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eoieopda · 1 year

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interlude: sundown (myg)

pairing: min yoongi x reader summary: as it turns out, your boyfriend can take as much as he gives. au: darksided (masterlist), established relationship type: drabble | smut + fluff word count: 1.9k rating: 18+ cw: pov switch, min yoongi gets pegged 🙌🏻, afab!reader, needy & subby yoongi, v soft dom!reader, praise kink unlocked!!, anal fingering, sex w/ strap on, k*ss*ng (eek!) a/n 1: you thought i’d get through a(u)gust without a yoongi fic? pleaaaaase. this is part of the darksided series, so i recommend checking out the other installments first, just so you have all the context. this can be read as a stand-alone drabble, though! this one takes place after blindsided, btw. a/n 2: i don’t spend much time talkin’ ‘bout prep due to the word limit, but it is both implied & v important. be safe! 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.

You can’t say what came over you. It wasn’t a conscious decision, you know that much. The only explanation you can fall back on is that the feral part of your brain simply took over, and your inner construction worker popped out to say hello — but that’s not entirely accurate.

In reality, it was less of a greeting and more of a “Damn, baby! That ass.”

Mere meters away, your boyfriend is bent over the bookshelf he’s been working hard to assemble — a task you were politely banished from executing, not thirty minutes ago. When he finally registers what you just blurted out, he stands back up to his full height and glances over his shoulder at you. His expression lands somewhere between bewildered and tickled fucking pink.

“Did you just catcall me?”

“I — I think…” You’re more shocked than he is, it seems. Blinking slowly doesn’t help you process your actions any quicker, so you give up and grimace through your admission. “I might have?”

Of the two of you, it’s Yoongi that truly has all the audacity in the world. After setting his screwdriver down onto the coffee table, he crosses his arms loosely over his chest and bites back a smug grin.

“You think you know a person after seven entire years of dating,” he tuts. “Then, they turn around and harass you — in your own home, no less.” Sucking a breath in through his teeth, he shakes his head and sighs, “Life comes at you fast.”

For a second, all you can do is stare at him with your incredulous mouth halfway open. It’s the most that anyone should expect from you at a time like this, when he’s looking at you like that — characteristically semi-flustered, and still so unshakably self-assured. With narrowed eyes, you opt to hone in on the former.

“You’re out here smuggling cake in broad daylight — looking downright bite-worthy —”

Peeling yourself off the couch, you cross over to him with your hands raised defensively. When you reach him, you plant those same hands on your hips and heave an exasperated sigh.

“What was I supposed to do? Pretend otherwise?”

Yoongi arches an eyebrow but says nothing, simply aiming his flat-lined smile your way. All it takes is your slow, expectant blinking for him to take the hint. Just like that, you fall into a well-practiced routine: him opening up to pull you into his chest, you lacing your arms around his waist, his chin resting gently against the top of your head.

And even though you haven’t left the house all day, this is the first moment that truly feels like home. It’s quiet, it’s calm, it’s —

“Bite-worthy, huh?”

You can’t see his smirk, but you can hear it.

“Surely, this is not the first time this is being brought to your attention.”

“It’s not,” Yoongi concedes. His low chuckle tickles every vertebrae on its way down your spine. The tingling only intensifies when he presses a kiss to the top of your head and murmurs, “I just haven’t heard it from you before. You’re behind the curve, so to speak.”

You pause for two reasons: the subtle genius of his phrasing and the new bit of trivia he seems to be alluding to. Is he — ?

“You’ve pegged?” You ask, glancing curiously up at him.

The answer wouldn’t surprise you one way or another. More than anything, you’re impressed that the two of you still find things to learn about each other. That you can spend the better part of a decade with someone, side-by-side, and never run out of new conversations to have.

When he tilts his chin to look down at you, his expression is a perfect mirror of yours.

“You haven’t?”

Yoongi’s head crashes back against the pillows before his sigh can slip fully from his mouth. The impact seems to knock it loose; it floats away, above your bowed head. The sound gets lost somewhere underneath that of your open-mouthed kisses trailing so fucking softly across the bare skin of his chest.

If his heart stops with every flick of your tongue over one of his nipples, you resuscitate him just as quickly with praise.

Apparently, being told he’s beautiful has the same physiological effect on him as a shot of epinephrine.

“Oh, fuck,” Yoongi groans from deep in his chest when your mouth ventures far enough to kiss the tip of his cock. That action is fairly chaste, all things considered, but the way his pre-cum shines like gloss on your lips is beyond obscene.

You smile with your eyes alone as you take him into your mouth — and you think he’s beautiful?

He can’t think of a single prettier sight than you and your fluttering lashes, looking up at him like he’s the one that hung the stars in the sky. Ridiculous. It’s him that frays a little further at the edges with every glance down at you.

Pulling away with a lewd pop, you murmur, “You can be more vocal than that, can’t you, baby?”

Oh, god.

The smile tugging at your mouth makes his heart leap and his cock twitch. Untouched, it jumps and re-settles against his abdomen.

“Yes.” He fires off his response like a bullet at point-blank range, and you chuckle quietly at his eagerness. Breathless already, he amends, “Fuck yes.”

One eyebrow arches just enough to indicate that you expect a more detailed response. He should know better by now, shouldn’t he? He’s teased you this way a thousand times before, and it’s about time that he tastes his own medicine. Acknowledging that fact, he stoops to begging.

“Please. I want you to fuck me open with your fingers.”

Nodding appreciatively, you trace your finger along the underside of his shaft and leave him on the brink of losing his goddamn mind. He’d gladly let you drive him insane this way, but you take that hand away and gesture for him to turn over. As you do, you hum, “And I want to see you on your knees, love.”

Yoongi takes your instructions and runs with them, barely careful enough to avoid knocking you backwards off the bed in the process. He settles on his knees, then looks back over his shoulder just in time to watch you pop the cap off the bottle of lube.

You look nervous, though you try to hide it. He’s no stranger to that worried crease between your eyebrows; and he can’t help the downward curve of his mouth when he sees it.

There’s never been — and will never be — a person he trusts more than you. Careful, perfect, sweet. You couldn’t hurt him even if you tried, and he knows without question that you never would. You, however, seem less sure of that.

Yoongi has to twist back around to do it, but he cradles your jaw in his hands and kisses you deep, with everything he has.

“I love you,” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours a second time. It carries more meaning than that; he suspects you hear each one.

I trust you.

It’s okay.

Already reassured, you whisper back to him with darkening eyes, “Elbows on the mattress, then, Min Yoongi.”

To say that he collapses against the comforter would be an understatement. He’s certifiably boneless the second your fingertips trace down the length of his spine, though his hunger for your touch starts him shivering.

“Relax, sweet thing,” you tell him. To encourage him, you lean forward and press your lips to the small of his back; instantly, you soothe the tension his body holds as if you’ve flipped a switch. It’s automatic, just like the low groan he emits when you murmur, “Good boy.”

The quiet that follows is ultimately interrupted by the faint slosh of liquid. He has to beg himself not to clench at the mere thought of your slicked fingers, so he instead lets his mouth fall open when he feels them glide over his rim. Needier than he’s ever been in his whole fucking life, Yoongi whimpers.

It’s a pathetic little sound, but he doesn’t dare to try and swallow it down. He’ll give you everything; every pleading sigh and shuddered moan, all of it.

And — as a courtesy — he’ll refrain from calling you a liar because there is no fucking way that you haven’t done this before.

It’s simply unbelievable with how expertly you navigate the intricacies of his body, applying perfect pressure where he craves it. With the way you translate his incoherent whining to a plea for more, giving him exactly what he wants.

Two fingers deep, you tease, “So greedy, aren’t you baby?”

But there’s no harshness to your tone, so soft around the edges. In fact, your little snicker suggests that you’re impressed. It takes all he has not to cum at the sound alone.

“Just for you — ” He responds through gritted teeth, blissed-out eyes squeezing shut. “— F-fuck. I can’t get enough of you.”

When you slip away from him, he proves your point, whining petulantly. You soothe him with an affectionate squeeze to his ass cheek, chuckling all the while. “Should we fix that, then?”

Yoongi has no idea what words he slurs in an attempt to answer that question, but he hopes he tells you how badly he craves your cock. He must, he figures, because he hears the telltale glide of the nightstand’s top drawer when you pull it open.

His head lifts from the blankets below to catch a glimpse of you settling the harness over your hips. For a moment, he forgets when, where, and who he is. The only reality he can currently comprehend is the one in which you’re running your fist down black silicone as if it’s a part of you, spreading slick from a bottle.

But then you disappear from his line of sight, leaving him disoriented. He misses you already.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look on your knees.”

The mattress dips under your weight, signaling to him that you’ve settled behind him once again. You tap the length of the dildo against his skin, prompting him to groan. Still teasing, you ask, “Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, angel?”

Shit, shit, shit.

Yoongi feels the tip hovering near his hole and he can’t keep his racing heart in check, so desperate that he’s practically vibrating. Your next words pull him further apart; they sound especially filthy in your light, almost reverent tone.

“Show me how well you can take me.”

He plans to do just that.

Slowly pushing back against you, Yoongi sinks down your length until that indescribable fullness leaves him starry-eyed and keening. After a few measured breaths, the ache subsides and gives way to pure pleasure.

Your praise is gentle, though the effect it has on him is earth-shattering. “Just like that, baby. You’re being so good for me.”

Withdrawing, he leans forward onto his elbows just to repeat the motion, losing himself more and more with every pass.

“Shit,” he hiccups, head drooping so that his forehead meets his forearms.

He only grows more eager when your hands claim his hips. You guide his body back to yours every time he leaves; whispering little wishes that he fuck himself the way you swear he deserves.

You must hear his ragged breaths over the clap of his skin against yours and sense that he’s close because you hum, “Sweet thing. Are you going to make yourself cum?”

Yoongi shakes his head fervently, although not for the reason you might think.

“Want you to,” he begs on an exhale. “Please, make me cum. N-need you deeper.”

Small hands flatten against his shoulder blades and press him further down against the bed. With fists full of the sheets, Yoongi gives you a desperate nod, signaling you to take over.

And you do — without the hesitation he saw in you earlier, proving for the millionth time that you know exactly how to make him fall apart.

And he does — with a cry, so delirious and fucked out that he goes boneless underneath you.

When his body eventually stops trembling, Yoongi feels you pull out of him. He hears the quiet click as you unfasten the harness. Shortly after, his senses are overwhelmed with the warmth of your body coming down gently to cover his, warding off the emptiness that started to settle in your absence.

“You’re perfect.” You mumble with lips pressed to his sweat-slicked neck. “So fucking perfect.”

Funnily enough, he was just thinking the same thing about you.

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bokebelle · 3 years

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jujutsu kaisen boys + telling them they look breedable

WARNINGS: 16+. suggestive. a whole lot of mentions of breeding, mention of kids in nanami's

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru, nanami kento, getou suguru, fushiguro toji

TAGS: crack humor, headcanons, drabble, gn! reader

A/N: inspired by a convo i had with @lemvis regarding the same topic ily also maybe i do have a breeding kink now

gojo satoru

he looks so offended

feels so objectified when you tell him that

he even pulls up his blindfold to make sure you aren't playing

does everything he can to convince you he isn't breedable

"babe, do i look like a 'breedable' himbo to you?" he whines, his stunning blue eyes meeting yours. "Yes, you actually do Satoru." you smirk as puts on a dramatically offended expression. "I am not breedable! Imagine what our kid would be like if they had my attitude! They'd be blessed with my looks though, but do you really want that?!" he exclaims, falling right into your trap. You pretend to think for a moment before standing up. "you know what? You're absolutely right. Maybe I should breed Nanami instead." you walk away, leaving him dumbfounded until he figured it out. "Wait babe I'm the strongest, not him!! I'm more breedable!! DON'T YOU WANT STRONG BABIES????"

nanami kento

a breedable king i want his babies

looks so fed up with you

contemplating whether he should just walk away and live a peaceful life or ask why

but this man has a breeding kink you cannot tell me otherwise

is he willing to humor you? maybe.

"You just look breedable, Kento. I don't make the rules" you tell Nanami, trying not to laugh at how much his already stoic expression seemed to become even more deadpan. "Do I even want to ask why?" You giggle, throwing your arms around the sorcerer's neck. "Hm, depends...do you wanna know?" you tease. Kento thinks for a moment before placing his hands on your waist, pulling you close to place a kiss on your forehead. "I think I'm more interested in knowing how our kids would look like if I'm as breedable as you say i am"

getou suguru

another breedable king

unlike the first two, he would actually be very amused with this

does he think you're weird? oh, most definitely

will he argue and say he isn't breedable? hell no.

"Suguru, have I ever told you how breedable you look?" you ask casually, watching Getou's mouth lift up into a smile. "Oh really? What makes you say that sweetheart?" he asks with his usual playful tone. "I don't know babe, you just do." he walks over to you, a smile still on his face, placing his hands on your hips to pull you flush against him. His lips graze the skin of your neck, until you feel is warm breath against the shell of your ear. "Hm, should we see if I am, then?"

fushiguro toji

oh boy the dilf has arrived

like getou, toji would actually humor you

but not for the reasons you think

he thinks you're cute for thinking he's breedable

but has no problem with reminding you he's the one who breeds you <3

rip that pussy aye

"You look so breedable, Toji." You blurt out, making a show of how you were eying the way the fabric of his black shirt stretched across the expanse of his chest and hugged the muscles of his arms. He looks at you and smirks before walking towards you. Toji suddenly seemed so much bigger, especially with how he towered over you. "Mind saying that again, sweetheart?" Toji asks with a slightly teasing tone. You gulp, suddenly realizing how fast your little plan backfired. "Tsk, what happened to that feisty mouth of yours?" he chuckles, cupping your face and gently running his thumb across your lip before tugging it down. "As cute as your little game was sweetheart, I think I have to remind you that I'm the one who breeds you. Got it? Or do I need to remind you?"

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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So it's like this Fluffy fic where we lose our virginity to Draco

GODDESS | D.M

summary: soft!draco taking your virginity

warnings: corruption kink?, loss of v card, soft sex.

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you didn’t know if it was the way he was running his hands down your hair all the way to your back or just the thought of being so close to him that had gotten you like this.

and it seemed like a scratch you couldn’t seem to reach no matter how much you squirmed in an attempt to get rid of it. draco, your boyfriend of 2 months now, took notice of it, growing concerned that you might be hurt.

“baby, you alright?” he piped in a soft yet concerned tone.

“i don’t know- my stomach is feeling weird.”

draco shot up at that, cursing himself internally for not doing anything sooner. you squealed at the sudden movement, since you were laying on his chest, he brought you up with him.

he turned you by your waist so you were straddling him. his eyes searching your face and body for any type of bigger pain. “what does it feel like, love? tell me. i’ll get someone to bring you something” he soothed, trying his best to keep you happy.

“i-” you cut yourself off with a sigh, looking down at his hands that were settled innocently on your thighs, your breath hitching. “it feels all fluttery and tingly right here.” you mumbled, rubbing your lower belly.

oh, thought draco. his dick perked up at this in his trousers. he gave a mere chuckle and said, “darling... i can relieve that. but i have a question to ask first.”

you beamed and nodded at him to continue.

“has somebody ever touched you here before?” he asked before cupping your clothed cunt. the material soaked. you gasped at this, the feeling unfamiliar, you weren’t even aware that you were... wet. you obviously knew what happened when someone gets aroused, but it had never crossed your mind fully. too caught up in schoolwork and the people around you, you never got some time to give yourself some time. draco knew this and made it his mission to help you relax in your own thoughts when you started dating.

“i- no.” you admitted shyly. face heating up by the second. “baby, look at me.” he demanded, tone still soft, he let go of your sex and brought his hands to your cheeks instead, making you look at him. “is this okay with you? will you let me help you feel good?”

you wanted this. of course you did, but... what if you didn’t meet his expectations? you never did this before and according to what you’ve heard it could’ve made you bleed, people say it hurt! you didn’t want that for draco or yourself for that matter.

“i just- what if i’m not exactly what you expect me to be draco? what if it doesn’t feel good?”

“are you asking if it won’t feel good for me or for you? because i assure you that the sight of you alone could bring me more pleasure than anything in the world” he replied, tone now a bit harsher, almost offended that you thought of yourself that way. yes, draco had done things before but they didn’t mean shit to him. he could go his entire life without any sexual relief if it meant you were pleased.

“both” you muttered, head dropping down in embarrassment.

“sweetheart, if you really want to do this, let’s do it. i’ll be with you every second of it and if you’re not ready then i could wait a lifetime for you.” said draco, once again grabbing your face and bringing it up to his eyes. heart swelling at the mere sight of you.

you looked into his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity in them. so you gave it no more thought and nodded with a small smile. making him smile back at you and delivering a sweet kiss on your forehead before traveling down to your lips.

and as you continuously made out, he flipped you both over and laid you down on the soft pillows of his bed. disconnecting his lips from yours to kiss down your heck, sucking gently enough to leave hues of a light purple on your neck.

he tugged at your sweatshirt and broke contact with your neck. “y/n, are you completely sure?” he asked, needing to hear you say that you were okay with this.

you nodded, desperate to get on with it. “i want words my love” he demanded, yet the soft tone not breaking and gave your waist a reassuring squeeze. “yes draco” you whispered in a breathy tone. draco gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead as he lifted your shirt up, chucking it behind him once it was completely off, he sat down on his knees and took off his shirt too, as to give you some type of calm.

he swallowed hard and tried not to immediately dive in between your breasts but instead leaned down and kissed you passionately while he took of your skirt. you finished kicking it off your feet and broke the kiss for a moment to take a breath. and at the same time you saw draco look down at his girl in only your underwear. you gave herself a pat in the back for choosing a nice set for today. his eyes were blacked out with lust, pupils dilated more than ever. you was shaped like a greek goddess in draco’s eyes and he was willing to fight anyone who thought otherwise.

“sweet merlin” he breathed out. his trousers straining now more than ever. but he knew how to control himself, for you.

he lifted his gaze up to his girlfriend’s gaze and saw how her expression was more flushed than usual around him. he leaned back down to pepper kisses on her chest, reaching behind her back which she slightly arched, giving him the consent to unclasp her bra. and he did with a few fumblings here and there.

draco pulled back a little to get a good view of her bare breasts and jesus-

she truly was a goddess.

“baby you are so damn gorgeous, i’m the luckiest man alive” he mumbled, massaging gently her tits and giving the nipples experimental kisses, which were rewarded by sweet whimpers and heavy breaths of y/n.

“can- can i take them off pretty girl?” he asked, hands at the waistband of her panties. “yes, take them off please”

he got them down slowly, throwing the soaked material at the sight. and draco was sure he could’ve easily just came right then and there, but this was about y/n, not him.

“my god, baby” he grunted as she spread her legs lightly, craving those praises. he could now fully see her naked body, pretty tits, gorgeous figure and dripping pussy, all for himself.

he caught her lips with his as his hands went from playing with her soft breasts to travel down to her heat. her breath hitched as he got closer, yet managed to continue to make out with him, his tongue lovingly exploring her mouth.

and as he finally reached the place she needed him the most, he pulled away from the kiss and leaned down to suck on her nipples, making her release a soft moan as she ran his hair in her hands. his hands found her clit easily and drew gentle figure eights on it, her legs spreading wider and a firm moan passed her lips, making him almost pop out of the coffins of his pants.

“shit dray- just like that” she moaned out as his pointer finger continued playing a bit faster with her clit and his middle went lower to tease at her entrance, his fingers now covered in her juices. he slowly inserted his middle finger inside her, grunting lowly at the tightness.

“ah! yes draco fuck!” she cried out when he started to move it inside and out repeatedly, increasing the speed by the second, his pointer finger now joining the middle one slowly as his thumb took over the stimulation on her clit. “i- dray my stomach-”

he detached his mouth from her tits and looked up at her. she looked absolutely flawless, mouth agape and pretty sounds escaping it, eyes slightly hazed and brows furrowed.

“cum sweetheart, let it go for me” he rasped out. and she came without hesitation, all over his fingers, drenching them on her arousal.

y/n was brought back to reality from the state of bliss to the feeling of her boyfriend peppering kisses on her cheek, trailing down to her collarbone. “how was that my love?” he asked, voice laced with adoration. “i-it was good”

“you did a great job baby”

“dray i- i want to go all the way please” she admitted, tone slightly laced with nervousness. “are you sure princess, you know i can wait.” he said, moving to press a kiss on her forehead while massaging her side with his other hand.

“i’m- i’m sure draco please” she pleaded, moving to grip the hem of his pants, doe eyes staring up at him.

“your wish is my command” he smirked, tossing his pants off.

he positioned himself on top of her again, his hands on either side of her face, her legs were tightly closed, the anxiousness of not being enough for him slowly coming back.

“can you spread this pretty legs for me baby?” he questioned, one of his hands coming down to massage her thighs. “i- draco.” she said, voice slightly shaky.

draco took notice of this and removed his arms from beside her, instead sitting up on his knees, grabbing hers and placing a kiss on them. “what’s wrong baby, do you want me to stop?” his tone full of concern.

“what do i do if it hurts?” she asked, fumbling with the bed sheets under her with a cute frown on her face, not meeting his eyes. “baby i’ll be gentle. i’ll never hurt you you know that.” he stated.

she took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts together. “you know what. yes, let’s do it, just be gentle please”.

“of course my love” he said before reaching for her hands and interlacing them together and once again bringing them to the side of her head.

y/n spread her legs wide enough for him to fit in, his painfully erect cock now in line with her opening, twitching slightly.

draco reached in between them and took his cock, pushing it inside her tight cunt slightly, she gasped at the stretch. he looked up and she gave a reassuring nod, draco pushed in more and watched as her back slightly arched. once he was further inside she released a small whimper, the first tear falling, yet she brought him down by his neck, smashing their lips together.

“move” she mumbled out between kisses, but he heard her clearly, moving in and out slowly, she gasped at this and bucked her hips up. the pleasure increasing every time he moved. subsiding the pain.

he then found a rythm and started to thrust into her gently, yet enough to pleasure them both immensely.

“dray-” she moaned out. “that’s right baby, say my name.” he grunted, eyes greadily watching her face contorting into pleasure. she moaned louder when he reached for her clit, amplifying the pleasure, her legs slightly shaking. “fuck yes, just like that!” she whimpered, back arching when she felt that bubbling sensation close again.

he gave a moan of his when her walls clenched around him. with the sight of before imprinted in his mind and the feeling of now, he wasn’t gonna hold much longer. “shit- are you close my pretty girl? gonna cum on my cock?” he asked seductively. she gave a weak mhm, not trusting her mouth to give a coherent answer. “then cum baby, wanna see you fall apart for me” he rasped out.

she came for the second time that night with a loud cry of his name. him following behind as he quickly pulled out. still stimulating her clit to ride out her high. he quickly came on her stomach at the mere sight of y/n cumming.

once they both climbed down from their high, he landed beside her, breathing heavily. but quickly recollecting himself and reaching for y/n, carrying her to the bathroom as he peppered kisses on her head.

he sat her down on the toilet so he could fill up the bath.

he sat her down on the tub, him behind her.

“you did amazing baby” he murmured in her ear as she collected the bubbles. her face heated up as she mumbled a thanks.

“once we clean you up we can go eat whatever you want and then cuddle for the whole day, hm?”

“yeah” she chuckled, face still heated up as he massaged her scalp with some shampoo, pressing kisses in her shoulder every now and then.

“my goddess” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his cheek against her head.

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tastyykpop · 3 years

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ᴘᴇᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ

sub unit: nct u- make a wish

tɑeyong

hes not as subtle as he seems with his little kink. at first you thought he just liked calling you kitty until he started buying you collars. then after collars came the ears. then a tail. what shocked you the most was how he didn't care if it was in front of the members or not. he seems shy, he's not, especially when showing you off. but that's not all. it would seem that not only does he like the sight of you dressed as a cat, he likes treating you as one and he'll make fun of you as doing so.

"is there a reason you're sitting at the table? no? then get on the floor kitty. kittens aren't humans."

basically, unless you say your word, he'll treat you however he pleases with almost no human respect.

doyoung

oh this bunny couldn't care less about your human rights. mean right? well what did you expect from this man. if he wants you to hop around like a bunny, you better do as he says even if you feel humiliated or embarrassed. and don't even think about trying to sleep on the bed with him, you have to earn that. you'll just have to sleep in the cage like a good bunny. aw you've been naughty? that's too bad, doyoung was thinking of playing with you later. guess you'll just have to sit in your cage and watch as he gets himself off without being able to help the aching in your cunt.

jɑehyun

he sure is nicer than doyoung in every possible way, but more of a tease. jaehyun enjoys those flustered moments where he pushes you on your knees and forces you to crawl. he likes watching your face turn red when he tugs on your collar when you misbehave. he likes the power you give him. and he gets full of himself. the more you give shows how much you trust him, so each time he'll push to see how far he can go.

"arent we going out, why are you putting a leash on me?"

"do you know any owner that let's their pup walk freely on the streets? hmm, didn't think so."

lucɑs

there's different sides to lucas whenever your around. he's either the softest or meanest owner you could possibly have. it depends on his mood and how you act and dress. if you dress like an innocent pup but act like a total brat to him, well his hard side will show with his soft side. soft words with rough actions if you wanna put it that way. but, take it as you're a good pup and he'll treat you with utmost respect, like letting you sit on his lap instead of the floor, or sitting at the table to eat with him instead of resting your head on his lap as you wait on the floor for him to spoon feed you like a baby. it's the little things he does that makes you both happy. just, sometimes you get a lil naughty

xiɑojun

xiaojun could easily get carried away once in the act nevermind the sexual aspect. he's a huge softy, doesn't really pay much attention to your bad side because- well, you're like a kitten after all, you're always getting into things your not supposed to and he really doesn't mind all too much. that is until you're purposely pushing his buttons to get a reaction out of him, that's when a switch is flicked. no more human things. that being tv, sitting on the couch, eating at the table, walking, or sleeping in the bed. since you wanna be bad, hes got you all leashed up and you'll have to make it up to him whether you like it or not.

"get on your knees if you wanna be a good kitty for master. you don't want another punishment right, little one?"

jɑemin

here we have a complete sadist. if you think just because he's nice now, he'll be nice all the time. no. in fact, the more you paw at his thigh or scratch at his chest in need, the more he'll make fun of you and ignore his precious bunny. and the more that makes you frustrated. but you can't ask jaemin to fuck you, no way- bunny's don't speak.

"use your words- oh that's right you can't. how am I supposed to know what you want, sweetheart? bummer."

you just end up using your thighs as friction until jaemin notices and hes not very nice after seeing you act like such a horny bitch. again, hes a sadist, he likes your pain.

shotɑro

literally the nicest one on this list and that's a fact. hes the type to treat his pet like a human- yet still not fully. hes atleast nice enough to let you walk, talk, or sit and sleep anywhere you find comfortable because he likes seeing you happy. thats until you start acting different or push him over the edge, then bye bye taro, because shotaro has taken over. he's more lenient than doyoung or lucas because he still doesn't like hurting you too much or making you upset. what he'll do is start slowly taking away things such as; privilege to speak- if he wants you to bark like a dog, you damn well bark like one since that's your only way of 'speaking' to him until he says otherwise. but though making him frustrated is kind of fun, you do enjoy his nice side a whole lot more. he's a spoiler, one to give his pet many gifts and play time and he expects you to thank him each time. and God is he a sweetheart in the bedroom.

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Sasuke Uchiha Spicy/N-S-F-W alphabet!

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

Sasuke isn’t very into aftercare like some other people might be. He’ll probably just get himself cleaned up, and he’ll give you a washcloth or something like that. Afterwards, he just goes back to doing what he normally does. He might give you a sweet, little kiss and if you want to shower with him, he won’t say no. Don’t expect too much from Sasuke after sex.

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

Sasuke would probably say his eyes are his favorite body part. It’s kind of an obvious answer, but that doesn’t bother him one bit. His eyes have an amazing prowess and he’s not going to let anyone tell him otherwise.

On his partner, he hates to admit it, but it’s always going to be their smile. It’s warm, sunny and makes him feel wanted and loved. It’s his one weakness in a partner, and it has to do with the fact that people who love and care about him always smiled at him.

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

All Uchihas have a breeding kink, and that’s the hill I will die on. Sasuke definitely wants to pump you full of his cum, and he’ll definitely hope you’ll get pregnant so that he can continue his clan. He needs you to help carry on the Uchiha name, and he’s not afraid of fucking you for hours and pumping you full of cum.

As for you, he’s going to enjoy overstimulating you. Just the thought of you whimpering and whining as he fucks you over and over, making you cum for the umpteenth time...it’s just something that absolutely drives him insane.

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

He would absolutely never admit it, but he’s interested in maybe having a threesome with you and Naruto. The idea of the two of them dominating you is something he fantasizes about more than he’d like to say so. It’s not like it’s something he’s going to beg you or Naruto to do, but if the situation were to arise...well, let’s just say he wouldn’t say no.

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

Sasuke isn’t experienced, but he is quite the prodigy with almost everything else. He’s very naturally talented at so many things and he enjoys practicing and training until he gets insanely good at something. So, he’s definitely going to know what’s going on before he even gets to try it. He’s just that good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This is a toss up between cowgirl or the mating press. The man wants to fuck many babies into you, but he also enjoys watching you ride him like crazy. Just seeing you bounce up and down on his cock, he’s going to be watching you with intent.

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

Sasuke is hardly ever goofy or humorous, but he might make a dirty joke. It comes out very sarcastically, but it’s very sexy when it’s coming from him. He’s very serious about sex and life. You won’t see him joking around much, but he may crack a smile from time to time while having sex.

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

Sasuke is clean-shaven down there. He doesn’t like the way it feels when he has sex, and he also doesn’t have a whole lot of body hair. The body hair he does have is very dark, and so the carpet definitely matches the drapes.

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

Sasuke is very serious during the moment, and sometimes he can be very sweet and caring. Most of the time, he treats you a little bit like a sex slave that’s basically an incubator for his children...which is something you both agreed to when you got into the relationship. He will show you he cares often, but it’s not always what you need to hear or what you need to see. Sasuke has a hard time being romantic, but he does try as best as he can.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This isn’t something he does that often, but if you aren’t around and the mood strikes him, he’ll find a nice quiet place to do this. It’s just not his favorite thing to do, as he’d rather be doing the act itself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

What kinks does he not have? ^^’ He loves creampies, breeding kink, tying you up, BDSM...the list goes on and on. He very much enjoys dominating you and showing you a very good time. One of his all-time favorite kinks is overstimulation, in which you are just a moaning and whimpering mess beneath him and you’ve drenched him in your own cum.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sasuke prefers doing it on the bed, but he’s not against doing it in other places. He enjoys taking you on almost any surface that he can, and he’s not opposed to having semi-public sex. It makes him so aroused to have the risk of almost getting caught by passersby. It’s something that really fuels him on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As stated above, Sasuke likes being fueled on by being almost caught by someone. He also will get so turned on if you whisper in his ear...but something that really gets him going is if you show him lots of affection. He likes to pretend he hates it, but in reality, nothing turns him on more than you showing him how much you truly love him. It makes his heart race!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sasuke is pretty much into almost anything, but he does like to have your consent before trying anything new. He doesn’t seem the type to want that, but he is that kind of guy. If it doesn’t fly with you, it’s not going to happen. He loves you and cherishes you, so he needs to make sure you’re enjoying yourself as well.

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

Ohhhh Sasuke absolutely adores oral. He actually loves giving it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like receiving it. If you get on your knees in front of him and start sucking him off, he’s going to basically crumble in your hands and turn into putty. If you look up at him with your doe eyes as you deep throat him, he might actually cum right then and there.

As for giving, he enjoys licking and sucking you until you cum all over his face and chest. He’ll keep stimulating you until you’re basically fighting him off of you. It’s just something that he enjoys, and if you whine and whimper, it adds to the whole act of course.

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

Sasuke loves being rough but also teasingly slow. He loves switching it up on you, and he doesn’t hesititate to switch up the pace during sex. Seeing you gasp in surprise or moan in confusion if he tries to change the pace on you. It’s always surprising, but you absolutely adore it. It’s something you admire about Sasuke, and it never gets old.

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

Sasuke enjoys quickies and if it’s all he has time for, he won’t say no to them at all. It’s actually one of his preferred methods of having sex. Having you bent over a desk, a sink or even in some crummy bar bathroom, he’s going to take you to pound town ;) He loves how aroused you get quickly for him, and it spurs him on.

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

Sasuke gets motivated to fuck by the idea of taking risks with sex. Whether it be getting caught or getting you pregnant, it drives him crazy. He will be consumed by lust if you let him take risks during sex. He loves to finger you while other people are around or even using a pair of vibrating panties on you while you’re in public.

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

Sasuke can go for quite a few rounds and his refractory period is AMAZING. This man can fuck for hours and make you cum so much, and he’s barely broken a sweat. This is how he enjoys fucking you anyways.

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

Sasuke has tons of toys, for the both of you. He likes to get off by having a vibrator strapped to his cock, while he presses a vibrator to your clit. He’s not opposed to toys and it’s actually one of his favorite ways to get off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sasuke adores to tease you. If you whine and whimper, he will call you a brat and pull away from you. Sometimes, he likes to tie you up and tease you for hours. Hearing you beg for him to do something is like music to his ears. It doesn’t get old and he’s not going to stop doing it.

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

Sasuke loves it if you’re loud, but he’s not overly loud himself. He will make little noises to let you know he’s enjoying himself, and he’ll curse and swear if it feels really good, but he’s not super loud.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sasuke likes to be babied if he’s not feeling well. He’ll come seek you out and ask you to play with his hair and make his favorite food. He may seem like a completely independent person, but he does need love and affection most of the time. He’s just not going to show it always.

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

Sasuke has a big dick. All Uchiha men have big dicks. It’s curved a little and the girth is amazing, but the length is where it’s at. He’s a good 8.5 inches ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sasuke has a high sex drive, but it doesn’t distract him from his everyday life unless he absolutely lets it. It’s something he enjoys doing with you a lot, but he’s not going to drop his passions to have sex whenever he can. He likes to plan out his sex with you, or be spontaneous when you least expect it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to watch you sleep after sex. It soothes him to watch you cling to him, telling him you love him and then you drift off to sleep. It’s one of the only times he gets true peace in his heart...so it takes a little while for him to fall asleep.

#writing #not requested #spicy alphabet #spicy alphabet sasuke #sexy alphabet #sexy alphabet sasuke #ns*w alphabet #sasuke uchiha #sasuke uchiha x you #sasuke uchiha x y/n #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke x you #sasuke x y/n #sasuke x reader #naruto #naruto lemon #naruto smut #sasuke smut #sasuke uchiha smut

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ihatebnha · 4 years

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Hey 👉🏻👈🏻 Who do you think would have a breeding kink as for me it's hot as fuck and I keep wondering who would have that kink in bnha?

TODOROKI!!! god todoroki is number 1 breeding kink in BNHA and you absolutely cannot convince me otherwise...

I doubt that he would really want or see himself having kids, being that he’s too wrapped up in hero work and had such a scarring childhood, but you cannot tell me that Todoroki doesn’t sometimes dream of one day having his own family. He probably would only want one or two kids at most, but he loves to fantasize about coming home to a preggo wife, or being retired and for once just being able to relax and hold a babby on his lap while they watch kids cartoons.

I also think he’s the type of creepy dude who stares at pregnant people and children when you’re out shopping, but when you ask him about it he just walks away and says it’s nothing… AHHHH my poor baby :(((

dabi also has a breeding kink (for the same reason as shoto lmao *cough*) but that isnt what we're here to talk abt

anyway, enjoy queen! I actually had been planning this one for a while so i’m sooo happy u asked <3

Todoroki wants to fill you with kids. He really, truly does.

Stuff your pretty kitty full until there's no doubt in either of your minds that in a couple months your stomach would swell with the perfect combination of you two. That in nine months, a crying little baby would be born of fire and ice and immense, unrivaled love.

It’s bad, he knows it is, God, does he know, but he cannot seem to stop himself from fucking you raw.

He never hesitates, either. The moment you gave him the okay all those months ago, he ditched condoms and never looked back, not even after your first pregnancy scare, nor the second, or the third.

He cannot take his eyes off your cunt when he first sticks his cock in you, bare, gaze locked on to your pussy like it was made for him to fill; the connection between you immediate, unbreakable, perfect… as if he knew from the moment he laid eyes on you that one day you would be the mother to his children.

Your pussy is so tight, so warm, so ready for him, that when he does bottom out, he doesn’t move. His chest tight with both emotion and the desire to make sure that you’re full, his mind already made up about making sure you never feel empty again, before he pulls out and slams back into you as though his life depends on it.

He pummels you into the bed, not that he wouldn’t normally, but the thought of you lovingly tied to him forever spurs him on, deeper, harder, faster, until he thinks it would be impossible to stop, anyway.

He doesn’t even realize when his eyes glaze over from unshed tears and the feeling of near overstimulation as he hits your cervix over and over and over again, your legs having been pulled over his shoulders into a mating press as you call out for him in your shared, aroused stupor.

“Shoto, Shoto, please, Shoto,” you gasp, and he realizes his name has never sounded better coming desperately from your mouth as you orgasm.

So he cums, clenching his teeth and gripping your thighs, not letting either of you move, keeping you spread open below him before he adjusts your hips upright, watching as his cream struggles to leak from your tight, pretty hole that’s stuffed perfectly with his dick.

He is still buried to the hilt in your heat when he does finally sink down to lay against you, his head resting on your sternum as you smooth back his bangs and press kisses to the crown of his head, and he can imagine it.

You, with messy hair and in yoga pants, as you’re full and round with child, waiting for him to come home everyday, from where he hasn’t figured out yet, but always glowing and excited to see him.

He thinks it’s probably a good thing you’re on the pill.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha imagines #todoroki #ill probs do a dabi br*eding k*nk thing soon too #or something #i hope this was okay bc p*netration is hard to write #and also i didnt really focus on the breeding part just the pr*ggo ness #but whatever #but yea i think abt shoto and pr*gnancy everyday bc i just kno hes into it #but lowkey i feel bad bc i know for a fact if u told shoto u didnt want kids hed be like cool me too and then immediately fall alseep #so its both LMAOOO #pregnancy tw #ms-bassclarinet2003 #as always imma repost if it doesn’t show up in tags #ask #caitie post

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unholyplumpprincess · 4 years

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Eternal Honeymoon Phase

For @itsthesinbin bc we were yelling about Morticia and Gomez and it’s spooky season so the Addams Family works perfectly. I HOPE U LIKE IT!!!!

Summary: You’re the newest addition to the Addams Family couple and you’re a little shier when it comes to their sexual appetites. You’re, well, a virgin, and when you finally ask to do more, Morticia has a better idea on how and when to take your virginity. Under the moon of Halloween, you shall be their sacrifice.

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU LIKE! Minors and ageless blogs DNI or you will be blocked.

Fandom: Addams Family

Relationship: Morticia/Gomez/Reader

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Reader is gn and has a vulva, also reader wears a dress but it’s a costume for an angel costume!, implications of virginity kinks for Gomez and Morticia, uhhhh ya get eaten out and ur face fucked, overstimulation.

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Morticia and Gomez had never been against adding a third to their little ‘eternal honey moon’ romance.

It’s just that no one had ever quite...fit into their world of them as a couple. They could come off a little strong, a little, ah, overbearing and well. Downright indulging in intimacy like rabbits tended to not be something people enjoyed, much to Gomez’s and Morticia’s surprise. Whatever did people mean that they lost a ‘spark’? They just didn’t see it.

They had met you at a family gathering. You’re a friend to one of the many, many, many family members there, exuding such a sweet and kind energy amongst all the dread and vulgarity. You’d seemed a little overwhelmed among everyone else yet still was just as polite with everyone. Your state of dress had been borrowed, Morticia had noticed, from cousin Lilith. The dress you had on spilled off your shoulders and you kept adjusting it with a little shy bow of your head and flashing a small smile.

Poor thing.

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You’d caught Morticia’s eye first, who had hummed her interest as Gomez dipped her upon the dancefloor. Her head had been tipped back, showing the long, pale expanse of her neck that he ached to kiss as her hair spilled behind her. But, he’d seen her eyes lingering on you, trailing up and over to you from where she was looking and a grin spreading across his face. “Cara mia?” He questions in a teasing tone, kissing over her shoulder and up to her neck before pulling her to a standing position. “The one Lilith brought has your attention?”

“Yes...Don’t you think they look rather sweet standing there?” Morticia hums in reply once she returns to his embrace, swaying their bodies together and making sure to twist so they both could glance over at you. You’re talking to another cousin, tucking hair behind your ear and smiling kindly at something someone else says. A laugh graces your features, and even Gomez is humming now.

“Out of place,” He agrees, taking her hand and letting her spin from his grasp only to bring her back in time with the waltz, resting his head upon her breast with a sigh from his lips. “You have always been fond of the smaller ones, haven’t you, Tish?” A playful tease that earns him that charming little laugh from his wife’s lips.

That night they had both approached you, each offering a dance. Morticia quite liked the way your cheeks warmed a healthy shade of pink and you’d been honest about how your dress kept falling. To which Gomez, ever the gentleman had offered his assistance there. Brandishing a pin from seemingly nowhere and getting behind you to help pin the dress closed better. You’d smiled so bright then, thanking him with a hearty laugh. “I thought I was going to pop out of it any second now! Thank you- Would you both like to dance? I’m sure we can come up with something together!”

And how odd you had been. Breaking traditions of just two in an intimate dance. Showing them how Gomez could hold your waist from behind and you could hold Morticia’s from the front and all sway together. Over your shoulders you hadn’t seen the way the two looked at you. A bright spray of sunshine in their gloomy, dark worlds.

They quite liked their rainy days full of thunder and harsh winds, and at first, they thought that wouldn’t be your speed.

You’re invited privately to come into their home for dinner. You’re such a vibrant ray of sunshine in the otherwise dark room, lighting it up with the glow of your presence. There are quiet tests here and there as they get to know you. Such as inviting you on terribly stormy days only for you to excuse yourself with the children to go out and play. Only to come back in soaking wet and smiling just as bright as Gomez wraps you in a towel with a laugh as you exclaim how beautiful their home always is.

And how much you loved that it was always storming or cloudy.

Another time, Mama offers you something and exclaims it to be a sort of poison. Morticia had watched as you smiled, only questioning if it at least tasted good before you’d put it into your mouth. It had been laced, of course, Mama was always good at such things. Thankfully it only made you terribly drowsy. Such a sweet thing you had been with your head in Morticia’s lap that day. Gomez having helped you out of your shoes and let you lay your legs across his lap, stroking over your calf. You’d smiled so lazily up at them, your voice happy as could be. “It did taste good. She wasn’t lying on both accounts, huh?”

Nothing frightened you. Nothing turned you away. Somehow you took doom and gloom and made it into something bright and beautiful without modifying what it looked like. Even the children took kindly to your presence. The house just came to life with you inside it, everyone seemed more active. Even Gomez had taken to leaning over the railing with wistful sighs as he watched you, and Morticia knew it was up to her to do something about it.

You’d been asked to accompany them both to dinner privately. Neither Gomez or Morticia had been into the dating scene- as is they married practically a month after they had met and proposed the day of meeting. Yet, you seemed a little old fashioned to just be proposed to in such short notice. Much to Gomez’s dismay who already had a ring picked out for you and had pouted when Morticia gently closed the box to tell him as such.

You’d agreed joyously to dinner, and not long after had your relationship begun. Gomez had been the one to ask if you would be moving in with them, both of them delighting in the flush on your face and stuttering out about how you weren’t particularly attached to your apartment. He’d insisted with a big smile, and you’d agreed. The children were just as excited, even if Wednesday had showed her own happiness in her own little way of offering to hide weapons in your room ‘just in case’.

Prompting you to ask, of course, “Just in case? What, an attacker?”

“No,” Wednesday had spoken as if it was the most obvious answer on Earth. “Just in case I want to test your reflexes.”

Morticia and Gomez had the delight of watching you spare a grin to her, pretending to pout and telling her. “Aw, man, that’s too bad because maybe I waaaant tooo test,” Only to quickly scoop her up, resulting in their daughter letting out a shriek of terror and joy. “YOUR reflexes!”

The look they had shared was full of love, Gomez’s smile lighting up the room and Morticia having to resist the urge to steal your moment and whisk you away to the bedroom.

To present day, you three have been a couple for nearly half a year. Your first kisses with both of them had been shared, as well as some more intense heavy petting. Normally resulting in you in between them with scarlet red lipstick marks curling up your neck and bite marks on the other side. No one went further than just making you a blushing mess, always one of them murmuring to you that you just need say the word and they would ravish you.

A week before Halloween you shyly tell them that you’re ready to go further.

Morticia has to rest a hand on Gomez’s leg to keep him still when he sits up eagerly in their bed like a dog hearing the word ’treat’, but Morticia only cups your cheek fondly. Smoothing her thumb over the apple of your cheek and drawing you into an oh-so-soft kiss. “In a week, my dear, we shall have a ritual on Halloween night. You are a virgin, correct?”

Her bluntness had made your face burn, a huff going from your nose but you’d nodded. Gomez had hummed next to her, reaching over to replace her hand with his own rougher one and letting you lean into his palm with a pout. “Now, now, none of that, sweetheart! We’ll have plenty of time to plan for you and get questions out of the way. Like condoms! Shall we need condoms? Tish- we don’t have condoms, do we?”

“No, my love, we have never desired them before.” Morticia had responded with a sly smile on her lips, sharing a look with you. It seemed you would burn up before they even got to play, but you’d shaken your head, your voice seemingly caught in your throat.

“Good,” Morticia near about purred. “We shall inquire further- would you like to join us in bed tonight to make preparations?”

You had joined them that night. Talking of consent and what you thought you might want to try or be comfortable with. Ending up curled up in Gomez’s arms with your face buried in his warm, hairy chest and Morticia’s freezing cold arms around you from behind. Embraced and safe within their bodies.

When Halloween approaches, the children are so excited to drag you and Fester outside to come up with games. Pugsley had dressed as a pirate fit with an eyepatch and a sword in hand, whilst Wednesday had merely taken dressing brightly for once. When questioned, she’d merely said in a stoic tone of voice, “A majority of the animal kingdom has brightly colored flesh in order to identify who is poisonous.” You’d thought it was rather clever.

Yourself, you had dressed as a cliché angel. With a white dress that reached the floor with a slit up each leg for more freedom. The top was a plunge neck with criss crossing strings over your chest, and flaring sleeves down to your fingertips. You’d even gotten a little halo headband and little wings to match. Though your halo was quickly given to Fester who had quite the fascination with it, smiling as you told him you two matched.

Perhaps you had dressed as an angel as a tease. Morticia had admitted that she was quite attracted to the fact that you hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, spoken exactly like that. And Gomez had agreed, not as bluntly but definitely implying that it was very much a ‘thing’ for them both. And maybe you were trying to get a little payback for in the middle of the week. When you had been so comfortable resting with them only to find yourself teased with hot and heavy kisses from Gomez and little nips on your neck from Morticia as they both told you how good of a sacrifice you were going to make on Halloween night.

When you’d arrived, you’d certainly felt their hungry stares. You’d call this righteous payback, thank you very much.

The entire day goes rather well, you’d thought. The children had a day full of fun and were being put to bed by Lurch, slung over both his shoulders as they both wave to you before vanishing around the corner of upstairs. Immediately you feel arms wrap around your waist from behind, a warm kiss pressed to your shoulder and Gomez’s voice sighing out. “As much as I appreciate the time you spend with the children, I am glad it is our turn now.”

“And what if I’m too tired, hm?” You tease out, only to fall into giggles from your lips when his arms squeeze tighter around your waist and a low growl comes from his throat. You hear the click of heels approaching before Morticia is in front of you, her long fingers tipping your chin up with two fingers. You can practically hear both yours and Gomez’s breaths leave your body at her beauty. She always looked so regal, especially tonight in a more spider web designed dress that had a slit up the leg.

“If you are too tired, we shall simply put off until next Halloween. I am patient.” She speaks coolly, a quirk to a corner of her mouth when you whine aloud and lean back into Gomez’s arms who makes the same sound as you. Clearly the most patient one in the room was Morticia, but even then, her eyes are flicking down the front of your low plunge dress and you have a feeling that wouldn’t last long.

After a few teasing ‘double checks’ from the both of them, you are brought to a room that you don’t recognize. It’s wide open with windows covering one side, and in the center of the room is soft looking cushions and blankets. In a star formation on either side of the center where the comfortable spot looked were lit up candles, all black with roaring red flames. You should have realized Morticia wasn’t joking when she said sacrifice, but in your heart, you knew nothing bad was going to happen. Nothing you didn’t want would happen.

Gomez is the one who strips you from behind, warm kisses placed on everywhere he exposes behind you. Trailing kisses down your back until he can’t reach whilst standing anymore and letting your dress pool to the floor. Morticia watches, patient as ever with her hands folded at her waist, though her head does tilt, this hungry gaze in her eyes as they fall to your hips. You weren’t wearing underwear, you thought it would give your dress undesirable lines. You flush when you hear the appreciative sound behind you, a firm hand tracing down your side and squeezing your ass.

“You were just as eager to get here as we were all day.” Gomez growls in your ear, both his hands grabbing your hips now and yanking you back against him. You whimper faintly, tipping your head to the side when guided to feel the searing hot kisses up your neck. You’re already dizzy with arousal, faintly hearing Morticia say something only to be released and guided to the cushions instead by her hands.

You’re lain on your back, watching Gomez strip from his suit jacket and loosening his tie to work on the buttons. Morticia slips out of her dress, revealing a black lacy get up with matching bra and panties, a garter belt holding spider web thigh highs on her long legs. You swallow thickly when she crawls up to you, nudging your legs apart that tremble as they fall open. Cold kisses leave scarlet prints up your inner thigh beginning at your knee, her lips coming up and over your hip to your lower abdomen and kissing her way back down, down, down.

Her fingers part your lower lips and you throw your head back in embarrassment when she smiles up at you under her lashes. “Already so wet, little one? How sweet.” You can’t even help the way your hips jump when her cold mouth presses an open-mouthed kiss over the hood of your clit, her tongue pressing downwards against you before sealing her lips lightly over you.

A low whine leaves your throat, your fingers quickly twisting into the sheets beneath you as your hips start to hump against her mouth without thinking. You feel a pressure by your head before your eyes flutter open halfway, looking up at Gomez who pushes your hair out of your face adoringly. “Open your mouth, sweetheart, stick out your tongue for me.” Murmured gently from his lips, and you do as told, a shudder racing through your body when Morticia’s tongue dips lower.

His cock is in his hand, thick enough to the point not even his fingers touch when holding it. It looked shorter, maybe at about five inches with the foreskin pulled back with a tug of his hand across his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of the flushed head, fluttering your eyes closed when he glides the head of it across your tongue. “Ah, there you go, darling, just get used to the taste for now.” Spoken lowly in his throat, as if he’s holding back from just grabbing you and slipping into your throat.

You get to experiment with little laps of your tongue after a moment, keeping your lips parted to allow him to slide the shaft over your lips so you could get used to the weight. A moan spills from you when you feel Morticia’s tongue back on your clit, applying pleasant pressure and moaning against you in turn. You whimper sharply, your hand reaching down to try and find her. She takes the hint, her fingers lacing with yours at your hip to hold your hand there.

It isn’t long before Gomez is pressing the head at your lips, talking you through it ever so softly. “Breathe through your nose, relax your jaw- there you go, that’s my sweet pet.” Crooning as he presses carefully into your mouth. It stretches your jaw, your head tipped backwards and your breath stuttered. He only dips halfway, his hand coming down to rest on your jaw, helping you keep tilted and supported.

By the time he finally slips all the way into your mouth, his balls against your nose and your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head, you’re cumming. You squeeze tight to Morticia’s hand, automatically swallowing around the weight in your mouth with moans blossoming from your chest. Your body trembles, hips stuttering up against her mouth where she licks you through each wave and even afterwards. Until your tremors are too much and you’re making soft whimpers around Gomez’s cock and trying to shake your head, but his hand holds you still.

“Mmh. That was one. Just four more.” Morticia practically croons, pressing a kiss to your engorged clit that’s surely circled by a ring of lipstick right now. Your hips jerk upwards, moving your free hand up to Gomez’s thigh and clinging to him when his hips start to move lightly.

Four?! Four more?! You try to sob out, but only the tail end of it gets out when Gomez pulls his hips back until the head rests heavy on your lips. You try to speak, but Morticia’s nails tracing up your thighs as she sits up catches your attention more. “My love, the toys?”

“Behind you in the bag, dearest.” He hums out fondly, the hand gripping your jaw smoothing his thumb over your wet lips until your lips part again, taking his cock once more with a low growl in his voice. “I think you were made to be a toy for us, little one. How well you take me.”

You can’t help your own whimper when he slides all the way back into your mouth. Your eyes fluttering just as you feel Morticia return with the light pressure between your legs. She lifts one of your thighs, angling you better for the rounded head of a smaller toy that you assume is a dildo, already wet with lubrication. “I would ask Gomez to prepare you as my nails are too long,” Morticia explains, her hand lying flat on the mound of your sex, her thumb circling your clit to not overstimulate you just yet. “But, it seems he is preoccupied at the moment. I cannot say I am not jealous.”

“In d-due time, my dear,” He huffs out, his hips speeding up slightly when you prove you can take the smaller thrusts. Your toes curl, feeling the toy slowly slide into you with a delicious, slight stretch to it. It isn’t long before Morticia’s moving it in sync with Gomez’s hips, your eyes rolling into the back of your head and feeling just like the toy Gomez claimed you were.

You know by the end of the night you’ll end up well taken care of and tired out. But for now, you’re happy to be caught in between them, drooling around Gomez’s cock and feeling Morticia’s cold tongue lapping at your slick.

You think Heaven is a lot darker and gloomier than thought to be.

#Addams Family #Morticia x Gomez x Reader #Morticia Addams #Gomez Addams #nsft #lemon #princess writing

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Perks of the Job

(A/N) One unfortunate part of my immortality is that when I get a thought of something I simply cannot live on without expelling it from my body into the ether. happy late valentines day sorry i work at a candy store uwu so anyway this is long and so i might be able to break it up into 3 or 4 good size parts, if you would like to endure some carol smut with me. Most of u want natasha smut and that’s also coming soon but i am very sleepy bc i forgot i already ate those melatonin gummies so i ate more and then i forgot i ate those so i ate two more and anyway we’re gonna see what happens i guess (future me spoiler alert: bad idea. tasty gummies tho)

Rating: Explicit (18+ holy shit i cannot stress this enough)

Warnings: porn without plot basically; smut; slight daddy kink; ceo carol danvers au; also tony stark shits on dongal trumpet (not literally i just realized how bad that seems after everything else. i meant verbally); oral (reader receiving); Carol being a cocky little shit; ooc wanda probably

Pairing: CEO!Carol Danvers x F!Stark!Reader

Word Count: 5,682

Synopsis: You’re expected to take the mantle as CEO of Stark Industries, being not only the daughter of Tony himself, but also one of the top employees. You work your ass off all day for the company, and how does your father repay you? By cutting off your bank accounts, to ‘teach you a lesson’, and practically giving you away to the CEO of a rival company until a proper deal is made between the two. Out of your annoyance blooms a scandalous affair.

From the moment you stormed out of the elevator, the atmosphere of the otherwise bustling office changed drastically. There’s a lull in conversation, bodies tensing as all eyes are on you. You don’t break your furious stride to your father’s office, bursting through the door viciously.

“What the hell, dad?!”

Tony Stark, a smart man by all means but far from a patient one, looks up with a calm expression that only serves to fuel your anger. “Ah, you’re later than I’d thought you’d be.”

“I had to take a bus. A. Bus.” You shudder at the memory. “Do you have any idea what the New York Public Transportation System is like-”

“That’s exactly,” he leans back, propping his feet on his desk with that goddamn smirk of his, “what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What, Stark Industries moves from insane technology to insane public transport?” You scoff, sitting down with a huff in the chair across from him. “That requires putting my accounts on hold?!”

“No. You are spoiled.”

You gape at him. “I went to college-”

“To get a job here, and, one day, run the place. I know.” He clears his throat, pulling his feet down so that he can stand up. “Your brain isn’t what I’m disappointed in.” What the fuck is happening? “It’s your attitude.”

“You raised me-”

“Exactly. That’s exactly my point.” He sighs, looking out at the New York skyline. “You’re smart, but you’re stubborn. Like me. You can’t keep focusing on partying, you have to actually work for my position. Start pulling your weight.”

“‘Pulling my weight’? I just landed us a deal with-”

“Small investors that only say yes because you’re an attractive young lady.”

You groan in disgust. “Gross, dad-”

“But you rely on my wealth and name to get what you want, and that- we can’t do that. That’s not what you’re going to turn out like.”

You sink into the chair defeatedly. “You’ve been watching The Apprentice, haven’t you?”

“I just goddamn hate Trump so much, sweetie,” he hums, looking back at you with a smile. “I want what’s best for you. So, I’m giving you a real challenge this time.”

This piques your interest. You sit up once again. “A real challenge?”

He nods, claps his hands together. “You’re gonna get us a partnership with Vers Industries.”

“Your… leading rival in aircraft designs?” Your eyebrows pinch inward. “I thought you hated their ‘cocky, bull-headed’ CEO?”

“I don’t hate her,” he clears his throat. “She just has a tendency to elicit strong feelings of dislike from deep within my soul, on occasion.”

“Because she calls you out.”

“Because- no, because she’s young money and I’m-”

“An old man?”

“Keep this up and I’ll keep your accounts turned off,” he warns. You chuckle, but stay quiet. “She keeps refusing my offers, so, I’m sending you to persuade her.”

You stare at him blankly for a long, long moment, letting the pieces click into place. “What’s the catch?”

“Catch? There’s no catch!”

“That sounds suspiciously like there’s a catch.”

“Well, part of the offer is having a personal Stark Industries rep to assist in a few daily-”

“You’re whoring me out?!” It comes out louder than intended.

Your father cringes. “No! Not like that! Jesus, kid,” he runs his hands through his hair and pauses. “Well, she’s not exactly straight, but-”

Another groan escapes you. “You’re gonna marry me off like this is Game of Thrones.”

“You’re goddamn dramatic, you know that?”

“Gee, wonder where I get it from.”

Tony exhales slowly. “Well, anyway, I think with you at the helm, you might learn a bit of responsibility for goddamn once. Earn your pay.”

You roll your eyes. “And get us a good, lasting partnership.”

He grins. “You’ll do it?”

“You act as though I’ve got a choice.”

He claps his hands and lets out a ‘whoop!’

You really hate when he tries to prove a point.

- - - -

Vers Industries’ office feels like a world away from your father’s. While your father favors eccentricity and extravagance over comfort, Vers Industries seems to manage the combination well. There are a few interesting decorations that one could label as ‘questionable’ in terms of art, but there’s also a homely feeling in the wooden walls and plush carpets. Even the furniture is bearable in the reception area.

It’s kind of annoying how friendly everyone is. You’re sure everyone is equally nice at Stark Industries, but most of the employees there sort of fear you for your ‘hotheaded tendencies’ and ‘temper’. At least, that’s what HR says.

Whatever.

“Ms. Danvers will see you now,” the receptionist is a sweet looking boy, probably fresh out of high school, who’s wearing a smile that’s deceptively kind.

You nod curtly, standing and following him to the CEO’s office. You aren’t sure what you’re expecting, but you’re somewhat pleasantly surprised by the interior of the office. It’s a bit chaotic - Danvers must not be the neatest person, but there appears to be some sort of order to everything. The chairs are a deep maroon, save for the navy blue of the chair in which a blonde sits confidently behind a black, shiny desk.

You approach with a sway to your hips, holding your head high. Sure, you’ve played the seduction game plenty of times - it was usually easy, seeing as men are pigs - but you’ve never pulled this on a woman. At least, not successfully for work. (There have been some terrifying mishaps.) You’re a bit hesitant, because Danvers is watching you with burning intent as you hold your hand out in greeting.

She stands, slowly, and shakes your hand. “So you’re the infamous (Y/N) Stark.”

“You’ve heard of me?” You blink in surprise, dropping your hand and sitting primly in one of the plush maroon chairs across from her.

“Everyone’s heard of Stark’s troublesome little girl.” Danvers returns to her seat as well, placing her hands overtop her desk and folding them. “You aren’t exactly the type to stay out of the spotlight.”

“Well,” you clear your throat, blushing despite yourself. “Stark Industries is always headline news.”

“And there it is,” she grins easily, “the segway into why you’re here.”

You squirm a little under her gaze. It’s not menacing or uncomfortable, exactly, but something about her has you feeling on edge. Like you’re waiting for something to happen in some odd, thrilling way. “Mr. Stark has asked you to reconsider his offer,” you search your bag for the file your father had given you and slide it across the desk. “And has added a few small benefits for your sake.”

Danvers arches an eyebrow before opening the file, reading it in silence before looking back at you with a smirk. “He’s offering you to be my personal assistant?”

“He’s offering me as a repres- wait, what?” You wheeze.

“For eight months, while we discuss the terms of our agreement.” Danvers chuckles at your reaction. “I take it you were not aware of this?”

“He definitely did not word it that way,” you say through gritted teeth, forcing your features back into a smile. Your nails are digging into your palms. “But, yes, I will be… your personal… assistant… for eight months.”

Eight months around this woman. Probably constantly. You can’t even gather your thoughts right now and it’s barely been ten minutes!

“Well, that is a lovely offer.” She closes the file. “But I’m not interested in partnering with a man who would use an employee-”

“Before you finish that sentence,” you interrupt, “the deal wouldn’t be finalized for eight months. Eight months for you to reconsider.”

She hums, examining you closely. You try not to squirm again, trying hard to match her gaze without flinching. It’s surprisingly difficult; she really shouldn’t be so intimidating. “Okay.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding when she looks down at the file. “Really? Just like that?”

“Something about making a rich white guy’s daughter be at my beck and call is pleasing to me.” She remarks, making your mind go to several places unrelated to work. “And your daddy must know my weaknesses, sending a cute thing like you to sweet-talk me.”

Daddy. Daddy. Oh Jesus what was she talking about? “My- oh.” You force an awkward laugh, standing up abruptly. “Yeah- he’s, y’know,” you point to your own head stupidly, “a genius. Stark trait, and all.”

“Uh-huh,” Danvers’ smirk widens.

“Thank you, Ms. Danvers, my father will contact you about- about the- arrangement, and I suppose I’ll be working for you soon.”

“You can call me Carol,” the blonde says as you back away towards the door.

“Right. I’ll- ah, sorry, I just- have important things to… I’ve gotta gay. Go. I’ve gotta go.” Your cheeks are burning by the time you slip away, ignoring Carol’s laughter from within the office.

What the hell am I getting myself into?

- - - -

“-tell me that I’d be her personal assistant! I looked like an idiot in there!” You’ve been yelling at your father for the better part of fifteen minutes. The employees outside of the office have avoided the door like the plague.

“But you got the deal, didn’t you?” Tony’s grinning proudly, like you’ve won the lottery in his name.

“Well, kind of. I said the eight months I’d be working for her would be a trial period, that she could tap out whenever she wanted.”

“You what-”

“You literally gave me away like some common employee, I think I have some leeway here.”

The door opens, giving both of you pause as your father’s fiance, Pepper, struts in. “I take it you found out?”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks for the heads-up, stepmonster.”

She scoffs. “As if I’d risk you breaking another computer.”

“She got the deal, though,” your dad offers with a grin.

“She could change her mind,” you point out.

“She won’t.” His grin only widens. “Because you’ll be there the whole way telling her how great Stark Industries is.”

“So this is corporate espionage?”

“No, it’s corporate… encouragement.”

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “she’s a bit… intimidating.”

Pepper looks at you with a smirk. “She’s a bit of a womanizer, I hear.”

You blush. “I- well, I don’t know about that.”

“That could be-” Tony starts, but stops as soon as Pepper gives him a side-eye. “Well, who knows? We’ll have to invite her to our Charity Gala next week. Keep up appearances. Make sure the press is there, catch her interacting with you, (Y/N) and myself, and boom.” He snaps his fingers. “We got a deal!”

“Your confidence is stifling,” you grumble. Pepper laughs lightly. “It won’t be so bad. She’s nice to her employees, at least,” she adds with a sidelong glare towards your dad.

Tony doesn’t respond. Instead, he launches into what he considers to be the best gameplan to keep Carol on your team. You zone out more than once, admittedly, your mind preoccupied with the blonde that’s going to be your boss for the next eight months. Was she always so… is it considered flirting if it’s just stupid banter that flusters you? Maybe you’re overthinking this. She was obviously just teasing you because you’re the spoiled rich kid and she started her own company.

Yeah, that’s gotta be it.

(Right?)

- - - -

It took you an embarrassingly long time to get ready this morning. You’d woken up early because you couldn’t sleep, and spent hours thinking of what to wear, how to look, how to act. You’re twisted in knots overthinking everything about Carol Danvers.

Now, you’re fidgeting in Carol’s office as she lists off the duties she expects you to perform outside of the ones involving the partnership.

You’ve zoned in and out because she keeps moving around, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and her tie loosened around her neck. She looks, by all means, casual as if you were talking about the weather. Her intense gaze occasionally finds yours, immediately making you lose focus each and every time.

After a while, she sighs, tapping her desk absentmindedly. “... but, you aren’t listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”

“Uh,” you blink rapidly, snapping back to the matter at hand. “The, um- the Gala. You wanted to go together.”

A cocky smirk pulls at the edges of her lips. “It’ll be good press coverage, at least.”

“That’s what my dad says.”

“And do you always do what daddy says?” She asks it like it’s a challenge, making you lose your breath momentarily.

“I-I do what’s best for the company.” You sputter dumbly, heat rising to your cheeks. God, nobody has ever flustered you this much before. It makes you sort of angry, how easily she’s able to pull these emotions out of you.

She hums thoughtfully, resting her chin on her palm. “That isn’t what I asked.”

Your mouth feels incredibly dry, all moisture in your body apparently deciding to relocate further south. “I do whatever I want, especially when our interests align.”

Carol throws her head back in a delighted laugh. “What a cute, well-practiced line. Have you used it in interviews?”

You let out a huff of annoyance. “It isn’t a ‘line’, it’s the truth.”

“Sure thing, princess.”

Feeling a little bold, you counter, “You sure seem to enjoy rubbing in the fact that I-”

“Had the world handed to you on a silver platter wrapped in a trust fund ribbon?”

“I-”

“I worked my way from the bottom to the top,” she straightens her back, squares her shoulders in a proud way. “I had nothing, until I got to where I am. You got a throne right next to daddy, an heiress who doesn’t understand the value of a dollar.”

Your mouth falls open in shock. Nobody has EVER talked to you like that. It has you reeling for a long moment. Your stupid thoughts are racing so much, so scrambled, that the only thing you manage to spit out is: “Can you- stop calling him my daddy?”

Carol’s smirk widens. “Why, is that position filled by someone else?”

“No!” You avert your gaze stubbornly. “It’s just- it’s- he’s just my dad. And for your information, I’ve worked damn hard, too. Some of us don’t flaunt our success.”

“You’re right, some only flaunt their daddy’s-”

“Jesus you’re incorrigible.”

“There’s that Ivy League vocabulary.” Carol bites her lip, an action you’re unabashedly drawn to. “Starting today, cutie, you’re going to be working real hard.”

For some reason, the way she says that makes your legs feel weak. You’re pretty certain this job is going to kill you before the eight months are up.

- - - -

Carol was not joking when she said you’d be working harder. You spend most of your first days doing bitch work you remember forcing others to do at your father’s company, and the irony of it doesn’t escape you. You almost wonder if she and Tony are in kahoots, trying to torment you out of your ‘trust fund baby’ ways.

She’s also relentless in her teasing. She’d give your father a run for his money when he first hired Pepper. She just knows your weaknesses, like it’s an instinct embedded deep in her brain, and exploits them so easily that, by the time the day is over, you go home all hot and bothered and flustered beyond belief.

The worst of it happens today.

You were neck-deep in your usual banter with the blonde, firing back as much as you could when Carol is wearing a short-sleeved button-up that beyond proves what you’d assumed before about her being absolutely ripped.

Your thoughts keep trailing off to other worlds where she’s using those muscles to throttle you into the next century, your comebacks becoming less and less coherent the more Carol sorts through her paperwork, deft fingers becoming your sole focus after a few pathetic minutes.

Finally, she stops and says your name. You snap out of your trance to glare at her.

“You’re pretty obvious, you know,” she says.

“Obvious?” You repeat, arching an eyebrow challengingly.

“Y’know, checking me out.” Carol leans back in her chair, causing it to squeak slightly. You cringe at the sound and the accusation.

“How narcissistic of you to believe I’m checking you out.”

“So, you weren’t just thinking about me?”

“Bold to assume I think about you at all.”

“It’s not so bold when you’re undressing me with your eyes.”

“I wasn’t undressing.” You scoff, rolling your eyes to avoid her gaze. Not a total lie. She had a tie on.

“But you admit you were thinking of me?” She grins cockily.

“You seem to want me to think of you,” you note skeptically.

To your amazement, Carol is the one who’s bashful. She clears her throat, looking away for a moment. “I enjoy being thought of.”

Interesting.

“Really?” You take on a tone you’ve used on plenty of potential clients before, planting your elbows on her desk and leaning forward slightly. Finally, a chance to turn the tables. Carol’s eyes dart downard before meeting yours again. “Well, Ms. Danvers, I can assure you, I think of you often.”

Her eyes darken considerably, lips parting to say something probably irritating, but there’s a knock at the door that interrupts her. You exhale softly, standing with forcibly relaxed shoulders to greet Peter - the sweet receptionist boy.

A plan slowly begins to piece together in your mind. You’re far from the most patient person, much like your father, but you surprise yourself sometimes when you’re really focused on something you want. It’s about time the odd game of cat-and-mouse you and Carol have been playing turns in your favor.

- - - -

“Jesus- shit,” Wanda exclaims over Facetime, gaping at your choice of attire for the Gala.

“A good pick, I take it?” You ask with a chuckle, examining yourself in the mirror. The dress is long and flowing, a slit on your left leg up to your thigh and a dangerously low neckline. It’s definitely way too showy for any average charity event, but, then again, most people equated you with being a bit over-the-top much like your father.

That being said, you’ve outdone yourself this time.

“I thought you said you weren’t trying to fuck your new boss?”

“I’m not, I’m trying to make her so flustered she stops teasing me for the rest of the time we work together.” You huff.

Wanda snorts. “It’s a top-bottom thing. She’s clearly caught onto the fact that you’re a pillow princess.”

“I will eat your bones,” you warn, to which she cackles.

“You’re so non-threatening, I can’t take you seriously.” She laughs. “Honestly, though, (Y/N). You’ll drive her crazy in that dress, and you don’t exactly have the best willpower.”

“I have loads of willpower.” You cross your arms defiantly. “Oodles of it. What, you think I’m just gonna give in the moment she tries to drag me away? IF she’s brave enough to risk getting caught fucking Stark Industries’ CEO’s daughter at their own charity event?”

“Yes. Yes I do.”

“Oh, ye of little faith.”

- - - -

Fifty two minutes and twenty seconds.

That’s how long it takes for you to cave. Honestly, it’s probably more than Wanda would have guessed, but not by enough that you can boast about it.

Though you came to the Gala with Carol, you spent the first half hour chatting up as many women as possible. Some of it flirtatious, most of it just friendly as you knew most of the guests, but Carol’s eyes were on you all the while. Then, you started butting into her conversations - not rudely, of course, but staying by the side of your ‘date’ and politely interjecting just enough to remind her that, here you are, being the perfect little assistant.

Flirting with the guys is what does it, you think. You were mostly doing it to coerce them into donating more money, but the reaction you received from Carol was much, much better. She came up behind you with a single dangerous purr, “Where’s your office?”

And, well, that was just about it for you.

Carol drags her tongue over your clit slowly, teasingly. “I don’t like wasting my time, princess.”

She has you on your own desk, your panties thrown God knows where and her head right between your thighs. One of her hands draws mindless, teasing patterns into your thigh, making you shiver in more ways than one. Your poor dress had been bunched up so aggressively, you think you heard a tear.

You let out a wanton moan as Carol prods your entrance with her fingers. “Yet you love wasting mine.”

She enters you roughly, curling her fingers to press on a spot that makes another whimper spill from your lips. “Mm, I think we should put that mouth of yours to good use.” She withdraws her fingers, offering them to you with a daring smirk. “C’mon, don’t be shy. You’ve been teasing me all night.”

You narrow your eyes before engulfing her fingers in your mouth, smoothing your tongue over them to lap at the juices she’d gathered. A quiet noise escapes her, something like a moan, before her lips wrap around your clit, sucking hard enough for your hips to buck.

She withdraws her fingers, slipping them back inside of you with embarrassing ease. “So wet for me,” she purrs, the vibration making you whimper. “And so, so good.” Her tongue runs over your clit, around your entrance. “I love the way you taste.”

“Carol-” your whine of her name becomes a silent cry of pleasure when her fingers start moving, finding that spot inside of you and drawing inhuman noises out of your throat.

“That’s it, baby,” Carol hums, “say my name.”

One of your hands curls into blonde locks, the other clutching at your desk so hard your knuckles are white. The place hasn’t been used since you went to work with Carol, so it was pretty much still a mess, but most of the objects you’d once had on top of your desk had either been tossed aside by Carol or are dangerously close to toppling over on their own.

“God- fuck, Carol,” you shudder, struggling to keep your breathing even as she sucks insistantly on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

She’s eating you out like it’s a game for her; one she’ll always win, her tongue occasionally replacing her fingers to drive you just on the precipice of a climax before stopping and watching you writhe and squirm.

“You look so pretty, all desperate for me,” Carol croons. “You’d look even prettier begging for me.”

“In- your- dreams- Danvers-” you rasp out between harsh breaths. Your whole body is shaking, caked in sweat as you struggle to breathe.

This is the least amount of control you’ve ever had in any situation. It’s alarming how willing you are to give into Carol, as if this were simply always meant to happen. It feels so fucking good, you can’t believe you didn’t just jump her bones the second you walked into her office. How can sex with Carol feel like the absolute best sex in your fucking life?

“Often, actually,” she replaces her fingers with her tongue again, tasting you in a lazy swipe of the muscle. You whimper brokenly, making her breathe a laugh against you. “All you have to do is beg, baby.”

“Carol-” you growl “-the-the Gala-”

“Right, the Gala,” Carol purrs in a mocking tone, biting at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and causing you to squeak. “I wonder what the odds are of a guest exploring Stark Industries?” You shudder at the idea, though not out of repulsion. Carol grins against you. “What would daddy say about his sweet little girl fraternizing with his business partner?”

“What happened to ‘troublesome’?” You groan when she adds a third finger.

“You aren’t so troublesome when you’re begging me to let you cum,” she proves her point by circling your clit skillfully. “Which you are going to do.”

“And- I thought I said to stop calling him-” the word gets caught around a loud moan as Carol plunges further into you by moving back up your body and using her hips for momentum.

“Daddy?” She asks teasingly in your ear, pulling your lobe between her lips with her teeth.

You let out a harsh breath, feeling yourself flutter around her fingers. Carol’s mouth falls to your neck to place a very, very obvious mark that you’ll never be able to hide. When she pulls back, her lips find yours in a searing kiss.

It’s the first time you’ve kissed her for this entire escapade, and it’s nearly enough to make you cum right then and there. She keeps you on that edge though, going slow and deep enough to keep you making quiet noises of frustration into her mouth.

“All you have to do,” Carol murmurs against your lips, “is beg for me, babygirl, and you can cum.”

Your eyes are brimming with tears, it’s so difficult to articulate or think. You want to scream, but the idea of being caught is terrifying. Your resolve crumbles to dust in the wind when Carol finds a spot deep inside of you that draws an inhuman noise from your throat.

“P-please,” you whisper.

“What was that?” Carol presses harder into you.

“P-please, let me cum,” you whine pathetically. “Please, Carol, please, I need- I need to come so badly. I’ll do anything! Please, d-” you’re cut off when Carol smooths over your clit once more, throwing you right off the edge and into an abyss of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.

Your throat is raw with the noises she pulls from you, body numb and tingly as it twitches and bucks beneath hers.

“Good girl,” she says softly in your ear as you slowly come down from the high. “You did so good, baby.”

You slump into her, all of your muscles becoming jelly as she slowly pulls her fingers out and sucks obscenely on them. Carol, thankfully, keeps you steady while pressing gentle kisses against your neck and smoothing back your hair.

When you can sort of feel your legs again, you pull back slightly from her. “I’d return the favor, but- I think you broke my body.”

“Don’t worry about it, princess,” Carol winks, “you can return the favor next time.”

“Next time?”

“You think I’m not gonna fuck Tony Stark’s daughter more than once?” She scoffs, then pauses. “Uh, unless you don’t want to?”

“No, I want to.” You say a little too quickly. Her smirk is back, cocky as ever. Before she can say anything, you add, “Get that shit-eating smirk off your face, Danvers.”

“Sorry, sorry,” she doesn’t, though, “but I can’t get the thought of you screaming my name out of my head.”

“Save it for another day, stud,” you snort. “I seriously don’t know if I can stand right now.”

“Wait ‘til I show you my toys.” She fixes her tie, which, at some point, you’d loosened so that you could shove the collar aside and press heated kisses along her neck.

“Is this included in my pay?” You smooth down the front of your dress, hoping to all high hell that nobody will see that Carol’s torn the side up a bit higher.

“I’d say ask your old man, but,” her smirk only widens, “I don’t recommend it.”

She helps you off the desk, keeping you from toppling over as your body slowly adjusts to not getting your brains fucked out. She offers you your panties, but honestly they’re probably ruined beyond repair.

“We can’t just throw them out,” you huff, realizing that not only were they completely ruined, but they’d also definitely show, with how high the slit in your dress is now. “And this dress was expensive!”

“Aw, did daddy buy it for you?”

“How ‘bout daddy repairs the damn Versace?”

“So I’m daddy now?”

You push Carol’s shoulder with a scoff. “Shut up, Danvers.”

“No, no, I’m genuinely curious now,” she advances quickly, mercilessly, until you’re pressed against the desk again. Her arm slides around your waist, her free hand moving to brush your hair behind your ear. “Do you, (Y/N) Stark, have a daddy kink?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out next time,” you respond huskily.

Carol hums, pressing a lasting kiss to your cheek. “That’s my good girl.”

Wanda is gonna be so goddamn smug.

The rest of the Gala isn’t nearly as eventful. Carol keeps her half-lidded gaze on you the whole time, a proud sort of look in her eyes when she sees the tear in your dress. While you’d love to leave and take care of the fact that you’re still soaked and you have no underwear, it’s simply not plausible for at least another forty minutes.

At last, Carol offers to drive you home and you gratefully accept. The ride is surprisingly easy, not awkward at all. No weird small-talk. Just companionable silence or the occasional friendly jab, like nothing had happened at all.

“Nice place,” the blonde remarks, pulling up to the massive structure after passing the security check.

“My dad got it for me after I graduated-” you stop yourself as soon as you see the stupid grin on Carol’s face. “What the hell is that look for?”

“You didn’t even buy your own first apartment?”

You roll your eyes, avoiding that dumb look in her eyes. “I get it, I get it. I’m spoiled. Geez, between you and my dad I’m basically reminded of it everyday.”

“Tony? Reminding you that you’re a trustfund baby?” Carol snorts, parking her car.

“The hypocrisy, I know,” you roll your eyes. “He cut me off ‘til I can prove myself to him or whatever.”

“Wait, like, your bank accounts?”

“Yup.”

Carol laughs, to your complete and utter shock. She’s cackling, practically. She even makes a show of wiping an invisible tear from her eye. “That’s great. Maybe I was wrong about him.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you huff. “I had to take a bus the other day. Unbelievable.”

This only makes her laugh harder. She’s grinning at you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “You’re kinda cute when you talk about normal people things.”

“I-” you gape at her. “I am not-” you cross your arms stubbornly. “I’m not cute. I’m a badass, sexy woman, dammit.”

“Yeah,” Carol leans in to whisper, “but you’re also adorable,” before blowing a raspberry on your cheek.

You yelp, but can’t contain your laughter once Carol’s starts. This is a different side to her that you often saw with some of her personal friends (at least, the few that you’ve seen). You like when it’s directed at you, for whatever reason.

“You’re the worst,” you mutter once your laughter dies down.

“Not what you were saying earlier, princess,” she winks.

You open the car door with a scoff. “Now who’s being cute?”

“You think I’m cute?” She bats her eyelashes.

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head. “See you Monday, Boss.”

“I believe we agreed on, ‘Dad-” she doesn’t get a chance to finish before you close the door. You swear you hear her laughing, even as you flip her the bird.

Sex with Carol is one thing, but whatever the hell that was? That’s far more dangerous to fall into.

- - - -

“I fucking knew it.” Wanda announces as she, quite rudely, bursts into your loft the following morning. You look up from the television sleepily, stifling a yawn as your best friend approaches. “I knew you fucked.”

“You have no proof,” you respond flatly, your voice cracking. Yeah, you woke up without a voice. Go figure.

“Oh really?” She crosses her arms over her chest. “So, you’re clearly on that post-great-sex-buzz that you get because otherwise you’d be tearing my head off for not knocking. You haven’t even gotten up since I walked in. And,” she leans down, examining you so closely you have to avoid her gaze. “Is that a hickey on your neck?”

Your hand flies up to the spot under scrutiny, blushing furiously. “Okay, okay, fine! I admit it! I’m guilty!”

“I knew it!” She repeats, pumping her fist in the air victoriously before plopping down next to you. “So. What was it like?”

“I don’t have a voice, I can’t feel my legs, and I feel like my third eye opened.”

“Wow.” Wanda whistles. “That good?”

“Jesus Christ, Wanda, I’m a walking jellyfish right now.”

She laughs heartily. “So, are you gonna… y’know, have some kinky office-hours sex?”

You nearly choke. “I- fuck, I don’t know! I think at this point I’m just going with the flow.”

“Because you’re a bottom.”

“Because, technically, she’s my boss and my dad’s business partner.”

“So, yes, kinky office sex.”

“You act like we didn’t fuck in my office.”

“You fucked in your office?!” The dark haired girl gasps. “You dirty little devil! Doesn’t your dad usually go to his in the middle of those events to sneak the hard stuff?”

“I want to make a joke so badly, but I won’t,” you clear your throat. “He does, usually, yes.”

“How do you know he didn’t catch you?”

“Like my dad wouldn’t be up my ass about it if he did.” You roll your eyes. “Tony Stark is a gossiping teenage girl on his best days.”

She hums, nodding her head once. “You have a point there.”

“But, uh, there will be a next time. Carol sort of made it a point that there would be, at least.”

“That’s so exciting! Wow, secret office sex with daddy’s business partner-”

“Why the hell does everyone keep fucking calling him my daddy?!”

“Oh, sorry, is that what you’re calling Carol now?”

“You know, sometimes, I really want to punch you in the face.”

“But you won’t, because you’re a jellyfish and you love me.”

“Mmhm.”

- - - -

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thesevendeadlydorks · 3 years

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Estarossa NSFW alphabet (♦️)

I am doing Estarossa as he appears normally, not when he goes insane and Yandere-ish. I am also doing Estaross and not the guy he killed (wink wink)

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

An absolute King. Estarossa, given that he has the commandment of love, makes sure his partner feels the love and is completely comfortable after they have sex. Whatever you need he will get for you, even if it seems to have nothing to do with aftercare.

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

On himself, he loves his arms. He can hug and squeeze you tightly, making sure you know he cares about you.

On his partner, he loves their heart and soul. (Mostly because he is a demon.) But on a more physical note, Estarossa loves his partner's neck. It's close to their heart and when he kisses and leaves hickies he can feel his partner's pulse, keeping them (and his happiness) alive.

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

Estarossa loves to creampie.

On female partners, he loves it because he would like to imagine the two of you having children and raising the next generation of demons.

On male and non-binary partners, he loves it because he loves the closeness it brings the two of you, making you almost into one.

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

Estarossa would be down to fuck a human. Note the use of the word fuck, not make love to. His commandment would have nothing to do with his feelings and actions in this sense. He also may or may not have indulged in this shortly after being released.

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

He is, but only after being released from the coffin or eternal darkness. Being that he was so young before being released and only had eyes for Elizabeth, he tended to not indulge himself in the act.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Unfortunately, he's pretty vanilla when it comes to this section. Given that he likes intimacy, Estarossa wouldn't really stray far from missionary. Although, with some convincing, his partner could get him to experiment some.

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

Serious, 99.7% of the time Estarossa is serious. He can get goofy if the time calls for it, but he views having sex/making love as a very sacred thing.

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

I would say he would be pretty bushy, but given the picture of him in the bubble bath exists I would have to say he's actually quite bare, with no happy trail and minimal carpet.

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

As stated before, Estarossa views sex as sacred, so he is very intimate and romantic. He IS the commandment of love after all. He loves to leave hickeys all over his partner, but is otherwise quite gentle.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Only when he REALLY needs to. Such as when he is single or when Elizabeth and Meliodas make him VERY upset and he feels he needs to get back at his older brother.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

One of his kinks is the impregnation kink. As earlier stated, he would love to have a little demon army, but this is not his only kink. He also has: creampie, (fake) cheating, and when the time calls for it, rough sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers the intimacy of the bedroom, but wouldn't be hard to convince to do the do in the bathroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His partner is all the motivation he needs, but if he isn't in a relationship then getting pissed off will motivate him plenty.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never actually cheat/help someone cheat. Love is sacred, he just gets off thinking of breaking the rules.

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

Prefers giving but wouldn't mind receiving once in a while. He puts his partner's pleasure above his own, and is relatively skilled at pleasing them.

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

Most of the time he is pretty slow and sensual, but on rare occasions, he will go rough and fast. Depends on if his partner made him angry or not.

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

Nope. Unless he has a meeting or his partner begs him to, Estarossa isn't a huge fan.

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

No risks, all love and privacy. Estarossa wouldn't want anyone else to see his partner in the moment, so he's really not down to take risks.

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

He can last allllll night. If his partner wants to go one round then it's one round, if his partner wants to go for twenty-four hours, he could go twenty-four hours. A day is his limit, though.

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

He owns handcuffs, but those were more of a stubbled-across-and-kept kind of thing and not something he necessarily bought. He may use them if needed, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases a bit, surprisingly, but nothing too much. If his partner doesn't want him to he'll try not to, but no promises.

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

Estarossa lets out low groans and moans, as well as praises for his partner.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Estarossa has been with approximately one demon, two humans, and one angel? He has no idea how the angel got in there, but he cannot forget them. (no matter how hard any demon mage tries)

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

It's not as big as expected, but it's sure nothing to scoff at. He's a grower, not a shower, and can please his partner all the same. He's about three inches soft and six hard, with a decent amount of girth and no veins. He also has a slight curve upwards.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It all depends on his partner, or how angry he is. He'd be perfectly fine with once or twice a month.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He stays awake long enough for his partner to fall asleep, but rests shortly afterward. (I forget if demons sleep but he would mostly just rest his eyes.)

#estarossa #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins a z #seven deadly sins #estarossa ns.fw

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 4 years

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ABC the mandalorian?

A/N: I ended up doing the whole Alphabet, so, here we go!

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

He can’t keep his hands off you. He just wants to keep you beside him, just feeling your skin against his. He’ll only part with you if you ask.

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

For you, he loves your eyes. He loves watching the tiny nueances of your expression, the way the corners crinkle when your happy or the way they roll back in pleasure as he makes love to you. He can cum just by watching you.

For himself, he likes his hands. He knows their big and can’t help but watch them as he runs them across your skin. You seem to appreciate them to, which only add to his own pride.

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

Din is a mess when he comes. He has basically no experience, so controlling where he cums can be a bit of a trick. That all being said, his basic instinct is to cum inside you. Once your bodies are connected, he doesn’t want to leave, not for anything.

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

He jerked himself all to the thought of you, a lot when you first joined his crew. He didn’t know what it was. Just having your around, brushing by him in such close quarters drove him crazy. He eventually got a hold of himself, but that didn’t stop him from feeling incredibly guilt and embarrassed afterwards.

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

I’m saying it right now: DIN DJARIN IS A VIRGIN!

I am tired of seeing all these “spank me Daddy” Din headcanons all over the place. The man has repeatedly said, he hasn’t taken off his helmet in front of anyone since he was a child, and considering how devout he is, my guess is that means the rest of his armor stays on too. He hasn’t so much as received a peck on the cheek. The first time you hold his bare hand, he nearly faints.

The man has no experience before doing it with you, and you bet your ass it’s only after he’s decided to take off his helmet around you. No blindfolds or doing it in the dark. All or nothing baby!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He want to be able to look at you when he fucks you. He wants to watch your face, and feel his body over yours, keeping you close and safe against him. The only close second is to have you ride him. He watches you in awe, taking your lead on how best to touch you as you rock against him. He just wants to see the pleasure take over your face when you cum.

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

It takes a while for him to lighten up in bed. At first he takes it very seriously, studying your body like he would a new weapon; finding the best ways to use it and himself to bring you both pleasure. You’re the one who gets him out of his head, and shows him that sex could be for fun as well as intimacy.

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

He keeps it pretty trim, more of his own comfort than anything, but not much in terms of man-scaping. So long as it doesn’t bother you, it’s not really something he thinks about.

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

Din is the epitome of romance and intimacy during sex. Every time you’re together, it’s like he’s trying to absorb you into his skin. All the things he can’t put into words, he shows you in how he touches you. It can be really intense, but he holds onto you, keeping your grounded as raw emotion floods your veins as surly as the pleasure.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Just because he’s a virgin, does not met he’s completely clueless. He doesn’t do it often. He frankly he has better ways of relieving stress, but there are times it’s the only cure. Weirdly after you together, he does it more often. Not to a ridiculous extent, but more like he has a solid image of someone to think about, and the specific stress of being away from that person can get to him sometimes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He doesn’t have many. I do think he leans more towards service top. He’s not interested in controlling you. But, he does want to know he’s the one giving you pleasure. Honestly, just saying his name can be enough to get him to cum.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Razor Crest, hands down, preferably in his own bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

In a fun way? Honestly any time he watches you be really sweet with Grogu. Just seeing you hold him and try to make him laugh hit something deep inside him. After you put the kid to bed, he just wants to feel all of you at once and thinks what it would be like to give you a baby of your own.

In a not so fun way? Any close call you have. The moment your out of danger, Din wants to just strip you down and fuck you senseless, just a reminder that you’re both still alive and that he can still take care of you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you, or him for that matter. Din Djarin is not your BDSM, “your daughter calls me Daddy too”, whatever Tumblr seems to be obsessed with. The idea of hurting you, even for pleasure just does not compute for him.

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

If you go down on him, the man will not last. He’s actually embarrassed the first few times. All it takes is a few minutes of you swirling your tongue around his tip before he’s cumming down your throat. You’re a goddess with your mouth as far as he’s concerned.

He also loves going down on you. It does take him time to get a proper technique, but eventually he gets it. There has been more than one occasion he’s ripped of his helmet and dove between your legs, not bothering with the rest of his armor.

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

It varies. Sometimes he wants to take his time and others it’s just about getting you off as fast as he can just so he can do it all over again. But, no matter how fast you go, the emotion and intensity remain the same.

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

Not really his thing. It’s actually really hard to fuck you with his armor on and so would rather wait until he can take it all off. That being said, it’s hard for him to say no to you going down on him for a quick one in the cock-pit.

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

He’s really cautious when it comes to sex. He hasn’t had a lot of experience, and frankly nobody really talked to him about it. He’s still exploring his sexuality with you, so the key is to be patient.

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

So good. He cums quickly the first few times you have sex, but his recovery time is amazing and once he gets better control of his body, he can keep you occupied for hours, making you cum until you just can’t take it anymore.

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

Not really. For him sex really is about being with you. You might introduce some stuff later, but it’s a lot further down the line.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s really really bad at it. Like he cannot tease to save his life. He might nip at the inside of your thigh before finally touching your clit, but that’s the extent. He just wants to make you cum.

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

Not very. He’s not much of a talker, and that’s no different in bed. Lots of soft grunt and curses mixed with moans and the occasional pet name. Otherwise, he’s main just listening to you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Demisexual Din? Demisexual Din.

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

Slightly larger than average, but he doesn’t know it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not especially high before he meets you. But once you’re together it does go up. It’s nothing he can’t handle, but he doesn’t get noticeably more grumpy if he hasn’t been around you in a while and once he does see you again, you guys can go for hours.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He takes him a bit to come down after you’re done. Honestly, he won’t let himself fall asleep until he knows you’re comfortable already dozing off in his arms.

#star wars #the mandalorian #mando #din djarin #din djarin x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian x reader #lemon

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hitchell-mope · 3 years

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ABC headcanons part 3. Jay Tahan and Carlos de vil

WARNING!!!! THIS POST CONTAINS NSFT MATERIAL

I’ve decided to cover both of them in this one because they’re a couple in this au and it’d make no sense to make two separate ones since they’d end up overlapping

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after the act). Jay is very attentive when there finished. Carlos would return the favour but he falls asleep as soon as they’re finished

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s). Jay loves Carlos’s small, speedy and skilled hands as well as his very strong legs. Carlos loves every single part of Jay’s highly impressive body. On themselves. Well. Jay’s a very vain and slightly crude person so he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of his southern equipment. Carlos loves his freckles and his own butt

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically). They’re both fine with it. Carlos likes it a tiny bit more than Jay though. Especially when it comes from Jay.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs). For Jay. Carlos knows it because Carlos unlocked it. But he likes being called the paternal honorific. Like a lot. For Carlos. He loves being controlled and taken care of. It makes him feel safe.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?). Jay is more experienced than Carlos. But Carlos is catching up extremely fast. And yes. They both know what they’re doing. They wouldn’t be doing it otherwise

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying). Carlos loves it when Jay lifts him up above the ground as they’re doing it. Jay loves laying down on his back while he does all the work.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc). They’re both goofy. There’s a helluva lot of laughing

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc). Carlos is well groomed. He takes pride in his appearance. Jay. Not so much. He lets his body hair grow wild and free. And yes. All the colours match. Carlos even has the black and white hair colour all over his body.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…). They’ve tried to be romantic when they do it but they always end up getting carried away.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon). Carlos does it most often. He doesn’t even try to hide it because he uses it as a seduction technique. Jay does it as well. He’s just more sneaky about it

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks). Carlos loves it when Jay uses his magic on him. And he’s absolutely obsessed with Jay’s genie form. And then there’s the copious amounts of chocolate they use. Jay loves being referred to by the paternal honorific. And when Carlos uses his science knowledge in the bedroom. He also loves the ram horns Carlos grows after unlocking his demon magic

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do). Their absolute favourite place to do it is in the shower at their apartment.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going). For Carlos it’s Jay working out. Or Jay showering. Or Jay getting dressed. Basically anything Jay does that involves a lot of exposed skin. For Jay. It’s Carlos teasing him or being physically affectionate.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs). Not many. Like I said. Carlos likes being controlled and taken care of. And Jay is game for pretty much anything provided Carlos is up for it. So I guess any of their Hard No’s are when Carlos is opposed to something. And when Carlos doesn’t look like he’s into it. Which is extremely rare. But it does happen

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc). Jay likes to give. And Carlos loves receiving. Mostly because Jay is insanely good at it. But Carlos is also a little genius in that department as well so Jay will never say no to receiving if Carlos offers.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc). Carlos prefers it fast and rough. Which is lucky since that’s Jay’s area of expertise. But he’ll slow down if Carlos asks him to.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc). They’re not exactly fans of it. They really like taking their time. But if they’re both busy and haven’t done it yet that day then they find an excuse to sneak off and do it. And hopefully be back before anyone notices they’ve gone

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc). They’ve definitely experimented. There was that one time Carlos got surprised by multiple Jay’s. It was soon labelled “the best night ever”. As for risks. Well. Carlos is nothing if not sneaky. And he’s made great use of that skill. In the pool. At Jay’s 19th birthday party.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…). Let’s put it this way. They both have unlimited energy. And that was before Carlos unlocked his demon magic. After Carlos unlocks his demon magic. Well. They’ll both keep going until one of them says “stop”.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?). They do have some. And they’re mostly used on Carlos. Though Jay isn’t adverse to being restrained or blindfolded if Carlos asks it of him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease). Carlos is a massive tease. The birthday party pool incident being a standout of what he’s capable of. Jay got his own back though. Three Jay’s. And one Carlos feeling very left out and frustrated that he wasn’t allowed to join in

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make). They’re both very loud. Jay grunts and Carlos squeals. And there’s a fair amount of Arabic and Italian cussing.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice). Carlos initiates about 95% of their sessions. And Jay is the more romantic out of the two

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words). Jay has definitely won the genetic lottery southern equipment wise. He’s an incredibly magnificent physical specimen. As for Carlos. Well. Let’s just say his intellect isn’t the only thing that’s impressive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?). Oh so high. If they didn’t have other things to do they’d end up never leaving their bed

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards). Carlos almost always falls asleep first. Jay stays awake longer since he cleans them both up. It may seem slightly unfair since Jay does the majority of the work. But he likes taking care of Carlos so he doesn’t feel like it’s unfair. He’s just happy making Carlos happy

#disney descendants #jay son of jafar #carlos de vil #jaylos #jay x carlos #carlos x jay #jaycarlos #carlosjay #zendaya!mal #abc smut #alphabet smut #nsft

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actuallysaiyan · 3 years

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Jiraiya N-S-F-W/Smutty Alphabet

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

Jiraiya is very sweet with aftercare. He’ll clean you up gently, but sometimes this makes him even more horny when he sees his seed leaking from your cunt. It takes a lot of willpower for him not to take you once again. That being said, he’ll ask you if you’d like to shower, or maybe have something to eat to refuel so you can go a few more rounds before the night is over. Jiraiya is sweet, but he is very horny.

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

Jiraiya doesn’t really have a favorite part of his body...wait, scratch that. There is one part of his body that he really does think is his best asset. It’s his cock! It’s huge, veiny and makes women scream in pleasure. There’s nothing better than having a magnum cock.

On you, it’s definitely your tight little cunt or your tits! He can’t get enough of either of those, and he loves that no other man or woman can have access to them. He loves filling your pussy up with cum, and your tits are so soft and sweet, he loves to kiss them and lay his head on them.

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

Jiraiya loves cumming deep with you, and he enjoys fucking his cum deep inside you. He’ll pump load after load inside you, telling you what a good girl you are. You take his cock so fucking good, it makes him hard just thinking about it. He also enjoys cumming all over your face and tits, and he just drenches you in his seed.

With you, Jiraiya will make you cum until you’re literally crying for him to stop. You don’t have to worry about Jiraiya, he’ll take such good care of you. He needs to, because he adores you so much.

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

This man has no dirty secrets. He writes glorified smut for a living, so all of his fantasies are out in the open. They are open for display, and he doesn’t care who reads them. He enjoys how nasty he is, and he will let you know about any of his sexual fantasies.

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

Jiraiya is very experienced. He knows all the ways to make a woman squirm and squeal in pleasure, and he’ll have you cumming in no time. He’s been with lots of women, and though he seems sleazy and perverted, that does generally help him discover all kinds of new techniques in bed.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This is a tough one, because Jiraiya actually loves almost all positions. He does enjoy doggy style for when you’re being a brat and he wants to dominate you and fuck you hard. Missionary and spooning is when he’s feeling more loving and wants to be near you as close as possible. The mating press is for when you awaken his breeding kink. Jiraiya also enjoys having his dick between your tits, and your mouth around his cock.

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

Jiraiya loves to have fun and be funny during sex a lot of the time. He’ll say some pretty perverted things about your body, but you are more than used to it by now. He enjoys saying dirty things, and he’ll degrade you a little if you let him. It makes him rock hard if he gets to enjoy your body and compliment you or call you his little cumslut. If the situation is more romantic, he’ll be very sweet and serious.

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

He is quite well groomed, but the hair he does have is white and wild. It’s fluffy and soft more so than coarse, but he enjoys trimming it and keeping it clean down there for you. He doesn’t want you to swallow any hairs, but you don’t give him a hard time if there is a bit of landscaping to be done.

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

Jiraiya can be so romantic if you allow him. He’ll hold you close, kiss you sweetly and make you so wet. He’ll tell you how beautiful you are, and he’ll make sure you know how wanted you are. He enjoys the intimacy just as much as anyone else, despite his perverted nature. But, if he’s feeling particularly horny, he might be a little less romantic and a little more nasty.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It’s well known that Jiraiya likes to take care of business when he can’t be with a woman. There’s no exceptions there when he’s with you, and if you are gone for a long period of time, Jiraiya has some toys that can help him get over the edge. His mind is always filled with thoughts of you riding him as he fucks himself into the fleshlight and he’ll moan and groan as he cums hard.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jiraiya literally enjoys so many kinks, it’d be easier to write down what he’s not super into. He loves having your consent for all of them, otherwise he won’t do them. Jiraiya adores you, so he is only willing to practice his kink if you are alright with it. His favorites might include BDSM, titty fucking, thigh riding, whipping, collaring, slight ageplay, face riding and face fucking...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Jiraiya adores doing it at home. He likes to be able to fuck you in peace of his home, and he’ll be able to fuck you better and for longer if he knows no one will interrupt. That being said, the man is definitely not opposed to fucking you anywhere he can. He loves the thrill of getting caught, and it’s definitely never stopped him before. Catch him in the onsen, and you’re definitely going to get fucked if you’re the only two there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, it doesn’t take a whole lot to get Jiraiya going. He’s mostly always horny, but he is a good man. If you really want him to fuck you, just rub his thigh and bat your eyelashes at him. Then you lean in to whisper “fuck me, please, Jiraiya-sama.” in his ear and he is as good as yours. You don’t have to do much to get Jiraiya in the mood, and that’s honestly one of the best things about having Jiraiya as a lover.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jiraiya will not do anything involving faeces or urine, and he’s not really into anything that’s really going to hurt you. He loves you, and he will do nothing to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. He’s willing to try almost anything with you, but he will always get consent first.

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

Ohhhh boy, Jiraiya will lose his absolute mind if you kneel in front of him and deep throat him. He’ll tug on your hair and praise you, while fucking your pretty mouth. He loves thrusting into your mouth and watching you gag and drool all over his huge cock. It turns him on to see you this way.

On the flip side, Jiraiya adores going down on you. Just the smell of your aroused pussy sets him off. He’ll lap at your cunt for hours if you’d let him. He loves the feel of your thighs squeezing around his face, and if you tug on his hair, well he’ll be so happy for that as well.

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

That all depends on what kind of mood you are in. If you need him to be sensual and slow, you better believe that he’ll fuck you so nice and proper, and he’ll be so caring and loving, it’s very romantic.

If you need him to fuck you hard and get out some frustrations, he’ll dominate you and degrade you a little. You’ll be his little sex kitten that night, and he’ll spank you and grab your hips hard enough to bruise you. Whatever you need, Jiraiya can be that person. He’s very versatile.

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

Oh ho ho! Jiraiya is a big fan of quickies. Any chance he can get to fuck, he’s not going to deny it. He loves quickies when you’re somewhere where you can both get caught fucking. He loves pinning you up against a wall and pumping into you, making you whimper and making your cunt clench around his huge cock.

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

Jiraiya is a huge risk taker, and he’ll definitely tease you any chance he gets. If he feels like commenting on your body in front of people and making you blush, he’ll do it. If he feels like rubbing your wet little pussy while you’re in public somewhere, you better bet that he’s going to do it. He’s not going to stop himself, unless it’s going to get you hurt or killed, which is never the goal.

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

For an old man, Jiraiya can last quite a long time. He does need quite a bit of time between rounds to recover, but he’s more than willing to finger you or eat your pussy to make up for it. If you feel like going for a shower or food in between rounds, this makes him very happy. He’s into refueling to fuck again.

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

Jiraiya has lots of toys. He’ll use some of them on you if you’d like, and he’ll use some on himself as well. He enjoys vibrators a lot, since they can give pleasure to the both of you. Lots of times he’ll get you to put on vibrating panties and he’ll take you shopping. If he can make you cum without you causing too much of a ruckus while you’re shopping, he’ll buy you whatever you like.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jiraiya is a huge tease, and he loves to fluster you as much as he possibly can. He’ll slide his fingers up and down your wet folds, only to pull away when you think he’s going to penetrate you. He loves using his cockhead to tease you, whether it be around your lips or around your pussy, it’s one of his favorite things to do. He enjoys watching you squirm and wiggle to get the pleasure you so hope to receive. He’ll call you desperate and a cumslut, but you love when he’s like this with you.

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

Jiraiya is very loud. He grunts, groans and moans. He’s not afraid to make sounds to let you know he’s enjoying himself. He also loves to talk dirty, and he’ll call you all kinds of pet names while you’re riding his thick cock. It feels so good, so he needs to let you know.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jiraiya is a huge fan of titty fucking. He loves seeing his cock between your tits, and he’s a fan of every size and shape of titties. He’s not picky when it comes to that, but he loves the feeling of you squeezing your breasts around his thick and meaty cock, and he’ll cum so fast if you lick the head while he fucks your tits.

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

Jiraiya has a HUGE cock. It’s a good 10 inches, very very girthy, and it’s got a lot of nice veins that rub nicely on your walls. Despite having a huge cock, he does not cum quickly. He’s literally been so gifted by the gods or chance to have such a wonderful appendage. Other than that, he’s beefy, huge, muscly and so well toned, you’re surprised that he is actually that much older than you first perceived.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jiraiya literally has the sex drive of a teenage boy discovering Playboy for the first time. He always wants to fuck, and you can literally get him rock hard in seconds if you play your cards right. He’s always willing to fuck if the time is right and you’re willing to as well.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Jiraiya enjoys making sure you’re well and comfortable before he spoons you and falls asleep decently quickly. He needs the reassurance that you’re all taken care of before he can even shut his eyes.

#writing #not requested #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto lemon #naruto smut #jiraiya lemon #jiraiya smut #sexy alphabet #jiraiya sexy alphabet #jiraiya smutty alphabet #jiraiya x you #jiraiya x y/n #jiraiya x reader

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moonlit-han · 4 years

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stray kids’ reactions when finding out that you’re pregnant ↠ all members

genre: reaction, fluff, angst word count: 3.3k warnings: discussion of pregnancy (obviously), mention of abortion, discussion of sex & kinks, swearing, suggestive request: yes (anon) a/n: i tried to make this inclusive of anyone who can and decides to bear children. this is in no reflects stray kids in reality, as this is purely a work of fiction. also, thanks to lin for the cheesecake and twirling bits~ reminder: respect a person’s right to choose whether they will have a child or not. it’s their business and their’s alone. if you have a problem with that, then perhaps this fic isn’t for you. and, please remember to practice safe sexual habits and always, always, get continued and enthusiastic consent!

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bang chan

a year after getting married

the two of you had decided to have children

and had been trying to conceive for maybe 5 months

for the first couple months, you’d both been stressed and so your bodies hadn’t exactly cooperated

but just this last time you’d tried, everything had been perfect

the mood was just right, you’d moved seamlessly together, it was exactly the right time of the month

everything was as it should be

so, a few weeks later

you’d called chan into the bathroom and taken the little test

having woken up feeling a little off

…..well, not necessarily off, but just different

you thought it’d be a good idea to take the pregnancy test

you sat on chan’s lap as the test slowly revealed the information

and since you’d done this several times before,

you leaned your head back against your husband’s shoulder, waiting with bated breath

after a few minutes, chan, who’d been looking down into your lap, rubbed your belly excitedly

“oh love, you’re pregnant!” he said,

you turned in chan’s arms and began to cry from sheer relief and happiness

you’d had a little nagging worry in the back of your mind that you might not be able to get pregnant

but it was just that now: meaningless worry

you couldn’t believe it

you were going to have chan’s baby

and honestly, you couldn’t think of a better person to be a father

chan was practically vibrating

because, oh my gods, he was so excited

i mean;;;

really!!

fucking!!!

excited!!!!!

he now gets to channel all his dad energy into

actually being a dad!!!

eeeeeep!!!!!

he’d been wanting to be a father and now he was!!!!

he was on cloud 9

and so he scooped you up to carry you to the bed, gently laying you down

“i’m not going to break like fine china” you giggled, and chan just kissed your nose

for the rest of the day, chan absolutely worshipped you (and your body)

making it extremely obvious that he was even more in love with you than before

that he would love you until the end of time and beyond

lee minho

you hadn’t exactly been trying to get pregnant

but pregnant you were

you’d used protection—two kinds!

and were careful

but sometimes that’s just not enough

you noticed that your period was late

only by a couple days but your cycles were freakishly regular

so, you went and got a pregnancy test

minho was at work when you called him

(he’d had to go in on a saturday to finish something ajhskjfh)

so you really just couldn't wait to tell him

when he picked up, you didn’t waste any time

“minho, i’m pregnant”

“WHAT??!!!”

you could practically hear minho’s look of shock through the phone

“i’m pregnant, minho. can you come home early so we can talk about this?”

“yeah i’ll be home as soon as i can!!”

you just curled up on the couch with the cats, waiting for him to get home

minho was a little panicky bc neither of you had planned for this

not now, if ever

the two of you were neck-deep in your careers

and had been doing perfectly fine without children

while the idea of it was nice, you knew that, realistically, you probably wouldn’t be able to support children

it seemed like you were being tested by the universe or something

as much as you didn’t want to admit it

the decision was fairly clear to you

so when minho came home

you’d been thinking about the situation for a long time

and had already cried once

“i can’t, min,” was the first thing you said when he sat down next to you

“i know, honey. it’s okay.”

“i feel horrible but i can’t have this child. we haven’t planned for this or anything. this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

your voice was a little shaky as you laid your head against minho’s shoulder

“so, what are you thinking you’ll do?”

minho’s voice is gentle and leaves all the space in the world for whatever answer you’ll give

“i— please don’t be mad?” you’re starting to worry now

“y/n, love, it’s completely your choice. you know that. i support you whether you decide to have the child or not.”

minho wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer

“i don’t think i can see this through right now, min,” you said quietly

he nods, knowing what your next words will be

“i’m going to get an abortion. it’s still so early—it’ll be fine.”

minho just held you as the weight of what you’d just said crashed down

but you knew it was the right choice

there was no way you were ready to have a child

minho was the most supportive and understanding he could be

you were glad that you’d chosen him as your life partner

and, if you ever did decide to have a child, you knew that he’d make a great father

just his reaction and support in this situation alone told you that much

maybe, just maybe, you’d try in a few years

seo changbin

you and changbin were kind of neutral on the whole “having kids” thing

you weren’t trying to get pregnant

but then again, you weren’t trying not to get pregnant

plus, you’d just found a new kink of changbin’s

he’d come home one night and was ~very much in the mood~

he was just praising you over and over, and telling you exactly how he was going to make you feel incredible

then one little thing slipped out, one totally new thing

“i’m gonna fill you up so well”

but there was no denying that it was insanely hot

especially in his slightly husky voice

he’d continued, over and over, his face buried in the crook of your neck

and by the end of the night, you’d felt a bit like an eclair with too much cream in it

it wasn’t your period that had alerted you

no, not that because your period was annoyingly irregular

it was when you started to feel a bit funny in the mornings

that you decided to take a pregnancy test

you’d been shocked (well, only a little bit) to find that you were indeed pregnant

you waited until changbin got home

and then sauntered up to him quite sexily

you trailed your fingers over his chest and whisper “hey baby”

changbin looked more than a little excited and was all “just give me a minute and then i’m all yours”

and then, you just dropped the news into the conversation like a child drops a particularly large rock into a pond

knowing there will be a splash but not really caring

“i’m pregnant” *y/n grinning like a fox*

changbin spluttered and had to lean against the wall for a moment

he finally got himself back under control

changbin: “well, i guess my impregnation kink paid off”

AKLJDHAKLDJFHGAKJDFH

y/n: “fucking hell bin, you’re not supposed to say that!”

changbin: “i’m right tho…..”

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

yeah okay changbin was right

and it had been a hot several weeks in the bedroom since he’d realized that kink

you definitely couldn’t complain

the two of you decided that you’re ready to be parents

and that, of course, you’d stay together

the child would have two completely devoted parents

who, when the child turned 25, would insist on telling them the story of their conception

changbin was absolutely over the moon

he couldn’t wait to cuddle you while your belly grows

bc you’d be even softer than usual

and absolutely lovely

just knowing you’re carrying his child makes him even more in love with you than he already was

hwang hyunjin

mild panic

nothing major

just thE FACT THAT HE GOT YOU PREGNANT

FUCK

F U C K

…………..

what if his mother found out

he’d definitely be dead as a doorknob, then

aNYwAy

hyunjin would be nothing but incredible

yeah, he wasn’t expecting that he’d get you pregnant

and you’d been on birth control and being very careful

he also completely expected you to not want to have the baby

and, really, he was okay with that

it was your body, after all

but when you told him that you were pregnant

and that you wanted to have the baby

he immediately went into full-on support mode

telling you he’d never, ever, leave you

and that he’d always be there for the kid, too

he snuggled you for hours

(literally some of the best snuggling you’d ever had)

just talking about how you’d be parents

and what color you should paint the child’s room

hyunjin voted for peach, since it’s a warm color that would both brighten the room and calm the little one

you also talked about whether, now that you were pregnant, you wanted to get married

“while i’d be heartbroken if i couldn’t marry you, y/n, i understand if you don’t want to.”

you’d immediately shot down that idea

“nope, i’m marrying you, hwang hyunjin. you’re not getting out of that one so easily!”

hyunjin was extremely relieved, since all he’d wanted to do since you’d started dating was marry you

and now he was going to!!!!

you’d kissed him thoroughly and were well on your way to doing more

when hyunjjin remembered that he should probably tell his mother that

a) he was getting married

and b) he was going to be a father

you promised to tell your parents, too

everyone was surprised, but not too surprised

your mother actually said she’d been waiting for one of those two things to happen so the two of you would just get it together and be together for the rest of your lives

(ajfgakjdfghalkj moooooooom;;;;; )

you decided to have the wedding after the baby was born

after all, you were committed to each other

and there was no reason to think otherwise

all you could think of as you lay in bed that night was how your child would definitely be taller than you by the time they were twelve

as hyunjin lay beside you, all he could think of was that the baby would have your smile

he was sure of it

and he knew that everything would be okay

as long as he kept you smiling

han jisung

jisung’s immediate response was:

“oh my god, we need cheesecake to celebrate!!!”

and proceeded to drag you out the door to buy cheesecake

he’d be just as excited as chan

and had definitely been thinking about what it’d be like to have kids with you

so when you’d told him you were pregnant

jisung was ecstatic

he’d already been thinking about names

and wasted no time in telling them to you

the day after you told him

you spent an entire day in bed, just talking about what you’d name your child

how you wanted to raise them

what you’d like to be called as parents

if there were things that you were completely against in parenting, you’d discuss those, too

aaaand after a particularly lovely morning in bed,

jisung just kinda mumbled to you

“baby, you’re gonna be so hot”

“ji what’re you talking about?? i’m not already hot?“

“you’re gonna be even hotter. when you’re showing. like, holy fuck!! just knowing you’re pregnant with my kid is the hottest thing ever. you’re gonna be an amazing parent—it’s all you! there wasn’t, um, much for me to do…”

“hmmm, enjoy it while it lasts, because i’m gonna have dark circles under my eyes for the next 10 years”

“you’ll still be hot as fuck, though, baby”

AKFJLHALKDFHSJKFH

he’s just really sweet and excited hhhhhh

jisung would also try to learn everything he could to support you

and make sure that you and the baby stay safe

oh and then that one time you went to the obstetrician for a routine check early on

and welp you’re having twins

jisung kind of freaked out

but mainly around his friends

to you, he was nothing but excited and totally ready to take on the challenge of raising two kids at once

yikes

but he would be determined to do everything right for the kids

and would be such a fun and loving father

lee felix

felix hadn’t said anything about it to you before

but once you’d gotten married

he’d really wanted to have kids

felix, though, being a sweetie, hadn’t brought it up because he wanted you to have full choice over whether you’d have kids

but he’d secretly hoped that you’d decide that having kids with him was what you wanted

so when you told him that you wanted to go off birth control

bc you thought it was time the two of you should start a family

felix felt like it was his lucky day

when you told him you’d waited long enough for the birth control not to affect you

felix had texted your friends, who were supposed to meet you for dinner, that something unavoidable and important had come up

and that you had to cancel

then, he’d pulled you into the bedroom and you hadn’t gotten any sleep

two months later, you told felix that you were, indeed, pregnant

he picked you up and spun you around, squeezing you so tight!!

and then put you down quickly, a look of horror on his face

“what if i just hurt you and,,,,the baby,,,,”

“felix it doesn’t work like that, you know that”

“true, sorry. just paranoid.

BUT OH MY GOD WE’RE HAVING A BABY!!!!!”

he kissed you so deeply that you thought he must have some merman in him

no normal human could go without proper breath that long

felix then called every single one of his friends and family to tell them the good news

he called chan twice by accident

and chan just acted like he’d never heard the news before

(chan texted you shortly thereafter, wondering if felix was okay)

felix was all smiles for weeks after,

telling anyone and everyone that he was going to be a father

he’d leave little post-its around for you with baby names

or would add random things to the shopping list, just to see if it was something you were craving

on more than one occasion, your cravings found new and surprisingly delicious food combinations that felix managed to create proper recipes for

once the baby was born,

felix’s favorite thing was to fall asleep with the baby on his chest

he’d sing soft lullabies to them, usually putting you to sleep, too

all he wanted to do was show both of you all the love in the world

kim seungmin

you’d called seungmin a month after a surprisingly wild night together

you’d been seeing each other off and on

just casually, nothing serious

mainly just physical but with a nice friendship

it was the perfect thing for two graduate students who sometimes needed to take the edge off

but now he—

fuck

he’d gotten you pregnant

he couldn’t believe it, especially since the two of you were always careful

you sounded so bewildered over the phone

and seungmin insisted that you meet up to talk about it

when he saw you, he immediately wrapped you in the tightest embrace possible

and just whispered “i’m sorry” over and over again

then, you had a long conversation about next steps

you wanted to have the baby,

since you’d wanted to have a child someday

and thought, seeing as you could actually provide for the child, you were fine with being pregnant

but you also wanted seungmin to be in the child’s life

he wholeheartedly agreed

and then…

and then you suggested actually dating

seungmin, who’d “caught” feelings months ago, was overjoyed

he was all for becoming a couple

and being there for you and the child in all ways he could

he began by asking you out on a date

and all you could do was laugh

bc here he was, the man who’d gotten you pregnant, asking you on a date

it was mildly ridiculous

but you said yes to him faster than you’d said yes to anything else before

seungmin researched the things pregnant people should and shouldn’t do

and then made sure not to suggest any of those things for dates

oh and he always had a little note in his wallet with the foods you shouldn’t eat, too

he just wanted the best for you

and completely spoiled you

seungmin felt a little guilty, as if he’d somehow tricked you into dating him

but you insisted that it was nothing like that

you truly wanted to be with him

and had, honestly, just been waiting for a chance to broach the subject

even after you decided to be life partners

and even after the baby was born

seungmin still felt amazed that he’d been lucky enough to end up with you

you were amazing

and the baby had your laugh,

which only made his world all that more brighter

yang jeongin

jeongin absolutely smothered you in kisses when you told him

it was as if he wanted to show his purest self

totally and unashamedly in love

and intent on showing it at all times

he’d carried you to your bedroom and told you to just rest

you’d giggled, insisting that you didn’t have to be bedridden yet

meanwhile, he’d gone to the kitchen and made you breakfast

he was determined to do everything for you

after all, another life was growing inside you

it was the least he could do

later that day, he started dismantling his office so it could be the child’s room

and insisted on going out and buying you every single piece of maternity clothing you could ever want

he researched all the right foods for you to eat while pregnant

and make sure to do a lead test on the paint in your slightly older home

(it was all okay, but he just wanted to check!)

jeongin was so, so excited that he was having a child with you

he couldn’t stop talking about it when you went to a small get-together of friends

he definitely told all his co-workers

and was just glowing with pride

jeongin had a list as long as his forearm of all the different baby names he loved

and he hoped that you would want more than one child

he was incredibly excited for the whole experience of being a father

after being the youngest in his friend group and being babied so much

he wanted to show that he could be responsible and mature

(even though he was already 34 years old and mature enough)

sometimes he acted a little silly and giddy

but who could blame him?!

bc after months of careful planning and attempts

you were pregnant!

and jeongin couldn’t be happier

he would show you and the child (or children!)

that life was sweeter than ambrosia

and that he’d love you with his whole being

completely and utterly, as deeply as he could

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Euryale NSFW ABC maybe?

Written by @evoedbd

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

Cuddles are a must. Euryale is instantly all over her partner, albeit quite obliviously. Mortals are such strange creatures sometimes, but no request is too outrageous for Euryale to follow without question when it comes to aftercare.

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

Hands. Hands down. The way elegant fingers can curl so viciously around the hilt of a blade, but weave so softly between Euryale’s own. The way those fingers can be so filling, but never bring undesired pain. Nothing is better than hands Euryale knows she is safe to shatter into.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically …)

Euryale adores feeling the evidence of lovemaking. Yet, nothing is as delicious to her as a kiss with her lover’s taste upon her lips, or her own taste upon her lover’s. Trading flavours in an intimate kiss is the perfect ending to any night.

D= Dirty Talk (Pretty self-explanatory)

Dirty talk is not Euryale’s strong suit, or particularly to her tastes. Her lovers can rail her into the next century, but they’d better not dare degrade her like some backstreet prostitute. If one is to speak dirty to Euryale, they’d best make it sound like they are addressing royalty. Euryale will accept nothing less.

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

She’s over 200 years old. Euryale has done most things at least once. She knows what she likes, but she’s never done things with a mortal she genuinely cares about before. For that, she relishes the experiences with her seemingly mortal girlfriend as if they are new. This makes her seem less experienced than she truly is, at least under a certain woman’s touch.

F= Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)

Euryale couldn’t answer that. Some days, she simply wants to be held down into the mattress and taken violently, like an animal in heat. Ironically, this desire seems to align with the seasons. Otherwise she simply wants ride her girlfriend, trying to hold eye contact as long as possible, fists clenched around the knives stabbed into the headboard or wall.

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

Euryale is as serious as a heart attack. She will not suffer a lover laughing at her. That said, something about her mortal has her want to be a little playful. Her knives always cameo, usually stabbed into the furniture as a handhold as the little mortal rocks her world.

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

Waxed. Kept completely bare. Euryale likes her sensitive skin exposed and smooth.

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

She tries. Truly, Euryale tries to be romantic. Sadly, many of her partners seem to find her intimidating, or are too distracted by her knives to notice. Strangely, it is her little mortal who seems to find Euryale’s behaviours endearing, happy to kiss any knife brought to her face with a dreamy expression.

J= Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Euryale is very experienced with herself. She enjoys teasing herself, stroking and enjoying the feeling of her smooth, sensitive skin beneath her palms until she can’t wait any longer. This is perhaps one of the only times that Euryale will stay quiet, squeaking and moaning behind a hand clamped over her mouth.

K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Knives. Anytime Euryale can have her knives involved instantly revs her engines. Seeing her partner kiss the length. Freezing the blades so their chill will rile up her girl. Creating handholds.

L= Location (Favorite Place to do the deed)

Chairs are good. The perfect place to ride her Girlfriend’s fingers, using her own back to shield anybody from laying eyes on her precious mortal. Wherever that chair is sitting is completely irrelevant. Though, she’s noticed her Girlfriend prefers her apartment.

M= Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

Her girlfriend. The woman is so unimaginably beautiful, carved by Hephaestus to show the world the true meaning of Lust. But she is so gentle and sweet too. She looks at Euryale’s quirks with this perfect quirk of her lips that has the Gorgon unable to focus on anything but the memories of the things that mouth can do. The sweet kisses and kind words that fill Euryale’s heart. These romantic emotions are so new to the Gorgon. Sometimes, they overwhelm her until the heat burning in her body needs to be released. Its then that Euryale pounces.

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

Incest. No mommy kinks. No stepsister plays. Calling Euryale “babe” is the fastest way to have the Gorgon leaping off her girlfriend’s lap with an indignant shriek.

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

Euryale is an excellent giver. Oral with Euryale is an experience many mortal women would die for. However, Euryale herself is nervous about receiving, not because of embarrassment, but for safety reasons. Euryale loses her mind receiving, and often forgets how strong she is when she clamps her thighs. A traumatic experience with crushing a mortal’s skull has let her hesitant to let someone she cares about go down.

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

The name of the game is passionate. Euryale is fire, hungry and demanding from the first moment. She’s borderline primal, all growls bites, hard movements. Euryale is the most devoted worshipper of her lover’s body. That animalistic intensity is tempered into a thorough claiming of every single inch of her girl’s body. Even with a husk to her voice, Euryale will snarl her praises, refusing to let her girlfriend think she is unappreciated for a single moment. One might say that Euryale’s energy in bed is that of someone who has been edged to the point of fury. Euryale wants to feel worshipped, just as she wants to worship. She has a goddess in her bed, and as twitchy as Euryale can be, there is no way she will disappoint. Nothing but her lover’s requests will tame her.

Euryale’s girlfriend however is gentle, soft hands guiding Euryale instead of trapping her. Letting Euryale wear herself out, all the while feeling that she is loved and valued. When Euryale settles enough to surrender, it is slow and gentle, coaxing Euryale slowly into every crest of bliss. The girlfriend is all too happy to use her body, to cover Euryale, blanketing her as the Gorgon sobs into her neck.

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

Euryale is happy to shove her girlfriend into a chair and demand hands beneath her dress. She is happy to ride to a fast orgasm. Or shove her hand down the girl’s pants and drag a climax out of her, and a second for good measure.

R= Risks (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Their very relationship feels like a risk. Euryale’s body has the strength to crush and destroy her girl if she loses concentration for a moment. Everything new they do is planned, often by her Girlfriend. However, if her Girlfriend steals the marble cuffs, then Euryale is trusting enough to try anything.

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

Days. Euryale can go for literal days when it is just sex with an equally ungodly partner. Emotionally, she can go hours before she burns out mentally. Her girlfriend stops when Euryale’s mind disconnects, not wanting just a body.

T= Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes. Euryale has access to the ungodly monster category of toys, along with her Aura. Her girlfriend has a more chaste collection of electronic toys. Combining them on Euryale is a fun weekend. They help compensate for her girlfriend’s mortal stamina.

U= Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Euryale doesn’t. If she wants, she takes. And takes, and takes and takes. Not that her girlfriend complains, afterall, this is what they agreed to. In fact, the unintentional tease is that her girlfriend is always expecting Euryale to pounce.

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

In private, loud. Euryale has no qualms about growling into her girlfriend’s neck, drawing out scream after scream to the point neighbours have called the cops on them in the past. Soundproofing the walls has helped a little. Not entirely. Maybe because Euryale has stabbed the walls too many times.

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

Euryale’s girlfriend adores Euryale’s nose. She continuously presses kisses or attempts to nip at the tip to Gorgon’s nose, both in sexual situations and just everyday playfulness.

X= X-rated thoughts (let’s see what’s going on in their head)

Half of Euryale’s day is spent remembering the feeling of her girlfriend’s fingers inside her, knocking those perfect spots, thumb pressing into her clit. How she wants to take her girl, press her into the walls, palm at her perfect ass. Squeeze. Going any further leads to situations, and Euryale can’t afford those until her girlfriend is off the clock.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

24/7. Euryale is one snap of her girlfriend’s fingers away from a turned-on mess.

Z= Zzz (… How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Euryale holds on as long as she can, wanting to spend time snuggling into her girlfriend’s back and shoulders. She will, without fail, stay awake until she is positive that her girlfriend understands how deeply loved she truly is. Even if words don’t work, gentle kisses and nips, tender brushes of hands across her hips and body. Once her girlfriend is asleep, Euryale will eventually drift off with a content smile across her lips.

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