atinystaypixie

[atinystaypixie]

No fr getting on this app and complaining about how reader is written when everyone loves something different and everyone can make reader how they want is crazy. Black reader has been written in so many ways that its hard to complain about one trending way

I love you nerdy black reader I love you ghetto black reader I love you country girl black reader I love you city girl black reader I love you virgin black reader I love you ho black reader I love you weed smoking black reader I love you straight edge black reader I love you black reader and you’re perfect regardless 🫶🏾

[atinystaypixie]

The Art of Knowing You | C.SC

You stared at the phone screen, then at the man holding it up like he was presenting hard evidence in a courtroom.

"Seungcheol."

"You're ovulating," he said, as if you hadn't already read those exact words glaring back at you from his period tracker app.

"I know," you deadpanned. "It's my body."

"Yeah, and it's my job to take care of you," he countered, stepping into your apartment like he owned the place. "And I know you want me."

You folded your arms, watching as he locked the door behind him, kicked off his shoes, and started rolling up his sleeves like he was about to do serious work.

"That's a bold assumption," you muttered, ignoring the way your skin prickled at his confidence.

"Not an assumption," he corrected, gaze flickering over you as he took a step closer. "Fact."

You should have pushed him away. Should have scoffed and sent him right back out the door.

But then his hands were on your hips, pulling you flush against him, and—

Your body betrayed you.

Your breath hitched.

His smirk was damn near smug.

"See?" His voice dipped, low and knowing. "You're already soft for me."

Your fingers curled into his shirt, half a mind to shove him, half a mind to pull him closer.

"You tracked my cycle," you accused, because it was easier to pretend you were scandalized than to admit how much it turned you on.

"Of course I did." He kissed your jaw, slow and teasing. "I like knowing what you need before you ask for it."

Damn him.

Damn him for knowing you so well.

For watching you, for studying you, for committing every little detail about you to memory—your moods, your habits, your cravings, the way you needed him more when your body was primed for him.

"You gonna stop me?" he murmured against your skin.

You should have.

You didn't.

Instead, you exhaled shakily, tilting your head just enough to grant him access.

And that was all he needed.

"Good girl," he hummed, already leading you toward the bedroom.

[atinystaypixie]

Yall y she- ….yall😭

|| friends || l.hc

pairing: just friends!hyuck x just friends fem!reader

genre: "sex dream about my platonic friend", smut

warning(s): profanity, cheating (?), fingering, light LIGHT power play, degradation, reader gets v desperate

wc: 1.9k

a/n: as a v-day gift, I have decided to finally finish this lmao. for those of us lonely, and not, I figured "why not indulge?" so, happy valentine's day my loooves

"a halloween party?? Halloween was over literal ages ago!!"

you cringe at his bratty groan, realizing your habit of nagging him have surfaced.

"if you would let me finish, you would know that that's the point."

there's a moment of silence, "..I'm not following."

"of course you're not." his mutter should have offended you, but you look at him with a ghosted smile, instead, finding this fit kind of cute. 

"shut up, jerk." he doesn't dodge as your foot nudges him in the side. "so your post-halloween halloween party..what's your plan?"

his eyes lit up as he told you his ideas for decoration, location, and guests- but he left his costume completely hush. and it wasn't until you walked into the house, hand-in-hand with your boyfriend that you see him.

your breath catches as you gulp and unintentionally squeeze your man's hand too tightly. however, he squeezes back, oblivious because of his own nerves.

"there she is– SHEEEEESH!" hyuck's demeanor instantly changes as he sees your costume, "I know I said show out but damn can we get a 360?"

you're used to his shenanigans, but for some reason you're feeling simultaneously bashful yet sexy as you give a slow turn, hearing him whistle at the sight of your surprise kitten tail.

"hot mama!"

it really is not okay how gassed you feel right now. what's even more not okay, is how good your friend looks. yes, friend.

"and what about you!! mr. cowboy??" you exaggeratedly gesture to his country boy get-up. "where did this come from?"

"doesn't it look good?" you feel a grin make its way to your face as you see his thighs in the assless chap shorts.

"damn good." your response came out a little eager, but you're excited to see this new side of your friend. "the gloves? nice touch."

"'preciate it Sunshine." he winks playfully, but in truth, your heart flutters..and your gaze does linger on his hands.

probably much longer than it should have taken, you remember your boyfriend is with you and turn to give him attention. "Do you want a drink or snack?"

he looks spooked by your abrupt attention but smiles tightly and nods, "sure." but he's already being escorted to the kitchen by hyuck, who's arm is around his shoulder, yapping about who knows what.

bitch- get it together.

you shake off the tingles coursing through you and mingle with a few familiar faces.

you're slightly swaying to the music, sipping on a soda, alone in the kitchen with a house full of people- which seems odd, but you'll take it at this point. you can't figure out what's going on with yourself. what's so different about tonight.

🎶you make me want to leave the one I'm with, to start a new relationship with you~🎶 

he doesn't even finish the lyrics as you whip around, looking at him in bewilderment. 

"what?" he glares at you with a similar look, "you were literally just dancing to it. what, do you not even know one of Usher's most well known masterpieces?"

you scoff and shake your head, brushing your thoughts away. "no, you dickhead, you singing the lyrics just threw me off.."

he takes a peanut from his handful of trail mix and throws a peanut at your face, "oh I'll show you a dick head." his laugh rings out before he can even complete his crude joke.

you're supposed to laugh along with him- or something, but you glance down at the front of his leather briefs, before clearing your throat and looking away.

"woah woah woah," he hops off of the counter to stand in front of you, "what the hell was that??"

you cross your arms turning away from him, "what was what?" your eyes shoot down to look again, now that he's standing, and rather close to you.

"THAT!" you look off to the side, tapping your heel as you grow anxious, but he turns you to face him by the chin, "no no mamas- you've been checking me out all night. in front of your boyfriend might I add."

you open your mouth to deny it but he shakes his head before you get the chance, "I've been a good boy staying your friend– just your friend.." you can't explain why that stung, but it did.

"but if you're gonna keep looking at me like that mama- well, that just might change tonight." 

your eyes grow wide and your eyes frantically dart everywhere but at his face, the scenarios and possibilities flooding your mind, "n-no we're-"

"Sunshine, you know I'm the one you keep telling your boyfriend not to worry about." 

you want to get mad at his matter-of-fact tone, but the fact of the matter is– he's right. 

you'd been going on and on to your boyfriend- whom you cannot seem to locate, that he had nothing to be weary of. that he was just a friend. 

you keep mulling in your head how badly you want him to touch you the way friends should not touch one another, a barely audible whimper leaving your chest.

hyuck stands in front of you, staring you down- your heels making you about eye level.

"God, how long are you going to fucking edge me?"

your mouth gapes as mild panic courses through you. what do I even say to that?

at the light touch of his gloves making contact with your hand, you're snapped back to the present, realizing you spoke your thoughts aloud.

"you say what's on your mind. the hidden one..not the one you keep stocked with crowd-pleasers."

another beat of silence passes as you take a deep breath, “I..really can’t seem to get your hands off my mind– especially now, in those gloves, you’ve unlocked a cowboy fetish I didn’t even know I had, your thighs look great in those chaps, andireallywantyoutokissme.”

he stares at you with an unreadable expression, “it’s about damn time.”

now that you look closer, you can see he’s holding himself back from having his way with you right then and there. 

“so..what now?” 

he deadpans you before busting out laughing, “I can’t believe now you’re feeling shy and awkward.” you can’t help but laugh with him as you take in the situation, “this is why I love you.”

your laughter soon turned into a fit of coughs and that just makes him laugh harder. “you can’t just say that shit, what the hell?”

somehow between the choking and laughing, his arm winds around your waist and you’re pulled flush against him, your lips meeting in what was, oddly, the perfect timing.

you could cry at how right this felt, but a whimper is all that escaped.

it wasn’t even anything crazy, your lips literally only touched, yet your knees are already weak.

he pulls away with a chuckle noticing your hand gripping his jacket, “breathe Bella.” shaking your head at his ill-mannered Twilight joke, you do find your breath again.

“kiss was that good huh?” he can’t keep the smile off of his face and bites his lip as he groans, “God I want to do so much more.”

“hyuck, stop saying stuff like that.” it’s now your turn to whine as you lean against the counter, unconsciously clenching your thighs.

he stands in front of you, arms on both sides of the counter, “you’re the one who can’t muster the balls to ask me to touch you.”

you try not to laugh at the set up he’s provided, “you’re the one with balls though.”

he bites his cheek looking away in an attempt to not laugh, “yet I don’t hear you offering to touch or suck on them.”

your jaw drops and you shove him as a way to hide your embarrassing arousal at his crudeness, “you are so inappropriate.”

“but you love it..” light pecks are being placed along your neck, “want it?” his fingers hover the material covering where you want his touch most.

you nod, but he doesn’t accept that, “words, Sunshine.”

“I like when you call me that.” you hazily confess.

he looks at you with soft eyes and a smile, “I’m glad, but you know that’s not what I want to hear.”

you frown and nod again, but with words this time, “yes, please.”

he wastes no time massaging you through your bodysuit and spreading your legs further with a groan. “you’re telling me..that this tail is a plug?” 

his head falls onto your shoulder as his fingers pull the suit to the side and make contact with your wetness. “oh fuck,” he whimpers at the feeling of your warmth- hips jerking against your leg every now and then.

your awareness is nowhere in sight as you immerse yourself in the pleasure your longtime friend is giving you. pleasure you didn’t even know you wanted.

he unexpectedly leans over and trails his tongue between your folds, tilting his head to the side to monitor if anyone is watching.

you let out a loud moan and grab ahold of his hair when he sucks your clit while fingering your hole slowly. oh my God.

his lips release you with an audible smacking sound and he stands back to full height, face so close to yours you can smell your arousal. “aren’t you glad you have a good boy like me? I’ve been keeping watch to make sure your boyfriend doesn’t walk in to see you fucked out on my tongue.”

you know it’s wrong but your body reacts to his words instantly, and again as you look between you to see his fingers pumping in and out as his thumb circles your clit.

“oh you’re freaky. you know how much of a slut you have to be to get off on the thought of being caught getting fingered by your friend. on the kitchen counter. in the middle of a party?” 

your moans are uncontrollable. the more he speaks, the more you start to crave. “Please.” you whimper as you look down at his stretched leather bottoms.

he follows your gaze and shakes his head curling his fingers more, “I can’t do that, Sunshine.”

overwhelmed by the denial, the pleasure, the yearning- all you can get out is a series of begs. “please please please..”

“please what, Sunshine? what are you asking for?” his mouth meets your chest, teeth biting down on your nipples through your own leather, overstimulating your senses.

your squeezing and pulsing increases as your hips grind against his hand, “please- give it to me, I want to cum.”

“you’re so fucking desperate.” there’s a look of agony and desire on his face, but he still only focuses on pleasing you. “you want to cum on my face,” you start to nod, until he continues his offer, “or my dick.”

you grip onto him, your desperation now apparent to you. “your dick,  please make me cum on your dick.”

he makes a noise as if he’s in pain and removes his fingers from you before freeing himself from the confines of his briefs, “ugh, what are you doing to me, Sunshine?”

“baby,” you pant, “put it in.” your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him against you with a moan when you feel his hardness grind against you.

he takes a deep breath to calm down but does as you ask, spreading your folds with his hands as he pushes himself into you.

you jolt awake with a moan of hyuck’s name, the feeling of him bottoming out fresh in your mind and body.

both your boyfriend and hyuck slowly turn to you in silence before your boyfriend speaks up, 

“just a friend huh.”

~ taglist: @morkleesgirl @thesafecafe @andysorbit @atinystaypixie~

[atinystaypixie]

@ykimobessed WHAT IF I DIED?! HELP😫😫

nerdjo by mvtchaee

[atinystaypixie]

A Husband's Present

Summary: It's Kento's birthday and your husband deserves his presents. WC: 2.5k+ CW: 18+, MDNI, Smut, (brief) biting, creampie (with intent of pregnancy)

Kento was the best husband one could ask for. Attentive, understanding, patient. He was a natural provider and made it easy for you to always be in a state of ease. Even when you first started dating, you never had to ask, he would always do. The sink was broken? He was fixing it without a second thought. Tires looking flat? Pumping air in them and going to take you for replacements.

He was romantic as well. Dates were well thought out and never boring. Why go to an expensive restaurant when he knows you prefer picnics with a movie projector? Just because you were a homebody didn’t stop him from showing up with your favorite snacks and making pillow forts. He also loved being in the kitchen with baking. It’s how he proposed to you when he presented you with a cupcake topped with a ring. You still don’t know how he managed to put it on there without you seeing  when you both were decorating at the same time.

You never would have thought such an amazing man would be in your life. It’s why you are planning on creating life with him tonight. You’ve seen the way he’s looked at families lately whenever you two have been out. Along with him being amazing, he was respectful of your body and never wanted to push the topic unless you were ready. You’ve been married for four years now and dated for three. Your biological clock was ticking too and you are more than willing to give him kids. 

It’s why your acrylics were done in his favorite color with his initials, your hair styled in a high ponytail that he loved pulling, and your plump lips glossed to perfect. He would be home soon. Sadly work pulled him away for the day due to his birthday falling on a weekday this year. Awaiting him was his favorite hot meal, go to item from the local bakery, and of course, you wrapped up pretty for him. There was just something about how delicious you looked when dressed for his eyes only. A sacred, precious being crafted just for his touch.

His hands made sure to never leave an inch of you untouched. Gripping at your hips, smoothing over your thighs, fingers pressing into your back. Pink lips pecking at the skin of your neck, molding to your own lips, and whispering endless sweet vows to you. Your mind started to slip off into thought as you stood in the middle of the kitchen thinking of the love your husband never fails to give you. 

The timer on your phone pulls you out of thought with a jump. You tighten your robe and make your way to the stove pulling out the last of the food. It’s getting close to time for him to be getting home so you start setting the plates. It should all be finished as soon as he walks through the door.

Well, it should, but why do you hear the front door opening already? 

“Baby,” the man of the hour comes around the corner, loosening his tie, “I’m home.” He says making his way towards you.

“Kennie, you’re home early. Everything okay?” You ask, kissing his cheek. You’re more than happy to see him, but you weren’t expecting him so soon.

“Mm. I missed my wife, didn’t want to be there anymore.” He says while pulling you closer, arms wrapping around your waist, and lips pressing kisses to your jaw. His hands slide down to the fat of your ass, gripping them. “What’s under here?” A smirk etching itself on his face.

“That’s for you to find out after we eat,” you emphasize the after and slip out of his hold. 

It doesn’t take long for you both to settle in and enjoy the food you made. He tells you about his day and you do the same. It’s obvious he is distracted throughout dinner though. His eyes lingering on your lips as you speak, scanning down to the cleavage peeking from the slight opening of your robe, and some responses are just mere hums and nods. Kento doesn’t care how long you have been together, he will never not be attracted to you.

Once finished eating, you clean up while he goes to shower. It took convincing since he hates not helping you, but you finally got him to go. You needed him to go so you could set up in the bedroom. After all the neverending spoiling he gives you, you at least want to attempt to take control for one night.

Your tall, blonde man finally emerges from his shower with a towel around his waist. The candlelit room and soft music playing makes him smile. If there is anything he loves, it’s the scents that come from you. Whether they are on you or filling the house.

“What’s all this, love?” 

“I wanna take care of you tonight, Kennie. It’s your birthday. Let me show my husband how much I appreciate him.” How can he resist when you are looking at him with those eyes? Your voice causes his heart rate to quicken. 

You have Kento feeling like it’s his first time again. He knew you were his peace and place of relaxation, but you were really working a number on him. Your soft hands worked all the knots out his muscles, leaving occasional kisses in their wake. It wasn’t helping that you now had him on his back and was straddling him. His stomach clenching as you teasingly raked your nails low, close to his hardened dick.

“Kennie, open your eyes. Look at me, baby.” Your voice was soft, seductive. All the touching and teasing alone you have been doing was about to send him over the edge.

“Love, stop teasing me please.” His voice was raspy and eyes were low. You loved when your husband got like this for you. That was all it took for you to hook your fingers in the towel and loosen it exposing his member. It was pretty and long, a darker shade from need, and a strong stance as it laid against his stomach.

You ran a hand up and down it, making him do a sharp inhale. It didn’t take you long to maneuver yourself down with your face in front of it. Kento pried his eyes open in time to see you peppering the underside with kisses. Every touch makes him twitch in your hand causing a seductive giggle to come from you. One thing about Kento is that he would always flip a switch in your brain. You thrived off of his sexual needs, eager to please.

“Fuck, love, are those my initals?”

“Mhm, you like?” He tried, he really did, but he can’t sit back any longer when he’s married to a vixen. 

He sits up, his veiny hand wraps in your ponytail tilting your head back while the other runs a thumb over the designs. “You really know how to mess with me,” his eyes locked on yours, “open.” A simple command that leads to him tapping his tip on your tongue, slowly feeding you his cock. “Good girl - fucckk- good girl,” he breathes out as he guides you down, pushing him to the back of your throat. Your tongue massages him as he finds relief in the wetness. You’ve made it a habit over the years to cockwarm him with your throat and it pays off with how easily you can keep him there. Your mouth is always warm and the moans you release around his length only add to the pleasure.

Kento loves stuffing your throat, the sight always making his balls tighten. It’s a slow, repeated process of pushing in and dragging himself out after a few seconds. He goes in all the way to the base and almost pulls completely out, stopping at the mushroom tip. One hand in your hair and the other cupping your chin, catching the stray tears that fall from your pretty eyes. It’s a beautiful sight having the woman he would die for trust him with her body in such ways.

He pulls out of your mouth tracing his tip over your lips thoroughly running whatever gloss you have left on them. “Let me unwrap you now, doll.” He guides you back up into his lap and undoes the belt to your robe. 

Exposed. You’re so exposed for him. Your perky breast sitting out pretty with the lace accentuating them, your stomach only covered by thin patches of the lace, and your pussy. Your pussy was completely uncovered sitting between the material. It’s easy access, perfection. He knew just how to play your body like a string on a guitar.

“Is this all for me, my love? Hm? Dressing up all pretty for me?” You would answer straightly, but it’s hard when his thumb is swirling your clit just right. “Answer me, doll. Did all this so I could fuck you real good?” It’s just something about the way he looks in your eyes and speaks with that tone that has you attempting to close your legs around his hand. You would be successful if he didn’t have you straddling him still. “Haven’t even done anything to you yet. It’s okay, love, I’ll take care of you.” He pushes the remainder of the robe off your body, throwing it off to the side somewhere.

“Wait,” you whine, “Kennie, I was supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Shh, shh. You know there's nothing I love more than loving on my beautiful wife. Let me enjoy my present thoroughly, yea?” He knew he had you when your eyes glazed completely back over. He laid you down and littered kisses across your face, down your jaw, and stopped at your belly. 

“Baby,” you mumbled.

“I know, I got you.”

“No. I want…I want you to put a baby in there.” You spoke a little louder, but timid making the man pause for a moment. Did you know he had been wanting to have a child with you? Since when did you want kids? Was he hearing things? His brain was trying to process the words. “Kennie, did you hear me? I want to have a baby with you-,” He cut you off with a deep, slow kiss. His tongue is swirling with yours and claiming your mouth as his for the second time tonight. 

“I’ll give you one, don’t worry.” It was all he said before you felt him lower himself again. This man is magic with his tongue and fingers, both were working open your sopping hole. His lips latch onto your clit while his fingers curl deep inside of you. In the process of working him up earlier, you made yourself needy too. You didn’t even need the extra foreplay, but Kento knew just how much your body reacted when his mouth connected to your pussy.

“Cum on my tongue and then I’ll give you everything you want.” His voice was so soothing, it was supportive almost, encouraging you to coat his taste buds in your juices. A few more sucks and curl of his fingers was all it took to have your back arching off the bed and pussy releasing. 

He groans out a collage of curses before sitting up and dragging you closer to him by your thighs. “My pretty wife,” he says while spreading your pussy lips. This is a present he will forever be happy to open. Your folds are all shiny as evidence of your activities, ready to indulge in more. While using his thumbs to hold you open and taking his time to admire you, your soft hand wraps around his length stroking it. 

“I love you.” Another smile blossoms on his face. How did he get so lucky? 

He thrusts forward into your hold a couple of times before removing your hand and interlocking your fingers. “I love you more.” His free hand guides his cock through your folds, the tip pressing against your clit with each one. He doesn’t stop until you whine at him again. He loves when you need him. Both of you are in love with one another needing each other.

He finally lines himself up to you and pushes in. You would think he hasn’t fucked you in months with the way your pussy squelches as it drags him in. “Shit, you’re taking me in so well, baby.” Once he bottoms out, he brings his chest yours, dragging your hands above your head. Both of you are panting as you hold eye contact, a silent conversation between lovers.

Your legs wrap around his waist and he doesn’t hold back from plunging into you. The sloppy musical happening between your bodies is enough to know he’s fucking you with purpose. Knowing he’s working to impregnate his wife gives him a new drive. He’s so deep in you and only pulling his length halfway out with each stroke leaving little breaks between each rush of pleasure you feel. You two are so close that your bodies are almost one. Layers of sweat covering you both as you moan out his name.

There’s a knot forming in your lower belly already making your insides slipperier. “Kennie,” your breath out. 

“Let go, baby. I got you.” He feels your fingers grip at his harder, the squint of your eyes and raise of your voice almost push him over the edge. Your gummy walls pulse around his member letting him feel every second of your release. He slows his thrusts working you through it while muttering sweet words into your ears.

When he sees you coming back down some, he raises up from you and puts both of your legs over his shoulders. “Saw that this was a good position to ensure pregnancy.” Your fuzzy brain barely has time to think about what he said before he is speeding up his thrusts again. He looks down to see his cock coated in white as he moves in and out of you. His hands have found home on your hips, his head turning to the side to kiss at your calf. Kento is getting close and you can tell from the way he brings your leg closer and sinks his teeth into the skin trying to hold on.

“I’m so close, baby. So close.” He rasps out feeling his balls tighten. Your pussy working to milk him. 

“Come on, Kennie. Fill me all up.” That’s all it takes for him to explode, hips stuttering and broken moans falling past his lips. You lower the leg he isn’t holding and sit up some to reach at his dick. Your fingers massage the amount that isn’t stuffed in your cunt making him rock back and forth from sensitivity. 

When he finally calms down, his eyes land on you. He places your leg to his side and pulls you up by the neck for a sloppy kiss. 

“Happy Birthday, Kennie.”

“Thank you, baby,” he smiles and kisses you again, “but I’m not done enjoying my present yet.” Kento was going to keep you here all night until he felt you were stuffed enough with his cum.

✨

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This a repost! I posted this back in July but it never showed up in tags! Hopefully it shows up this time and you can read and enjoy it🥹

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[atinystaypixie]

SPARKLY HEARTS FLYING

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Pictures used are not mine. Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[atinystaypixie]

Shoving my hand down my pants brb🏃🏽‍♀️

The Boyz Eric Headcannon

Genre: smut

A/N: Sorry I have to write this lil bit not a super headcannon just a loose thought kinda cause these pics I am thinking about and they are driving me wild Eric is so sexy. Tagging: @atinystaypixie 👨🏻‍🍼🦬

Imagine fellow coworker Eric Sohn who has such a crush on you, more like he’s absolutely obsessed with you hehe ~

Coworker! Eric Sohn who loves coming into work everyday just to see your pretty outfits and loves day dreaming of all the nasty things he wants to do to you ~

Coworker! Eric Sohn who plays secret admirer and places flowers and jewelry on your desk every once in a while to make you think someone has a crush on you ~

Coworker! Eric Sohn who will never stop offering to take you home to help protect you from creeps ~

Coworker! Eric Sohn who loves making you lunches and special treats or loves taking you out for dinner or drinks after work ~

Coworker! Eric Sohn who actually is the creep and is so obsessed and perverted when it comes to you he gets jealous when other males talk to you in the work place or out in public ~

Coworker! Eric Sohn who will bully you in the work place because he likes teasing you to make you feel small and vulnerable ~

Coworker! Eric Sohn who wears glasses that take photos so whenever you’re in a compromising position at work he can sneak a few pics <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who has all the pics saved to his personal laptop as well as his phone and keeps the ones that excite him the most in his wallet <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who will take time out of his shift to masterbate to you whether it’s pics or thoughts often in the bathroom but sometimes he can’t help it and has to do it in his cubicle when he’s positive no one is watching or paying attention <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who will “accidentally” bump into you or touch you just to feel the way your ass rubs against his crotch or the way your breast jiggles against his elbow. Will always apologize but will later jerk off to the situation <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who will finally corner you in the copy room to confess everything. He’ll become so excited to see your face twist from confusion and surprise to disgust and fear to eventually giving in <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who will gladly take you against the printer machines just so he can print out your breasts and spam them over the office when you least expect it <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who can’t wait to get his hands on that uniform you wear because he drools thinking what your body looks like under all your long skirts and tight shirts <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who gets hard just looking at you every time you bend over wishing to take you over your own desk <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who finally gets to take off your tight fitting clothes to reveal the body of a goddess and he can’t help but roll his eyes back and moan <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who can’t get enough of your plush thighs clinging around him and shaking as he takes you whenever and wherever he decides, loves watching your breasts jiggle and loves the way your pussy is so inviting to his cock <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who is not afraid to make you give him a blowjob/ handjob under his desk while he works, will even take you in the boss’ office <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who starts driving you home just so he can finger blast you in the car, will stick his tongue down your throat when parked and will fuck you before sending you into your own house <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who sends you good night and good morning texts everyday because you are his and he is yours and he’s head over heels obsessively in love with you <3

Coworker! Eric Sohn who loves teasing you sexually in the work place just to embarrass you and get a reaction from your coworkers whether he lifts your skirt or steals your panties or whatever mischief he wants to cause <3

[atinystaypixie]

I AGREE!

Jaehyun would fuck you to his own album

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Cursed part 1

Genre: horror/paranormal

CW: yelling

Length: 1k+

Summary: you and lou move to the house of your dreams but of course you didn't think the hauntings would happen to you

Pairings: lou x female reader

A/N: I'm sorry I never continued the series cause I lost motivation and thought at the time my writing was horrible so there's only 2 parts. Also a spoiler to part 2 at the end :) Tagging: @atinystaypixie 🦬

You and Hosung moved into this Victorian era house. It was Hosung’s dream house, he thought it was so perfect and it was his dream to start a family in a pretty house like this. So you moved in, but things started changing and questions were raised about whether or not the house was haunted

It started like it always did, simple eerie sounds coming from other rooms, the stereotypical cold air, finding doors open that you definitely closed and the feeling of someone watching you. You just assumed, like in the movies that it was just your imagination. Of course since the house was hundreds of years old it wouldn’t just be quiet. 

Upon Hosung’s decision you began to remodel the inside, taking down walls, getting rid of furniture, replacing the floor boards and things like that. Of course with every old ass house their was bound to be an attic or a basement. Lucky for you this house didn’t have both. The attic was large and there were boxes and furniture covered in sheets and dusts scattered throughout. Hosung was downstairs working on sanding the railing and sent you up to clean out the attic. Looking around you found lots of vintage clothing and pics of people, who you assumed were past residents of the house. You came up to a big floor to ceiling mirror, it was dusty and covered in finger prints. Like in any horror movie you’d seen, the main character always blew on the mirror. So you did so as well. 

Thankful that nothing jumped out at you you made a face in the mirror before continuing to search the room. And like any other horror movie you started to feel cold. Of course just like the main character you assumed it was because 1. it was an attic and 2, it was an old house. You’re time in the attic was cut short when you looked over at the circular window to see a shadow move quickly away from the window. Hairs raised and heart beating out of your chest to scrambled out of there finding Hosung as quick as you could.

Hosung wasn’t by the stairway so you called out for him. “I’m on the patio.” you rushed outside to join Hosung. Since it was during the summer it was hot and the heat always made Hosung feel sticky. “Here, have a glass of lemonade.” Hosung said pouring you one. He had taken his plaid shirt off and was just wearing a thin tank top. You smiled taking the glass and sitting next to him in the plastic chair. “So how was the attic adventure?” Hosung asked. You hesitated for a moment. You didn’t want to assume that the house was haunted and you didn’t want Hosung to be discouraged about his dream home so you lied. “It was boring. It’s just a bunch of crap the neighbors left.” you said not meeting his gaze. “Oh. Hey, is it alright if I invite the boys over after we finish remodeling? As like a celebratory thing?” You shrugged, “sure why not. I’m sure the boys would love to see the house.

That night a sound woke you up. You were a heavy sleeper so you were surprised that such a faint noise woke you up. Like most horror movies, the character would shoot up out of bed and then leave the comfort of their partner and go investigate. But you weren’t stupid. So when you heard the faint giggle of a little girl you knew better than to get out of bed. You wanted to wake Hosung, you really did but you tried your best to shake it off. By this time the summer heat was replaced by a cool night breeze and you shivered from having the window open. You didn’t dare get up to close the window so you snuggled closer to Hosung, trying to bury your whole body in his chest. A wave of comfort washed over you when you felt Hosung’s arms wrap around your body and pull you close. His soft breathing and the slow pace of his heart beat quickly put you to sleep

Weeks pass and you were almost done with the remodeling. Things were starting to become more active and you would wake up at odd hours of the morning, the most common times were 2 am and 4:30 am, crying because of the nightmares that you were starting to get. Hosung consoled you every night and you felt horrible that he was losing sleep because of you. He was worried about what was going on but you always refused to talk with him. Another thing you noticed was that sometimes Hosung would get really moody late at night, usually before you go to bed. Things escalated when you would get into fights. You’d never gotten into a fight with Hosung before and it was always about the house. 

“I didn’t remodel this house just to pack up and leave.” Hosung groaned throwing his dish into the sink. “I never said we should leave I’m just saying that I can’t be the only one who hears strange noises and sees things” you were aggressively scrubbing the food off the plate. “What, you think this house is haunted? You’re just paranoid.” Hosung said leaving the kitchen to pick up the food off the dining table. “I not paranoid Hosung! I hear giggling and and footsteps and my nightmares are getting worse.”  “Then see a counselor for god sakes y/n. You’re being ridiculous.” “I’m being ridiculous? Really, you think I’m faking these nightmares? You think I wake up screaming and crying on purpose, none of this happened before we moved here. I’m not making any of this up Hosung, something is wrong with this house.” “Well if you don’t like this house than leave.” Hosung spat throwing his hands in the air. You stood there shocked for a second. “Are you fucking kidding me? You think I’m just gonna walk away from this relationship and you over this stupid situation? Hosung are you serious right now?” You stopped scrubbing the food that obviously wouldn’t come off and looked at Hosung. He sighed crossing his arms. “How are we supposed to start a family if you won’t shut up about ghosts.” “I won’t shut up about ghosts? Hosung you know there’s something wrong with this house. Both of us aren’t acting the way we used too you’ve got to think something is off.” 

For the next 20 minutes you and Hosung were at each other screaming and throwing words. You were fighting to hold your tears back but this was breaking you. You were scared of what was happening between you and Hosung but he wasn’t understanding, you couldn’t get through to him. You were cut off by a glass falling off the counter. You both jumped and fell silent. After a few minutes Hosung silently spoke up. “You broke it.” Hosung said grabbing the dust pan. “How did I break it, I’m over here, it was not me.” you said sniffling. “Well it wasn’t me. That’s the third time this week that something has broke.” Hosung threw the glass in the garbage than leaned against the counter. “I’m sorry baby,” he said sighing and pulling you into a hug. You sobbed into his chest, your body shaking uncontrollably. You pulled away from him after awhile. “What’s happening to us Hosung?” “I don’t know baby. But don’t cry, we’ll get to the bottom of this. We’ll be alright.” 

Spoiler warning uwu: “None of this would’ve happened if we never played with that stupid game.” You sigh leaning against Jacob. Now Heejun and Yoonho are in the hospital,” you cut yourself off tears beginning to fall. “And Hosung is dead.” Jacob pulls you close to him and tries to comfort you. “We thought it was just a game. We never should’ve forced you into it.” Geumhyuk says. Baron said he’ll call around for a priest and see if we get him to cleanse the house as well as all of us.” “But that won’t bring back Hosung.” You continue to cry, Jacob rubs your back to get you to calm down. You stop the small talk as Baron enters the waiting room. “Any news?” Wooyoung says. Baron shakes his head. “The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with them. “That’s what they said about Hosung.” you say through the tears.

[atinystaypixie]

die for me • a. artlert - kinktober part one

“..once I get inside, you’ll wanna die for me..”

kink: drug play

📝 other themes and things: producer/artist!armin, fem!black reader, drug use (coke use, percs in nether regions, you get my drift), fingering him for .2 seconds, mirror play, choking, oral sex (m. receiving), backshots, heavy kissing, squirting, spit play, pet names, prone bone

wc: 2.2K

📃 foreword: hi lovelies! just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to start fresh and supporting my work/transition throughout all of this. Also, being patient with me bc I’ve been slow as hell about posting again!

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euphoria. It’s a feeling of excitement that manifests in different forms..a sensation achieved by the best experiences. Some get there by taking substances, others through thrill seeking. And for Armin Artlert?

“Oh God…yeah, that’s it, beautiful. All the way down…”

it was the fulfillment of his carnal desires…a constant high he’d chase with liquor or whatever narcotic he was choosing to divulge in for the evening. Just one of his many, less than savory vices. He knew it wasn’t a lifestyle he could maintain forever..and hell, it may even catch up to him sooner rather than when he’d like. But for now, he was enjoying the chaotic ride and every bump it had to offer along the way.

“Ahh!—fuck…good girl. Now hold it..I know you can do it, baby. Just take that dick to the back of your throat f’r me..all the way.”

it was an evening like the many others (y/n) (l/n) spent in the company of the famed producer and notorious bachelor. You’d spent the entirety of your day seated in a high chair as makeup brushes patted your gorgeous face. That delicate crown filled with luscious, kinky curls sat atop your head and was styled for a photoshoot. It was in the midst of a break that you’d return to your dressing room, greeted by a dozen roses..along with the charming smile of your beau. He was adamant on the fact that he despised interrupting your work but he truly couldn’t help but to sneak in some quality time with you. It was widely out of character for him and quite frankly, hell had a better chance of freezing twice over than Armin being monotonous! However, you’d invoked quite the change in him and it was so obvious, it was almost laughable. He’d inform you that he wanted you to finish up your job without pause but tonight, he’d be coming to scoop you up and he wanted you all to his lonesome.

fast forward, and that plan became reality. Now here you were..being all but defiled on his bedroom floor as you sat with your thighs slightly spread and upright on your knees. Saliva had pooled and trickled down from your mouth to those plump breasts he adored. Your pretty face practically smeared with spit and his precum. A beautiful, delicious mess, all of his creation and he loved it.

“Here, open your mouth, beautiful.” “Mmmm..thank you...”

With that, he greeted you with another lob of spit whilst gently tugging your head back. That’s when you’d begin to devour that thick cock whole..from the base to the tip with little resistance. Swallowing every inch and allowing him to hollow out your throat as if it were nothing. It was no unbeknownst secret to him that you were pretty damn freaky of your own volition. Hell, there were instances that you’d made him tap out but you were on an entirely different wavelength at the moment. You were practically insatiable and Armin was enjoying every waking second of it! A grin would stretch from ear to ear on the producer’s face when you’d take his shaft into your palm and stroke it. Meanwhile, your lips suctioned around those swollen balls, alternating between them to place gentle kisses and licks along the veined perimeter.

“You’re such a good slut for me, baby. Oh my gosh, I love you..you’re going to make me come so hard, I swear..” his tone was almost desperate and whiny as you continued on. But perhaps, the best was yet to happen when he felt a foreign sensation emit throughout his body. Those gorgeous brown eyes had become dilated and you were practically unstoppable.

“Am I making you feel good, daddy? Like when I spit on this fucking dick for you?”

“Yes, sweetheart. You’re doing fucking amazing. Make sure you get all that precum too..”

So much so, that your head would completely lower onto his shaft, taking the entire thing down your throat and holding it in place with minimal gagging. You’d stay there for a few seconds longer before coming up and emitting heavy strings of saliva with you. Once you did so, strings of your bodily fluids would seep down his pelvis and once it did, you’d use that makeshift lubricant to tease his other entrance.

“Fuuuck! Baby… ‘S so good..swear I should marry you right now.”

Nearly reducing him to a babbling mess. Constantly doting on you as you awoke all of his carnal desires. Exploring and opening his eyes to things he’d never experienced. He’d had his fair share of sexual encounters but there wasn’t one girl who’d ever pushed the boundaries the way you had. He had fallen in love all over again at that moment. One could even chock it up the heightened sensitivity you gained when taking drugs. It were almost as if both of you were in another reality and completely out of your heads. He’d even sniffle a few times, wiping his nose from the powdery substance he’d consumed earlier. You on the other hand, had been given a pink tablet that had melted on your tongue and since, (y/n) had lost all sense of morality and self control. The only thing on your mind was fucking him until he passed out and vice versa.

What was even more attractive was that you hadn't stopped moaning around his shaft and stroking your clit since you’d been down there. Becoming increasingly more aroused and soon, you’d need something to fill that ache in your womb. Fingering yourself hadn’t been quite sufficient, despite your orgasm already. With a deviant grin on your face, you’d begin to giggle and lob more saliva around the entire area; even making slurping motions on his that sensitive sack.

“Yeah? I’ll really let you do whatever you want to me then.” Ironic considering that you had already surpassed limits that other girls wouldn’t dare. That’s when he’d lean forward and place a deep kiss onto your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth and clutched your throat in the process.

“That’s very..very good to know. Here, do me a favor and crawl over to the mirror, sweetheart. I’ve gotten something for you.”

suddenly, you were on all fours..swaying your hips as you followed his instructions. Like a lynx in the wild who couldn’t be tamed. His view was consumed with that round, plump ass and those fat pussy lips in the back and it was enough to make his cock twitch once more. Coated in precum and spit, Armin stroked himself, bucking his hips up into his palm before joining you on the floor. His knees were grazed by the furry carpet whilst he mounted behind you. The giant reflective glass perfectly captured both of your expressions in that moment. Grinning from ear to ear, completely dazed but certainly not confused. You both knew exactly what you wanted. Those pupils had become dilated and the surrounding areas bloodshot…

“Look at you..so perfect. You have no idea how beautiful you are, baby…” it was whilst he was talking, the desperate blonde reached over and retrieved another small baggy from the bed. It was just one of many substances he’d procured for the evening. Affectionately dubbing them his ‘party favors’. He’d usher you to back up against him as he maneuvered so that he was somewhat positioned underneath you. With your thighs spread to the opposite side of his own and that ass placed atop his crotch, Armin would place a hand into the center of your back to ensure that it was slightly arched.

“There we go, sweetheart…keep it just like that.”

Meanwhile, he’d run a singular thumb between your wet folds and that puckering asshole. All of it was so perfectly on display for him. Sucking his teeth, the famed producer would go on to extract the pill from the baggy before teasing it against that other entrance. It took a moment for you to get acclimated but it didn’t take long for the sensation to kick in. That puckering hole accepted it with ease and immediately began to take effect. Strings of your arousal were already leaking but once he inserted that tiny tablet, you were practically insatiable. That dazed expression on your pretty face became all but a permanent fixture…drool seeped from the corner of your mouth and your pupils remained glossed over.

“G-aghhh…I love it..makes me so fucking wet..”

Armin, becoming ecstatic at the sheer sight alone uttered a laugh as he navigated your hips until that dripping cunt was positioned right above the aching tip of his cock. “Yeah, you always did like these…I swear you’re the only person who would let me do some shit like this.” “Well you’re the only man I’ve met, willing to do it..so I guess it works out.” The two of you exchanged another set of laughs before the real action began.

“Can I put it in now, angel?..”

“I’d be pissed if you made me wait any longer..”

“Somebody’s eager..that’s my girl. Now stay still.”

foaming both at the mouth and entrance to be stuffed full of him, (y/n) would take a glance back and await his next move. Suddenly, you’d find yourself releasing a loud moan and arching your back even further as that swollen tip penetrated your hole. The initial feeling was like none you had ever experienced..it always was as if it were the first time with Armin. Hell, that’s just how amazing the sex was. But it was something about those substances coursing your veins and adding fuel to the fire that hit differently. In a matter of seconds, you were both trembling but could not stop. Slowly but surely, he’d feed you deep yet rhythmic strokes, trying to maintain his composure.

“Oh my gosh…look at how wet you are already, sweetheart. This pussy’s so creamy.”

Just as you were beginning to become acclimated with those strokes, Armin would increase his speed and begin to feed you more rhythmic thrusts. His hips snapping against your backside as he dug his nails into your flesh. The collision of that thick ass made it all but impossible for him to maintain his composure.

“Mmmmph..that dick feels so good..so deep in me..”

“Yeah? I’m not even in your spot yet and you’re already dripping. Might have to feed you some of this shit more often, baby.”

the soft whine escaping your lips as your head tilted back and it allowed him the opportunity to coil his hands around your throat. It was then that you were met with a slight hinge of aggression. Not in a violent or mean way but it was stemming from the fact that he was overstimulated. Those drugs were coursing through your systems at rapid speed so any sensation you felt was increased tenfold. Every thrust, every thrash, every touch and every glide in and out of those wet folds were driving him crazy! The same applies to you..every stroke became far more intense than the last and that ball of climatic energy began to swell in the pit of your stomach, ready to burst at any second. Strings of dripping warmth began to stain his exposed thigh and the carpet underneath your clashing bodies. Before long, those minimal droplets would expand to a large puddle as he caught a glimpse of your face in that mirror…you’d watch your own reflection as your body jolted around and suddenly your eyes were at the back of your head.

“Shit! I’m fucking coming!..”

“Theeeere we go, sweetheart. Squirt on that fucking dick..good girl.”

Whilst you released a heavy stream of warm juices, Armin would keep a light grasp on your hips as he allowed you to ride out your orgasm. Those sweet moans and shrill cries pooled out along with those divine droplets of your bodily nectar. It wasn’t long before you’d find yourself writhing around underneath his entire body weight though…as he had maneuvered you into a prone bone position shortly after. Pinning those wrists behind your back, Armin would then plank himself atop of your trembling frame; bucking those hips against the rippling flesh of your ass. The sight of that recoil alone was enough to make him reach his own peak. But alas, he’d maintain his stride a little bit longer. After all, neither of you had any plans of quitting any time soon…the adrenaline of the moment and the influence of those substances were keeping you both amplified beyond what should have been normal human capacity. But perhaps, the strongest one of all flowing throughout your veins was pure, unadulterated lust!..an insatiable desire for one another that couldn’t be kicked with the strongest of rehabilitation. It was a night that had only reached its beginning stages and who knew what lay in wait next…

“I’m gonna play in all these pretty holes, baby…I don’t give a fuck how long it takes. Not gonna stop until we pass out..you know how I like it.”

and it was a venture that you were looking more than forward to!

[atinystaypixie]

LIAM FROM ONE DIRECTION DIED IM IN SHOCK

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Ehehehehe you’re welcome 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ im so happy u like iitttt🥰👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

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EX WHO? PT. 2

ex husband eren yeager (he's really ur husband tho) x black babymomma reader

warnings: ur pregnant, yay! softttttt fluffly cute shit., smut

a/n; ultimately decided to release this one first, love u guyssss

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pt. 1 (can be read as a stand alone though)

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You honestly should’ve seen this coming. Pregnancy wouldn’t be any easier the second time around, you should have known that. You can feel the pain in your back brewing with each moment that passes in the stiff chair you’re sitting on. The doctor still hasn’t called your name yet, and that’s adding to your already sour mood. Your husband sits beside you, his right hand rubbing on your growing baby bump as he tries to comfort you.

“Just a little longer, mama.” The sound of Eren’s cooing soothes your nerves a little. It’s not enough to make you feel better, though.

You wince, tugging on the ends of your braids to distract yourself after feeling a piercing cramp in your lower abdomen. “Ren.. I’m tired and in pain. Can we please leave?”

You figured you should hate your husband for putting you in this predicament. Pregnant. In pain. And craving toothpaste for some reason. But you can’t find it in yourself to feel that way.

Not when he’s been so attentive and patient with you on those days you feel like death. Not when he buys you gifts almost every week for even carrying his child, just like he did the first time. Not when he’s such a loving partner right now, as every part of you wants to scream and go home.

“No, baby, we can’t keep rescheduling.” He presses a soft kiss to your head, his left hand rubbing circular motions on your knuckles. As he looks down, he can’t help but think about how beautiful the contrast his pale skin has against yours.

Everything about you is so alluring to him, from how you carry yourself down to the melanin coating every inch of your body. It’s no wonder you’re pregnant again. He thinks it would’ve happened soon had you two never gone through that break. He reminds himself to focus. This isn’t what you need right now.

“Just lay your head on me and think about how happy you’ll be when you find out if we’re having a boy or a girl. Raqi’s gonna love her new sibling.”

The baby. This is all for the baby, you reassure yourself. He’s right. Eren can feel the tenseness leave your body, slowly but surely. A smile graces his face when he feels the weight of your head on his shoulder. Though he can’t read your mind, he knows you’re thinking about the baby, listening to his exact words.

That’s another thing he noticed about you. How pliant you’ve been lately. He’s not concerned, really. It’s not as if you constantly banter or argue with him for the fun of it. But recently, it’s as if you trust him to guide you completely without complaint. You don’t question him when he tells you anything. You don’t even protest with a better idea of your own.

It could be your hormones, he considered that to be a factor. It could also be because he kept his promise of being there for you and cutting back on work, so your trust in him increased tenfold. He wonders if he should address it. Talk to you and see if you’re even aware you’ve become more like that.

His forest eyes glance down to peek at your face. While your eyes may be closed, he can still tell you’re not sleeping. You’re pretty close; the cute pout forming on your two-toned lips as you breathe gives it away. You’re not wearing any makeup, just your natural self. Your lash extensions still sit gorgeous on you, but you last went for a refill about 3 weeks ago. He makes a mental note to book an appointment once you both get home.

Your beauty is unmatched. A sight for sore eyes is what you are.

Eren decides you didn’t need to know anything.

“𝜗𝜚, Yeager?” The doctor was ready for you both, shaking him out of his thoughts. He hates to move you from your position. You look so peaceful. So, why not carry you? He eyes the woman who called your name before he responds for you, “Right here.”

You’re shaken awake when you feel a large arm snake around your knees and another on your mid back. You almost have a panic attack when you feel yourself being lifted up abruptly before you start moving. Instinctively, your arms wrap around your husband’s neck before snuggling into him deeper. God, you’re so cute.

The walk to the doctor’s room was short, and Eren made quick work of laying your body down on the examination table once you had made it inside. You’re awake now. Eren watches you settle into the examination table, your tired eyes fluttering open as you adjust to the cool surface beneath you. You groan softly as you adjust, the cool paper crinkling beneath you.

The sterile scent of the doctor’s room is familiar yet unwelcome as it blends with the lingering discomfort in your body. You really didn’t wanna be here. Despite your exhaustion, you muster a faint smile at your husband.

“You okay, mama?” Eren whispers, crouching beside you, his thumb stroking your cheek softly. He wants to ensure you’re as relaxed as possible, knowing the upcoming scan would stir a mix of emotions for both of you. “Mmhm,” you hum, still too groggy to give much more than a nod. Though your body aches, the idea of seeing your baby gives you a soft nudge of excitement. Fuck, you’re really pregnant. Again. Somehow, the idea is still so surreal to you.

The doctor returns with a warm smile, already prepping the ultrasound machine. “Alright, let’s take a look and see how your little one is doing.”

Eren’s grip tightens slightly on your hand, a silent reassurance as the cold gel touches your belly, sending a shiver through your body. When the doctor presses the scan on you, the black-and-white image immediately shows up on the screen before you. It’s not your first ultrasound, but every time you see your baby, you can’t help but gasp.

You watch as your husband’s eyes are locked onto the screen. His face softens as he watches the baby’s small movements, his mind already racing with the list of gifts he’s gonna spoil your child with. He squeezes your hand again, this time more firmly as if trying to ground himself in the reality of the moment. “There’s our baby,” he whispers, his voice filled with wonder.

The doctor’s voice breaks through the trance you and Eren are in. “Everything looks great so far. Baby’s healthy, growing well.”

You feel a wave of relief wash over you. It’s a familiar feeling, this mix of overwhelming joy and nervousness that pregnancy brings. Every scan and every check-up feels like a small victory. You think about your daughter, Raqi, and how she will react when she finds out if she’ll have a little brother or sister. The thought makes you smile a bit wider.

“Are you ready to find out the gender?” the doctor asks, glancing between you and Eren.

Your heart skips a beat. You turn your head to look at your husband, who’s already looking at you with that boyish grin you fell in love with. You nod, “We’re ready.”

Laying down on your king-sized mattress, you hear Love Island playing on your TV at a low volume. The room feels cozy, warm, and peaceful—a stark contrast to the discomfort you’d dealt with earlier at the doctor’s office.

Your thoughts are absent, and you’re attempting to distract yourself enough to avoid thinking about the pain you’re experiencing. Eren sits at the foot of the bed, gently massaging your soft feet and softly kissing your painted white toes.

He’s not paying attention to anything but you and the little girl growing inside you. “Should I start spoiling her now?”

You giggle, the sound making his heart swell and his dick jump in his sweats, “Ren, she won’t be due for another 5 months at the very least.”

His movements start to slow as he answers, “Does it matter?”

You don’t notice how Eren is looking at you, eyes hooded and intensely staring at your lower body. He has to remind himself to be gentle with you and take things slow. But how can he? You’re not even doing anything remotely sexual, just existing. And yet, he can’t help but want to defile you in every way possible.

“Oh please, you spoil her already by talking to her every night like she’s listening,” you tease, your eyes half-closed as you sink deeper into the plush mattress. Oblivious to the unwavering gaze your man is sending your way.

Eren hums, not stopping his foot massage. “I told you, mama. She’s always listening, you’ll see. She’ll come out knowing everything I’ve told her.”

His words make you chuckle, but you know he means it deep down. The care and devotion Eren show to your unborn daughter remind you just how lucky you are to have him by your side. You sigh pleasantly when his fingers rub a sore spot on your soles.

“You know,” Eren begins, his voice low and thoughtful, “I was thinking about what I said earlier about Raqi and how she’s gonna react to the baby. I think she’s gonna go crazy.” He pauses, his hand now moving to rub slow circles on your stomach. “She’s been asking for a sibling for months now.”

Your daughter hasn’t noticed a change in your belly yet. It’s not easy to blame her for her hyperactive mind at her age. You think she has a superstition or a really good gut feeling because she sometimes hugs your belly. Not you. Just your belly. A small smile tugs at your lips as you think about it, “Yeah, I think so too. You think we should tell her when she gets back from her sleepover tomorrow?”

You think Eren is thinking about a response when he stops speaking for a moment. That is until you let out a yelp when you feel him place a kiss on your thigh, inching close to where your panties are. “Let’s make it a surprise?” A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his lips brush against your skin, the sensation so thrilling.

“Baby...” Your body heats up as you whine and react to his touch. At that point, Eren knows he doesn’t have to do much more to make you pant underneath him. He feels that you are deserving of this. Your pretty pussy deserves to be taken care of. You deserve to lie down and let your body fill with pleasure that only he can give you. I mean, you’re carrying his baby. A few mind-numbing orgasms are the least he could give you.

He isn’t one to beat around the bush, “I wanna make love to you, mama. Will you let me?”

“Ren... I can’t-” You try to explain that you can’t really move that much. But as he continues to press gentle kisses closer to your panties, the thought starts to leave your mind. He hasn’t fucked you in about two weeks, out of consideration for you. The sexual frustration finally catches up to you.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just breathe and let Daddy take care of you, yeah?” he murmurs, brushing his lips against the fabric of your panties. The warmth spreads through you, making it hard to think straight. Nevertheless, you nod. Your breathing becomes slightly heavier when his fingers finally hook into your panties and pull them down your brown legs.

Eren keeps his promise. He doesn’t let you move a muscle, his tatted arm taking your ankles and pulling them over his shoulders. He didn’t have a shirt on, causing you to feel his bare skin against yours, and it’s nothing short of electric. “Words, mama.”

Eren is hungry, desperate for a taste of you, when his green eyes unwaveringly lock onto your leaking hole. Fuck, you’re dripping. His lips are drooling with your lower ones. He feels his mouth salivating, and honestly.. he thinks he’s falling in love with you again. You, the mother of his child. You, his perfect wife. Is he dreaming?

When he hears you let out a pathetic whimper at the sensation of the cool air on your sensitive clit, he answers his own question. This is real.

You’re getting restless, your body aching for your husband to just do something. Anything. “Yes... Yes, Daddy. Please.”

His wet mouth hurriedly attaches to your twitching clit. Eren hums approvingly against your sensitive folds, his hot breath fanning across your clit. He traces the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

You’re mewling, your eyes rolling back each time he dips his long tongue teasingly inside of you. You’re overflowing into his mouth, and Eren doesn’t hesitate to devour everything you’re giving him with pleasure.

What lies between your legs should be criminal. It’s making a mess of him. His hair already inching to fall out of his lazy bun, and his pink lips are glistening with your arousal, so much so that he can hear little drops falling onto your shared bed.

“Taste so sweet, baby.” His words are muffled. Eren never once removes his face from your cunt, though you can still make out his words. “Look so pretty, too. My wife. My perfect wife.”

You’re babbling, mindless nodding at his words. “Fuck- Ren!” You can’t help but cry out when Eren slowly eases two thick fingers inside your messy mound, quickly curling them to reach his favorite spot. His pace is deliberate and careful as he penetrates you with his digits.

Regardless, the intense pressure is still there. You couldn’t arch your back at it even if you tried. You’re stuck. Forced to take everything being given to you by your lover.

His eyes snap up to you, and what a sight it was. Your bonnet was halfway slipping off your head, your eyebrows scrunched so cutely, and your mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ shape out of pleasure.

He watches a line of drool slowly cascading down your glossed lips. One of your tits was hanging out, bouncing slightly with every pump of his fingers. Shit, he could cum at just the sight of you.

“I love you so much, mama. I’m so grateful for you. For our little family.” The swirling on your clit is still ongoing, and you’re starting to wonder if the man below you is even breathing properly as he speaks. You can’t dwell on it for long before you begin to feel a familiar fire pooling in your lower abdomen. You’re so sensitive.

You can tell your husband feels it, too. “Swear I’m the happiest when I’m with you.” His fingers don’t speed up; rather, he fucks them inside your warm walls with more purpose. More conviction.

“I- I love you, t-too. I - Ah! M’gonna cum Rennie!”

The obscene slurping of your dripping cunt only increases at his following words, “Yeah? Give it to me, baby. Give Rennie everything.”

Who are you to deny your husband? Your brain short circuits when you finally release all over Eren’s mouth, your mouth opening even wider to release a silent moan. You would’ve been bucking uncontrollably if a large palm hadn’t been gripping your soft hips. He groans when the essence of you impales his taste buds.

Eren pulls his fingers out of you slowly. That seems to be the theme tonight, not that you’re complaining. You let out a weak cry as he continues to softly suckle on your clit because the taste of you is simply addicting. He can never get enough.

Your eyes are pleading when you call out to him. “Ren- Baby.. I need you.”

His eyes roll back into his head when those words leave your panting mouth. He pulls away from you with a resounding pop! Watching your legs plop down on the mattress just to slowly crawl up to the top of the bed next to you.

“You need me, mama?” He carefully turns you on your side, facing him as you both cuddle into each other. You didn’t even notice when he took his sweats off, but that’s honestly the least of your concerns when you feel his fat tip leaking with pre-cum press against your folds.

You’re nodding so fast you think it might give you whiplash. “Put it in, plea- Oh!.”

Eren is pushing his leaking cock inside of you before you can finish your sentence, “Anything for you, baby.”

And he means that, beyond just fucking you. Your husband would do anything for you.

You’re soaking, so there isn’t much resistance for Eren. You both let out a desperate groan when you feel his tip pressing right where your cervix is, deliciously grazing your sweet spot in the process. He pulls his back delicately before slapping against you harshly, creating a wet, squelching sound.

Your cries are heaven to his ears. Your lips look so plump and perfect he wants to bruise them. So, he does. Eren grants you a deep kiss that knocks the breath out of your lungs as you struggle to return his vigor.

How your hands scramble to reach for his to ground yourself is so adorable to him. He couldn’t imagine himself being in love with anyone other than you. Couldn’t imagine himself being with anyone but you. He continues his onslaught on your poor pussy, whispering sweet praises of,

“You’re so perfect, mama.”

“I’m so in love with you, baby.”

“Fuck, you and this pretty pussy were made for me.”

Eren’s gaze never once left your face as he snakes his hand to softly rub your clit. Watching every scrunch, every contort, into pleasure all because of him. The panting of your breath as you simply lie down and let him have his way with you... Fuck. Eren knows that he won’t last long inside your tight warmth.

You’ll never get used to the feeling of being so.. stuffed.. so full... His slow strokes never once falter inside of you. The sounds you both were making were nothing short of lewd; with each stab to your womb, he was bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night.

“Augh! Daddy- I love you, I love you so much-”

“My pretty girl, I love you so much more. Cum for me, mama. You deserve it.”

You’re trembling, your body violently shaking as it listens to your husband outside of your own will. You’re creaming all over him, a sticky white paste forming at the base of his cock the more he thrusts into you. You’re crying, he notices. Light tears slip down your puffy cheeks, and he can’t tell if it’s due to the pleasure or all the emotions you’re feeling right now.

Your pussy has him in a tight grip, refusing to let go of him. Eren isn’t far behind you, your release naturally triggering his own. His heavy breathing accompanies his soft moan as he dumps his thick seed past your puffy lower lips.

Both of you stay there, sweating and soaking up the afterglow. After a moment, Eren kisses your forehead tenderly, his lips brushing softly against your damp skin. His arms wrap protectively around you, pulling you even closer if that were even possible. You can do nothing but nuzzle into his hot chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You okay, mama?” His voice is low and soothing, breaking the comfortable silence as he strokes your back gently.

Your response is a hum, too blessed to form words, but the way you melt into him reveals everything. He chuckles softly, placing another kiss on your head. Eventually, he makes a slight shift, but his hand remains on your waist. “You’re everything to me, you know that?”

You lift your head to look at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “And you’re everything to me, too, Rennie,” you whisper back, smiling softly.

For a minute, you just gaze at each other, and there is no need for further words. Everything he needed to say had already been told in the way he touched you, held you, and cherished you tonight. You really couldn’t ask for anything more.

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grown woman • r. sukuna

📝: modern au, black fem!reader (she’s in her 30’s), alcohol use, missionary, oral sex (f. receiving), choking, cumshot, subby-ish sukuna, spit play

wc: 2.2K

📃: I’m still struggling to get back used to tumblr so I’m gonna be a lil slow posting. It’ll also be on patreon as well and hopefully, it doesn’t get flagged!

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a subtle touch, a gentle kiss..a slight nudge of the nose to the neck. It was all of the small movements that made him tick. Even the slightest bit of movement sent his heart into a fit of flutters. Honestly, it wasn’t anything to be ashamed of either..for he was simply a man in love. Unapologetically and unconditionally. Some would even credit you solely for his change in demeanor…from a slick, smooth talking womanizer who couldn’t even spell love. To the shameless romantic with enough passion to fuel the entire planet. Hell, if you let him tell it, the world didn’t even start spinning and the sun never shined until you came around. In essence, you changed his life!..and quite frankly, his image as well.

Ryomen Sukuna was known for many things throughout his life but being a monotonous, adoring homebody was not one of them! No longer were the days of club hopping and late night hookups…wandering home with whatever girl piqued his interest for the night and taking out all of his unbridled sexual frustration on her. In an even more callous move, she was out before the sun even rose and her name was irrelevant. He’d come to work with the same charming, fun disposition as if he hadn’t ruined another girl’s perception of love and healthy relationships. It was all a part of the game as far as he was concerned. So naturally, when you entered his life over a year and a half ago..never would this man have imagined that he’d be standing in the kitchen of a shared condo; towel draped over his bare shoulder as he stirred a pot of homemade sauce to serve with the dinner he’d prepared for you. Domesticated like an animal that had once roamed the streets mindlessly..now, spending his Saturday nights drinking wine with R&B reverberating through the speakers of a mounted flat screen. It was the after effects of dealing with a grown woman, after all. Firm in what you wanted, even more steadfast in what you wouldn’t tolerate and what he could do if the rules didn’t suit his fancy. However, him walking out of the door was the least of your worries now. Especially when you had him reeled in so closely.

“Mmmph..damn.”

the gesture catching his attention as you sat adjacent to him on the couch. Long, slender brown legs crossed as you nursed your own glass of Sauvignon. It was your third one of the evening and it was certainly taking its toll. So much so, your appetite had completely shifted from what was being prepared…

“Don’t worry. The food’s almost done..just finishing up a few things.”

to the one who had so graciously concocted the meal! Make no mistake, Ryo’s cooking was nothing short of a divine dining experience. But the carbonara wasn’t the only thing you were in the mood to slurp on! See, he could appreciate your honesty for the things you desired. How you weren’t shy or bashful about your needs. So long had he been the one controlling the narrative..making the decisions and sadly, trampling all over the women in his life because they made it easy to do so. But you weren’t any of them and that fact was reinstilled each time you two were alone. (Y/N) had finally grown tiresome of quelling your urges and set the cogs in motion so that this evening could truly end the way you both hoped for. You’d been hiding your time, watching him move around from the stove to the fridge, bringing you tiny samples in between and even halting momentarily to steal an influx of kisses. He’d been fantasizing about spreading you out on that table but with growth came reservation and he always waited for you to initiate things now. Twirling him around and moving him as if he were your puppet and like the helpless lover boy he’d transformed into, Ryo followed!

“Actually…why don’t you turn that off? I’ve got something better..” Instead of preparing plates, he was summoned by the wave of a finger..decorated with French tips and the sight of your fur lined robe slightly ajar from you pulling it open. “Oh, is that right? So watching me sweat over that stove was just for your amusement then, huh?” You immediately sensed the sarcasm in that deep voice of his and that toothy, foolish grin on his face gave away any hint of annoyance. As he drew closer, your legs spread further apart and you’d welcome him in between with no hesitation. Cackling as your lips connected into sloppy tongue kisses and those nimble hands cupped his face. Those large tattooed hands wasting no time in groping you subtly as they roamed your exposed skin.

“More like for my pleasure. Now shut up and come eat this pussy..”

his sharp eyes would cut at you, followed by a chuckle as that frame towered over you. Both of his hands and arms resting by your side like two giant pillars.

“And since when did you start telling me what the fuck to do? You know I don’t take orders from anyone.” But if Ryomen knew one fact..it was that you weren’t these other little girls he was used to fooling around with! You’d put him in his place and he’d stay there if he knew what was good for him. Quiet as it was kept, he loved the shit! Something about being bossed around by a woman who was a fraction of his size made him illicit feelings he shouldn’t have. Sitting cross armed with seemingly not a care in the world, (y/n) raised your leg..only to place it atop his shoulder blade and pressed down until that six foot five frame sank to its knees.

“Yet here you are…doing..exactly what the fuck I told you.” Honestly, that snarky tone would’ve gotten anyone else slung across the room. But not you..he graciously accepted those demands and got to work. The tension was mounting and veins began to protrude from his forehead. Without a single moment of haste, Ryo aggressively tugged your panties to the left side and out of his way..allowing him to delve into your center. Leaving sloppy, full licks all over your wet folds, suckling roughly on your clit and clawing his fingers into your thighs in the event you tried to scoot away from him. It didn’t take long before a trail of saliva and delicious cream began to trickle down to your most sensitive areas.

“Ugh!—fuck..yeah, good boy. You know what I need.”

your words seemed to have elicited a response out of him; a half verbal one that caused him to loudly grunt and follow it with a hard slap to your thigh. Eventually, your legs began to tremble and the sensation reverberated throughout your entire body. “You better be lucky you taste so goddamn good..I shouldn’t give you shit.” “Mmmhm. I hear you…”

Meanwhile, your digits scoured his hair..guiding his head along. Your legs were resting idly on Ryo’s shoulder and still rattling when you’d feel your throat constrict. Those large hands coiled around your neck and he’d squeeze lightly just to add to your mounting pleasure. Those calculated movements would only continue to grow increasingly more aggressive and euphoric. By the time he came up for a semblance of air, you’d coated your boyfriend’s face in a veil of sticky warmth. (Y/N) clawed at his forearm, but to no avail. He’d finally gotten you within his clutches..just as that orgasm drew near. Just as your entrance began to contract around his middle and index fingers whilst they worked inside of you. And just as you were about to release, he’d rise to his feet and hover over you. Burrowing his knees into the couch cushion and positioning himself between those parted legs. With a deviant scowl on his face and in one fell swoop, Ryo tugged at the elastic waistband of his Nike sweats; bringing them to the floor and his stiff cock from their confines. It was seeping..the tip puddling with precum and aching to be nestled balls deep inside of you.

“Look at you..about to pass out. How cute.”

“But I’m not. So fuck me until I do..”

however, rather than being greeted with frail whimpers and pleas for mercy, (y/n) returned that smile with your tongue dangling from your mouth and commands to do his worst! ”You got a lot of fucking mouth, y’know that? Talk that shit with this dick inside of you. I’d love to hear that.”

Those freshly shaven lips were tapped with that pulsating cock head before it found its way between those silky walls.. and quite possibly his kryptonite!..only fitting about three solid inches before he’d begin to buckle. Frustration truly began to set in when he realized your reaction didn’t mirror his own and instead of being met with the sight of hands pawing at his abs, those acrylics rested on your clit and began to trace circles. Your tits sitting upright as you peered down to see how far he’d got in.

“And you really think that’s enough to shut me up? C’mon, baby. You can do better than that.”

it was always him..always him talking and guiding his sexual partners through the sessions. It was always him who was vocal and demanding the next move..but you’d once again flipped all those notions onto their heads! Tightening that force against your throat, Ryo sought to prove himself. Starting out with only a couple slow strokes before drilling into you full fledge. Loud smacking noises from colliding flesh filled the room and with that hulking frame towering over you, he’d try his best to get you to break! Feeding you long, deep and impactful thrusts..interchanging fingers from your throat to your mouth and even pressing into your stomach to feel his own imprint.

Anything to garner dominance..but it was you with the upper hand. Even with that deranged simper stretching from ear to ear, (y/n) still egged him on. Despite tears trickling down your face and that fresh silk press becoming disheveled. Your toes curled midair as they remained on his chiseled pecs..limbs flailing about and your screams added to the chorus of chaotic noises. Your juices began to puddle and a sheath of white leaked from that tight hole. In that moment, he’d glance up to see only the whites of your eyes and thought it was a golden opportunity.

“Yeah..I knew it. Knew you couldn’t handle—“ “Yes, baby! Give it to me..make this pussy come!..make me nut on that fucking dick..” But condition aside, you’d laugh and become joyous at the sight of his roughness. Opening your jaws graciously for slaps and trails of spit. Taking every inch as if it were nothing…even when you’d begin to squirt and dampen those abs. He’d expected you to cower down and eventually tap out, like all the others before you. That he would be the top dog at the end of this little rendezvous. But when he felt that pulsation of his own climax nearing, Ryomen began to panic. Doubling down on his hard strokes, his pace and movements becoming erratic and the onset fear that he’d be coming in a shorter duration than he ever had!..it was too much..and yet again, in another move for control, (y/n) made the final call.

“Pull out..I want it on my face..” too spent and quite frankly, too enamored to fight back, the all mighty Ryomen Sukuna..notorious playboy turned pathetic fuck toy..retracted and allowed you to do as you wished. Leaning up, you’d wrap those nimble hands around his shaft and make jerking motions until that warm splatter of cum rain down on your mouth, tits and pretty features. “G’ahh! F-fuck..I’m coming!—“ “I know, baby. I know..give it all to me. Let me drain you..”

All with a toothy grin and that maniacal cackle as you licked up the remnants. But not before ushering him in for another kiss.

“Thank you, daddy..just what I needed. See, you can follow directions.”

It was at that exact moment that the epiphany crossed his mind. And all Ryo could do was burst into laughter. No more were his days of mindless control and having his way..he was a changed man. Who was fucking with a grown woman!