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synthetickitsune · 3 months

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Joshua (SVT) | Head pats comfort | 0.9k | gn!reader A/N: inspired by shua being 2 apples tall in the new vid and @hanniedream trying to end my existence every single day

“Is everything alright?” you ask Joshua and take his hand when he sighs and leans down to kiss the top of your head as a greeting.

“Had a bad day,” he murmurs, “I’ll just take a quick shower and be right back.”

Usually you’d have enough time to prepare snacks and drinks for a comfy evening on the couch turned into a safe haven. However, he is true to his words and you barely manage to pull out the pillows and blankets before he comes back. He all but pulls you down on the couch and lies down on your chest. He doesn’t give you space to argue. And since he’s already lying on top of you, you know better than to expect to move any time soon.

“That bad?” you hug him closer. He just hums and rubs his cheek on your chest.

“The new choreo is really hard,” he explains after a while, “I can’t keep up.”

“I gave it my best but it’s too fast. I’m not the only one struggling but it feels like I’m the worst,” he rants on, “Maybe I’m just not fit to be an idol.”

“You know that’s not true, Shua,” you sigh, “It keeps getting harder, so it’ll take a while to adjust.”

He makes an unconvincing sound of acknowledgement.

“You’re amazing and you’re doing well despite the hurdles,” you say, rubbing his back. He melts into your embrace, so it’s a little surprising when he starts arguing.

“You’re just saying that,” he whispers like he didn’t mean for you to hear. But you did.

“Are you calling me a liar?” You accuse.

“No no,” he startles and gets up enough to face you. His eyes are wide and there’s a worried wrinkle between his brows. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad,” you reassure, “I just wouldn’t say something I don’t mean.”

“I know,” he lies back down and hides his face into your neck.

“You can vent if you want, though,” you encourage.

At first he seems hesitant, placing a soft kiss on your neck without speaking up. That’s fine with you as well. After all, you don’t want to push him. His comfort is always your first priority. You hold him tightly, stroking up and down his spine with your other hand. At times it almost seems like he fell asleep, but even that would be alright.

“I just feel like I hit a wall,” he starts off quietly, “I don’t feel like I’m making much progress in anything. Definitely not as fast or as much as I used to when I was younger.”

“You’re right that the performances are getting harder, but I should be able to adapt, shouldn’t I? Soonyoung handles it fine,” he rambles on, sighing a little.

“Soonyoung is a beast though,” you remind him, making him chuckle.

“Yeah, but I’m still lacking behind the others too,” he confesses, no longer laughing. He sounds so discouraged you just want to do something to lift his worries, if only a little. “I’m too slow. I had a hard time with the recording too. I think I’m just, I don’t know. Maybe I’m not made for this, maybe I just got lucky that I could do this for this long and now my lack of talent is showing. Do you think I’m getting too ol-“

Joshua’s voice dies in his throat and he lifts his head to meet your eyes.

“Why did you pat my head?” He asks confused (but at least distracted).

“Took you a while to notice,” you huff, averting your eyes, “You always do it too.”

You don’t stop though and pat his head once again, then running your fingers through his hair. Just like he does when you are upset.

“That explains less than you think,” he smiles a little.

“It’s comforting when you do it. Makes my worries seem smaller,” you mumble, only looking at him when he turns your head with his fingers under your chin. You make a surprised noise when his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. “I just couldn’t listen to you talk like that when I know it’s not true.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” He parrots your words from earlier.

“Yeah, Joshua, I am,” you roll your eyes, kissing him again, “So be a good boy and stop lying.”

He laughs, nodding before diving in for one more kiss. He adjusts his position so he can rest his forehead against yours without straining his neck.

“You know I would do anything for you,” he kisses your nose this time, “I just don’t think I can do it today.”

”I’m here for you,” you remind him, “You can tell me everything and if you lie I’ll correct you.”

He laughs, shaking his head. He connects your lips again before settling down on your chest again.

He makes you do as you promised, nuzzling closer whenever you remind him that he’s feeling down and shouldn’t take those thoughts too seriously as he shares all that’s been weighing him down. If he’s especially hesitant to admit to something, you remind him of his successes. He doesn’t like to hear about them, but still listens because he likes your voice.

And strangely, he likes it when you pat his head and run your fingers through his hair too.

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pedge-page · 4 months

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Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Baby Fever

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You love watching Joel adapt to being a dad so effortlessly. You make it your mission tonight to give him another baby, whether he wants to or not.

Warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, ovulating reader, dubish-con for Joel but he ain't complainin', cum eating, ball sucking, oral both male and female receiving, cowgirl / riding, missionary, rough sex, dom! reader, slight sub!Joel if you squint, mentions of condoms (wow rare one for me huh--no plz wrap it up), Daddy kink

18+ ONLY

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It’s probably the first time Joel has absolutely no care for Sunday night football. Instead, you watch with heart eyes as he lies against the opposite couch, head propped only by a pillow. He’s exhausted today. Grunting when he finally collapsed on the couch, sighing heavily as his joints ached and cracked. His eyes are puffy, near closed and fighting sleep. It’s been a restless 7 months for him just as much as you.

Meanwhile, wide eyed, giggly , and conveniently 7-month-old Sarah has become obsessed with Daddy Miller now. She sits in her diaper on Joel’s chest, watching him with admiration. A big curious smile plastered on her face as she bounces and slaps his face with her uncoordinated hands.

They’re just looking at one another, in their own world. She brings a fat bitty palm on his cheek, watching the way it smushes his whiskered skin each time she rubs. Almost about to giggle with fascination, she instead decides to adjusts herself hunched over his face. Joel chuckles with her. He makes pouty fish faces, and she bursts into laughter each time.

You watch as her little finger hooks into his mouth. “Ow!” He says softly, faking pain. She laughs again and smashes her cheek onto his scruffy beard. Sitting back again, she just looks down in awe.

Your heart could burst right now. They pay no attention to you in the room, but you could watch them all night if you could. A gentle, heartwarming thrum tugs at your chest.

This. This is what it’s all about. This is what your mom meant all those years. You would never have understood her words about family, about love, about the greatest moments of your life being the smallest, simplest ones too, like sitting in the living room together quietly.

And Joel—Joel being so incredibly perfect like this. He’s graying and his grouchy and he’s got bags under his eyes, but this moment makes him the perfect husband. The perfect father. The perfect person you could see every morning and fall in love with every time. It makes your body jittery with excitement on impulse now.

Sarah knee’s forward a little too much, her chunky knee falling onto Joel’s jugular. She laughs loudly as he chokes, his hands coming to grasp her securely from falling. Her bum scootches back on Joel’s chest as she sits up, patting his eyes affectionately. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles and blows kisses to her.

The baby bares her gummy mouth and tiny teeth back. She pets his cheek gently, watching him closely. Her little eyes working over every detail, almost like she’s etching him to memory. The different colors and textures, features like the point of his knows and the crinkle of his forehead. Her big head falls forward, forehead bumping his eye again.

You laugh as Joel squints. Unfortunate for him, she props herself on a wiggly ankle and then completely launches her whole body over his face. Joel yelps from below and starts blowing air into her belly, making farting noises as she erupts into a fit of loud squeals and wiggles. The squirmy wormy fat belly keeps getting gobbled up by Joel’s playful eating. He lifts her like she weighs nothing, because truthfully she does, and sets her bum back on his chest.

Little Sarah can’t be kept away from Daddy for long, and she immediately hunches over his head again and stares into his eyes. Eventually she settles along his shoulder. She smushes her chubby smooth cheek against his rough, scratchy one. His whole head is almost the size of her, but it doesn’t both either of them. She’s so at home with him so close.

You wave to her and whisper “Wanna come to Mommy?” with open arms.

She giggles like that’s sooo fucking funny before rubbing her face on Joel’s lips to say nah uh. She sneezes once, thankfully on his beard rather than eyeballs, before tucking herself against his neck and slowly closes her eyes, falling asleep on Daddy.

A few more minutes pass until Joel can tell she’s completely out. Her body curled up like a pill bug, a bit of drool starting to creep its way into his nostrils. It’s time to put her to bed.

Joel carefully cradles her into his arms and lifts himself up from the couch. He takes his babygirl, the softest, warmest, most delicate thing he’s ever held with his callused hands, all the way down to her bedroom. His palms cupped tightly under her bum while the other caresses her back, her cheek against his collarbone as she sleeps soundly.

With utmost care and precision that he’s practiced a million times, he puts her into the crib. She lays out on her back and stretches comfortably without stirring. With his hand the size of her entire torso, he always rests it against her to feel each big inhale of air filling her belly and lungs before exhaling. Marveled that this little tiny thing alive and real, here, every day like the most miraculous thing in the cosmos, and its all because of you.

He’ll never get over it. Never go a day seeing her without thinking she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Nothing he’s ever made with his hands—not this crib or this room, that rocking chair, the bear he stitched up, nor the ceiling fan or table downstairs that he built from years steady craftsmanship—nothing will ever come close to the love and pride that fills him when he sees this little thing right here. His daughter. His babygirl. His whole life now.

He’d stay in here forever and watch her from above like some creep if he could. Instead, Joel leans down and plants a soft kiss on her forehead, brushing her curly hair before carefully sliding out of the room and cracking the door.

He’s barely pulled away from the door knob when aggressive hands yank him back and push him against the opposite wall with such force, he nearly shouts. Picture frames shudder crookedly as wet lips attach themselves to his own.

Joel’s never been pinned to a wall like this, but he’s not opposed to the way desperate, famished whimpers translate from your mouth to his, the way your tongue forces its way to glide over his teeth and tangle with his. Your hands wring the collar of his shirt in tight fists, and his back keeps getting smashed against the wall each time he tries to lean closer to you.

“W-mm-wha—mmmm-mmfff!—what are you—?“

“I want another one,” you growl. He shivers at how wracked your voice is. Beyond desperate, beyond control and savagely hungry. “Right. Now.”

He furls his brows. “W—?“ but you immediately latch yourself onto him again.

His hands gently cup right above your ass, trying to be intimately appropriate, but you have other ideas. Your palms splay on his chest as you scratch your nails down to his crotch. Immediately fisting his rapidly hardening length out of his sweatpants. Joel’s head falls back against the picture frames. He groans softly as you begin to pump him. Your tongue swipes your lips with a devilish grin, feeling him swell.

“Don’t you wanna put a baby in me?” You coo. Little nips to his lips don’t phase him, nor your words, as he slowly falls apart.

“Fuck—shit—“ he rasps. “But you just—“ he glances down to Sarah’s cracked bedroom down the hall. And how you specifically said you weren’t ready to try for another kid until Sarah was at least 3. “What has gotten into you??”

“Your seed—hopefully soon,” you smirk.

He’s struggling to keep his trail of thoughts as you spit in your hand and continue to jerk him off expertly. Despite his size, the sheer force of your conviction right now has him pinned helplessly as you kiss and fist him.

“I—“

“Cmon Daddy, don’t you wanna make me a Mommy again? Get me all knocked up and show me off, how much you like breeding me…”

Joel Miller is not a strong man. Maybe he can lug concrete and lumber all day, pull wasp stingers and blisters from his own hands, carry a pregnant woman who’s gained 50 pounds in milkshakes alone—but god he’s a weak weak man for you when you’re like this. The greatest danger of all:

“Shit, are you ovulating???”

To his horror, you nod eagerly.

You get to your knees quickly, and he sees how blown your pupils are staring up at his erect length. The little bob in your neck as you pinch the tip, licking the salty precum from your fingers.

“I don’t think this is a good—“

All his words evaporate from his mind the second you wrap your lips around his fucking balls. He grits his teeth and slams his head back against the wall, fighting the demons, particularly the one on her knees right now who’s generously sucking each one into her mouth.

With one hand pumping his cock over your forehead, your tongue swilrs and massages his sack. Suckling and releasing them with a pop before transferring to the other.

He covers his mouth with a slap.

Christ, you’re literally prepping them. Getting his seed ready and raring for your eggs to accept with loving arms.

You cup them in your warm hands, continuing their massage as your mouth engulfs his dick. bobbing your head obscenely, you take his tip to the back of your throat. The pressure on his mouth tightens from the whine burrowed in his throat when his tip nudges your esophagus like its nothing, squeezing around him before pulling away again in the tight heat of your skilled mouth.

He can’t compete. Can’t think. Not when you’re sucking him off like the tastiest, juiciest hot wings, all meat slurped clean from the bone in a single suck.

His eyes feel hazy as you work him, gargled noises filling his hears. He wants to blow his load. Yeah, maybe that’s it. He’ll cum down your throat right now, and you won’t get any—

As if reading his thoughts, you pull off his throbbing cock. A wet string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips. You look so gorgeously sinful right now: swollen lipped and crazy eyed.

He’s in serious trouble.

Inhuman strength yanks him down the hall and into your bedroom like a leashed dog. You chunk him on the bed, his back bouncing once before you’re shoving him down, crawling over his body and pinning him like a wooden slat.

No. Bad bad bad idea.

‘Maybe…” he gulps. You don’t listen as you pull his pants all the way down to his ankles—effectively keeping them trapped around the fabric so he can’t get away. “—I should get the condom…”

Your head snaps to him with an angered snarl.

He tentatively reaches for your face, but you snatch him down and pin his hand above the bed. “Fuck your condoms,” you growl.

He nods fearfully. He prays to the horny devil, who overcomes women once a month and helps procreate the human race, to please have mercy on his wife and release her from the chokehold possession the demon has wrapped around her.

He didn’t even notice when you had striped your underwear, but your naked pussy is already slobbering atop his tip. He gasps at the warm, wet drool, thick like syrup, coating his tip. You giggle vivaciously and begin to rub it between your folds. “You ready for it, baby?” You coo. “You’re gonna give me another one, Daddy. Right. Now.”

You soften just a bit, if possible with carnivorous crave licking your tongue over your teeth. “I’ll take care of everything, just sit there and let Mommy handle the breeding.”

WeakWeakWeakWEAK fucking man, Joel Miller.

You gasp loudly as you sink down onto his pulsing length. Joel’s whole body goes taught, the veins in his neck strained so tight they may burst before his cock does.

“Ugghrrmmgmgmmmmhgggffff Fuck yeah, Shit, that’s sooooooo fucking good, Joel, Fill me up, been needing this fat cock buried in my tight pussy all fucking night. Oh my god!” You squeal, quickly bouncing up and down on him until your ass is slapping his thighs.

F-F-f-f-f-f-f-f-fuuuuucccckkkkkkk.” He daringly tilts forward to see you hungrily riding his dick back and forth, your hips working so effortlessly. Tongue lolled out with a big grin on your face.

“Fuckin love watching you be a Daddy! M’gonna take it, take your fucking cum in my fertile little cunt until I’m bursting with your baby again.”

He needs to tell you that you need to heal more first. That you’re still tired, and new as a mom, and freshly off the first child. But when he sees your tits jumping up and down with each movement, the way they’re still heavy and forever changed from the last time he knocked you up, he keeps his lips shut, except for the huffs of pleasure flowering in his body.

You’re bouncing fast for his seed. Not even god’s entire army of angles could deny this. He thinks about how your droopy tummy right now reminds him of when you were first starting to show while pregnant with Sarah, and the realization only then that you were really pregnant dawned on him. It was the period of best sex because he could still be rough with you, but admire that tiny swell that he put inside of you. Reminds him of right now, that he could do it all over again right fucking now and you’re letting him. So greedy and desperate for it, just for him to flood your womb with more cum and more babies and—

Fuck, fuck don’t cum Miller.

But the image of your swollen body again, milky fat tits and wide hips accepting him—shit no that’s making it worse!

Ok—he thinks about the 9 months straight of pure hell: your attitude, demands, yelling, crying, exhaustion. How bitchy and annoying you get, pushing him past his envelope to serve your needy wants until he’s over the edge and pins ya both right back in this exact position with him pounding the shit out of you—

He thrusts his hips up and grasps your waist. Taking over and fucking up into you because the thought of Pregnant Wife You all over again and needing to take care of you once more has him in a feral deathtrap.

You yelp as Joel flips the two of you over. Your thighs fall even further apart as he completely slots his body between them and goes to pound down on your cunt. “Oh SHIT OH FUCKYESDADDY!” You cry with a smile, arms slinging over his shoulders to hold him down close to you.

You keen, so high and dumb you’re begging for it. Legs wrapped around him securely with no room to pull out.

He grunts anomalistically, over and over again with each fast rut into you. Your fingers grip his hair tightly and pull his face next to yours. “You’re gonna fucking cum inside me,” you growl through bared teeth. He fucks you faster. Eyes so dilated, heart pressed against yours like a race.

“Fill me up baby, breed me—breedmebreed-breed-breedmeDaddy fuck oh my god yesyesyesyesYES!”

He can’t stop his hips from moving, can’t stop the delicious plunge of his angry dick into your sweet sweet tight slit. He probably looks ridiculous—knees spread so wide on the mattress to really dig each thrust deep inside, wearing only a T shirt with his ass and swollen balls hanging out and humping desperately into your mound.

He hisses through clenched teeth into your neck, cheeks puffing out with each blow. You keep encouraging him with more naughty thoughts of making him Daddy over and over and over again and any sane man would be insane right now.

He’s thought about breeding you every day since you even found out you were expecting. He mourns the loss of your pregnant glow. Joel loves you, beautiful each day, but something about seeing his wife swell with the clear evidence of his love, her own body and mind changing by the minute because of him …he wants you pregnant again. For the rest of your life. Stuffed full of his kids. Round and fertile like a goddess. Once he got a taste of you like that, no husband would ever miss the chance to do it again.

He wants it so badly, so little clarity left in him that is screaming ‘pulloutpulloutpulloutpullout’ as he pounds pounds pounds your womb. He may break his jaw from how tightly clenched he is. Nothing matters more than giving you exactly what you’re begging for.

He grunts even louder, and you tighten your legs around him even more, knowing he’s close.

“Oh fuckFUCK Yes Baby give it to me!!—FUcking cum, Daddy oh shit—oh RIGHT—RIGHT FUCKING THERE! Come inside, I know you wanna Daddy just fucking cum in my little womb, let’s make a fucking baby, knock me up right now!!”

He shouts, and fate grants him mercy at the last possible second; his cock slips out and nudges itself along your ass as he spills his load onto your slit and the bedsheets.

You shake your head and start swearing, but he’s still on top of you, whining and jerking with each pulse of seed that is just shooting like a geyser from his tip. He lets out a long moan, closing his eyes. His cock twitches a few more times before finally going empty.

He sits back just a bit, trying to even his breathing. Joel Miller has never been so overwhelmed by an orgasm before that he loses sense of where he is for a few seconds. All covered in sweat, his heart rate dangerously high from such a fantastic cum.

He hazily opens his eyes to see you scooping his cum from your ass and the mattress, dragging it up along your slit and pushing as much of his cream into as you can salvage.

“NO!” He shouts, quickly grabbing your wrists and pinning them to your side. You wail out, physically squirming and trying to wiggle from his grasp. He watches you thrash madly but to no avail. Your poor cunt clenches and unclenches, his probably trying to make its way from your folds to your womb right now…

Joel quickly bends down, hands still firmly on your wrists, and puts his mouth on your cunt. You gasp out, strained and pathetic, as he begins to suck out of his seed from your slit. For good measures, he licks it from your crack and ass too, everything rapidly being scooped by his talented tongue gulped down his throat, away from your dangerous eggs.

Your heels come up along his back and press down hard. He shouts into your cunt when you cum. Clit twitching like a heartbeat while your much needed orgasm rolls through you. Your walls clench so tightly around nothing, you can’t help but whimper at the loss despite shaking through the euphoria for so long. Joel does what he can, working his tongue through it all until your sounds get softer, more satisfied.

“Euughh—salty,” he says with a shiver, wiping his lips clean of all his and your cum. You both pant together with the last ebb of your orgasms settling.

“You alright, babe?”

Tears begin to well in your eyes. Lips trembling with a pathetic mewl spilling past your lips.

It takes 3 seconds of Joel hugging you close before feels you begin to hump his thighs.

“Honey—Honey please don’t cry, its just—you get this way when you’re ovulating, and ya’d be mad at me if I actually did breed you—“

You nod solemnly despite wiping your tears and burning your face into your hands. No he’s right. you weren’t thinking straight. So horny and desperate to be filled, you didn’t think anything through it. Just needed him balls deep emptying every bit of sperm into you like you were made for nothing else.

“Oh—oh no—“

Joel snatches your arms and throws you off him. He quickly snatches his pants and runs out the door, closing it behind him. You slam against the frame and shout, “GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING COCK, MILLER!”

You nuzzle your face into his shirt and inhale, getting yourself high on his scent while your slick pussy does a number on him. Your smooth, seductive, temptress voice nearly lulls him under your spell again: “Fuck—fuck Daddy—can we do it one more time—please?My pussy—she’s so—nnnmm—feels so empty…I’ll—ugghhhhhh oo ff-ff—fuuccckkk—I’ll let you—ah—haaa!—pull out—“

He yanks back. “THE HELL YOU WILL.”

He holds the knob tight despite its aggressive rattling. Joel quickly ties his sweatpants legs from the door handle to the hallway guard rail, stretched to keep them at odds and effectively locking you in.

“Not till you behave!”

He hears you go quiet for a moment before you erupt into a long wail like a baby. At the same time, poor little Sarah can’t handle all this raucous, awakening from her sleep and crying through the cracked bedroom.

Joel wipes his face, knowing he’s done the right thing. But now at the cost of an irritated baby that’s gonna make him carry her all night, he’s reconsidering having just pumped you full in the first place and calling it a day.

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youraverageaemondsimp · 1 year

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Riding A Dragon // aemond x wife!reader

; This was based off this post by @ophelialaufey !! sorry this is a bit short.

NSFW:MDNI! fingering, clit stimulation, doing the deed on top of vhagar bro, public sex(?) it's literally in the skies, riding, slightly breast play, not proofread, ONE SHOT.

“Come.” Aemond commands, dragging you by your hand to the open space of dragonpit, before he calls for Vhagar.

“Aemond! You can't be serious right now!” you hiss, trying to pry your hand away from his grip but he remains firm, “Oh I am, Dear wife. When we had just married, you expressed your excitement to ride Vhagar, I thought today would be the perfect day.” he says smugly.

“I am really grateful for your thoughtfulness husband, but I fear I'm incapable, what if she doesn't like me? Or worse she eats me—” you voice your concerns but aemond hushes.

“She won't, she knows how much I love you, she can feel it through the dragon bond.” he confesses and you blush, bowing your head down in shyness.

A large shadow falls over the both of you before vhagar lands, bare fitting in the open space, you watch as she growls as you, and you stand there frozen in fear.

“Come.” he let goes of your hand before going near her head, giving her pats and rubbing her scales in a soothing way, she relaxes into his touch and you slowly stalk towards her, her eye looks at you in question.

Aemond takes your hand in his before he presses it against her scales, you tense up not knowing what to do but aemond guides you, directing in a motion that it seems like your petting her, you soon do it on your own and you notice her letting her guard down from you.

She purrs in content which makes you chuckle, Aemond smiles looking at the both of you

“Let's go, wife.” he says going off her to her and you stop petting her to follow him, he helps you climb her, it wasn't an easy task considering you were still in your dress which is very much unfit for dragon riding but aemond helps you through it, staying right behind and making sure you don't fall.

You sit in the front on the saddle while Aemond sits behind you, adjusting you so it's comfortable for you and him, his hands on your waist pulling you close to him before they leave and grip on the reins from either side of you.

“Soves Vhagar!” he says and Vhagar is quick to take off into the skies, you close your eyes in fear, feeling the wind hit your face at such speed when she takes off into the sky.

You open your eyes when you feel the wind become more gentle as Vhagar stations above the sky, you gasp when you see that you're above the clouds, surrounded by even more clouds, you smile brightly and turn a little to look at aemond who was already looking at you, he presses a kiss to the side of your head before you both fly on Vhagar.

Some time passes and you enjoy the breeze that is hitting against your hair until you feel Aemond wrap one his hands around your waist tightly than before, pulling you against him, and that's when you felt it, something poking against your backside, you look at him and he gives a smirk, making you blush.

You thought he would tell vhagar to land to take care of the business but what he does shocks you.

He hikes your skirt up, hand grazing from your leg to your thighs as he lifts your skirts further and further, you try to swat his hands away but his grip remains firm and he shoots you a warning glare, his hand trails under your bunched up skirt and rests on your inner thigh before he draws small circles there, causing you to gasp.

His hand trails further up and he feels how wet you are through your small clothes, “Oh you're dripping.” he says which makes you flustered, he pushes your small clothes aside, ripping it a little in hurry.

He fingers dip in your wet folds, making you lean against his chest as you let out a contented sigh, to which he smirks at, his middle finger travels to your opening before gathering the slick from there and bring it up to your clit, rubbing small circles cause you to twitch in his grip.

His pace is painfully slow, almost as if he is making it slow on purpose, which he was, he rubs gentle circles on your clit before his hand dips down further and once again pokes at your entrance.

He shifts, making you space to lean back further against him to give him more access, just then vhagar let's out a loud growl because she felt how agitated aemond was, causing you to panic but aemond holds you still, “Lykiri vhagar, lykiri.” he says calmly and the beast calms down.

His pushes his finger inside causing you whimper before he slowly moves it, “Look at you enjoying this, aren't you indecent?” he whispers in your earaking you whine, his fingers rub against a rough patch causing you to moan loudly, his other hand which was holding your waist leaves and travels to your clit, stimulating both at the same time.

You wriggle in his grip at the sensation, “Be still, you'll fall.” he growls lowly into your ear causing you to halt your movements, he let's go of your clit and his hand travels up to grope your breasts, giving them a squeeze as his fastens the pace of his fingers buried in your cunt.

“F-fuck a-aemond!” he pinches your breast meanly, you can feel yourself rapidly reaching your peak, the coil in your core tightening at an immense rate before finally snapping.

You let out a loud moan into the skies, falling limp against Aemond to which he chuckles meanly at, he draws his fingers out before bring it up to his lips and licking them clean, causing you to blush at the sight.

He let's out a contented hum at the taste while you breathe heavily, tired and recovering from the bliss of your peak.

“Oh don't tell me you're tired now, you have another dragon to ride.” he whispers in your ear, you were confused at first, not understanding what he meant.

It was only when he landed vhagar and dragged you to the keep to your shared chambers had you realised what he meant.

He wanted you to ride him.

And ride him you did, for hours, overstimulating both him and yourself.

You fell limply on the bed, exhausted from the events of the day, aemond propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at you before kissing your forehead.

Riding two dragons in a day is exhausting, you figured.

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jeongin-lvr · 1 month

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opinions on riding changbin’s thigh 😵‍💫?

sooooo 🤭 you know me so well anon, I love his thighs so much :3 tw. thigh riding, petnames.

I’m thinking of biker husband! Changbin who gets home from a long day of work, still wearing his helmet and form fitting jacket & jeans… little does he know his pretty little wife has been practically drooling for him all day. You’d spent the day getting lost in your own imagination, waiting patiently for him as the slow, tedious hours ticked by one by one. As soon as you hear the keys jingling and the door lock clicking open you leap up and great him with an eager hug and kiss— making sure to run your hands up and down his arms and torso.

“You okay, princess?” He whispers as your hands swipe up and down his body, re-familiarizing yourself with his touch. Of course, you nod, happily watching as Changbin took off his helmet, revealing his messy hair, slightly damp with rain water and sweat— droplets leaking down onto your cheek as he moved. You hummed, biting your lip, this time catching Changbin’s attention once again.

“Missed me?” He chuckles when you eagerly nod in response, “Missed you too, baby. Let’s go sit.” He’s always so gentle and lovely with you. Letting you cling to him because he enjoys it— he always reciprocates the touches, this time grabbing your hips and leading you to the couch a few steps away. You bounce on your heels when he sits then pats his lap, the tight stretch of fabric over his thick, muscular thighs makes you squirm. You shyly smile and slink into him immediately at his command, “Bin, I have a confession.”

Your husband’s face lights up at your words that cut through the silence, he pats your thigh, smiling as he listens. “Don’t make fun of me— but I’ve been horny, like, all day.” Changbin laughs loudly at your words, tilting his head as your hands lay flat and still on his broad chest. Changbin continues to laugh as he speaks, “Really now? So you’ve been waiting for me all day to fix that for you?” You grow bashful at his words and shyly nod your head, blinking away from his big, brown eyes. He chuckles again, this time more understanding in a lower tone, “I can help you, baby, jus’ gotta ask me.”

You look back up at him and it’s almost like torture as you speak. The words are leaving your mouth in shy little mumbles, cheeks heating up dangerously quick. His stare is like a million suns blasting against your skin; tearing into you as he soaks in every little syllable you utter, “Need your help, Bin, please.”

You pats your thigh again, his fingers quickly beginning to knead into your flesh, tugging at the fat in your thigh. He’s tired, so tired. He’s been up for too long working hard to please you and keep you happy. But he’s more than willingly to help you a little bit extra; he grips your hips and situates your body over his thigh, making sure the thin material of your shorts doesn’t get in the way. He hums and his fingers continue rubbing at your plush thigh, “M’ a little tired right now, baby… why don’t you use my thigh to get off, okay?”

And there he goes being so sweet and tender again, palming your skin as he helps you get a good start— pulling and dragging your hips against his muscular thigh. He makes sure to flex his muscles a little harder, occasionally bouncing his leg upward as he watches in absolute awe. You immediately whimper— this is exactly what you’ve been wanting all day. Your handsome, doting husband to help you feel some relief. You shiver as your clothed clit got rubbed so good through the thinly veiled material, your lips parted in an ‘O’ and eyebrows scrunched together. Pleasure surged through your weakening body. You were putty in his hands, his little hums of approval edging you on. “There ya go, baby, use my thigh,” He encouraged as your hips began rubbing down on him faster beyond his control. You sigh in relief when you hear those words, “Th-thank you, Binnie…” You made sure to show your appreciation by letting out your prettiest sounds for him. Changbin nodded along, eyes perpetually fixated on when your heat met his denim thigh. Even though there was material veiling him from you, the wet heat seeped out into the material, showcasing just exactly how desperate you were for him right now.

Changbin soaked up the sight, “Baby gonna cum for me? Cum on Binnie’s thigh, baby.” He slightly patted your thigh again, bouncing his leg up against you quicker, “Let go for me, princess.”

After a days worth of pent up neediness that’s really all you needed to feel the sudden release of your orgasm blast through you. You violently shook, the wet stain on your shorts only growing as he helped you ride out your orgasm with his hands on your full hips. You sighed shakily, finally coming back down to earth. Changbin’s eyes flitted down to your clothed pussy, eyeing the mess you made before looking back up at you, “Better?”

You nodded sweetly, eyes unfocused as you immediately laid your head down, “Thank you, Binnie,” You repeated, feeling his hands loop around your waist, holding you steady as you fully relaxed into him.

#౨ৎ. dee’s hard hours #feat. changbin .ᐟ #changbin smut #skz smut #seo changbin smut #seo changbin #stray kids smut

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Genshin Character Headcannons | How They Cuddle

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Characters: Xiao, Zhongli, Kaeya, Diluc

CW: Sfw, Fluff, comfy comfort :)

AN: My pillow was quite warm and soft after being in the dryer, snuggling into it for multiple minutes was what got me to come up with this idea kekekeke-

Xiao:

Cuddling Xiao will take multiple weeks if not months after being around him for him to be comfortable to ask you one day to do it

Poor boy is too scared he would harm you with his karmic debt, or what if he falls asleep, has a nightmare and ends up hurting you

It took a lot of convincing that you would be okay for him to give you a hesitant but sincere nod

The first few times he would wait for you to get into bed first, watching carefully as you turned your back to him and began to crawl with obvious excitement on the bed, curling into a ball on your back, in a half sideways position before patting the space behind you

You paused before asking him, “Big spoon or little spoon?”

Xiao would freeze mid-step to the bed and turn his head like a puppy, confused as to what you meant?

You hid your smile at his actions and explained in a gentle tone, “Do you want to cuddle me or shall I hold you instead?”

His eyes widened and he let out a small gasp before clearing his throat

“U-Uhm…I-I…”

He gulped

“W-What would you like to do?”

Xiao, wasn’t gonna lie. Both sounded amazing. Though he feared if he picked, you would be upset with what he chose

So the first time, he said he would hold you, and allowed you to manhandle him however you saw fit

He took note of how you curled up against him, sighing in bliss at the warmth and comfort you felt in a specific position, how you gently moved his hands where you wanted them

And just as gently held his waist

If you are taller then him, then he would most likely place the side of his face on your chest, facing you. if you have boobs then Xiao would wiggle his face higher, closer to your collarbone in order to both not turn red or make you uncomfortable

If you are shorter then him, he settled for tucking your head under his chin, once again facing you. he felt he could protect you this way, shield you from the cruelties of this world if all he had to do was shift his body over yours

In a way it is comforting for your smaller body to be in a tiny and comfy ball around his, fret not, if you are taller then him he feels all the same

He would just hold his arms tighter around your bigger frame, fearing if he didn’t someone would steal you away

Overtime he became more comfortable touching you so intimately, and would take the initiative to hold you whenever he wanted to, though always asking for permission

Xiao likes to cuddle you in the normal spooning position, except he wants you face him

His legs tangled comfortably with yours

Holding you close to his chest as he gently pulls off his embroidered gloves to reveal his slim and elegant hands

Slightly rough but still comfortable and littered with scars

He uses his fingers to gently slip under your shirt and draw imaginary designs on your skin, or perhaps rub your back or side tummy in comfort

Xiao would do this to pass the time, since he doesn’t normally sleep, and if he does it takes a long time for his senses to relax and understand there is no danger to be weary of

Besides, you seem to enjoy his touchiness so win-win

If you seek him out for comfort after a long day, or because you feel upset, he is instantly laying on the bed, pulling you to him

Believe it or not cuddling has healed his inner child, and very traumatized self after years of abuse

So if he can use such a lovely thing to help you too he will do so without question

What do you need sweething? Whatever it is he will give

Kisses? All over your pretty skin. Praises? Might be a little harder but he will give it his all to reassure you

Under his watch, a sad Y/N is unacceptable and shall immediately be comforted no matter what

With him, you will always be safe. Even if it is from the lingering thoughts of someone’s negativity, and even your own

Zhongli:

Zhongli was in the middle of drinking his tea when you brought this up and turned his head towards you sharply upon hearing this request

His brows would raise in curiosity and amusement before letting out a soft chuckle

“Of course my dear..though I fear it has been many years since I have last…embraced. Though please do not mistake it for discomfort.”

He wanted to ensure you would be as comfortable as possible the first time, like Xiao, he also lets you maneuver him as you like

Taking note of how and where you place him for next time

Don’t worry, it is impossible for Zhongli to forget any detail, even the reddening of your cheeks as he shifts closer.

He usually prefers to have his front pressed against your back, he works your hair, if it is long in a way that is comfortable for you and unbothersome to him if you are around his height or miraculously taller

If you are shorter this is no issue, he snuggles his nose into your hair all the same

Sometimes, if you cuddle after your return from work, he used his hand to massage your back and shoulders, even rub your hips if he must

If you are really sore or in pain, he will flip himself on top of you and give you one of the best massages you have ever recieved.

Seriously, what doesn’t he know how to do

If You are in need of comfort that day, he nuzzles his warm lips against your ear and gently kisses the rim before whispering, in his deep and calm voice gentle reassurances and praises, rubbing your tummy, thighs or breasts if you are okay with it

Fear not though, it is for comfort, he doesn’t mean anything else by it, if you ask for it he will do

If you have insomnia, worry not. Zhongli has the most comforting and calm voice you can find

He will gladly tell you a story, or perhaps hum gently to you

No matter how long it is you nap while holding him, it will be the most comfortable sleep you have ever recieved

As for the Geo Archon, let’s say your other side of the bed will not be empty for a millennia to come

Kaeya:

It was neither you nor him who asked for cuddles, nor was it planned

He had come over one day to spend some time with you, wet your whistles and chat

He noticed you getting cozy on the couch and chugged down his wine before casually making his way over

Kaeya would kick off his shoes, his coat and anything uncomfortable for cuddles before crawling in behind you

“Kaeya what are you-”

“Shhh, go on. Continue what you were saying~”

He would hover over you momentarily , slipping an arm under the small of your back before flipping you two over so he was laying on the couch with your body on top of his, your size mattered not to him

Though if you were shorter, he would tease you every now and then about how tiny your frame is in his bigger one

Simply giving you a toothy grin when you punch his arm playfully

He usually cuddles you this way, an arm around your waist, with one hand casually behind his head as he gazes down at you

If you want kisses Kaeya will demand you come and steal them from him, adoring as you come up with small timidness to peck his lips before he uses the hand behind his head to keep you there

If in one of these occasions you do not bother to ask and just press your lips against his with full confidence, Kaeya will chuckle to mask his flusteredness

“Someone is feeling awfully bold today I take it?”

If you need him to cuddle you for the purpose of comfort from your emotions, the smug and teasing act drops, and he cradles you on top of him like a baby

He will only switch it up and have you face him sideways if he feels you require a feeling of tender safety and comfort

Kaeya gently caresses your sides and gives your head a massage with his fingers before using one to come back around and shush you

He pulls away the finger to gently kiss your lips

On comfort needing days he is slow, gentle and passionate with his kisses, they are usually longer, almost like making out without the sexual neediness of it as he uses his hands to touch you wherever you want, knowing your senses are more sensitive at this time

He takes advantage of this to make you feel as cared for and loved as possible

Cuddling you has made the lonliness in his heart go away, and overtime he even cuts down on the drinking a little

When his kisses are not for comfort but merely just to kiss you, they are deep, secure but soft, a direct and strong, unwavering statement that he is yours and you are his

Diluc:

Diluc is also similar to Xiao in where it takes him a little bit to get comfortable to do such intimate things

Though rest assured, once you start, he will never not cuddle you when he gets the chance

Holding you close reminds him of the times his father snuggled him to sleep, when he wandered into Crepus’s room after a nightmare, holding a pillow as he asked to sleepover

Receiving a chuckle from the older Ragnvindr before crawling in for cuddles

So every now and then, he will like to be the little spoon; weather his head is on your chest, his body half on yours half on the bed, or in a spooning position

It is both comforting and nostalgic, the memories bring no pain

Only pure comfort and love

If it is a day when you need his warm arms to hold you, protect you from the bothersome emotions that have troubled you today

Diluc is quick to leave his desk and shed his coat, already undressing down to his undershirt and trousers for you

He pulls you close, facing you as he presses the side of your face against his chest, letting you nuzzle into it as much as you want

You two are sort of to the side though not fully, just enough to where the free use of both arms is still available

Diluc usually has his hair tied up in a messy bun since it is thick and he does not want it to bother you if it is you behind him tonight

His kisses are gentle, quick and multiple strings of repeated pecks, though long enough to show you he loves you

On days where he feels more romantic, they will be long, slow and deep

His tongue gently brushing your bottom lip every now and then, hands holding your hips or butt comfortably, it always ends with a few playful pecks

Diluc is truly a blessing from Celestia to have on cloudy, rainy or cold days. His warmth never fails to send you to a comfortable slumber

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anotherlifelesshawksloverplshelp · 3 months

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~FLEXIBLE~

KATSUKI BAKUGOU X READER

Okay so it's kinda smut with plot tho (sorta not really)okay just TRUST ME ON THIS.

I've had this idea plaguing me where essentially Bakugo is definitely an intense person. He can be loving, but the mans cant help but want certain things. He loves when his baby is struggling to keep it together for him, or having to try things for his praise yk (i cant summarize things well).

After a long day/during an aggressive session, y/n cant fully handle it, not being flexible enough, so his health aware self whom always pays attention to maximize health via diet and physical wellness makes it his priority each day to stretch with her for her health and to solve their little problem. :]

It's pretty short, sorry<3

i just had to get it off my chest T^T

18+ content NSFW(mdni), fem! reader, fluff + smut, penetration(very short) <3

`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` It all begun from one rough night, the product of a rough day at work. Bakugou came back home late in a fit, slamming the door behind him and throwing his stuff on the couch. What gave it away other than the slam of the door? He was a real neat freak. He believed there was a right and a wrong way to do everything, that everything had a place. When he was like this, just dropping his things, usually it had to do with some form of intense emotion. Unfortunately (or so people might say), it was frustration. "Kats, is everything okay?" You call out from the room, having been enjoying a book until he got there. You got up, trailing lightly, rather innocently out to the living room to catch him discarding items onto the couch from pieces of his gear to extra clothing. His crimson eyes lock onto you as he stepped up, pulling you firmly into a kiss.

Despite his apparent aggression, he was nothing but ever gentle with you (outside of bed of course), his big hands holding your face with much care as he took your breath away. The heat of his body radiated from his skin, the contact of your faces and the grip he had on you conducting it over to steadily increase your temperature, the room feeling hot.

When he pulls away, your delicate, flushed face looking up at him through with such pretty eyes, he couldn't help himself. His lips crash into yours again, his hands finding your waistband, tugging them down slightly. He always paused to ask, even if it wasn't verbal. You pull him in deeper, answering his question with a matching want.

He's quick to pull them down, dropping them to your ankles, which you flick away absentmindedly, too focused on his physical presence.

"Turn around for me, baby." He murmurs, patting your hip. You turn to face the counter but he shakes his head, grabbing your waist and turning you away from the surface, doing everything in his power not to slap that pretty ass of yours. "Ah, nope, we're trying something new." He hums as he broke his dick free from his pants, letting them fall down his thighs, holding the base carefully rubbing up along your folds, always sure to focus on how you could enjoy the moment. You shudder, letting out an airy sigh as he does so, voicing what you do and don't like always making him feel that much better about the way he fucks you. He can only the best, after all.

He gives a light slap to your ass, gripping the round plush of it before sliding his hand to get a good grip on your hip, lining up before sinking in, groaning gutturally as he took his time to indulge in you. You coo as he does so, fluttering at the feeling. He adjusts, drawing his hips away slowly just to make them meet again. You cant help but moan prettily over his dick, and he took that in proudly.

He pats your hip again, bringing one foot to the inner base of yours, knocking it to widen your stance, running a hand up from your ass to the small of your back, coaxing you lower. "Go ahead and get lower for me." He hums, drinking the sight. Your hands touch the ground, low enough to bend your elbows slightly, but not going as far as he'd like. "Kats, i can't go that low, I'm not that flexible!" You whine. He stops for a moment, thinking, his vermillion eyes tracing your figure quietly before noting. "we can work on that."

~~~

Forward to now, a week later and he's been going out of his way to get you out of bed in the mornings with him and walking you through his stretching routine, strictly at least 15 minutes each morning. Youd do this every morning, accompanied with another 15 once more either midday, before and after a workout, or at night.

You had gotten the lecture about health from him the morning after.

"You have to be mindful of your diet" "I know" "And your body. Strength is important for your health overall" "I know" "But without stretching it could lead to injuries and you're not that stupid are you?" You shake your head.

He only ever wanted the best for you. He was always health motivated, very mindful of his sleep, his diet, and his physical well being. You best believe he was sure to make it his priority to follow up on yours too.

You were currently sitting on the ground, legs parted and reaching to the side to touch your left foot, matching him. He looks at you and grins, getting up to press a kiss to the side of your head, giving a proud smirk to you, admiring you intently, surely with a glint of mischief as he thought ahead. "It sure feels better to be more flexible, huh?"

After all, he cared for your health. What would he do if his baby couldn't cutely press her chest to the ground for him?

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#WHY IS MY BRAIN LIKE THIS #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou

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threadsun · 1 year

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Anonymous Asks: "If ya get the time for it, I really wanna see some pet play stuff with the SDJ boys. More specifically, with us being the pet and the guys being the masters.

(Also, due to Nick's profession, I feel like he'd be WAY better at this than anyone lol)"

Content: petplay, tail plugs, gags,

Jack:

He doesn't have an animal preference, but he will default to you being a dog if it's left up to him

He wants you done up all cute, with ears and a tail plug and everything! He wants the fur to match your hair colour as well, so you look like a proper little puppy for him

He'll have you sit by his feet with your head in his lap, petting you slowly while he tells you all the dirty things he wants to do to you

He'll ramp it up slowly, first a collar and a bone gag, then telling you to fetch things or lay down or roll over, and finally fucking you doggy style as he pulls your tail to hear you howl for him

You'd better not be planning to say a word to him all night. Good puppies don't talk, after all! He'll only respond to barking~

Ian:

Doesn't matter what animal you are, he's treating you like you're the softest and most delicate thing in the world

He won't even think to collar you unless you ask. But he'll spend plenty on high quality ears and a tail for you! Even some cute little paw gloves and socks if you want

If you do want a collar, it'll end up being soft and comfortable and have a little tag with his name on it

Honestly, as much as he'll get horny and fuck you when you're in pet mode, he'll always want to start with cuddles and snuggles. He just wants a loving pet!

He usually goes into it intending for it to be nonsexual petplay, but his dick gets the better of him every time

Shaun:

Please be a cat please be a cat please be a cat! He'll accept any animal, but god does he want you to be a cat

If you're going into pet play with him, you'd best be ready for him to go all the way. A leather animal mask, leather mitts, tying your ankles to your thighs. You'll be on all fours the whole night

Look, he'll go soft petplay if you ask him to, but for him the appeal is making you as animalistic as possible

He'll have you eat from his hand. He'll talk to you like you're really just a pet. He'll show you how to go down on him or get ready for him to fuck you like it's your first time

He gets fully into the role of being your owner. You're his pet, and he'll love you and use you as he sees fit

Nick:

He's pretty experienced with petplay, and he doesn't really have an animal preference, though he likes rarer ones

He's all about the experience. Both making it a good one for both of you, and making it an interesting one for himself. He likes trying new things, so ask him for whatever you want

Everything takes a lot of negotiation with him. It's one of his favourite parts of sex! So be prepared to tell him what you want

You want a collar? He's got it! Ears and a tail? Check! Leash? Absolutely! Seriously, anything you could possibly want to use, he's got about ten of for you to choose from

Once you're actually in the scene, he's fully into the role of your owner and you as his pet

Joseph:

Joseph has a soft spot for puppies. He'll do petplay with you as any animal, of course, but puppies are his choice

He likes the way you look so happy just to be with him! The way you come to him when he pats his knees and the way you wiggle on your back when he rubs your belly

Seriously, the unconditional love and joy of a pet is something he desperately needs, so he cherishes it

He'll fuck you if that's what you want, but honestly he's just as happy to sit with you on the couch and cuddle while you're in petspace. It's soothing for him

If you do want him to fuck you, he'll be gentle and slow about it, making sure his sweet pet is happy~

Jean:

He may be soft with his actual pet, but he's not gonna be soft with you, no matter what animal you are

Seriously, he takes great delight in punishing you for everything. From trying to sit on the furniture to talking back to him to anything else he deems "unacceptable for a pet"

He'll impose harsh rules on you and any slight deviance from those rules will have him spanking your ass raw

He loves to fuck you right after a punishment when you're physically and emotionally bruised and off-balance. He'll tell you what a bad pet you are while pounding into you

He lives for the psychological and physical sadism of being your owner. You'd better be prepared...

Rory:

Any sort of pet is good for him! He's not very high energy, though, so don't expect him to do much active playing

More than anything, he wants a sweet pet who'll curl up with him and shyly grind against him because they're just so needy, and he can urge them under the covers

His favourite thing is watching his sweet little pet go down on him. Something about it drives him wild

Whenever he doesn't need his hands for anything else, he'll pet you. He loves petting you and praising you and letting you know you're the best thing he could ever have!

Seriously, he's horny and sweet with you the whole time! He loves you and wants you so much

Barry:

It doesn't matter if you're into petplay or not, Barry will eventually decide to turn you into his cow

You don't have a choice in the matter. He's getting you cow print lingerie, a cow bell, some ears and a tail. If it goes far enough, he'll even end up branding you

This is happening during work hours, as well. It's your new uniform, have fun! You're now required to moo in greeting too

Seriously, he gets such a kick out of your discomfort. He'll strap you up to a milking machine, put you on display, and charge people to fuck you if he can get away with it

He might branch out to other animals, but cow is generally his go-to because it's so humiliating for most people

#sunshine #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jack #sdj ian #sdj shaun #sdj nick #sdj joseph #sdj jean #sdj rory #barryposting #sunny day jack x reader #ian duff x reader #shaun durand cofer x reader #nick herraras x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #jean laurent x reader #rory rainberry x reader #Barry the Manager x reader

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nonranghaes · 12 days

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heads up: food!

if there's one thing that bothers junkyu the most, it's that he still has to work today. hasn't he done enough in life? can't he just get paid for being cute and silly? it's his birthday, after all: he wants to have fun lik he did when he was a kid. but he rolls over at the sound of his alarm, too drowsy to function when he realizes that the reason for his drowsiness isn't in bed with him anymore. he reaches around the other side of his bed, brows drawing together.

you didn't leave. unlike him, you don't have work. you were going to bum around his apartment and maybe hang out with his roommate before he headed out for the day, since you didn't want to head back to your own place and roommates until you had to. he rolls out of bed, still half-asleep, and starts making his way to the bathroom. he'll worry about you in a moment: you're likely okay, otherwise you would have woken him up. but it's the moment he steps out of his room that he realizes where you are.

jihoon's laughing at something you said, while you're standing at the counter, a lunchbox in front of you. you're carefully fitting everything together, continuing your story with a knowing smile. and junkyu stops, rubbing at his eyes as he slowly realizes that's his lunchbox that he forgot to put together last night...

you notice him before jihoon does. "junkyu!" you push past jihoon, already making your way over to greet him with a quick peck on the lips, "happy birthday!"

even now, he's still waking up. "good morning," he mumbles, drawing you in for another little kiss.

"i don't think he knows where he is," jihoon snorts. he pats him on the back as he passes, wishing him happy birthday before giving you two a moment alone.

but you just give him another kiss, drawing away after a moment. "go shower. i made you lunch so you wouldn't have to worry about it today." with a gentle pat on his cheek, you turn your attention back to the task at hand. "jihoon's paying for dinner when we all go out tonight, too, so you can pick wherever you want..."

junkyu stops fully listening for a moment, just watching you instead as you continue rambling about who can and can't make it to dinner. you're so careful about packing his lunchbox now, making sure that you get as much food into it as you can. he thinks he'd do the same for you in a heartbeat, even if he'd need cooking lessons first.

and he thinks to himself that this is what love is.

#nonranghaes.thoughts #treasure x reader #treasure imagine #treasure x you #treasure fics #treasure fluff #junkyu x reader #kim junkyu x reader #kim junkyu fluff #man who bias wrecks me constantly...... the cutiest....

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kueble · 2 years

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Blossoms

This was written for the @witcher-bows-and-arrows prompt: Romantic. It’s very silly and lighthearted, so I hope you enjoy it.

Explicit. Warnings: None. 3,100 words.

Geralt/Jaskier

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Jaskier is at his wit’s end.

How can one man - one who has been alive over a hundred years - be so gods-damned stupid? Jaskier has tried everything he can think of to woo him: providing romantic candlelit dinners, serenading him beneath the full moon, gifting armfuls of trinkets. Hell, he even rubbed chamomile oil onto his bare ass! Either Geralt is the most idiotic witcher to ever live, or he is being purposefully dense.

Jaskier decides to go back to the basics, to keep things simple. Geralt is off hunting for their dinner, so he is left alone with Roach to set up the campsite. He makes quick work of it, cutting corners here and there, and then backtracks to the field of wildflowers they walked past earlier. The sun hasn’t set yet, and the field looks gorgeous all lit up in the late afternoon sun.

He’s pretty sure artists refer to this as the golden hour, which is fitting since he’s here to gather a bouquet for his golden-eyed love. He twists the phrase around in his mind, trying to piece together a song, but nothing sounds quite right. There’s a melody behind it, though, so he ends up humming to himself while he gathers the prettiest blossoms he can find.

There was going to be a theme - reds and pinks for love - but all the different flowers look so stunning swaying with the gentle breeze that he ends up with an armful of a little bit of everything. Rather than put the bouquet together here, he makes his way back to camp. It’s a pleasant walk, especially with the fragrant blooms held against his chest.

Only a complete fool would ignore such a lovely gesture.

Geralt isn’t back yet, so he gently sets down his plunder next to his bedroll. He drags his pack over, digging through it for the rest of what he needs. It takes him a moment to find the scrap of twine he saved for this purpose, but he emerges with a triumphant shout. Roach snorts at him, so he just blows her a kiss and gets to work.

The sun starts setting as Jaskier slowly pieces together the bouquet, making sure the best flowers are showcased in the front. He ends up starting over a few times when one color clumps together, but it just makes him more determined to get this perfect. His tongue sticks out between his lips as he bends over his lap and painstakingly creates a masterpiece.

Once the twine is wrapped around the bunch of flowers, he holds it in one hand and twirls it slowly to see if it is as beautiful as he hoped. Turns out it’s even more gorgeous than planned, so he dips his head down with a grin to inhale the sweet scent of the colorful blossoms. He hears Geralt stomping back towards the campsite, so he jumps to his feet and holds the gift in front of him.

“Welcome back!” he chirps as Geralt tosses a couple of pheasants down at his feet. He grimaces and steps over them so he can stand in front of Geralt.

“What’s this?” Geralt asks, tilting his head in that adorable way he always does when humanity confuses him. Jaskier ignores the way his chest tightens at the look and presents the flowers with a dramatic little bow.

“I picked these for you, my dear. I thought a man such as yourself might appreciate the simple beauty in everyday things, since you are in fact beautiful each and every day,” Jaskier says, holding out the bouquet for Geralt to take. There’s a beat of silence and then Geralt grunts and accepts the gift.

This is it! He’s going to realize that Jaskier’s heart beats for him and him alone. Surely he’ll swoon and admit his own feelings. Jaskier looks up at him with the most earnest look he can manage only to see Geralt frowning at the gift.

“This is very helpful, but it would have been easier to sort them for potions if you had grouped them by flower,” Geralt mumbles before reaching out to pat Jaskier on the head. He straightens up, ready to shout at how absurd this all is, but Geralt is already halfway across the campsite, the lovely bundle of flowers tucked under his armpit.

Jaskier has no idea how he fell in love with such an uncaring brute of a man.

His heart hardens as he watches Geralt pluck a fat blossom from the bouquet and feed it to Roach. Clearly the feeling in his gut isn’t love but simply indigestion. With a huff, he bends down to start dressing the birds for dinner. There’s a handful of herbs in his pack that will liven things up, even if his romantic prospects are slowly dying. How is he supposed to win Geralt over if he can’t get the message through that thick skull of his?

But the night ends up as brilliant as any other. They chat while their dinner roasts, and Geralt even tells him he enjoys the new melody he’s been humming all night. They sit side by side in front of the fire, sharing stories and pheasant alike, and Jaskier knows that if this is all he manages to get from Geralt, he’ll still be a happy man right down to the end of his days.

There is a chill in the air, a promise of Summer’s end, and they lay their beds together and seek out each other’s warmth. Jaskier falls asleep with Geralt’s slow breaths tickling the nape of his neck, his head full of new plans to confess his feelings.

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“Going to ask a few questions about my contract, since everyone should be loose-lipped at this time of night, especially after your raunchy performance. I’ll be quick about it,” Geralt says, pulling Jaskier out of his bedtime routine.

“Now?” he asks a bit stupidly, because he has plans that very much involve Geralt.

“Yes, as I just explained,” Geralt says, rolling his eyes as he leaves.

Jaskier watches the door shut behind him and then throws himself back on the bed, sighing with all the dramatics of one of the maidens in his ballads. How is he supposed to casually seduce Geralt if he leaves the room. Since outright declarations of love don’t seem to be working, he figures maybe if they fuck first, he can sort it all out later. Besides, he’s been lonely ever since he realized how gone he is over the man. Brothels and adoring fans quickly lost their shine in comparison to his heart’s desire.

He realizes he’s flopping around the bed like a fish on dry land, and he sits up to glare at the empty room. Instead, he catches sight of the bouquet Geralt had so rudely shoved into his saddlebag earlier. Suddenly, he’s struck with the most brilliant idea he’s ever had, and that’s saying a lot.

Why bother being subtle when his love is ridiculously thick both in body and mind?

Jaskier strides across the room and snatches up the flowers, quickly untying the twine and tossing them in a pile at the foot of the bed. There don’t seem to be quite as many as he hoped, but he can still pull this off. Maybe he just needs to shorten his message a little? Oh! And he can use the stems as well, not just the petals.

There’s a flurry of activity as he yanks the blossoms from their stems and starts spelling out his message. He has to start over twice, not sure it’s concise enough. There can’t be any doubt to what he’s after, especially since Geralt has ignored even his most romantic of gestures. Once he’s done, he stands back and looks at the message spelled out in stems and petals.

“Jaskier, you genius,” he mutters to himself before looking down at his attire. He was halfway undressed before Geralt left, and his original thought was to put on the chemise he sleeps, but this looks much better. These trousers highlight his strong thighs, and the bow above his ass makes him look like a present ready to be unwrapped.

He’s debating the best place to seductively drape himself when the door opens again. With a squeak, he ends up perched on the edge of the bed. He braces himself with one leg out and an arm behind him and tries to appear as casually sexy as possible. Geralt shoots him a confused look before slowly stepping close enough to look at the message on the bed.

“Please fuck me?” Geralt reads aloud, flushing as he turns to face Jaskier. “Expecting someone else?”

“Oh for Melitele’s sake!” Jaskier cries out, throwing up his hands. “No! It’s for you, you idiot! You’ve ignored every single grand gesture I’ve so lovingly set at your feet, so I figured being direct might work better.”

“I…what?”

“The romantic dinners! Singing you love songs written about you! I swear I’ve read you all of the classic love poems, even the most sordid ones! And you…you sit here telling me you have no idea I’m trying to confess my undying love to you?” Jaskier rushes out, sagging back against the bed with a pout.

“You…you did all that? For me?” Geralt asks, stepping closer with his palms held up as if Jaskier is some kind of startled mare.

“I, yeah, I did,” Jaskier snorts out. He runs a hand through his hair, surely looking deranged at this point. “How did you not catch on?”

“Don’t be upset, but I tend to just…zone out when you start talking in prose?” Geralt admits, moving even closer. He kneels in front of Jaskier and smiles up at him. “Not in an offensive way, but…I don’t have a head for anything poetic. So whenever you start rambling about anything soft and sweet, I just tune out the words and focus on the sound of your voice instead? It’s very melodic. Calming. I like it.”

“Oh,” Jaskier says, not quite sure what to say. He thought Geralt had been ignoring him, and he was, but it was kind of sweet.

“I will, of course, break the habit now that I am aware of the stress I’ve caused you,” Geralt tells him before nodding at the floral message on the bedspread. “So…it seems that you care for me?”

“Geralt, you fucking idiot,” Jaskier murmurs before reaching down and yanking him into the bed. “I am so unbelievably in love with you. Apparently you’ve ignored several much prettier confessions, but hopefully that’s enough for you?”

“More than enough. If you’ll still have me?” Geralt asks softly, as if Jaskier didn’t just promise to love him to the end of his days.

“Never letting you go,” Jaskier whispers against his mouth before claiming it in a kiss.

He means to be gentle, but years of sexual tension explode around them, and he nips at Geralt’s bottom lip before licking across the seam of his lips, begging for entrance. Geralt groans into the kiss, chapped lips parting so beautifully for him, and Jaskier growls in response. He cups Geralt’s face in both hands and presses his tongue on one of his fangs, moaning at the sharp sting of it.

Geralt whines deep in his chest, and it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. It set fire to him, his body buzzing and skin burning everywhere they touch. Jaskier grabs a handful of Geralt’s ass and grinds up against him, and it’s almost overwhelming, even through layers of fabric. But he needs more, needs to feel Geralt’s pale skin, and he shoves his hands down the back of his trousers, searching for more.

“Fuck,” Geralt grunts out as he breaks the kiss to sit back on his heels and frantically tug at the bow at the small of Jaskier’s back. He lifts his hips to help, whimpering as the cold air hits his hard cock. Geralt doesn’t bother taking them all the way off, just shoves them down to Jaskier’s knees before undoing his own laces to free his prick.

Jaskier can’t help touching, using one hand to drag him into another kiss while the other wraps around Geralt’s hard length. It’s hot and heavy in his hand, and Jaskier pumps it a few times before rubbing his thumb over his slit. Pre-come leaks out, and he uses it to ease the slide as he strokes him rougher.

“Jask, wait,” Geralt chokes out, and he immediately stops and pulls his hand back.

“Second thoughts, love?” he asks, heart racing in his chest. Please don’t take this from him before it even starts.

“No, just, uh,” Geralt flushes and looks over his shoulder at the petals and stems now scattered around the bed. “Your message. Do you want me to find some oil?”

“Next time,” Jaskier says with a grin. “Right now I just need to touch you. This is perfect.” He emphasizes his words by cupping Geralt’s balls in his hand, which seems to set something loose in him.

One second he’s in control and the next he’s being pushed into the mattress as Geralt braces his hands on either side of his head and starts to roll his hips. Jaskier runs his hands down Geralt’s sides, his nails leaving satisfying red streaks as he bucks up into Geralt. They’re both leaking now, the wet mess helping as their cocks slide together.

It’s intense and sticky and absolutely fucking phenomenal.

Geralt dips down to kiss him harshly, more fangs and tongue than anything. Jaskier leans into it, chasing his tongue past his lips and trying to maintain finesse even as his world is exploding in sensations. He fails spectacularly and ends up nipping at Geralt as they pant into each other's mouths. The steady grind is quickly pushing him towards release, and it’s all he can do to grip Geralt’s narrow waist and ride it out.

Jaskier turns his head to offer up his neck, and Geralt takes the hint. He nips at the base of Jaskier’s neck before sucking gently, sure to leave a mark. The hint of fang pressing against his sensitive skin is enough to have Jaskier teetering on the edge. Then Geralt grazes his teeth over that perfect spot just below his ear, and Jaskier feels his balls pull tight.

He comes with a shout of Geralt’s name, clinging to him as he spills between their stomachs. Geralt keeps thrusting, grinding down into him even as Jaskier is coating them both with hot splashes of his seed. His whole body feels electric, his limbs shaking as he rides the high. Geralt doesn’t stop, just keeps rocking against him until he whines at how overwhelming it feels.

“Can I?” Geralt asks, kneeling up and wrapping a hand around himself. Jaskier nods, suddenly wanting nothing more than to watch Geralt come all over him. He reaches out and takes hold of Geralt's thigh, stroking his soft skin while he watches him.

He starts fucking his own fist, hips wild as he stares down at Jaskier with wild eyes. They’re almost completely black - like he’s full of potions - and Jaskier shivers as another wave of lust washes over him. His cock gives a half-hearted twitch, but he’s spent for the night. This is the best orgasm he’s had in ages, and he feels completely wrecked.

“Come on, Geralt. Want to see you come for me,” he moans, running a hand down his stomach to play with the mess pooling there. He trails his fingers through his own come and brings two up to his mouth, wetting his lips before sucking them clean.

“Fuck, Jask,” Geralt hisses out before tensing up. He spills over his own hand, hot bursts of come coating Jaskier’s already filthy stomach. He revels in it, arching his hips as Geralt continues to come. He looks gorgeous, eyes wide and lips parted as he thrusts into his own fist. It seems like he comes for ages before finally collapsing on top of Jaskier.

They’re fucking covered in come, and Jaskier couldn’t be happier.

Geralt not so gracefully slides off of him, and Jaskier rolls with him, not willing to let go just yet. They lay on their sides, just grinning at each other, and Jaskier can hardly believe this is real. It seems like he’d fallen in love years ago, and it’s so surreal to see Geralt looking back at him with affection in his eyes.

But then Geralt starts to move, and Jaskier whimpers, tangling his legs around him. Geralt snorts and gestures at the growing mess between them, but Jaskier won’t have it. It’s all too fresh, and he doesn’t want Geralt out of his arms right now.

“Leave it, just cuddle me,” Jaskier whines, pouting at him. Geralt rolls his eyes and breaks free of his hold, ignoring his poor lonely heart. He chuckles as he hops out of the bed and walks over to the basin of water on the table.

“Oh don’t give me those big doe eyes of yours. You’re completely out of your mind if you think I’m going to deal with you bitching about being sticky come morning. Besides, this just gives us a reason to dirty ourselves up again, right?” Geralt suggests as he wets down a cloth and comes back to the bed. Jaskier expects him to hand it over, but instead he gently wipes Jaskier clean before taking care of himself. He could get used to this sweeter side of his witcher.

“I should be offended by that, but I’ll forgive you since you’ve finally fallen for my many charms,” Jaskier tells him with a giggle. That earns him another eye roll, but Geralt is grinning as he slides back into bed.

“Fallen despite them,” Geralt teases, easily dodging the elbow Jaskier throws his way. He grows somber, though, looking serious before adding a soft, “I do, you know. Love you.”

“I know dear. I can feel it in the way you touch me,” Jaskier murmurs before taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. He brings their clasped hands to his lips and presses a lingering kiss to the back of Geralt’s hand. “Just don’t forget to say it out loud every so often, because the words sound amazing in your voice.”

“I’ll tell you as often as I can,” Geralt tells him, and it sounds like an oath. Jaskier lets go of his hand but tucks himself close before pulling the blanket over them. He falls asleep with the slow beat of Geralt’s heart beneath his cheek.

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chiffaust · 2 years

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HELLO!! Congrats for gaining 100 followers!! If it's ok with you can I get a valentine prompt adore and fixing their clothes before going out for both Shu and Mika:3.... You can just do one character if you feel like it. Thank you and have a nice day!

luckiest guy alive

♡ [adore] to shower them with affection + fixing their clothes before going out.

content ... fluff, established relationship

(n.) – i went with mika instead since shu was already requested!

As your waiting prolonged in the living room, the louder and hectic the footsteps became inside the bedroom; from the sound of it, he was panicking himself into wearing his clothes.

You could only but chuckle at the mere thought of the boy stumbling over everything just to wear his suit properly, though you couldn't blame him.

The frantic footsteps becomes louder and louder and suddenly stopped for a while. After a few seconds of silence, it becomes louder once more as the sound comes closer to you, and soon appeared Mika.

He had worn his prettiest suit Shu had picked out for his date to you; though he does look out of breath and panicked the moment he stepped into the living room, all worries soon melt when he saw you and now he's smiling widely like an idiot.

"Nngah, [Name]! Ya look so pretty!" Mika said, walking up to you before wrapping his arms around you, twirling you around for a moment whilst a fit laughter escapes his mouth.

"'M so happy to have ya as my Valentine's date this year too! Yer the prettiest person alive, I love ya so, so, so, so much!!" He then once again confessed his undying love to you, rubbing his cheek against yours at the pure happiness he feels knowing that today, this year; you are his Valentine's date yet again.

"Me too, Mika! You're so cute, so adorable, so wonderful!" You professed your love back to him, hugging him back just as tightly as he is to you. "I'm happy to have you as my date this year too! You're the best boyfriend I could have ever wanted!"

"Nngah, [Name]..." He was beginning to feel like he's about cry due to how happy he was hearing you saying all of those nice things to him, but before he could, he finally puts you down onto your feet.

He smiled gently at you, his face softens as he fixes any wrinkle or crooked part of your clothes caused by his sudden hug.

Whilst he does so, you began to notice just how crooked his tie really is, but then he stopped fixing your clothes and his hands went it's way to your shoulders to pat it lightly whilst a big grin soon appeared on his face.

"There! Now yer clothes are as good as new!"

"Ah, Mika... Your tie is a bit crooked too." You then finally decide to point that out.

"A-ah...?! Nngah, yer right!" He then finally notices just how crooked his tie is. He must've overlooked it when he was frantically running everywhere to find his blazer.

"It's okay, let me just fix it for you." You said, bringing your hands to his tie, straightening it before tucking it inside his vest.

"[Name]... Yer so kind, what have I done to deserve someone like you?"

"Oh, come on. You're making me blush, Mika."

"But, it's not a lie! 'M not lyin' ta ya, y'know?!"

"Whatever." You softly chuckled at him, patting his cheek gently. He said nothing nor do anything to protest against touch, he simply melted into it the moment he feels it.

Mika then looks at you once more, smiling softly as he continues to lean into your hand, inviting you to continue caressing his cheeks like that for a little while longer.

"Nngah, [Name], I love ya so much."

"I love you too, Mika." You reciprocated his love once before before giving him a gentle peck on the lips.

"Now, let's go, shall we?" You ask, pulling your hand away from his cheek as you gestured to the door.

"Hey, [Name]. Have I ever told ya just how much I love ya?" Mika asked, walking out of the door with you, hands in yours as he showed you his toothy grin again.

"'M the luckiest guy alive ta have ya as my significant other, [Name]."

#💌 ...‎ thank you my dearest valentine.#🌹–‎ love is in the air. ♡#enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #mika kagehira x reader #kagehira mika x reader #enstars x you #enstars #ensemble stars #esworks

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blazekill · 11 months

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Megatronus x Orion

Cute smut, first meeting

(this is not the full story but just the nsfw part because the whole thing is MUCH longer then this, on my Wattpad evkala_cream)

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He traveled his servo from Orion's hips to his open panel. „Meantime I will streach you out for me a little okay?~" He used two fingers to playfully spread his valve apart. Orion closed his optics and shiwered at the sudden touch between his thighs. It was the first time anyone touched him down there. It was so exciting but scary at the same time. But he trusted Megatronus and he was sure he knew what he was doing. So he got comfortable beying bend over Megatronus's thigh and continued satisfying him with his fingers.

„Good mech~" Purred Megatronus and stroked his lower torso with the free servo making Orion bend it his back. „Don't worry little one. I will be gentle~" He used Orion's energon leaking from his valve on his finger so it would be more comfortable. Then he placed it right next to his clit. „May I?" Orion was so emberresed at how easily dominated he was by Megatronus so he simply nodded. Megatronus smiled and started gently rubbing him.

Orion gasped as he felt a rush of bliss fun through his frame. Megatronus groaned and lifted Orion's hips with just one servo to his face so he could kiss them. „That's it love. Mm let me hear you. You don't have to be shy around me~" He was never this gentle with any mech or femme before. There was something so innocent about the archivist. He couldn't help but to care for him ever so carefully as if he was made of glass.

Orion was whimpering and moaning with every touch. He opened his optics so he could see Megatronus's huge spike again. „Oh...t-this feels so good~" It were a quiet high-pitched moans followed by a wet noices that were driving Megatronus insane. „Ah Primus. I've been waiting for this for so long. To have you squarming and whimpering in my servos Orion~" He went a little faster making Orion's legs tremble.

He squeezed Megatronus's spike again but this time used his salivating mouth as an exause for him to lick and suck on his tip. Megatronus twitched as he felt a warmth and soft tongue oh his tip. He looked at the little archivist holding his spike with both servos and trying his best to fit as much on him in his mouth as possible. He never saw something as adorable as him so desperately wanting to satisfy him. „Careful cupcake. I would hate for you to get hurt~"

Orion's spark almost melted at what he just heard. „Did he just really called me that?" He was used to bots nickmaning him because of his tiny frame but never has he heard someone to call him this cutelly. „C-cupcake?~" He purred with a little happy smirk. Megatronus leaned closer to him. „Yes. You are so tiny. As a cupcake. And I am sure you are also sweet like one~" He slipped the tip of his finger in his enterence and then pulled out sucking off his energon.

„Oh my Primus~" Purred Orion and went back to taking care of his spike. Megatronus chuckled amuzed at his reaction and playfully patted his hips. "May I?~" "Y-yes~" Orion whimpered still a little nervous tho. I was used to be doing this to himself but that is so much easier and much less stresfull. "That is my brave little archivist~"

Smiled Megatronus and pulled him closer so he could rub his cheek againt his hips. Orion appraised these little moment so much. Megatronus licked his finger and then very gently pressed back againt his enterence. "This will maybe hurt sligtly at first. But I'll make the best of it okay love?~" But before Orion could even respond he slownly pushed the first finger in his valve and started moving.

Orion's optics swing open and he let out a adorable little whine. That made Megatronus blush even more and sigh in delight. "Does it hurt cupcake?" He asked lovingly and pauzed. "N-no...It just feels...so good coming from you~" Megatronus smirked and started immidietly moving his finger again. "Mm good. You'r doing so great for you'r first time~"

He leaned closer and whispered teasingly. "One has to wonder...what were doing that you'r taking me so easily? I bealive you'r not as innocent as I thought~" Orion's face turned red as he remembered all the times he was playing with himself while thinking about the gladiator. He covered his face with one servo emmberessed. "Hhh~" Megatronus chuckled amuzed with a low sexy tone and continued pleasuring him.

"Oh my...I think I can even go faster right away. Hhh Orion...~" He purred in a very teasing way leaning closer to him. "Please...stop it Mega. J-just..just get to it already." He said shyly not able to even discuss it. Megatronus rised one eyebrow. "Oh impatiant are we. Hhh sorry. I wouln't tease you like this anymore. I just couldn't help myself. You are so adorable like this cupcake~"

He very gently used another finger. "Uh! N-no it's alright. I...I actually like when you do it. It's making me have butterfies in my stomach~" Orion purred and bend in his back as he felt much more presure in his valve. Megatronus smirked and stroked Orion's belly. "Hhh...I've told you I'll make the best of it~"

He used his two fingers to gently spread them in his valve to streach him faster. Orion gasped and his frame shiwered. "Uh Primus..Mega mh~" He whimpred more desperately then before. "Uhm? What is it dear?~" Orion raised his head and looked at Megatronus's servo doing all the work. He completly forgot about his now lovers spike.

"I...I actually think I am ready...for more?~" He said shily. But Megatron didn't stop. He actually started moving his fingers faster. Much faster. "Huh! Uhh~" Orion's frame jumped a little in shock and the sudden dose of intense pleasure. He rolled his optics back and let his head fall onto Megatronus's thighs. Megatronus chuckled and used his free servo to hold him by his chest and pulled him closer to him.

"Hhh not yet love. I can see how intense is this for you. Imagine if I instead my fingers used something else. I think you'r little overheated frame would go online~" Orion whinned and stroked Megatronus's servo that was holding him with his own shaking servo. "Nh t-then what huh..what are you planing on doing t-to me till then?~" He asked so desperete. Megatronus could see it on his optics that he wanted more so badly. But he was not gonna let him have him so soon.

"Shhh. First we need to make you overload like this. Nicely all over my fingers. And then you will be ready for more. I promise cupcake~" He kissed the back of his head and went faster. Orion was too busy whimpering he just nodded with adorable expresion on his face. "Oh my sweet Primus. I've never been with someone who would look as gorgeous as you while me taking care of them. You trully are aspecial cupcake~"

Orion's spark skipped a beat. Him calling him special ment a world to him. "W-well. I-I am not the only bot that is special in here." I smiled cutelly. Megatronus blushed a little. "Oh. Hm thank you Orion." But suddenly Orion gasped for air and squeezed his lovers thigh tightly and cried out loudly in pure delight. The big gladiator gave him a suprised and a little worried look.

"Is everything okay Orion?" Orion leaned with one servo against his thing and bend in his back with his head hanging down. "Ahh my...y-yes~" He needed to take a deep breath in between his whimpering. "Just that. Nhh please there. R-right there~" Megatronus blinked a few times. He was just so impressed by Orion's reaction it made him speechless for a second.

But then a big grin apeared on his lips. "Oh. Is my little archivist that close?~" He couldn't express how turned on he was by this fact. And that Orion made him know it such an intense way. "Mh..uhm!~" Orion hummed under his servo covering his mouth. Megatronus reached for his shaking servo and gently moved it away. "No no no bug. We don't have to be doing that. I want to hear your every little adorable sound~" He purred right into his audio receptor. He lovingly stroked his belly and went just a little bit faster.

"A-as you w-wish. Nh I..I think I will overload now~" He whined desparetly with his optics full of desire. "Mm I know my little archivist. You may. I'm waiting for you. Do you like me touching you like this mh?~" He purred more seriously then before. Like he was so eager to hear the unswer. "Nh p-please Mega. D-don't!~" Orion's body shiwered as he felt Megatronus's low demanting tone. He felt his insides twitching and pulsing. "Don't what? Tease you until you overload all over my fingers? Tease you so much you will cry out my name?~"

He whimpered and squeezed him slighty in his servo. This awoken in Megatronus something almost refal. He wanted. He needed. He demanded to see hear and feel his little Iacon boyfriend finnish so badly. He went as fast as he could pressing his warm chest against Orion's poor overheated shaking frame. "You'r such a good little mech. Come on. Make you'r hero proud~" That was a last straw for Orion. It was just too much for poor little cleark.

He gasped for air few times keep incrising the volume. He never thought he could be this expressive. His whole frame was building up to this moment up until the most desperete and loud whimper finally left his body. He automaticly threw his head back with one loud and gragged out moan. His valve tighten up around his lovers fingers. It made him so weak that if Megatronus wasn't holding him he would colapse on the bed. Megatronus was watching the whole time breathing heavily. He couldn't do anything but purr and enjoing every second of it.

#tfp megatron #tfp megatronus #tfp orion pax #tfp #transformers smut #megatronus #orion pax #megatronusxorion #transformers prime #tfpsmut #smut #megatronxoptimus #megatronxoptimussmut

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 23

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst. Mentions of sex/smut. Manipulation, implied cheating.

“St-Steve…I need your help in he-“

“I can’t help, Cami…” Steve said quickly as he grabbed his go-bag, “Peggy just called and said that she-“

“Peggy!” Cami growled, stomping into the main hall where Steve was already halfway to the door, “What does Peggy really need from you Steve? I need help with the girls. They-“

“Cami…Peggy needs help getting acclimated!” he growled back in response, “you can handle the girls. They are fine! You are fine! Peggy is having a hard time!”

“So you’re leaving me?” she asked angrily, “taking your go bag and disappearing until Peggy is fine?”

“Cami-“

“You know, I think it’s pretty wild that all of a sudden she’s known for having these mind-blowing panic attacks where you have to be there for her at all times of the day,” Cami groaned, “I thought you said she was a decorated soldier for the Brits. Hmm? Thought she was capable of fitting in anywhere and always adapting!”

“Cami, adapting in wartime in the 40’s is way different than jumping forward over a hundred years!”

“So, you’re just going to leave, then?”

Steve’s jaw twitched for a moment before he dropped his go bag at the coat rack by the entryway.

“What would you have me do, Cami?”

Cami’s angry attitude immediately faded, and she stepped towards her husband. Steve stood stock-still and watched her walk up to him and immediately wrap her arms around his middle. Steve watched her for a moment before reacting. He could feel the sadness around him like a humid day.

“I miss my husband,” she all but whimpered against him. Steve sighed as he felt her heart beating against his chest, “I need you Steve…me and the girls…we-we need you here with us…at least some of the time.”

And his heart ached as she looked up at him, her eyes tearfully looking into his own. Gently, he reached down and stroked away her tears with his thumbs, before pressing his lips softly to hers.

They worked slowly with one another, calculating the other’s next move, while working perfectly in sync.

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you, Steve…”

He sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the pain in her own eyes. He dropped his go bag beside him and wrapped his arms low on her waist, “how about you go make some lunch for the girls, and I’ll get them set up? Then after we get them down for a nap, we spend a little mommy daddy time together, where I show you exactly how much you mean to me, and why you and the girls will always come first.”

“I-I like the sound of that,” she admitted softly with a nod. Steve smiled and pressed another gentle kiss to her lips before patting her ass and letting her out of reach, “I-I’ll go make lunch…”

“Okay, bunny. I’ll go get the girls in line.”

Steve sighed softly to himself as he wrapped his arm around his wife. Cami moaned softly from his chest, while her core fluttered around his cock. Steve’s eyes closed as he focused on her breathing and how he heard her heart thrashing in her chest.

“You know…days like this…I live for it…” he admitted softly as he looked down at his docile wife. She gave him a loving look, and he brushed the hair off her face, “I love it.”

“You live for this?”

“Not the arguing…but this,” he answered, gesturing to how they were currently, “us…together…me deep inside of you, stretching that pretty little-“

“Steve…” Cami giggled with a smile. Steve’s smile got wider as he lifted the hand from his chest and kissed her palm.

“Are you sure I can’t coax you into having another little super soldier toddling around?”

Cami giggled as she patted her husband’s pec, “maybe a boy this time?”

“I mean…if we’re going for it…I see no harm in the extra practice,” Steve teased playfully, “you know…but that would mean I would have to take off this condom you made me put on.”

“Steve…”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, rubbing Cami’s back, “you want to wait at least another year, so we don’t have three kids in diapers.”

“And I love you so much for agreeing with me. I can barely keep up with the twins.”

“If we don’t have another set of twins…I get to try right after that third one’s out of the oven.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed softly as she placed a series of kisses along his chest, “I swear. You truly are insatiable, Mr. Rogers.”

“Oh, only for you, Mrs. Rogers!”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, you know it,” he smiled. Cami leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, before sitting up, “where do you think you’re going, hmm?”

“The girls should be up from their naps soon,” she said quickly, “thinking maybe we grab a shower together before that? Get some more…practice in?”

“Nothing sounds better than that, bunny!” Steve purred.

He reached forward and playfully slapped his wife’s ass as she got up and ran towards the bathroom. Meanwhile as he sat up, he noticed his phone had a number of alerts on it.

He frowned when he saw who they were from.

With a much heavier sigh, he bit his bottom lip and looked between the bathroom and his phone.

‘You were supposed to be here.’

‘Where are you, Steve?’

‘I need to feel you right now.’

His stomach felt like it was in knots as he stood from the bed and started towards the dresser. Throwing on a pair of briefs and sweatpants, he pocketed his phone, before throwing on a beater. Cami came back into the bedroom as he was putting on his boots.

“W-what’s wrong?” she asked quickly, “Steve, where are you going?”

“Emergency,” he lied, as he stood from his spot. He gave her a firm kiss before turning towards the door, “I have to go, now. It’s an urgent mission, Cami!”

“Is everything okay? Why do you have to-“

“Cami…I don’t have time to talk!” he said quickly as he pushed himself from the bedroom and towards the entrance, “tell the girls I love them!’

“Wait, Ste-“

“Bye Cameron!”

“Where is my wife?”

“Steve…so pleasant to see you too!”

“God damn it, Melissa, where the hell is my wife?” Steve spat, “I know that she’s here! Her and the girls. They have to be!”

“You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up at my house, punk!”

“James…”

Bucky’s jaw twitched as he glared at his best friend over Mel’s shoulder. She turned back towards Bucky and put a hand on his chest, “we told Cami that we wouldn’t intervene…James…we promi-”

“Then fucking get out of my way,” Steve growled, ready to push his way into the house, “I want to talk to Cameron!”

“I didn’t say that I was going to let you barge into my house, Steven Grant Rogers!” Mel spat, quickly turning around to poke the super soldier in the chest. Steve, taken back by her attitude change with him took a step back, and she used that to her advantage, “you’ve taken advantage of my daughter for far too long, Steve. James and I promised that we wouldn’t become even more involved than when James beat the shit out of you, but I will not let you into my house.”

Steve’s jaw twitched. His nostrils flared as he looked down at the much smaller woman, “you think you scare me, Missy? Think I’m afraid of some slutty, aging whore?”

“I think you’re the limp dick asshole of a son-in-law who just cheated on my daughter,” Mel growled, “and super soldier or not, you better back the fuck up, because I have no problem with going to jail over finding some way to cause serious bodily harm to you, Steve!”

Steve sneered at Mel, before taking a step back, “you don’t know what you’re getting involved in, Mel. You’re sticking your nose into a business where it has no place in! AS ALWAYS!”

“She’s my daughter, you prick!” Mel spat, “so I suggest you get off of my fucking property. Because so help me god, if you wake up my newborn, I won’t stop James from kicking your ass yet again.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Steve growled as he looked at Andy, “she wouldn’t fucking do that to me. I’m the father of the girls. She ca-“

“Steve, I’m just telling you what she’s had drafted,” Andy said with a frown, “I’m not saying that you have to sign them.”

“Damn right I’m not going to sign them,” Steve hissed as he glared at the papers sitting in front of him, “she wants full custody of Jamie and Stephanie…she-“

“If I’m being honest, it’s not a bad deal,” Andy shrugged as he cut his friend off, “she doesn’t want spousal or child support. She’s willing to let you have full access to the kids by remaining in the tower. She just wants entire custody of them. And with you still actively going on miss-“

“I don’t give a damn about my bitch of a soon to be ex-wife wants, Andy…it’s about the principle. She can’t demand custody of the girls. We’re getting a divorce, but what I want is important too! What if I wanted full custody?”

“Steve, I’m going to level with you,” Andy muttered, “within the family courts, the judge usually sides with the mother.”

“Yeah…well the father isn’t usually Captain America, now is he?”

“Most men demanding full custody and no support don’t usually cheat on their wives either,” Andy corrected with a frown, “and don’t even say that she can’t prove it. We all know that Peggy is already pregnant. That in itself is proof enough. No judge would look at you and agree, no matter how much you’ve done for the country!”

“Andy…you don’t get it…”

“No, Steve…I don’t…because if my spouse ever cheated on me…I’d be doing much more than just asking for full custody!” Andy replied swiftly, “I mean, seriously, Steve. What the actual hell were you thinking with Peggy? She’s a fantasy…an illusion. You and Cami-“

“I don’t want to talk about this with you,” Steve muttered, shaking his head at his friend, “thanks for explaining this…but I’m not going to sign. And you can let Cami know that.”

“Alright, Steve…just remember. Divorce and family hearings are never pretty. And once word gets around that it was you that broke up the marriage…it’s less likely that you’ll get everything you want out of it.”

“Don’t make me find a new lawyer, Barber.”

“Maybe you should, Rogers!”

Chapter 24

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#ex wives club #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #captain america #steve rogers #bucky barnes #dark captain america #dark steve rogers

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*distant cackling* for Ethan and Adam (because I'm never over them): 12, 17, 20, 49, 59? :D

Okokokok. Ok. Some good ones here. Thank you!!!! Let's go!

12. What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered? Yes. Everything. Seriously though, Ethan stretching is a distraction for Adam every time, especially since Ethan wears well tailored and fitted clothes. It's that peak at arm and back muscles that are otherwise hidden under a button up shirt, just a little reminder of what Ethan looks like without clothes. Also Ethan is tall and lean so there's something cat like and maybe a little predatory when he stretches (he does have confidence and swagger) that also does things to Adam. Ethan is well aware of the effect his has.

For a long time, it's any kind of casual touch from Adam. He's very attractive and Ethan likes looking at him, but when Adam touches him, intentionally and with caring, Ethan just wants to melt and his heart does all sorts of things. I see Adam as not being big on PDA even after that sort through differences and so little comforting touches become a big part of their love language.

Oh dear, this got long. I shouldn't be surprised at myself at this point.

17. Who steals whose clothes? Does their significant other mind? Tough one because I don't think they wear the same size at all. Ethan could steal Adam's clothes, but does Adam have anything worth stealing? lol Ethan wouldn't be above stealing a sweater from Adam if he was cold it was laying around. Adam would act annoyed but then secretly enjoy that it smelled like Ethan and maybe put off washing it for a bit. I feel like it's rare though just because of their different tastes. The person in the warehouse who has to watch out is Nate because he and Ethan are about the same size and have very similar tastes. Ethan's always wanting to borrow something or ask where Nate got it.

20. Who handles the spiders? Who screams directions in the background? Ethan will handle the spiders if no one else is there but if Adam's available he makes him do it. Ethan won't run screaming but he's very likely to find a spider and go "I didn't see you, you didn't see me. Please be gone the next time I enter the room and we can pretend this never happened." Spiders are important but he would rather not, thanks. lol

49. Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt? They both enjoy a steady presence. The other one being close, but not touching, just in their space, can be very comforting. When they're alone, Adam will brush Ethan's hair out of his face and that makes Ethan appreciate what they have (once they finally get there...). For Adam, it's a gentle chin lift when Ethan wants to kiss him or get Adam to look into his eyes, which may or may not be because of some pouting before hand by Adam.

59. Is there a spot they tend to kiss or caress habitual? If no one else is around and they're sitting together not doing much of anything, Ethan will rest his hand on Adam's thigh and absently rub his thumb on it. He also does this if they're in the car together, he'll just reach over and pat Adam on the leg while he's driving and let his hand rest there for a few moments.

Adam likes to trace Ethan's collarbone. If Ethan is holding him and Adam's hands are pressed against his chest, eventually the fingertips will wander. Same with when they're laying in bed, facing each other and pressed close together. The best is when Adam stands behind him and puts a hand on Ethan's shoulder then starts running his fingers along his collarbone. He only does this when no one else is around and it's a sure fire way to get Ethan in bedroom shortly after. It's Adam's little "I'm in the mood if you are" signal.

#I've decided that while Ethan and Adam have their steamy moments #they settle into old contented married couple shockingly quickly #especially for the amount of flirting that Ethan does before they finally get together #Ethan still likes to flirt just to get a rise out of Adam #but in quiet moments they're like two cats curled up together #having said that #Adam will 100% work his way from Ethan's mouth #down his jaw and neck to nibble on his collarbone #ethan langford #twc #life at nerdy holler

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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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Kinkmas - Day 20: Vanilla Sex W/ Rocky

Post Date: 20th December 2022 Content: Smut - Astro Rocky x Reader WC: 1K TW?: Vanilla sex/ Body appriciation/ Hand holding/ Lovey dovey

Summary: 1st Christmas together, how else to celebrate that giving each other a little something to celebrate the holidays?

Masterlist Kinkmas Masterlist Prompt list

"And the last one," Rocky announces holding out a small, flat package to you.

"What, an extra one? Rocky you know we agreed on having an equal amount, I feel bad now," You pout, bottom lip sticking out as you hold the package close to your chest.

"Trust me, it's okay, open it".

Guessing from the shape and size you could only think of it to be clothing. Taking it from his hands quickly and with the excitement of a small child you carefully tear the paper off to reveal a set of red lingerie. Your eyes widen and so does the grin on your face.

"It's so pretty, and red, your favourite colour," You beam, noticing how he starts to blush a little.

"Go try it on," He urges, patting your knee so you'd hurry up. You scurry to the bathroom, soft giggles trailing off the further away you got from Rocky.

The set fits you like a glove and the colour really pops on you, taking another moment to look in the mirror you make sure everything is how it should be and you fix your hair to make yourself look a little more "presentable", not that Rocky would care either way.

"Are you ready?" You call from around the corner hiding away from him.

"I've been ready since I bought it," He laughs turning his attention towards the sound of your voice. Stepping out from around the corner you give him a twirl giving him a whole look.

Scrambling to his feet, Rocky made his way over to you for a closer look, "Not to toot my own horn, but I have taste," You laugh slapping his arm lightly while rolling your eyes.

"I still feel bad I didn't get you an extra present".

"Oh baby, this is my extra present".

Within seconds, he's pressed up against you with his fingertips grazing over the seams of the new set that he’s bought you, probably admiring you more in it than he could’ve ever possibly imagined.

Noticing how he’s admiring you, you couldn’t help but get a little nervous, and shy. The attention you’re getting is something you should be used to by now but you still can’t wrap your head around that you’re extremely attractive to him.

Though gentle and romantic, his lips press against yours and your breath is taken away. The soft touches against your body make your body break out in goosebumps as you’re directed to the bedroom.

Never leaving your lips.

With a hand on the back of your head and one around your waist, he carefully lays you down on the bed. How your heart aches with how considerate he was being, the sweetest. Making it more unbearable, you need him.

Usually, you’re anything but gentle with each other but tonight was different.

With this new set, he bought you, you look so delicate in it. His mind gives him no choice but to be gentle and careful with you. He wants to pour his entire love into this.

From the soft kisses on your lips to your cheeks and down your neck to your collarbone, he locks his fingers with yours, thumb caressing the back of your hand as the kisses continue.

“I couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect than you,” Rocky whispers on your collarbone, the light breathing against it making you pant slightly, needing nothing more than for him to do something about this burning desire for him.

Knowing your body signals, he smiles sweetly at you and lets go of your hands, kneeling back on his heels as he takes one good look at you before carefully teasing your panties down your thighs until they land on the floor.

He gives your core the gentlest graze with his fingers, stopping at your clit to rub it a few times before slicking a few singers into you, curling them up just to stretch you out.

He pouts as he watches your face become full of pleasure, your little whimpers being music to his ears as he slowly pulls them out to release his cock from his trousers.

Carefully, he lines himself up to your hole, caressing your cheek with his free hand whilst placing the softest kisses on your lips.

Then takes hold of your hand again before slowly easing himself into you, letting you adjust to him before rocking his hips into you lightly.

The other hand is being held too.

His hands never unlock from yours with his lips permanently on yours.

Miniature whimpers and moans come from both of you, both getting enough pleasure and purely enjoying it, enjoying making love. It was pure and you couldn’t have felt closer to each other, even if you tried.

“I love you so much, baby,” He grunts lightly against your lips, making you smile as a whimper parts your lips, trying to reply to him the best that you could.

“I love you too,” You eventually get out, head embedded into the pillow as your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer and deeper into you which makes you cry a little louder.

Breaking from the kiss, his head nudges into the crook of your neck and then places more kisses up and down it, making you whimper and moan a lot more.

His thrusts start to speed up, only slightly but oh god, were you loving every second of it? Wanting this to last forever.

“This is the best christmas present ever, you in this set and getting you all to myself,” He breathes on your neck, making your head deepen into the pillow in the process.

All you could do was look at him with pure admiration and love as he lifts his head up to look at you too, also with the same gaze. The gaze that you never want to see less off. The both of you are addicted to love and to be like this? You were never going to want anything else.

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#kpop #kpop blog #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop kinkmas #astro #astro fanfic #astro scenarios #astro imagines #astro imagines rocky #astro rocky #astro rocky smut #astro smut #astro hard hours #rocky smut #rocky hard hours

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