#and you hold me in the rocking chair in the corner while i cry

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

i think i need someone (my mom) to tuck me in like i'm a little kid again

[izurou]

every morning, and often throughout the night, you’ll stretch a foot over to satoru’s side of the bed and make contact with him.

what comes across as a simple desire for physical touch, is actually a habit of yours—one born from both fear and experience. it’d be far from the first time you woke up and he wasn’t there, but things are different now, and you need him to be there.

but this morning, all you feel is cold sheets.

you sit up and rub at your eyes before looking out the window—finding your usual view blurred with rain. you shiver a little at the sight, or maybe—at the foreign emptiness of the room.

and that’s when you realize that, not only is satoru missing from your bed—the small white crib off to your right is also missing your daughter.

you think the worst on instinct. irrational, you’re well aware—there’s no reason for such thoughts anymore, but they still manage to penetrate your freshly conscious mind nonetheless.

that is, until a pair of giggles sneak past the little crack in your bedroom door, acting as the perfect antidote to your conclusion jumping.

now, you find yourself getting out of bed just a bit too eagerly for a gloomy sunday morning—sliding into your slippers before shuffling towards the door and down the hallway. you wrap your arms around yourself as you walk, both hoping for and needing a little extra love from at least one, but preferably both of your babies.

satoru’s voice becomes clearer as you near, and you’re just around the corner when you hear him ask your daughter, who can’t talk yet, a question.

“yeah? you like the rain?”

an odd thing to ask a seven month old, though it makes a little more sense when you actually see them.

the two are in the kitchen, and your daughter—strapped into her high chair, is staring out the large window with her big blue eyes, completely mesmerized. satoru sits hunched over in a dining room chair, watching her with the exact same expression while he holds a plastic green spoon up to her mouth, like he’s interviewing her.

“satoru?” in unison, the duo turn their heads at the sound of your voice. “what are you doing?”

“killing time,” he smiles at you before turning to your baby, who now has her chubby little hands wrapped around a couple of his fingers. “we were starting to think you’d never come to. isn’t that right sweetheart?”

she babbles excitedly in response, seemingly agreeing.

the transition from bassinet to crib hasn’t been an easy one, and last night was probably one of her worst so far. you’ll always rock her, and while she falls asleep easy enough—the second she’s put down, she’ll wake up and cry.

“sorry,” you sigh, padding over to the two. “she was up most of the night, i—”

“needed the rest,” he finishes for you—wiggling his fingers around and earning himself a few more precious baby giggles. “we know.”

you give him a smile, and he returns it in a much more devious fashion—as if he’s saying you owe me for this. on any other day, you’d roll your eyes at something like that, but it’s almost nine am, and you crawled out of bed just moments ago—there isn’t much you wouldn’t do for him at this point.

satoru wraps an arm around one of your thighs as you stand next to him, and he pockets your grin—knowing it holds all the gratitude in the world, and a little something more.

though, you just end up batting him away when you notice the empty bowl sitting on the tray of your daughter’s high chair.

“she ate all her breakfast?” you ask, peering over to see if he hid any of her yogurt in the pouch of her silicone bib. “why don’t you ever do that for me?”

you lean down to boop a finger on her nose, and she kicks her feet in excitement—letting out something between a squeal and a laugh.

“‘cause you like me better, right?” satoru chimes in, holding his makeshift microphone in front of her with a toothy grin—which gets her to babble, for some reason. “oh? what’s that? i’m the best? your favourite?”

you bring a hand up to flick the back of his head—even though sometimes you think he’s right with the way she’s always smiling at him, but you just chalk it up to his high contrast, baby friendly look instead.

“think you misheard,” you point out, “sounded like ew dad, you stink to me.”

your husband—dramatic, and a sucker for your baby girl, flops down onto her little plastic tray in defeat.

“say it’s not true,” he whines, sneakily tickling one of her feet to get her to laugh but, consequently causing her to smack her hands on his head. “hey, hey!”

“that’s my girl,” you snort, and she babbles some more—loving the attention she’s getting from the two of you.

“hmm?” satoru leans in closer to her, as if she’s about to tell him a secret, and then he shields his mouth with his hand to respond. “yeah i know, i think that smell’s coming from over there too.”

the two smile at each other, and while it might be at your expense, you find yourself smiling too.

because you can see it now—satoru picking your daughter up from her first day of kindergarten, begging for the scoop on all her new classmates. he’d listen attentively, and pry just a little further every time she mentions a more masculine name—selfishly wanting to ensure that he’s still her favourite boy.

it’s just a thought of course, but you’ll definitely be holding him a little closer tonight.

“look, she’s doing it!” satoru pulls you back to the present moment, nudging your leg with his elbow. he’s given your baby her little silicone cup—the one she’s learning to drink from. she has it tilted back, spilling milk half into her mouth, and half into her bib. “kind of.”

once she’s quenched her thirst, she haphazardly tosses the cup onto her tray, and you note the white residue that sits on her top lip.

“well, satoru?” you grin at him, grabbing the long forgotten plastic green spoon—microphone, and holding it up to your husband’s mouth.

he furrows his brows and opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“how does it feel knowing your daughter has more of a stache right now than you ever will?”

he grins, at you and then her. “that’s my girl.”

[leebitofficial]

come to bed?

fluffy! hyunjin x reader,

2am, you quietly enter your home. it’s dark, it’s quiet, no sign of hyunjin.

the smell of freshly baked bread still lingers after hyunjin spent the evening trying to recreate his mother’s apple bread.

tiptoeing into the bedroom, you’re careful not to wake your sleeping boyfriend.

dropping your bags, you hear shuffling coming from the bed.

“baby?” hyunjin peeks from under the covers.

“oh- i’m sorry! did i wake you?” you worry.

“no, no, i’ve been up for a while. come to bed?” he ushers you.

“i will, need to shower first though.” you reassure your impatient lover.

he whines in protest as you bend to give him a quick kiss on the forehead before you maliciously abandon him yet again.

you hurriedly shower, eager to finally get some time with hyunjin after your long night.

finally climbing into your comfortable bed, hyunjin turns around to wrap his arms around you and hold you impossibly close, placing a few very soft kisses along your crown.

“how was it? did you have fun?” he asks, brushing your hair through his fingers.

“i guess it was fun, missed you though. it’s just hard to have fun being away from-”

her.

there’s that familiar sound again.

“i got it, you’re tired, go to sleep.” he spoke before kissing your forehead and unbinding you from each other.

rolling over and grabbing the baby monitor from his bedside, hyunjin mutes it before hopping out of bed.

he’s already heading out the door of your bedroom before you could say a word.

he told you to stay but you can’t help it. you follow behind him quickly, a man on a mission, his long legs carrying faster than yours ever could this late into the night.

nearly out of breath, placing your hands on his hips, you peek from behind hyunjin.

normally he would jump at the sudden touch from behind, but he was far too focused on the issue at hand.

“aigoo~ why is my baby crying?” he coos as he gently picks her up from her crib. he holds her gently in his arms and begins to ever-so-lightly rock her.

almost immediately she stops crying.

all you can do is sit back and watch in awe.

hyunjin has always been the favorite between the two of you, but you don’t really mind. she’s still your baby and of course she still loves you with all the emotion she can process at six months old.

she’s such a daddy’s girl and it absolutely melts your heart.

you sit on the chair in the corner of the room, overwhelmed with drowsiness. through tired eyes, you watch your boyfriend sing a makeshift song to try and get your daughter back to sleep.

“i think she’s hungry” he says as he turns to you sitting behind him.

except you’re sound asleep.

so once he’s finished feeding your daughter and putting her back to sleep, he gently scoops you from the chair, careful not to wake you— though not successful— and takes you back to bed.

you let out a whine in protest of him disturbing your sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from ensuring you’re comfortable. he tucks you in before then tucking himself in, settling into your previous position with your limbs intertwined, and placing kisses on your temple with some incoherent whispers in between.

forget his career, he’d rather spend his life taking care of the two of you if it meant moments like this.

a/n: i literally wrote this months ago and never posted it but baby fever got the best of me 💔

[elllisaaa]

skz as the weeknd songs

-> pairing : skz x fem!reader

-> words count : 4.2k words

-> genre : smut, angst, toxic relationships, friends with benefits, exes-to-lovers

-> warnings : use of 'slut', 'babygirl', 'whore', 'good girl', 'kitten' and 'pretty boy', dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink, creampie, swearing, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessivness, begging, pussy slap, semi-public, sex, rough sex, body worship, praise, oral (f. receiving), foot fetish, degradation

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | 1k event masterlist

BANGCHAN - OFTEN

"baby, I can make that pussy rain, often"

→ The moment his phone rang, Chan knew what you were up to, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he picked up your call. You only called him at such a time for two things : when you were drunk and needed a ride home or when you were horny. Sometimes, it was both. But every and each time, he couldn’t say no.

“- Hi babygirl, how you doing ?”

A moan answered him, and Chan's smile widened, relaxing in his desk chair even more. He could listen to your noises for hours.

“- Please Channie… Please, I need you so bad, can’t cum alone…

- Poor thing, it doesn’t feel as good as my cock, huh ? 

- Shit- No… It’s not enough, need you please, daddy.”

As the last word left your mouth, Chan was already rock hard, putting on his shoes and grabbing his keys, gaze way more dark than a few minutes before.

“- Daddy’s gonna make you scream babygirl.”

And he did, that’s for sure.

"but I see your eyes, you wanna go again, girl I’ll go again." 

→ Chan let out a deep moan as he felt your cunt clenching hard around his cock, your whimpers and call of his name overpowering his own voice. Soon enough, he emptied inside of you, holding your hips in the hair as he thrusted sloppily in your pussy, riding his orgasm for as long as he could before laying on the bed beside you. 

“- You good babygirl ?”

You turned your head to look at him, cheeks stained with dried tears and eyes still full of lust, still laying on your stomach, you could feel his cum sliding down your inner thighs contrasting with the way he was softly caressing your sweaty back. 

“- Good… 

- I think you’re not telling me the truth here.

- I-I need more, please…”

A harsh slap landed on your ass, making you cry out his name once again. But soon enough, he was back between your legs, sliding his cock into your tight cunt one more time. Both of you moaned, still so sensitive it hurt, but it was what felt so good. 

“- You’re not going to walk tomorrow babygirl, I’m going to ruin you.”

And that, he did too. 

LEE MINHO - CALL OUT MY NAME

"I said I didn’t feel nothing baby, but I lied."

→ Minho knew from the second that your eyes crossed that you wanted him. It was obvious from the way you eyed him up and down, the way you were watching him dance with another girl while biting your lips. And as soon as he noticed your stare, that girl in his arms felt like nothing but a burden. But still, he didn’t show any sign that could make you understand that he was as attracted to you as you were to him, maybe even more. Even when he was fucking into you latter, it was as if he was bored. But when you got a text from him, asking to come to him almost a week later, you knew that he lied. 

“- You love playing so hard to get don’t you ?”

A smirk displayed on his lips as he plunged two of his fingers to the knuckle inside of your pretty pussy, loving to see you already struggling to talk properly. Unlike some girls, you didn’t annoy him, let him come back to you instead, and he loved the feeling of chasing you, of always needing to prove that he was the only one to fuck you like that, even if he knew he was. 

“- Fuck kitten, you looked so stunning tonight, just for me right ?”

You were already too fucked up to form any coherent words, let alone sentences, with your dress pushed past your waist and Minho keeping you pinned against the wall of the bathroom as he rammed into you. 

“- Answer or I’ll stop.”

And he did exactly that, waiting for you to stop whining and respond instead.

“- Yes, yes Min, it’s only for you, I’m only yours.

- Good girl, knows who you belong to.”

Possessiveness came along with being Minho’s favorite girl, but you weren’t complaining.

"so call out my name, when I kiss you so gently, I want you to stay."

→ It has to be one of his favorite things ever, to hear you moan his name. Everytime you cried it out, a smirk widened on his face and he became even more cocky, even more sure about the effect he had on you. And how could you deny it ? Everytime he looked at you, you felt on fire, as if lava was running down your veins. You weren’t the type to fold so easily, but with him, it was different. He made you weak in the knees, made you do things you never thought about doing before meeting him. 

“- Minho ! Minho, please !

- Come on kitten, I know you can do way better than that.”

His harsh slap on your pussy pushed another whimper past your lips, your hand gripping the sheets to stop you from unraveling completely under his heavenly thrusts. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do what he asked, too embarrassed about the boys hearing you, hiding your face in one of your arms as Minho cooed at you.

“- You’re getting shy now ? But kitten, do you think they don’t already know how much of a slut you are for me ? Be a good girl and say my name.”

A particularly rough trust had you screaming, unable to hold back your noises anymore. 

“- Min, Min, oh my god ! So good, so good… So big…”

Your mumbles were incoherent, your words were slurred and your mind went totally blank as your orgasm washed over you, Minho emptying inside of you soon after. You were both breathless, trying to regain some consciousness back. And even if you told yourself everytime that you should leave and not spend the night at his place, you always found yourself waking up in his embrace, and maybe that staying a little longer also came with being Minho’s favorite girl. 

SEO CHANGBIN - THE HILLS

"I only call you when it’s half-past five, the only time I’ll ever call you mine"

→ There had been a time where Changbin was the only person you could think about day and night. And then, everything got too complicated. You never really understood why, and neither did he : one day, he was so sure about wanting to spend the rest of his life with you, and the next, you were fighting like you didn’t love each other anymore. All he knew was that things ended up messily. But he couldn’t help and call you every time he thought about you, everytime he needed you. 

“- Fucking slut, coming right back everytime I call.”

The muffled moans you let out in response made Changbin smirk. He kept your head pressed in the pillow, pounding inside of you and not caring about making you feel good anymore, simply chasing his high. He didn’t want to hear you say his name. It was too intimate, it felt too close to his heart

“- No one else fucks you like this, only me.”

Another moan escaped your mouth, and your cunt squeezed around his cock, making him groan loudly. It was a shame that you were so annoying, because he could spend the rest of his life buried in your pussy. It was a shame, really. 

“- Please, please Binnie…”

He tried to ignore how his heart melted at hearing you say his nickname and pushed your head in his pillow again, getting even more rough with you, hiding how much effect you still had on him. And it was a shame that he wanted you back every time he had you in his arms for the night. 

"keep on tryna hide it but your friends know"

→ “- It’s him again ?”

You turned to look at your friend sipping her cocktail and shook your head, trying to deny the evidence. Everytime he left, you were back to crying in your bestie’s arms, and everytime he came back for a week or two, it was as if he didn’t ever did anything bad to you, or never broke you heart one or two or many times already. 

“- And what if it was ? It’s none of your business.”

Maybe that’s why you leave the club early, because you’re mad at her, or maybe it’s because Changbin asked you to come see him. Maybe that’s why you end up tangled in his sheets like every other time, riding him like you know he loves to. 

“- Bet everyone was looking at you, that dress is so stunning on you princess.”

You closed your eyes, unable to watch his flushed face anymore as he was complimenting you. So you did the only thing that seemed to work for the both of you : you fucked him harder, hoping that it would help you forget everything else that happened. And it was kind of working as he took one of your breasts in his hand, playing with your nipple and making you forget everything once again. 

“- Want you to come inside, want you to fill me up…”

And he did, emptying his load in your fluttering pussy, making you cry his name as you collapsed on top of him. You could feel his hot breath against your neck, and his fingers grazing your scalp. Just like before. Just like when everything was alright. 

“- Stay tonight ?”

You simply nobbed, but Changbin knew that it meant way more than that, and you knew it too, and your best friend probably knew it too, but you hoped that you would not cry in her arms about your ex anymore if he did become your boyfriend again. 

HWANG HYUNJIN - AFTER HOURS

"I know I made you fall then said you were wrong for me."

→ If Hyunjin had to name the thing that scared him the most, it would be love. Yes, he was a hopeless romantic. Yes, he wanted to find his soulmate more than anything. But how could he be so sure that this girl was the one and that he wasn’t missing out on his true love ? How could he be so sure that you were the love of his life ? So even if he was madly obsessed with you, even if you were his muse, he had to let you go. 

“- Jinnie… Oh fuck ! Please don’t stop !”

Your moans only encouraged the man between your thighs to suck on your clit harder, holding your legs open for him to dive even deeper in your pussy. He wanted to make you feel good one last time, wanted to taste you one last time. 

“- Come on angel, want you to cream all over my face…”

You didn’t need more than that to reach your climax, tugging on his hair when it felt too much. As you tried to control your breath, you were waiting for Hyunjin to smile down at you and kiss you, like he did everytime. But nothing came. You opened your eyes again, seeing the door of the bathroom open, and him inside, washing his face. Your heart clenched in your chest, but you understood. It was his way of saying that it was over. You knew it was coming : Hyunjin jad grown more and more distant these days, you should have seen it before. 

“- You’re an asshole.”

The door slammed behind you, and Hyunjin could only agree with you : he was an asshole.

"oh baby, where are you now when I need you most ?"

→ “- Oh ! So, now, you’re asking me to come back after leaving like I was worth nothing ? You’ll have to beg me a little more than that Hyunjin.”

He didn’t know if it was a sick little game or if you were serious, but he got down on his knees anyway. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t already. He looked up at you, waiting for your next command. Because in the end, he was entirely yours, everything he had was yours, everything he was was yours. 

“- I’m so sorry Y/N, I really am… All I wanted was to make you happy, and I felt like I wasn't doing a good job, but I was wrong, and I miss you so much. Fuck, I need you, I need you, please…”

One of the benefits of being with Hyunjin was that he had never been ashamed of what he liked. So the moment you pressed your high heels against the bulge in his pants, you knew that you'd get a reaction, the one you wanted. And accordingly, he moaned loudly, his fingers wrapped around your ankle in hopes it would urge you to move and grant him the friction he desperately needed to get off. 

“- Please, please angel… I swear, I’m so sorry… Please, I need you…”

You knew that you were going to cave in, but it felt so good to be back in his arms, you couldn’t help it.

“- Just apologizing to get in my pants, as usual. Beg some more.”

And Hyunjin obeyed, aware that it was partially true, but that there were some more feelings that would have to wait for after you made him cum in his pants.

HAN JISUNG - EARNED IT

"so I love when you call unexpected, ‘cause I hate when the moment’s expected."

→ It all started on an impulse, looking into each other's eyes and then you were suddenly making out like it was the last time you’ll get the chance to kiss anyone. And then, it was crossing paths at a party and ending up grinding against each other in a hallway. And then, it was him coming up to your apartment and fucking against the wall just because he wanted to. Everything was passionate, intense, unanticipated, and it felt too good to stop. 

“- And he kept on interrupting me ! I can’t stand that jerk anymore ! I’m gonna ki-”

Jisung lips on yours straddled you, but quickly, you caved in and let him come on top of you, his tongue playing with yours. 

“- Sorry baby, you’re so sexy when you’re mad…”

You shook your head and tugged on his hair to guide him back to your mouth instead. Jisung had never hidden anything from you, telling you everything he was thinking of at the moment, and that included the many fantasies he had. 

“- Now that’s new… You like it when I’m mad ? Like it when it’s you I’m mad at ?”

He nobbed immediately, ready to do everything in his power to convince you of trying out that.

“- Words little slut. Or are you too dumb to talk ?

- No, no ! I want it, I want you to be mad at me, please…”

The smirk on your face widened, sensing that you would enjoy this new discovery just as much as him.

"‘cause girl you’re perfect, you’re always worth it, and you deserve it."

→ Usually, Jisung loved it when you took complete control of him, loved to give you everything you wanted, loved it when you were rough with him. But tonight, you were too tired to do that, only needing to be taken care of for once. And ask Jisung and you shall receive it in seconds. He pushed you on the bed, undressing your body and getting his lips and hands everywhere at once, worshiping you and mumbling about how pretty you were.

“- Tell me what you want me to do, I just want to make you feel good, it’s all about you tonight.”

So when you answered nothing and pushed his head down between your thighs instead, he simply complied, eating you out nice and slow, making you tremble under him two times before he came up to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. And when Jisung fucked you that night, it was almost too slow, but felt too good to stop, making you orgasm as many times as you wanted.

“- Come on baby, give me another one, you deserve it, you’re so good to me all the time…”

You unraveled once again under his words, exhausted but satisfied and with your needs fulfilled. 

"I always want you when I’m coming down."

LEE FELIX - COMING DOWN

→ Whenever Felix was on stage, he had such a rush of adrenaline that didn’t go away immediately after. He always had energy to spare, and his favorite way to do that was to meet up with you. He was always ditching the after parties under the excuse that he was too tired and preferred to go back to the dorms now. The truth was that he needed you, wanted to ruin you. You were always waiting for him in your bed, a new lingerie set complimenting your body every time. 

“- I choose one to match with your outfit.”

Your supposedly innocent smile made him lose his mind everytime, not bothering to undress you fully before he slid his cock into your already wet pussy, keeping your wrists together in one hand, the other maintaining your hips pinned to the mattress as he rutted into you at a fast pace. His deep moans were echoing in your silent room, except for the squelching noises of your cunt everytime he thrusted into you. 

“- You’re always so good to me angel, letting me use your pretty pussy whenever I want… 

- Love it Lixie !

- Is that so ?”

His little smirk was so hot, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you creamed all over his cock, begging him to shoot his load deep inside you. You were definitely the best way to drown the adrenaline. 

"pick up your phone, I’m all alone." 

→ Being on tour was always both a blessing and a torture for Felix. Of course, he loved to be on stage so much, loved to interact with stays and everything that it included. But at the same time, that meant being away from you. Firstly, he missed you because you were the love of his life, and secondly, it was a struggle to cum without you touching him. 

“- Angel… I need you, please…”

When you picked up his call at two in the morning, you didn’t expect Felix to be moaning loudly for you to help him out. But you couldn’t lie to yourself : it was hot. How could you have said no to him ? That’s why you ended up getting off in the middle of the night, ordering your boyfriend on how to jerk himself. 

“- Feels good Lixie ?

- S-So good, but it’s better when it’s your hands. 

- Imagine it’s me, touch yourself just like I do.”

Another moan of your name escaped him and he felt himself cumming when you told him you were close too. As soon as the call ended, Felix sent you a picture of his abs covered in a huge load of cum, making you salivate and be even more impatient for him to be back home. 

KIM SEUNGMIN - WICKED GAMES

"just tell me you love me even though you don’t love me."

→ There was certainly something wrong with Seungmin for enjoying fucking the girl he hated with his whole heart so much. From the first glance, he knew that he wasn’t going to get along with you. Even if you were one of Jeongin’s closest friends, he couldn’t help himself but disagree with everything you were saying and doing. After all, it was not his fault if you were always wrong and he was always right. 

“- Fucking slut, so dumb you can’t even answer huh ?”

You wanted to, you really wanted to say something back to him, but his cock gliding deliciously against your walls felt too good, felt so good a whimper left your lips instead of words. 

“- That’s what I thought.”

Seungmin pushed your head into his pillow, muffling your cries and holding your hips up against his, buried deep inside of your tight pussy. 

“- You love to put on an attitude with me but all it takes is for you to see my cock to shut the fuck up.”

You wanted to deny it, wanted to remind him that he was always the first one to initiate anything that happened between the two of you. But all you could do was clench around him everytime he degraded you, and the worst part of it was that you knew he kinda meant it, and that it made you even more wet. 

“- That’s it, take it like the whore you are.”

He was so deep inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix and you didn’t need anything more than that to reach your climax, tears streaming down your face. But you knew that he wasn’t done with you, and you loved it as much as you hated it - how weak you were for him. 

"these fucking eyes I’m staring at, let me see that ass."

→ You were doing it on purpose, there was no other way. Of course you had to chose this fucking dress for Jeongin’s birthday party, and of course, you had not spared him a glance except for when you arrived, hours before. It was slowly driving Seungmin crazy, how you were flirting with Minho shamelessly. And why was he so mad anyway ? It was not like you were his girlfriend or anything. But that dress, you perfectly knew it was his favorite one even if he never said it. 

“- You’ll never learn your lesson, huh ? Do I have to remind you again ?”

Before you knew it, Seungmin had shoved you away from Minho and face first into the wall of an empty hallway, pressing his clothed hard-on against your ass that was hugged just right by the material of your dress. And suddenly, he couldn’t resist the urge of slapping your cheeks one, two or three times, not caring about someone hearing your whimpers of his name. 

“- That’s it, let Minho hear who you belong to.”

Soon enough, he pushed your panties aside and slipped in your soaked cunt, both of you not able to keep your noises down anymore. You couldn't believe he had the nerves to be mad about you for flirting with another man, but it was also stroking your ego. 

“- Only I can fuck you this good, understood ? Your pussy is mine baby.”

Seungmin knew that he shouldn’t do that, that he shouldn’t say that, but it felt too good to stop now. He will keep on claiming that he hates you though, but behind closed doors, both of you knew that he'll do anything for another taste of your cunt.  

YANG JEONGIN - LOST IN THE FIRE

"I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on." 

→ When Jeongin talked to you about not being able to see many girls because of his job, he never thought that you would offer your help, but was he complaining ? No. Not at all. You were all he could have dreamt of : you were pliant when he wanted you to, you were down to take control and make him cry when he needed you to. And you loved to experiment just as much as him. He had told you one time how much it aroused him to think about being woken up with sex, but he clearly didn’t expect you to actually do it one day.

“- F-Fuck ! This is the best morning of my life…”

Your chuckles were quickly knocked off your throat, a whine escaping you instead as you kept on riding Jeongin. His hands came to your waist, not doing anything other than feeling up your body. There was no rush, only a slow, slow pace that felt not enough but too much at the same time. 

“- You were so good to me last night, wanted to do something for you Innie.”

The boy threw his head back, moaning a little louder. He spent the said last night between your legs, pushing you over the edge as much time as you wanted to and satisfied with grinding against the sheets. And it was totally worth it if that was his reward. 

“- Oh my god ! Y/N… I’m gonna cum… 

- Go on, fill me up pretty boy.”

Yes, definitely worth it. 

"I can’t lose you babe."

→ Feeling someone slip through your fingers was really not fun, and Jeongin felt his heart sink down his throat as he witnessed you making out with Chan. He knew it was only for this stupid game of truth and dare, knew that it was only for shit and giggles. But what if it wasn’t ? What if you realized you needed more than him ? What if you noticed that he wasn’t good enough for you ? That night, even if the guys where all home, he fucked you rough, and made you cry his name so loudly that it was impossible for them not to hear you. 

“- My throat is so fucking sore…”

Jeongin felt guilty immediately after, cleaning you up really carefully and bringing you a hot cup of milk mixed up with some honey to ease your strained voice. During the whole process, he wouldn’t look too long into your eyes, afraid of what he’ll see in them. 

“- Why are you acting like that, Jeongin ?”

He shrugged his shoulders but kept you as close to him as possible that night. He wasn’t ready to lose you, not at all. But by the way you were always looking at him like had casted a spell on you, he should’ve guessed. He ignited a fire in you that only he could tame. But it was only a question of time before he’ll realize that the same flames were devouring his heart and yours.

-> i don't allow any copies, reposts or translations of my work.

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Chase Away the Nightmares

Azriel x reader

Warnings: ddlg, mentions of kidnapping

Covered in sweat, heart pounding, you jolt awake in bed. Your breaths quick as your chest heaves. Looking around the dimly lit room you see Azriel still isn’t in bed which causes your anxiety to skyrocket. The dream you just woke up from was not a kind one.

Your mind has been playing cruel tricks on you again.

Lately you’ve been terrified of the missions Azriel has been sent on. He never gives you all the details, but you know where he goes and who he’s after. Sometimes.

Tonight was another bad dream of a mission gone wrong. Azriel wasn’t aware of your nightmares. You didn’t want to bother him with something so minuscule.

Your hands were trembling as you hugged Binx to your chest. Screwing your eyes shut you tried to steady your breathing. As you curl into yourself further, thick tears start falling down your cheeks.

It quickly became clear to you that you couldn’t handle this on your own. You need to find Azriel, he’ll know how to calm you down.

One of the little shadows that stays with you gently circled your wrist. Floating away, it waited by the door for you to follow.

The little shadow led you down the hall to the stairs. Azriel had decided to put his office on the first floor when you first moved into the house. He felt better keeping it away from your bedroom so he wouldn’t be tempted to work all night.

The little shadow dropped to the floor, quickly scurrying back to Azriel’s shoulder. You paused for a moment outside the door. You were trying to think but couldn’t. Too focused on how much you needed him to take care of you right now.

Pushing through the slightly open door you make a beeline for Az. He perks up in his desk chair, worry written across his face. Az holds his arms open for you as you collapse into his embrace, burying your face in his neck as you sob.

Azriel softly shushes you as he rubs a gentle hand up and down your back while the other cradles your head. “It’s ok princess. I got you, it was just a bad dream.” He kept repeating the calming words as he carried you back to bed, deciding to abandon his work for the evening.

He should’ve been hours ago. Azriel tucked you in around eight and it was well past midnight at this point. Setting you down on the bed he lets go of you, giving you a quick kiss on your head whispering, “I’ll be right back.” You nod, wiping at what’s left of your tears.

Azriel quickly changes into his black threadbare sleep pants. He skips putting on a shirt knowing skin-to-skin contact helps after a nightmare. As soon as Azriel is in bed you curl up on his lap again. Azriel’s arms instinctively wrap around you as you rest against his chest. “Tell me what happened baby.” He said softly.

You sniffled and looked up at him with sad eyes and a deep pout. “I’ve been worried about your missions lately. I’ve been having nightmares and tonight was a bad one.” Fresh tears escaped from the corners of your eyes. The pad of Azriel’s rough thumb wipes them from your cheek. Taking a shaky breath you keep going. “The one tonight was new. You came home and a bad guy was taking me from you.” You started crying harder as the images of your dream replayed in your mind.

Azriel hugged you tighter to his chest, slightly rocking back and forth to calm you. “No one is ever going to take you away from me, princess. Never ever.” “You mean it daddy?” “Of course I do. You’re so precious to me baby, I’d never let anything bad happen to you.”

You nod against his chest. Your eyelids start to droop now that the adrenaline from your nightmare is wearing off. “Will you cuddle me all night daddy?” “Always.” Azriel moves so you’re laying on top of him under the covers. You rest your head above Azriel’s heart. As you started to drift off you felt the soft touch of his hands moving up and down your spine and the light humming of your favorite lullaby.

[aphroditelovesu]

The Lost Queen - Christmas Special

— summary: With Christmas time approaching, you have to make sure that peace reigns in your apartment. The only problem is that his companions from two thousand years ago are in it.

— lady l: I know, it's late, but you already know me lol. Hope you like it! There may be small spoilers for future chapters, but nothing very explicit. Merry belated Christmas and a great New Year! Forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️🎁

— warnings: light spoilers for future chapters of TLQ and fluff.

— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

— wordcount: 1,963.

— the lost queen series masterlist.

— taglist: @devils-blackrose, @faerykingdom, @hadesnewpersephone, @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 , @kadu-5607, @zoleea-exultant, @borntoexplore11-blog , @wisdomcrys , @silmawensgarden .

It was Christmas Eve in the city, and twinkling lights decorated the streets, transforming the place into a spectacle of vibrant colors. The tall buildings sparkled with festive garlands and decorations, reflecting the Christmas spirit that enveloped everyone.

In the central squares, a special fair enchanted passers-by. Stalls sold everything from traditional gastronomic delights to unique crafts, while local musicians played Christmas carols, filling the air with comforting melodies.

Families strolled the streets, wrapped in warm coats and warm smiles. Children ran excitedly, eager for Santa Claus to arrive. The artificial snow fell gently, creating a magical setting for that special moment.

In a cozy apartment, a strange group were gathered to share stories and gifts or try to understand Christmas traditions. Laughter echoed in the corners, mixing with the aroma of hot chocolate and freshly baked cookies.

It was chaos. Your apartment was in chaos. A baby crying, men fighting about everything and asking you questions that irritated you deeply. But it was almost Christmas and you weren't going to let your bad mood or the fights those men were having ruin that day. You were almost certain that one of your neighbors would call the police if they continued like this.

''(Y/N), how does this even work?'' You turned to the person who asked you and smiled slightly when you noticed Hephaestion holding some rolled up blinkers in his hand. He looked at them as if they were the most perplexing and enigmatic thing in the world. Maybe, for him, it really was.

''You have to curl up against the tree and I'll do the rest.'' You explained, as you rocked Cyrus in your arms, trying to make him take a nap.

Hephaestion frowned and stared at the wires with suspicion shining in his eyes but headed towards the Christmas tree that stood in the middle of your living room.

''(Y/N)!'' You looked at Nearchus who appeared from your kitchen with an empty white ceramic cup, previously filled with hot chocolate, ''Do you have any more of that? It's delicious.''

A corner of your mouth curled up, ''On the stove.'' He stared at you confused, still not understanding the modern words properly, ''On top of the huge iron box.'' You explained gently. Nearchus winked at you and headed towards your kitchen, looking for more hot chocolate.

You ignored the others as you led Cyrus to his room, careful not to wake him. You smiled when you saw Alexander sitting in the armchair next to a crib, with Aella in his arms.

''Shh…'' He whispered to you, cradling the little princess in his arms carefully, ''She fell asleep just now.''

''This one,'' You nodded to the baby on her lap, ''also just fell asleep.''

Alexander smiled and carefully got up from the chair and placed Aella in the crib, stroking the baby's serene face in the process. You followed his lead, placing Cyrus next to his sister.

''How are the others?'' He asked you after pulling you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist. You smiled and placed your head on his shoulder.

''Well I think. Cleitus and Cassander were fighting over some ornaments and poor Hephaestion looked like his mind was going to break trying to untangle the blinkers.''

He laughed at your response and pulled away a little, kissing your forehead affectionately.

''It will take time for them to… Get used to all this. The gods know how long it took me.'' You suppressed a laugh as you remembered the first time he arrived in the modern world. Curiosity like that of a child or the time he wanted to attack a car because he thought it was a monster.

Gods, you had so much fun during that time. You would always fondly remember those memories.

''I can't believe it's been a year since all that.'' You mumbled. Alexander caressed your face with the palm of his hand, squeezing your cheek gently.

''Neither do I.'' He replied and kissed your lips quickly.

You smiled, your gaze sweet. Alexander blinked at you, all in love. Oh, you really loved that man. That time when you were scared and terrified was gone, now you were in love.

Hell, you were a woman in love, married with two children. There it is, something you never thought would happen so soon.

"Do you know about Perdiccas?" Alexander's body stiffened at the mention of his General and he slowly nodded yes, "Where is he then?"

Alexander shrugged, but you noticed the tension there, the anger, the barely contained jealousy, "On the balcony."

You nodded and kissed his lips passionately, "Try to be kinder to him. Perdiccas made mistakes in the past, but he doesn't deserve to be ignored or despised by you or anyone else. It was just a mistake and to make mistakes is human."

Alexander frowned, irritated, "I would hardly call that a mistake."

You bit your lower lip, remembering the fury, the hatred that Alexander had become when he found out about his General, his friend, plans. He had been so hurt and so furious, it had been a miracle that Perdiccas was not executed.

A miracle thanks to you, who convinced him otherwise. You shook your head quickly, as if you were trying to get rid of the bad thoughts that were plaguing you. From those dark and pain-filled days.

Everything was in the past now.

"It's Christmas time, time to forgive." You batted your eyelashes at him and Alexander smiled.

"I don't celebrate Christmas. But I can't deny that it's an interesting holiday." Alexander murmured and you stroked his stubble, "But I'll try my best for you."

"Thank you. That will be enough." You kissed him quickly and left the twins' bedroom, going to the apartment's balcony. You rolled your eyes in amusement as you passed by the room, hearing Cassander and Cleitus fighting over who should put the star on top of the tree. Hephaestion called them idiots and Ptolemy and Nearchus just laughed.

You opened the balcony door and immediately a wave of cold passed through your bones and you shivered a little, even more so when you saw Perdiccas sitting on a bench there and watching the decorated street, the cars and the people walking hurriedly.

"Everyone seems rushed." Perdiccas commented, without taking his eyes off the street. His face was pale and his lips were slightly chapped from the cold.

Your heart sank when you saw him like that. Despite everything you've been through, the mistakes you made, the pain… You would always care about him.

Sighing heavily, you sat down next to him, hissing when you felt your legs go cold.

Perdiccas finally turned to you and there was a deep sadness in those once warm and gentle eyes.

"It's Christmas…" You mumbled, not knowing what to say. It used to be so easy to talk to him, but now it was like there was a ball in your throat that prevented you from talking.

Perdiccas just stared at you, longing shining in his eyes.

"I-It's cold out here… You should go inside, you might catch a cold or something worse." You mumbled, curling your toes.

"I don't think the others would like that." Perdiccas shook his head, looking at his feet.

"Don't say that. Ptolemy asked about you just now." You murmured, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Perdiccas laughed softly, but it was a sad laugh, "There's no need to lie, (Y/N). I know how you all of you feel about me, after everything that's happened."

You shook your head, "No, you don't. The others have nothing to do with what happened, they don't know everything. Only you and I know the truth."

Perdiccas pursed his chapped lips, "It makes no difference to them. Alexander hates me and because of that, they hate me."

Your heart ached at how sad, how broken Perdiccas's voice had sounded.

"I don't hate you and neither will anyone ever hate you." You smiled at him and stood up, facing him, "Come with us. It's Christmas, a time of peace and reconciliation."

Perdiccas just stared at your hand as you held it out to him, "I… I'm not familiar with Christmas…"

You smiled widely, "Then I would be happy to give you a history lesson on Christmas and what it means."

For the first time, Perdiccas' eyes shone with something other than sadness. Hope. A spark of hope shone in those beautiful blue eyes.

When he held your hand and stood up, discreetly stroking your gloved fingers, it didn't seem so cold anymore.

The hours passed quickly and although Perdiccas was reluctant, he sat down with his former friends and to his surprise, everyone was kind. Even Cassander held his tongue.

They were sharing childhood stories while you and Alexander fixed the tree. It was a little late to put up your tree, considering it was December 24th, but you hadn't had time these last few days.

Aella and Cyrus had already woken up from their nap and were being held by Hephaestion and Cleitus, who were playing with the babies.

As the night continued, you drank, some wine and some hot chocolate. Since you were still breastfeeding, you only drank hot chocolate.

"So what's the story of Christmas?" Cleitus asked. Everyone turned to you. Even Perdiccas, who had already heard the story.

"It depends on the culture, but the general consensus is that it is the birth of Jesus Christ." You said, adjusting a little ball.

"Jesus Christ?" Ptolemy asked, confused.

"The Savior, son of God for the Christian Religion. They say he was born on December 25th and since then we celebrate Christmas." You explained, after finishing arranging the tree. You sat on the couch, next to Hephaestion and Alexander followed suit.

"Oh…" Cassander said, drinking some wine.

"But the historical origin says that Christmas has its roots in pagan Winter Solstice celebrations, later adapted by the Christian Church in the fourth century to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ. December 25th was chosen as the official date for this celebration ." You explained, remembering what you had read in a history book once.

They just nodded, not understanding everything you said. You laughed softly.

It was different, a different Christmas. You always spent it with your family or friends, but never with men from the past, literally. It was fun and iconic.

"Ah, it's almost midnight!" You exclaimed as you looked at the clock, it was just a few minutes until Christmas. You looked at your children and smiled.

While they waited for midnight, Ptolemy and Perdiccas talked about something. Cassander, Cleitus and Nearchus argued about an old childhood story and Hephaestion, Alexander and you just watched the twins with affection.

When it finally struck midnight, you got up from the couch and started hugging them and wishing them Merry Christmas. They looked confused but hugged you back and congratulated you the same.

They began to do the same to each other. You watched happily, until it was Perdiccas and Alexander's turn. You felt your hands start to sweat.

Alexander quickly looked at you and said, "Merry Christmas, my friend."

Gasps were heard, but you didn't listen, you just watched them. The way Perdiccas' face lit up and he hugged Alexander.

"Merry Christmas, my friend." Perdiccas said, hugging Alexander.

You smiled, feeling tears on his face. It seemed that peace would finally reign again. Christmas truly was a time of peace and reconciliation.

[sturniolos-blog]

Double Trouble - Christopher Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - fluff, cute, kissing, swearing, slight arguing.

based on this request ‼️‼️

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4:48am

I groan as Lacey starts crying.

“Chris..” I mutter as he snores softly with his arm lazily draped over my waist.

I sit up and rub my eyes, “Chris!” I say louder.

He huffs, “Mm.. yeah?” He mumbles tiredly, him resting his head into my side as i tap his head.

Lacey’s cry gets louder.

“Can you go get Lacey before she wakes up mas-”

I get cut off by a second cry starting. I groan.

“Okay, i’ll go take care of both of them.” I scoff, he mutters something incoherent before i get out of bed, crossing my arms over my chest, i was wearing one of Chris’s t shirts and a pair of shorts i had, i was freezing.

I walk into Lacey and Masons room, i walk between both their cribs that are next to each other.

Lacey and Mason are standing up in their cribs, putting their arms out for me to pick them up.

I sigh and grab Lacey first, kissing her head as she lets out a couple whines and whimpers before putting her thumb in her mouth and resting her head on my shoulder, i sway back and forth before i pick up Mason with my free hand, holding both of them as i kiss his head but he continues crying.

Chris walks in the room, no shirt on just shorts. He rubs his eyes and stretches, “What’s wrong?” He asks, walking over to me and taking Mason from my arms.

“If i knew i’d let you know but i clearly don’t so don’t ask.” I snap, now holding Lacey regularly and rocking her back and forth.

“Okay, cal-” Chris clears his throat, he knows i hate it when he tells me to calm down. “Just take a breath, they’re one so maybe they are just-”

Lacey cuts off chris by sneezing and coughing, she lifts her head up and i see her nose running.

I sigh, “She’s definitely sick..” I rub my forehead.

Mason coughs and sneezes too, “Mason too.” Chris says.

“What do we do?” I ask as Lacey lets out another sneeze.

“Put them too sleep.” Chris says, sitting down in one of the comfy chairs in the room, i sit down in the one next to it and sigh, putting Lacey on my chest as she hums and rests her head in the crook of my neck, i rub her back kiss her cheek.

Chris does the same but puts a hand on my thigh, stroking back and forth with his thumb.

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6:14am

I wake up too a silent house, besides chris’s breath in my ear as he practically lays on top of me.

I let out a soft sound while trying to push chris off of me. “Babe.” I whisper, kissing his head and running my fingers through his hair.

He lets out a mumbled groan.

I try to shove him off of me, “Chris come on, babe.” I sigh.

He rolls off of me but goes back to sleep.

I get up and walk to the twins room, slowly opening the door, i see Mason up smiling when he sees me peak in. I smile at him and walk in, trying to be quiet with my feet.

He reaches his arms up for me too pick him up, letting out a small whine.

“Sh, sh, sh.” I hush, hoping he doesn’t wake up Lacey.

I pick him up and rock him slightly, he giggles as i walk out of the room.

“Alright baby,” I look at him and notice his red cheeks, and his runny nose.

I push his hair back with my fingers, “Poor baby…” I whisper.

“Let’s go get a tissue.” I coo, rocking him slightly,

I see Chris and I’s room door open, Chris stretches and scratches his chest. Smiling as he sees me with Mason.

Mason giggles and points at Chris, “Who’s that? huh?” I laugh.

“Hey kiddo..” Chris says walking up too us, Chris kisses the corner of my lips, “Hey mama..” Chris eyes flicker back to mason, he seems to notice his nose running and his red cheeks. “Buddy is sick.” Chris says softly.

I nod, “We are going to get a tissue, and Lacey is not up yet.” I say, kissing Masons red cheek.

“Okay, i’ll be right down stairs.” Chris smiles.

I start walking downstairs and grabbing a tissue from the coffee table in the living room.

Mason sneezes, “Aw baby.” I whisper, putting the tissue up too his nose and wiping his snot.

“Yuck..” I mutter. Throwing the tissue away as Chris walks downstairs with Lacey in his arms, he put on a shirt too.

I sigh, “Please tell me you didn’t wake her up, Chris.” I deadpan.

He gasped dramatically, “I would never do such a thing! Right lacey?” He tickles her as she giggles.

“She’s sick, chris, she needs to rest," I sigh as i shake my head.

Chris scoffs, "She's fine, right mama?" Chris looks at Lacey as she giggles before letting out a sneeze.

"You're crazy." I say.

"You'll live." Chris laughs.

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So that is it tell me why it took like a billion years for me to post this and it wasn't even a good ending i literally only have like 5 requests and im spazzing out okay anyway love you guys and i hope you like this and if you don't i 100% understand

Taglist: @sturniolosmind @novasturniolo03

[banggyu0308]

hi i love ur writing :) could you do smthn where soobin catches the reader staring at his fingers while he was writing and gets rlly cocky about it T-T

OHHH HE WOULD HAHA-

What Are You Looking At~? // Choi Soobin

dom!soobin x sub!fem!reader

Summary: you can’t help but look at Soobin’s hands whenever he’s doing something with them. Especially when he’s sitting at the table, lips pursed cutely in concentration, focusing on writing a new song. You didn’t expect him to catch you staring, though

genre: smut

Warnings: quirofilia , begging , fingering , Soobin calls the reader ‘baby’ , cunnilingus , squirting , finger sucking , not proofread 

word count: 1.2k

His fingers wrapped around the pen, lips pursed out, sitting at the dinner table, Soobin is one of the cutest sights you’ve ever seen. He scribbles something down, occasionally scratching it out, his brows furrowed, and the thoughts running through your head should be innocent ones.

Key word: should.

They aren’t, actually. His fingers of the hand not holding the pen tap against the tabletop, the other hand practically suffocating the pen.

And all you can think about is his fingers shoved in your cunt, the smirk on his face as he makes you a mess.

You’re so far gone in your fantasy that you don’t come to until he snaps in front of your face, smiling at you with a teasing look in his eyes.

“Whatcha looking at?” Soobin grins, pen lying on the table now, no longer important.

You blush, looking away when he takes your hand in his, tracing circles on your palm. “Oh… nothing, I just spaced out…”

He smirks lightly, raising his eyebrows. “You actually seemed pretty intently focused… on me. So, what are you looking at~?”

You bite your lip in embarrassment, your heart speeding up slightly, pounding in your ears. “You just said it, didn’t you? I was looking at you.”

“At my hands. What were you thinking, baby?” Soobin’s perfect, heart shaped lips that turn up in the corners are pulled into a smirk, his hand moving to cup your face, thumb tracing your lips.

Fuck. You’re absolutely caught. Usually you can get away with looking for just a bit, and he doesn’t notice, but somehow today is different. “Nothing, I told you…”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, if you tell me I can help you,” he coos, his face close to yours, breath tickling your cheek.

You inhale sharply when his lips brush yours, feather light, teasing almost. “Was thinking about your hands…” you whisper, eyes wide.

He chuckles slightly, eyes locked on you. “I know that baby, tell me what you were thinking~”

Your breathing grows heavier. “Want them to touch me, Soobin.”

“Yeah? Where?”

Your hands take his and draw them across your hips, moving so his fingers grip your waist. “You know…”

“Tell me, baby..~” he smirks, lips touching your neck, pressing light kisses, before nipping your skin, making you quiver with pleasure.

“Want you down here,” you whisper, gesturing to your thighs, which are currently pressed tight together, your aching core begging to be touched.

“Where?”

“Please, Soobin, no more, no more, need you…” you plea, brows furrowed in the slight pleasure that rocking against your chair awards you.

“Tell me where you need me, and I’ll touch you,” Soobin smirks, pulling you so you’re in his lap on the couch, your wetness placed just above his growing erection.

Your hips grind down onto him, cause you’re such a needy little girl, fucking yourself against him, cause all you want is for him to touch you with those fingers of his.

His head leans back, lips parted as he lets you, his hardness pressed firm against your thigh. A small moan of pleasure leaves him and he ruts back against you slightly, then pauses, lips moving to your neck. He licks a line from your collarbone to your jaw, messing with the hem of your shirt.

“Tell me, baby..~” he hums against your skin.

“Need you to touch my pussy, please please please!” You cry out when he bucks his hips perfectly against your clit.

“Yeah? Need me to touch your pretty little cunt?” He smirks, repeating his action, your breathing growing laborious against his neck.

You nod quickly, shuddering with the ecstasy running through your veins. “Please Soobin…”

His fingers trail down your torso, slipping beneath your waistband, then gently caress your clit through the soaked fabric. A shaky moan is coaxed from your mouth when he touches you, shivers down your back. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby..” Soobin’s lips travel to your chest, and he removes your clothes quickly, the fire under your skin untamable.

You can’t even respond, your back arched against him, leaning into his touch. You don’t protest when he moves you from his lap, but you do inhale sharply when he props you up perfectly on the couch so that he’s between your legs.

His fingers grip your thighs as he kisses from your belly button down to your heat, and you’re practically a trembling mess already.

A tentative lick to your clit makes you gasp again, your breath shuddering out into the hand you’ve placed over your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut as small tingles head from your core to your spine. You practically whine when Soobin’s hands leave your body, but your eyes fly open the moment his fingertip taps your entrance. There’s no way you’re gonna keep your eyes shut for this.

Soobin smiles cockily up at you from between your legs, then, without warning, sinks one slender digit into you.

Your eyes train on his fingers, the two pumping in and out of you, curling to reach the most perfect spot inside you, and it practically makes you cum on the spot.

The fact that you had been fantasizing about this not ten minutes ago makes your head spin.

Only a few moments later, Soobin has three fingers in you, his thumb toying with your clit, the contact only intensifying the sensations running over your burning hot skin. When his eyes lock on yours again, the look in his eyes causes tantalizing pleasure to spread through your entire body. 

Your voice choked, you manage to get out, “Soobin, gon’ cum, don’t stop, please!”

He hums against your thigh, which is now littered with marks from his teeth. “Yeah? Pretty baby is gonna cum?”

You jerk your head in a nod, hips rocking into his fingers. A little whimper of a response leaves your lips.

“Should I let my baby cum?”

You nod again.

Soobin tsks. “Baby’s been awfully quiet… do you think she deserves to cum?”

You try to respond, but all you can do is stutter, little whines from your throat.

“What was that? Baby has to tell me if she thinks she should cum.” He smirks, fully aware of the fact that as long as his fingers are buried inside you, you are completely and utterly incapable of replying.

You bite your lip, open your mouth one last time to try and speak. Your voice is breathy and slightly incoherent. “Please, Soobin, let me cum, please, ‘ve been good, please!”

You trail off into a little yelp of pleasure at the end of your sentence because Soobin’s fingers press perfectly against your g-spot, and it’s all you can do to keep from cumming all over his fingers.

“N/N has been good… alright baby, go ahead and cum,” he decides, fingering you hard and fast while he speaks.

Your moans turn into high pitched whimpers, your orgasm building in intensity before racking your entire body.

Your eyes screw shut as you cum, and a noise of approval and surprise coming from Soobin makes you open them again.

His shirt is soaked, and when he pulls his fingers out of your dripping cunt, he places them to your lips. You eagerly open your mouth, sucking on his fingers covered with your arousal.

Little mewls leave you with his fingers in your mouth, and when he finally removes them, he moves to kiss you.

“How cute… baby squirted all over my fingers.

“You wanna try that again on my cock?”

[bahbzxxx]

Sick! Venti X Traveler!Reader (SFW)

(In which his sickness was caused by getting his gnosis taken cause Huh sis that hurt even watching. But HAH he’s getting ✨better✨ while S*gnora is a pile of ashes lolsies)

There’s only one set of eyes on your mind as you race through the serenitea pot that’s much too big for your liking. If you were focused on your environment, Everything everywhere would make you want to explode into a pile of stardust here and now. Only the thought of not finding him would make you want to do that.

You approach the guestroom. Venti has been staying with you for a little while, recuperating. He will do it once in a while… when he needs a place to hide because the sickness is too hard to cope with alone. Sometimes, his stays are very long…and they seem to get a little longer, every time. He insists that it’s because he enjoys being with you, and he’s really recovering, but by not. But you know He will never feel the same… since…

No…NO.

You push the ice from your mind and how it still feels like frost blooms along your skin, only to penetrate it. It’s sharp.

You can only imagine how sharp it was for him…

With you just…there…doing nothing…

You knock on the side of the door, which is slightly ajar.

You hear a gentle hum, as well as footsteps and slight floorboard creaks from an owner too beautiful and divine for any land in the sea of stars you crossed.

Venti’s viridescent gaze envelops you in a fuzzy warm cloud as he opens the door. He is sleepily rubbing his eyes with his eyebrows furrowed. His expression softens as he sees you…and he takes both your hands in his, and he takes you inside. He can sense your despair…so he closes the door behind him with a gentle pat.

You see that he has no corset on and wears flowy pants that are a touch wrinkled. There are light sleep lines on his face and peaking out of his sleeves…the tell tale signs that he had just been in a deep nap.

“Hmm… you’re done early today…hmm…got any stories for me?”

His voice is so husky…and you can hear his exhaustion.

He holds his hands out to you with a soft smile, sensing you could really use an ear.

The hug you give the archon is almost enough to crush his own lungs.

“Hmph~ oof!”

his unbuttoned shirt is now covered in your tears as you cry into his chest, squeezing into his soft waist as if it is your life-line.

“Mmmm? Mmm…”

His heart breaks when he realizes you’re crying. He wraps his arms around you, rubbing deep circles in your back and nuzzling the top of your head.

He lets out a large sigh, and it feels as if his body is deflating like an anemo slime.

“Windblume…oh, my sweet little Windblume…” he whispers softly into your hair, leaving kisses in between.

He knows why you’re being like this…and truly, he does understand, as much as he’d prefer if you weren’t worrying so much.

“I know. I know…but I’m okay. She’s all gone…shes not gonna hurt us anymore…she’s not gonna hurt you, hurt…hurt me…”

He feels you squeeze him tighter, and he hears your little hiccups. You’re crying harder now…

“Windblume… I’m fine…I’ll be fine…I’m recovering, mein liebling, I promise you…bit by bit…”

He keeps rubbing your back, taking deep, steady breaths. He continues whispering sweet comforts as he holds you for a while, rocking you back and forth as he leans his body against the wall.

After a while of standing, Venti feels a bit weak…he may have recovered a lot, but he still needs a bit more time.

“Come with me, love…”

Gently, he leads you to the fluffy chair he begged you for a while ago from the Cats Tail in the corner. He plops down with a heavy sigh, closing his eyes and leaning back.

“Ahhh…”

…

The bard opens his eyes, a bit upset that you haven’t joined him yet. He finds you standing there hesitantly, shyly watching over him while your eyes still sparkle with tears.

“Liebling…” He beckons, chuckling to lighten both your moods a little.

He reaches for your arm, and gently pulls you into his lap. He feels your hesitation, knowing that you’re scared even sitting in his lap could make things worse for him. He reassures you that this is oh so far from the truth.

“Uh-uh, no no no…I want you here with me…It’s okay…you make me feel better…”

He takes you in his arms once more, making sure you’re cozy in his lap.

“There we go…all comfy and cozy.”

He kisses your cheeks and your eyelids, as if he’s kissing your tears away.

You can tell he’s still lethargic based on the weight of his kisses…

“Now it’s my turn to suffocate you, hehe…”

He squeezes you to him, letting your head rest on his heart. It beats so steadily and slowly, like a gentle bass drum.

You sit like this for a while, You staring up at him, his chest he offers as your pillow as he takes his time kissing all over your face.

Naturally, despite all the worry you had, and still have, his viridescent gaze is so calming and soothing that you feel yourself growing sleepier and sleepier, much to his satisfaction. But…he sees that you’re still trying to fight it off, even when you’re safe in his arms and you can sleep. All this worrying about him… it made him sad, knowing that you probably were getting much less sleep than he was…

“My little warrior…you’ve been so worried about me…you’ve been so exhausted…you don’t need to hide that from me…” He sighs, moving the hair out of your face that just keeps coming back and hiding your precious eyes from him.

“…you know…I’m not quite used to someone being so concerned for my well-being…you remember that?”

You nod, and he purses his lips.

“I-I know…I know I worry you…” he continues softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“And as much as I want to give you a little bop on the head and tell you to stop that…”

He gives you a bop on the nose, hoping he can get you to giggle for him. Maybe just a crack of a smile even.

“That means…I’d have to stop getting worried with your adventures…I-I know, my Windblume…it may seem like you’ve seen just about everything…can do anything…but there’s always a part of me that’s just terrified…so scared you won’t come back to me…”

He tips your chin back up to him.

“But…you always manage to find a way back… Back to me…don’t you?” He smiles, bringing his nose closer to yours.

“I’ll even bet that you could be cursed by an evil sorceress on your travels, doomed to be an insect forever…”

Your eyes widen. You’d seen much worse, but nobody had done that…

“But…then I’d find a certain pretty little butterfly on my nose as I wake up from an afternoon nap…somehow, somewhere…”

You raise an eyebrow. You suppose you’re the pretty little butterfly in question…

He chuckles deeply, his chest vibrating against you.

“In other words…no matter how much I worry about you…somehow, even if it’s through a single thread of hope…I know that you’ll end up okay…right? Somehow…I really don’t know yet. You still truly amaze me…”

You giggle at the expression on his face.

“And…do I amaze you?”

You nod, a cute little blush on your face.

“Hmm…ok, then…let me amaze you with how, no matter how much you keep worrying about little old me…I’ll always be with you…and I’ll always find my way back to you…even if it’s just a tiny gust of wind…know that it’s me…do you understand, Liebling?”

You just smile, imagining to yourself how that would work. The bard takes that as a yes.

“Besides…you and I both know I’ve seen the rear end of much worse than this…and maybe…just maybe…I’m a little stronger than I’m given credit for…”

There’s a bit of bitterness tinged in his soft expression and tone…but it’s definitely not directed at you. That person is a pile of ashes now.

“Hmm.” He clears his throat. “So…”

He leans in to whisper into your ear. His tone lowers at least an octave.

“Trust me.”

It’s not a question. It’s not a request.

He presses his forehead to yours, his eyes enveloping yours. Your lips are almost touching, and you feel his breath on yours.

“Trust. Me…”

He closes the fragment of space between your lips. It starts out soft and sweet, but his kiss becomes heavier as he puts one arm around the small of your waist to keep your fellow sleepy self from slipping, and the other on your cheek.

He keeps kissing you, breathing the same mantra into you every time your lips part- “Trust me.”

You slip your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“I love you…I love you so much, mein liebling…I love you in a way that even a poet as myself couldn’t describe without making an utter fool of himself…”

His cheeks, already rosy, grow redder and redder and hotter everytime your lips touch and twist. You get so lost in this lush little wonderland that you feel you’re going to fall, even in his hold. The sensation startles you, and you panic. You gasp, clinging onto the fabric of his shirt. He lets out a whimpery and whiny groan.

“Oh…perhaps this isn’t quite the best idea, is it?”

He sighs, blowing his bangs out of his face.

You nod bashfully, an apology forming on your tongue. You slowly begin sliding off his lap, but his grip on your waist tightens.

“I had wanted to try and get out of bed today…maybe be useful and show you some of the poetry I had penned…but maybe…just maybe…”

There’s a gleam in his eye. It’s that gleam.

“Hmm…yep. Not today. Back to bed!”

You find yourself slung over his shoulder as he makes way back to the bed. Before you can scold him for obvious reasons, he’s already tossed you onto the bed, and the mattress is springing underneath his weight as he climbs onto the bed himself, looming on top of you.

He laughs as he ensnares you underneath him, your arms crossed and shaking your head. Your face is priceless, and he’s sure the winds of the far flung past, present, and future will never, ever forget it.

He feels a bit dizzy now…to not even his own surprise, so he flops down beside you, making the mattress bounce even more.

“Ahhh…that’s more like it…”

He weaves an arm under your body and around you to pull you closer to him.

“Now…where were we…oh, yes…”

You lean in for another kiss. You’re left hanging for a bit, and you can hear the smirk he’s wearing.

You open your eyes with a pout.

“Oh…don’t be like that…besides…aren’t we forgetting something? Hmm?”

He brings his braid to your face and brushes it against your cheeks and makes it do a little dance on your nose. He bops you on the nose once he’s done with the little dance.

Of course you have to undo his braids. Of course you do.

“There’s my Windblume…”

(is that angsty enough)

[downundergarfield]

Would it be cool if you did engi comforting crying child reader? He's like a dad to me lol

Sure, probably many of us found our parental figure in these silly dusty men

Engineer comforting crying child reader

As always, you were sitting in Uncle Dell’s workshop. Rocking back and forth on a chair, imagining that you are riding a real horse. Engineer often told you about how he rode horses and you always dreamed of trying it, but while he was working, he couldn’t take you horseback riding. That's why you just kept dreaming. And stagger on the chair, pretending to be a cowboy. You looked at the room, the tools hanging on hooks, the blueprints collected on the shelves, and some rolled out on the floor. Large iron shelves along the edges of the room. It seems it was a garage. Various pieces of iron lay in shabby boxes on the shelves. There was a minibar in the corner with a table and a couple of chairs in case the Engineer wanted a drink. You found it a very cozy place. Much more comfortable than what happened at your home. Your thoughts were interrupted by a crash from below, and then a free fall from the chair, ending with a not at all soft landing on your knees. You hissed, turning around and pulling your knees up. To your fear, behind the veil of tears, you noticed a smeared red mark on one of your knees. It became scary, any child would be scared, so you cried, rubbing your eyes with your sleeves. Your knee pinched and burned disgustingly, while you sobbed, angry at the chair that let you down. Behind your sobs, you didn’t even hear Dell come in; he quickly noticed something was wrong, throwing the bag of hardware on the floor by the door and running up to you. He hugs you, rocking you to sleep and stroking your head. The sound of his mechanical fingers moving calms you. You wipe your tears with your sleeves and look at him.

"-Quarreled with a chair, partner?"

He said softly, smiling and playfully throwing a look onto the now three-legged chair. You sniffled and nod your head. Dell chuckles, picking you up in his arms and sitting you on the table.

“-Kiddo, I told you already - don’t rock on a chair, it’s not a horse, it's a chair."

He says, opening the first aid kit and taking out bandages, cotton wool and Chlorhexidine. He carefully treats your wound when suddenly you sigh and he looks up with a worried look. "-What is it, are you hurt, baby?" You shake your head. "-I broke your chair, are you going to scold me?” Engineer breaks into a warm smile. "Of course not, I would have scolded the chair more for not holding you." He jokes it off, tickling your nose with his finger. “Besides, I can patch up this old thing, just like you.” He lets go of your leg and you see a bandage on your knee. Doesn't hurt at all.

"You're a very brave kid, you know that?"

He says looking into your eyes.

"And I'm still proud of you."

Dell turns to the chair, plopping it down on the table next to you, and you watch with interest as he nails a new leg on it. He puts the chair on the floor, as if it were brand new

"See, you're both even now!" He smiles, and you yourself, involuntarily smile, looking at your bandaged knee. Cured with love by Conagher

"Next time I'll bring you a toy horse, baby, so you can be a real cowboy." Said Engineer, picking you up and carrying you to the dining table.

[aneurinallday]

Green Eyes

Chapter 5: Sugar

When the knock on the door came, Alec took only a moment to answer - he’d been waiting for Thomas’s arrival. He opened the door a crack to peer cautiously out, then smiled and opened it fully.

“Mister Shelby,” he said, “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually come. You look nice.”

Thomas snorted - he looked the same as he always did.

Alec backed away from the door, making way for him to step through. Wearing a plain set of under-clothes, mended socks, and a weary expression, he was a far cry from the giggling, dolled-up beauty Thomas remembered him as. Somehow, he looked more exposed and vulnerable than he had while naked at the Arcadia.

But he was still beautiful.

Thomas Shelby entered the flat - a single room, sparsely furnished. A narrow bed with an iron frame was pushed against the wall, with a small rug at its foot, and beside it was an old metal tub for bathing in. There was damp mould creeping across the ceiling, no wallpaper to hide the cracks in the plaster, and only a broken radiator to keep away the chill.

As the door shut behind him, Thomas glanced around. His eyes fell upon a small cot in the corner, and a baby sitting in it, staring at him with dark green eyes. For a moment, all he could do was stand there and stare back in surprise.

“...You’ve got a kid?”

“Yes, as you can see,” Alec gently teased him. He walked to the cot and lifted out the infant, rocking her in his arms. “I suppose I don’t seem like the sort?”

“Not particularly.”

“Too silly?”

“Too young.”

“There have been younger fathers. Please, sit down.”

He offered the one chair, which Thomas accepted. Thomas instinctively reached for the cigarettes in his pockets, then remembered whose company he was in and stopped.

“How old is she?” he asked.

“Six months. Would you like to hold her?”

Before Thomas could reply, Alec handed the baby over. After a split-second of silent panic, Thomas’s muscle memory kicked in. He’d done this countless times before with Charles. An unfamiliar child was no different, surely. With excessive care, he began to bounce her in his arms.

“What’s her name?”

“Clara. You know, like the actress, Clara Bow? I want her to be a film star when she grows up. She’ll be rich and famous - I know she will.”

“…Clara, eh?” Thomas looked down at the baby in his arms. She looked back at him with curiosity. Her wispy blonde hair couldn’t look any different from Alec’s, but he thought he could see some similarity in the shape of her features. “Must be hard. Just you and her.”

“It is. But I get by. I always do. I’ve spent my whole life getting by.”

“Who looked after her while you were working at the club?”

“The neighbour, sometimes. Or I would bring her with me and the girls at the club would look after her, while they weren’t busy.” From the way Alec avoided his gaze, Thomas deduced that he’d had to leave the baby alone at least once.

“Do you bring customers back here, with her around?”

Alec didn’t answer.

Tiring of being in Thomas’s arms, the infant began to fuss. He quickly returned her to her father.

“She doesn’t like my face,” Thomas remarked.

“Well, you are a terrifying sight. Don’t worry, she’ll get used to you.”

Alec returned the baby to the cot, where she lay babbling and waving her tiny fists.

“Would you like some tea? I just boiled the kettle.”

“If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t have any sugar.”

“That’s fine.”

Thomas watched him move about the tiny kitchen, taking two cups from an overhead cupboard. They were mismatched and chipped.

“It’s not exactly the Arcadia in here. I hope you don’t mind,” Alec said as he fetched a jar of tea bags, “I’ve been meaning to get the place fixed up, but…other things keep getting in the way. ”

“I gave you ten pounds,” said Thomas. “I thought you’d use it to make a fresh start. Didn’t you put any aside?”

“I did. But the money…it goes fast.”

“Because of the kid?”

“Yes. She grows bigger all the time and it’s hard to keep up. She’s a good girl, but sometimes she gets sick. It’s criminal how much they charge for a few drops of medicine.”

Alec poured hot water into two cups. Thomas noticed how he only used one teabag - letting it steep in one cup before transferring it to another, squeezing out what little colour and flavour was left.

“Here you go, Mister Shelby.” Alec handed the stronger cup to Thomas, keeping the weak cup for himself. He perched on the edge of the bed, wincing as he did so. Unconsciously, he put his hand to his side.

“What’s wrong?” Thomas asked.

“Nothing.”

“You’re hurt. What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” the young man repeated, “Just a client got a bit carried away, that’s all. Kicked me in the ribs.”

“Who was he?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does. Tell me, who was he? What was his name?”

“I don’t know their names - I never ask them anything about themselves. In my line of work, discretion is key.”

“You must know something about the people you invite back here. Give me something. I’ll send my boys to teach him a lesson.”

“Please, don’t start any trouble,” Alec said wearily, “I’ve had plenty of clients like him. I’ll be fine. I knew he was going to hit me…I just didn’t know how badly. Besides, I told you about Mister Cobb beating me, and you didn’t send anyone after him. You let it slide because he pays you a fat cut of his profits, right? So why the sudden concern about my safety?”

Thomas was silenced.

“Anyway, let’s not argue again. You’re my guest.”

For a while, they sat in silence and sipped their tea.

“...Do you get hurt often?” Thomas asked.

Alec sighed at his persistence, but answered nonetheless.

“It depends. Sometimes they start but then stop, because they realise it’s not the same as what they fantasised. Sometimes they keep going and…and going. I’m never sure what to expect, so I just hope for the best.”

“How do you keep them in check?”

“I don’t. I need the money,” Alec said bluntly, “I get so few customers now, I can’t afford to disappoint them.”

He took another sip of his weak, watered-down tea.

“When I was at the Arcadia, Mister Cobb protected me. He would throw out any customers who went too far, and ban them from coming back.”

“So he does have scruples?”

“…Well, no. Sort of. He didn’t mind if we got hurt, but he hated when they left marks on us. He said it was property damage and it was harmful to his business. He has very high - ”

“Very high standards, I know. So I keep hearing.”

“...That’s right. Mister Cobb is very protective of his revenue.”

The silence returned. In the street outside, a glass bottle smashed and a large dog barked. Alec shifted position, and winced again as his ribs reminded him of what they’d been through.

“Mister Shelby, I’d…I’d…Please don’t take offence, but I’d like you to go now.”

“Have I upset you?”

“No, no. I’ve had a long day and I’m tired.”

“Alright.” Thomas stood. “Thanks for the tea.”

Alec looked up at him, taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected Thomas to respect his wishes with so little pressure.

“You don’t mind, do you?” he asked.

“No. Why would I?”

Belatedly, Alec put his cup aside and jumped to his feet. As if Thomas needed to be shown out of a one-room flat, he walked his guest the few feet to the door, and let him out. On the landing, Thomas turned to face him.

“Can I come and see you again?”

“As a client?”

“No. Just to check on you. You and the kid.”

“Are you sure that’s all you want?” Alec smiled awkwardly, and leaned against the door-frame. For a moment, he almost seemed like his old flirtatious self again. But his tone was self-deprecating, almost sheepish, as if he didn’t believe Thomas could possibly find him attractive in this state.

“Yes, it is,” said Thomas firmly.

“I’m free on Wednesday if you are.”

“I’ll be busy.”

“How about Thursday then?”

“Thursday it is.”

For a moment, Thomas had the odd feeling that their farewell was missing something - that he should kiss Alec goodbye or at least hug him - but the sentiment quickly passed. Thomas Shelby wasn’t a man who believed in open affection.

Before he could find words to fill the silence, Alec filled it for him.

“Are we friends again, Mister Shelby?”

“Would you like us to be?”

“Yes. I think I would.”

“Then we are.”

“I don’t know why, but that makes me happy,” Alec said, “Goodnight, Mister Shelby.”

He softly closed the door.

“Goodnight,” Thomas thought, but didn’t reply.

[kylobith]

The Little Tiefling (Gale of Waterdeep x Tav)

Word count: 2,955

One afternoon, as Tav takes a nap, Gale seizes the opportunity to bond with their three-month-old daughter by reading her a story.

Clad in his purple robes, Gale closes the bedroom door as softly as he can, wincing as the hinges and the wood creak. Before walking away, he perks up his ears, awaiting any grumble or moan from the other side. Nothing.

Relieved that he was gentle enough not to wake his partner, he tiptoes to the stairs, only to be interrupted by a loud cry. Months ago, he would have pictured himself whimpering and sobbing along upon hearing this sound so often in a row. Still, now that he was in the thick of it, nothing could eff the smile on his face. Sure, some days are more demanding than others, but he is more than grateful to any deity above to have been granted the privilege to experience it. It is a second chance, one most craved and prayed for.

So, Gale renounces the little free time he planned for himself rather gladly. He slithers towards the nursery at the end of the hallway, careful not to cause any more ruckus than the baby already does. Once inside, his face illuminates at the sight of the squirming little thing in her crib, grabbing at the air while screaming her lungs out.

‘Hey there, sunshine,’ he coos. ‘Awake already, aren't we?’

He bends over the cot and picks up his daughter, pressing a few kisses to her cheek before cradling her in his arms. In a mere instant, he is a man transformed. Tenderness and affection radiate from his twinkling eyes while the most beaming grin burns onto his cheeks. As he has so often done since he first beheld his partner, he cannot help but think that his arms were designed for two things: for holding his beloved Tav and for carrying his child.

Gale caresses the thick, feathery hair on the child's head, kissing her forehead while rocking her. Sooner than he anticipated, the baby calms down, but a nose scrunch remains on her little face. He walks out of the nursery and heads downstairs, momentarily setting her down into her lounge chair in the kitchen so he can prepare a bottle. He sings to the two of them all the while, occasionally spinning on his heel to coo the lyrics at his daughter while making silly faces. She watches her father with round eyes, drooling over her knuckles.

With a giggle, he picks her up and takes the bottle to the living room, feeding her on the couch.

‘Sorry, little one, it's just us this afternoon. Mum needed a break.’

His daughter eyes him again, her face finally relaxing now that she is eating. He chuckles and extends his index finger to poke her tiny nose.

‘But that means that you and I can catch up a little! So, tell me, how's life treating you?’

Silence. Of course, there would be.

‘Oh, I see! Many new things to explore, huh? Don't worry, that never stops. That's what’s so exciting about life if you ask me.’

The suckling noises fill the air, and he could not be more elated to have this quiet moment with his baby.

‘You know, adventures will await you at every corner of the world,’ he speaks fondly, already imagining her growing up. ‘It will be up to you to accept challenges or to deny them. Of course, you won't always do exactly what you like every time, and that's quite alright. You'll need that to evolve and enlighten yourself beyond books. But when you feel uncomfortable engaging in something, know you have the right to say no. It’ll spare you much heartbreak and pain, trust me. Promise you'll do just that?’

He stares at his daughter briefly before laughing to himself.

‘That's right, you're just a baby. I'll take your silence as a promise for now, though. Sorry that your old man needs a little reassurance now and then. He'll need much more once you grow up, especially if you dabble in magic. Don't want you summoning a bloodthirsty creature and unleashing it on the city, now, do we?’

Gale grins and gazes at the girl, remaining silent as she drinks the rest of the bottle. Once he finishes the feeding routine, he carries her around the house on a whim, showing her the view from each window and pointing at everything to be seen. He tells her about the bustling streets of Baldur’s Gate, the sweet smells whenever he passes the baker and how he always needs to restrain himself from heading inside to buy several pastries. He reminisces about strange encounters with locals and foreigners alike, those noteworthy enough for him to still grin whenever they cross his mind. He describes the hammering in the smithy in intricate detail, portraying it loud enough to resonate through the neighbouring streets.

When the baby fusses, he shoots glances around.

‘Oh, of course! Where's your owlbear, now?’

Before the child cries, he finds the little stuffed toy in the dining room, probably put away on top of the cabinet when Tav was too exhausted to think about where to put it. He grabs it and playfully rubs the toy's velvet beak against his daughter's nose, producing silly sounds he never thought he would indulge in when he was still single. The baby laughs, warming his heart and softening his traits.

‘How I love you, little one. Never doubt that.’

With another kiss on her forehead, he takes her to his library, which they now partly use as a playroom for the girl. The bottom shelves are long cleared of any of Gale's books, instead filled with baskets containing toys, games, emergency pacifiers, and bibs. It has become a new thing for Tara to nibble on the pacifiers as of late. It happens so often now that Tav has considered dedicating a separate budget for them alone.

A quilted throw lays on the ground, already dotted with stuffed toys and rattles. So much love has been woven into this blanket, skilfully created and sewn together by Tav during the pregnancy. Each square represents essential milestones in their lives, a work still in progress. A purple and black hole in a rock with a hand sticking out of it is embroidered on the first square, a playful nod to how Gale and Tav met. The following one pictures a serene scene by a campfire between the two, then the third shows them connected to the Weave. Tav's favourite square of all shows them under a colourful starry sky, the moment when she understood that she fell in love with the quirky wizard.

Other squares show Gale's proposal, their wedding, their new house, Tara, and her pregnancy. Another one features the two of them holding their newborn daughter, doting upon her. Possibly the most joyful event in their lives so far.

Gale gently places the child on the throw and sits next to her, not caring whether the belt of his robes is undoing itself, leaving the hems to gape around his torso. He shakes one of the rattles in front of her, but she seems more interested in nibbling the stuffed owlbear gifted by Karlach. He chuckles, knowing she would melt on the spot if she knew about it.

As father and daughter play and bond, it occurs to him that life could not improve from there. This is it, the pinnacle of his happiness. Teaching on weekdays while having enough time to coddle his wife and daughter, to study and read while petting Tara… No, it truly cannot get better than this.

When he senses that the child grows sleepy again, he puts down the toys and takes her in his arms.

‘Dozing off already? Am I this boring? Ah, I guess. One day, you will think that your mum and I are the dullest people you've ever met, but if only you knew why we became so…’

The girl yawns, and he giggles. No matter how often it occurred, it always filled him with such warmth.

‘But I think that your mum would kill me if I told you the story when you're not old enough. Or at all, actually. You need not be burdened with such things.’

Sitting her up on his hand, clutching her against his chest, he walks her over to a specific section of his library, making her look at the books.

‘Any favourite for today, duckling?’

Another yawn. Gale kisses the top of her head and finds his attention caught by a particular book in his collection. A beautiful edition, bound in green leather with gold embossings. It is one of the first books he purchased when Tav was expecting, in one of his many children's books rampages in the city. He wished to ensure that his child would never run out of stories to escape reality to, that their creativity would constantly be challenged and encouraged, and that the world would come to them when they could not take them into the world yet.

Sometimes, when the excitement or anxiety of becoming a parent seized him at night and ebbed him away from sleep's shores, he would pick one of the books and read to Tav's belly, caressing it with his fingertips lightly enough not to awake or disturb her. And just like that, fear would drift away, enabling him to swim back to the land of dreams.

‘How about The Little Tiefling, mh?’

Tilting his torso back, he reaches for the book and paces towards the armchair in the corner by the window. He sits down, propping his daughter against him and letting her curl up naturally, letting the sun filter through the windows onto her angelic face. His fingertips caress the embossed cover and flip it open to the first page.

‘The Little Tiefling,’ he announces with a hint of pride.

He clears his throat and adjusts his position to make them both more comfortable before starting to read aloud.

‘Once upon a time, there was a little tiefling named Yalaia. According to her mother, she had the most beautiful auburn hair, but according to her father, she had the cutest button nose in the realm. But there was one thing that Yalaia wished for above all else: horns.’

The door creaks open, and Gale's eyes dart to it, only to find Tara nudging it open and rubbing against the doorpost. With a grin playing on his lips, he beckoned her over with a nod.

‘Oh, hi, Tara! Come to listen to the story, too? Come in!’

The tressym, understanding her friend's every word, happily hops into the room. She comes to rub against his bare calves for an instant before leaping onto the armchair and sitting on top of it. Emitting a loud purr, she nuzzles his hair, earning a chuckle from the wizard. He balances the book on his knee for a second to pet her on the neck and wings. When the baby fusses, he kisses the girl's forehead and continues to read.

‘Her mother had elegantly curved horns, reminding her of fauns. Her father had proud and sturdy ones, making him look taller than he was. But Yalaia only had nubs above her brows.’

The baby yawns, and he gently strokes her bent leg with his thumb.

‘One morning, as she headed outside to meet her friends to play, she found with horror that they all had small horns protruding from their foreheads. But not Yalaia. As they played, she stared, wishing her turn would come. As her parents tucked her in that night, she wished to wake up with horns. And she did so every night that followed. Sadly, she woke up every morning with nubs.’

Above him, perched up on the backrest, Tara tilts her head to gaze at the beautifully painted illustrations.

‘When she saw that more of her friends grew their horns as if it was the easiest thing in the world, Yalaia felt rather sad. She felt that she did not fit in and was different from other tieflings. Now, as she prayed for horns every night, she did so with tears brimming her eyes. But it was not enough.’

Gale kisses his daughter's forehead again, seeing that she is nodding off.

‘As her favourite uncle came to visit with her cousins one day, she was shocked to discover that all her younger cousins already adorned shiny horns. So, between lunch and dessert, she snuck out of the house and ran away. It seemed that she did not belong. Perhaps she was no tiefling at all.

‘Worrying as soon as she left their sight, Yalaia's family relentlessly looked for her, calling her name. Neighbours and friends, shopkeepers and strangers joined the search, hoping to find Yalaia safe and sound and bring her home. They went through every house, every garden, every shop, every cellar, every attic, every chest and every barrel. They combed the streets, the hills, the riverside. When her mother ventured into the forest, calling out for her daughter, her cries were met by a whimper.

‘Huddled up by a rock in the middle of the woods, Yalaia sniffled and wiped her tears, relieved to see her mother. After running for hours to hide, she lost all sense of direction in the dense forest. She had turned and paced forever until she decided to remain by the rock. Whatever she was expecting to come for her was not her mother, so the joy to be found was only sweeter.

‘Yalaia’s mother cradled her in her arms, tears dripping onto her hair. What a fright it had been! She told Yalaia of everyone joining the family to search for her and how everybody was so concerned that all activity had ceased. The blacksmith had climbed the hills to see the landscape better in hopes of finding her, while her friends had retraced their paths to every place they explored together.

‘“Mama,” said Yalaia, “why would they look for me? I am different. I look different. Why were they not happy that I left?”

‘Yalaia's mother was saddened to hear such words from her daughter. But then, with the brightest smile only a mother can bestow, she replied, “Because you are one of us. You may think you are different, but we all are in our own ways. The baker does not always see eye-to-eye with the guard, yet when celebrations come, they dine merrily at the same table and share the same wine. Everyone has a place among us, and so do you, no matter who you are or what you look like. You are one of us.”

‘“But Mama, I don't have horns, and all my friends and cousins do!”

‘Her mother smiled and pulled her locket from beneath her dress, opening it to reveal two painted portraits. On the left, a young tiefling with orange skin smiled at the onlooker, while on the right, an even younger one with a reddish complexion did the same. Their pose was not their only common trait. Both children lacked horns.

‘“Do you see the girl on the left?” Yalaia's mother asked. “It was me when I was a bit older than you. I did not have horns yet, which made me sad, too. But I came to learn that everybody is different and evolves at their own pace. There is no wrong way to grow, no wrong way to belong to your people. All you need is to be kind and accepting. Everything will come in time, with a little bit of patience.”

‘And so, Yalaia hugged her mother, reassured her that nothing was wrong with her. Together, they left the forest and happily announced the good news of Yalaia’s return. Everyone was merry that day to know that the little tiefling was found. That night, she did not wish for horns, only for her kin to fare well. And when she awoke in the morning, two little horns were on her forehead.’

Gale gazes down at his daughter and smiles from ear to ear as he finds her fast asleep.

‘The end.’

‘Don't you think it's a bit of a complex story for a three-month-old?’

His eyes dart towards the door, only to find a dishevelled Tav leaning against the doorpost with a grin. Even with deep circles underneath her eyes and knots in her hair, she looks as radiant as ever to him.

‘There you are, my dear,’ he chimes. ‘Didn't you want to nap longer?’

‘Couldn't bring myself to it. I missed you both too much.’

‘I see.’

Gale laughs and puts the book aside, carrying the sleeping baby to Tav.

‘She and I had a lovely afternoon. She was an absolute sweetheart.’

‘That's good to know. How long has it been since you fed her?’

‘About two hours ago.’

‘Mmh. It's almost time again, then.’

She takes the little girl from his arms and props her up against her shoulder, cupping the back of her head and kissing her hair. Tav’s attention is drawn to a pile of boxes in a corner, and she sighs.

‘You still haven't dealt with those?’

‘I meant to do it this afternoon, but I got carried away playing with her and all,’ Gale admits, scratching the back of his head. ‘Don't worry, I'll get to it today.’

‘At least return Astarion's gift first. That's the first one I want out.’

Gale follows Tav out of the library, lovingly holding her by the waist.

‘My First Wine-Tasting Kit. Who even gives that to a baby?’

‘The question is: who sells that in the first place?’

Both chuckle and exit the room, closing the door behind them to return to their cocoon and family life, leaving Tara to curl up on the warm armchair.

Tag: @emmanuellececchi

[captainswhore]

AYYYOOOOO is this somethin y'all would like to read for reals??

shoutout to @chamomiletealeaf for talking to me about horny price with a breastfeeding wife!!!

we were talking about how for halloween one year price is a cowboy, the baby is a cow, and you're a milkmaid. price goes feral for your tits in the milk maid dress, smut ensues, price is wildly turned on by the way your tits leak milk like it's going out of style- groans when he sees it happen and wants to cum in record time

....... and then i went off the rails and wrote this:

you think his groan watching your milk is one of disgust so you start tearing up and john thought he was gonna cum quick watching your milk? he shoots his load without warning watching the first tear slide down your cheek

john thinks you're crying because you're so overstimulated and turned on, you think john groaned because he's disgusted, cue john trying to hold onto you tight and kiss all over your face and you wiggling out of his arms and booking it to the bathroom so you can cry in peace

come back out of the bathroom in a massive hoodie and a pair of pants, tell him in a croaky voice you're gonna go check on the baby, leave the room

johns post orgasm glow is very quickly squashed when he gets up to put on boxers, moves to follow you into the nursery, and hears you tearfully muttering things to your baby

"mommy loves you, you know that?? want you to grow up big, n strong, and loved," and when john hears your voice croak after that his heart drops out of his ass, he hears it shatter when you next mutter "and mommy and daddy are gonna give you everything you could ever want.... we'll live together and get you a good school and you'll make friends and you'll fall in love with someone who thinks you're the prettiest little lady ever... make sure you're confident so no one can build you up n break you down... get you some good military benefits so you'll be okay... i don't think you'll have to worry about a brother or sister at all- and i don't think mommy n daddy are gonna be able to stay together forever, but we're gonna try for you sweetheart. mommy'll be sad for a while but i'd do anything to make your life better baby"

john pushes the door open while trying to hold back tears, tries to wrap his arms around you, but you go to sit in the little rocking chair in the corner

whispering something like "i've got her john.... you can go back to bed. goodnight"

you've only ever called him john when you first met, and when you legally had to say his first name during your wedding vows.

for the next three days you don't let him touch you. not even in bed. he waits til you're fully asleep and breathing even before he'll pull you into his chest and finally fall asleep, only to wake up a few hours later with your body heat missing in the bed. will get up to find you in the nursery, or the kitchen, or the living room, or folding/watching laundry, staring into space with a blank stare. he gave up trying to reach out to you while you're awake, so he just stands and stares at you- taking in how beautiful he thinks you are despite the haunted shadows that have taken over your eyes. tried to tell you to come back to bed, before you sadly smile at him and say "sorry, can't sleep. probably just some weird post pregnancy sleep cycle issue. go back to sleep, i'll be there when i'm ready"

john has to get used to hugging your pillow and hope to god he can huff your scent from that to go to sleep

everything comes to a head when he catches you stiffen when he walks up behind you in the kitchen... he doesn't even reach for you, but him being close to you has you pulling at the neckline of your shirt, throwing on a jacket, adjusting the shoulder of your cardigan to cover up more of you. john's sick of not seeing your skin or feeling you anymore, so he asks what's wrong. some traded words here and there, a lot of wiping your face and folding in on yourself, and john finally scoffs, stands on the other end of the kitchen, and grinds out "love, talk to me, what did i do? i haven't bloody touched you for days. i can't sleep, i can't eat, and my heart shatters every time i look at your face and you're like a ghost! where did my wife go?!? is it post partum depression? aren't you still meeting up with that therapist? can i help? what do i do!! how do i get my wife back?!?" and you start crying- silent tears rolling down your cheeks because how can he ask that?!? how dare he act clueless and act like he didn't do anything wrong despite DESTROYING what little confidence you had left after being pregnant. you're about to respond when your alarm goes off for pumping time. you close the alarm, grab the pumping supplies, and walk off. ".... sorry john, i have to pump. let me do this n i'll come back to continue this conversation"..... but you have NEVER left the room to pump. you used to just whip your boobs out and attach the machine and let it whir away with john in the room. it's nothing he hasn't seen before, and he's helped you with clogged ducts before, so there's nothing stopping you from letting him watch. john trails after you saying that- replying with "the hell you have to leave the room for?!? you used to pump in front of me all the time?? what did i do?!? how do i get you back?!? sweetheart- i can't fix this if i don't know what's wrong?!?"

it's silent for a second, and your boobs are actually kind of starting to hurt from needing to pump. so you do it. you wait for john to keep talking when you set up the pumping supplies. when john sees your tits for the first time in what feels like weeks his breath hitches, and when he sees the first spurt of milk he groans out. you rush to cover up and look up at him bewildered and say "that!!! that's why!!! you're DISGUSTED with my boobs now- that's why everything's changed!!! look john- i'm sorry i'm not as perky, or soft, or fit as i was before i was pregnant, but i carried your fucking baby for NINE MONTHS!!!!! shit's gonna change!!! my boobs are gonna change!!! for the love of god- if you're going to be disgusted with me pumping and having breast milk i swear to GOD i will move in with my fucking mother and leave you if that'll make you happier!!! have as many perky and fit and non-mother women as you want here in our damn house if that'll help you get your rocks off"

johns heart breaks but can't figure out if he should be turned on by your anger or what the fuck to do

the baby starts screaming, you curse under your breath, before you say "... just forget it... let me go take care of her and i'll pack some stuff in the morning. i'll keep pumping and dropping milk off here until we figure out a parenting schedule or file for divorce or whatever. i can't take her out of her only home where she's comfy even though it's gonna shatter me to not be attached at the hip with her. i'm gonna go calm her down- i'll sleep in the guest room." and you stalk off

john starts genuinely crying then

.......before waiting outside if the nursery door. when you're done taking care of the baby? all bets are off.

he's pushing you into the wall and smashes his mouth to yours so hard your face hurts. he's breathing heavy and you're caught off guard and your head would have bashed into the wall if it weren't for his hand protecting the back of your skull. johns entire body is flush to yours, down to your fuckin knees. his scent crowds your space and you try to wrench your head away from him and shove his chest, before he begins just peppering your face in kisses

he says breathlessly "baby, if you ever think about leavin me," *kiss* "over some stupid shit your brain conjures up," *kiss* "ever again," *kiss* "i will hunt you down and drag you back here," *kiss* "kickin n screamin bloody murder," *kiss* "if i have to," *kiss* "... where did that idea come from, huh?" *kiss

til he fully pulls his head away, just enough to look in your eyes, and says "baby. love. dear. i think you are the most beautiful woman i have ever had the privilege of seeing in my entire life. i think you look sexiest as a mother. you're glowing, and you're all soft around the edges. you're my wife. i love you, and anything that's changed. you've carried my babe- you've taken care of her and loved her and watching you take to motherhood makes my heart and my cock swell so much im afraid they're gonna burst".... cue you crying, and giggling, and feeling his hard on grinding into the pudge of your tummy "if i ever hear you speakin about yourself like that again, i swear to all that is holy i will make you cum so hard you see stars and make you BELIEVE you're the most beautiful woman i have ever seen. i love you. if i'm honest, i never want you to not be with child ever again. you look so so beautiful all round and swollen with my babe, and the breast milk? an added bonus. fuck baby, you're so fuckin hot when i watch you pump i wanna cum in my pants like a teenager. fuck.... i lo-" he can't even finish before you smash your lips to his and drag him to bed

your next period is late. john was right. he was gonna get you pregnant again come hell or high water

......

SO LIKE IS THERE SOMETHING THERE OR AM I BEING DELUSIONAL?!?!? HELP.

[obxone]

Don't Tease Me (Rewritten) Part One

Edited-ish. ~1k words.

WARNING: MDNI - suggestive theme

A needy whine escapes you while you are staring down at him, and he grins up at you in satisfaction. Your body rocking on top of his. Thighs shaking and a stickiness gathering between your legs as you ride him. The room smells heavy with sex, and the sounds from the oversized leather chair underneath him fill the small, cramped space. It is dusty and has seen better days, but it is private and far away from the party.

“Just like that, pretty girl,” Rafe encourages, hands clamped around your hips, guiding you to move faster. His lips pull back, revealing perfect teeth when he hisses from the small jerking stutter your hips make as you draw closer. You are so close, the world spinning as you stare down at your boyfriend. “Fuck, Princess, you are beautiful.”

You groan, nails biting into the leather behind his head as you grow closer and closer to coming undone. “Oh, Rafe!” You gasp, chest heaving as the band of pleasure snaps inside of you.

He continues to guide you, encouraging you to ride it out, and you cry louder until you are calling out his name. Your body trembling as he grunts, spilling inside of you. His face buries in your breasts, peppering your skin with kisses after you collapse into him.

Moments later, you kiss him hard, pouring your desperation into the kiss, and he meets you in equal measure. Still, inside of you, he groans as your body barrels through aftershocks, still wrapped around him in a tight grip.

“Remind me to steal you away more,” he says, his voice low and thick as he strokes your hair back from your face. His thumb brushes your swollen bottom lip. “My perfect girl.”

Your eyes flutter shut as he shifts, and the emptiness takes hold. You slowly slide from him, testing your legs as he rights himself and stands. He gathers you in his arms, ignoring the mixed orgasm running down your thigh as he kisses you in a searing kiss.

“Fuck, I’d be lost without you, y/n.”

You smile, combing your fingers through his mussed hair. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

He releases you to grab a dinner napkin from a neat pile before coming back to you. He drops to his knees and gently runs it up your leg, cleaning you before pressing his mouth to the space above your knee.

“Such a good girl.”

The air in your chest catches, and you almost beg him to take you all over again, but your time is limited. The Wilson’s anniversary party is still in full swing yards away.

He straightens, brushing his fingers between your legs in an attempt to elicit a gasp from your sensitivity, and you give him just that. “Do you forgive me, Baby?”

You nod, nuzzling into his chest. His absence at your family brunch earlier in the day is forgotten as your body and mind swim in post-sex bliss.

“Then let me walk you back.”

“My panties…” You immediately start to look for them, but he catches your hand and tugs you back to his side. His free hand fishes in his pocket before he produces the flimsy lace material.

“I’m keeping them.”

“Rafe… they are my newest pair.”

“And my favorite.”

You frown, but he stares at you knowing that you will give in to him and let him keep them. You nod, sighing as he proudly tucks them back into his pocket.

“I’ll buy you new ones. Although,” he starts while leading you out of the storage closet. “I don’t think they can get any more revealing.”

“I wore them because of you,” you mutter, leaning in to kiss him once more. “I know your preference.”

He grins, pecking your lips before spinning you in a small circle.

“Our parents are probably looking for us.”

He agrees with a simple nod of his head before you both walk down the hall back to the party hand in hand. Both of you are oblivious to watchful eyes staring at you from behind a corner.

"Spin me around the floor?" You ask softly, squeezing your fingers around his.

He frowns, looking ahead. You know the words that are about to come out of his mouth.

"You have to go."

He nods, still staring straight ahead. It is one of his tells. He can never look you in the eye when he has to leave you.

"You promised..."

He stops, tugging you to be between him and the wall outside of the double ballroom doors. "I know I promised," he murmurs, lips brushing your forehead. "But this is for my dad. I've got to go, pretty girl."

Your eyes flutter close as his hand grips your waist, pushing you back against the wall as his body pushes into yours.

"I'll make up for it, I promise."

You hum, burying your face into the curve of his neck, lips brushing his pulse point. "I should've drawn it out."

He laughs, hand smoothing down the back of your head. "Next time."

You open your eyes to look at him before pecking his lips. "Go, I'll be fine." 

He kisses you one last time, another searing kiss that has you groaning into it before he is gone. Kelce and Topper already waiting for him by the exit. Both give you a parting wave, and the trio disappears. You exhale, but pause when you see a pair of familiar blue eyes watching you. He looks sharper than usual. His typical Island Club server uniform is traded for a bow tie and vest with a button-up white shirt. Neither of you makes a move to acknowledge the other, instead, you watch each other for a moment until someone calls his name, and then he is gone as well, and you are left alone. 

(Part Two to come...)

[your-next-daydream]

@libsterish

Hello! I accidentally posted the work before finishing it so I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Thank you for the compliment and I will do the best I can with this ask. I'd like to give a warning that I don't process emotions in a normal way so I usually 'mirror' or basically mimic other people. I'll try my best and if it seems a little off please let me know.

Though I do like this idea a lot so I'll be doing all 7 of the brothers also because I know someone is going to request all of them for this anyways. If anyone would like a part two with the dateables please let me know.

Did read over it for errors, my punctuation isn't the best though. If you see any errors please let me know.

Lucifer

He never usually intends to hurt anyone with his words or actions it usually just kind of happens. Once he gets going it's hard for him to stop.

Apologizing or admitting he's wrong does not happen often at all.

He'll show you that he's sorry by taking some of your chores, helping you with some school work, buying you an item he knows you've been looking for.

If you start crying he tones down his rant to a whisper quickly makes his point and then just kind of sits there in his chair awkwardly.

After a little while of silence while you are trying to control your sniffles and small sobs. He eventually stands up and holds his arms out for a hug.

He won't and kind of can't outright say sorry so this is the best he can do.

"I'll try my best to not be as harsh, I failed to take your feelings and stress about being here in the first place into consideration."

Now if he were to accidentally scare you somehow you would most probably be met with a laugh he attempts to hide with a cough.

"i-its not funny Lucifer!" You shouted after he had suddenly come around the corner you bumping into him.

"I know, I know I didn't mean to scare you." He said while a corner of his mouth was lifted up in amusement. "Come here it's alright nothing is going to hurt you right now." Pulling you into his arms he wrapped his jacket around you rocking you side to side. "Though I must say you look adorable while frightened."

You squeaked burying your face into the fabric of his shirt squeezing your arms tighter around his waist. "Shut up I am not-" you grumbled lightly shoving at him.

From then on you "accidentally" get startled by him way more often than before that altercation.

Whenever you are particularly blunt or snappy it takes him a second to process it, usually no one would dare say such things to him. "Oh is that so now, MC?" he would say in a sterner tone.

When your eyes started tearing up and you started muttering out apologies he...was confused and didn't know what to do.

Mammon

Mammon's better at hiding most of his emotions behind cockiness.

Whenever one of the brothers tries to intentionally scare you he's all over it, he'll start telling them off immediately. Lucifer was impressed when Mammon held his own against him.

That was until he caught Mammon trying to scare you himself so he scared Mammon as he was scaring you. "Heh, two pointer." He smirked before walking off.

You and Mammon stood there for a bit holding each other.

Both still standing there watching Lucifer walk off you whipped your head towards the avatar. "Wait were you trying to scare me!?"

He jumped back now realizing how close he was to you. "W-what! Of course not! Lucifer just tried to get me you saw! Of course I wasn't actually scared though I just didn't want ya to feel left out is all." He grumbled crossing his arms in front of himself.

When you cry he starts freaking out most of the time.

He'll sit with you and wait for you to calm down before asking you questions.

He had to ask his brothers what to do if you started really freaking out.

If he sells something of yours and you start sobbing over it he'll do his best to try and get it back.

If he can't get the item back he'll put it off as long as he can, but he'll end up asking Lucifer for help eventually.

He absolutely loves to try and embarrass you. Though most of the time he gets embarrassed himself and can accidentally end up hurting your feelings due to his personality type.

All in all he doesn't mean to hurt you and will profusely apologize by giving you small gifts or doing his best to not do it again.

Leviathan

You two must be cut from the same cloth at this rate.

You cry? He cries. You get embarrassed? He gets embarrassed. You get scared? He's right there with you.

You two actually end up accidentally scaring each other quite frequently.

He'll be coming around the corner not paying attention or something akin to that. Playing his game and bump right into you.

"M-MC!? I'm so sorry please forgive me I-I wasn't watching where I was going!" Pink tints the tips of his ears as he dips his head down in a apology.

"I-It's alright Levi you just startled me is all! I wasn't watching where I was going either!" You attempt to step past him but he tried going that way as well.

For the next three minutes you both were like that trying to step around the other too nervous to tell the other what to do.

Gently Levi grabbed both of your shoulders and spun you both around. "Wait I'm sorry I didn't ask I forgot! B-but we are both in the direction we need to go in now..." Trailing off he pulled his game back up to check his progress. "Would you like to come game with me if you aren't busy? O-or we could watch something?" Looking anywhere but at you he awaited your answer.

"I'd be happy to! Let's go!" You grabbed his hand leading him back towards his room. Realizing a few moments later that you had grabbed his hand...meaning you initiated hand holding. You looked back at him just to see him hiding his face behind his unoccupied hand.

Most of the brothers leave the room when you both are around each other and are embarrassed. You both stutter too much in their opinion.

Only ones who don't really get irritated are Beel and Belphie usually just falls asleep anyways.

Levi does love you, he could never say it but he does.

I feel like the only way he would say it at first is in Japanese and very rushed.

He did say it in Japanese once but he made the mistake of saying it around one of the brothers and they told you what it meant on the spot.

"Why'd you have to go and tell them what that means!?" He proceeded to yell his face aflame with red.

Your eyes widened and your face started to match Levi's as well.

If you start seriously crying over anything or have a panic attack he also starts panicking. He'll take a couple of breaths and ask you what you need and wait until you give him an answer.

He'll be shaky but he'll do anything in his power to help you.

Satan

At first he thinks you are like Asmo and you are being theatrical.

Once he realizes that you aren't he feels a little bad.

He'll stop spooking you like he used to or as much as he can.

It can't be helped they are all demons, it's going to happen eventually.

Tries his absolute best to keep his temper and irritation in check when around you.

He appreciates your bluntness in various situations. He also likes it when your personality ticks off Lucifer.

He'll step in and start an argument with Lucifer if his dear older brother decides to offend you in any way.

If you start crying from the fighting he'll cut the conversation short and gently steer you towards his room or the library.

Sometimes he doesn't understand how you can be so open and trusting, he'll lightly scold you for being so naive with demons.

"I just don't understand why you tell us certain things about yourself! I mean aren't you scared at all one of us could use that against you!" He scolded not particularly mad at you just confused.

You looked away from him a sheepish expression on your face. "I'm sorry, I know I'm too trustworthy I've been told that a lot." Taking a shakey breath you continued. "But I love you guys and I know you love me so I have hope you won't hurt me intentionally."

He looked at you tilting his head taking your words into consideration. Letting out a scoff he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well as glad as I am that you trust me so much, just be careful. Yeah?" Lowering his hand from his face he rested it on your cheek wiping away any tears that may have formed.

He doesn't think any less of you for your rampant emotions. He just feels you should take into consideration how much you let off.

He'll help you with that if you want. Offering himself as an example, giving you books, or just letting you talk and cry to him.

Won't hesitate to put someone in their place for hurting you.

Asmodeus

He doesn't mind it too much at all, he hangs around with a lot of different groups and people not much gets to him anymore.

Though when you get spooked or start blushing like crazy he'll definitely be relentless with his teasing.

He also is one who appreciates the bluntness to an extent of course, he still appreciates it nonetheless.

Will flirt with you as much as he can because he just loves seeing your face all heated! Will also get a bit handsy if you don't outright tell him you don't like being touched.

Though if you manage to tease him back in some way he'll be ecstatic by the return in energy.

If he gets scared at the same time as you he'll let out a sharp shriek and cling to you as you do the same to him.

He'll try and play it off like he was shielding you from the scary party, usually he ends up agreeing he was also startled.

He can be a little rude or critical sometimes. He doesn't mean to a lot of the time he just thinks people should know if they look bad or are in general just wrong.

If he were to accidentally offend you in any way to where you were brought to tears, he'd attempt to fix the situation.

"Oh jeez did that hurt your feelings? Well I am sorry but I do still think that outfit isn't entirely a good idea." He ponders for a second before squishing your cheeks. "Tell you what! We'll take that outfit and coordinate it a little better and then post pictures! Fashion advice from The Asmodeus is a very rare thing to receive my darling!"

You sniffled but rolled your eyes realizing that he just meant well and wasn't trying to hurt you intentionally. "Alright but you're doing all the work because you hurt my feelings!" You huffed standing from where you were seated on his bed.

He winked at you before speaking. "Does that mean I get to undress you as well?~"

You could practically feel the shade of pink that was spreading on your cheeks. "N-NO!" you shouted. "Now sh-shut up and do what you said you were going to do!"

He meant well he really did, he swears upon his own life. Well kind of his life is precious after all~ ;)

All in all he doesn't mind the high emotions very much. If you were to start spiraling he wouldn't be very good at comforting you but he will pamper the hell out of you.

Beelzebub

He doesn't mind all that much.

Seeing all the emotions that all of his brothers have and the fact that they sometimes come to him talk because he'll just listen. He's kind of used to it by now.

If you start crying or are generally upset he'll offer you a snack if he didn't eat it first.

And if you want to talk he'll let you do that too, sometimes he actually has some pretty good advice or solutions as well.

Out of all of the brothers I think he has the best hugs and the most comforting embrace.

He's calm down Satan from fits the rage, Levi from panic attacks, Mammon from anxiety, and so on and so forth.

To say the least he'd be pretty decent at calming someone down.

You had just finished being lectured by Lucifer and we're making your way back to your room. Shakey and tears starting to well up in your eyes you made it to your room sliding down to the floor beside the door. You weren't scared of Lucifer in those moments you simply didn't take well to being scolded, as if you were in your head about how worthless you are.

However on your way to your room you had failed to notice that you had passed by the Avatar of Gluttony himself. You didn't notice him but he definitely noticed you and how distraught you looked. He came to the door that led to your room and gently opened it up. "Hey MC, do you want to talk about it?"

You looked up from him where your head was resting on your knees. Shaking your head you held your hands out to him, silently asking for help up.

He leaned down instead picking you up fully, not reacting to your squeak of surprise much other than a small chuckle. "It's okay to feel bad sometimes, but it's better to not be alone." He said laying you down on your bed joining you soon after himself. Opening his arms he offered himself as an open invitation.

You buried your face in his chest wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. "Thank you Beel I appreciate this, I love you." You mumbled your sniffles starting to subside.

He hummed in acknowledgment putting one of his arms under his head and the other around you. "I love you too MC and I'll always be here when you need me."

In other words he handles it the best out of everyone.

The others might snap on you for your personality sometimes, but he won't. I really can't see him being bothered by how anyone acts. Unless it becomes a big problem to his brothers or disturbs his food times.

Like I know they're demons but this is Beel.

Belphegor

Just like Beel he could honestly care less, but he is a lot more of a brat than Beel.

If he can use your personality to irritate Lucifer in any way possible, he'll do it.

He likes making you jump from time to time.

He doesn't like to remind you of what he did though. Deep down he still feels guilty about that And he's a little irritated everyone just kind of threw it under the rug and forgot about it.

If you start freaking out about anything he'll sit with you and let you talk. He'll lay against you or lay his head in your lap, letting you play with his hair so you have something to focus on.

Don't blame him if he ends up falling asleep though.

Seriously come on he's the Avatar of sloth.

He notices all his brothers have a soft spot for you so he used that to his advantage.

He watched Mammon storm towards him yelling about missing bedding in his room. "MC said they were cold and they liked your stuff because it smells like you." Now that was a lie that they had asked for the stuff, other part easy true though so the lie cancels out in his opinion.

Mammon stopped in his tracks a bashful expression coming across his face. "O-oh really? Of course they'd want my stuff the most! Yeah that's fine just tell them to make sure I get it back soon or I'm stealing theirs!"

He snickered watching Mammon walk off settling back down on the couch. Laying on his back he looked up just to be met with your face. Jumping back up he shouted, "Hey give a man a warning before doing that!" Before laying right back down.

You rolled your eyes plopping down right near him. "oh yeah? What was that all about? Putting the blame on me?"

He shrugged pulling a blanket off the side of the couch on top of him tucking it in under his chin. "What can I say they like you and it makes my life easier."

You looked at him incredulously. "So you don't have a soft spot for me? Is all I am just a justifiable excuse for you to use?" You scoffed standing up to walk past him.

You felt a snatch on your sleeve before an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you down. "Now I never said that." He pulled the blanket over top of you as well tucking his head in the crook of your neck. "You're really important to me too...or whatever. You know what I mean!"

He's an ass but yes he does love you as well.

Chokes him up sometimes if you know what I'm saying.

He lets you steal his pillow for a couple of hours on very rare occasions. Other than that he'll give you one of his regular pillows, blankets, or articles of his upper wear.

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Anyways apologies that took so long to get out, moving has been a pain.

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: smut (p&v sex) unprotected sex (always use protection, minors dni 18+, fluff

Plot: both you and Austin had a bad day and when he comes home, he surprises you with a small gift, enjoying a bubble bath with you

Word count: 1500

You're curled up in bed, under the blankets, looking at the glowing numbers on the clock sitting on your nightstand. You blink every time one of the numbers changes, praying with each passing minute that you'll fall asleep. But that doesn't seem to happen, you've had a horrible day if you were being honest. You woke up late for your meeting, then on the way there you tripped and fell into a puddle, wetting your clothes, so not only were you late, but you also looked like a wet muddy mess.

The rest of the day went no better, after you changed your clothes, you were called into your bosses office and she handed to you, two new cases to take care of, which on any other day you'd be happy to take, but you were still struggling with the last cases you had coming up, so the work overload was just another hit. When you got home all you wanted to do was to cuddle up in bed with Austin and maybe cry into his chest, while he rocked you in his arms, but it just seems that you can't have anything these days. Austin was busy with interviews and even now as the clock strikes 1:32 am he's not home.

He texted earlier to say, the traffic was horrible and that he'll be home in 2 hours, so here you are now, wanting to fall asleep, but resisting it because you want to wait for him. The hair on the back of your neck stands up, when you hear the front door open and close, jumping a bit at the loud noise. This makes your heart race, Austin knows it's late, he would never slam the door like that. As a cold sweat covers your body the thought passes your mind that what if that wasn't Austin? You stay unmoved in bed, listening closely and relaxing when you hear the door to the fridge open and close, then the sound of a beer bottle being opened. No thief would sit for a beer first.

Slowly you peel the blankets back, dragging yourself out of bed and into the dark apartment, following the light coming form the kitchen. You peak your head into the kitchen, your heart squeezing in your chest as Austin's image comes into view. Standing at the table, with the beer in his hand, head dropped low and hair messy. As you make your way to him, the floor creeks under you and he lifts his head up to look at you. You have to bite your tongue not to audibly gasp at his bloodshot eyes. "Did I wake you?" He asks concerned, causing the corner of your mouth to twitch upward, appreciating his care for you. "No, baby." You shake your head and keep on walking to him, sliding onto his lap, as he sits back against the chair, to make sure you have enough room to curl up to his chest. Austin's arms automatically reaching for you, sighing at the warmth of your body against his. "I have something for you." He speaks softly with his lips brushing the shell of your ear, making shivers run down your spine.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Aus.." you whisper, playing with the collar of his shirt between your fingers. Looking at him, caressing his face with one hand, you touch his dark circles with your thumb, wishing them away. "Nonsense, I always think of my girl and what would make her happy.." this makes you smile, as he slides a hand into the pocket of his jeans. "The hotel where we did the press today was right across from this small jewelry shop, I passed it briefly when I got there early in the morning, the sun was shining on it and the light reflected into my eyes, attracting my attention." As he speaks he holds up a thin gold chain, with a small cursive letter A hanging form it. "Just like that Taylor song you love so much." He puts the jewelry in the palm of your hand and you look at the dainty gift.

"I want to wear his initial on chain round my neck, not because he owns me, because he really knows me." You recite softly, feeling tears stings your eyes, blinking them away. With a bright smile, already forgetting about the horrible day you've had, you put your lips over his, meeting him in a wet sloppy kiss. "Let's take a bath, but first." You give him the gold chain back, turning around in his lap and lifting your hair out of the way. Austin's cold fingers brush against your flaming skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Before you put your hair down his lips kiss the back of your neck, making you shiver. "Come on, (y/n) I can't wait to feel your skin on mine" Austin whispers in your ear, as your heart speeds up, thudding in your chest.

Giggling you get up from his lap, taking his hand and leading him into the bathroom, where you turn the water on, adding a tone of foaming soap to the bathtub. You watch as Austin slowly peels off every layer of clothing, discarding them into the hamper. You love watching him do every little thing, but tonight everything seems to hurt when he moves and that makes your heart ache. Shaking back into reality, you also take off your pajamas and underwear, coming close to him, hugging him, laying your head in his naked chest. "Bad day?" You ask, as he rubs circles into your back with his thumbs. "Yeah, you?" Promoting your chin up on his chest you look up at him and Austin leans his head down to meet your eyes. "Yeah." You sigh, kissing him, trembling as his hands travel up your body, cupping your face.

"Let's get in, I don't want you to catch a cold." Austin runs his fingers along the back of your arms, looking at you lovingly. You step aside and let him get into the tub first, following soon after, resting with your back against his chest . "Mhm, I love you (y/n)." Austin tells you, his hands coming to your chest, to play with your nipples. You moan into his touch, throwing your head back, feeling desire pool between your legs. "Baby, I need to be inside you, please." Austin begs, your whole body feels like it's on fire and you move on autopilot, turning around, to straddle his hips. You take his hard cock in your hand, pumping him a few times, watching Austin gasp, forcing his hips to stay still. "Please." He says, kneading your breasts, going to kiss your neck. Your belly twists with need and you line him up to your aching pussy, feeling his tip nudge at your entrance. "Aus, baby, I love you so much." You kiss him, as one of his hands travels down your front, reaching for your clit to rub tight circles over it.

You instinctively clench around his cock, that's barely in, which makes him wince. "No teasing, (y/n) not now, I need you!" He speaks against your lips and you sink down onto him, already wet enough to take him comfortably. You both moan into each other's mouths and Austin grips your hips, moving you over him, causing water to splash around. He plants his heels into the bottom of the tub, lifting his hips up to meet yours. Every time he's fully inside you, his tip pushes against that spot that has you seeing stars, making you clench around him. Heavy breathing and water splashing fills the bathroom, your lips staying glued to his the entire time, swallowing each other's cries. "I'm close, please, Aus!" You hold onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, moving one hand to your clit, touching yourself. Austin looks down, looking through the bubbles, at the way your pussy swallows him whole with each thrust. "Fuck, my love, (y/n), I'm going to cum!"

Austin's fingers dig into your sides, his thrusts getting sloppier and you feel that very familiar feeling of being on the edge of ecstasy. "Me too, cum for me Aus.." you whisper in his ear, intentionally squeezing around him, feeling him twitch inside of you. "Mhm, fuck, my good girl, my best girl, I love you (y/n)." Austin grunts, throwing his head back, his muscles tensing as you heel him twitch and then the warmth of his cum takes you over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you, numbing your body, as you hug Austin close, moving your hips over his absentmindedly, riding your orgasms out.

By now the water in the tub is lukewarm and you're both covered in a thin sheet of sweat. Your chest glued to his, heaving in sink, with each passing breath. "I love you!" Austin says, reaching behind you for the sponge and body wash, lathering your skin, not bothering to move you off of his now softening cock. "I love you too!" You kiss his nose, letting him wash you, watching him pay attention to everything patch of skin, memorizing like he's done so many times before. The bad day you both had, going down the drain with the water, once you're both clean and out of the tub.

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