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subbmissivesuccubus · 1 year

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A - G (Part 1)

Content : Rengoku X Fem Reader X Uzui. NSFW one shots.

A-Z prompts, part 1~

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

Uzui and Rengoku are the best when it comes to aftercare. They know they've put you through it and that your body took quite the pounding since you perfectly satisfied both of them, as you always do. Even their bodies pressing against you, bringing you down from your highs as their weight and heat relaxed you made you groan in content. Rengoku is more active in aftercare, wiping you down with a cloth, getting you a glass of water, making sure you're clean and present, sometimes even bringing you some food if he feels like you're too exhausted. On nights where things get especially messy, he'll draw you a hot bath while Uzui tends to you, dropping in some soothing oils before going back to the bedroom and carrying you to said bath. Both men will get in with you, massaging and bathing you, taking care of you as you fall asleep in the comfort of their arms. Uzui was better at bringing you down to reality emotionally. He'd caress you face, whisper praises and words of affirmation as he kisses you all over. He'll stoke your hair lovingly as he looks down at you with so much adoration in his eyes, you feel like tearing up. He'll tell you how good you were, how lucky they are to have you, how you're the most stunning princess and how you please them so well. He'll lay down and bring you to his chest, big strong arms holding you tightly, the sound of his heartbeat soothing, truly feeling like he'll never let anything hurt you and you'd be right.

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

Uzui loves your booty. This man can't get enough of it. Whether it's a light tap as he walks by you, or a gentle squeeze as you kiss, or just holding it while he sleeps, or spanking you as he fucks into you from behind- He loves getting his hands on that ass. So plump and juicy- he sometimes uses your butt as a pillow if you happen to be relaxing while lying down on your stomach and other times, he'll just pull your pants down and bite your ass, laughing at your squeal as he leaves his teeth marks behind on your butt. He'll buy you pretty and skimpy underwear just so you can give him a show, cock hardening as he sees the way the fabric shapes your peachy butt. Uzui is very proud of his physique and honestly can't choose which part of his body is his favorite. Whether it's his height, his washboard abs, his bulging muscles, his firm pecs, thick thighs or fat cock- he's worked very hard to get the body he has and is more than thrilled that you like to worship his physique just as much as he does.

On you, Rengoku adores your tummy. Whether you have defines abs, a flat stomach, a bit of chub or a big belly, he loves your tummy. When you're alone with him and the two of you are just relaxing together, you've gotten used to your man sliding his hand underneath your clothes before gently grabbing your stomach, rubbing it sweetly. When you cuddle together, falling asleep in each other's arms, even if you start the night on Rengoku's chest, his arm around you, it will somehow end up with the man's face in your tummy, snuggling into your warmth as he wraps his arms tightly around you. Much like Uzui and your ass, he loves to kiss, bite and mark up your stomach, leaving traces of him behind. On himself he likes his arms. Muscular, defined, strong- he's caught you looking at his arms more than once and even more so when the two of you have sex, your eyes trailing up the veins popping out his skin. His arms are strong enough to vanquish the toughest of demons while also being loving enough to hold you, hugging you tightly against him in a loving embrace as you cuddle, not letting go of you even when asleep.

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

Both of your men cum like a faucet. Big, fat balls constantly pumping out rope after rope of cum, filling your womb up so much it seeps out. Most of the time, its hot. A few times, it's a bit of a nuisance. Like how after a quickie you don't have time to clean yourself up before you immediately need to leave on a mission so you have to try your best to not let their cum seep out of you and stain your clothes.

Or how your sheets need to be washed after every other session as it is a mess of your juices and their cum. Or if they ever choose to cum on your face in the middle of your fuck sessions you need to take a break and clean it off since there's so much of it and you can't possibly continue like that. Or when one of them cums down your throat and you try your absolute hardest to drink it down but some days it's just too much and you give up, pulling away to cough and collect yourself as the remaining cum splashes on your body- or even - on your uniform which cause quite the predicament for you.

The men would laugh as you complained about these problems but, they were sweet and considerate and tried to make things less inconvenient for you whenever they could. Like how both of them have spare uniforms in your size at their respective houses if you ever need a quick change. Or that one time Rengoku immediately got on his knees and ate his cum out of you in record speed, giving you a nice orgasm in the process, before you had to leave for a mission. Or whenever Uzui plans on making you squirt he'd lay a plastic sheet over the bed to prevent the mattress from getting dirty. They still loved to fill up your womb and your mouth and would forever be addicted to cumming on your body- but atleast they made an effort to make things more comfortable for you and it's the thought that counts.

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

Rengoku prides himself in being a gentleman. He has traditional values i.e. he wants to be a husband you can rely on, who will provide for you and protect you, who will treat you like the Goddess you are and who will never, ever, hurt you in any way.

But there is a dark part of him that really wants to spank your ass. And not just a playful spank he might do on occasion- he means bending you over and letting you have it.

It shocks him sometimes. All he wants to do is shower you with love, praise, affection and orgasms. He likes being rough with you, both of you enjoying the feeling but the idea of inflicting actual pain on you makes his heart drop to his stomach- but it makes his cock throb. A part of him wants to bend you over his knee, rip off your uniform to expose that pretty ass before raising his hand and spanking you silly, bring his hand down over and over again to turn your beautiful skin to a vibrant shade of red. He wants to feel you squirm beneath his hold- hear you cry out as he smacks your poor butt- tears in your pretty eyes as you beg him to forgive you for whatever naughty thing you did that week. He almost came in his pants when he saw Uzui spank you once, his comrade having no issues bending you over a table and letting you ass have it, growling some of the most nasty, degrading things to you while you sobbed underneath him, words that Rengoku would never say but- but a part of him really wanted to. If you eventually have a talk with Rengoku about how you want him to be more dominating- that you'd like him to spank you and punish you- that it's okay for him to explore this side of him with you- it's over for the both of you.

Uzui will eventually introduce you to his wives of course and while a huge part of him is possessive of you- not wanting anyone but himself and Rengoku to see how delightfully adorable and sexy you are behind closed doors- a small part of him gets turned on by the idea of you and his wives in bed together. I mean, if and when he makes you his wife, you'll have to get along with Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru anyway and what better way to bond that to have your cute, submissive body under the control of three, beautiful women? His cock grows hard at the picture of you with his wives- but his brain feels irritated as he doesn't want to share you with more people- speaking of which, Rengoku might not agree to sharing you with his wives, his opinion is important as well- plus if an orgy like situation breaks out then Uzui wouldn't want Rengoku to see his three wives naked but not having him present would also be unfair-

Ah well- he'll figure things out when the time comes.

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

Rengoku had one lover before you and it was a relationship that lasted awhile. They had to split ways as they were no longer as happy together as they once were but he now considers that a blessing, despite how sad the breakup made him, as it meant he could freely fall in love with you. Being the second person he's ever been with, Rengoku had to learn a few tricks during his time with you. He always had good stamina and an even better cock but as he only had experience with one other person, it took him a few tries before he really got to understand your body and what you liked and especially, which spots on and inside you got the best reaction and made your pussy gush. He wouldn't admit it but he learnt a lot from watching Uzui fuck you, his companion figuring things out much quicker than he did, and adopted some techniques to make your sex life a lot more enjoyable for the both of you. He isn't a man with a fragile ego, always willing and even eager to hear your thoughts on how he can better please you, and making sure he acts on your remarks next time.

Uzui- I mean come on- the man has three wives and has enough experience in the bedroom than a room full of men combined. He is well versed in the act of lovemaking and knows very well that everyone's body is different and that there are a few tricks to easily figuring out what works for whom. It barely took him a few seconds to find you g-spot when he first fingered you, curling his digits inside you just right and snickering into your skin when he heard your delicious welp and felt you tighten around him, quickly realizing that you were a sensitive little thing and he couldn't wait to play with you. It gave him quite the ego boost when he realized Rengoku was studying his techniques, the flame pillar not as subtle as he hopes he was, as Uzui brought orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty, subby body.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Rengoku's favorite position is the mating press <3 the man loves folding you in half, his biceps bulging as he presses the back of your knees against your chest, cock ramming into your cunt vigorously. He loves everything about it: He has a view of your pretty face, cheeks flushed, lips kissed red and eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock hits all the perfect spots. Your tits look delectable in that position, squished between your legs, making them look more plump and delicious. It's also a comfortable position to give your sweet ass a spank or two if he so desires. But of course, best of all, it's a great position to drive his cock deep, deep inside you to fill your womb with his cum~

Uzui's favorite is prone bone. With his size kink- loving how huge he is compared to you- he finds it so hot when he gets you to lie flat on the bed with him lying flat on top of you, cock fucking deep into your pussy. With your height difference, your face gets buried into the mattress by his chest, the man literally laughing above you, your head underneath his chin. You're a strong woman and he knows you can take it, but he needs to remind himself to be careful to not crush you even as your perfect velvet pussy milks his cock so wonderfully. He loves having you under his mercy and what better way to do that than by pushing you down with his hulking body? You'd never admit it, but Uzui knows you also get off on the size kink, addicted to his muscular body taking you in every which way.

When they both fuck you simultaneously, their favorite position is to spit roast you, one man down your throat while the other is fucking your pussy. Whether it's throat fucking you in an attempt to cum in your mouth or to simply get cock-warmed while they wait for the other man to finish fucking your pussy- your mouth is just as addicting as your cunt, your jaw always sore by the end of the night from sucking cocks. They have been training your ass slowly to one day take their dicks- gradually increasing the stretch night by night. First it's a finger- then two- then three- then a plug- then a plug they make you wear the whole day and on and on and on. Eventually, when you get to a point where you can take both their cocks at once, one in your pussy and the other in your ass, no doubt, that will become their new favorite position.

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

It's a mix of both but Rengoku is definitely the more serious type. He likes to give you his full, undivided attention and only focus on making love and fucking your brains out. And with his desire to put a baby in you, it makes for a lot of passionate fucking with little room to goof around.

Uzui is a bit less serious, although not one you'd call humorous. He does finds humor in the sex and will sometimes laugh when he makes you cry on his cock, or your expression when your eyes roll to the back of your head when you try to deep throat him or the way you babble and plead, all cock drunk and fucked out when he pulls another orgasm out of you. He just enjoys sex and depending on his mood, he'll either be really into it or he'll put his hands behind his head and relax, challenging you to take the lead once in awhile.

#subby writes #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer smut #kny rengoku #kny uzui #rengoku smut #rengoku #rengoku x reader #rengoku x reader x uzui #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer uzui #uzui tengen #uzui x reader #uzui smut

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iheartjameshetfield · 11 months

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Having kids with early/mid 80’s James 🤭

like yeah he’s young but there’s nothing that makes happier than his little family 💗

AHHH THIS IS SO SWEETTTTT

we all know damn well that the kid would be an accident 💀. he was fucking petrified when you told him the news since he was almost 1000% sure that he would fuck this kid up the same way his dad fucked him up.

you tried to reassure him multiple times throughout your pregnancy that he would be the best father there is, and you’d be there to help him, but he had no trust in himself whatsoever. the only thing that he knew for sure was. that no matter how hard it gets, he would never leave and put you and your kid through the same thing he went through.

even with all this, he was still the best person to have by your side during your pregnancy. he always tried to make sure that you’re comfortable, placing a pillow behind your back, head, and legs or he’d cover you with a blanket. he would get you whatever you’re craving, and if it wasn’t in the house, he would go and get it from the supermarket no matter the time.

he would constantly read books about parenting and pregnancy, making sure you get the best treatment. whenever you’d pat your belly, he’d get worried that you pat a little harder than you should, telling you to be more careful.

i feel like he would be the type of person to talk to your unborn child, like whenever he disagrees with you or just saying smth sweet to the baby like “we can’t wait to see you” or “see that? your mom wants to name you paul” he laughs as he makes fun of you with the baby.

when the child is born, hes definitely the type of dad to force everyone to wash the hands, wipes, and sanitize at least three times each before letting anyone touch the baby, including you.

for the first month or so after you give birth, he would always be the one to get up in the middle of the night for the baby, telling you to get your rest. after a while, he is literally prepared to play rock paper scissors with you at 3 in the morning to see who’ll get up.

you know that trick that almost every dad does when they toss their kid like 5 feet up in the air and catch them, giving all the moms a heart attack? yeah, he invented that trick. you’ve probably seen your baby in the air more than you’ve seen it in someone’s arms or the stroller or smth.

i truly believe that when the baby babbles, he babbles back. like the baby would say smth in gibberish and james would mimic the baby, conversing in their own language. or james would also respond with stuff like an exaggerated “no way!!” or “what else happened, tell me more”

he probably would’ve been rooting for a boy. he would be sooooooo excited if you had a boy, already planning on causing a lot of mischief with him.

he would teach his son how to play sports and guitar and all the stuff he’s interested in. james would race him and play wrestling games with him and pretend to lose.

even though he wanted a boy, when his little girl came, he would instantly change his mind, hoping that every future kid that comes would be a girl.

from day one and he would shower her with kisses and gifts, making sure she gets treated like the princess she is.

james definitely has tea parties with his little girl. he’d let her put hair clips in his hair, paint his nails a messy pink and accessories him in plastic beaded necklaces and bracelets. or whenever they’d play with dolls, he would speak in a high pitched voice like a girl’s voice after his daughter would force him to.

james would show up at every ballet practice and recital ever, refusing to not show up at a single thing. he would pick her up and drop her off at her practices, loving how his little girl comes running to him with open arms during every break she has. he’ll never miss the look his daughter had in her face when she spotted her parents in the crowd during her show, her eyes glinting as her smile brightened.

when she’s done with her dance, she’d leap into her father’s arms, you and james cradling her in a hug. “you were amazing princess. that was awesome!!” james would compliment her.

i feel like no matter what gender the baby is, they would want to be just like their dad in every way. the long hair, the band shirts, his guitar skills. whenever you see james around the house, you’d spot his little carbon copy waddling behind him in a custom ‘Metallica’ shirt and sunglasses that practically swallow your baby’s face.

when his kid is a little older, he’d want you to bring them to one of his shows, wanting his kid to see him on stage. he’d even show off his toddler to the crowd, showing off the newest member of the hetfield clan to the world.

this is me speaking off of real experiences btw

#he’d be such a cute dad i cant #metallica #james hetfield #james hetfield metallica #james hetfield fanfic #james hetfield x reader #asks and replies #james hetfield headcannons

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mrs-russ · 4 months

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NSFW Alphabet with Keegan P. Russ

Word Count: 1,493

Keegan x Fem Reader

Tags: Smut, Nsfw, P in V, Oral

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A/N: A little warning before you read this. this is my own interpretation of Keegan and how I see him. my opinion on what he likes and doesn't. My vision may be different from yours, so please keep that in mind while reading, but either way, please enjoy :>

A- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

not too big on aftercare, but it’s definitely there. he’d stay inside you for a few seconds as you both come down, his eyes on yours, making sure everything is okay. “you okay, kid?” he asks with a slight smirk on his face. he’d lie next to you, pulling you to his chest, inhaling your scent deeply. “i hope i satisfied you”

B- Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Keegan is OBSESSED with your thighs and ass despite the size. he could grab them all day, squeezing your ass as he fucks you from behind. “i just want to bury my face between these pretty thighs of yours, doll.” he’d kiss and nip at your inner thighs, watching you squirm as he teases you.

for you it would probably be his hands or arms, watching his muscles flex as he works or his strong hands gripping yours. not to mention he knows how to use those fingers of his. they’re not too thick, but he knows exactly how to curl them to get you to whine his name.

C- Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He loves it when your cheeks puff slightly as he fills your mouth with his cum, watching you swallow his seed is one of his favorite things. “atta girl, every drop” he’d coo, wiping your lips of his essence. “next time, i’m filling that cute pussy of yours”

D- Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves it when you take control sometimes, his hands on your hips as you bounce on him. “that’s it, just like that” while he thrusts his hips upwards. you’d keep him still, pushing him into the mattress as his grunts get more desperate “gonna make me cum so fast”

E- Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Keegan knows what he’s doing, although he hasn’t had a lot of partners, every touch he makes is catered to your needs, making sure to listen to and watch your cues. every time your moans get louder or your face contorts in pure bliss, he takes notes, loving the way you react to him.

F- Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

any position as long as he’s inside you. but if he had to choose, he’d lift your ankles up to his shoulders, grabbing your thighs and driving into you as deeply as possible while talking you through it. “mhmm, that’s it, taking me so deep like a good girl”

G- Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

more serious in the moment, he takes being your provider and lover very seriously, making sure to satisfy your needs. but in certain situations he’s definitely goofy.

H- Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he cares about being clean, so he’s well groomed, but not bald. he has a happy trail from his belly button all the way to his his crotch, nothing to messy.

I- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

definitely intimate. he’d whisper assurances into your ear, holding you close and not wanting to let go. he’s not too sensual or sappy, but he can be.

J- Jerk Off (Masturbation headcanon)

he likes masturbating, but not as much as being buried inside of you. when he’s or away or overseas thinking of you, he recalls the way it feels to be inside you, the noises you make and the way you writhe with pleasure. his thumb stimulates his tip, spreading his precum across his cock, telling himself how badly he wishes to be inside of you.

K- Kink (One or more of their kinks)

knowing this man, a daddy kink. he looooves it when you call him daddy. “yeah? wanna say that again, princess?” as he smirks, loving the way you whine his nickname. “say you love it when daddy fills you”

L- Location (Favourite places to do the deed)

bedroom, couch, counter, anywhere. although he probably wouldn’t be too big with public things, if he gets needy enough he’d fuck you in the mcdonald’s bathroom, covering your mouth so you don’t make too much noise. “quiet, doll, don’t want anyone to hear my girl moan”

M- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

when you tease him. sending him texts, pictures, or even just provocative movements/words. if it’s in public, he’d subtly whisper in your ear “just wait till your at my mercy” and then he’d pull away, smiling slightly as if nothing happened.

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

something that would hurt your feelings/you in general. he’s okay with ass slapping and biting, but nothing that could hurt you too bad like kn1f3/gunp1@y etc. degrading is okay sometimes, but it’d be hard on him if it were too much, thinking he’s hurting your feelings, not wanting you to think he’s using you.

O- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

giving and receiving. pleasing you is his favorite things, and he’s damn good at it. he loves looking up at you as your hands grip his hair tightly, feeling your thighs tighten around his head and your hips buck into him. “so sweet, like honey” he’d murmur, his deep, raspy voice vibrating against your clit.

on the other hand, he loves it when your mouth is full of his cock. he watches your eyes water as he fucks your face, his hand gently gripping your hair. “you can take it” he’d assure, but he’d always make sure he’s not pushing you too much.

P- Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

both. he’s a flexible guy, (maybe not physically…) he can be fast and rough, slow and sensual, but he mostly enjoys fucking you until you shake.

Q- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

keegan is okay with quickies, early in the morning before leaving, or late at night before sleeping. but he’d prefer to take his time with you, teasing you until you beg for his cock inside you. quickies aren’t too often, but if he needs you right then and there sometimes he can’t help it.

R- Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

down to experiment, but nothing too risky. like i said before i don’t think he’d like putting you in a position that could hurt you, or just anything that you wouldn’t like. but if your one to suggest it, he’ll probably be more then open to it, unless it’s too violent.

S- Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Keegan has STAMINA. he’s in the military, after all. he could probably last a good 2 rounds. it takes him a decent amount of time to cum. he’d maybe even make you cum twice before he does once. “you can take more, just a little more” he’d pant, his thrusts getting erratic as he feels you tighten around him again.

T- Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

doesn’t own any toys from himself, but he has some for you. maybe a vibrator or two, a blindfold, even.

U- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

keegan is a BIG teaser. he loves listening to you beg, your hands desperately grasping him as your breath quickens. “tell me what you want, babygirl.” as his hands slide down your body, tracing the edge of your panties. “you want me here? hm? beg for it.”

V- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he isn’t too loud, but he definitely makes noise. grunts, groans, maybe even growls.

W- Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he adores it when you wrap your legs around him, slightly trapping him in place as he thrusts into you. “keeping me close, hm? my cute girl”

X- X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

8 inches even, (20.3 centimeters) definitely circumcised. he’s not too girthy, but definitely not skinny. he’s wide enough to stretch you just to the right amount.

Y- Yearn (How high is their sex drive?)

based off of everything i’ve said, it sounds like he has a high sex drive, but surprisingly, it’s not too high. probably a little less then average.

Z- Zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

depends on how long of a day he’s had/how long you guys fucked for. if it was a quickie, he’s perfectly fine afterwards, maybe a little tired but good enough to go back to work. if it’s a normal session he isn’t too tired, but could go for a small nap. but if you guys were REALLY going at it he’d pull you close afterwards, probably falling asleep mid conversation within the next 20 minutes.

A/N: i’m going crazy.

#cod keegan #keegan russ headcanons #keegan cod ghosts #call of duty keegan #keegan p russ #keegan russ x reader #call of duty ghosts #call of dooty #call of duty

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anadiasmount · 1 year

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Could you do one about how Christian would be as a dad to be? Like during pregnancy and when the baby is born please?

i’m guessing you wanted this as a head cannon? if not i hope you don’t mind if i do it like this ❣️

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when you reveal to him ur pregnant, he’s in utter shock. which makes you feel uneasy, until you feel him bend down to his knees and hug your stomach. his head laying on your abdomen where he talks with the baby. he cries and pours his heart out of him being so happy and grateful for you. “is this actually real? i’m going to be a dad?”

despite his heavy and hectic schedule he still attends the doctors appointment every time. he drives you there, opens the door for you, holds your hand, and even checks in with the receptionist for you. while waiting for the midwife, he talks to you about the nursery, and the different color schemes he likes.

you have to reassure him every time you wince at the cold sensation of the gel, bc he gets so concerned, only wanting for you to be comfortable and safe. he holds your left hand constantly kissing it, as you watch your baby through the ultrasound. “look at the baby! i want to meet them already…”

his brown eyes widen when you get to hear your babies heartbeat for the first time. he shakes his head with excitement, and tells you he wants to hear it all the time. he even goes out to buy a baby heart beat monitor. “christian, seriously?” “can you blame me? i love the sound. it’s our baby’s heartbeat.”

throughout the pregnancy he makes it the priority for you to be relaxing and resting at all times, making you feel completely helpless. you’re so used to moving around and getting different tasks done, so when this happens you just have to bite your tongue. knowing christian is so protective of you and his baby. “don’t you dare move. i’ll be right back.”

you sometimes take trips to different to baby stores to check out the cribs, clothes, beds, carriers, strollers, some bottles, breastfeeding pumps, etc. he’s such a dad already, and researches the best products so the two of you can buy. “i saw this stroller online, it’s a 2-in-1. let’s go check it out.”

when the day of gender reveal comes around, the two of you decided to head north to Hershey, where all his family and yours reunite to celebrate. you asked his sister to surprise you, and she couldn’t back down on the idea, more than ready and excited to do so. especially since you helped her with hers. “OMG I WOULD BE SO HONORED!”

he’s dressed in a white button up, and you with a tight white dress with brown sandals. you kiss his cheek and jaw when you feel his hand nervously draw shapes on your bump. “you okay chris?” “yeah. just nervous that’s all. we finally get put out our misery,” he’d joke.

the long debate of whether it was a boy or girl ends, when you the color blue pops out. you immediately let out a small laughter and began to let out a couple tears of joy, which causes christian to softly kiss you and wipe them away. “we’re having a baby boy! a mini me running around!”

the next few months fly by. the now impatient waiting for your due date to appear. the constant cycles of going to pee, take frequent naps, weird craving, insomnia kicking ur ass. but despite it all, christian is there to guide and help you. “how can you eat that?” he’d say, “oh shut up. it’s this or me being cranky. so you decide…”

one thing you especially love is where he pulls out his guitar and sings to the baby, where they respond by kicking your belly when they hear the small noises. christian also reads to the baby, his head on your bump while reading nursery books. “you see here? this story is about how the piggy went to market.”

the day before labor, you feel the contractions and cramps. taking small step around the house, your hair in a messy clip, sighing and breathing in and out. christian is there to help you practice breathing methods, and timing the contractions before it’s go time. “ready? 1,2,3,4… let it out… there we go… again….”

after ur water breaks, you began to get nervous and filled with anxiety, but he reassures you everything will be okay. “i’m here baby. i’m here for you and our baby boy okay? scream, cry, laugh all you want.”

christian ties you hair up, holds your strong grip hand around his and you walk around the hospital room, he wipes off the sweat and applied cold wraps around your head to ease the heat. he whispers words of encouragement to you, rubbing your back and abdomen when the pain gets bad. “i’m going to change this okay? this will help your back better. just breath baby, im here for you.”

christian gets a bit light headed during labor, especially at the sight of his baby coming out of you. he just nervously laughs it off, holding your hand and encouraging you to push. the relief on your face once you let out that final push and hear your baby cry, ends his misery and wait. “you did it baby! i’m so proud of you…”

when he finally holds his baby, he cries. especially when the baby wraps his hand around christians pinky. feeling the bundle of joy in his arms is the most happiest day of his life, right after meeting you of course. all you can do is tiredly watch as your boys hold each other. “he’s so tiny” he coos, “he has your brows and lips…”

when coming home he helps you inside the house, going back and forth to gets the bags, and baby carrier. he heats up some pads and some water for you to make some coffee or tea. he puts your feet up to reduce the swelling and kisses your head while holding you. the baby sound asleep in your arms after feeding him.

with one hand he opens the nursery door, the baby occupying the other one as christian hold him secured. you follow behind him, wrapping a hand around his tattoed bicep. he looks around proudly at the monsters inc decorated themed room, before whispering, “welcome home theo… daddy and mommy love you so much…”

#i had to add the small reference to monsters inc 🥹🥹#christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you

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lanawinterscigarettes · 28 days

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Can I request Nsfw Alphabet with Monica Geller?

Thanks in advance

I got multiple requests for a nsfw alphabet with Monica so naturally I'm just gonna combined them lol. this is gender neutral and not strictly with a fem reader btw because whenever I write for smth like the nsfw alphabet I prefer to have it where anyone can read/enjoy it. that being said, I hope it was worth the wait!

Monica Geller nsfw alphabet

Warnings: smut (duh), gender neutral reader

Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Almost as soon as you're completely done with having sex, she has you get up so she can change the sheets (kidding....for the most part). She'll wait to do that if you're both exhausted, but in general she has a pretty strict aftercare routine that she follows. Both of you get wiped down with a damp rag, and you both drink water/have a light snack to help regain your energy even if you plan on taking a nap directly after.

Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

I don't think she has just one favorite body part. You've gotta remember, she's an ex fat girl who still can't help but obsess over how she looks. I'd say she's awfully proud of her physique/body in general due to how slim she is now versus when she was still in high school (I'm not saying that mindset is a healthy one, it's just the one she has in my opinion).

On you? She loves your stomach and thighs, especially if you're chubby there. Part of her yearns to be confident enough to be okay with gaining some of the weight back, but for now she prefers to just dote and fawn over you instead. She loves it if you have belly rolls, and any stretch marks get extra love whenever she presses playful kisses to your body during foreplay.

Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum? On her sheets? No thank you. If there's one thing she hates, it's the idea of making a mess. Sometimes you may be able to get her to forget about it if the sex is passionate enough, but the clean freak in her still can't help but worry about the stain your mixed body fluids will leave. On the other hand, the idea of being so caught up in each other that you two completely wreck the bed turns her on to no end. It lets her live a little, and the joy of getting to use her new detergent to wash the sheets afterwards just makes it all the more better.

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

She kind of has a thing for people older than her (that one's not a massive secret, as she did date Richard at one point). Also, messy kitchen sex? I know it sounds kind of weird, but imagine you're having a playful fight where she's trying to make a cake and you put icing on her nose, so she playfully tosses flour at you, etc. It's not super dirty, but given her reputation for hating messes of any kind she'd rather die than let people know she thinks a food fight resulting in sex is pretty hot.

Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I'd say she has a fair amount of experience. I think it's canon that she didn't lose her virginity until after high school, but that doesn't mean she hasn't had her share of boyfriends (and girlfriends, as I'm a bisexual Monica truther), not to mentions hook-ups or one-night stands. I wouldn't say she's tried everything there is to try, but she's not inexperienced, that's for sure.

Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where she can see your face to gauge your reactions and has access to kiss you. It doesn't matter whether the sex you're having is quick and rough or slow and gentle, she likes to pepper your face and neck with kisses regardless.

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

She's not very goofy herself, but I think she'll put up with a reasonable amount of it from her partner (you've gotta remember who she ended up marrying in the show, because I just know Chandler was cracking jokes on the occasion while they did the deed). If the type of sex you're having is more light hearted and playful then you may be able to get a funny quip or two out of her, but that's about it. She will, however, giggle like crazy if you do the same thing.

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

Oh yeah, she definitely keeps things tidy down there. I wouldn't say she'd go so far as to wax (not sure if anyone remembers the episode with the "painless" wax strips or not) but she at the very least keeps everything trimmed back. It's more of a personal preference than it is for her partner, so I'm not sure how willing she'd be to let it grow out. Assuming you guys have been together for a while, she may skip shaving in the shower, but she won't let it grow out too much. Her pubes are the same dark color as her hair is, if not slightly darker.

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

She can be pretty romantic when she wants to be, especially when she's set the mood beforehand. Anniversarys, birthdays, any sort of special occaison like that will have her finding the perfect lingerie set to wear for later that night when you finally get home and have the place to yourselves.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She can and will always make time to masturbate if she really needs to. One thing about her is you do not want to get on her bad side when she's sexually frustrated with no way to let it out. If she has to kick everybody out of her apartment long enough for her to get some relief, then she will, and no one bothers to protest because an angry Monica is a scary Monica.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I'm a firm believer that she has some sort of a praise kink from the way she was overlooked by her parents and treated in high school. She always has to be the best at everything she does, and to hear validation from you that she's making you feel good and doing well at whatever it is that she's doing boosts her confidence (and her sex drive).

Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom is obviously the most ideal place to have sex, but I really don't think she'd be against having sex in a more revealing place. As we've seen from the show, she's not above slipping into an empty room in a public setting for a quickie if need be. The thrill of getting caught outweighs most of the risks, in her opinion.

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly? When you clean or organize something and do a good job at it. There's nothing worse to her than a messy apartment, so if you ever do her the favor of managing to clean in the way she likes it's such a massive turn-on for her. Another one is praising, like I said earlier. If you ever compliment her on a dish that she's made really well or the way she's cleaned you're basically giving her an invitation for sex. You'll see her pupils dilate before she pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

No (something they won't do, turn offs)

Degradation, from you or her. It goes back to her insecurities about never being good enough, and it makes her question her worth to have someone call her names, even in a scene. This goes for her degrading you too, by the way. She just can't bring herself to be mean to you in that way during sex, even if you've given her the go ahead and established a safe word.

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

This is another one of those things that she stresses about and practices until she's the best at it. And by the best, I mean the absolute best. Regardless of whatever you have going on in your pants or down betwen your legs, she's going to be really good at pleasing you with her mouth and tongue. In terms of whether she prefers giving or receiving, she actually doesn't have much of a preference. It all depends on the situation for her, and who made the first move.

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

She could be either depending on the mood set. If it's a more romantic night or you're celebrating something, she's much slower, choosing to take her time. However, if you've sneaked away for a quickie obviously she's going to be faster and maybe a little rough. One thing that's certain is that she always makes sure to check that you're comfortable with the pace before continuing.

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

As a professional chef, she already has a lot of stuff on her plate, so it's safe to say quickies don't bother her and are actually one of her preferred methods of getting off. Long and slow sessions don't typically happen unless one or both of you planned for it ahead of time, so it's not uncommon for you to have a quickie whenever you get the chance.

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

She takes a reasonable amount of risks. She doesn't have any qualms about having sex in a semi-public location, and she's open to trying new things if you're up for it.

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

If it's a quickie or if she's had to wait a while for relief, she probably won't last very long, but she'll most likely be up for another round soon after. In fact, she has pretty good stamina in general, usually able to go for several rounds before stopping. You're more likely to tap out before her.

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

She owns a few different toys. A regular sized vibrator, a bullet vibrator for whenever she needs something small for out of town, and maybe a risque pair of handcuffs hidden away somewhere. Depending on your personal preference, she'll use them on either you or her, and if you ever want to try something specific then she'd be more than happy to (discreetly) order it for you.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a whole lot, but sometimes she'll wear a dress that's more revealing when you guys go out to eat dinner and the like. She doesn't like to tease you as much as you'd think because she doesn't like the feeling of having a ton of pent-up sexual energy with nothing to do with it.

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

Oh, she can be loud. She'll restrain herself if you absolutely need to be quiet, but if not then she's not bothering to hold anything back. Pants, moans, groans- with her, you always know whether you're doing well or not, because her sounds will dictate it.

Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Honestly? I could see her being into feederism, which is basically when you get off on feeding other people/being fed by another person. She most likely wouldn't have a preference on who does which, whether it's her feeding you or you feeding her. In fact, she might even want the two of you to feed each other at the same time. It's almost a way for her to pay homage to her old self while comfortably entertaining the idea of her healthily gaining a few extra pounds and keeping them.

X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

She definitely has stretch marks (yeah I said it). There's several all along her body, including her boobs, thighs, and stomach. Most of them are pretty faded due to how old they are and how long it's been since she's lost weight, but if you ever compliment them or gently trace your fingers along them when you're laying in bed together she'll melt and propose to you on the spot. She's joking, don't worry (for the most part, anyway).

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's not extremely high, but I could see her wanting to have sex at least once or twice a week, maybe more if the two of you aren't busy for once. Again, she doesn't like having to wait for too long if she's in the mood. That's not to say she'd ever pressure you into having sex, because she wouldn't, it just means if you're unavailable for sex or just don't want to have it she has to get some time for herself to take care of the issue, otherwise she's going to explode.

Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes her a little bit, especially if she has the nagging urge to immediately get up and change the sheets. Pillow talk is one of her favorite times to have deep, intimate conversations, so she'd love to do that with you if you're up for it, but she understands if you're too tired.

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no-not-without-you-blog · 2 years

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Whumptember 3rd

Prompt: Trying Not to Cry

Warnings: Emotions Galore, Fluffy Fluff

Prompt Credit: @comfortcap, Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The lights were dimmed and you were cuddled up on your couch for your Saturday night movie night. You and Steve had started the tradition years ago when you were just friends, trying to get him more caught up on popular culture. You had done a lot of the bigger movies, but also tried to branch out into movies that you had loved growing up or even into things neither of you had seen before. It was a nice pause to your busy weeks and it allowed you too to have some time to just be yourselves. Over the years, your friendship grew and changed into something more. It wasn’t a sudden shift, more of a gradual growing of feelings. One day, while watching a movie, he reached over and held your hand. You held it back and never stopped holding it. A few weeks later, you had cuddled up into him and looked up to stare at his face. When he looked down at you, you held eye contact for a few seconds before you leaned up and kissed him hesitantly. After you pulled away slightly and looked down in slight embarrassment, he tilted your chin back up and kissed you back, more deeply than before. You both smiled and blushed before you turned back to your movie.

That was three years ago and now you sat here, married and with your first child on the way and Saturday night movie night was still going strong. You of course, sometimes missed weeks because of missions, but you always made as much effort to have the night together as possible. It allowed you both to soak in time together and to decompress from a long and busy week.

Tonight was a movie you had both seen before, but you had said you wanted to watch it again and Steve had enjoyed it the first time and so he was fine with it. Forrest Gump had been playing now for over two hours and you were nearing the end. Jenny had just told Forrest that he had a son and he was emotional about it and asked her if he was smart or was he like him.

At that moment, you felt Steve begin to tense up. You looked up at him and saw his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. He was trying his hardest not to cry and you weren’t sure why. You sat up and paused the movie.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

He blinked quickly to try to get rid of the tears in his eyes but one slipped down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away and shook his head. “Nothing, sweetheart. I’m fine.”

“No… you’re not. What’s going on?”

He huffed softly and then looked at you with a shy fear in his eyes. “I don’t really know, to be honest. I didn’t have much of a reaction the first time we watched this, but this time, it hit me hard. I guess maybe because my own child is on the way. But really, I am fine. I just got emotional for a minute.”

You smiled sweetly at him and cuddled back into his side. “You’re really sweet, you know that?” You said to him before you pressed play on the remote and finished the movie.

He was quiet for the rest of the night. Not completely silent, but definitely not his normal self. You knew that it was better to let him have some time to collect his thoughts and that he would talk to you when he was ready. He was already in bed, sitting up reading, while you were in your bathroom, getting ready for bed. He could see you from the bed and watched you pull your hair up into a messy bun and wash and moisturize your face. As you walked back into the room, your swollen belly pulling tightly on your nightgown, he placed his book back on the bedside table and really took you in. You were about seven months pregnant and he thought you had never been more beautiful. He had always dreamed of having a family but for so long, it seemed like it would never happen. Then he met you and you gave him friendship, love, a home, and now a family. You had made every dream he ever had come true. You smiled at him as you crawled into bed and he pulled you close, as close as your growing child would allow. You rested your head on his chest as he stroked your arm and back.

You both sat there for a moment before he finally spoke up. “That’s probably one of my biggest fears… from the movie.” You looked at him confused before he continued. “Forrest was afraid that his son was going to have difficulties, like he did growing up.” You both sat there for a moment, letting his words and the meaning behind them soak in.

“I had such a rough childhood. Between being picked on or belittled for my size or being constantly sick. I had so many things wrong with me and was told so many times that I wouldn’t live past thirty. My whole childhood was filled with illness and pain and bullies.” He paused for a moment. “When you told me you were pregnant, I was so excited but the thought instantly crept into my mind. What if I passed along those issues to our child? What if they are sickly or small or constantly picked on? Then I thought about the possibility of the serum being passed on. What if they’re targeted for it? I am so terrified of passing on something to them that will make their lives harder than it needs to be.” He took in a deep breath and I saw his jaw clenching over and over as he tried to control his emotions. “I just want them to be happy and healthy and safe. I don’t want their life to be harder because of me.” You watched tears start to stream down his face.

You quickly sat up and moved to straddle his lap as best as your belly would allow and held his face in your hands.

“Baby…” His head fell forward and rested on your chest as the tears came hard and fast now. He cried for a few minutes before you pulled him back to look at him.

“Sweetie, look at me. This child is going to be perfect. We haven’t had any indications of illness or super strength. Do you not think that Helen isn’t monitoring all of that? That her and I hadn’t discussed the possibility of all this? I didn’t bring it up with you because I didn’t want you to worry about it, but I see that that was a mistake. I should have told you that she was closely monitoring every aspect of this child and so far, they are perfectly healthy. But I understand your fear. I think every parent feels that fear to some extent and I understand that we have some extra concerns over other parents. But I promise you, that even if they are sick or super strong, that you and I will do everything in our power to help them have a happy and healthy life. Is there anything you wouldn’t do to make that happen?”

He shook his head no. He would move heaven and earth to give this child the best life possible.

“Then there is nothing to worry about. I’m going to love them, and you're going to love them, and our family is going to love them. We’re going to do whatever we can to give them a good life. If there are bumps along the way, then that’s just how it is. I’m here with you and this child for the whole ride, bumps and all.”

By this point, the tears have slowed down and he smiles at you. He sniffles once and then places his hands on either side of your face. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

He smiles and then bends down to place a gentle kiss on your stomach. “I love you too, Nugget.”

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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I fucking love mlb!harry and ceo!harry

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Erm i had an idea (pls feel free to ignore, i know u hv a busy schedule and life outside of tumblr) but what if mlb!harry played badly in a game (or less than how he expected he wld perform) and y/n makes him feel better

Ceo!harry loses an important deal and y/n makes him feel better

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YN knew it wasn’t going to be a fun time when Harry came home that night.

All four babies were fast asleep in their respective rooms and she was lounging on the couch, some cooking show on after she watched her husband play a rough game on ESPN.

He got hit with a fastball to his calf during the second inning and after that, his performance went downhill and he couldn’t get back on track.

He threw three homeruns and only made a few mediocre hits, trying to ignore the shooting pain in his lower leg.

In a typical Harry move, he refused to do the end of game handshakes with the opposing team and stormed off the field.

An interviewer chasing after him to ask him a question and Harry give her a dirty look before muttering, “Get away from me. I’m not answerin’ any questions,” before he disappears down the stairs.

YN knew just the thing that will cheer him up.

Harry trecks into the house with heavy feet and tense shoulders, his eyes are tired and frustrated as he drops his duffle on the ground carelessly.

“Hi,” YN murmurs when he steps into the living room, she was all curled up in a fluffy blanket with a surprise underneath.

“Hi,” He says back blandly, the frown unmoving from his face - almost like a pouty little kid.

“Can you come rub m’back?” She asks, feeling herself dampen a little bit with the excitement of what’s to come.

Harry scoffs, obviously in a sour mood, “I just finished a game, walked in the door, and tha’s the first thing I get is a demand?”

“Okay? And I just dealt with all four of your babies all day today. Ezra refused to be put down for more than five minutes straight,” She tries to bite down the smile, she shouldn’t find it funny when her husband’s bent out of shape.

That makes him melt a bit though, voice soften minutely, “Were the babies good today?”

“I’ll tell you about it after you rub my back.”

Harry grumbles, kicking off his trainers with a irritated edge, and heavy-footed as he makes his way to the couch.

“Take off the blanket and move on y’belly then,” He mutters, eyes boring into hers without reflecting the amusement that she has - if he was in a better mood he would have helped her along.

When she slips off the blanket and quickly moves on her stomach, burying her face in her arms when she hears him sucks in a breath.

“Wha’ are y’naked?” Harry demands, obviously trying to stay irritated because he deserved it for having such a shitty game.

YN makes sure her voice sounds airy and coy, “Just got hot is all.”

“S’fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” He rebukes but sits on the side of the couch with only a little room on the edge - his large hand coming to massage at her back muscles.

“Mmm,” She agrees noncommittally, feeling Harry’s hand wander curiously, further down her back to the lower curve before her bum.

“Y’trying to cheer m’up with sex,” Harry accuses, bent out of shape because he just wants to sulk in his poor performance but also he has the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him - bare and wet for him.

“I didn’t offer sex,” YN smirks, her husband falls into her to tricks every fucking time, no matter how much of bad mood he’s in.

Harry’s voice gets lower, more dangerous and gravely, “No? Just flashin’ y’ass at me for fun now? Decided for absolutely no reason to be waiting for m’to come home naked?”

“No reason at all,” She agrees, excitement building when his gentle massage turns rougher, hands kneading a little deeper into her muscles.

He shakes his head, eyes glued onto her backside where her cheeks are round and hiding what he really wants to see, “So if I dip m’fingers down between y’pretty thighs, your cunt won’t be soaking f’me?”

Harry’s skin prickles when his wife lets out a feathery, delicate moan at his words, he’s desperately trying to hold onto all of his negative feelings but he’s struggling because of the beauty that’s squirmy underneath him.

“Dry as the Sahara.”

It makes Harry finally break a little, letting out a belly laugh, and smacking her bum hard enough to make her squeak in delight.

His fingers travel down between her puffy folds, slipping into the heavenly heat of her where she is soaking his fingers.

In a filthy move, he pulls them back up and rubs them on his wife’s lips, “If y’not wet than what’s on y’lips, darlin’?”

Harry’s cock twitches when she lets out a quiet whine, pink tongue tracing her bottom lip before she laps at her husband’s thick fingers.

“Fuck,” He grunts, pressing down on her tongue,“Y’gonna let m’hit it from behind?”

When she can speak, she shakes her head, “No, want it on m’back.”

“Spoiled thing,” He murmurs, giving her one more smack before helping her flip back over, “Supposed t’be all about me, not you.”

YN’s eyes are sparkling, hand coming to tug lightly at his locks and pull him down into a kiss, her other hand wriggling his shorts down.

“All I had to do was take m’clothes off, didn’t even have to ask for it,” She giggles sweetly, teasingly, “Doesn’t matter what mood you’re in, always want to give it to me.”

“Best I’ve ever had, mama,” Harry replies against her lips, mumbled a bit as she grips him and leads him right to where she needs him most.

“Only one you ever had, only one you ever will have,” YN remarks confidently before throwing her head back when he bottoms out.

“Y’so fuckin’ hot when you’re possessive. You already know y’own me, darling. I bought you this big ole’ house, got four of m’babies sleepin’ upstairs, and got y’under me every night. I’m fucking yours. I have been since we met.”

“Harder, H,” She demands, nails digging into his strong shoulders as he fucks into her at a steady pace.

“Be quiet, let m’do it how I want,” He chides, keeping a slow but hard rhythm as he ducks down the suck at the hard peaks of her breasts before grazing them with his teeth.

“Do it how I want,” YN moans with an arrogant tone, it just drops with how confident she is that her husband is whipped for her. (He is).

But he’s already in a less than great mood so it has him flipping her, putting her onto all four as he wants, and slamming back in.

“We’re gonna do it ‘ow I want it,” He grunts in her ear, his hand gripping her cheek roughly enough to dimple and his other wrapping in her messy hair, “Y’absolutely soakin’ me, pet.”

“Oooh, fuck!” YN hisses but it doesn’t sound like a normal moan from her - Harry knows every sound his wife is able to make.

“Mama? Y’alright?” Harry checks, slowing down but not completely losing momentum as he loosens his grip on her hair.

“Cramp, I’m cramping. Want it on m’back,” YN whines, trying to shake out her leg and Harry obliges, helping her back down to their original position.

Again, Harry isn’t stupid.

As soon as she is back where she’s moaning lowly and with an airy hitch as she goes to pinch at one of her nipples.

“Y’such a spoiled brat,” Harry shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’didnt have a leg cramp, y’just wanted to be a pillow princess.”

“Lies,” YN giggles, eyes bright and happy as she peers up at her husband who is looking down a her like she hung the fucking moon and stars.

No one would ever be able to convince him that she didn’t.

“M’the one who had the shit day. I’ve just spoiled you so fuckin’ rotten tha’ y’just a desperate slut,” He laughs meanly but it sends a full body zip of electricity through his wife and he knows it.

“Harry,” She chokes out, gripping his biceps hard.

“Hands to yourself,” He snaps, taking her hands and pinning them above her head with just one of his hands.

The other comes down and lands a smack right on her puffy folds, once..twice…three times before YN is coming on him.

“Easy f’me,” Harry hums with satisfaction, leaning down to kiss her moans quiet as he fucks in hard a handful on times before he’s filling her up, “There y’go, hm? Marking y’up as mine, all full of me.”

“Yeah, baby,” YN agrees dazed, dated as he comes to a halt as he softens and pulls out - wiping her down with his shirt as she whines, “Sensitive.”

“M’sorry, mama,” Her husband apologizes, trying to be careful around her nerves.

After, they lay on the couch - talking about their day until Briar’s monitor lights up from the side table with high pitched cries.

“Mama, mama, daddy,” The thirteen month old sobs as she sits up in her crib - unable to find her binky in the dark.

“I’ll go get the bub,” Harry offers, sitting up and tugging his briefs and shorts back on.

“Okay, she missed you a lot today. I’m going to go shower.”

When Harry steps into the room, Briar is looking expectantly at the door and her eyes widen when she spots her father.

“Daddy, dadada,” She babbles happily, standing up to clutch the railing of her crib with anticipation.

“Oh, there’s m’lil mama. Hi darling,” Harry coos softly, gathering her up into his arms and taking a step over to the rocking chair.

He pops her pacifier back between her lips and she looks up at him with heavy-lids, it doesn’t take long before her blinks get longer until her eyes shut close.

Harry doesn’t know what he did to deserve such an amazing life but he was sure fucking grateful.

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odetojeons · 4 years

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Will You Punish Me If I Don’t? — Jeon Wonwoo

request: a lil drunk reader × possessive wonu angry sex pls

tags: fem and brat!reader, dom!wonwoo, edging, semi-public sex, angry sex, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), a tiiiiiny bit of light degradation and spit kink, unprotected sex (stay safe), wall sex (oh yes you read that right), a whole lot of dirty talk, JEON WONWOO IN A CROP TOP BYE, established jeon wonwoo x reader

a/n: this took me a whole fucking day to write it 💀 i think my soul left my body on the meantime and now i’m just a spirit,, but i love this so much, pls, possessive wonu is one of the biggest moods ever 🥵 also i’m sure i made a lot of stupid grammar mistakes that i didn’t realize even after proof reading it, so you’re just gonna,, pretend you don’t see those :)) i hope you enjoy, i made this with all my heart JDJSJDJS

word count: 6244

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You know very well you’re being annoying and petty today.

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You both have been on this damn party for a while and you tried to get Wonwoo to leave and fuck you for at least five times now. You tried dirty dancing on the dance floor; nope. You tried sitting on his lap when he was talking to his friends; nope. You even tried to make out with him; but it only had lasted for a few minutes.

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It had you even more horny and angry. And that is never a good combination when it comes to you.

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But can people really blame you when Wonwoo is looking that good? You have been making a great amount of effort not to stare too much at Wonwoo’s abs peeking from his black cropped shirt, the sharpness of his V-line more visible than it should be legally allowed — it’s bad for your poor heart after all. But you do a poor job of hiding how the whole outfit affects you, because Wonwoo was looking and he had this known glint swimming inside his eyes and it’s got you licking your lips.

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But still, he didn’t do anything.

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Well, not until you used your last resort.

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Your mind threw back to the memory of Wonwoo’s big hand resting on your inner thigh earlier when you were sitting in his lap, the veins in the back of his palm tracing a dirty path up to his forearms. And there’s always a strength, even a possessiveness in the way he holds you, his other hand squeezing a little hard against your waist, grip tightening every time someone stares at you for a second too long. There’s something so raw in the way he acts, like it’s almost unconscious, and it turns you on without a doubt.

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No matter how you looked at other people and tried to rile him up, Wonwoo still remained in his stupid composed behavior, this little acts being the only proof of his jealousy.

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But not tonight. Tonight you were going to make him snap, no matter what. You were gonna make him fuck you rough and fast and give you as many orgasms as you wanted.

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Oh, but you were so wrong. Things totally backfired at you.

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You started by going into the dance floor again, after a few shots of some liquid courage. Swaying your hips at the beat, you tried your best to throw sultry looks at where he was sitting — manspreading, your brain unfortunately added, because he looked so hot doing that — in one of the sofas, eyes set on you like you’re the only thing that he could ever look at.

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You smirked, pleased with his reaction, before proceeding with your plan. Hands reaching forward, you touched the shoulder of the first guy you saw in front of you. It doesn’t take long for him to turn around and smile. He seemed genuinely nice, so you felt a little bad for using him to make your boyfriend jealous, but when you looked at him the guilt disappeared in two seconds.

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His head was hung low, eyebrows frown and fists clenched in where he supported his arms on the sofa. You winked at him and clearly saw how he seemed to almost visibly snarl at your teasing, knowing very well what was your intent with all of that; Wonwoo looked at you like he was about to consume you whole in front of everyone just to prove who you belonged to — and you felt your legs tremble at the idea of that.

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It was a game to see who would give in first; you to your frustration and horniness or Wonwoo to his possessives and jealousy. You couldn’t stop staring at him, the both of you shooting daggers into each other, especially when you turned your back to the guy and swayed your hips obscenely for him.

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But it was when he put his hand on your waist and glued his lips to your ear that things started taking a turn of events; in the next second, Wonwoo was standing right beside you. The air grew thicker quickly, and your breath was knocked out of you at the sight of your — very pissed off and very hot — boyfriend looking down at you.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” Wonwoo’s voice had rang through your ears, loud enough to make you mewl softly even through all the music going on in the background.

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“Dancing?” you asked with fake innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. Wonwoo groaned, grabbing your wrist.

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“Um,” the guy from before started. “I think I should be going now?”

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He waited for an answer, but you and Wonwoo were too busy looking at each other intensively to even care, so he cleared his throat and left.

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“Let’s go,” he stated simply, pulling at you through the crowd so you both could go outside. You giggle a little when you trip on your foot, a bit tipsy with the shots you took.

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And that’s how you find yourself currently being guided until you were both right in front of his car. Your mouth opens, ready to make a clever comment that would surely rile him up and give in to what you want, before he turns around and gets all over your personal space, so suddenly that the words get stuck in your throat. The scent of his cedarwood cologne invades your lungs, sending your mind into a little haze.

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“What were you thinking, letting another man touch you?” Wonwoo says, voice rough and firm, lips pressed into a thin line like he was still holding something back.

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And you don’t want him to.

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“You took too long, and I have needs,” you retort, stepping up into his space too, not wanting to back down even when the sight of Wonwoo’s dark, dark eyes bleeding with lust made a very noticeable shiver run down your spine.

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“What kind of need would even make you want to rub yourself all over someone else that—” he stops himself, closing his mouth before groaning, annoyed. You smirk at him, knowing what he was going to say.

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All over someone else that isn’t me.

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“Hmm, let me see,” you giggle, face centimeters apart from his, your breaths mingling with each other. “A need to get fucked hard, for starters.”

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The intensity of his gaze growing exponentially dark wipes the smile off your face in seconds. You try not to gulp when he scoffs, taking one messy step back when he takes one further.

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“So that’s what this is about?” Wonwoo questions, tone suddenly mean and sarcastic, and there’s heat licking and pooling at your lower belly faster than you expected. His deep voice never fails to leave you trembling. “You’re so desperate to get railed that you couldn’t even wait to get home before throwing yourself at some random dude.”

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Your cheeks tint red in shame and arousal, realizing this wasn’t a question. It was an affirmation, like he knows exactly how horny you are, and you try to remain composed. You are not going to give up until he loses it.

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“Maybe,” you say, a single finger trailing through his torso distractingly, and you don’t even try to hide your hunger when you look at his abs peeking from behind his cropped. Wonwoo’s face hardens at that, and you smile internally in victory. “Why? Are you jealous, baby?”

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He laughs, throwing his head back, but it only serves to make you even more satisfied. That’s exactly the reaction you expected him to have.

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“You’re drunk,” Wonwoo answers instead, and you think it’s endearing how he denies so hard that he’s not possessive.

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“Nope,” you press your finger in his chest again, but he doesn’t even buge from the place. Fuck, that’s hot, you think, licking your lips and watching Wonwoo’s eyes zeroing in the action. “A little bit tipsy? Yes. But drunk? Not at all.”

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Suddenly, you back away, trying to ignore the way your body protests against the lack of warmth, the lack of Wonwoo.

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“So if you’re not jealous, then you wouldn’t mind me getting off with someone else, right?” you trail off, feeling proud of yourself when he looks at you like you just made something emerge from the ground with psychic powers.

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“What?” he asks, tone furious, and you jump a little in place with the intensity of it, but soon recovers with a pout.

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“I mean,” you start, acting like you’re not saying the biggest stupid thing you could ever think of saying, shrugging at him. Of course it was all a lie, there’s no way you’ll ever want someone else other than Wonwoo. “You’re always telling me to wait and wait and wait, so if you’re not that jealous, then maybe I should get someone else to fuck me when you can’t.”

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Wonwoo moves so fast your brain takes a time to understand what he just did; in a second you were standing with your glorious bratty attitude, the next you were pushed against the car, one hand squeezing your jaw tight in place and the other holding your wrists behind your back. His bigger and broader body pins yours against the door, and you have a hard time breathing now.

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Now that’s a way to sober up.

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“No,” he grits out, sounding more like a growl than an actual word. Your heart is hammering like crazy against your chest, and you gasp softly when he pushes your jaw backwards until the back of your head hits the car, neck exposed for him. “No one should be allowed to touch you like this. No one but me. No one.”

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Then Wonwoo bites the juncture of your neck and shoulder, so hard you think the mark is gonna be there for days. You moan at that, hips kicking and shocking with Wonwoo’s.

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“You know nobody could fuck you like I do,” he says, sounding smug but also dead serious, and this cocky side of his during such moments never fails to make you wet.

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You inhale, reuniting the fight there’s still in you. To be honest the only thing that makes you still retort back is the alcohol. It gives you a special ability of not being able to shut up.

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“I guess someone else will have to fuck me so I can believe you.”

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You watch his demeanor change instantly at that; shoulders tensing, jaw clenching and predatory eyes — Wonwoo kisses the breath out of you. He sucks at your body lip, licking at the seam of your mouth, and you gasp, mouth parting and his tongue slides against yours. There’s a hot flash rushing all over you as your body pulses with want; Wonwoo has always been a great kisser, capable of surrendering you putty in his hands.

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He kisses you again and again and again, as if someone might take you away. He kisses you like he wants to carve his identity in your soul. He kisses you so messy and hungry that your teeth actually clack and the sounds of your lips dragging roughly and tongues rubbing against each other fills the air around you.

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Wonwoo can probably taste the alcohol, if the way he moans is anything to go by.

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It is dirty, lewd and so fucking hot you feel the fight leaving your body momentarily along with your breath, lungs burning with the lack of oxygen. There are a few tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and you don’t even realize their presence, but then, and only then, Wonwoo pulls away. He bites at your lower lip one more time, a lewd string of saliva connecting your mouths for a short while before it breaks.

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“Seems like you suddenly forgot who’s name you scream when you’re getting railed,” Wonwoo tells you, voice poisonous and labored breath caressing the skin of your neck. “Should I remind you?”

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“Y-yes,” you moan out, enjoying the proposal, but it only serves to make Wonwoo scoff.

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“I think you need to learn how to respect me first,” he says instead, and there’s butterflies swarming together in your belly, chest still heaving for air.

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“Will you punish me if I don’t?” you retort, staring him right back in the eyes.

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Wonwoo growls.

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“You better shut the fuck up before I make you regret,” he says, and you feel a shiver rocking so bad on your body that your hips collide into Wonwoo’s, his half hard cock pressing against your stomach. The feeling makes you moan.

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“Why would I?” you ask, trembling voice giving away how much this all affects you. “I want this.”

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There’s a bit of silence before you continue.

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“Make me regret.”

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“Fuck,” Wonwoo groans, biting on your neck again, this time so far up that you won’t be able to hide it that easily. “So needy you can’t even think about anything else other than having a cock drilling into you.”

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Wonwoo kisses your moan away, sucks at your bottom lip until it’s swollen. Then, he puts three fingers in your mouth, like he’s telling you to shut up.

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Wonwoo turns his head to look down at your shuddering frame trapped between the side of the car and him. You don’t look up, too focused on sucking at his long fingers, but when Wonwoo starts to move his arm that was occupied by your mouth, you stir, and look up to meet his eyes.

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They’re dark, with a glint in them you could only recognize as devious and wicked and so so so mean. It’s the same glint he gets when he’s about to deal out a punishment, or tease you enough that you believe it’s a punishment. It makes the hair on the back of your neck stand, and a bead of sweat drips from your eyebrow. You wonder what you’ve got yourself in for the night when you both get home.

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As if on cue, answering your arousal hazed thoughts, the hand that was slowly doing a dangerous path down your body settles itself on the front of your pants. It’s heavy on your clit, and you can feel Wonwoo digging his fingers into your entrance. You barely have the sense to react, and even if you could, you reminded yourself you weren’t home yet. Wonwoo now has his hand groping your pussy in public.

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Your face flushes a dark red at the realization, feeling humiliated and embarrassed under Wonwoo’s grip. If someone were to see, they’d get arrested for sure. Wonwoo’s hand has a strong grip on your clit, fingers quickly slipping past the thick fabric of your denim jeans and lace panties so he could press the pad of it against your naked and wet folds.

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You whine quietly, and now that the hold on your jaw has been set loose, you nestle your face further into the crook of Wonwoo’s neck. With a grip on Wonwoo’s jacket, you feel him angling his head so it rests against the top of your head.

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“Wait, f-fuck, someone might see us!” you whisper-yell at him, but Wonwoo only hums and steps in closer. Your chests are flush together and he towers over your frame easily enough to hide you between him and the car. “Wonwoo—”

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Your sentence gets interrupted by your own moan when he presses a finger inside of you. You quiver, legs trembling, and you let the realization that Wonwoo is about to finger you publicly sink into your stomach. You know that the streets are deserted and there’s not one single soul around there since it’s so late, but the thought of it still has you gasping.

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“Wait? But weren’t you the one complaining about me making you wait all the time?” Wonwoo bites back, tone mean and unforgiving when he fucks his finger inside of you. He sounds almost angry and it’s making you so damn horny. “Earlier you were looking at me with such a hunger. I bet you were thinking about me fucking you in front of everyone, weren’t you, baby?”

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You moan because yes, that was exactly what you were thinking. His hand lets go of your wrists when he adds another finger inside of you. It burns a little, you think, but enjoys the pain as your arms fly up to circle around his neck and pull him closer. Wonwoo goes easily, mouth finding yours and fingers fucking inside you in a way that has you squirming.

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He soon gives attention to your neck, kissing all over it before sucking a wet blotch against the skin right underneath your jaw. Wonwoo pulls away, looking at it for a while like it gives him some sort of feral satisfaction to see you bearing one of his marks.

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“Wonwoo, I’m n-not—” your words break off into a whine, struggling to form sentences. “Not— g-gonna be able to hide the, ah, hickey i-if you suck it that far up.”

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“Good,” Wonwoo says, and his mouth finds your neck. You scratch his scalp when he sucks again, this time harder, his arm coming to help you up when your legs give in. “Want everyone to know you’re mine. Only mine to fuck, to breed, to love, to cherish, to make you my little slut.”

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You throw your head, back arching off of the car and mouth opening to let a high pitched moan scape you. Wonwoo then adds another finger, the third one, and gyrates them so hard inside you you actually feel like you’re seeing stars, figuratively and realistically — the night sky above you is adorned with a few of them.

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“Acting like a brat and riling me up like that, this is what you wanted, isn’t that right, princess?” Wonwoo spits out, lips pressed into a thin line as if he’s getting more and more angry at his own words. “If I didn’t stop you right there, would you have continued dancing with that dude, huh? Would you maybe have made out with him?”

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You try to answer, maybe tease him back again, but you can’t even form a coercive sentence. The only thing you can do is hold onto Wonwoo like your life depends on it as he fucks you furiously with his fingers, and take whatever he’s willing to give it to you.

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“Do you think he could finger you like this?” Wonwoo says poisonously, hand squeezing at your ass hard enough that you think it’s gonna leave the print of his fingers. “Think he would have a bigger cock than mine?”

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He ruts against you as if to prove his point, hard and so fucking big it has you breathless. You know how your boyfriend is well-endowed, know he could make you feel him for days after a good fuck and your mouth salivates. Wonwoo presses the pad of his fingers in your sweet spot, jamming against it without pulling out with quick movements, and you feel like you’re going insane.

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“Since you put a lot of effort into being a fucking brat today, I will give you what you want, sweetheart,” Wonwoo laughs a little, almost as if he’s mocking you, and your whole face burns in pleasurable humiliation. “I’m gonna be rough. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast against every surface of our house, gonna make you scream my name so everyone knows you belong to me, gonna use you, make you my little ragdoll and dump you full of my cum until you’re all heavy and swollen with it.”

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“Wonwoo— your f-fuck, fucking dirty mouth, ah—” you thrash in his grip, nestling your face further into his neck and he knew, he knew all along what was your intention with the way you were acting, and you hold tight on his hair, hearing him growl when you pull at it. “I’m gonna come. Gonna cum s-so fucking hard, fuck—”

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“I’ll make it hurt,” Wonwoo warns, his lips ghosting at the shell of your ear and hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, brings goosebumps all over it. “But I’ll make it feel good.”

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The pleasure builds quickly and you throw your head back with a loud moan, orgasm almost hitting you like a train.

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But then, everything stops. Wonwoo pulls away, fingers slipping out of you and he wipes them in his jeans. He then goes through his pocket and grabs the car keys, the familiar beep sound echoing through the empty streets when he clicks a button on the key chain, and it’s got you completely dumbfounded.

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“Come on, get in the car, baby,” Wonwoo states simply, like he didn’t just make the best orgasm of your life ebb away. Frustration sinks deep within your bones and you groan, turning to look at him like he just committed a war crime.

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“Why did you— why did you stop?” you question, heart almost jumping out of your chest and you feel like you’re going to actually die if you don’t get to come soon. “I was just there!”

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“Oh, sweetheart,” Wonwoo coos at you like he finds what you just said endearing. Face flushing dark red, you get completely embarrassed with how quick he makes you feel small. “You thought I was going to make you cum?”

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Wonwoo comes closer, holds your chin softly, a total contrast to what he says then.

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“Poor baby, I’m actually going to do the exact opposite.” he pecks your lips once. “Gonna edge you until you cry.”

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He goes around the car and opens the door for you.

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“Now get in, baby. Don’t make me repeat myself,” Wonwoo says, tone leaving no room for arguments, and you gulp before obeying.

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Wonwoo closes the door for you when you finish settling yourself inside, and goes to the driver’s seat. You watch him turn the car on as you put your seatbelt, whining when your cunt throbs in need. When he starts driving you try your best to move as quietly as you can, squirming a little until you can smooth your fingers through your clit. You gyrate them once, pleasure swarming all over your body, before Wonwoo’s voice wakes you up from your short haze.

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“No touching yourself,” he admonishes with a tsk and you groan, frustrated. He’s still looking at the road and you don’t even know how he managed to figure it out that you were touching yourself.

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Staring out of the window, your thighs rub together every time the car shakes a little. Your mind supplies unnecessary images of your boyfriend fucking you, and you curse a little. Even trying to imagine disgusting things wouldn’t delete Wonwoo’s words from earlier out of your head, and you’re getting more and more excited by the second.

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“Wonwon…” you sigh, almost a whisper, hips moving in the air and hands coming to grab at one of your breasts. You smirk, content when you hear him growl.

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“I said not to touch yourself,” Wonwoo’s knuckles turn white with how hard he grips the steering wheel. “Should I tie you up in our bed and leave you untouched or are you going to start obeying me?”

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“But you’re not doing anything,” you whine, wanting nothing else then to come.

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“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” Wonwoo says, voice low and dead serious.

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“I don’t think you know either.”

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The car comes to a complete stop right after you say that. You gulp, realizing Wonwoo has already parked in your private garage. He gets out of the car and goes to your side, opening the door, still in complete silence.

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“Turn this way,” he orders, voice one octave lower, and you gasp at the roughness of it. “Now.”

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You spring into action, take your seatbelt off, doing as you’re told, and as soon as you finish turning to him with your legs outside of the car, he gets on his knees.

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“W-Wonwoo,” it’s the only thing you manage to say as you watch him work with your pants after taking your shoes off. He ends up popping the button off but you don’t have it in you to complain, not when he’s looking like that.

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Wonwoo finishes taking your jeans off, throwing somewhere in the garage, and then he grabs at both sides of the collar of your shirt. You frown, confused with the action, but then his hands are pulling, and he rips it in half.

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“Wonwoo,” you moan, beyond turned on as he does the same to your penties. Your clothes are torn apart but you can’t think of anything else other than fuck me fuck me fuck me. “I—”

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Wonwoo kisses you shut, lips dragging hard against yours, and you feel his hands at your thighs before he pulls at them enough so that you slip on your seat. He uses the grip to open your legs for him, not even giving you a break to understand what’s going on before sucking on your clit hard.

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Your back arches, hands scrambling to hold on something — one of them finds the steering wheel and the other finds the wadding of the seat, body thrashing everywhere before Wonwoo pins your hips down in place — knows better than to shove his face in your cunt as you originally wanted to do.

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He licks between your folds one, two, three times; the tip of his tongue prods inside your already loose entrance, and fuck if you didn’t moan, high pitched and greedy for more. Wonwoo inserts more of it until his nose is pressed against your clit, doing a sound in the back of his throat that sends just right. The wetness of his tongue feels so good pressing against your cores and kicking at your soft folds.

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“W-Wonwoo, fuck— f-feels so good—” Wonwoo thrusts his tongue inside you, and you feel like you’re seeing stars, especially when he presses just right. “Ah! Shit, your f-fucking tongue—”

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Wonwoo has to hold you down tighter, your body unable to stay put as you thrash around. You feel tempted to think how your neighbors could probably hear you, but your boyfriend is sucking the life out of you through your pussy and you can’t concentrate well enough to elaborate the thought.

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It’s when Wonwoo curls his tongue just right that has you thinking you would ascend to heaven soon.

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“Fuck! I, ah— Wanna cum, Wonwon, I’m coming, please— let me cum this time,” you manage to get out, writhing and legs kicking everywhere. “Please!”

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But, of course Wonwoo, being the little shit he is, pulls away. Tears gather in your eyes as you groan out of frustration, and Wonwoo is just so mean.

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“Shit—” you cry out, watching his shit eating grin. You hate but love at the same time the way he’s absolutely enjoying seeing you so desperate for a release. “Y-you’re so mean.”

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“Are you gonna stop being a brat now?” Wonwoo raises a brow at you, licking his lips. You shiver, knowing that he’s tasting you by the pleased hum he makes after.

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“Fuck you,” you spit it out, too horny and angry to care.

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“Is that so?” he hums, looking at you as if you’re his prey, to which you’re starting to believe you actually are. “Maybe I should put a gag in this dirty little mouth of yours.”

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Wonwoo traces a thumb in your lower lip like he’s considering the thought.

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“But I think I’m just gonna fuck that attitude out of you.”

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You can’t even bring yourself to enjoy the comment before he pulls on your wrist so hard you get up from the seat, body colliding into his. Wonwoo’s mouth finds yours, the kiss messy and hungry and angry, to the point it makes your legs weak. Your hands scramble to take his shirt off right after you manage to throw his belt somewhere, and you stop for a moment to admire the hard planes of his abs.

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Wonwoo must be the hottest person alive. How can someone have such a handsome face and have a body that looks like it’s sculpted by the gods? He’s getting stronger with his gym practices and it's making you weak.

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“You might actually drool if you keep staring like that,” Wonwoo says, half joking and half serious, but you blush anyways.

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“Just—” you try, breath labored and chest heaving. “J-just rail me. Use me.”

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“Yeah? Want me to treat you like the slut you are?” his lewd question makes you tremble and nod your head. “Speak.”

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“Y-yes, please—” you beg, revolve slowly breaking in.

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“Of course you do,” he answers, voice a few octave lowers again, and he grabs a fistful of your hair. Wonwoo pulls at it until your head is thrown back, his face right above yours. “Open your mouth.”

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You’re quick to obey, mouth parting as he hovers over you, the only thing keeping you up is one of his arms around your waist.

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And oh god, you’re certainly not expecting when he fucking spits into your mouth, a hand coming to press against your jaw and make you close your lips, but you sure as hell want him to do it again.

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“Swallow.” Wonwoo orders, and you moan, doing as you’re told. He looks at you with a feral satisfaction, eyes dark and so full of hunger it stunts you into silence. It’s like there’s this lustful wish of him to break you in until you don’t belong to anyone else but him, and that’s so fucking hot.

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He kisses you for what feels like the hundredth time — not that you’re complaining, he could kiss you for one hundred more and you’d still beg for it. But this time there’s something different, something urgent, and he grasps the back of your thighs when he finishes taking his clothes off and fish something from the pocket of his pants, hefting you up in the air, your legs circling around his waist automatically.

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Wonwoo doesn’t break the messy kiss as he walks through the garage, opening the door that leads to the inside of the house. He doesn’t waste time before slamming you into it as soon as he closes it, your back hitting the wooden frame with a loud thud as the two of you make out like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

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There’s too much tongue and too much spit and too much teeth, but the dirtiness of it all is what makes it even more hot.

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“Want you,” you whine out, realizing that what Wonwoo took out of his pants earlier was a package of lube.

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He rips at the top and pours at his hands, reaching behind you to stroke his hard cock, groaning at the feeling as he lines up with your entrance. The wet head nudges your rim softly, but it slips through your folds. You look at Wonwoo only to realize he’s already staring at you, devious glint in his eyes.

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You’re about to tell him to hurry up when a moan is punched out of you, high pitched and needy, because Wonwoo fucked his cock inside you in one go, nearly knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Your nails scratch all over his back and he groans at the feeling, hips kicking into you.

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“You like that?” he questions, rhetorically of course, and grinds his hips until they are flushed against your ass. You gasp for air, feeling full to the brim, and the burn in your cunt is just so good. “Think I don’t know about your little plans to rile me up?”

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Wonwoo even has the audacity to laugh, jamming inside you with slow but deep thrusts.

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“How you get more handsy with your friends when I’m around,” he grits out, anger bleeding through his thoughts and thrusts like he just hates the idea of you touching more intimately other people. “And you look at me with those eyes. Like you’re begging me to claim you.”

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Holy fuck, Jeon Wonwoo is fucking you standing up and you’re not dreaming.

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Wonwoo is full on mercilessly ramming you now, sending you body into the door with every plunge of his cock, the sound of your back hitting the wood obscenely loud. It leaves you putty, can just take what he’s giving you, hands holding him for dear life.

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“Should’ve put you on your knees right in front of that guy,” Wonwoo continues, breath ragged from effort. “Make you choke on my cock so he knows who you belong to.”

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Wonwoo grabs your ass with his hands, palms sinking into the flash as he propels you back every time he fucks up. It makes the drag of his thickness press right through all the good spots.

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“Should’ve bent you over the bar counter and fucked you hard until you scream my fucking name,” he growls out, the veins on his neck and arms bulging. You tighten around him in answer to the sinful view. “Fuck, your pussy is so greedy. Always so tight—”

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Wonwoo angles his hips just right and hits against your sweet spot so suddenly that your climax — which was already at bay — escalates quickly to the point it sends your mind into a frenzy.

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And, for the third time, Wonwoo slows down, hips flush against your ass he can nudge his cockhead right above your sweet spot, missing it on purpose. Your eyes prickle with tears, and it doesn’t take long for them to run down your face; the first one goes reluctantly, but after that they start cascading down your cheeks uncontrollably.

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“So beautiful,” Wonwoo groans at the sight of you crying for him, pecking one of your tears strained cheek. “I’ve broken you in, haven’t I?”

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“P-please, Wonwon— Please, please, please let me c-come,” you sob, all the want to be a brat gone from your body. The overwhelming need grows so exponentially big inside of you you feel like you’re going to explode if you don’t orgasm. “W-wanna cum on your cock, please, ah—”

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Wonwoo is moaning, louder than he has all day, and the satisfaction of seeing you give up on your fight and beg for him makes his hips pick up a brutal pace. You gasp, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and biting at the untouched skin.

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“So pretty when you beg,” he compliments, and you actually find surprising your ability to blush even when you’re being dicked down this good. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

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“Y-yes— Ah! Hmmm, shit—” you mumble, struggling to get words out. It’s difficult to keep your voice steady enough to say anything with the way you’re bouncing like a ragdoll on Wonwoo’s hold. “Love this— L-love you, ruin me, Wonwoo, Wonwon—”

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Wonwoo pulls your head backward with a fistful of your hair, baring your neck so that he could attack it with bites and hickeys all over. You’re sure that, by the end of this night, you’re going to be looking like some type of sexual Christmas tree, but the thought of baring your boyfriend’s marks after sex only turns you on. And he seems pretty intent on that, wanting to claim you in all ways possible.

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“Say it,” Wonwoo commands, but you don’t understand, can’t understand with your mind being in such a pleasurable haze. He fucks up right in the time he pulls you back down by your waist, downright impaling you on his cock. “Say you’re mine.”

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“Y-yours,” you answer, fingers intertwining through Wonwoo’s dark strands of hair. “I’m yours.”

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“Again,” Wonwoo growls out, basking in your pleads and moans and screams of pleasure.

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“Yours,” you repeat, and he bites on your lower lip. You have enough of a mind presence to admire his bulging biceps contorting with your weight, and his huge test firm and sweaty from the effort.

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“Again,” his possessive side gets the best of him, admiring all the marks he has left in your neck. “Say it again.”

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“Yours, ah!” a moan breaks at the end of the word, Wonwoo’s thrusts getting rougher, faster and there’s heat pooling down on your lower stomach. “I’m y-yours, all yours, only yours.”

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“Yes, mine,” Wonwoo agrees, holding your smaller frame tightly against his. “Mine,” he echoes again, muscles trembling from fucking you standing up.

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Wonwoo kisses you, the best he can with the harsh movement of your body going up and down on his cock.

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“I love you so much,” he tells you, voice soft and rough at the same time. “I have always been only yours.”

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“I’m gonna come, I’m g-going to— going to come,” you state after his words, the pull on your lower stomach growing impossibly higher, and it’s almost unbearable. “Please, fuck, please l-let— cum— let m-me cum! I have been g-good, please, Wonwon—”

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”Such a good girl for me. The best girl,” Wonwoo praises, angling his hips a little so he can press his cockhead against your sweet spot every time he fucks inside. “Come on, you can cum, sweetheart.”

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Your eyes roll so far back in your head you’re momentarily afraid they are never coming back. White hot pleasure surges in your body, the sheer intensity of your high sends your mind into a mess. The feeling of your walls clenching like a vice around Wonwoo’s cock sends him over the edge too, and the sensation of his cum shooting inside your walls only serves to add up to what you think it’s the best orgasm of your life, mind going completely blank.

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This might have been totally different from what you’ve originally planned but you know what? You’re definitely going to use this plan more often now.

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quindolyn · 4 years

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Can I request a Sub! James Potter? Where he did something bad, and reader had to punish him, with some amazing aftercare afterwards?

Permission || James Potter

Word Count: 3016

A/N: This was also requested by @triciam06 and I hope you all enjoy it! I’m the biggest sucker for sub!James. His punishment isn’t anything too severe because I a) don’t think that James would ever break a rule more severe than the one he breaks in this piece and that’s because he’s the most obedient sub and b) I love him but he couldn’t take a hardcore punishment.

Warnings: Mommy kink, sub!James, overstim, light punishment, aftercare

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It was funny really, how easily you could get him off on your hand alone. Desperate to be your good boy James was trying his very best not to buck up into your hand as you lazily flicked your wrist up and down his shaft, your thumb occasionally brushing over the blushing tip of his weeping cock.

You dragged your eyes over his perspiring form, his strong hands balled into fists, clenching the soft material of the sheets in between his fingers. He had his back arched against the bed, messy black hair fanning out around his face which was flushed, painting his cheeks a pretty rosy pink. With tears swimming in his eyes, which were there from the tremendous effort he was putting into delaying his orgasm until you said he could cum, your Jamsie was the picture of obedience.

Continuing your hand’s movements on his throbbing cock, a lopsided smirk caressed your face as you moved the hand not on his member to grope at your breast, it only seemed fair that you got to touch yourself as you watched this.

“M-Mommy,” He stuttered out, blinking up at you owlishly, his glasses were still perched atop his nose, but now resting crooked on his face.

Your hand abandoned your breast, instead moving to correct his glasses, “On or off baby?” You cooed gently, gazing down at him adoringly, he was being such a good boy for you, not cumming until he was told he could. He always followed instruction so well.

“Off please,” James whimpered, turning his face so that you could more easily access his eyewear.

“Such good manners,” You praised, folding the legs of the glasses in towards the lenses before you set them down on the nightstand table. In your efforts to discard his glasses you had to lean a bit meaning that James’ painfully hard prick slipped from the palm of your hand, slapping against the hard muscles of his lower abdomen.

You grinned wickedly at the small whimper that left his mouth, watching as he flexed his fingers you knew he was just desperate to get one of his hands on his cock, he was so close to cumming and the both of you knew it.

“Aww baby,” You crooned, eyes never leaving his member, “It looks so pretty right there, lying on your tummy,” You extended a single finger, running it up the length of his prick, following a particularly pronounced vein, “Thinking that I might just let it sit there, be a shame to mess up something so pretty.”

“Mommy,” James sniffled, “Mommy please, I need your hand, I need to cum pretty please, I’ve been your good boy, I deserve to cum.”

You let out a dry chuckle, expertly recapturing his cock in your hand you resumed your hand’s motions on his length. Your movements were considerably quicker than they had been, as you tugged on his prick you tugged him closer and closer to his orgasm until the tears pooling in his eyes leaked out of the corners. Leaving twin trails down his temples as his pleading eyes stared into yours.

“You think you deserve to cum baby? You think you deserve for Mommy to let you make a mess all over her hand?”

“Uh huh,” He whined, squeezing his eyes closed as he nodded his head vigorously, James pulled the soft cushion of his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting harshly before releasing it in all of its swollen glory.

“I don’t know pretty boy, I think you can wait a bit longer, yeah? Be mommy’s good boy and wait till she tells you you’ve deserved it.” You countered.

Not satisfied with your answer James protested, “But Mommy-” But you quickly shut him up with a quick slap to the inside of his thigh. Not hard enough to actually hurt, just leave a pleasant stinging sensation as you rubbed your hand over the offending skin.

“Be quiet Jamie, you’ll cum when mommy says you can cum and not a fucking moment sooner,” A scowl formed on your face, evidence that you were not pleased with his contesting your ruling. Wanting to punish him for his not listening to you, you pulled even more harshly at his cock, wanting to get him so close to orgasm that he was but a subby puddle, ready to do your bidding.

“Look at you,” You cooed, your voice now carrying slight mocking as traced a delicate finger along the planes of his toned abs, following the dips and ridges, watching as he shuddered under your touch. “So pretty like this, all splayed out for me, you look so beautiful baby, so beautiful.”

“Thank you Mommy,” James groaned, “Mommy’s pretty too.”

“Good boy,” You smiled, leaning over to smear a gentle kiss along his brow, never once releasing his cock from the confines of your hand. “But if you think flattery’s gonna make Mommy let you cum, you’ve got another thing coming.”

You took a sick delight in watching him writhe and whimper beneath you as you torturously denied him his orgasm until it was too much for him to take.

His movements had him flailing around the bed as he tried so hard to listen to you, but he could feel the fire burning in his belly and it was becoming harder and harder to ignore, no matter how desperately wanted to.

“Mommy I’m gonna cum,” He screamed, bucking his hips into your hand, “I need to cum Mommy please, pretty please.”

“No,” You snipped, “Mommy’s already let you cum tonight baby, twice, no cumming until she says you can, you know the rules.” And you were right, you’d already allowed him to cum down your throat twice as you took him all the way to his pubic bone.

Your words didn’t seem to completely register with him as he continued to buck into your hand before eventually releasing his load, “Mommy I’m so sorry,” He screamed as he came on your hand, coating it in his sticky release.

“I’m cumming, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He cried as his orgasm washed over him, completely overwhelming him in pleasure until he could barely even mumble out apologies.

Watching as he trembled beneath you you continued jacking him off, using his cum as a lubricant, making it easier to move your hand along his shaft.

“Baby,” You crooned, wiping the tears off of his face with the pads of your fingers.

“S’too much Mommy, too much.” His whines were positively pathetic as he pushed his hips into the mattress, trying to put distance between his cock and your hand.

A frown found its way to your lips, “But you came without permission love, can’t just let that go unpunished, what kinda Mommy would I be if I did?”

“I know,” He whined, shamelessly squirming, trying to get out of your hold, “I’m sorry Mommy, I didn’t mean to, I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.”

You understood that, you had edged him for the past hour or so and you weren’t sure if even you could’ve lasted that long but he didn’t get to cum without permission, he knew that.

“Don’t wanna hear your excuses Jamie,” You were increasingly aware of how his oversensitive prick twitched in your hand, “I know it was hard baby but you know you’re not allowed to cum without permission don’t you?”

“Yes Mommy, I know.”

“You gotta take your punishment for me then baby,” You explained, moving your hand to tweak one of his nipples before pulling the sensitive bud between your fingers, where you then pinched them.

“P-punishment?” He stuttered out, his wide eyes, drowned in guilt, staring back up at yours.

“Yes baby, punishment, you broke one of my rules didn’t you?” If only the boy lying in front of you knew just how much power he had over you. He wasn’t even trying, but just watching him get off was enough to flood your panties.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I didn’t mean to be a bad boy,” He sobbed and the frankly pathetic tone of his voice as he apologized to you for the umpteenth time in the last couple of minutes was almost enough to make you relent, but not quite.

“I know my love, and you weren’t a bad boy, just a naughty boy,” What you did next counteracted the sweetness of your words as you poked your tongue out just enough to kitten lick the sensitive tip of his cock, taking immense delight as more cum leaked out of his prick. The taste of his seed was the usual perfect salty sweet blend it always was but something about that cum being, for lack of a better word, forbidden, made it taste all that much better.

“J-just naughty? Not bad?” He pleaded with both his eyes and his words, needing the praise he was so used to.

“Just naughty.” You confirmed, releasing his prick for a moment before lightly slapping your open palm against it, reveling in the way his entire body jumped at the sensation. “Now Jamsie, you gonna take your punishment like a good boy, yeah?”

“Yes,” He forced out through gritted teeth.

“Yes who?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“That’s better,” You praised, continuing to overstimulate him, relishing the noises he made until whimpers turned into him bawling as fat teardrops raced down his face and down his neck.

“M’so sorry mommy, m’so sorry,” James cried shamelessly trying his best not to move.

“You were so eager to cum baby, just giving you what you wanted,” You condescended running your fingers through his locks once again to get a solid grip on them before yanking pulling a strangled moan from his lips. “Is this not what you wanted baby? Thought this was what you wanted when you came without my permission? Just giving you what you clearly want, now are you gonna be good? You said you would.”

In response you recieved a gasp as he released onto your hand again, somehow even more than last time. Feeling both selfish and wicked you bent forward, trading your earlier kitten licks for engulfing the entirety of the head of his cock, slurping on it as one would a lollipop.

The moan that ripped it’s way out of his throat was pornographic as his sensitive cock was overstimulated by the feeling of your warm, velvety mouth wrapped around it. As you allowed his cock to rest against the flat of your tongue you noticed that his cries for you to stop, that he was sorry had quieted to muffled whimpers explained by the hand clamped over his mouth.

The sight sent a surge of pride through you, here Jamie was being as obedient for you as ever because he knew what he had done was not okay. That he had broken Mommy’s rules, it was why he was so rarely punished.

Inhaling deeply through your nose you took him all the way down your throat so that the tip of his dick rested deep inside of your throat. You could feel him twitch inside of your throat and if it wasn’t the most amazing thing to feel that you didn’t know what was. Smiling around his length you decided that if his silence was anything to go by James had learned his lesson. Feeling merciful for the first time that night you swallowed around his cock, feeling him shoot what would be his last load of cum for the night down your throat.

Once he was done you eased him from your mouth, careful to keep your teeth away from his softening length.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson baby?” You asked the ruined boy beneath you as you rose to your full height before bending at the waist to smear a kiss along his cupid’s bow.

Too fucked out to use his words James gave you a small nod, his eyes lids resting closed with his lips parted, taking deep inhales of breath as he recovered from his orgasms.

“Can you use your words for me?” You lilted brushing away the hair that couldn’t seem to stay out of his face.

After a deep inhale he did, “Yes Mommy, I’ve learned my lesson,” His voice was hoarse, he sounded parched and he probably was.

Easing him up so that he was leaning up against the headboard you plucked his glasses from the bedside table, beginning to ease them onto his face before you noticed how sweaty he was. Letting the glasses rest in your lap you pulled your wand from the drawer of the nightstand using it to summon a glass of water and a damp washcloth from the bathroom.

Beginning with the cloth you wiped the sweat from his brow before tracing the damp fabric down the sides of his face, calming the heated skin as praise after praise tumbled from your lips.

“Such a good boy for me Jamie, took your punishment so well my love.”

“Thank you, Mommy,” He was still breathless.

“Don’t need to thank me anymore my love, s’time for Mommy to clean you up, yeah? Gonna help you get cleaned up for bed.”

“M’not tired,” He insisted, though if his closing eyes were any indication, he most definitely was.

Suppressing a chuckle you laid the washcloth on his thigh to soothe the warm flesh there as you brought the perspiring glass up to his lips, easing them apart to allow the cool, sweet liquid to drizzle down his throat.

“There you go darling,” You eased the glass apart from his lips to set it down and replaced it with the cloth that you continued to trace his skin with, brushing it up and down his chest and stomach, careful to avoid his sensitive nipples.

“Glasses please,” He mumbled, his hand groping at your leg, “Wanna be able to see you.”

“Of course,” You smiled, balancing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose allowing the world to come back into focus for him as he smiled at you. “Can you take another sip of water for me, pretty boy?” You asked, slipping the glass into his hands, allowing them to bring it to his lips.

He did as you asked before holding the glass in between his legs, “Did I do a good job for you, Mommy?” He looked at you with wide eyes, “I’m sorry I came without permission I just-”

“I know baby,” You cut him off gently, “You didn’t do it on purpose but Mommy still had to punish you, you understand right darling?”

He gave you a bashful nod.

“Good my love, it doesn’t make you any less of my good boy,” You gently reached for his member, handling it with the utmost care as you brought the wet cloth to it, knowing that it wouldn’t be a pleasurable experience for him you were efficient in cleaning the cum off.

James hissed at the sensation, once again squirming to escape your grasp. “Gotta clean you up baby, be quick I promise,” And you were, not wanting to prolong his discomfort any further.

As James took yet another sip from the glass, one he very much needed, you pushed yourself up from the bed, traipsing over to the dresser where you removed a pair of sweatpants for him and a pair of panties to wear with one of his t-shirts for you.

You offered to help him put on his pants but James insisted that he was fine, standing up to slip the pants over his feet before pulling the waistband up where your fingers found the cord, tying it in a loose bow.

James’ body was malleable as the two of you settled into bed, with you curled into his chest you faced each other, drawing a single finger up and down his sternum.

“I really am proud of you baby,” You whispered, feeling as though if you spoke too loudly then it would disrupt the peace that had settled over the room.

“Just wanted to make you happy (Y/N),” He admitted quietly, his lips pressed into your scalp muffling his words slightly.

Throwing an arm around his waist you pulled your body even closer to his allowing you to rest your head up against his chest so that you could listen to the rhythmic beating of his heart inside of his rib cage.

The two of you laid there for so long, just absorbing the presence of the other person that you thought he must’ve fallen asleep for it was often difficult for the dark haired boy to stay silent for all that long. But as you pulled away slightly so that you could slip his glasses back off of his face so that he wouldn’t break them in his sleep you found hazel eyes staring back down at you.

“You’re not asleep,” Though your words were accusatory, your tone was not, more observational than anything.

“Neither are you,” Your boyfriend countered.

You giggled gently, “Touche.”

It was so easy to get lost in James’ eyes, that maybe you held eye contact for a few seconds, maybe for a few minutes, maybe for half an hour. But it broke as you let out a yawn, a give away to your state of exhaustion.

“M’tired too,” James said, smiling at how beautiful you looked, even mid yawn.

“We should go to bed,” You reasoned, though your eyes locked back onto his.

“Uh huh, probably,” He agreed, he too not breaking eye contact.

And though you were both exhausted you laid there, in each other’s arms, gazing into each other’s eyes, both of you refusing to be the one to shatter the intimacy of the eye contact and close your eyes first.

That was until James eyelids became too heavy with sleep for him to fight and they gently fluttered closed. Not a minute later he started emitting, soft snores and you knew he was asleep.

Craning your neck you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose whispering to him softly, “I won.”

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draconic-ichor · 3 years

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NSFW dabble

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, oral sex, hand jobs, penetrative sex, fingering, cream pie

Heisenberg x Reader

This is part two of a previous Touch Starved Karl fic. I wrote this very late last night and did very little editing

Part 1

It had been a while since that first steamy encounter. Afterwards he was all bravado and toothy smiles, obviously knowing your attraction to him bolstering his ego to the moon. You were still shy, easy to get embarrassed by his heckling.

But now if he caught you, it was messy kisses and groping hands.

You were yet to have actual sex, nervousness coupled with his busy schedule. Heisenberg had taken the time to eat you out on several occasions, even lifting you up on one of his operating tables to do so once. He loved the sounds you made, loved that he was the one making you produce them.

Your own hands finding his cock and trying to learn what he liked. He enjoyed your back and forth, definitely not complaining about getting off. But his mind was ate up with the need to stuff you, it started impeding his work, even.

That day you were in his workshop, organizing papers over a desk while he worked. Or while he was supposed to be working. Instead he was starting at your ass, his pants tightening as you bent over the desk to get more papers.

You didn’t hear him stand, or as he closed the distance between you.

“Y/n…” his voice was low causing you to jump.

You dropped the stack of papers, hissing, “Heisenberg don’t do tha-“

The words were cut short in your throat as he pressed against your back, trapping you between the desk and himself. You suddenly felt his erection press hard against your ass.

“Heis…” you breathed out as his hands snaked around your body to cup your breasts.

“I told you to call me Karl.” He growled softly into your ear before nipping at your neck.

A moan escaped your lips as his teeth found your sweet spot, “Ah-ah, Karl!”

He hummed into your skin at the sound of his name from your pretty mouth, bathing the mark he left with his tongue.

Your face felt hot, your core moistening from his attention. He felt how you started to tremble, drifting a hand down your front.

He pushed you more forward, grinding himself on your ass with a groan.

“Goddamnit y/n…” Heisenberg started, “You’re such a distraction.”

“I w-was trying to help.” You mewled.

“I know.” His voice was almost a purr as he ran his hands down your sides, “You’re always such a good little kitten for me.”

The praise made your thighs clench, forcing you to swallow the sound that threatened. Heisenberg thought for a moment, pulling you up to be flush against him, one of his large gloved hands engulfing your throat.

You looked at him over the top of your head, gasping a bit from his hold on you.

“I need to get this shit done.” His voice was low, “So be a good girl and go wait in my room for me?”

You tried to nod the best this position would allow, causing a smile to spread across the man’s lips. Your obedience was definitely doing terribly wonderful things to his mind. He released you, stepping back to allow your escape. You took a breath to steady yourself before dashing out of the workshop. He watched you with ever sharp eyes.

It felt like hours since you were instructed to wait for him. His room was much more cluttered then your own, the bed smelling heavily of smoke and musk. You had removed your pants and bra, only in your shirt and panties now as you lay on your belly across his bed. You buried your face into one of his pillows, his scent driving your already sensitive body wild.

You cursed him for getting you all worked up earlier, just to send you away.

The sound of the door startled you, lifting your head to see Heisenberg striding in. He looked hungry and determined as he took large steps towards the bed, with every step he shucked a layer of clothing from his body, pausing to kick away his boots. By the time he was at the bed he was only in his gloves, tank top and boxers.

You rolled over to watch him. His eyes were almost glowing as he pulled his gloves free, tossing them aside before diving into the bed.

You made a little sound when he pounced on you, his mouth swallowing them up as he locked you into a heavy kiss. Your hands found his hair as it deepened further.

You both were a jumble or hands and legs, your mind swimming from the contact. Your core almost ached from the lack of stimulation, your nerves wearing thin.

“Please just fuck me!” You whimpered out. Your previous fears forgotten, mind too ate up with lust.

“The mouse is making demands?” Heisenberg chuckled huskily.

You tried to speak, say something smart, but he nipped at your throat, huffing as he rutted your clothed sexes together. He was like a Lycan, messy and hot. He pulled his mouth away, leaving a string of saliva.

Your mind was a mess, tangle wires fried by his heavy teasing. He felt you trembling under him, plush thighs tightening around his hips and driving him mad.

Fuck he wasn’t going to be able to be gentle, not at this rate.

Every nerve screamed for him to breed you into the mattress. And with you begging under him…

You gasped as he tore through the rest of your clothes, the cool air not getting a chance to find your skin. He was a wildfire over you, hungry hands finding your dripping core. Two fingers dipped into your honeypot, setting a fast pace.

Your mewls spurred him, his movements giving some relief to your aching core.

He licked his lips, cock jumping at the squelching sounds his fingers made in your cunt.

You met his eyes, his dark and blown out. You panted out, clenching around his fingers as you felt your release coming. Your cry turned into a whine as he pulled free of you, licking his finger clean of your slick.

“Mmm, fuck!” He smiled roguishly, “You taste so fucking good y/n.”

You could feel the blush burning your cheeks.

It caused him to chuckle again as he pulled away enough to strip the rest of his clothing off, “Aw, don’t get all shy on me now buttercup. We’re just getting started!”

With that he lifted your legs to hook around his hips. You fell into place almost instinctively, the want to come driving the anxiety from your body.

Heisenberg rolled his hips shallowly, his weeping cock head rubbing your clit. A moan slid past your lips, causing your own hips to buck a bit. He grabbed your thighs, keeping you still as he pushed forward. His cock slid into you, causing your walls to burn as they tried to accommodate.

It took all his willpower to halt, giving you time to adjust. His hands moved to prop himself over you, breathes ragged as his eyes flicked over you intently.

Tears threatened your eyes at the intrusion, the thickness of him teetering on pain.

“Relax.” He whispered, cupping your cheek with one hand. You felt his calloused thumb wipe away a tear. You nuzzled into his touch, taking a deep breath to calm yourself.

Feeling your walls ease slightly he gave a testing thrust. Hearing you mewl he paused, worriedly.

“N-no keep going.” You managed.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back until just the head was left in your fold before rocking back into the hilt, fucking you completely open.

The burning sensation gave way to pleasure, the veins of his cock rubbed deliciously against your soaked walls. You panted in-between cries, it spurring him to thrust into you faster.

He’d been waiting for this, fantasizing how’d you feel around him as he used his fist on himself for weeks.

Now he had you, begging and crying under him. Fuck it was amazing. Everything he’d hoped for and more. Your cute sounds filling his ears as he stuffed you.

“Fuck, y/n!” He hissed, moving your legs to his shoulders, “You’re so tight.”

The new position allowed him to hit deeper, bottoming out with each thrust. Your body shuttered, the tight band in your core snapping.

You screamed out your release, cunt gushing onto Heisenberg as his name tumble off your tongue.

He watched you fall apart, keeping up his onslaught. It wouldn’t be long now until he also succumbed to the pleasure, he knew it.

He bent down, nipping and licking your neck as you trembled and mewled under him. You felt his body rutting against yours, chasing his high, fingers holding you hard enough to bruise.

The sound of the factory was drowned out by the wet slapping of your hips.

“You’re mine.” He growled, voice hot against your ear, “You’re all mine, y/n.”

He licked the shell of your ear, thrusts meeting your hips roughly, each one gaining strength as he neared his end.

“Say it.” He demanded, not letting up.

You tried to formulate the words but your mind was garbled. He didn’t take the silence well.

“Tell me your mine!” He growled savagely, bucking into you now like a beast.

“I’m y-yours!” You cried out, digging your nails into his back as your walls clenched down on him. Your body was a fever of pleasure, vision whiting out as your second orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.

He was done for, feeling your body tighten around him was too much. He pushed forward, wanting to plant as much as he could fit inside you.

You whimpered as you felt a rush of liquid heat, his cock painting your swollen walls. He gave a few shallow thrusts, riding out his own orgasm.

Feeling your core milk him made him shutter, the overwhelming sensation of spilling inside you blanking his mind for a moment.

Come oozed around his still inserted cock as you both tried to calm your breathing.

“…Fuck.” He cursed, pulling away enough to catch your lips in a messy kiss. You hummed into the contact, body tingling all over.

You held onto him, not wanting this feeling to end.

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astrohnova · 3 years

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𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ransom hugh drysdale thrombey x latina!camgirl!reader

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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 Ransom and you have a complicated relationship. But his fucking makes it simple.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 +18 ONLY. IF YOU’RE A MINOR, i’ll kick your ass and also block u. insults, explicit language, smut (sex toy use, filmed sex, filmed masturbation, dumbification, breeding kink, squirting mention, spit play, blowjob, rough sex (all consented tho) creampie, daddy kink, "bitch", "whore", "cumslut", "slut"), use of spanish phrases without translation. WHEN IN DOUBT, DON’T READ. THAT’S IT.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒

I’m new at writing so if I should add more tags let me know. Also, english is not my first language so it might be a little weirdly worded so just let me know and i’ll change whatever’s wrong. I’m sorry

If you reblog and leave me some feedback I’ll kiss your mouth. With tongue.

The new lingerie set you’d bought made you feel savage. You knew it was something that your followers would enjoy. You decided to appear soft and delicate today, a good girl. So you turned your camera on, and while you were waiting for your payers to come in, you were sucking a lollipop endearingly, to gradually rile up the people watching you.

The candles you had lit along with the perfume you had spread in the room, with the soft music sounding in the background set the ambient, and your hand was gloved sending goosebumps through every part of skin you caressed. You were just fueling every sense, aislating yourself from the real world. You put the lollipop down and laided your back onto the headboard of your bed, with the computer at your feet, your clothed pussy in the first plane for your followers to admire and the clothed hand making it’s way there.

You’ve bought this glove recently, it was a sex toy. Made of black latex and a different head on each of your fingers, along with different textures that would let you see the stars. You even put a vibrator inside the middle one, just touching the point of your middle finger. Every head was different and enticing. And the vibrations between your thighs, so close to you sensible cunt left you gasping. Your lips and eyes stand out from the mask that you had on your face, sensual and with the same color as your underwear.

You looked straight to the camera when you grazed the vibrator contained by the latex over your pussy, while you gasped and then moaned, laying your head back. You could hear the sound of subscriptions coming in, and you suggestively moaned before pulling your panties to the side with your uncovered hand and brushing the vibrator on your clit, whining lightly. Then you put one of your fingers inside of you, and moaned directly to the camera, while you rubbed soft circles on your clit with your thumb, your belly contracting gently, your nipples hardening.

You took your finger off and brought it to your lips. And before you kept the show going, you said “Thank you for the gift, I’m enjoying myself so much. I hope you get off too”. You inserted two fingers in your pussy and moaned out loud.

📷

He was watching you going down the street, completely mesmerized. Just like the other men and women seeing you. He was smoking, but the smoke got into his eyes, for not being careful; his whole attention was on you. He threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

“Que hermosa, mamita.” A cute man complimented you, and you smiled and winked.

“Gracias mi amor. So pretty yourself.” You complemented and left him with his mouth open. But compliments were responded to, and he was a beautiful man.

You were walking with so much confidence and all eyes were naturally attracted to your presence, in that dress that hugged you perfectly, in those heels that took you some time to accustom to but now you walked like on a runway. And those striking stockings that you were wearing. You really were feeling yourself, that’s what a good night of orgasms and money gets you, really. You had earned so much, just had a few video requests that you had to fulfill and this month's cuota would be filled. And with this new job you had landed, things were starting to get off for you and your family

He was about to kill all the tigers that were stomping in your way, looking at you the way he did. Thinking the same things that he did, incited by that fucking dress, that gracefullness of your soul, and the barm coat that flew with the wind as you ate the wole street up. He was meeting you on this old cozy bar, after seeing that video of you yesterday he was riled up and just needed to be inside your warm pussy this cold afternoon, maybe with the coffee that you were gonna drink while you argued still stained on your mouth, that he was going to pry from your willing mouth as you gasped against him, with your mixed spit going down your chin from the sloppy kisses that he loves, and your breathy whines that had him rubbing his crotch against your stomach. And he couldn’t wait to see if you were wearing the lingerie that he had bought you, with that color that highlighted your skin undertone and got his dick leaking precum. Last night you were glorious, and today you were a walking goddess.

“Hola, imbécil.”

“Now that’s not very nice, especially after all the money I gave you last night.”

“Mhhm. Others gave me more, papito.”

“That so?”

“It is.”

“I got something more that they can’t give you. And you’re driving me feral, walking like that towards me, flirting with other guys. I thought I made it clear that you were mine.”

“And I thought I made it clear that I was my own. Especially after last night, did you see me get myself off that hard? And after the video endend I got so fucking happy, so fucking horny with all the comments, the views, the pictures that I got that I went to sleep humping my pillow.”

“Pictures?”

“Oh yes, I got so many pictures of so many pretty cocks daddy”

“You were thinking of other cocks, slut?” He questioned, grabbing you by your arm and putting you against a wall as you laughed.

“Not only thinking, papi, I found this hot guy that was just drooling for me, and he made me drool for him so much. The sheets were so messy that I had to change them after he left.” He gripped your throat harder, just growling furiously.

“Fucking bitch, I’m gonna stuff my cock so deep than your throat to make you regret everything you just said.”

“But daddy, I haven’t told you the best part yet!” You bite your lip, seeing his predatory eyes that wanted to devour you entirely. And you kept going without remorse. “The mattress was so wet too. You never reached that, did you? You want me to think that I’m yours but I got others treating me better.” You pouted, all that you were saying was true and seeing this look in his eyes was such a sight. You almost whined from his look alone.

He grabbed you by the arm and took you to his car, getting on it just right before you on the driver’s side. Wildly driving back to his place to get you fucking stuffed

“You’re driving me insane, bitch. Did you fucking curse me?”

“I did, every dick that enters this sweet pussy, plastic or meat, gets obsessed.”

“Don’t talk like that, making me more horny.”

“I’m sure your hand can help you, guapo.”

“My hand? Are you kidding me? You put that dress on, that looks more like a fucking t-shirt, to come see me and then you leave me with my hand? No, fucking whore You’re giving me your mouth. I have to wipe that smug smile and that boy’s taste off your lips. So suck, vicious little bitch.” So you did, with the loudest and a porn-like moan you quickly undid his briefs pulling his cock out, sucking the tip first.

“Daddy, the lollipop yesterday got me thinking so much about your cock. I couldn’t wait to taste you like this again.” He grabbed you by the hair at the red light, roughly pulling you up to met his face, yours pleasure filled, with drool over your chin, the same that had dirtied his pants.

“You fucking slut, were you just drilling me up to make me get rough on you?”

“No daddy, I did fuck the boy. That was yesterday morning, and then yesterday night I found a little time to think about you.”

“Yeah? Now all you're gonna have in your head and your mouth is me.” He shoved his cock deep into you, and when you gagged he pushed himself further and kept you there. “”Breathe, make this nice for me. I know you can do it.” You could, you enjoyed this so much, your paties were drenched. And what would he do when he notices you weren't wearing the pair he bought for you. Hopefully, break you. You started moving your hips, moving some friction in your pussy, and tastefully wiggling your ass for Ransom to admire.

“That’s right, cumslut. I'll make your ass fire up later too.”

📷

You screamed sensually when he hit your ass. You were on all fours, head down ass up, exposed to Ransom. He was filming your glistening pussy and your delicious ass that bounced on his torso asking for more pain. Delicious pain.

“I’m gonna break you with my cock baby. But after you ask nicely. Your followers want to know what a whore you are.”

“Such a whore! I want your dick papi, you fuck me so good. I want you to leave me braindead, drooling, filled. Please, please, please papi. Cogeme, fuck me. Te tengo muchas ganas.” You whined so hard, so annoyingly empty and desperate.

“What a good girl, making daddy so happy. Here you go, cunt.” He put one hand on your ass and thrusted into you aggressively. He positioned the camera to capture your joy filled face and his hips slamming in you. He didn’t stop nor slowed down, and started rubbing your clit to make you man loader, and you started to move back against him.

“You’re such a greedy little girl, you want all of me. ‘Cmon, give it to me now.”

“Ah!” You opened your mouth in a silent scream when you came, wetting him with your fluids.

And he quickly turned you around, on your back with your legs spread to search for his own high. But you were so sensible you started to close your legs and tried to squirm away from him. But he grabbed your face and spit on your cheek.

“Don’t you fucking dare pushe me away. You take it. Open your fucking legs. Open them wide.” You did, and he used you like a doll, with your mind swimming in pleasure, in his gorans in your ears and his hair caressing your face. He came, pushing himself against you and spilling into the condom. He moved away from you and grabbed the camera, turning it off. Then you were gonna edit the video a little bit, cropping some parts to upload to twitter and the full part you were gonna send it to your special subscribers. You gathered yourself, going to the bathroom to wash yourself a little bit, and coming with a cigarette in your mouth, already lit. You threw yourself on the bed.

“We… We have to stop doing this.” Ransom turned himself to you, taking the cigarette out of your hand and smoking it.

“Baby, you say that everytime. And then you do shit like today.”

“I know. But it’s different now, Hugh.”

“What the fuck you calling me that for?”

“‘Cause I got a new job. Lisa’s personal assistant. And I don’t intend to be higher than all the employees you ask to call you that and then go ahead and disrespect them.”

“You don’t have to work for shit, baby. I’ll pay everything for you. You just keep making those videos and the rest is on me”

“What? Like a sugar daddy? No jodás.” You grabbed another cigarette for yourself, so this dipshit wouldn’t take it away from you

“I mean it baby, I can give you the world, just let me”

“I already have the world papito, and I got it all on my own.” He hummed, and his eyes lit up when you called him ‘daddy’ in spanish, in this intimacy. With your body still displayed for him, through which he roamed his eyes in.

“Papito?” He repeated with an accent. “Maybe I can make a mama out of you....” He burned the cigarette out and took yours off too.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You complained in a moan when he turned you around, on your belly with your hands by your head and his entire muscular, heavy and warm body sprayed out on you. He then pushed deep into you.

“Get off me, Ransom.” You complained in a gasp.

“But I’m so deep ‘side you... I just have to get this shit off me to fill you up.“ He still had his condom on, but he hurriedly got it off and dived inside you again.

“What?! Don’t you dare. Get. The hell. Off.”

“Don’t lie to me princess, you want me to fill this pussy. You’ll be a fucking queen, in my arms, being spoiled with my money. I’ll take care of you and all the kids you’re gonna give me.”

“Ransom…” Your accent was spilling, and your resistance was getting away from you, his words and promises stained in your brain. “Fucking dick.”

“Nobody takes me like you, gripping me like that. You’re just a whore for me, ain’t you? Want all of me.”

“Ah, Ransom, you’re so deep.” You whined, your belly contracting.

“What do you want, honey? I wanna hear you beg for it”

“I-- Please Ransom. Please, please, please llename. Por favor, papi!” You moaned when he started pushing into you again. Last round had been intense and you had little break, so naturally you didn’t last long. You came screaming Ransom’s name, free to do so without a camera in front of you. And he was so close too, his mind winded up with getting you pregnant, with images of your belly full, your tasty breasts with all the milk he was gonna drink. He was goraning so much, your pussy grabbing him so hard, pushing him farther inside of you.

“Are you gonna be a good mama for me?”

“The best, daddy! Just please, please fill me.” And he did, with the loudest groan. To then turn you around and start admiring your tits, your body, getting inside your head with compliments of the mommy you were gonna be. And all the videos you were gonna make with your horniness, with your huge titis and that round belly. How he wanted to cover you in cum and get it on camera to show that you were his, cause getting you pregnant just wasn’t enough. And after that, he went down to eat his leaking cum out of you and prepared you for the next round.

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angeytummys · 3 years

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Mama's little boy

Warning: belly kink, vomiting, mommy kink

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Yeah, I'ma start putting warnings on my stuff now just FYI

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“Fluffy? Are you ok now?” You asked as you entered your boyfriend's room. Henry didn't response, he just let out a wet hiccup before curling up into himself even more. He kept moaning quietly, both of his arms around his tummy.

Poor Henry looked absolutely miserable. He was sweating heavily and looked extremely pale. The poor thing could barely speak or move and just looked terrible which hurt your feelings. Your motherly instincts hated seeing him like this.

“...Tummy... Hurts...” he mumbled quietly.

“Baby you look terrible....” you said with a frown. You swept his messy hair away from his eyes, his sweet little brownish-gold eyes were glossy with tears. You kissed his nose while patting his cheek, poor thing just kept crying. You held him close, petting his head.

A painfully thick sounding gurgle erupted from Henry's stomach. He cringed badly, fresh tears running down his cheeks from how painful the knots in his belly felt. When you looked down you could see Henry's belly sticking out against his white pajama shirt. He looked pretty bloated.

Something Henry ate clearly wasn't setting right in his tummy or even worse, maybe gave him food poisoning. Henry clenched his teeth when his tummy gave another noisy and extra bubbly gurgle.

“Mmh...Ow...” he gritted through clenched teeth.

“...Poor baby...” you said. Your voice was warm and nurturing, almost the tone a mother might give to calm their sick child. You gently rubbed small circles on his belly.

“It's okay dear. Just let mommy take care of you” you said and gently laid his head on your lap. Your words seemed to spark something in Henry, maybe old repressed memories of him mama? He held onto you and wrapped his immensely matted hair around his shoulders like a blanket.

Henry wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, he seemed to be salivating more than usual. Almost drooling. He swallowed thinly and inhaled sharply, closing his eyes tightly as his belly painfully gurgled even more than before.

“...Mommy... It... Hurts....” he croaked out before cringing again. Did he really call you 'mommy' ?

Henry covered his mouth and looked uncomfortable when he did. He looked like he really needed to burp but at the same time also looked like he was on the verge of throwing up. After a few seconds of a really thick closed mouth burp rumbled in his mouth.

“I know Fluffy.... I know,” you said in that nurturing way of yours. As you spoke you very gently brushed his hair away from his face and caressed his sweaty forehead. He swallowed again and closed his eyes. He was clearly in pain but your nurturing nature seemed to help relax him a bit.

You reached out with your other hand and grabbed the bottom of Henry's shirt, slowly you raised it up and revealed his pale bloated middle.

When you placed your hand on his warm smooth tummy. It felt oddly warm since Henry always felt cold delectably was soft from its bloated state. Your fingers sank a little into the soft flesh of Henry's tummy and started to massage it up and down. While his lower tummy was soft with a curvature to his stomach that only grew tighter around his upper belly. You kneaded your fingers into his tenser flesh to try and settle it down while his stomach gurgled painfully again.

The gurgling wasn't going away but Henry sighed shakily and stretched out which only made his belly stick out more while you rubbed it. He was clearly enjoying it despite the noisy protests his tummy was giving.

“...Don't stop, mommy...” Henry begged. Henry was innocent, but he was also a kinky bastard. He knew what he was doing.

The touch-starved young man rested his eyes shut and breathed out some more while you gingerly massaged his aching tummy. You could feel all the knots in his stomach muscles creating tense portions of flesh that you tried to very carefully weave your way around.

You just sat there on the bed with Henry resting gently on your lap while you gently rubbed his tummy to try and calm it down. Some equally calm almost motherly humming accompanied your comforting treatment. It seemed to relax Henry enough to relax his breathing. You could feel his body growing less tense the longer you caressed his belly.

But then an even thicker groan than before emitted from Henry's belly so hard that you could actually feel it reverberating against your hand. Henry clenched his teeth and started sitting up.

“Ngh...wait...” he whined and sat up slowly and carefully. He covered his mouth again, giving a low closed mouth burp. Henry huffed and burped deeply in his mouth again. But this time it got chunky at the end and he ended up lurching. Suddenly at the tail end of his burp some bits of puke splattered out against Henry's hand and onto his chin.

Henry tried to get up but fell and ended up violently vomiting on the floor. You cringed a little when Henry very painfully wretched more of the contents in his stomach onto the floor under him.

When he finally stopped, Henry was panting breathlessly with tears in his eyes. Bile dripped from his lips, dribbling down his chin and onto his shirt. He looked dazed and confused, just giving up and flopping down on the floor beside the puddle of vomit.

“Are you okay Fluffy...?” You asked as you sat on the floor and very gently rubbed his back. His whole body was uncontrollably trembling. Whatever he ate had to have been undercooked, but that couldn't be the case. You both at the same thing.

The sheer noisiness of Henry's belly gurgling away told you that his digestive system was aggressively rejecting whatever it was he ate.

Henry closed his eyes as more tears spilled down his eyes. He tried to speak but his belly roared loudly. Henry held his agonized tummy as you scooped him up and rushed over to the bathroom.

You sat him down just in time for him to lurch over the toilet bowl and aggressively vomit into it. Thick chunky pile viciously expelled from his throat and splattered messily and noisily into the toilet water. You reached down and held his ice blue hair back so it wouldn't spill into the toilet while he threw up into it.

“It's okay....” you assured him while you continued holding his hair back.

When he finally stopped Henry was left hanging his head over the toilet with his mouth still dripping bile and slimy saliva into the water. His breathing was heavy and muffled.

Everything inside of him was in aggressive fluctuation and punctuated by noisy very acidic sounding gurgles. Henry panted, he very loudly burped into the toilet and spat afterwards.

“Good boy. Just let it all out,” you continued nurturing. You sat down behind him and cupped your hands under Henry's warm churning tummy and rubbed his lower belly. You gave it a couple of pats which made Henry burp again which once again grew wet at the end. Another choked sounding burp struggled to exit his until it once again forced him to violently puking into the toilet.

Some time passed and all the while you held his hair back and massaged him while he grossly expelled as much of the contents of his stomach ailing him as he could.

When it finally finished Henry was left a heaving mess on the floor of the bathroom besides the toilet.

“Shhh it's okay Fluffy, Mommy's here for you little one....” you assured him and kissed the top of his head while stroking it lovingly.

“Mommy's going to get you cleaned up okay?” You said. Henry sniffed and nodded weakly. He was just too utterly exhausted to do much else.

After disposing of the sick that Henry left on the floor, you took off his shirt and pants off. Henry weakly washed his face off in the sick and then sat in the tub wearing nothing but his light blue boxers. Then you took a wet hand towel and began to wipe Henry's sweaty body down. Room temperature water was poured onto the towel which you then gently rested on Henry's head.

You rinsed the towel down some more and slowly rubbed it across his lean chest. You looked into Henry's eyes while you did. His usually bright eyes now dull from exhaustion from throwing up so much.

Then you brought the towel down to Henry's belly....

Before you did though you set the towel aside and placed your hand on his tummy. He had thrown up so much that the organ actually looked and felt a little deflated. Henry probably purged much of what he ate which could have given him the grief in the first place. Then you rubbed the towel across his belly gently kneading it and wiping it clean.

You continued just running that towel across his pale body. This helped to both relax Henry and help clean him up after the sweats he got from such aggressive chills.

Things seemed okay for a while after that. You took carried him back to your bedroom and laid him down while Henry stayed in his boxers. His tummy was way too sensitive for clothing right now.

You laid in bed with him, rubbing his belly and trying to help him settle down but nothing calmed the violent ache in his stomach. Once again he clamped his mouth shut and lurched. Despite how much he was throwing up earlier, food poisoning just kept bringing up more whether he liked it or not.

Henry stumbled to the bathroom again sat down beside the toilet bowl like he had previously. His mouth parted open as he gagged and huffed. A sharp hiccup erupted from his body which made his gag even worse. He puffed and spat into the toilet. But nothing was coming up.

He tried kneading into his tummy to coax himself into throwing up by really pressing down. But even that didn't work. In fact it just made his tummyache even worse.

You knelt down besides him and rubbed his back soothingly. “I... Need... To... Puke... Nothing... Coming...” Henry whined in his normally slow tone.

“Here, let mommy help,” you said and rhythmically thumped Henry's back like a mother who was burping her infant child.

Each thump jostled Henry's stomach. He tried to burp but nothing was coming up. With the pain growing worse he swallowed down air to try and force a burp on command out of himself, he eventually managed to make himself burp loudly into the toilet.

Henry's tummy was in such flux that even that little display didn't work. “Nothing...” Henry whined before wincing and giving a thick closed mouth burp from the residual air he swallowed.

“Hmm...” You hummed to yourself. “Open your mouth and say 'ahhh' ok?”

Henry frowned but did as you said. When he stuck his tongue out with his 'ahhhhhh' you inserted two fingers into his mouth then pressed them down against his tongue as you reached in deep. This induced Henry's gag reflex which made him promptly go wide-eyed.

With a painful lurch Henry very quickly turned away from you and down into the toilet in time to finally throw up. He grossly wretched the residuals of whatever was still inside of his stomach.

“That's mommy's boy, good job” you said and gingerly rubbed his back while Henry huffed into the toilet and threw up pure liquid bile. His stomach was largely empty by that point but he desperately needed to throw up anyway with how relentlessly his troubled tummy was gurgling and churning.

“...Huugh...that's...that's...better...” he gasped and then spat into the toilet before flushing his own sick down. Eventually he crawled back into bed and once again things seemed to stabilize.

But his food poisoning was still aggressively acting up so you went to go get something from the kitchen to help settle Henry's tummy while he whined in bed.

“Unnngh.... My.... Tummy...” Henry whined, he curled up a little with his arms wrapped tightly around his tummy when you returned from the kitchen with a bottle soda.

“It's okay. Mommy's here now, I got you,” you assured him when you crawled back into bed with him. You laid down behind Henry and wrapped your arms around his slender hips. You rested both your hands against his tummy. It was definitely less puffy than before but it was gurgling every bit as loudly and thickly as earlier.

You slowly rubbed Henry's belly up and down while you carefully pulled him close for a backwards hug. Again you felt Henry's body grow more relaxed the more you rubbed his tummy and kept him so close to you.

It quickly grew tense again. Henry's body trembled, you felt him sniffle lightly and quickly realized that he was crying.

Again Henry's whole body trembled and a single sob jerked him. It was getting harder and harder for him to hold back the tears. “...My tummy hurts mama...” he cried. You buried your head into his back and listened to his heart beat rapidly.

“It's alright baby... I'm here for you...” you said, gently running your hand up and down his stomach. Henry sighed grabbing your hand and pressing it against his cheek. “...Thank you mommy...”

It was hard to tell if he was just indulging your own little kink or if he was so starved for affection after getting abandoned by his parents and not even being able to be around people other than you or Asta that the 'mommy' comments just slipped out by mistake.

You kissed Henry's shoulder while continuing to rub his churning tummy. But even that wasn't quite working to deal with the intense gurgling.

“Your tummy really is at war with itself today isn't it,” you said as you cupped his lower belly and stroked its smooth delicate sides.

You gently sat Henry up and grabbed bottle of soda. “Drink this sweetie. Ginger ale always helps with an upset tummy,” you assured him and gently pat the side of his belly. Henry looked up at you with a skeptical looked.

“Trust me. Mommy knows?” He groaned and begrudgingly grabbed the 2 Liter of soda from your hand.

He huffed and unscrewed the cap and began swigging the fizzy drink down. He breathed in through his nostrils while the fizzy drink filled his tummy with carbonation. Your eyes drifted to Henry's belly which you could see inflating just slightly from both all the carbonation combined with the soda itself filling him up.

He pulled the bottle back after downing it to the label. Henry panted heavily while his tummy rose and fell with his strained breathing. He grabbed his belly with one hand and unleashed a giant burp that echoed throughout the whole bedroom.

You sat before Henry and kneaded his tummy firmly with both hands hard at work. Your ministrations coaxed a sizable gas pocket that Henry released as a long rumbling burp that left him panting breathlessly.

“Good boy,” you giggled. Rubbing circles into his belly, kneading while you did. “Does that feel?”

You firmly ran your hands up and down Henry's distended stomach. The air was circulating with your palms ministrations and working up more thick burbling in the process. The rubbing once again worked up more pressure making Henry let out an especially throaty burp with heft to it.

He downed a little more soda since his stomach was still feeling a bit dodgy. You continued nurturing his tummy while he chugged. Then once he pulled away you pressed on his belly again and caused Henry to let out another huge burp. It was swiftly followed by a longer more raunchy sounding burp and then a sharp dry one.

With one last burp Henry moaned in relief. “That's... Better...” Henry whined and flopped backwards onto his bed. The soda in his tummy sloshed noisily while he palmed at it and ran his hand up and down his curved tummy. You smiled and crawled over to him and gingerly running your hand up and down his belly.

“I'm so glad I could make my baby feel better” you said and planted kisses on Henry's soft lightly bubbling tummy. Henry hummed contently then shifted into a more relaxed state while you nursed his belly.

“...H-Hey...could I...could I rest my head on your lap again...? Please...?” he asked, playing with his fingers. You giggled, scooting back into your earlier position you rested your back against the wall and let Henry rest his tired head on your lap.

Like a loving mother you gently caressed his cheek and brushed his messy hair away from his eyes so you could look down at his sweet face.

“Do... You... Think...” Henry whimpered, tears welling up in his eyes. “That... My... Mom... Will... Ever... Come... Back...?” he asked, holding your hand.

“I'm sure she will... But I'll be here for you either way...” you said. You leaned down and once again kissed Henry on the forehead. His smile grew as gentle as you'd ever seen it get.

“...Thank you...mommy...”

“Anything for mommy's precious baby boy” you said softly and continued gently stroking Henry's cheek with one hand while gingerly rubbing his belly with the other.

You kissed his nose, gently stroking his head. He eventually fell asleep in your lap while still holding your hand tightly.

#black clover #henry legolant x reader #henry legolant #belly kink #belly ache #tummy ache kink #upset belly #upset tummy

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Just Friends (Reader x Chris Evans)

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Prompt: “you say we are just friends, but friends don’t know the way you taste” but with a happy ending? - Anon

Warnings: R rating, Some sexual content/Smut, Minors DNI. Brief mentions of/allusions to anxiety.

Authors Notes: This is my first prompt fill on here in years, so I might be a little rusty any feedback is appreciated, please let me know if there’s anything I missed warning or tagging. I also didn’t intend for this to be so long but I got a little carried away with it.

When you and Chris first met, you had been young, wide eyed, fresh faced kids. He was barely 20, filming at your old high school, and you a member of the local theatre group were recruited as an extra. You had graduated a year prior and were coming to the end of your gap year, you would be going to college in a few short months. After seeing each other in passing on set, you and Chris had your first conversation in the kraft services trailer, both leaning in to grab the last remaining bagel. After a back and forth of “you take it” “no you” “seriously its okay” you agreed to split it and thus began your friendship.

It was weird, from that first day you had a connection like neither of you had experienced with anyone else. You talked daily, would be each other’s dates to your friends weddings, hung out with each other’s families without the other around. You were mistaken for boyfriend and girlfriend many times throughout your years of friendship but that was never what it was about. You’d both dated plenty, often times ending relationships because the person you were seeing couldn’t deal with your closeness to each other. But for you both that was just how it was, and if they couldn’t accept it then they weren’t worth your time. Maybe they were right, you had always had a crush on Chris, and you had a feeling it was reciprocated but you’d always had an understanding, a common ground that you were friends and that’s all you’d ever needed to be.

The first time you had edged into more than friends territory was on Chris’ 37th birthday. You had thrown him a party at his house and he had been a little, okay a lot drunk and while you weren’t far behind him you were still sober enough to take care of his messy ass. After everyone had left you had attempted to clean up a bit, collecting garbage and wiping down the kitchen, the whole time Chris was passed out on his couch. You had managed to wake him enough to get him up and into his bedroom, out of his jeans and shoes and into his bed. You bought him a glass of water and two Advil placing them on his beside table, him grabbing your wrist as you placed the water down, pulling you on top of him into a half hug as he tended to do when he was drunk. He’d always been touchy when he was drunk, letting his hands linger on you longer than normal but it had always been innocent. He mumbled something into your ear, something he’d said a million times, and you replied the same response you had given a million more. But what he said next had changed it all.

“No, not like that”

It stopped you in your tracks because what did he mean not like that. It had to be like that. It had always been like that. This wasn’t how this went. Not for the two of you. You weren’t “those” friends.

“Then like what” you had whispered, panic setting in, soberness hitting you like a Mack truck as you looked back at him. But of course he had fallen asleep again, dead to the world, arm wrapped around your waist as you perched on the edge of his bed. Silence filling the air except for the light snoring he was emitting.

The next morning you had been awoken by clattering coming from the kitchen. Stumbling out of the guest room you walked in to Chris attempting to make breakfast, standing in the door way you watched him, his eyes squinted and slow moving, lingering proof of his previous inebriation. He was making blueberry pancakes, it was a post birthday tradition, but you were usually the one who made them for him on the day after his birthday.

Seeing him standing there sliding another half burnt pancake onto the stack he had started made you smile, he tried bless him, but he was never great in the kitchen. The conversation from last night soon flooded your memory and you couldn’t stop yourself.

“What did you mean”

Chris looked up from pouring more batter into the pan, finally noticing your presence.

“Morning” he mumbled, clearly not fully awake yet “What do you mean, what did I mean?”

“Last night, in your room, you said you loved me...”

“I always say I love you?” He let out a low chuckle but looked confused, you weren’t sure if he really didn’t remember or if he was just pleading ignorance, usually you were quick to spot if he was lying but this time your radar couldn’t pin it. He turned his attention back to flipping the pancake in the pan.

“Yeah but when I said I love you too bestie... you said ‘No, not like that’ what did you mean?”

His head snapped up, redness filling his cheeks, and it was in that moment that you had known things were changing whether you had wanted them to or not.

“Oh” you said, your breath escaping you, as the realization hit.

“Yeah” he said eyes focused on the pancake burning in the pan.

“Chris...”

He pulled the pan off the stove dumping the last pancake on the plate before placing the pan in the sink letting the cold water run over it before turning back to face you.

“I don’t...what do you want me to say” He started, raising his voice slightly, obviously flustered. “You want me to say I was drunk and didn’t know what I was saying? Because I cant okay, I can’t say that. Would I have said it if I were sober? No, probably not...in fact definitely not. But I did and I can’t take it back or just pretend I didn’t because I do love you, I’ve always loved you”

“I’ve always loved you too Chris” you looked up, your eyes connecting with his blue ones.

“Yeah, but not in the same way” he stepped around the counter standing in front of you now, his frame towering over yours.

“Said who”

“What”

“Who said I don’t love you in the same way?”

Chris lunged forward, one hand grasping your waist, the other coming up to cup your face as he leant down, his lips pressing against yours gently. It took you a second to realize what was happening before your hands found their way around his neck pulling him down to you, deepening the kiss.

From that day onward you became the friends who make out occasionally, it wasn’t the right time for you to try and be anything more, yes you loved each other, more deeply than you first understood but your lives were all over the place, you were rarely in the same city for more than a few weeks at a time and Chris’ career was exploding more than ever. It wasn’t the right time. So you’d both take what you could get when you could get it and that was enough for either of you.

It wasn’t until Chris’ 38th birthday a year later that you let things go any further. He had wanted a small celebration, so you had gone to dinner with a few friends, had a few drinks and then headed back to his place to watch a movie. You had been cuddled up on the couch, passing a beer back and forth between you when he placed it down on the coffee table, his hand sliding down your thigh, before pulling you into his lap. You had placed your knees on either side of his thighs, your hands on his shoulders while his trailed down your sides and over your hips before slowly moving to cup your ass. You leant down to place a soft kiss on his lips, him reattaching them as soon as you pulled away, biting your lower lip roughly.

There was something different in the way he was kissing you, the way he was touching you, more heat, more passion. Your hands were running down his chest as his grip on your ass tightened, holding you close to him, the intensity taking over. Before you knew it your shirt was on the floor and his hands were sliding up your back as your lips found their way to his neck. There was a tenacity in every movement, every touch, every kiss. His hands finding the clasp of your bra, undoing it with ease and discarding it with your shirt on the floor. He pulled away slightly, his eyes raking over your body perched on top of him, eyes filled with need and want, pushing up to connect your lips once again as you could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against you through his jeans. His large hands sliding to your thighs before standing you both up, your legs wrapping around his waist, hands in his hair.

He stumbled his way into his bedroom laying you down on his bed placing a soft kiss to your lips before hurriedly kissing down the side of your neck and chest, between your breasts and down to your belly button stopping at the waist of your jean shorts, fingers dancing over the button as he looked up at you, eyes questioning as if to get the go ahead, you nodded gently. He slid your shorts and underwear down your thighs, discarding them and grabbing at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head before sliding off his jeans and boxers. You let your eyes trail his body as he situated himself between your legs leaning down to kiss you again.

“Are we really gonna do this” he laughed as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“I think so” you blushed, eyes meeting his once again, yours filled with anticipation, his with desire.

When you woke up the next morning, your head on his chest, his fingers running through your hair, you didn’t know how to feel, but you knew things were moving into a far more complicated territory.

The two of you went on this way for a while, hanging out with friends and family as if nothing had changed, but when it was just the two of you it was different, intimate. When you were away from each other you facetimed daily, you shared everything, you always had but now it felt like everything you were used to but magnified. When he was gone you missed him, when you were together you felt complete. It was so familiar but so new at the same time. At this point you were dating without the title, which had been fine with you both, you liked what you had together it was easy, simple, no pressure.

In early August you had moved in, the apartment you rented was being sold and Chris insisted it would be helping him, and besides he had said, you were there whenever he was anyway. You had your own room but it was rarely used, most nights falling asleep together in Chris’ bed, both finding you slept better when you were together. It was one of those nights, curled up in his bed, Dodger at your feet, watching a rerun of some sitcom when Chris had asked you if you would go to Toronto with him the next month, his latest film Knives Out was premiering at the film festival there and he had been equal parts excited and nervous about it. You had been taken aback at first, sure you’d visited him on set before and attended a few premieres but this felt different.

“You want me to?” You sat up turning to face him.

“Obviously” he laughed “I’d take you everywhere with me if I could”

“Aww cute” you chuckled pinching his cheek as he kissed the tip of your nose.

“I have press a lot of the time, but you could hang out do some sight seeing, then come to the premiere with me?”

“With you...or with you?”

“Whichever one means I get to have you beside me on the red carpet”

“I don’t know Chris...you know that will start a shit storm” you knew how bad the rumours that had started when fans spotted you just attending the premiere for the last Avengers movie had been, and while it really didn’t bother you, you didn’t want it to have an affect on his career.

“Honestly? I don’t care.”

“Okay” you knew he wouldn’t say it but you could tell from his face that he was feeling anxious about it “I’ll come with you, but if you decide any time that you’d rather walk the carpet alone thats okay”

“I won’t” he reassured you, placing a kiss to your temple.

The day of the premiere came around quickly, Chris had been doing press for the past couple of days and you had spent most of your time exploring the cities sights. Chris held true to his word and didn’t change his mind about you walking the carpet with him. He had been a ball of nervous energy since you had woken up, you had left him eating breakfast to go take a shower and start getting ready for your day.

When you came out of the bathroom towel wrapped around you tightly, wet hair loose and ready to be dried you had found him pacing the hotel room in his underwear trying to keep himself busy, it was something that would put most people on edge but you had seen this so many times before with him, always getting in his head, always doubting himself and usually you were able to talk him down easily, but this time you had decided to try a different method.

Calling his name you let go of the grip you had on your towel letting it drop to the ground as he looked up having not previously noticed you had come back into the room, freezing instantly eyeing the curve of your body, a slight smirk across his face.

“What’s this for” he laughed as he closed the gap between you, hands finding your hips as you rested yours on his chest.

“You needed to get out of your head” you whispered as your lent up to kiss him, one hand sliding down his chest and finding its way into his boxers taking his length in your hand and stroking it slowly as you felt it harden beneath your grip. You pecked his lips before dropping to your knees on the plush hotel carpet pulling his boxers down with you. You pumped him a few more times with your hand before letting your tongue lick over his head tasting the saltiness of pre-cum. You took him halfway into your mouth, letting your warmth surround him before pulling off and sliding your tongue along the underside of his cock. Surrounding him with your mouth once more, this time dropping down deeper and with more intent, you hand finds its way to play with his balls, Chris letting out a breathy moan. You started to bob your head up and down as his hand found its way into your hair guiding you as his hips began to thrust, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each movement. It didn’t take long before he was warning you that he was about to cum, and cum he did, hard and fast right down your throat as you swallowed the taste of him before letting his cock slide out of your mouth. Chris pulled you up from the floor crashing his mouth into yours, tasting the remnants of himself on your tongue as he guided you back to the bed determined to make you cum just as hard as he had.

An hour later you found yourself in the shower for the second time that day, this time joined by Chris. You took your time, him massaging shower gel onto your back, while you reached up lathering and rinsing out the shampoo from his hair. You made sure to gently scrape your fingers along his scalp the way you knew, from many nights laying on the couch fingers curled in his hair as he fell asleep in your arms, relaxed him. Once you got out of the shower you realized Chris’ stylist and the hair and make up artist you had insisted on hiring yourself would be showing up any second.

By the time you were in the car waiting to pull up to the carpet Chris had seemingly relaxed, he held your hand the entire car ride over but you knew he was in a much better place mentally and that the second he got out he would turn on his charm and have everyone eating out of the palm of his hand the way he always did. When it was time to get out of the car Chris stepped out first leaning in to offer you his hand as you stepped out behind him, you could here the gasps of fans and media alike, all surprised that Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor had bought a date. Chris had pulled you into his side at the photo area, his hand on your hip as you placed yours on his chest posing for the cameras. You had been surprisingly pretty calm about the whole thing until that moment, cameras flashing in your face and paparazzi screaming from behind their barricade for you to look in twelve directions at once. It was overwhelming and something you don't think you could ever get fully used to.

“Just breathe” He whispered to you out of the side of his mouth, knowing that you had started to spiral.

After what felt like an hour but was probably ten minutes Chris’ team moved you along to the press portion of the carpet, you had expected to just stand back with the team while Chris answered questions from reporters from all of the different networks and publications but he had refused to let go of your hand as he approached the first reporter so you found yourself next to him through it all. Of course the first question was about you, and you just knew every headline tomorrow would mention it. It used to frustrate you, how the media would hone in on any female he was seen with, making the story about that and not the hard work he was doing, but you knew they were just trying to sell papers, page click and views.

“So who do you have here with you today” the reporter smiled tilting her head in your direction

“This is my best friend” Chris started before motioning for you to finish, that was one of the many things you had always loved about Chris, he never wanted you to feel like you were in his shadow, you had your own voice and you could use it. You introduced yourself to the reporter who asked a few questions about how you met and then switched to talking about the movie. After a few more interviews that went in a similar fashion you were escorted into the theatre for the screening, Chris took your hand as the two of you sat side by side in the theatre waiting for the film to start. You had enjoyed it a lot and really loved seeing this side of Chris’ acting ability. When the movie was done he joined some of the cast at the front of the theatre for a quick question and answer session for the attendees before you all headed to the after party.

Chris had introduced you to some of his cast mates, and reintroduced you to a few you had met previously during a quick visit to set one afternoon. You had downed a few glasses of champagne by the time you were ready to leave the party, tipsy but not quite drunk. The two of you found your way back to your hotel, and you laughed as you entered the elevator remembering something you had thought about mid interview earlier that day.

“What?” Chris laughed pushing the button for your floor and leaning against the back of the elevator, as you pulled off the heels that you hadn’t realized until that moment were killing your feet.

“Earlier...I almost made the worst comment in the middle of that E! Interview”

“....oh god what were you gonna say?” He chuckled, amused at your tipsy candour.

“Well you introduced me as your friend...”

“Yeah....” Chris laughed, looking at you as if to say that’s what we agreed on.

“Well, you say we are just friends, but friends...friends don’t know the way that you taste” you smirked at him pointedly, both remembering the activities of that morning.

Chris burst out laughing, his full belly laugh, hand coming up to his chest before reach across and pulling you into him, placing a kiss on your nose as the elevator doors opened on your floor.

“True” he mumbled before leading you down the hallway to your room, “that is true” he had one hand in yours the other holding your heels that he must have picked up on the way out of the elevator. “Well, how about next time I call you something else?” He started tone playful “This is my fuck buddy, no my slam piece, no thats too informal he laughed, girlfriend? No, hmm” He opened the hotel room door letting you slide in past him as he reached around to flip on the light switch closing the door behind him.

You stopped in the entry way a gasp leaving your lips. The room was filled with flowers. The pink and white Chrysanthemums filled every spare counter space, they had always been your favorite and Chris had sent you some for every birthday without fail. There were fairy lights lining the room and a small cart with a bottle of champagne on ice and chocolate covered strawberries by the window.

You turned back to Chris, your heart racing only he wasn’t where you expected....

“How about Wife?” Your eyes connected with his, where he was knelt on the floor behind you an open green velvet ring box in hand.

“What” was all you could get out.

“How about next time I call you my Wife. Marry Me?” Chris said, laughing at the shocked expression on your face “I’ve loved you for almost 20 years now, you’re the best thing in my life, and I never want to be without you...”

“Yes.” You said before you could even really think about it. “Yes!?!” You repeated realizing what was happening as Chris pulled the ring out of the box, sliding it onto your finger quickly before standing up to kiss you.

You’re not sure how long you stood there in the entry way making out, but when you pulled away you noticed that Chris’ eyes, like yours, were a little damp as you went to run your thumb across his cheek you caught a glimpse of the ring on your hand realizing you had barely even looked at it before it was on your hand. Chris pressed his lips into your hair holding you to his chest as you admired it. It was beautiful, delicate, subtle, it was just the kind of ring you would have chosen for yourself.

“Do you like it” Chris whispered into your hair

“I love it” you smiled up at him, lightly pressing your lips to his

“I love you” he smiled, not letting go of you.

“I love you too bestie” you giggled as he grabbed you around the waist lifting you over his shoulder and tapping your ass lightly as he took off towards the bedroom.

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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Feeling like a family

Summary: Y/n visits Harry during his lunch break, letting him in on the relationship both her and Milo have with Xavier. Then they go to the zoo and have a little family day :)

warning/ disclaimers: swearing, family issues.

Things have been going amazing with Harry and Y/n. Ever since their date a couple weeks ago they have been seeing each other more and more. Harry has been coming into her bookshop while she’s working when he can. Just to surprise her and make her day a little better, sometimes he brings her lunch on the weekends and she visits him when he is spending hours after school hours grading art work and setting projects up for his students.

It’s been new and exciting, and extremely fun. Not to mention the kissing has definitely been a plus. They went to have coffee with each other a couple days after their date, spending a good portion of the morning together. They have basically been inseparable since, Harry even invited Y/n and Milo over for dinner so they could all get to know each other better. Loralie was just excited to have guests that weren't family, and also to see a friend from school outside of school. She had a great time with Milo, they played together while Harry and Y/n cleaned up dinner together and snuck kisses in the kitchen.

It's another Wednesday. Harry had Loralie and Milo's class now and he is letting them finger paint. It’s mainly been a calm class, he didn’t have to deal with much usually and if a kid did have a melt down the teacher and/or teachers assistant would deal with it instead of making Harry deal with it. “Looks great, Lora,” Harry says, kissing the top of Loralies head before scooting past her and walking over to his messy desk. He has papers, projects, markers, paints, all over his desk, even with all the time he spends after school he feels like he may never get it organized.

“My mummy likes your daddy.” He hears, looking up to see Milo and Loralie talking. His cheeks turn crimson when he hears it, did they really give it away that easy? Their children now caught onto the fact that the two were dating? That was just embarrassing. “My daddy likes your mummy.” But that was more embarrassing.

Harry ignores it (and the burning in his cheeks) and just hopes that the teacher will hush the class. He busies himself with cleaning his desk, trying to shove the papers into the drawers and file folders that they belong to but his mind is still distracted. He’s gonna have to tell Y/n that their kids know. The bell rings and he looks up from his desk. “Okay, you can leave your paintings where they are. I'll put them on the drying rack and you’ll get them tomorrow!” Harry sings, moving over to Loralie to kiss her cheeks and say a goodbye until he sees her at lunch time. “Bye daddy” she says, waving to him after kissing his cheek and joining her class.

Harry laughs, letting out a sigh and putting the messy finger paintings on one of his many drying racks. It’s his lunch time now. He has to supervise lunch so he gets his break before everyone else.

He wanders around his class room, doing random things and cleaning up his messes that he’s made from the two days of the week before him. He didn’t have plans for lunch, he would probably just have an extra big dinner. He’s happy to find Y/n cured his rumbling tummy when he sees her walking through his classroom. He smiles, chuckling at her big dramatic smile that was obvious teasing. “Hi, darling.” He says, leaning over his desk to press a kiss to her lips.

She sits on the art table in front of his desk, setting two to-go boxes down. “Hi,” she says back, handing him one of the to-go boxes. “No sitting on the tables.” Harry teases while he reaches out to take the white Styrofoam box in his hands, quickly thanking her. “Suck it up.” She shrugs, her feet setting in the chair that was once tucked under the art table. “I just got you a sub and fries.” She says, plucking a chip from her box and taking a bite out of it.

“Why Are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, of course.” He smiles, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. She shrugs, tapping her shoes down on the chair while she pulls her food into her lap. “I forgot to put Milo's' lunch box in his backpack so I had to drop it off.” She says, making Harry smile. So he thought she would have lunch with him? She’s adorable. “So how’s your week been, babe?” Harry sings, sitting back in his big office hair and relaxing into it while he eats.

“Fine. Milo's dad visited.” What?! Since when did he come around? And since when was he “Milo's dad” and not “Xavier”? Harry knits his brows, gulping down his food before he responds, a little nervous. Harry and Milo are best buds, they have grown closer and he’s tried to pay him more attention when he sees him in class as well, he doesn’t want their friendship to be ruined now, even though what he is thinking is selfish. Milo deserves a good daddy.

“Since when does he come around?” He asks, Y/n rolling her eyes at his tone. “He’s a photographer so he’s always traveling the world. I mean he pays child support, he’s not a shit dad. I just have my own issues with him.” She says, her tone heavy with annoyance. Harry was under the impression that he was a horrible dad and didn’t even try to care for Milo, but now he hears he pays child support and visits?

“I just thought he didn’t care.”

“Well… he’s trying. Like I said he’s traveling the world so he can’t always see him but he pays child support and he’s trying to come around more. He did come over and take some cute photos of Milo though.” Y/n smiles, remembering how her baby posed so well for the camera. He was shy at first but then they found a stray kitty out on a walk and he was more than willing to pose with it.

Harry nods, taking a bite out of his sub. He finishes his bite and wipes his mouth with the brown paper napkins, “Is he gonna take Milo for the night or something like that?” Harry questions. Y/n is happy that Xavier is trying to see him more but she doesn’t think she would be able to be away for a night, especially when he doesn’t see Milo that much anyways. “I don’t think I would be comfortable enough to let Milo stay with him, for now at least. But he’s flying off and leaving Friday so I don’t have to worry.” Y/n confesses, taking a bite of her sub while she waits for Harry’s response.

“Yeah, I understand that.”

They eat together before Y/n deems it time for her to go. Giving him a hug and a kiss goodbye before she heads out and opens the book shop back up, letting Harry finish out his day.

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Harry and Y/n had made plans to take their little ones to the zoo. Y/n told Harry that Milo had been going on and on about lions so it was the perfect time for them to go. Harry has packed up Loralies stroller, putting snacks, his wallet, and her diaper bag in the bottom carrier. Luckily (but also unluckily) Milo is at the age where he does not want to be in a stroller, every time Y/n tries to put him in it while they are out he complains and tries to get out of it the whole time.

Harry had picked them up, driving about an hour to the zoo. Milo and Loralie babbled to each other the whole ride which made their parents happy- meanwhile they were just humming to the radio and making small talk the whole ride.

“Are you ready to see the lions?” Y/n coos to Milo, pulling him out of his car seat and setting him on the ground, holding his hand so he doesn’t run off in the car park. Harry pulls Loralie out, pulling out her stroller from the back, preparing to put her in it. “No! I walk today.” Loralie says with a bit of aggression in her voice. Harry hands with his hand up defensively, “okay, but you're gonna want it after walking in the heat for hours.” Harry takes her stroller despite her not wanting to be in it, she takes Harry's hand instead, walking next to Milo.

Their first stop is the stingrays, getting the food from the people who work there then getting down in front of the large pond to pet their slimy skin. Milo and Loralie giggle the whole time, pulling their hands away as soon as they feel like slimy stingray and making dramatic gross faces that make their parents laugh. The kids definitely had fun feeding them and petting them but Harry and Y/n instantly shipped them off to the bathroom so they could wash their hands.

Next is the walk through aquarium, “come on, it's this way.” Y/n says, cooing down at Milo and fast walking toward the cave shaped aquarium. When they walk inside it's lit up blue. They look all around them and they see lots of fish, big whales, all different things. “Woah!” Loralie exclaims, making Harry laugh, kissing her cheeks. All of a sudden Milo breaks out in loud giggles, pulling at the length of her mom jeans. “Mama, Look!” Milo giggles, pointing to a fish sticking to the aquarium glass, looking like it's making a silly face at everyone. Y/n laughs, squatting down and wrapping her arm around Milo, resting a hand on his belly. “Let's go see them” Y/n says, pulling him up on her hip and kissing over his cheeks. She takes him over to the silly fish while Harry lets Loralie look around, staring above her at the large fish swimming by until she stumbles back. Harry catches her, standing her back up and taking her over where Milo and Y/n are, showing her the fish that Milo was trying to touch through the glass.

“He's so cute.” Harry compliments, laughing at how Milo's is so obsessed with the silly looking fish. Y/n turns to look at Harry, thanking him cockily- taking all the credits for his adorableness. Harry bumps his nose with hers in a butterfly kiss while their kids are looking straight ahead. He gives her a peck while the kids are still distracted then he turns back to the fish. “Okay, it's time to go look at the animals!” Harry cheer, pulling Loralie off of the ledge she was standing on.

They walk through the entrance of all the animals, seeing some monkeys. Loralie and Milo start to imitate the monkeys, giggling at each other and the animals. They move onto koalas, waving at the cuddly animals before they get to see the lions- this is what Milo has been waiting for. “ROAR!” Milo yells, trying to climb on the wooden fence between the people and lions. Y/n giggles at him, pulling him off the fence and on her hip. “You’re a baby lion, aren’t you?” Y/n coos, kissing his forehead. Milo nods before she pulls him in her hands, extending him out. “Nants ingonyama bagithi Baba!” She sings, making the boy giggle, roaring again before she pulls him back in, kissing all over his face, making him squeal and push away.

Meanwhile Loralie wants to pet the real baby lions. She’s got a frustrated face on since Harry didn’t let her climb over the fencing and pet the furry lions. Harry can’t help but laugh at her. They walk a bit more, walking for a while until they go to their next exhibit.

It’s all calm until Milo starts screaming. He sees a bird wandering free, it was a large blue bird with huge feathers framing its head. Y/n knew that the peacock was harmless, they wouldn't let it wander free if it was, but Milo was gonna be scared of it regardless. “No, no!” He yells, backing away from the bird, trying to scold it for just walking around. Y/n laughs while Milo grips onto her leg, wagging his finger at the bird and yelling at it for scaring him. “It’s not gonna get you, bubba.” She laughs, pulling him into her hip while they get to the penguin house.

They walk into the cold penguin house, their noses instantly crinkling from the smell. “Brrr” Loralie says, running her arms up and does while her teeth chatter. Harry laughs, tossing her little jacket over her shoulder to warm her up. “Look at the baby penguin.” Harry coos to Loralie, holding her up to the glass so she can wave at the little puffins. “Tiny!” She squeals, waving at the baby penguins.

“Yeah,” Harry laughs at her. “They are tiny, Lora.” He agrees with her, giving the back of her head a kiss before settling her back down on the ground, letting her wander off a few feet away to look around at the penguins a bit more before they leave and look at the polar bears.

After the polar bears, they head to the gift shop, Loralie gets a purple bucket hat with a blue monkey on it and a stuffed penguin she named “tiny”. Milo got a shirt of the name of the zoo and a matching stuffed penguin that he couldn’t choose a name for just yet.

They head back to the car, Loralie’s legs are tired on the walk but she refuses to go in her stroller, instead Harry holds her while they take the long walk back, one arm holding Loralie up to his hip and the other latched with Y/n’s hand while her other hand holds Milo's. Once they get to the car Loralie and Milo get buckled up in their car seats, sure to fall asleep soon.

Harry and Y/n get into the front seats, their hands instantly finding the others. “I had a nice day with you.” Harry smiles, his face only inches from hers. Y/n blushes, giving his hand a squeeze. “Yeah, I had a lot of fun.” She says, focusing on Harry’s thumb rubbing at the back of her hand. They hear little whispers and giggles, turning their heads back to their little ones. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” They whisper- chant. Their parents' cheeks instantly burn, looking back to each other with big cheesy smiles on their faces.

“Well?” Harry shrugs, leaning in and pressing his lips to her. She giggles on his lips, both of the kids in the back yelling. “Ew!” Loralie says. “Gross!” Milo agrees.

The parents laugh, pressing one last peck to each other's lips before Harry starts up the car. They had a good day together. Harry got closer to Milo and Y/n got closer to Loralie. It kinda feels like they are becoming a little family.

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ichigopanhpff · 2 years

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Someday... Chapter 1: Beginning of the Past

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This story takes place in 2018 and will reflect on some events leading up to the Bonten arc in the series.

🎵 BGM from "When the Past Was Around."

The humidity brought by the rainy season in April clung onto the air and human skin as the heat of the sun warmed the concrete streets of Tokyo, slowly welcoming the upcoming sweltering summer.

“It’s starting to get hot,” a long haired man with blond streaks noted and fixed his loose, messy bun before rolling up the sleeves of his black long sleeve cotton v-neck shirt. “We should stock up on some cooling packs for the shop.”

“Already did. Shipment’s comin’ in next week,” a short raven haired man with turquoise eyes answered.

Finishing the last bite of his onigiri, Chifuyu scrolled through his phone to catch up on social media updates on his lunch break; his hand now freed to tickle the belly of a kitten on the checkout counter of his pet shop. Gulping down the ice cold tea he got from the vending machine, he suddenly spat out the contents of his mouth the moment he laid eyes on a headline, his hand frozen from playing with the small animal.

“Dude, gross much?!” Kazutora exclaimed with disgust and promptly grabbed a napkin to wipe off the excess droplets and chewed rice kernels that landed on his shirt and apron.

“S-Sorry…” he muttered and cleaned himself off as well before sending the link to Draken on LINE. His phone immediately chimed back.

Draken 13:15 Is this for real?

Chifuyu 13:15 It’s legit. I just saw a few others report it too

Draken 13:16 … Does Mitsuya know?

Chifuyu 13:16 Should he know?

Draken 13:17 I’ll send it to him

Reading the headline again with knitted brows, he was wondering whether or not he did the right thing.

(Y/FN) to Hold a Limited Time Photo Installation of “Wander” in Shibuya’s ES Gallery

Clicking on the story, he scanned through the article.

Based off of her popular photo essay book, “Wander”, the installation will walk the viewer through a journey though the photographer mending her broken heart and maelstrom of emotions as she navigates through the world. A project that took nearly three years to complete, photographer (Y F/N) decided to document this raw and unfiltered look in her personal life in hope of connecting to her fans and those who have experienced heart break in various forms. The limited print book has won critical acclaim in Japan and overseas.

The exhibition will also have a rare in-person interview with the photographer and curator of the series on May 18th at 7pm.

“Wander” will run from May 15th until June 8th. Tickets go on sale May 3rd. Please visit the gallery’s website for pricing and gallery hours.

“Didn’t know you were into photography,” Kazutora peeked over his shoulder and glanced at the screen.

“It’s a friend of mine…” He placed his phone back in his trouser pocket and stood up with the kitten in hand. The tiny creature made an attempt in scaling his chest to reach his broad shoulder, letting out high pitched mews. “And Mitsuya’s ex.”

“Did they end of bad terms?”

“It’s… complicated.” The short haired man ruffled the backside of his hair in hopes of easing some tension.

“You thinking of going?” Kazutora asked.

“I’m aimin’ for the 18th… Been a while since we’ve seen each other.”

The blond streaked man pulled his phone out and did a quick search. “Your friend’s popular,” he remarked while scrolling through a webpage. “Scalpers are already posting tickets up on auction sites for her exhibition.”

“Wh—Seriously?!” The store owner carefully put the tiny beast back into its holding pen before looking at his phone screen.

“Highest price right now is 25,000 yen. And it’s not even for the one on the 18th.”

Chifuyu groaned and rested his head on the register desk. Clicking on the museum link, Kazutora’s golden hued eyes perked up, followed with a smirk. “You’re in luck: turns out tix for that day’s gonna be a raffle. Only 50 people will be able to get it.”

With a few taps of his phone, his friend entered him into it.

–

Soft music played in the background with filtered sunlight coming in through the windows. A lone man with lilac and black streaked hair sat at his work station, running a long strip of fabric through the sewing machine. Pushing his falling black framed spectacles back up onto his face, his exhausted lavender orbs blinked a few times to refocus. Taking the sleeve off of the presser foot, he examined the shape before finishing the delicate hem stitching by hand. The notification buzz of his smartphone sought his attention and sighed, realizing he was long overdue for a break. Unlocking his screen, he saw a message from Draken.

His gaze immediately widened.

All it read was “(Y/N)’s back” with a link attached in the message.

Sucking in a soft breath, Mitsuya’s throat suddenly went dry and let out a slow, shaky exhale as he stared down at the device. Deciding against clicking on it, he put his phone down and went back to work to distract himself. Continuing to fiddle with the sleeve, flashes of her smiling face appeared in his mind and ended up pricking himself with the sewing needle. Letting out quick a hiss of pain and profanity, he brought the finger to his lips to suck on the small wound while looking for a bandage around his work space.

“Damn it,” he seethed to himself.

They’d been through so much together from his childhood to the Toman days.

Every part of his studio reminded him of her.

“Taka.”

He looked up to see his girlfriend’s radiant smile, the sunlight filtering through the windows at the perfect angle, bathing her in a warm orange glow. It was as if she was a messenger from the heavens sent down for him.

“Is this the new piece for the store?” she asked quizzically, her eyes beaming with curiosity at the finished product worn by one of his busts. It was a tartan and stripe patterned two piece jacket and waist tiered pleated skirt with black lace trimmings. Dangling chains and shiny beads adorned around the breast pocket of the jacket.

“Yeah… what do you think?”

“It’s flashy and the style looks good for a high schooler,” she noted and circled around the bust, analyzing each detail. “Think it’ll do well with the Harajuku crowd.”

“You should try it on,” Mitsuya encouraged with a light chuckle.

“No way!” she belly laughed. “I’ll look like I’m trying too hard to be stylish!”

Setting his pencil down, he walked from behind his work station to hug her. A soft giggle erupted from her throat when he kissed her tenderly on the lips and repeated this a few more times.

“Then I’ll make a whole line just for you,” he proposed with a soft smile.

“Don’t think they’ll sell too well.”

“Who says I’ll be selling those?” he pointed out.

“If you have the luxury to do that one day, then maybe I’ll wear it,” (Y/N) jested and pecked Mitsuya on the lips. “If it’s dresses or skirts, they gotta have pockets.”

“You have no idea how many female clienteles request that from me,” he replied in half-seriousness.

“Classic problems require modern solutions, Mr. Designer,” she pointed out playfully.

“Yes, yes.”

Taking his girlfriend by the hand, he brought her to the work station to showcase his sketches. His serious lavender eyes glanced over at the detail of his work.

“One day, I’ll have a line that’s only sold exclusively in Ginza and a more casual one in Harajuku,” he firmly declared and looked up at (Y/N) lovingly. “And I’ll have you photograph ‘em all.”

“Let’s do our best then.”

She was there with him every step of the way when worked part-time at a retail shop in Shinjuku while freelancing as a designer to earn more money for his family and still going to school. (Y/N) was the one who encouraged him to sell his clothes through consignments in Shibuya and Shinjuku boutiques to get his name out there. She was there when he made his first sale and first collaboration with one of the shops.

All the late nights at the studio and networking he did, she was there every step of the way pushing him to where he is now. Already knowing the sacrifices they had to make for their respective careers, neither had complained once.

And it was that lack of complaint that slowly drifted them apart; they gradually went from days to weeks without contacting one another. The chasm in their relationship grew and the passion cooled. Soon, (Y/N) stopped coming by the studio due to her increased workload as a rookie photographer. The loneliness in him started budding and he consulted with a work associate whom he worked closely with during a store collaboration. Next thing he knew, she wiggled into that space inside his heart and wedged him further away from his girlfriend.

He started wondering if she’d simply fallen out of love with him. Before he could conclude to that, he wanted to have a proper talk and sent her a text about it. Mitsuya planned on leaving early that day, but ended up staying late due to a last minute change by one of his clients and was willing to pay a generous rush fee. As annoyed as he was, work was work and he could use the extra yen for their planned vacation.

Just as he was about to wrap up, his work associate stopped by unexpectedly with a bento from the convenience store. They were casually chatting and just as she was about to make her move, he saw (Y/N) at the door, shocked at what was in front of her.

She ran off before he could call for her. Making his way down, he searched around the twilight streets of Harajuku to no avail. Kicking his associate out, he rushed home so he could explain what happened; all he found was their shared drawers were half empty. She’d taken all she owned and left.

All that remained of her were the spare apartment key, the gunmetal ring he gave her when they were 15 and a handwritten note on the dining table.

You were my everything but you’re happier with her.

He’s tried contacting her to talk things out on many occasions to the point of obsession, only to get her voicemail and his texts were left on read; hell, he even tried to email her, only to get a return to sender. When he tried her phone again, he’d gotten a caller of this number didn��t exist.

He reached out to his friends to get in contact with her to no avail.

(Y/N) made herself disappear.

Draken gave him a few good slugs to the face after learning they broke up the way they did; it also didn’t help they were both shitfaced drunk. Dealing with the hangover on top of his bruised and throbbing injuries the following day was extremely unpleasant. Compared to the hits he took during Toman fights, this hurt the most.

He was heartbroken and devastated. To fill the void she left, he started a relationship with his work associate, only to get dumped 3 months after when Mitsuya caught her cheating on him with another designer in the back room of the boutique where his clothes were being sold, nonetheless.

He learned after the fact she had a reputation for going after popular designers in the industry.

If there was one word he could describe himself at that moment, it was idiot.

And that was the tame version.

He thought he and (Y/N) could weather any storm together.

After all these years apart, he’s left wondering how their relationship withered like this.

–

By some stroke of a miracle, Chifuyu won two tickets from the raffle Kazutora entered him in. To prevent (Y/N) from recognizing them immediately out of fear of her misunderstanding, Toman’s former first division vice captain came up with the genius idea of going in with a disguise. Draken thought it was dumb and hesitantly went along.

“Dude, you seriously have some luck,” his tall friend noted and fiddled with his now chin length black hair. The usual utility jumpsuit he wore for work at his bike shop was swapped out for a casual suit jacket, dress shirt and slacks made by Mitsuya.

“It's Kazutora, not me.” Chifuyu looked at himself through a glass pane adjusted the fake glasses on his face. “Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket for him.”

Showing their tickets to the attendant, the two entered the gallery and looked around like lost children.

“First time to a place like this?”

“Do I look like I go to galleries?” Draken flatly pointed out. “Mitsuya should be here instead.”

“I asked him, but he’s in the weeds right now,” the short raven haired boy huffed in frustration.

“Still think we should’ve ditched the disguises,” the tall dragon tattooed man said. “She’d be able to tell it’s us.”

“No way she can!” Chifuyu defended. “These are perfect!”

“… Seriously?” He pointed to his dragon tattoo. “How many people do you know have this on the side of their heads?”

“I doubt her eyes are that good nowadays.”

“Bet you 1,000 yen.”

“You’re on!”

Making their way to the exhibition, several rows of chairs were arranged in the large space; the two chose to sit in the last row to avoid detection. Not long after, they were all filled and excitement filled the air as they waited for the talk session to start. A few more minutes pass and the curator appeared from behind a wall, welcoming everyone to the event before introducing (Y/N).

And there she was, dressed in an all black pantsuit with a pair of low heels while the crowd exploded in cheers and applause. It’d been three years since they last saw her and immediately noticed how much she’s physically changed. The lively glow she once had was replaced with an ennui of solitude, her smiles only reaching the corner of her lips. She almost looked like a shell of her former self and took her seat on the makeshift stage with a microphone handed to her by one of the crew members.

The curator asked her various types of questions regarding the exhibition, the photo book and dug into some of the criticism she drew after it published.

“As popular as your work is, some critics called out how self-centered Wander is. What do you think about that?” the curator asked.

(Y/N) paused to construct her answer, using the silence to her advantage.

“You’re can’t be an artist without being a little self-centered, no matter what medium you’re working with,” she briskly replied with a neutral smile. “You can also say that answer is self-centered in its own right and I wouldn’t disagree. At the end of the day, if you can’t create something you’re not proud of, then why are you even in this field?”

“And what do you have to say about those who criticized your work as a way in painting yourself as a victim?”

“They’re welcome to think and feel that way,” she answered without hesitation. “They’re merely a third party looking into the scope of what the depths of my pain was. People are quick to throw judgment on things they don’t have the full story of, right?”

“Speaking of full story,” the curator changed topics. “There’s been a lot of guesses and requests from various people to know who this person was in your life.”

“I heard the guestbook here had messages asking about this too; some even ventured guesses. The most outlandish one I read so far was one of the Kano Sisters*.” The crowd broke into a light fit of laughter. “As I’ve said before, protecting their privacy is my priority and I have no intention in revealing who they are. If I did, I’d be no better than those who said my work was egotistical and shifts the victim mentality on anyone who’ve been emotionally hurt,” she reasoned. “This would be considered a revenge exhibition instead of a journey.”

“Your fans have even tried searching online, you know.”

“Social media wasn’t as popular as it is now when we were together. We were still sending SMS messages through flip phones back then,” she lightly chuckled with a tired, apologetic look. “Sorry to say, your sleuthing efforts have been moot.”

“Since we’re nearing time, would you like to leave some final words for your attendees tonight, (Y L/N)-san?”

“Even though this installation is filled with heavy and dark subject matters, some of which may even trigger your own personal feelings, I would still ask you to please open your heart in hopes of finding answers of your own. Overall, please enjoy my work and the rest of the evening.”

Thanking the curator, staff and the museum for putting everything together, the talk session ended with a smattering applause from attendees and workers alike. Making small talk with some of the museum workers, (Y/N) excused herself and made her way to the green room for some social reprieve. After taking a fifteen minute break, she was found by one of her agency people and forced her back out to talk with patrons, much to her chagrin. The two hour event felt like an eternity and once the last of the guests were escorted out of the gallery, she let out an audible sigh of relief and removed the first two buttons on her suit top for some air. She threw herself onto the white leather couch and slumped in it like all the bones left her body.

“This is tougher than the book release,” she groaned out. “Never let me do this again.”

“What do you mean?” Ryota, her work associate remarked in disbelief and handed her a glass of water. “The show was a hit! I’m sure the agency’s gonna want you to release more stuff now.”

“Can I not?” she whined and sipped the clear liquid, lubricating her throat. “Can I just go back to being a nobody photog? I miss the anonymity.”

“Complain all you want, but deep down inside that black heart of yours, you’re actually happy,” her coworker pointed out.

“I take offense to that: my heart’s not that black.”

With the gallery closing up for the night, the two gathered their belongings and left from the back entrance. Saying their good nights, they went their separate ways. Just as she turned the corner, she was met with two familiar faces standing on the main road.

“Yo, been a while, (Y/N)-chan,” Draken greeted with a toothy grin. “Let’s go grab a drink."

*Kano Sisters are sibling celebrities known for their outrageous sense of style, expensive taste and lifestyle. Think of them as a flashier version of the Hilton sisters. They've modeled, done TV appearances and one of the sisters penned an autobiography.

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