle throughout his body.

“I did. Every night after the moment I met you, I wished and hoped for it— for this: us and the kids somewhere peaceful and safe.” She said nothing after that and he didn’t need her to. This was more than enough, to know that his kids were just a couple doors away and the woman who was something more than just a wife to him was cradled in his arms with a promise of a future he had always craved nestled somewhere in the universe.

Their goodnight was a gentle kiss and another soft smile. 

She would tell him tomorrow about the little surprise the kids had planned for him after they were told her secret after she would beg the Alexandrian council for a break for both of them. After all, they loved her babies, so they would obviously have to warm up to Negan if she had another one on the way.

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[rebelfell]

please I've gotta ask about Never Have I Ever skinny dipping with Steve! Any crumbs you're willing to share I'll gladly eat up!!!

Hi, darling! You get a lot because I actually have quite a bit of this one written 🤭 Enjoy!

“Steve, seriously?!”

Everyone else’s heads turned, whirling around onthe host of your gathering who was still holding up the same number of fingers and looking none too pleased about being called out for it.

The tips of his ears burned bright pink, standing out against the chestnut locks of hair that curled around them in messy disarray as he looked down at his lap. You slapped a hand over your mouth trying (and failing) to stop your own laughter.

“Sorry, sorry—I didn’t mean to…” you giggled, swaying in your toasted state. “I just meant, you have that beautiful pool and you’ve never—”

“Why’s that weird?” Steve snapped, his harsh glare turning on you. “Just because I have a pool, I automatically have to float around in it with my junk hanging out?”

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, hardly phased by his outburst. For someone who’d been so eager to play at the start, the sour look he was sporting indicated the game wasn’t going quite the way he must have envisioned.

It seemed the former king of Hawkins High wasn’t quite as experienced as his reputation might have lead one to believe. He was practically a prude.

Really, things had been going downhill ever since Argyle’s turn when he admitted never had he ever ‘wined, dined and 69-ed’ and Steve had to watch Nancy and Jonathan both drink while his own beer remained untouched in front of him.

Even Barb had lost more fingers than Steve.

Only one, but still.

“It’s not weird, it’s surprising is all,” you amended, a pacifying tone only making his hazel eyes flash with more indignation as he licked his lips and parted them to argue back.

“We used to do it all the time,” Heather suddenly chimed in from her spot in the circle.

“All the time?” Steve scoffed in disbelief, his head whipping in her direction. “Really?”

“Fucking Billy always scheduled us to close down the pool,” Chrissy explained with a grimace. Her pillowy pink lips curved into a wily smile, seaglass eyes twinkling with mischief as she raised her cup again. “So we tried to make the most of it.”

The group erupted in a mix of woos and chuckles as Chrissy and Heather bent their heads together, strawberry blonde waves brushing against tight, brunette coils as their noses nuzzled.

Steve’s eyes almost rolled to the ceiling. “Okay, but you guys work at the pool—”

“And you have one in your backyard!”

Eddie jumped in next, his voice booming and beer sloshing as he gestured wildly. The grin on his face made you smile, but the look on Steve’s had your chest twinging with regret. You hadn’t meant for everyone to start dogpiling on him.

“Yeah, but—”

“Forget about it! Nobody cares!” you groaned. “Just go already, it’s your turn.”

Steve’s eyes rolled again and he huffed slightly, but abandoned his attempt to defend himself.

“Fine,” he said, zeroing in on your lone finger.

You cringed inwardly at how vulnerable the last round had left you, but remained cavalier as ever on the outside, shooting him back a challenging smirk. Steve’s eyes narrowed as he thought and then lit up as a shockingly evil smile spread across his annoyingly handsome face.

“Never have I ever…kissed someone over ten years older than me.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

wander through my wips

[merbear25]

Panty thief gets what he deserves (Caesar)

This is pretty much a continuation of a drabble I wrote a while back. I'm just crazy about him and imagining him as a perverted old man really does something to me. @luci0elle you added fuel to this so I'm tagging you 😬

With how long you’d been working with him, there was no way you wouldn’t have caught wind of his little hobby. Admittedly, you had developed feelings for him, whether they were just purely sexual was yet to be explored, but that want reached a fever pitch when you caught him red handed in your panty drawer.

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, pervy reader x pervy Caesar, dirty talk, rough sex (slapping, hair pulling, biting), oral (fem receiving), face riding, vaginal intercorse, implied age gap, creampie

“Such a little tease,” he muttered under his breath as you flaunted yourself in front of him. That new pencil skirt hugged your aparitive curves, forcing his eyes to wander away from his work more than once. Your panty line was showing: a punishable offense that happened countless times. The faint, gentle dips of your skin from your cheeky little panties sent his mind into a spiral.

Letting his hand fall heavily on the table, the scene he was creating made you jump a little. “Nothing but bothersome.” Promptly getting up, he shot a glare at you, so as not to prompt you into following him.

Down the long corridor, around the corner and then taking a right led him right to the entrance to your most private area. Getting in was done without a hitch. Reforming from the clouds of gas emanating under your door, he took a deep breath to soak in the sight of your dwellings. Your bed was unmade and your pajamas - tiny shorts and a baggy T-shirt - were thrown on it.

Long strides to your dresser exuded confidence that you were none the wiser to what he’d been getting up to. Knowing exactly which drawer held what, he felt spoiled for choice. His fingers drummed against the wood with giddiness as he thought of what he wanted to have a peak at first. Promptly opening the top drawer, the sight of your cutely designed bras made him giggle to himself. His mind raced to the thought of you in front of him in the mouth-watering color and lace, which made his blush spread across his face.

Rummaging through the other drawer, his eyes lit up and his purple lips spread with each new finding. He bore his teeth in a sly grin at the sight of the sinfully delightful spread you had. New cheeky, tanga, and bikini styles were meant to replace the ones he’d stolen, no doubt. When he found the frilly thong, he instinctively brought it to his face. The memory of using it for his own sick pleasures came back.

He gently bit it and moaned as he recalled wrapping it around himself and soaking it in his cum. Finding out you still had it and even wore it, sent him into a lustful frenzy. Thinking about how soiled it was when he was through with it and that it touched your velvety pussy lips afterwards: he squirmed from the erotic image being painted for him.

Inhaling your sweet scent, he sucked the slight stain that was his doing. His other hand went to give his hardening arousal the attention it was demanding. Moving against his hand, he easily lost himself in the moment. Huffing your scent, desperately lapping at any remainder of you on the fabric, and imagining your sweet body in them: he was being reckless, completely oblivious to you nearing your door.

His edging was replaced by fear jolting throughout his body. Quickly, he dove behind the bed without having enough time to process the situation. Holding his breath, he paid close attention to where your feet carried you. Each move you made was listened to intently, nearly making him laugh to himself at how clueless you were.

When the door finally shut, he gave it a moment before getting up. “Stupid girl,” he laughed. However, that triumphant glee drained from his face as soon as his eyes met yours. You were standing by the door, blankly staring at the man who forgot how large he was.

You shifted your weight to your hip and tapped your nail on the brass door knob. Your eyes moved over to the open dresser and then back to him. They were fixed on his expression that was deepening in red with each second before him slowly retracting his clenched fist from off the bed snatched your attention.

“Open your hand.” The sternness in your voice and command in your posture as you charged towards his pathetic excuse of a hiding place made him recoil. You already knew what he had, but catching him in the act brought on a surge of conflicting emotions.

Seeing him with his dick out wasn’t helping you stay on the track you should have been on—berating him. Instead, it gave you reason to delve into the little crush you had on him. Your eyes gleamed with lewd interest and you licked your lips with anticipation. 

Leaning down wasn’t only to get in his face, but also to purposely give him a view down your top. “You dirty old man.” Those words made his brow furrow and his blush deepen, a slight pout teased his lips. “What’s the matter? You don’t like being called what you are? A pervert?” The last name call came with a bite. You nibbled on your lip and grinned at him being flustered.

Straightening your posture, your hands naturally placed on your hips. You couldn’t deny the fluttering of excitement you got when his eyes roamed over you. A soft hum came from you as you undressed. “I can be nice and give you what you want, but you have to give me something first.” His eyes stayed glued to you with each garment gracefully falling to the floor. “Can you do that?”

A wide grin curled over his teeth at the sight of you standing before him completely nude. “Oh, I can do that and so much more.”

“Good. Now, lean your head against the bed.”

Too lost to his own desires, he complied. His moans were muffled as you kneeled next to his head, wasting no time in planting your needy cunt on his face. That large tongue lapping around your clit, his big hands squeezing at your thighs and hips, the vibrations of his moans against your sensitive skin: tilting your head towards the ceiling, you grabbed his horns and coated that snide face of his with your pussy.

Not being able to take his eyes off of you, he shoved his long tongue as deep as he could between your tight lips. That angelic gasp along with the bounce of your breasts got a fire burning in him, and the only way of extinguishing it was to take you how he saw fit.

His teeth nipped your clit to catch you off guard. Your shriek of euphoria changed to a surprised gasp when he swiftly picked you up and threw you on the bed. A sultry giggle came from you as he climbed on top of you, the intensity in his eyes burning into your core. The low groan he gave when you spread your legs for him coaxed a coy little smile from you.

“You hungry for this tight little thing?” Your playful words were promptly halted while he bullied his way into you with a selfish carnal need. Moans trailed freely from your pretty lips, soon mingling with the sadistic laughter of your lover for that night.

“Looks like you’re the one who needs their fill, hm?” The chuckles wrapped around your throat, leaving this shameful encounter all the more tantalizing. Each buck of his hips grew more frenzied the more out of control your sounds got.

“Such a desperate little slut, aren’t you? Waiting to catch me just so I could have my way with you?” His lip twitched from your eyes being closed and lost in the bliss he was giving you. A firm, yet controlled slap came across your face. He gripped your hair and forced you to look at him. “I want you to look at me, while I give you exactly what we both want.”

With your sensuous expression on him, his eyes rolled back slightly. The delicious submission of a mouthy girl—he could devour every inch of your willing body.

His guttural grunts coming from his own forcefulness made your body shake. You looked down at where he was splitting you in half, practically drooling over how he was manhandling you. “Dirty old man,” you groaned at the sight of your slick pussy creaming all over his length.

He glanced down at the lovely view of you trembling and blushing. A sly grin appeared on his face again. “Little brat,” he grunted through gritted teeth as he increased his pace. 

Witnessing you throw your head back and bearing your delicate neck to him was the breaking point. Lunging over you, he scooped your small frame up in his arms. Cradling you against his chest, one of his large hands held the back of your head while the other gripped your ass tightly. The tips of his fingers dug into your soft body, threatening to bruise your delicate skin. He guided your hips against him as he thrusted against your abused g-spot. Your shrill moans, quivering body, spasming walls: he couldn’t hold on any more.

“Cum in me!” You cried out in ecstasy, your better judgement having left a long time ago.

“You… naughty little thing.” His chuckle mixed with a strained groan as he succumbed to primal urges. Heavy breathing and raspy voices of disordered thoughts, the hazy rosy tint of the aftermath settled on the scent of defiled bodies and cum soaked cloth.

He lazily brushed your hair out of your face. The look of bliss kissing your cheeks issued a wave of pride in him. His hand gently tilted your chin up to him, so he could get a better look at you.  “Mmm, just like that. Beautiful.”

Before you had the chance to catch your breath, he planted his lips against yours. Your worn out body was pumped full of oxygen, letting you fall into the kiss with ease.

“If you can give it so easily, then I’d love to know what it feels like to have you take it.” Such sinful desires being laid out right in front of him; he couldn’t help but moan. 

“I told you I can give you what you want and so much more. Something like that is mere child’s play.” He grinned at you before lightly biting your lower lip. “Just let this ‘Old man’ show you what true pleasure feels like.”

[franabz]

Fran Fran Fran!!

Idk when you’ll do asks or at least this ask but…

I need to see ghost x singleparent! Reader.

Lots of love

Sammy (reena)

★ Little things

You and Simon have been best friends since high school, and you both seemed to naturally gravitate towards one another. You both weren't exactly the most talkative pair which worked out in both of your favors quite nicely since there didn't need to be a strong conversation (if even at all) for the two of you to be content with one another. It was refreshing.

One thing led to another and suddenly you were carrying another man's baby fresh out of high school; a man you thought loved and cared about you all to turn his back the second he got that pregnancy test back positive. Simon always knew the man was trouble from the start, but you never should have had to find it out for yourself in these circumstances. He was always right there, even while on deployment to god knows where, listening to your broken sobs and blubbering stutters over the phone about how hard it was to juggle raising a daughter while having been fresh out of high school and barely running on multiple jobs with the pay that was practically a joke to you.

Starting off was difficult yes, but you never not once regretted what happened. You love your daughter Sydney with all of your heart and always did everything in your power to give her the best life possible, even if money was tight and she couldn't always get the candy in the grocery store checkout isles that sat oh so temptingly for her chubby little hands to get ahold of. In spite of Simon being gone and having joined the military, he always did his best to help you and give you the life he knew you deserved. You both deserved.

One day in particular it was raining exceptionally hard and Simon was fresh off deployment and needed a place to stay the night to clear his head and snap him back to reality after a jarring mission he never bothered to talk about. You knew better than to push. You were setting Sydney into her highchair, clipping the tray back onto the chair and stepping into the kitchen to scoop some food out of a pot for the toddler as she babbled incoherent nonsense followed by some random phrases like "Hungry" and "Bottle." Simon had just stepped out of the bathroom after a much needed shower wearing a black 141 branded t-shirt and a pair of joggers he luckily packed during his deployment.

You looked up from the plate of food you made for Sydney and gave him a small fond grin. He returned the grin and walked into the kitchen alongside you, leaning back against the cool marble countertops and watching you do you (something he could never get tired of)

"Hard at work I see." He muttered with a playful huff, taking a slight step forward while looking over your shoulder. "When am I not?" You snorted in suit "Taking care of this little gremlin is a full time job."

"Not like you have to remind me, birdie." He playfully waved his hand in a dismissive manner, setting his skull-printed balaclava onto the counter beside him. He never liked wearing it as a civvie. Especially not in front of you or Sydney. Simon much preferred to keep his work far away from the peacefulness of being around you and the baby bear, finding it his own little slice of home in the midst of the hell he goes through behind closed doors. Sydney squealed a little "Si-Si!" as soon as Simon came into her peripheral view, outstretching her small chubby hands and bouncing around in her seat like a loose spring in a couch. "Yeah, yeah... Si-Si's out. Don't go jumping 'round like a bloody bunny, missy." Simon's mouth cracked a sliver of a smile as he kneeled over, ruffling Sydney's hair fondly and earning a giggle out of the little girl.

You had been watching the whole exchange from the side, placing Sydney's food onto the tray of her high chair and fighting back a goofy smile "I'm starting to think she like you more than me." You joked, tilting Sydney's chin up a bit to tie a bib around her neck. "Don't be mad i'm cooler." Simon huffed, glaring at you without any heat. All you did was roll your eyes and pick up another plate, handing the hefty meal to Simon with a smile. He looked down at the plate of food forced into his hands and choked out a small scoff "You know I told you... You don't 'ave to feed me, birdie..."

You simply shrugged and pushed the plate of food further against his chest, the smile never leaving your lips. "And do I ever listen?" You retorted.

"No." He muttered, his voice getting smaller as he could finally feel himself crumbling under the delectable scents of cooked chicken that was unlike anything he'd ever eaten in an MRE. Obviously.

"Exactly." You hummed, smile growing in victory that he didn't put up a fight for once and actually accepted the food you gave him. "So eat up, yeah? I need you staying in good shape for when you're back out on deployment." You added, plucking a bit of extra chicken off the bone in the tray it was cooked in and popping it in your mouth, eye contact never breaking. Simon just sighed and set his plate onto the counter, eating slowly and savoring every bite as if it was his last time enjoying a home cooked meal.

It was the little things that mattered.