#when do I get to stop feeling like a shunned baby?

[sailoreuterpe]

I wish that I had the energy and time to do the BB questions. It's been a long week. I miss creating. I miss interacting with people.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Changed Future (3) : Yandere Isekai

Part 2

The parents of the protagonist were shunned by their child because of their violence and nonchalance about the practices of the higher echelon of society

Apparently, their love story wasn’t that different than the one that started with Haruko

Except that a small punishment went much further than not eating a day or two

They were much bloodier 

Much more similar to the rivals who suffered before their untimely deaths

The parents were now seemingly more in love than anything

But the cracks were there

And the protagonist was front and center for all of it

But ultimately they ran away, declining their inheritance and their parent’s wealth to succeed

Unfortunately, though it seems they’ve come to reenter their—now your life 

As though Haruko, Det.Cape, and CEO Revmere weren’t enough

“Dearest baby-child of mine~ who is this?”

“I’m Haruko–” “Shhh no stop it!” “-their lover.”

“Finally we get to meet you, they were always so elusive when they swooped in and swept you away.”

“Crazy thing about that little darling (Y/n) we too have let our new addition have some new freedoms as well. Say hi Beattle!”

“Uh hello n-nice to finally meet you.”

If there’s anything that you match with the original protagonist it’s their disgust and annoyance with their family

Their parents love story was a lot more violent when it came to ‘breaking’ the other in 

You couldn’t recall which one did what but even with meeting them now

You can tell they’re just….off

“Honey, you have something on your face! Let me lick it off!”

“Oh really then you should have something so that I lick it off too!”

“You vixen, you remind me of that one time when your covered in blood and you licked me then too.”

“Awww remember when I shot you and I licked the bullet hole.”

“Oh my gosh! Stop it!”

“Yes, please tone it down.”

If the newly arrived parents isn’t worse enough there's the new additions

“I have a lot to learn before I can truly be a part of your family but I hope we get along.”

“Right….did they kidnap you?”

“Wow! Really straightforward! They did say you were incredibly bright!”

“So they did…if you want I can call the police.”

“No! No! I’m here willingly…now.”

“Right.”

“And I hope you’ll accept your new brothers!” 

“What?!”

Could this insane author squeeze any more yanderified tropes in this story!?!!?

“Poor (Y/n) you look exhausted. Did Haruko give you a hard time leaving?”

“Not this time…it’s my…family.”

“Oh my.”

“They’ve brought their insane relationship at the worst time. I’m trying to fix myself and be better and then they just–”

“Shhh, you're safe here (Y/n)...I know you said as your ex-employer we really shouldn’t have any other relationship but I think we’re bound to be much closer.”

“What?”

“The point is you can stay here to avoid your family for as long as you like.”

“Thanks? Revmere.”

“Please call me, Filip.”

“Okay…Filip.”

The mess of it all leaves you exhausted 

And easy to manipulate

Usually with isekais the whole power of it is that you can see outside the story

Minimize characters' feelings and break it down as nothing but plot

But you're stressed 

Every which way you’ll find that a yandere is there trying to capitalize

And eventually, it’s just a matter of who can tone it down first

Naturally, that’s Revmere er Filip 

Who has the space and security to invite you someplace without the others following

And between his time as a negotiator and as someone who worked closely with the protagonist he’s perfect at talking everyone down

You just need someone to rant to and he’s perfect for it

Bashing down everyone who you call out even if he agrees

“Can you believe it?! When I finally get my parents to settle like a bunch of babies, Haruko demands we do something intimate!”

“Unbelievable, he’s such a pervert.”

“Right?! What weirdo sees that oddball freaking couple and thinks ‘maybe this is the night you let me take it farther than kissing!’ Ugh!!!”

“Like can he keep his hands to himself.”

If he were in his position–roommate? Ex-boyfriend? Tenant? (You literally won’t tell him)--he’d want to get to go far past that

But that’s just him

For now, he’ll settle to wine and dine you while you become a frequent visitor at his

It’s so easy  for Filip to offer your fifth glass of decade-aged wine and catch your falling body against his

He’s just fighting with himself about putting you in the satin pajamas he has your initials on (of course changed to include his own)

But he reminds himself to take it slow, after all, he does have the best chance at getting your heart

“You know I’d love to offer some insight on (Y/n)’s situation, maybe with my guidance you can help reunite the family.”

“I-I’d love to hear it! This Haruko is okay but I think my…partners are worried about if he can properly take care of them. Like they took care of me.”

“Well, I hope we can both provide some… much-needed insight.”

[mysticallystilinski]

hey hey love! it would be super cool if you wanted to bless us mere peasants with some angsty stiles? i was thinking like you guys get in a fight and after it's over he like.... desperately needs to make up for it. i love you doll!!!!

MAKE UP OR BREAK UP

a stiles stilinski x fem!reader fic

— ౨ৎ masterlist

synopsis - problems are consistent throughout your relationship with stiles. what happens when you hit your breaking point.. and he wants to make it up to you?

CW ! 18 + SMUT ( fingering, oral intercourse [f!recieving], slightly toxic stiles, completely out of character lydia )

lav speaks.. hii lovey! i hope you enjoy this, i really wish i wrote more angst but i’m hoping to make a part 2 soon ;)

lydia.

it has always been stiles pining over lydia, until of course you showed up in the picture. you knew about stiles obsession, and how it stopped after you two got together. learning that lydia had feelings for him had bothered you since the beginning, but what could you do about it.

the touching, the flirting, but most importantly the looks. it was never stiles, always lydia. since you and stiles were more of a lowkey couple, she hadn’t known much about your relationship. only thinking it was a fling, that it would never last, she wanted to shoot her shot.

after a lacrosse game, you headed over to stiles, but lydia beat you there. placing her hand on his arm, she was gazing up at him with a seductive look. you heard the whispers of congratulation, and the way she praised your boyfriend.

it angered something in you.

slowly approaching them on the field, stiles noticed you right away. he turned away from lydia, and walked the distance to close the gap between you guys. he placed his helmet, and stick on the turf in a quick movement. a light smile brushed his face, then quickly was removed when seeing your expression.

“baby, what’s wrong?”, stiles spoke softly, placing his sweaty palm upon your cheek. you shunned your head away, practically giving him the silent treatment. your relationship was healthy, except for the way stiles dealt with lydia; or the lack of how he pushed her away.

tears welled up in your eyes, “stiles, i just can’t do this anymore.” as soon as you spoke those words, droplets fell onto your head. it started to rain, and everyone else started to leave. you wanted to stay, wanted to get an explanation, an answer.

the rain came down as fast as it possibly could, mixing the tears and precipitation together down your cheeks. stiles was in awe; not knowing what to possibly say to that. he took a step forward, you took one back.

“is this about lydia?”, he questioned. “of course it’s about lydia”, you scoffed in response. his response was out of the ordinary, “i don’t get why you have such a problem with it. lydia and i have been friends for years.”

“sti — you know it’s not like that. it’s the way she looks at you, the way she flirts with you.”

he practically laughed right at you, “you’re kidding right? she doesn’t like me like that.” you laughed back at him, not understanding his point of view. “stiles, she obviously does, how can you not see it?”.

you were getting soaking wet, the rain was making you way too cold. stiles looked beautiful in it, but you couldn’t focus on that fact when he wouldn’t understand your feelings.

stiles stood there, no response, thinking of something to say. it was like he was in slight shock, but slightly happy about it. feelings that lingered for years just don’t go away once you meet someone new.

“yeah, i’m just gonna head inside if you’re not gonna say anything. i’m tired of you defending her like she’s your girlfriend. reality check, i’m your girlfriend, not her stiles.”

you take a step away from stiles, making your way across the field. you felt his presence stay in the exact same place without having to even look back. you headed through the rain, no jacket, no boyfriend with you, and going into the dimly lit school.

heading to the locker room, you went to stiles locker to grab your spare jacket. you couldn’t handle the rain anymore as it was beating down too hard, and you didn’t have a ride home. the least you should have is your jacket.

nobody else was in the large locker room, completely vacant but yourself. when you heard the door open, you immediately knew it was stiles. “y/n, are you in here?”, he asked. your breathing fell silent as you saw him round the corner, and his face slightly contort as he saw you by his locker.

“why are you at my locker?”, he asked in a semi-harsh tone. “oh don’t you worry sti — i’m grabbing my jacket to walk home.” stiles face went from a type of anger, to compassion. “what do you mean walking home? i thought i’m taking you home.”

you laughed, turning to face stiles, gym shoes squeaking from your position. “really, you think i’m grabbing a ride with you? i’m okay. go take lydia home”, you giggled. within a snap, stiles headed from the other side of the room towards you, and placed his wet lips onto yours.

you gasped in surprise, not expecting stiles to kiss you. he reluctantly pulled back, “what don’t you get? i want you, not lydia.” stiles hand caressed your cheek, pulling your chin up to face his eyes.

the silence in the room was deadly, but so was the lust. you felt yourself ache for him, especially after he confessed to only wanting you. it wasn’t unlike stiles to profess his love, but each time it got you more turned on. he turned your head to the side forcefully, and proceeded to place kisses on the surrounding area.

between each kiss he groaned, “let me make it up to you baby, let me prove it to you.” quickly nodding, stiles took that as a sign to make hickies down your neckline. sucking, and slightly biting down, he caused you to moan out in pleasure.

you felt his smirk through his lips on your skin. each kiss on your body was passionate, and filled with a sort of energy. stiles motioned for you to life up your arms, as you did he lifted your shirt above your head. giggling, you went in to kiss stiles, but he pushed you back against the locker once again.

“baby — i said let me make it up to you. i want to make you feel good.”

you practically came in your pants from his tone and mix of words. you tugged at the hem of his jersey, slowly pulling it off to show his glistening wet body. running your fingers across his torso, he smirked at your expression. he tugged off his own lacrosse shorts, only to be left in his tight boxers. a visible imprint was seen, completely covered but revealing to the imagination.

in response, you grabbed the waistband of your shorts, and slowly pulled them down in a seductive way. you heard stiles whine at your action, proving his loyalty to you. bra and panties, that’s all you were left in.

“let me just remove this, and take this to the shower”, stiles smirked while taking off your bra and panties, plus pointing from himself to you. “sti –”, you protested as his boxers weren’t pulled down yet. he took that as a sign to remove them, discarding them with the rest of the clothes on the bench.

without waiting for him, you headed to the private part of the showers. turning on the water, you placed it on a hot setting, just enough for the locker room to get steamy. stiles made his way towards you, eyeing you up and down as he did. “mm’ you look so good”, he groaned, lacing his fingers in the back of your hair and pulling you closer.

interlocking lips, stiles was rough. he wanted to fuck you to prove his loyalty, and especially his attraction. his tongue made his way into your mouth, just as his hand made it’s way to cup your ass. you gasped, giving him easy access to your mouth.

he kneaded his fingers into your soft skin, placing rubs up and down your back. without ever staying apart, stiles led you to the bench in the shower. he sat you down, and went down onto his knees. just him in that position made you even more wet. he was all ready just for you.

“i’m gonna show you how much i need you baby”, he spoke in a hush. before you could reply, he spread your legs apart and slowly licked a stripe up your folds. a shiver was occurring in you as he began to suck slowly on your clit.

immediately, your fingers locked in his hair. pulling and tugging as hard as you wanted made him whimper into the depths of the act. the vibrations caused your legs to begin to shake. “sti – this feels so good.”

without a verbal response, stiles moaned. you knew he enjoyed it just as much; if not more than you did. he was vocal to say the least, lapping and sucking at your soaking cunt. with each movement, bliss fell into your lap.

the stimulation was always too much with him, his tongue worked too many wonders. without an ask, he placed a single digit into you, slowly pulsing it in and out.

a gasp left your wet lips, not expecting him to go even further than he already had. that urged him to placed another finger into your heat, making a sloppy sound fueling him to the max. 2 of his fingers, deep inside you, filling you to the brim was enough for tears to stain your cheeks once again.

the mixture of him sucking, plus the deep penetration was magic. “i can’t take it anymore, i’m gonna come”, you spilled in a whine. stiles sped up his motions, causing your body to tense. your chest began to rise, and fall in a timely manner. his doe eyes looked up at you, causing the pit in your stomach to finally break.

juices spilt out of you quickly into his mouth, and all over the surrounding parts of his face. he lapped up your release to the best of his ability, trying not to leave any to waste. “you did so good princess”, stiles smirked, slowly licking the juices off his lips.

your legs closed from habit, but stiles opened them once again. “aha’ i’m not done yet”, he whispered getting closer to your face. “stiles, i don’t think i can take anymore.” the harsh reality hit you.

“well, i’m not done making it up to you just yet.”

— ᡣ𐭩 LAV

[bunniekittiee]

Bi-Han x Fem. Reader (as well as general headcanons)

Alright alright the Bi-Han headcanons was a success so ykw I’ll bless you all again. Also this is my depiction of Bi-Han so if you think I can tweak it and make it better then by all means let me know!

CW: mentions of eating problems, anxiety, illness, chronic illness, a little nsfw, nothing too crazy

Hair combing is an intimate ordeal.

He does not let anyone else touch his hair besides himself and you. He trusts you completely to comb his hair and even put it up for him.

He thinks you do it better than him, but he can manage it himself if needed.

He sighs with relief when his hair is let down, feeling his s/o’s fingers gently massage his aching scalp. It feels so good to him, he loves it.

Bi-Han does like the quietness. Especially after a long day of Grandmaster duties and irritation.

So if it is quiet during this time, he can close his eyes and almost fall asleep as you caress his hair and take care of him.

Sometimes he has fallen asleep when you are doing this.

If you were to ask Bi-Han to bathe together, he would silently go insane for a second and then agree.

Despite seeing you naked more than often, it still gives him butterflies in different scenarios that isn’t inherently sexual. Such as bathing.

He thinks you are beautiful, do not ever be negative about yourself around Bi-Han because he will immediately worry.

If you are worried about gaining weight, he is already overthinking that you will stop eating.

So instead, Bi-Han gently encourages you to train with the other Lin Kuei if you feel that you want to lose weight or prevent yourself from gaining weight.

No, he does not think you are fat at all, do not twist his words.

But Bi-Han is the type of man to give you solutions to help you but not in a rude way.

He just tries to encourage and give you options.

He will also suggest yoga with Kuai Liang. Kuai Liang usually meditates, but he will divulge himself in yoga for you if you are interested.

He does not like to see you sad or upset about your self image. It makes him feel helpless.

Bi-Han can handle a physical threat because he can eliminate it, but when it is a mental threat such as self image issues, depression, etc., Bi-Han finds himself unable to see straight.

Out of his brothers, I see Bi-Han struggling with some anxiety.

Like I said in my previous headcanons, Bi-Han worries for his s/o because she is his weakness. If anyone were to take her away from him, he would practically engulf everything in a blizzard.

I see Bi-Han having anxiety about his brothers as well, whether they are safe or going to be okay.

As much as Bi-Han shuns Smoke, he still worries for him. Smoke is the ‘baby’ of them all, and if he were to see him in any form of pain, he is already wanting to murder the person who inflicted it upon him.

That being said, if you have any sort of health issues that will literally send Bi-Han over the edge.

He is constantly having the medics check you over and he will be riddled with so much anxiety he will stop eating and sleeping well.

God forbid you have a chronic illness or anything at all, at that point Bi-Han will just have an aneurysm.

As tough as his exterior is, Bi-Han can be sensitive.

Please do not call him names, he doesn’t even do that to you and it will hurt his feelings.

He will distance himself and feel melancholy until you apologize. He doesn’t like it when you are rude or mean to him.

As I mentioned in my other previous headcanons, he does get snappy himself so he knows that he is a bit of a hypocrite.

If you were to communicate your feelings to him, whether it is your frustrations, sadness, or anger, he will understand and try his best to relax you and make you feel better.

You do the same for him, so it’s time that he repays that favor.

Bi-Han can be extremely busy with his duties and he knows you hate being cooped up for so long.

So he will allow Smoke and Kuai Liang to take you out, whether that’s for a walk or to Madame Bo’s, Bi-Han just wants to make sure you are happy.

I don’t know where people got the “jealous of my brothers being around my s/o” belief from, but Bi-Han trusts his brothers completely.

He has to, they go into battle and on quests together, they have to deeply trust each other and have a strong bond with one another.

So he lets his brothers take you out, he does not get jealous of that. They would never do anything to you, and Bi-Han knows it is completely out of character for them to do anything in the first place.

So yes, he lets you go out with his brothers and enjoy your time together when he is busy.

Again, he knows you get cooped up and he wants you to have some freedom.

His brothers love that you have somewhat changed Bi-Han but in a good way.

He is somewhat nicer to Smoke and refrains from telling him he is not part of their family. Last time he did, you gave him the absolute worst glare that even Kuai Liang felt his stomach turn.

Bi-Han is gentle as possible with you. His hands have killed and hurt many, he would hate to inflict the same pain on you.

You are like a flower to him, a delicate and precious lively being.

You have softened Bi-Han in many ways, and many appreciate what you have done.

[rayesgenesis]

Hi can I plz request a Ben Florian fic where the reader is the daughter of Scar and shes just super stressed out bc the media nitpicks everything she does, and Ben makes her feel better? Tyyy

the lighthouse in the storm. — ben florian.

a/n: i thought i would never finish this request.. but i did!! anyways i hope you’ll like it, i tweaked it a bit 💌

who? scar’s daughter!reader x ben florian

summary: you usually never thought twice about what the press had to say about you, until one night, it all came crashing down on you. thankfully, ben was here.

sometimes you forget how uptight auradonians can be.

all their ridiculous standards, kingdom rivalries, their criminal system, even the king, himself. all of it was one big joke. so how come it became a problem when you told one of your own?

in retrospect, you could’ve chosen any other day to joke that you were not above eating a few babies to get out of the celebration. family day, definitely wasn’t the day to do it on, even more so when you were the girlfriend of the soon-to-be king.

but god forbid you tell a joke.

was it bad taste? sure, you’ve told better jokes. however, did you mean it? of course not.

you were wrong for thinking anybody would get it, really. you should’ve known from the gasps and horrified faces what type of crowd you were facing. the press didn’t appreciate your little joke either, and they attributed it, as usual, on you having malicious intent.

what took you by surprise was the public’s response. you grew paranoid as everywhere you looked almost everyone was mean mugging you, hate comments were flooding your social media accounts and it only worsened your mental state. usually, you would’ve loved the attention but for the first time in your life, you detested it.

amidst all the chaos, ben stayed by your side. he had been so patient, caring and understanding with you that oftentimes, you didn’t think you deserved it. no other princess was making headlines during weeks straight for not smiling at an event or for a comment she passively made. the scrutiny, the critcs, it was all too much for you.

despite never verbalizing it, a small part of you suspected that ben thought no different than everyone else. deep down, at least. you knew that you were a piece of work and maybe he’d finally run out of patience. villains weren’t awarded second chances very often in auradon, and even though things had changed, you felt as if you participated in taking a huge step back. remorse, as they call it.

he must have been scared, like everybody else always was. you felt it, everyone walking on eggshells around you. you often reveled in the fear that you instilled in people but sometimes, you just wanted to be seen for who you were. and not for who you were pretending to be.

one night, you were lying down in bed, up thinking about it all. ben was sound asleep next to you, poor boy had spent all day working his ass off, as always. you took a long look at him before carefully slipping out of his embrace, the bed letting out a slight creak as you did. the cool air washed over you as you stepped onto the balcony and looked out at the isle.

battling against the flow of tears that threatened to run down your face, you wondered. were you and your dad destined to be shunned? was it how it was always going to be? when you’d get to overthinking, your dad would always remind you that you were every bit as royal as the kids in auradon and that you shouldn’t diminish yourself for their comfort.

it was difficult to not miss your father in these moments. trying to fit into these standards was uncomfortable to say the least, the boxes too narrow and the titles too heavy.

ben emerged from the bedroom, stepping out onto the balcony, his footsteps loud enough for you to hear. he had stirred awake the second he felt your warmth leave his side. coming to a stop right behind you, his hands found their usual place on your waist, rubbing circles into them. and his head rested on your shoulder.

"you’re up late." he kissed the top of your head.

"mm, so are you." you murmured, turning just enough in his embrace, a small, almost sly smile on your lips.

he hummed in return and moved his hands to massage your shoulders, his touch gentle. "can’t sleep either, i take it?" his voice soft with a layer of concern draped over it.

as his hands did their dance on your shoulders, your eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the contact as you felt yourself relax further. "something like that." you answered him, exhaling through your nose.

of course there was more to it but not even on a night such as this, were you willing to admit any sort of weakness or complain.

despite your relaxed nature, ben could sense some restraint in your response. your tone told him that he shouldn’t push further and he knew he could never force you to open up, nonetheless, he still wished you wouldn’t keep everything to yourself.

he paused his hand’s movements and exhaled through his nose. "you know you can tell me anything, right?"

your insides squeezed. he just always knew, didn’t he? for the briefest second, the thought to lie crossed your mind but as you turned around and gazed in his eyes, you quickly found yourself unable to. you were strong, but ben somehow was the only one who could make you crumble.

one of ben’s hands moved to cup your face while the other landed on your waist again, and you leaned into his warm palm, your eyes closing. “i know."

"then talk to me…"

ben’s eyes inspected your face, sensing that he’d find a piece of the truth on it. not that he didn’t trust what you said but he was aware of how you’d made an habit of putting up walls as a way to protect yourself. as a result, he always made an effort of reminding you that you were safe with him and he was glad to see you lowering those walls at times, even if it was just a little.

the way he spoke to you let you know that he wouldn’t allow you brushing him off this time. and here you thought that you were doing a great job at hiding your restlessness these past few weeks. it worked with the vks, who hadn’t noticed a single thing. but ben seemed to just know something was wrong.

the idea of anyone, knowing you so intimately should’ve frightened you— at least it used to. however, with ben, it felt safe.

your eyes opened and you stared at his chest for a second, before looking back up at his face. you didn’t bother to hide your exhaustion anymore. it was difficult to be vulnerable— that’s why you never did. however, being with ben made you have a change of heart.

"i don’t know if it’s stress or what," you finally managed to spit out, your eyes darting between his own, "but the public, the press— they’re never happy, are they? at least with me, they’re not happy with anything i do, not happy with the way i act, the way i speak, the way i dress—"

exhaling deeply, you continued. "it´s like they’re out to get me or something. and you know how much i hate to mope around but, it truly feels like no matter what i do, i can’t win.”

ben listened, absorbing every word that came out of your mouth. he knew how harsh and cutthroat the tabloids could be however hearing you talk about it, the effect it was having on you, was something else entirely.

his heart clenched at the sight of you in this state. you weren’t your usual self. visibly, the media broke you and all he wanted was to put you back together. he would do anything to take your pain away right now and as you leaned into his chest, his drive intensified.

"hey, hey…look at me." ben brought his other hand to your face, gently but firmly.

as your eyes lifted to meet his, he noticed your gaze being a mixture of defiance and fragility. it was a look unique to you— he had never seen anything like it before.

"you know none of that is true, right? what they say about you, what they write…none of it matters. they’ll always find something to criticize." his voice was firm, he meant what he was saying.

he wished you could see yourself from his point of view. how amazing and capable you were in the midst of all this drama.

"you know why i love you?" he paused, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, "i love you because you’re caring and smart and beautiful, in every sense. and anybody can say whatever they want, but it won’t change a thing about how i feel."

and you started believing him. yes, it was true that ben was optimistic and that he couldn’t help but to see the good in people. however, he wouldn’t have stayed around this long if what he said wasn’t a tiny bit true. either way, it wasn’t in your nature to dwell on things. beast’s son, the embodiement of goodness, loved and believed in you. what more could you ask for?

finally, you smiled and ben pulled you into a hug. a few escaping tears stained his shirt but just like the press’ opinion, it didn’t matter. after a moment, you spoke up.

"i bet there was a thousand of cheesy things you said and i couldn’t even make fun of you for it." you said, your voice muffled by his shirt.

it was ben’s turn to smile. "there she is."

a dry laugh escaped your lips. you peeled yourself off of him as your eyes met his. "you’re crazy, you know that?"

as if he was fully aware of it, he smiled and pecked your lips lovingly.

"you don’t have to pretend to be anything, you know that right." ben gave you a pointed look, "not with me. if you don’t feel strong, it’s okay, let me be strong for you." he murmured, his eyes still locked on yours. you had a hard time hiding the grin that spread on your face.

you felt like a weight got lifted off your shoulders. you knew that the issues that came with the press wouldn’t get resolved overnight but for now, you had the strength to face them, knowing ben promised to always stand by your side.

he was right. you didn't need to be strong all the time. and you had never felt more lucky than to have a boyfriend like him.

[rozaceous]

tcba epilogue: sasumari snippet

this was the main bulk of the epilogue, written even before i posted tcba on ao3. that is how old. ergo, some grain of salt w details pls as it is a v rough draft and some things would have to change for continuity or whatever, but this is the thing it all was angling for. sasumari qpr confirmed.

Watching Sasuke handle the freshly-changed newborn with such intense gentleness while she scrubs off her hands with a shake of chakra, Mariko is bludgeoned with the realization that Sasuke likes babies, and that a sense of responsibility hasn't been his sole driving motivation. And while she reels dizzily from that revelation, she thinks, We can have babies.

And then Mariko stops thinking for a while because that was one too many revelations for it not even being dawn yet.

She has no idea what they think they're doing in the first place. The two of them coming across a raided village with a dying pregnant woman that Mariko hadn't been able to save, and then deciding that they couldn't just leave an infant in a smoking village to die, and then not trusting that the girl wouldn't just meet the same fate the next town over had turned into Mariko manipulating her own hormones to be able to nurse a two day-old baby. And here they are, nearly two weeks out, traveling with a baby in between destabilizing hidden villages and international economies and dodging mercenaries, and she's realizing that the truth of it is that neither of them is gutsy enough to say that they don't think they're giving her up besides all of that. Instead, they've been politely not talking about just such a thing so that they can maintain their fiction of being ruthless shinobi instead of a pair of dysfunctional nineteen year-olds who randomly adopt a baby together despite leading desperately dangerous lives.

God and her boobs hurt. Breast-feeding is no joke; her nipples are chapped and her boobs are sore from going from zero to nursing in the span of thirty-six hours. Her entire upper torso hurts, actually, from having to accommodate the abrupt change in her weight, and the hormonal shift means that she's breaking out for the first time in her life because she's too busy maintaining the hormones and keeping a newborn alive and happy besides her usual maintenance of the Sharingan to have focus to spare to use medical chakra to get rid of her acne.

At least she hasn't actually given birth, because Mariko isn't sure she would be even moderately functional if that were the case.

But instead of pondering any of that mess too deeply, she lets Sasuke bundle the baby up to sleep with him and passes the fuck out. Shun has watch, it's fine.

She doesn't say anything in the morning, either. She feeds the baby, feeling all sorts of soft and sappy and not entirely sure that it's entirely hormonal, because when she looks up, Sasuke is staring at her from across the campsite, staring at them, and to anyone else his expression might be unreadable, but to her all she sees is naked want.

And fine, it's only been a week and a half and by civilian standards they aren't even legal adults yet, but Sasuke has never once complained when the baby cried, has taken her for changing numerous times without Mariko asking, does extra chores, and asks to hold her. Granted that last is in his own, 'I'll take her' Sasuke-style verbiage that makes it seem less about him expressly wanting to do so, but Mariko knows him. And Mariko knows that if she were so diametrically opposed to this entire enterprise, she never would have made herself start lactating, and would've foisted the baby off on the first set of reasonably competent-looking parents she could find, that she wouldn't sing to the baby to calm her from her fussing, wouldn't share comments with Sasuke about how small her hands are with one of those hands gripped around her pinky, wouldn't speculate with him what color her eyes would settle as. (Sasuke thinks dark blue, but Mariko thinks black. She says that she has statistics on her side and Sasuke says that he has the power of basic observation on his and is she sure she isn't still colorblind.)

So to see him staring like that doesn't surprise her as such, but it makes her look away because of how naked it makes her feel to look back. And not naked as in, here she is in the middle of a mountainous forest tits-out kind of naked, because if this was about clothes then they've seen each other naked plenty of times, but naked as in, returning his gaze means he knows that she's thought 'we can have babies,' or at least the equivalent of that thought, and having Sasuke know that about her when she's only known that about herself for less than twelve hours is a bit much.

And so yes, it's all less surprising and more very tender feeling, like a spot that's liable to bruise, and Mariko is just enough of a coward to not to want to prod at it too much.

Instead she looks down at her baby--

And slams the mental brakes because yep, she's in for it now, she's really done it, there's no going back, the river has been crossed. Ha. Ha ha.

Well. No more fooling herself.

She looks back at Sasuke, who's still watching them, makes a sort of tilt of her head that means come here, and then Sasuke's at her side instead of filleting fish, kneeled on the ground where she's cross-legged.

"She needs a name," is what Mariko says, almost like she's hearing someone else say the words. "We can't just keep calling her anoko or Ko-chan." She pauses, thinks a moment, and says dubiously, "Unless you want to name her Kou. I guess that would be…efficient."

Lazy is more like.

Sasuke's eyes go a bit wide. He looks down at the child in question. "A name, huh?"

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They return to the base in Sound by the time Yasumi is a month and a half old, and she's snug and hidden in her wrap against Mariko's chest under her kimono top and haori, so they don't draw many strange looks until they're waylaid by Juugo and Karin as they're setting down their packs in their dusty entryway and Mariko has to dodge Karin's hug.

"Uhh," says Karin, confused and apologetic, looking her over more carefully, questing for injuries.

"I'm fine," Mariko says hastily. "It's just--"

As if cued, Yasumi starts to whimper and snuffle.

All four of them freeze, and Mariko tries not to glance sideways at Sasuke like a caught-out preteen.

"Is that…a baby?" says Karin cautiously.

"Maybe," says Mariko, like a dumbass.

Yasumi cries louder. Mariko winces and starts shifting fabric around until she's latched onto a nipple. Juugo only seems to realize he's staring at her naked boob after several long moments of shared speechlessness, and then looks away politely, if wild-eyed.

"I'm pretty sure there's no 'maybe' about that baby," says Karin, sounding a bit faint. "Like, that is definitely a baby sucking on your tit, Mariko."

"I mean, you're not wrong."

Sasuke is determinedly not meeting anyone's eye.

"I'm sure that we didn't leave the two of you alone long enough for this to have happened," Juugo says.

Mariko feels a deep flush cover her face, sees something similar happening along Sasuke's cheekbones and ears. If they weren't in the middle of having to explain a mystery baby, she'd think it was adorable. She's only seen him blush a handful of times in her life.

"Five months is not long enough for a baby," Karin agrees. "So why--how--baby?!"

"We found her," Sasuke says. "Her mother died, the village was basically ash--we couldn't leave her."

"So naturally the best option is to just adopt her," Karin says sarcastically.

Neither Sasuke nor Mariko reply to that.

"Oh my god!" Karin bursts out. "Seriously?! You found some strange baby and decided to just keep her?!"

Juugo closes the front door.

"You two are some of the most wanted people on the entire Continent! The bounties on your heads are worth a small country! And you just randomly adopt a baby?! Are you stupid?! You--I--since when are the two of you even sleeping together?!"

Mariko and Sasuke frown in unison at that, because what does that have to do with it?

"Technically we've slept together since the age of twelve," Sasuke says, surly.

"Oh, don't be--you know what I mean! Whatever, you've been doing the whole bedroll-sharing thing for years, blah blah! I mean, Mariko's had this whole under-the-table booty call thing off and on with Haku, and you two are connected at the hip, but you've never been together." But Karin retracts the finger she's been jabbing in their direction, looking between them with sudden uncertainty. "Right? You weren't--you're not together?"

"We haven't been secretly having sex for the past few years, no," Mariko says dryly. Meanwhile, Yasumi detaches herself from her breast, making soft noises. "Not that it's your business, really."

Karin puffs right back up, bright hair tossing over a shoulder, and hands on her hips. "Well, excuse me, but when you bring back a baby together and are implying that she's yours now--you're basically saying that you're her parents!"

Mariko stiffens, because that's a word that she's successfully avoided thinking, even though she's thought the equivalent of its meaning with quite a bit of depth. But when she looks over to Sasuke, he's just frowning at Karin, apparently confused.

"Who else would I have children with but Mariko?" he asks.

Karin has no reply to that; her jaw is locked open. Juugo has his eyebrows up, but doesn't look like he's had the rug pulled out from under him the way Karin does.

Mariko--Mariko can't say exactly the same as Sasuke, mostly because Sasuke says it like he's never even thought about having children except in the context of 'with Mariko.' And Mariko, in contrast, has thought about having children a lot, because talented kunoichi without bloodlines were considered valuable in a way that meant that there was a lot of semi-public conversation about who she'd make a good match for back in Konoha, as soon as she'd visibly hit puberty. Shinobi placed a lot of stock in--well, in one's stock, and to avoid inbreeding to the point of injury, clans liked to bring in fresh blood that was unlikely to rock the genetic boat. Or, hopefully, improve it. And having graduated in a class full of clan heirs and with bloodline geniuses for peers, while herself having gotten a swift series of promotions and an apprenticeship with one of the village's most notorious shinobi…Mariko had always been considered a hot commodity insofar as the older generation was concerned. Her relationship with Haku had garnered a lot of attention, and the possibility of him marrying into Konoha and having children had been a big reason for it.

So if Mariko's ever thought seriously about having children one day, she'd either thought that it wasn't likely because she was planning a societal revolution and was likely to die before reproducing or just be too damn busy, or she'd thought that she might pop out a kid or two with whomever was most convenient to marry and do her best not to fuck them up irreparably.

Hearing Sasuke essentially say that he wouldn't consider having children with anyone but her is functionally the same as when she'd thought 'we can have lots of babies' in a sleep-deprived stupor: it's a conclusion that she should have arrived at sooner, but is incredible and stunning in how normal it felt when she stopped and really thought about it.

Mariko takes Yasumi out of her wrap and faces her towards Karin.

"She's super cute," Mariko says solemnly. "We named her Yasumi. She sleeps a ton and is ridiculously snuggly. We want you to be her godmother."

She shifts Yasumi into Karin's arms, who takes her seemingly on autopilot with an expression like she's been hit over the head. Mariko doesn't even have to tell her to support her head.

Karin stares at Yasumi like she's never seen a baby before in her life.

"We were going to ask both of you, actually," says Sasuke. "To be godparents."

"Me?" says Juugo, alarmed.

"You," Sasuke confirms.

"Naruto'll be pissed when he finds out," adds Mariko, "but I basically raised that guy and he shouldn't be allowed around small children unattended for at least another decade. Besides the whole political situation thing."

"If it's really that important, he can be a godparent later," Sasuke says dismissively.

Mariko turns to him with narrowed eyes. "Someone's getting ahead of himself."

Sasuke seems to realize what he's said and looks as close as he ever gets to sheepish. "Sorry."

"Mmhm."

"Of course this is what you do," Karin says dully. "We leave the two of you alone for five months and think, 'Oh, well, the plan is already for them to fuck things up, how bad can it get?' and then we get reminded that it's you two and that when left unattended you'll both take down an international human trafficking market and find a stray baby to adopt."

"They weren't necessarily any better when we were there to try to stop them," Juugo says, smiling crookedly as he stands closer to Karin, peering at Yasumi. "I know you remember starting an entire labor movement with the civilian printer's guild in Grass when we were just there to steal a press."

"Just because I remember doesn't mean I want to be reminded," Karin grouses.

Sasuke apparently is satisfied that the situation is more or less resolved and sets about unpacking, dragging their bags just off the kitchen; Mariko follows suit and sweeps her chakra around the hall's surfaces, and then the kitchen's, and collects all the dust into a single great bunny of allergens, opens the kitchen window, and has it hop outside. Sasuke turns to stare at her for that last bit.

"Gross," he informs her.

She just shrugs. She animates dust into literal bunnies--sue her. It's not her fault that not everyone appreciates a good pun.

[yanderefarm]

What happens if we don’t have sex with the yanderes for a long amount of time till there angry about it

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i do feel like i should say that if you just didn't wanna have sex with them they would all be chill with that xhsjdn this is just yknow pushing them? but they're all basically ok with whatever you want and are comfortable with. i feel like that usually goes without saying but idk i wanted to clarify.

cw;; noncon, nsft, self harm mentions, violence towards reader

honestly i can imagine ares and emil being the same. they dont need to worry too much about why you're not having sex with them! they can fix it. they're the type to tie you up. they'd wait for you to go to sleep or maybe drug you so you sleep really deeply and then they'll tie you to the bed. they would both be impatient about it too they want you awake to watch them riding you. ares would be sucking on your cock, being a good cock warmer until you wake up. emil would just have his maids inform him of when you get up so he can save his energy. either way they're going to make sure you fuck them properly. relationship repaired!

i think noemie, nephite, and silvan would be cry babies about it. they're annoyed but it gets to their heads like maybe you don't want them anymore. maybe they're not good enough. nephite would be the most shy about bringing it up but when his heat hits you'll come home to him crying and begging for you to not ignore him anymore. noemie is most likely to try and seduce you, he'll sit in bed with his ass in the air or he'll wear slutty lingerie to try and get your attention until it becomes too much, he'll break down crying asking why he isn't good enough for you anymore. silvan is just going to keep going about his day as usual but it stings everytime he starts to get close to you and you ignore him but he doesn't throw a fit he's more likely to accept that he's not wanted anymore and turn to tearing himself apart inside either for attention or because clearly you're going to replace him.

ajax is weird because i don't think he's ever been deprived sex in his adult life. i don't think he'd know how to handle rejection. i think he'd get pissed off and start accusing you of cheating on him because his brain just can't make sense of you not wanting him for so long. you must be cheating on him and that's why you're not as desperate as he is. either he gets bratty and says then he'll cheat too to make you as angry as he is. or he'll shove you down and make you touch him. he'll start smothering you with his tits and insulting you while he jerks you off.

i think achilles first of all would have to stop both, he can handle no sex as long as you're still using him as an ashtray, so for him to really snap you'd have to completely neglect him. and he'd be getting his head with paranoia. he'd come home early and completely undress waiting for you to return only to get shunned. he'd bring you one of your whips only to be ignored. he'd even wear short skirts trying to get your attention only for you to pretend he's not there. and it's wearing on his mind. he also would assume you're cheating but he doesn't know what to do about it because he's never properly experienced jealousy before. he'd eventually really snap and tie you up but he doesn't know what to do after that. his best is interrogating you about why you don't want him. what did he do wrong?

[lamamasjamas]

Love at First Sight: A Complication (3/9)

A/n: LOL LOL LOL, continuation of the first pregnancy. Again, if you read this before uhm... no ☺. I changed some minor things. I already liked this part so it was fun to reread and revise.

Warning: Dark!Din, Dub-con smut, breeding/pregnancy kink, very heavy with the kinks in this one, Stockholm Syndrome, dark fic!!!

Love at First Sight Masterlist

You watched Din from the kitchen, washing dishes as you were softly reclined against a rocking chair. He gathered enough credits for it after a few bounties off world, he said it was to help you relax, to help you feel better.

You glare from where he stood, drying his hands on a towel at the side of the sink and turning to you slowly with a warm smile. You couldn’t help but think he looked smug.

His eyes roam over your form that you kept hidden with a blanket. His gaze stays on your belly.

You wince as you shift, trying to find a method to have the least amount of pressure on your back. The pain has been building up for months. It was hard to find relief now so late in your pregnancy.

You were slightly overdue. He wasn’t as worried as you and you were practically trying to get him to do something about it since the first few days the complication occurred.

You’ve been begging him to see a doctor for the past month before your due date, but he denied, stating that he knew a lot about pregnancy and birth and that he was practically prepared for anything. You were a bit frightened when he came to you with a vial of pills and tablets one day, claiming they were vitamins.

He said he asked a physician for them but you had a feeling the barrel of his blaster did most of the persuasion. Especially since you only went to the doctor once to confirm your pregnancy and Din refused whatever they wanted to prescribe you, even denying them the chance to talk to you in private and to schedule another appointment.

You didn’t think it was healthy being cooped up in a ship for most of your pregnancy. Ever since he took you, you’ve been idly waiting for him to return each and every day from his missions. You had nothing to do, nothing to think about except him, him, him.

And the child. But taking care of the green baby was more effort than it was before. It used to be a reprieve. A solace. But he stays the same age. He was fifty and he still toddled like a three year old.

He constantly needed attention and care. He’d wander and get himself hurt if you weren’t vigilant. You often wonder if the mandalorian knew he subjected you to constantly be a mother. If you were stuck with him for the rest of your life that is…

That may have been his plan after all.

Din stays longer because of your restrictions in mobility as the child inside of you grew. It makes you feel suffocated. Although everything does at this point.

He moves towards you and you think you would have liked it if he had his armor on. It made him seem less human. As if his depravity was justified.

Your hands shake when he pulls you up from your seat carefully. You’ve been on the verge of crying lately, one because you physically were exhausted and two because he refuses to take you to a doctor or even a midwife often causing you to shun his advances tries for conversation.

He guides you to the bedroom and you pass by the nursery, slightly peeking inside to hear the soft snores of Grogu bundled up in his blankets. Your hand goes to your stomach as you stop for a moment watching the rise and fall of his breaths.

To think soon there would be two little noises of gurgles and giggles in the house. You almost laugh at the predicament. You would have never thought you would be here months ago.

A part of you believed that you would have travelled the galaxy before settling down. You glance at the mad beside you. Maybe in another life, one where he was normal, where he was sane… you would have travelled the universe together, willingly had a family together.

Dins hand puts pressure on your back and you groan. The bedroom seemed like a good idea now, you wanted to lay down. Dins heavy steps creak against the wood as you shuffle to bed, reaching out for the blankets and attempting to crawl to your side of the bed.

He chuckles as you struggle to get comfortable, rearranging and moving things around and then sighing again when it didn’t look or work right. He stops and his face falls when he could see the tears drop against the pillows below you, making the covers darken.

His hands roam frantically over you, finding nothing physically wrong. He frowns and smooths a hand over your head and face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks panicked, his words short and quiet. You sniffle. You couldn’t help but start to ramble.

“I’m so tired and I feel heavy and I need to see someone, something might be wrong with the baby, with me, I just-“

He stops you, holding your hands gently.

“Hey, hey, we’ll go tomorrow, yeah?” His voice was shaky. He was desperate to placate you.

Your tears stop and you calm instantly. He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

“Okay,” you respond and lay on your side. You really were worried, and scared. You also wanted to go outside. It was a chance to see the world again before you inevitably had to hide in your wooden spacious cottage.

He wrapped you up tightly in winter clothes. He said it was cold when you started to complain, and he was right, but he didn’t have to know that as you stepped out into the snow your teeth clacked slightly before you willed them to stop.

The planet was covered in a soft blanket of white. The homes expelling fumes from their heaters and fire places. You’ve never experienced snow in your home world.

You stared at the open door suddenly feeling nervous to get to know this new village.

The 'trip' was going to be to Grogu's school, since you've never seen it, and straight to the local midwife's home.

Grogu was wearing his mittens and his boots, and you gushed over him when he huffed and puffed from Din putting a hood over his head, protecting his sensitive ears.

You couldn't bend down to pick him up, but Din brought him to your arms and he stopped his whines considerably. Your mobility was further restricted from the fur lined coat placed on top of your shawls.

The sheer amount of clothes you were enveloped in made you look hearty, rather than expectant.

As you shed your layers once entering Grogu's classroom, you still felt as big as before, especially as everyone started to crowd and lean over to watch as the mandalorian carried your coats for you. You sigh, watching as Grogu twaddles off to his friends, giggling and happy.

Everyone was surprised by your presence. They’ve never seen you before, except for the time you arrived a few months back, your stomach was still small, at least smaller, and only a select few were able to catch a glimpse of you if ever when you were out of the house to get some air.

Still, your cottage was located further away from the others. It was bigger as well, with plenty of land around it. Din cared for privacy and only the neighbors were able to keep up with your outdoor appearances.

Rumors spread quickly of the Mandalorian and his “wife”. They thought he was very protective of his family by the way he scoped everyone out the first few days he brought his son to school, almost cold in his demeanor when he asked about the classrooms and their policies.

Din had gone momentarily to speak to a teacher assistant. A droid. You’ve learned of his distaste for droids early on. He keeps you far from them if he can.

He leads the assistant to the side as they try to greet you. Your mouth opens in a polite greeting but Din’s sharp tone cuts the droid off midway.

For a moment you stood there, suddenly feeling your heart beat rapidly in a mix of embarrassment and anxiety.

Many of the parents approached you, asking which child was yours. You pointed towards Grogu, and they gawked, looking to the Mandalorian and wondering what he looked like under the helmet.

They initially thought you were the green one. Now they were wondering if it was him.

As many of the parents chuckled softly and began to pull you into a group of gossipers, your nerves died down.

You appreciated being talked to, maker knows how long it had been since you’ve interacted with anyone.

You gasp when they ask to touch your stomach and you’re suddenly pulled back into a cold and hard chest. Some swooned at the protectiveness and some looked at you in pity, especially when he stared down at the parents talking to you.

You rolled your eyes. They took it as you showing your annoyed fondness towards his actions.

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The walk to the midwife was short, and you didn't have to wait long to be admitted into her makeshift office.

You appreciated the padded chairs and the homey feeling inside. The warm brown walls and the vibrant plants inside made you feel safe. But the midwife, not much older than you, watches in amusement.

Din complains when she orders you to undress quickly after shaking your hand, not yet being told the problem but looking smug as she puts on her gloves.

Your eyes blink up at him pleadingly as you start to shrug your many layers off and she pats on a medical table located further into her cottage. Her warm smile invites you onto the table easily. He sighs loudly, passing over his blaster at his waist pointedly before leaning against the wall next to the doorframe outside.

She rolls her eyes before closing the door softly.

"Very protective, hm?" she mutters cheekily. You nod, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"When was your last check up?"

She sits in front of you, a rolling chair whose creaking wheels make your eyes shift.

"Eight months ago."

Her brows furrow slightly before relaxing again.

"You're really far along, sweetheart," she scolds softly.

You wanted to cry. You felt guilt build up in your stomach, even if it wasn't entirely your fault. Her eyes glance from her notepad to you and she pauses at your anxious state. Your hands shake as you place them over your stomach.

"I think I'm o-overdue..." you stutter worriedly. Her brows shoot up and you start to panic, your eyes start to water, and your breathing picks up. She shushes you gently, her eyes glancing towards the door.

"I'm going to do a checkup for you, okay?"

You breathe in deeply and exhale. Nodding along to the instruction to calm.

The checkup took about an hour, Din was practically pacing outside of the door by the time you came out, smiling tightly and fully dressed again.

The midwife sat you both in her office, which seemed almost comically small for Din's bulking form.

"The baby is fine," you both sigh in relief and she smiles at you, she turns to Din, "I performed a membrane sweep on your wife-"

"I'm not his wife," you interrupt quickly, fiddling with your fingers over your bump. He turns to you in slow silence, obviously irked by your comment. She stares between you both, clearing her throat and continuing.

"Like I was saying, I performed a membrane sweep on her and-"

"What is that?" he demands.

She sighs deeply, maintaining her smile with a strain.

"It's a technique where we take the amniotic membrane off by sweeping over the cervix. Helps her body know that she’s ready."

He nods as if he understood. You sigh.

"The success of the procedure isn’t certain. I suggest other methods of inducing labor as well."

She smiles cheekily as she leans her elbows on her desk, Pressing her hands over her chin and grinning fully at your confusion.

"Of course, the most enjoyable method is to have sex, but there are other methods."

You tense, Din shifts in his seat, watching as she writes down on her notepad and rips the sheet off loudly.

Before she pushed you both out of her door she winked.

He was relatively silent on the walk home and you were buzzing, practically bouncing on your feet as he started opening the door.

He was expecting you to jump him the moment he took off his helmet and you started shedding your coats to the floor. But he was shocked at the way you practically ran, more like waddled, to the kitchen, taking out ingredients for spicy stew.

You didn't even notice him walk out the door to pick up the kid from school, too busy pacing around the house and eating fruit.

During dinner you breathed in and out your mouth wide open, pouring water down your throat from the excess amount of spice you put in your own serving. He shook his head gently at your antics, especially when you went to sleep without even looking in his direction.

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It's been two days; the membrane sweep did not work, and you were getting antsy. You've checked off every single thing off the list, except for the ones that needed a certain partner.

You were getting antsy, your hands were constantly on your belly, almost pushing down as if that would make the baby come out.

The house was warm, Grogu was playing in the common area, gurgling half mumbled numbers as he pushed building blocks and toy ships one by one.

For a brief moment you imagine a baby next to him, a human baby. Brown hair, brown eyes. Playing along.

You brush the window curtains open, the slight chill of the glass migrating to your cheeks. You shiver as you see the image in front of you.

You watch Din's deft fingers work over the panels of his ship, hyper focused on the way they flexed against the metal and the way they gripped tools.

Sparks flew, illuminating his armor and helmet. He grunts in irritation when a weld didn’t come out as well as he’d liked.

He turns. His hands making their way to his hips as he watches you back.

You retreat further into the house when he quirks his head in question of your stare. The moment he entered the household he was met with you waiting at the table for him, food ready at the table and steaming.

Dinner was relatively silent; you were unfocused, and you ate mechanically. You hurried to the bedroom the moment you finished and placed your plate in the sink.

You take a yawning Grogu from his seat and hurriedly strode to the nursery.

He sighs, getting up to wash.

He stood in the hallway, dishes done and left to dry in the rack, watching his son sleep peacefully. The crib next to his empty and half of the room vacant. He sighs, wishing the baby would come soon.

There were two separate bedrooms apart from the main bedroom, each big enough to accommodate two or three children. Grogu had chosen his little siblings toys. The color of the walls.

He was just as excited.

"Din, I need your help," you shout from your bedroom. He comes in immediately.

"What happened?" he shouts back, looking frantically throughout the room.

You were in the bathroom; he ran towards you only to see you in your underwear twisting and turning in front of a mirror.

"Why did you take me?" you ask, tracing over the trimming of lace lining your panties. Your ass looks incredible as you pulled up the waistband over your hips, it bounces as you poke at it, wincing when the cellulite emphasizes over the lighting.

You sigh, looking towards him in a heady stare. He walks over to you, envelopes you in his arms and sighs as you turn your face away from his chest.

"I love you."

"Do you? I don't think you can fall in love so quickly-"

"Well, I did," he says shortly.

You sigh, his hands smooth over your abdomen and you stop his hand, watching him through the mirror intently.

Something was wrong with him, he knew. You drove him to do things he wouldn't do otherwise. It was as if the moment he saw you, something was triggered in his brain. He couldn't function without you now, he would get angry, depressed, demoralized.

You were a necessity now.

"Would you fuck me, Din?" you ask innocently. He shivers at the way your eyes lift lazily up to meet his in the mirror.

You lead his hands under your underwear grinding against his palm as he cups your mound.

His fingers get sucked into your cunt and you sigh. You rest your head against his shoulder.

"Please..." you beg. A quiet okay was said behind your ear and your feet shuffle in anticipation.

His hand quickens and his fingers work you over slowly and firmly. It was as if you were being rocked by a wave, back and forth his palm connects with your clit, rubbing it firmly and then sliding across it, letting it go and doing it over and over again.

You gnaw on your lip, you could feel heat build within you ever so slowly, so gently that you sigh in content. The pain and throbbing of your body was soon forgotten as he led you to the bed, his fingers gliding over your folds and moving to your opening mouth languidly.

You suck his fingers as he laid on the mattress pulling you on top of him. He imagines your sucking motions to be akin to your lips around him, you look into his eyes deeply as your tongue swirls over his digits. He groans, slowly pulling away from your lips and trailing his fingers over your neck and towards your breasts, cupping underneath them and making your eyes roll up.

His chest was firm underneath your hands as you closed your eyes and moved your hips to an invisible rhythm.

The next morning, he would finally notice the red marks marring his skin, as he glances towards you, watching him as you pull the sheets up to your breasts, covering them in an innocence he knew was a farce.

His cock bumps against your cervix repeatedly, and you speed up, feeling him open you up each time your hips met.

You whine when your thighs start to cramp from your desperate movements.

"I-I can't -"

He flips you making sure you bounced and landed carefully on top of the sheets and pillows.

"You want it hard or soft."

You moan.

“Hard. Please.”

He has you with your back against his chest, your legs spread wide as he spears his cock into you quickly. You gasp with each thrust, arching your back against him as he sucks bruises against the tender skin of your neck.

His hips plop against your ass loudly, you had to cover your mouth from the feeling of your slick running down towards his thighs and making you slide easier against him.

You feel pure pleasure, almost as if your body is renewed and numbed down to a form in which pain doesn’t exist. You cum harder than you ever had before in your life and as you fall limply against the sheets, your belly atop a comfy pillow placed under you by Din, you sleep instantly.

He was convinced he made you pass out and for a second he worries, almost sliding his cock out of you before you whined, gripping his hand and pulling him so that his arm would wrap around you, effectively forcing him to stay put.

You shivered when you felt him shove himself deeper inside of you because of the proximity. Eventually when you were deep in sleep, which hasn’t happened in a long time, he pulled out, his seed and your slick rushing out of you.

You woke up that day feeling better than ever, albeit a little sore, but you don’t think you’ve felt that much relief in a while.

As you sit up you groan, the weight of your bump finally getting to you. You look to your side seeing the outline of his half erect cock through the sheets and hold your breath.

He woke up with his cock in your mouth, already hard as you climbed on top of him and started grinding.

He was elated at the fact that you were initiating this. It made him feel as if he was wanted, as if he had a purpose.

You couldn’t agree more as his thick cock stretched you that morning, making you see stars and replacing the aches in your body with pangs of intense pleasure.

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It felt good to be fucked. It felt good for him to tire you out and to sleep from satisfied exhaustion. So, you did it each and every night until you would inevitably go into labor.

It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even worry about how overdue you were, you just wanted the excuse to have him inside of you all of the time.

He was feral for it. He loved your body; it was so plush and swollen and his. The fact that anyone from the outside, when you make him take you out for walks to aid in your predicament, could see that you were carrying his baby made him want to ravish you then and there.

You would often have mothers come up to you now, saying that you were going to have a big baby, and that they would probably be as strong as their father. It made him keen.

The whole village knew you belonged to him, especially as you stuck to his side and huddled for warmth from the heavy winds and the freezing air and especially as you hold his son as if your own, close against your chest as if you haven’t seen him for years even though he was just a walk down a path the whole day.

Everyone thought you were a happy family. They thought that when you wrapped your arm around his you were cherishing your time together, you were, in a way, it was just that you only wanted his cock. He usually took that as a signal to hurry up home, especially when your hands started to wander over his chest plate, supposedly wiping off dust or snow from his armor.

A big and happy family is all he wanted. He was just missing a member at the moment.

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“Fuck, Din, h-harder.”

It's been three days so far. The midwife said you were dilated 1 centimeter. It only made you more desperate for his cum.

Sperm softens the cervix, and a soft cervix prompts dilation.

"I can't-" he groans, holding your hips still and leaning away.

"Please-" You press your ass against his crotch, pressing him deeper into you and making yourself gasp out against the pillows, your drool accumulates and spreads against the pillowcase, prompting you to lick your lips.

"We're so close..." you say pleadingly.

He squeezes your waist, stilling you from bouncing your hips against him.

"Close to what?"

"Our baby," you whine.

You knew him well. You knew what made him tick, and how well you could manipulate your way for something you wanted. That being, getting plowed into the mattress, with the bonus of speeding up the process of labor.

Your voice echoes in his head. Our. You usually referred to them as yours, because you're carrying them and you're going to be the one taking care of them. So you thought.

Also, because you didn't want him, at all and in any form, out of sexual pleasure.

He twitches and you swear you hear him growl. A shiver runs down your spine and you push him further.

"I want to give you a baby. Don't you want me to?" you murmur moaning and whiny, mimicking the women in holos usually seen in your same position.

Your hand moves under the swell of your belly, making you wince from the uncomfortable position and connect with your clit. You circle your hips, feeling him start to thrust lightly against you.

"You can put another in me after..."

His fingers meet yours and rub with you. You almost scoff against the pillow from his sudden eagerness, but your breath catches from a particularly hard thrust.

"I'll give you as many children as you want," you blurt out as you feel your body heat up quickly. You didn't have a filter anymore, your mind was shrouded in the feeling he was giving you, in the need to reach completion.

"Please- I want to expand- mph, our clan-"

He hushes you, thrusting into you with precision and pushing you into the sheets below careful to not put pressure on your stomach. You didn't even notice that he turned you over, your back hit the mattress, his hands pinning you beneath him. His mouth glides along the valley of your tits.

His tongue slides over to your swollen and dark nipple, helping him engulf your fatty tissue into his mouth. He sucks in pulses.

He lifts your ass in the air, pressing himself as deep as he could go before pulling out and thrusting in again. His pelvis slides against your clit each time his cock meets your cervix.

You come apart with a tremble and a high-pitched whine. He groans into your breast, sucking until your milk coats the inside of his mouth. Your back slowly lowers back into the soft blankets and he holds himself up, his head buried in your breasts.

You sigh, pressing your hands against his hair as the pressure on your chest was being relieved. His cock was pulsing in time with his suckles.

Your nails were scratching behind his head, caressing his brown locks and smoothing a thumb over his cheekbone.

He came with a long groan, still inside of you, when you tug on his locks after he bit you lightly.

He lifts his head, his eyes search your own blissed out ones, half lowered and drowsy. When he kisses you, you respond back sensually, slowly and as if you meant it.

It stung him.

The only way he could get you to show him affection was if you were in a state of euphoria and not your complete self. You grumble as his lips start to part yours.

"I'm tired," you mumble. He chuckles, nodding his head, helping you shrug some pillows under yourself and placing his body behind you. You hum as you press your head against the pillow.

His lips meet your earlobe and you smile lightly, still in a daze. You pause when he speaks, lowly.

"I will get you swollen again. I know you; you seem to forget that. I know your using me to get off, but any words said to me are a promise."

Despite yourself and despite everything else you clench around him, a quiet moan escaping you as he presses himself against your back and slid back into you slowly.

The very next day the contractions hit, he carried you to the midwife across town and you met a very beautiful, yet slimy, chubby baby.

Your eyes softened when he first handled her with gentle care, as if she were made of glass. He smiled, almost grinned, when she gurgled and moved her head from side to side, looking for you.

You forced your hands to stop shaking when you gently cradled her to your chest. Staring into her eyes as they opened slowly, you truly started to believe it wasn’t unbelievable he fell in love with you so quickly.

A/n: Reblogs and Comments much appreciated lol. 🥰❤️ mwah! 💋

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Hello! How about yakuza men and their favorite kinks? Ty <3

UR SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE ANON <33

yakuza men and their kinks !

▷ pairing - kazuma kiryu, goro majima, taiga saejima, shun akiyama, y0!akira nishikiyama, daigo dojima, ryuji goda/afab!reader (all seperate)

▷ tags -  nsfw, minors dni, bullet list headcanons, no gendered pronouns or terms used, various kinks, penetrative s3x, oral s3x (male receiving), unprotected s3x (be responsible, friends), reader is described as physically smaller, multiple rounds, a whisper of sub!akiyama, mentions of spanking and photographing (nishikiyama)

kazuma kiryu ▷ praise (receiving)

kiryu's a pretty stoic man by nature, but you learn pretty quickly that he's just a big soft teddy bear on the inside

especially when it comes to you

so when he takes you to bed, his only focus is making sure you feel good, happy, and loved

so telling him that he's doing such a good job - the affirmation that he is in fact making you feel so good makes him feel so lightheaded that he doesn't know how to react

the poor man short circuits, his jaw hanging open and his cock throbbing so violently inside of you that it makes you jump

pleaseee hold this man's face in your hands and tell him how good of a boy he is, how much you love him - he'll be putty in your hands in an instant

physical affection gets him, too - when you run your hands affectionately through his hair or pepper his face with kisses, he starts to blush so much that he pleads with you to stop looking at him. baby gets so embarrassed :(

kiryu's not really the type to express a lot verbally, especially during sex, so don't expect him to return the praise right away

but he'll absolutely do so after you've both cum, holding you tight in his arms kissing your cheek and whispering about how beautiful you are and how well you took him

(bonus: this applies outside of the bedroom too - he's better about keeping himself together when it's not just the two of you, but if you compliment him you'll know it's affecting him just by the way his eyes start to dart away from you)

goro majima ▷ overstimulation (giving and receiving)

majima's the type of guy who give his all to everything does - god forbid he half-asses anything, 'cause that's lame as hell

and "giving his all" usually means "pushing his limits" which also means, unfortunately (or fortunately?) that your limits are gonna get pushed too when he's fucking you

a single orgasm simply just isn't enough for him to rip from your body - he HAS to make you cum over and over until one of you collapses

he's not as much of a sadomasochist as his mad dog persona would suggest, but god if he can't get enough of the way you cry and tremble underneath him as he drags you over the edge again and again and the exhaustion that starts to seep into his muscles as he ruts into you without stopping

he laughs in your face when you plead with him to slow down a little, tears streaming down your cheeks as his cock slides in and out of your sore pussy

"ya can't take anymore? hah - that's bullshit, doll, and ya know it. ya can take what i give ya, or i'll just stop fuckin' ya. s'that what ya want?"

you know in the back of your head that this is his way of giving you an out if you truly wanted him to stop disguised as a challenge - but despite your nerves being alight with so much stimulation that you could scream, you feel like you'd die without his cock inside of you

majima's eyes swirl with a mix of affection and downright obsession as you tell him to keep going, a loud cackle falling from his lips as he starts slamming his hips into you again

yeah, he's not stopping until you either seriously beg him to stop, he's shooting blanks, or his cock is rubbed raw

(bonus: if you give him head, keep sucking even after he cums - the heady mix of pain and pleasure that shoots through his body is the greatest high he thinks he's ever gonna experience)

taiga saejima ▷ size kink

"fork found in kitchen" sort of kink with this guy. with how tall and broad he is it's pretty much impossible for him NOT to have a size kink

it's the littlest things that get him going - seeing how much bigger his hand is compared to yours when you're holding it, watching you tiptoe to get something off a high shelf before pouting and asking him to get it for you, you stealing his jackets and drowning in the fabric

you're just so cute and small compared to him, the size difference activating two of his instincts - that protective instinct deep down inside of him that makes him want to wrap you up in his arms and never let go (the one he's proud of) and the instinct to see your tiny pussy stretching out around his absurdly fat cock (the one he's a little less proud of)

seeing the way your encircled fingers barely touch when you're stroking him will probably make him so hard that the poor man feels like passing out

he's careful when entering you, afraid that he's going to split you in half with the monster he keeps in his pants, but as soon as you start mewling about how big he is and how good it feels all the restraint he has slips through his fingers like sand

he loves how his body absolutely covers yours when he's on top, how you fit so perfectly into the crooks of his thick arms as he holds you close, how tiny and cute you look when you're underneath him

absolutely starts to call you "little one" and finding excuses to hold your hand or hug you from behind so he can bend down and rest his head on top of yours

(bonus: if you ask saejima whether or not he wants to be a dad, he'd probably say hell no and that he's not ready for that kind of responsibility yet - but if you ever happen to beg him to fill you up with his cum while he's inside you, he's going to bust immediately. the thought of marking you permanently as his just makes him so aroused that he's grunting and spilling into you before he even realizes it's happening. congratulations, you just unlocked his breeding kink :))

shun akiyama ▷ lingerie/costume kink

sue him - he's a fan of the classics

akiyama always has loved when you dress up in general, always pulling you into his arms and telling you how pretty you are in the dresses you wear - but man, if you wear a pretty lingerie set for him?

he's mentally cancelling whatever appointments he had for the rest of the day - he needs to get you in his bed and show you just how much he appreciates the effort you put in to get pretty for him

"this all for me, honey? yeah? god, you look amazing"

something about the way the bra accentuates your cleavage and the lace looks on your skin just gets him going

he's especially impartial to black lingerie, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get hard with any color or style you decide to put on

teases you by tracing the edges of the lace instead of touching you where you actually need him

just laughs when you tell him to hurry up and touch you. "can i not take time and appreciate how beautiful you are?" he muses, an amused gleam in your eyes at your desperation

when he finally relents to your pretty begs, he doesn't even bother taking any of it off - he's just pushing the bra up over your tits and your panties to the side so he can still appreciate how it looks on your body as he fucks you

the costume kink is something he's less readily to admit to out loud, because as much as it arouses him it feels too porn-y to be a kink he can proudly tell you about

those stereotypical 'sexy' costumes - nurse, cop, maid, playboy bunny - seeing you in one of those will have him immediately popping a boner

don't get him wrong - he's not necessarily into roleplaying anything having to do with those costumes - just the sight of you in it is enough to have him dragging you to whatever secluded space is closest to have you

as you can imagine, halloween parties that you both attend are a test of how long he can last before having to put his hands all over you

(bonus: akiyama has never thought of himself as submissive in bed in any shape or form - but one day you wore a cop outfit for him, and he just couldn't say no to you when you asked to cuff him just for shits and giggles. you both were laughing about the long list of crimes he's committed to earn jailtime until you actually handcuffed his wrists behind his back and tugged on it jokingly. let's just say akiyama was not proud of the noise he made and the stunned silence from both of you that followed.)

akira nishikiyama ▷ marking (giving and receiving)

no matter how casual nishiki tries to seem with you, he's possessive

if you're his partner, he's going to make absolutely damn sure that everyone knows it

his mouth is latched onto your neck as soon as your make out sessions get steamy, determined to litter your pretty neck and collarbone with hickeys

nishiki gets a heady rush of satisfaction and arousal once he pulls away from your neck, seeing the red blotches and bite marks he's left all over you

it doesn't just end at hickeys - he'll dig his fingers into your hips as he fucks you just to see the crescent-moon shapes his fingernails leave, or spank you hard enough to see the reddening imprint of his hand on your ass

he knows you're going to scold him the morning after for the amount of bruises you're going to have to cover up in order to go to work, but he can't bring himself to stop - not when you're moaning so prettily underneath him in response to him suckling at the sweet spots on your neck

as much as nishiki wants others to know that you're his, he's equally obsessed with the idea of everyone knowing that he's yours

any marks that you leave on him he wears with pride

he absolutely loves feeling your fingernails rake down his back when he's railing you, knowing they're leaving deep angry red marks over his koi tattoo that he gets to admire later

if you give him any hickeys, he doesn't even bother hiding them - his top buttons remain undone like they always are, proudly showing off your handiwork to the world

(bonus: when nishiki's feeling especially nasty, he likes painting your skin with his cum. your stomach, your face, your tits, your face - it really doesn't matter, nishiki is equally obsessed with the way the pearly liquid drips down your skin. he probably buys a polaroid camera just so he can keep a picture of your cum-covered face in his wallet to use as material when he doesn't have access to you)

daigo dojima ▷ orgasm control (giving)

daigo's not a hard dom by any means, not having any rules for you when you're having sex with him

honestly, for the chairman's lover, you have a surprising amount of freedom - going where you please, his black card in your purse to pay for anything that his pretty little darling might want

there's only one rule daigo has for you - you are not allowed to cum without his permission

daigo almost feels bad when he feels your doughy walls clenching around him and hears you begging for permission to cum, surely so so close to finishing, and then he pulls out completely. almost

unfortunately for you, the way you cry and plead for him to start moving again is just too adorable for him to really feel bad about it

"you wanna cum? beg for it"

he looks down at you as pleads for him to start fucking you again spill senselessly from your swollen lips, his expression unchanging as he starts stroking his length over your lower stomach in a bid to drive you even crazier

once he's satisfied with the amount of begging, he'll push two fingers into you, ignoring his own aching need just to tease you even more

cocks an eyebrow when you tell him his fingers aren't enough and that you need his cock. "you didn't specify, my love - come now, you can use your words"

once he's gotten a sufficient dose of your pretty pleading, he'll finally slot himself back inside you and start to thrust steadily, his eyes full of gentle affection as he focuses solely on bringing you over the edge

so soft once he's done making you plead for his permission, praising you and kissing away the tears staining your cheeks

"did so good for me, darling - cum whenever you want, alright?"

(bonus: daigo's another fella with a hidden breeding kink - while he's mostly ignored any suggestion that he should think about continuing the dojima bloodline, the one time you convince him to cum inside he's shaken by how much the sight of his cum dripping from your slick folds gets him half-hard again)

ryuji goda ▷ manhandling/strength kink

ryuji's a strong man, and he'll prove it to anyone who he comes across, including you

he loves how easily he can maneuver you - whether its as simple as putting his large hand on your waist to guide you through a crowd or as filthy as lifting you up so he can fuck you mercilessly against the wall

the surprised expression and little yelp you make every time he suddenly lifts you up is also especially amusing to him

sometimes he'll just carry you around instead of letting you walk, just to prove that he can

you've learned to expect being folded, bent, or flipped in any way ryuji damn well pleases during sex

honestly, ryuji just loves having his hands all over you - and manhandling you is just another excuse to grab at whatever inches of your flesh and skin he can reach

really loves any position where you're at the complete mercy of his ability to hold you up i.e. full nelson or holding you up on a wall high enough so your feet don't touch the ground

it really strokes his ego that he's strong enough to keep you elevated without really breaking a sweat, and his ego being stroked is a quick way to get him more aroused

of course, it helps that you're equally as much of a fan of his wanton manhandling - sometimes ryuji does it just to feel the way your walls tighten around his thick cock

"ya just got tighter, babe - ya like that? like being thrown around like a fuckin' ragdoll?"

unsurprisingly, his aftercare consists of him carrying you to the bathroom and insisting to clean you up himself

ryuji's pride as a man is centered on his ability to take care of you without lifting a finger - so even if he's a little rough with you, expect him to be at the beck and call of every single one of your needs

(bonus: if you really want ryuji to be head over heels for you, fight back. try to resist his manhandling, don't obey his commands, be as much of a brat as you can - it'll catch him off-guard, but he'll get so much more aroused when he realizes that you have the guts to challenge him. at the end of the day, this man is a whore for a battle, even if that battle's fought while he's balls-deep in you)

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gyutaro h/c with blind s/o

pairing: gyutaro x reader

POSSIBLE SPOILERS

a/n: super sweet h/c about gyutaro! ALSO, i tried to make this gender neutral as possible, so I'm sorry if there's a bullet point that doesn't reflect that. I'm also trying to be inclusive in my writing (so i don't always include able-bodied readers) but if something is incorrect, please let me know! love you all!

even before turning into a demon, gyutaro wasn't happy with the way he looks

poor little baby was getting bullied, beaten, and shunned

so coming across someone that cannot see his face might help that insecurity a little bit (not that he wouldn't want someone who could see him, because if you truly loved him, it wouldn't be a problem)

how did you two meet? (in these scenarios, pretend like daki and him are separated/he isn't inside her body)

scenario one: you bump into him at night in some alley in the district trying to find your way back to your house. and he waits for the squeal of terror directed towards his face, or for you to run away. but instead, you bow, apologizing deeply. it's then that he notices your cane. you go to brush off his clothes when he grabs your hand and insists no harm was done. let him walk you home. why is he acting so nice? he doesn't know. but he doesn't like it. he hates humans, disgusting creatures. but this one seems ok.

scenario two: daki grabs you for your beauty, but he stops her from devouring you. why? who knows? maybe it's because he recognizes you from when you were kind to him. either way, you're his now.

just like when he was the primary guardian of his sister, he would love to feel like he was protecting you, even when you don't really need it

he would follow you around to make sure nobody would be mean

he would make sure there were no sharp objects around that you could potentially run into in areas you weren't familiar with

one night, the two of you were sitting on your futon, talking, hugging, doing whatever s/o and demon bf do, when you reached up to touch his face. he tensed up a bit, a little nervous of your soft hands feeling the uneven skin, but when you smiled at him, he saw you were genuinely happy. he might've shed a tear that night, but who knows?

you could feel his body tense up next to yours, but you didn't cease your movements. your hands, cupping his face, trying to map out what you couldn't see.

"mmmm, whatcha doing?"

"just trying to feel what you look like."

"'fraid there isn't much there, love."

"nonsense. you are gorgeous."

(sniff. "are you crying?" "no it's just raining." "..." "we're inside.")

his hands reach up to cover yours, slowly entwining your fingers as he puts them into his lap. he rests his forehead on yours, and the two of you sit that way for a while before you reach up and press a small kiss to his lips.

"thank you."

"for what?"

"loving me as i am."

"and you, me." (<- a/n: this part was so rough for me to think of. i literally had a brainfart and was like, how do you respond to this... 'ditto?' 'same here?' i wanted it to be romantic lmao.)

this man wouldn't hesitate to kill for you. fr. you saw what he did to that samurai that got ume. he would annihilate them.

i'm trying to think... how would he respond to you aging? like would he just let you die of old age? would he turn you into a demon? like this man has never felt so loved and accepted by someone (who wasn't his sister), and i don't think he would let you go that easily.

love languages: physical touch. this man was STARVED of loving physical contact as a child. please hug him.

words of affirmation. mans doesn't regret becoming a demon, so don't say anything like that. but maybe, "you're so pretty", or "best bf ever" or "you're too good to me." mans would be one of three things.

one, weeping. crying his eyes out. hugging you, or your waist (depending on where the two of you are)

two, bashful. little embarrassed about his reaction, but he loves and CRAVES the attention. little head kisses as thanks.

three, literally throwing you onto the bed and just going crazy.

fucks you into next week.

his love languages towards you: acts of service. physical touch. enough said.

very loving though. just don't flirt with anyone else, even to get a rise out of him. toxic gyutaro fr. mans is a demon. how else would he react?

a/n: AHHH hope this is enjoyable! let me know if you want more h/c from characters. i'm literally obsessed with demon slayer rn...

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Your request is open and you writed for saint Seiya too?!! Sweet!!!! Bless you baby~❤️😘

I've been looking for a blog that writes about Saint Seiya for a very long time so, you are my last hope 🥺.I don't know how many characters you can write so I only asked for five characters to be written😄. Dragon shiryu, pegasus Seiya, Cygnus hyoga, Phoenix Ikki, Andromeda Shun ( from classic saint Seiya ) with Fem s/o who has the same attitude as them and is understanding.... ( Separately) please 🙏

Thank you so much for been here,thank you so much for your hard work and this flower is for you 💐❤️

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Oh my gosh, you are so sweet!!! Making me giggle as I read this request!! Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!!

Pegasus Seiya:

He’s the guy that cracks the most jokes and tries to get everyone to laugh. When he met you for the first time, he finally found someone who could make him laugh just as he made other people laugh. He stuck close to you, not wanting to leave your side and you were ok with that. You like him being around you and enjoy the feel of him being around you. The day he came to you with tears running down his face, you immediately asked him what was going on. He told you everything and immediately laid his head on your lap. You snorted but let him, knowing he needed this comfort more than anything after telling you about what had happened. “It’s gonna be ok Seiya. I will stay by your side.” 

Dragon Shiryu:

Shiryu is always calm and collected. Never lets anything get to his head. So when he meets you, who is just as calm and collected as him, he becomes happy. You two become best friends in no time. Doing homework together, watching movies, even going out and just getting something to eat. One day, you were out in the forest, painting the nearby animals that walked through when you felt Shiryu’s presence. However, you could feel a sense of sadness. Placing your things down on the ground, you stood up and walked over to Shiryu. You stopped in front of him and immediately opened your arms up. He immediately walked into the offered hug and wrapped his arms around you. He needed the hug and you were happy to give it to him.

Andromeda Shun:

After his brother had left, Shun had no one. That’s when he met you. You both were shy but you tended to snap at people when they irritated you. Shun would always stick near you and keep himself relatively close to your side when he needed your presence. You never minded as it gave you someone to talk to when you became bored. One afternoon, Shun came running to you with tears falling down his face and you knew what happened. As if on cue, the people responsible for his tears walked in laughing but stopped when they saw you staring them down and glaring. They tried to argue why they did what they did but when they saw you eyeing them up and down they immediately turned and walked away. Shun gave you a soft smile before moving over to watch what you were doing.

Cygnus Hyoga:

People would describe him as cold, and unapproachable but it was the opposite. You have him were very similar in terms of emotion and the way you acted. He would always stick next to you. Even when you both were kids and training to be saints of Athena, you were always drawn near each other. Eating lunch, you both are sitting next to each other. When you were sitting on a bench just behind your little house reading, you heard someone walking back towards you. You knew who it was by the sound of the steps. “Hyoga, what are you doing here? I thought you had a mission?” You called out, just as he rounded the corner and appeared in your view. When he didn’t say anything, you knew something was wrong. You motioned for him to come over and sit by you. You didn’t have to say anything to know what was going on.

Phoenix Ikki:

Ikki was always a harsh person. After he trained to get the Phoenix armor, his personality and attitude changed. He was harsher. Angrier. Meaner. However, he never got angry or upset with you. He never said anything harsh are mean to you because he knew he would never forgive himself he did that. You were his best friend and had always been his best friend. You both stuck together when you were kids. You helped him raise Shun when he wasn’t able to. You protected each other. You protected Shun when no one else would. Sitting at the stream that ran past the old orphanage where he and his young brother used to live, he wasn’t expecting to see you. You stood at the stream, washing some clothing before lifting your head and making eye contact with Ikki. “Ikki, you’re home.” You whispered. He watched the different emotions flutter across your face before you settled on smiling up at him. He immediately stood up and walked towards you. He wanted to feel your hugs again. He missed them.

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humilation

sub!alejandro x f!reader

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warnings: cock and ball torture, degrading, self degrading, humilation, spanking, use of ‘dog’, blowjob.

kinktober masterlist. (day 12)

a/n: this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but i took a break. here it is, posted the next day! ps. these photos were mainly the theme for this :)

His hard cock throbbed beneath your ruby high heel. Alejandro's pleading eyes gazed up at you, pleading for your mercy as you grinded the high heel back and forth, stepping on his stuffed dick. “Dirty boy, Alejandro. Look how hard you are, so desperate, hm?”

Alejandro nodded at your words. His breathing was heavy, hitching in his throat when you applied more pressure onto stepping on his dick. “Oh, stop whining...” you roll your eyes and shunned him for being so needy. “Undo your belt, and give it to me.”

He follows your orders, like an obedient and eager dog. He nervously fiddles with it before handing it to you. You drag it up your thigh slowly, teasing him with your seductive smile. “Up, dog.” He stands to his feet, his cock drooling all over his military issued jeans, cum stains around the crotch. His tip was an angry red.

“Undress. Hurry, Ale...” You stand behind him, spanking his bare ass and wrapping his leather belt around his wrists, tightening it. Pushing him up against the wall and leaning against him, your sweet and expensive perfume finds its way into his nostrils, seducting him. He can't seem to keep his eyes off you; pretty black and red lingerie, those dark red, crimson high heels and pretty jewellery he'd bought for you, ‘La luz de su vida’, as he said.

Your gloved hands wrap around his hard cock, and you begin stroking him. He's so sensitive, especially his tip; after being edged, having his cock stood on, and slapped about. Your other hand fondles his balls, squeezing it harshly to hear him groan and gasp, begging for your mercy. “Please, my–” “Hush..”

You stroke him faster at the sounds of his whimpers, twitching in your hand. Just as he feels himself getting close, you pull away. His eyes narrow down onto you, panting and heavily breathing as he looks down at you. “What?” he gasps, “Shh...” you ease down onto your knees, “Finish in my mouth, Alejandro. You're such a filthy boy anyways, I can see you desperate to cum on these tits too, do you want that, greedy dog?”

Shamefully, Alejandro nods. He closes his eyes, feeling you slap his cock, his eyes shooting open. “Don't look away from my eyes.” you look into his eyes and wrap your soft lips around him, your red lipstick staining his cock, lipstick marks stained on his lower abdomen and neck. “Oh, God, please..” he throbs in your mouth when you drag your tongue along his veiny shaft.

“Aren't you so fucking greedy? Say it, tell me how greedy and selfish you are, what a dog you are.” you laugh, sucking down onto his veiny cock while you suck him off. Alejandro's words come out stuttered as his orgasm comes close. “I'm so greedy, and so fuckin' s-sel-selfish... and a dirty dog!” you suck him off faster hearing those words, his tip spurting out thick cum, exploding in your mouth. You swallow every drop, his low whimpers and how he bucks into your mouth.

“God-God, I'm sorry, baby– Oh,– fuck!” he pants out, strings of his load landing on your exposed, bare tits. Left a panting, whining mess and breathless as you kiss his tip, his shaft red with your lipstick.

[danikamariewrites]

what do you think about writing something based on your hockey bf Lucien idea? maybe like fluff of reader being a proud girlfriend and showing off to all her friends how hot and talented he is lol

Star of the Game

Hockey bf!Lucien x reader

A/n: One of my favorite parts of the game they don’t show on TV is when they announce star of the game. The 3 players come out, wave, and give their stick to a kid and it’s so much fun to watch them get excited, it’s just a feel good moment that reminds me why I love going to games.

Warnings: none

As the game ended everyone filed out of the box except you. There was still the star of the game to announce and you were sure Lucien would be one this time. He had 4 goals and 2 assists! He was incredible tonight. Safe to say his rookie season is going great.

Looking out at the arena you noticed it was mostly empty except for the people who wanted to see who were the stars. Looking at the glass you noticed a few kids crowding the spot where the players hand their sticks out.

You knew the first two guys who were called, Lucien had assisted their goals. At every home game you have waited for Lucien to be the star of the game and you were hoping it would be tonight.

“And the number one star of the game, Lucien Vanserra!” The announcer dragged out, getting what was left of the crowd excited. “Yes!” You scream, jumping up and down and clapping like a mad woman. Placing your hands over your heart you watch as Lucien skates in a small circle stopping at the group of kids waiting.

Two boys already had the sticks of the other players. You noticed a little girl wearing Lucien’s jersey, pressing her face against the glass. When Lucien pointed to her you could see her excitement from the box. As he handed the girl his stick she jumped up on a seat to reach for her new prize.

Once Lucien disappeared down the tunnel you leave the box. Waiting by the locker room for him to get changed. When you spot his long firey locks you start bouncing on the balls of your feet. Lucien spots you and his face lights up. As he gets closer he drops his hockey bag, opening his arms for you. Running, you jump wrapping your arms around his neck.

Letting go, Lucien brings his hands up to cup your face. A huge grin on his lips. He said he didn’t care about being star of the game but you could tell by the look in his amber eyes that Lucien was excited. Standing on your tiptoes you plant a quick kiss on his lips. “My little star.” He jokingly rolls his eyes, his grin still plastered on his lips.

“Oh gosh, how long am I going to hear that.” You laugh, smirking at him. “Forever. You’re my star Mr. Goal scorer.” It was cheesy but you didn’t care. “Well don’t bring it up at the after party. I will never hear the end of it. Especially from Tamlin.” Lucien picks up his bag, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Ok big guy. No nicknames in front of teammates.”

You look up at him with hearts in your eyes. You can’t believe how far Lucien has come. After being shunned by his family, putting himself through college, and all those extra hours of practice he is finally where he wants to be. “I’m very proud of you Lu.” You say softly, unsure if he heard you over the chaos of people running around. He looks back down at you. A loving smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Thank you, baby. That means the world to me.”

Lucien softly kisses your head as you continue to walk to the car. “Of course, my little star.”

[felixsramen]

Yours Truly

This is part 8 to my Skz poly fic.

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Warnings: handjob, cum eating

You had woken up two pairs of hands wrapped around you. One set belonging to Jisung and the other Changbin. A blanket was draped over you guys.

You felt safe in his grip. Like you belonged there. It didn't take long before Jisung opened his eyes. They met yours and he blinked the sleep away.

"What time is it?" He says to you. You grab the nearest phone looking at the time. "10:23." You answer back to him and he sighs.

"How are you feeling?" He says hands wrapped around your waist.

"Better. Tired but better." You say back to him.

Changbin stirs awake at yours and Jisungs conversation. He looks at you both and unwraps his hand to grab his phone.

"Fuck." He says swearing at the missed calls on his phone coming from his worried boyfriends.

"I told Chan that I'd let him know if we were staying the night. I'll be back. I'm going to call him and let him know we're good." Changbin says getting up and going to the front porch again.

As Changbin steps outside Jisung looks back at you.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" He asks you. With a sigh you nod.

"I really like you. All of you. I've heard all my life stuff about how being different was wrong. My family has shunned me. Everyone except my parents. I thought about everyone's opinions of me and let it get to my head." You say softly and Jisung looks at you with care.

"You shouldn't care about that stuff. We like you just as much or we wouldn't have asked you on a date today. It sucks you couldn't do it tonight but there's always another night or day." Jisung says trying to reassure you.

"So you guys don't just want me for sex? I'm not just an easy fuck?" You ask him and his eyes are filled with concern.

"Why would you think that? Of course you're not an easy fuck. Yes we think you're attractive but we don't just want to fuck you and leave. You're so much more than that. You mean so much more than that to us. All of us like you." Jisung says and he intertwines yours and his hands together.

You sigh as you feel like weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

"We like you and we'd love nothing more than to get to know you more. Then maybe you could even become our girlfriend." Jisung says his eyes hopeful.

"Maybe." You reply back to him and it's Jisung who kisses you. The kissing turns quickly into a makeout session. Your hands going to his hair as you shift facing him in his lap. You bite softly on his lip and whines.

He pulls away. He looked fucked out already. Hair messy lips plump and his eyes glazed over.

You don't realize that Changbin came back inside.

"What did I miss Ji?" He says looking at you both chuckling slightly.

"Shut up." Jisung says snapping at his boyfriend. Changbin raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Jisung looks away ashamed at him snapping at his boyfriend. He had been used to Hyunjins teasing lately and was getting annoyed with all the teasing.

You look at Changbin who gets closer to Jisung grabbing his face. "Look at me Ji." Changbin says and Jisung doesn't look him in the eyes embarrassed.

"Jisung look at me now." Changbin says annoyed now. Jisungs eyes look at his boyfriend. Changbins taken aback at the tears coming to Jisung eyes threatening to fall.

"Ji what's wrong?" Changbin says.

"Everyone's teasing. All the teasing about me. I don't mind it usually but I feel like that's all everyone does it now." Jisung says tears about to fall.

Changbin sighs. "We're not meaning to tease you so much baby. We love you. I'll talk to the boys about it. We didn't think it was affecting you that much if we knew that you knew we'd all stop." Changbin says sighing again.

Jisung nods at Changbin. "Good." Changbin says and kisses Jisung in front of you. You didn't mind it though. It was always a sight to see. A sight that was welcomed.

It didn't help your thoughts though when Jisung whined when Changbin pulled away. Changbin laughed at the desperate male.

"I think Y/N wants to play with you." Changbin says and Jisung pleading eyes meet yours.

"You'll let her right?" Changbin says and Jisungs eyes never leave yours.

He opens his mouth then closes it. He opens it again. "Please play with me. I'll be a good boy." Jisung says and it catches you off guard but not for long because Jisung kisses your neck.

"Please." Jisung whispers kissing your neck again. He pulls away from you waiting for you to say something.

"Of course I'll play with you." You say running a hand through his already messy hair. He whines and grinds up against you. He lets out a whimper as your mouth meets his neck sucking on it gently.

"Please." Jisung says as you leave another hickey.

"She's not a mind reader Ji. You have to tell her what you want." Changbin says from beside you.

"Want her- her hand around- around my cock. Please." Jisung says rolling his hips into you again.

You pull away from his neck. "Of course I will." You say going to Jisungs pants.

You pull his pants down and release his cock from his boxers and Jisung whimpers as your cold fingers wrap around his cock.

He moaned as you brought a finger over his slit collecting the precum. You let go of his cock and you bring your hand to his cock ready to taste him but Changbin grabs your hand.

He smirks at you and brings your finger to his lips. You let out a soft moan at the way Changbin licks your finger. Changbin pulls off and he kisses your lips.

Jisung whines getting both your attention back on him. You and Changbin look at him.

"Don't be a greedy slut. You take what we give you." Changbin says and Jisung pouts.

"You should be thanking us." Changbin says to him. His hand going to Jisungs hair.

He knows Changbins right. His boyfriends are always right.

"I'm sorry for being a greedy slut. Thank you." Jisung says weakly. With Jisungs apology and thanks you take his cock in your hand again.

Jisung whimpers as you stroke his cock. It's been a while since Jisung was last played with so he was going to let you and Changbin use him however you pleased.

He lets out a moan as you continue stroking his cock. You never understood how cocks could be pretty and yet from the ones you've seen their incredibly pretty.

Jisung was getting close and fast. Maybe it's because his boyfriend watching him get a handjob from someone else. Maybe it's the fact your hand just feels too good. Maybe it's because Jisung hasn't been played with in almost a month. But whatever it is it's got Jisung about to cum all over your hand.

His breathing gets heavier and he's rutting into your hand at this point.

"In such a short amount of time you're so close Ji? You must've really wanted Y/N to stroke your pretty cock." Changbin says and Jisung arches his back into your hold. Cumming all over your hand. His eyes roll back and he doesn't think he's cummed this hard before.

You stroke him through his orgasm as he finally goes limp and his eyes are back on you. He whines at the overstimulation and you pull off.

"You did so good Ji." You say and Jisung really likes hearing you say that.

"Did so good for me and Binnie." You say and Changbin watches in amazement at how you try consoling the boy after his orgasm.

You watch as Jisungs heavy breathing calms. "Let me get you some paper towels." Changbin says but you shake your head. Instead you bring your fingers to your mouth and lick off Jisungs release.

Changbins cock tightens in his pants at the little show you put on.

"Well that's one way to do it." Changbin says and you finish licking off Jisungs release. You get off of Jisung while Changbin goes to grab paper towels for Jisung.

You run a hand through Jisungs hair. "Thank you." Jisung says post orgasm.

"Don't thank me. I wanted to." You say and Changbin comes back in. He whimpers as Changbin cleans his cock off.

"You did so good." Changbin says reassuring his boyfriend reminding him of what you said.

Changbin finishes cleaning him off.

Jisung tucks himself back into his sweatpants. You look at Changbin and can see his hard on.

"I'm okay. Maybe another day. It's late you guys need to get to bed." Changbin says running a hand through his hair.

You sigh knowing that your body seems a lot heavier. You nod and that's when Changbin walks off to the bathroom throwing away the napkins and had a feeling he'd be a minute situating the trouble in his pants.

You lean into the couch. Jisung lays his head on you. "Thank you. Not just for that. For everything." Jisung says and you nod.

"It's no problem Ji." You say.

"I really hope one day, sooner rather than later, my boyfriends realize how amazing you are. All of them and they realize you'd make the perfect girlfriend." Jisung says sleepily.

"Thank you Ji." You say chuckling. Not before long Jisung is asleep. You follow right after him.

Changbin walks back into the living room. He looks at both you and Jisung and he's in awe at watching you two just like he was earlier coming into see you guys asleep against each other. It felt good.

They all wanted you more than they'd like to admit. You wanted them just as bad.

He knew you fit perfectly in his little family and he loved that. Loved the idea of you being with him and the others. Yet he knew it was just too soon.

But that didn't stop him from sitting on the couch and going to sleep. Dreaming about you in their lives.

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[minimultiestfandoms]

~~🎀 fashion icon 🎀~~

requested: yes

i hope this doesn’t suck to bad guys this is my first ever full writing and my first ever smut so please leave ideas and tips and feedback for me and let me know what you guys think! since i’m more of a headcanons and fake texts type of gal!

— Sunnie

inspired by song fashion icon by aliyah’s interlude

description y/n goes on a shopping trip with his friends and comes back to a clingy hyunjin who wants a fashion show from his very own fashion icon of a boyfriend.

warnings!: 18+!, male x male intercourse!, male x male relationships!, male feminization!, mentions of lingerie!, skirts!, handjobs!, boners!, cum play!, breeding kink!, anal sex!, mirror sex!, photography during sex!, nipple play!

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It was an exhausting yet rewarding day, getting to hang out with the girls after so long was fun! going store to store and spending money on cute new things felt great, Y/N knew he would put these items all too great use as he wasn’t one for wasting his money on things he wouldn’t use and knows his boyfriend, Hyunjin would scold him if he did, anyway. Y/n enters his and Hyunjin’s shared apartment, taking his shoes off carefully and walking in holding about six bags, each from a different store in the mall, he looks around, no Hyunjin to be seen, which meant he was most likely in his makeshift art studio in the apartment.

Y/N slowly pats his feet on the floor as he makes his way to Hyunjin’s Studio, Holding his six bags, he slowly creaks the door open revealing a comfy domestic bare faced Hyunjin painting away at it slowly, the moon shun through the window of the room softly onto his skin making him look ethereal at this time in day, Y/N smiles “Hey baby” to which Hyunjin turns and smiles “Hey jagi, when did you get home?” “just now, what are you painting?” Hyunjin chuckles “oh I honestly don’t really know yet… I was about to take a break cause I’ve been in here a while… how was your day out with your friends?” Y/N, enters the room placing his bags down on the floor and sitting comfortably.

“It was great! We talked and drank coffee at first then went window shopping and actually bought some stuff, then we talked a little more and then they drove me back home!” Y/N explained enthusiastically causing Hyunjin to smile brighter as his boyfriend’s excitement and enthusiasm “oh, really? That’s great to hear, jagi, what did you buy?” “just some clothes” Hyunjin smiles “hey show me them! I want a fashion show, with my very own muse and model~” “Jinnie… right now? but you’re painting you really don’t need to..” Y/N pouted feeling bad that Hyunjin would have to stop doing something he loved just so he could watch him try on clothes “no jagi it’s fine, I told you already I’m blank anyway, you could give me some inspiration jagiya~” Y/N shyly smiles and nods, beginning to open one of the six shopping bags and pull out the articles of clothing from it signaling for Hyunjin to turn around with a wave of a finger, Hyunjin whines but listens turning around.

Hearing his boyfriend changing stirred something up in Hyunjin, he wasn’t sure what or why it happened but he tried to calm down when he heard his boyfriend state out a sassy “ahem~” to signal him to turn back around, Which Hyunjin did happily eyeing Y/N up and down slowly and smiling “you look good jagi…. the top and skirt look nice together….” Y/N smiles happily at his boyfriends response only to shift slightly from a change of glance in Hyunjin’s eyes, what was once admiration and love was now lust and desire, Hyunjin licked his bottom lip softly as he eyes Y/N “you know jagi… I might have a way to get inspired... care to help me out with that?” Y/N had never rushed so fast as he rushed towards his boyfriend clinging to him and whining “y-yes jinnie i wanna help~”

Hyunjin smirked carrying Y/N and lifting him over his shoulder as he left his studio and made his way to their bedroom, he placed Y/N softly down on the bed staring down at him as he softly raised his shift over his head and throwing it into some unknown corner of their room, Y/N sits up about to pull his shirt off too but Hyunjin stops him “ah ah ah jagi~ these stay on ok? ~” Y/N nods desperately laying back, Hyunjin leans down to kiss Y/N lustfully as he pull his sweats off himself, leaving him in his boxers as he starts to kiss and suck purple bruises of admiration and lust into Y/N’s neck slowly getting lower.

Hyunjin chuckles and lifts Y/N’s cropped shift just to where his nipples were revealed. Hyunjin slowly blows at them, causing Y/N to shiver and whine. Soon after, Hyunjin began to suck and lick at Y/N’s nipples while he palmed him through his short mini skirt, causing Y/N to moan and arch his back in pleasure. He slowly reached his big veiny hand under Y/N’s skirt and panties, pulling out his hard, fat and leaking cock, giving it a first few soft strokes as he kiss his boyfriend's lips once again.

Y/N moans into the kiss, causing Hyunjin to smirk and pump Y/N’s cock faster in his hands, god Hyunjin was so turnt on, he couldn’t help but grind the hard on in his boxers against Y/N, Hyunjin let’s go of Y/N’s cock for a moment, causing him to whine at the loss of touch, hyunjin needily taps his fingers at Y/N’s mouth placing them in his mouth once he opens his mouth and whines when Y/N sucks on them needily while looking up at him with his big doe eyes.

After a while, Hyunjin pulls out his finger and circles at Y/N’s entrance teasingly, causing him to whine “Jinne please~ don’t tease~” “why not jagi? can’t handle it?” “no please~” Hyunjin chuckles, usually he’d drag it out more but he couldn’t wait anymore he couldn’t wait to be in his loving little fashionable muse, he pumps his fingers in preparing Y/N for his cock and groans as he feels Y/N palm his hard on in his boxers, shit he might cum early….

He pulled his fingers out and desperately pulled out his cock from his boxers, shoving it into Y/N’s entrance causing both of them to groan “…shit… no matter how many times I stretch you out you always snap right back huh? ~ always tight for this cock huh jagi? ~” Y/N whines “mhmm haven’t even started yet jagi and your already speechless” Hyunjin smirks slowly moving, Y/N pouts “I am n-not speechless just… a little tired…from the mall” Hyunjin smiles “then let me take care of you baby~, be my little pillow princess~”

Y/N smiles tiredly and moans as Hyunjin speeds his hips up, the sound of slick, moans, pants and skin smacking on eachother fill the room in echoes, Y/N claws at Hyunjin’s back needily pulling him closer, Hyunjin’s free hand pumping Y/N’s cock, Y/N moans loudly and desperately as his back arches. Y/N couldn’t have thought his day would get any better, but getting fucked desperately by his boyfriend was something he would want to happen more in the future. Hyunjin sucks at Y/N’s neck thrusting and thrusting and thrusting when he feels something like a ribbon snap in him as he cummed in Y/N groaning, pumping Y/N more and more desperately, causing him to cry and spurt out a cumshot he whines.

“Fuck…. Jinnie I’ve never seen you cum so fast before…” “I’m sorry… I couldn’t help it…shit..” “mhmmm you feel nice inside….” as the two pant trying to catch their breath, Y/N notices Hyunjin’s disappointment and guilt as he felt like he should have made it last longer, Y/N chuckles “you know baby… if you reacted like this only to this outfit I don’t know how you’ll react to the other five bags especially the lingerie from Victoria's…” Hyunjin looks at Y/N and slowly smirks “your right… we still have five more bags for you to model for me jagiya~” Oh what a long night ahead of him Y/N had…

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[peachymilkandcream]

Teacher's Pet|Part 7|Teacher Levi x Student Evelyn

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, yandere themes/behaviours, power imbalance, manipulation, mind breaking, blackmail, violence, mentions of mental health struggles, age difference, misogyny, kidnapping, gangbang, exhibitionism, cuck, threesome, etc.

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While it was Levi who Petra really wanted, she wasn't kidding about wanting to find comfort elsewhere. Thankfully, when you offer a group of boys to do what they wanted to you, they usually took you up on the offer.

Petra's moans were muffled by the dick in her mouth. The man she was laying on sucking her tits while he pounded furiously into her pussy while the man behind her stretched her asshole to the limits.

By now she was dripping cum after inviting any boy at the party who wanted to join her upstairs. They had taken turns, leaving her teary eyed and overstimulated. This would show Levi, how she could get any dick she wanted and that he wasn't so special. The one in her hand suddenly twitched and shot cum on the side of her face. Petra was the one truly in control here, but it was nice for her to be used like this.

Taking as many Plan B as necessary was worth the feeling of being filled. Especially when the boys repositioned to fit two cocks into her pussy at once, hammering her into her with more force as she choked on the dick sliding down her throat.

Those who were only watching for now and not participating jerked off until they came on her body. She loved the hold she had on men, to them she was their angel sent from above to pleasure them. Some of those penetrating her had boyfriends, so she made sure they snapped pictures to send, even taking in Petra's face so that word would get back to Levi. Let the midget burn with jealousy, he deserved it for shunning her like this. Maybe if he begged she'd let him eat her out, taste the cum of other men still lingering. And then when he was good and humiliated she'd baby trap him and make him fund her life for eighteen years.

He should have never crossed her.

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A few days had passed and Petra thought that it had been enough time since word of her night had spread. She waited until right around when Levi should be leaving the school to go back to his classroom. Without knocking she entered, hoping to find him jerking off to the pictures of her that had circulated.

Instead, she found him groping Evelyn's breast while he bounced her up and down on his cock.

He noticed her, stopping for the moment so that Evelyn could meet her gaze too.

"What do you want?"

"With her!? This is why you've been shunning me?! You're fucking her!?"

"And? I don't recall us ever being in a committed relationship."

"Still! You were only seeing me! You promised-"

"I didn't promise you anything. You knew what this was. Don't act surprised."

"I'm going to the dean."

"No you're not."

"And why not? I can get you fired- maybe even arrested."

"You know that would never work. I could make your life hell. What I think you're going to do is come and lick Evelyn's clit until she cums while I fuck her."

Petra is disgusted. "Why would I do that?!"

"Because if you do then I'll go back to it just being you and me."

"I-"

"Do it."

Petra thinks on the offer, she had ate out girls before, apologizing for fucking their boyfriends. Could one more time be that bad if it meant continuing her plan of trapping Levi?

She knelt in front of the pair as Levi started thrusting into Evelyn again. Hesitantly Petra kitten licked at the other woman's clit, noting how much more intense her moans became. Levi covered Evelyn's mouth to stifle her screams as he continued, encouraging Petra to lick more, swirling her tongue around the bundle of nerves getting Evelyn twitching and moaning into Levi's hand. It was slightly humiliating, but the kinky side of Petra shone through, getting her panties wet as she devoted herself to servicing her enemy. It would be worth it, in the end.

Finally Evelyn climaxed, squirting Petra in the face as she watched Levi fill her with cum. How she envied her in that moment, being filled and overwhelmed.

When she was done and sent on her way, Petra waited her turn, but due to the most rotten luck as Levi was taking her in his arms she got a call that some girl she had offended was trashing her dorm and she had to go stop her.

"I'm sorry Levi, next time. I'm holding you to your deal."

"Of course, I wouldn't dream of backing out." He waves her off, noticing she had left her bag behind. With a smile Levi opened his desk drawer and pulled out a little baggy with a gloved hand, placing it inside.

"There won't be a next time my dear."