#except poor baby's leg is hurting :(

[star-sim]

"cheater!" ☆ enha hyungs

☆ non-idol! bf! enhypen hyungs x fem! reader ☆ summary: that one time you mentioned another guy's name, and he gets jealous (and he's dumb). ☆ genre: fluff, humor, dumb dumb boys, very minor angst/hurt/comfort in jay's part, cross between short scenarios and bullet points ☆ warning(s)? mentions of cheating obv, misunderstandings, ☆ not edited lolz also if ur @/archlstarvlle get off my dick again and stop plagiarizing me (and other authors bruh)

heeseung ☆

poor guy

you and him were going to a party later

and you were planning on putting ribbons in your hair

except you didn't have ribbons!

time to go to your nearest craft store: michael's.

"Baaaabe," you whined, prying Heeseung's grabby hands away from you. "I need to go."

Heeseung kept his arms wrapped around you, pressing his cheeks into your back. He threw his leg around yours, pulling you ever closer to him.

"Nooooo," he drawled, and you could feel his lips forming a little pout. You were just so warm and soft and comfortable. "Stay."

You chuckled at his childishness. You needed to go buy ribbons for later, since you ran out of them.

"Baby," you pecked his forehead, trying to shake yourself free of your clingy boyfriend. "I need to go to Michael's."

You felt Heeseung's body go frigid for a moment, before his arms loosened altogether around you, allowing you to escape his grip.

When you pulled away, while you continued to happily chirp about whatever was on your mind to your boyfriend, your words fell upon deaf ears.

Heeseung pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it pensively.

heeseung was actually going insane

WHO IS MICHAEL??? AND WHY ARE YOU GOING TO HIM??

heeseung swears he's never heard you talk of someone named michael, let alone a friend named michael

how could you drop the name of some OTHER MAN so casually???

and the nail in the coffin was what you said next

"Michael's has some pretty cool things," you chatted, your back turned to your boyfriend as you fixed your lip gloss. "So, let me know if you need anything from there.

michael... cool... things....

if heeseung wasn't already fighting for his life, he was now fighting a million wars at once.

you told heeseung that he was cool and handsome and cute and all the words in the dictionary all the time.... and you made sure to let him know that your words were exclusive to him

so for you to say that SOME RANDOM DUDE NAMED MICHAEL WAS COOL?????

"I don't think you've ever been to Michael's, so I think—"

Heeseung abruptly stood up from the bed that he was lying in, in such a sudden and dramatic way that you snapped your head over to him, as he was quite loud with it.

There your tall boyfriend stood, completely still, with a deep frown on his face.

"Babe, are you okay—"

"I'm going with you," Heeseung announced, his voice filled with such a passion and vigor that it nearly shook. He looked so indignant and solemn, you almost felt worried. With finger air-quotes, he said with a subtle eye-roll, "I will go with you to this 'Michaels.' "

You blinked at him obliviously, before a smile grew on your face. You didn't know that Heeseung was so curious about the local craft store called Michael's, but you were not going to question it.

"Okay!"

heeseung was just WAITING

he let you take the wheel and while he sat in your passenger's seat he was rubbing his knuckles, WAITING TO THROW A FIST AT THIS MICHAEL GUY

would a black eye suffice? or maybe a broken nose....

he glanced over at you

you were just humming to yourself to the music (you let heeseung take the aux)

sure you looked so cute and innocent right now... BUT HOW??? HOW COULD YOU BE SO CASUAL ABT IT???

heeseung was expecting for you to pull up to a neighborhood, or an apartment complex, ready to feel his entire world crash down before his feet as some guy named michael emerged from the doorway

his heart plummeted at the thought of this 'michael' pulling you in for a hug, with you greeting him back brightly

no!!!! he couldn't let michael win!!!

you were his!!

.

.

.

except, you simply pulled up to a parking lot

to a massive store, with white walls and a giant brown sign

reading

michael's craft store

Heeseung flopped over in relief.

"Hee...!"

jay ☆

i think at this point in time you and jay aren't DATING dating, but definitely an exclusive pair that's BASICALLY dating

all your friends know about him and you report to them daily about him (theyre tired)

except

before you and jay became an actual pair

you used to call him a code name with your friends

the code name in question?

hamilton

named after your friend's hamilton beach flexcut cordless can opener, aka the first thing that you saw when you were coming up with a code name

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Today, you and Jay decided to have a study session in the library. Although you knew that he'd be true to his word and would actually help you study, you hoped that the two of you could do something more.

Maybe he'd put his hand on your thigh, or maybe you'd have the opportunity to cut him off with a kiss. Just the thought made your stomach do flips.

As you waited at the library table, with your heart in your hands, your phone rang. It was your friends. Noticing the dirty looks for such an obnoxious ringtone, you stepped out the library to take the call.

meanwhile jay was pretty much shaking with each step he took to the campus library

an entire two hours with you? you, who needed his help really badly? you, who he wanted to kiss so badly? yes please!!!

boy was he excited

but as he rounded the corner to the library.............

he spotted you..... on the phone with someone.....

"Hamilton is so handsome!" he heard you squeal into your phone, and Jay's heart stopped. "I hope Hamilton comes soon, so that I can kiss him."

ham...il...ton

who is that....

jay knew that you and him weren't officially dating but he didn't expect you to do him dirty like that :(

as you continuted to giggle and coo about this hamilton guy, jay couldn't help but feel his heart ache

he really thought you were the one :(

except he was so caught up in his thoughts that jay tripped over his feet, making you whip your head around to him

Your expression was horrified, which only only confirmed his worst fears. Still, you stepped toward him, your face painted with embarrassment.

"Oh, hi Jay," you said bashfully, unable to meet his gaze.

Jay, even when he was hurt, didn't have it in him to be rude to you. He wanted to run away (and cry), but the way you gave him a small, sheepish grin made his heart flutter.

He planned to sit through this session, and excuse himself after 30 minutes. Keep the relationship civil, he thought.

on your end

you were mortified!!!

did jay just hear you talk about him to your friends?

although you had a code name for him, it wasn't like what you said was completely discreet

you dropped pretty obvious context clues that pointed to who hamilton was

things like "i love hamilton's heart-shaped birthmark on his neck, do you think he'll let me touch it?" and "i hope hamilton takes me out on a date after today's study session"

you were embarrassed

and it didn't help that jay was being quieter than usual... did he think you were weird?

but to jay, that embarrassment translated as the shame of being caught

the entire study session thus far, you didn't even meet his gaze, always looking away

Jay was hurt. Really hurt.

By the way you were acting, he was hoping for an apology, or some quick explanation, even if it was short and half-assed. At least you could've tried. But you said nothing.

Jay himself had questions that he wanted to be answered: how long has this been going on, if you were lying when you told him that you loved him, etc.

His lips moved faster than his mind could catch.

"So, who's Hamilton?" he blurted.

shit shit shit

he KNOWS RIGHT?

HE KNOWS THAT HE'S HAMILTON

RIGHT???????

you felt your neck and cheeks heating up

and by the way he looked solemn, you were sure he was mad at you

You froze, before all of your words spilled out of your mouth.

"Oh my god, Jay, I'm so sorry. You must be feeling so creeped out and disgusted with me and—"

from your body language to the panic in your expression

jay thought that his suspicions were confirmed

the moment that you began speaking he was ready to break down sobbing

but your next words made him stop

"— And I know that you think I'm weird for using a code name as stupid as 'Hamilton' for you, and I'm so sorry for that, but—"

wait a minute............

code name

hamilton

for him

.

.

.

"Wait, I'm Hamilton?!" Jay cut you off, his face pinching.

You let out a weird sound, an awkward expression spreading across your features.

"I-I mean, yeah..." you hid your face in your hands, "Ughhhh, I'm so sorry, that's so weir— Jay?!"

Jay was slumped over the table in relief, his face buried in his arms. He let out a loud groan, before lifting his head to look up at you. You couldn't help but notice the little glassy sheen in his eyes, almost like he was going to cry.

"Jay..."

He quickly wiped the little tears forming in his eyes away, sniffling before sitting up completely, averting his gaze from you.

"It's nothing," he murmured.

He was relieved. No, beyond relieved. He was ecstatic that this entire time you were talking about him. He couldn't believe that he would think of you in such a poor light.

He kept his eyes away from you, too shy and embarrassed to look you in the eye.

You poked him, and he didn't respond, so you poked him again.

"Jay."

"Hm?"

"Do you think I'm weird?"

He snapped his head over to you.

"What? No, of course not!"

You frowned. "Then why aren't you talking to me?"

Jay sucked in a sharp breath. "It's nothing."

He finally met your gaze, his lips helplessly cracking into a grin just as the sight of you perplexed expression.

He clutched your chin, tilting it so that you would look at him. He leaned in to give your lips a peck.

"I promise, it's nothing, Baby."

You leaned into him, giving him a peck, too.

"Okay," you nodded, biting back the giddy, lovesick grin that fought its way onto your face.

jake ☆

one day youre hanging out w your friends

and ygs go to a dog cafe

so cute!!

and theres this one dog that's just practically CALLING FOR YOU

he's just this little maltese named enzo and he's so cute

the two of you cuddling on the floor, giving him good head rubs and laughing as he licks you

you love enzo the maltese!

anyways so you take pictures ofc and post it to your private instagram

Jake narrowed his eyes at his phone.

He was deep.

Deep in the goddamn trenches.

He was excited to see the cute pictures you took of your day out with your friends. When you said that you were going to a dog cafe, Jake was so ready to use a picture of you and a pup (two of his favorite things) as his new phone wallpaper.

But that wasn't going to happen.

Because all of a sudden, his Wi-Fi decided to be poor all of a sudden.

Although he got the notification that you posted something new on Instagram, when he checked your account, none of you pictures loaded. All he could see was a black loading square, and the caption to the post.

at first jake was like

"its ok i can wait" even though he REALLLLYYY wanted to see your pictures

he couldn't see any of the pictures you posted, but he could still see the caption

and that's what caught his eye

you liked to have an individual explanation for each picture in the post, so your caption read as follows:

pic 1: me and enzo

pic 2: enzo kissing me

pic 3: holding enzo's hand

pic 4: enzo and me cuddling

and that's when jake stopped reading

Jake was going to start losing hair, because who was Enzo? And why was he kissing you? And cuddling with you?

He'd never heard of an Enzo. Poor guy, Jake kept refreshing your account in the hopes that your pictures would load, so that he could see this Enzo guy face-to-face. But that didn't happen.

It didn't help that your Instagram notes read, "enzo <3."

seriously

WHO IS ENZO

jake paced back and forth around his apartment, trying to scroll back in his memory for anyone named enzo

but alas

no one

all he knew was that whoever enzo was, he was about to get a broken jaw

a little frown formed on his face, as he rubbed his knuckles

were you going to leave him from this enzo person?

was enzo better than him?

how come jake never heard of an enzo before?

Jake's head perked up the moment his apartment door cracked open, revealing you. He rushed straight to you, expecting to hear you say, "I'm breaking up with you for another man named Enzo," completely taken aback when you simply threw your arms around him.

"Hi, Jakey!" you simply exclaimed, holding him tight.

Jake stood still, eyeing you for a moment.

Were you not going to break up with him on the spot?

The next thing he knew, Jake was pulled into his room, thrown on his bed, and cuddled up against you.

"I'm so tired," you breathe, snuggling your face against his chest. "I couldn't wait to get home to you."

Jake blinked.

"T-Tell me about your day," he gulped.

and you happily did so

animately, you told all about your day

what foods you tried, what you and your friends did, how much fun you had

you even told him about a cute little maltese that you couldn't remember the name of at the dog cafe...

and at last

no mention of enzo

"How's Enzo?"

Jake didn't know why he asked that, but when he did, you perked up.

"Oh!" you clapped your hands. "That's his name!"

"Wh-Who's name?"

You laughed. "The maltese at the dog cafe! His name was Enzo— He was just the cutest little thing!"

Enzo is a... dog?

Jake suddenly hoisted the two of you up, so that you were laying flat on your back. He plopped his face onto your chest, putting your hand in his hair.

"I don't like Enzo," Jake murmured against your chest. You chuckled, playing with his hair slowly.

"You didn't like the pictures of me and Enzo?"

"No," Jake shook his head, his hair cutely bouncing with each movement. "I don't like a dog trying to take my girl."

You laughed, calling your boyfriend silly, but completely oblivious to the fact that Jake was now making plans to go to that dog cafe to have a man-to-man talk with a dog.

sunghoon ☆

a man of a few words, gotta love it

this is very niche but you have a habit of making very obscure and dumb and completely nonsensical nicknames for people

like jake becomes jacobsongerald and jay becomes jameslynner the third

one day you and sunghoon are just having a lazy day

It's a quiet morning. Slivers of sunlight are peeking from the kitchen blinds, while birds chirp their hearts out outside.

While you look through the fridge, Sunghoon sits at the kitchen table, notepad and pen in hand.

"Do we need eggs?" he asked.

You glanced down at the egg compartment. "No, but I think we're running out of butter soon."

Sunghoon nodded, jotting down 'butter' on the notepad.

Every week or so, you and Sunghoon liked to have a morning like this, where you went over your grocery list.

sunghoon loved mornings like this

seeing you in your cute pajamas, your raspy morning voice bouncing off the walls as you listed to him what the two of you needed to buy for the week

the way the sunlight bounced off of you just made you look so ethereal, in your early morning glory

"Sungerson, can you write down milk?"

Sunghoon's face contorted immediately.

pardon....

WHO???

sunghoon couldn't tell if he was appalled because you just called him the WRONG NAME or because 'sungerson' is actually such a ridiculous name

WHO IS SUNGERSON THAT'S SO STUPID OMG

wait a minute....

sunghoon's heard horror stories like this before

where if your significant other accidentally calls you by another name, it's a sign that they're seeing someone else

"Oh, and can you add canola oil to the list?" you asked, not really checking to see if he was writing it down due to your trust in him. But when you didn't hear any pen scribbles, you turned over your shoulder. "Sunghoon?"

see?

you called him sunghoon just then

and this entire morning you'd called him sunghoon

but then you call him a different name out of no where and act like nothing happened

you weren't seeing someone else... right?

like...... you wouldn't do that to him

the way you acted like nothing happened made sunghoon think that you probably didn't notice your slip-up

"Sungerson?"

You looked confused, your brows furrowing. "What?"

Sunghoon looked up to meet your gaze. "You called me Sungerson. Who is that?"

"Oh." You shrugged. "It's just one of those dumb nicknames that I make up for people."

"Okay."

that made sense

completely

he shouldn't have doubted you

"Sunghoon, what are you pouting about?"

okay, so maybe the thought of you with someone else made him upset

even if you weren't

and reassured him that you weren't

You huffed, shutting the fridge door before coming over to wear Sunghoon sat at the kitchen table. You grabbed his head, leaning down to give his forehead a kiss.

Sunghoon whined, taking your arm as you pulled away from him. He leaned back in his seat, patting his lap for you to sit. When you did, Sunghoon immediately pushed his face into the crook of your neck, whining again.

"What is it, you big baby?"

"You're mine, right?"

You blinked. It wasn't every day that Sunghoon was clingy like this.

You chuckled, flicking his forehead.

"Of course," you said.

"Okay," Sunghoon let his eyelids fall shut, taking a deep breath before sinking into your warmth. "That's good."

[aquasoftware]

NINE INCH NAILS…!!

Synopsis: Satoru is gentle with you until you bruise his ego.

CW: Choking, pwp, masochism, scratching, established relationship, reader has acrylics, imagined in missionary, teasing, big dick gojo ofc, profanity, Reader’s nails isn’t actually 9 inches title is just dramatic 😟, etc/MDNI.

FT: Drabble.

WC: 424 || Paring : Gojo x F!Reader || M.L

Satoru never minded women who adored wearing long nails; he'd still offered to pay for it either way because whatever you wanted, you'd get. Sometimes he could almost read your mind about what you wanted, but that special tool in his brain only unlocked when you had intense mood swings during your period.

The only problem with long nails was that they hurt, especially with the spot you both were in right now. Your legs were around his waist, wrapping him in as if he were getting sucked into a black hole, while your velvet walls possessively clutched onto his brutal girth, which forced your fat, drooling pussy lips to spread open.

Your poor g-spot was being bullied by your boyfriend's peach-pink mushroom tip, only causing mewls to ooze out of your mouth as your fingers clawed his back; pretty colored acrylics sunk into his easily bruised skin, triggering Satoru to immediately shut his eyes, hissing at the slight pain.

"I—I'm so... sorry, am I hurting you?" You hiccuped, apologizing in between breaths as the creaky headboard bounced against the wall from how much your little hole was being smashed.

"Don't apologize, m' fine, baby." He replied, cheeks painted a rose pink, letting out a shaky, tremendous exhale, trying his absolute hardest attempt not to lose composure over something that hurt so good.

"Mhmm, you're not fine," You rolled your eyes, except you couldn't tell whether it was from the severe pleasure or your man putting up a fake act so abruptly.

Taking this as your chance to tease him since he'd never admit it anyways, immediately the words that were asking to fucked rough were spat out "The strongest, but can't handle a little acrylics?" A smirk was spread wide across your face, waiting for his response.

Not only were you slightly hurting his back, but his massive ego too?

Satoru paused at rearranging your guts for a moment, furrowing his white, thin brows processing the sentence that was thrown at him.

"Oh, I most definitely can handle it; you can't even handle me.” His smug smile sat well rested on his face, while his hand caressed your throat. However, the other one that wasn't busy made your legs go over his broad shoulders straight, breeding your thirsty cunt far deep.

"Oooh, f—fuck, 'toru I was... I—I'm just playing." Your voice whined at him as if to plead for mercy on your poor pussy. It was too late though, you were in for a limitless amount of rounds.

8/17/24 1:09 am

repost bc tumblr is a bitch + reblog for clear skin

[mrsparrasblog]

POLY 141 if they are not the father

Pregnant reader. if they are not the Dad

Price: He knew it shouldn't have disappointed him, but when the boy who looked exactly like Kyle glanced at him, all the thoughts that he couldn't give this to you came rushing back. He felt like half a man because of his infertility, not good enough for such a perfect woman like you. Nonetheless, he stayed by your side, holding your hand, wiping the sweat from your face. "You did so well, lovely." When he returned home, the first thing he did was sit on the porch with a cigarette, crying. Despite Simon's pleas for you to stay in bed, you walked to John, sat on his lap, and told him that you love him and that he is as much a father as the others.

Gaz: As soon as the baby, looking exactly like Simon, was born, he knew. He tried not to appear disappointed; it was okay, there would be many more chances, right? So, he took great pride in caring for you, trying to be the best partner of all of them. You only noticed his disappointment when your doctor cleared you again for the "fun stuff," and he was the first to scoop you up, moving slowly not to hurt you but still going deep, lifting your legs with his hands. "Can't let one drop go to waste, babe," he said before fucking your poor and happy cunny every day until you carried his baby.

Johnny: When that baby, who looked like a literal bear with blue eyes, was born, everyone assumed it was Johnny's. He was so happy and proud of his MacTavish genes. You still did a paternity test, as always, and the look on Johnny's face when he found out John was the father was the most heartbreaking thing you had ever witnessed. He wasn't even able to grieve; everyone was so happy about the miracle that Price could have kids that they forgot how it felt for him that the child he called his all the time was not his. That day, you cuddled up to him. "You know you're as much the Dad as Price."

"I know, Bonnie, but it still hurts." The hurt was forgotten after Johnny and his MacTavish genes impregnated you three times.

Ghost: He was happy, or at least he told everyone so. "I'm more of an uncle type anyway," he'd say. He was too big and brutish to be a dad, or so he told himself repeatedly. You didn't notice his grief until one day you overheard him talking to Riley. "I don't deserve to be a dad; I can't get anything great in my life except Y/N." You reassured him all the time that he would be the perfect dad. Much to his surprise, he became the perfect dad and gifted you two beautiful girls.

Girl Dad Simon >>>>>>>>>>

[ma1dita]

🐥 okay but how about a lil something based off of lyrics from 18 by Anarbor

So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them

Show them you're all grown up

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby then you're in luck

And I know it's just a phase

You're not in love with me

You wanna piss off your parents, baby

Piss off your parents

That's alright with me

dionysus!reader just turned 18 and is proving to her dad that she's all grown up but D won't listen cuz she's the only girl child he has so she dates the golden boy of camp, Luke Castellan to piss off her dad which he doesn't approve bcs well, he's his father's son

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: yall know i love a dionysus!reader. in a world where rick didn't write children's books, luke castellan would've had tattoos and definitely fucked. anyways suggestive content ahead!!

wc: 692

You were only going to date Luke Castellan to prove a point.

You’re 18 now, and it’s about time that daddy dearest takes you seriously. Being Dionysus’ only daughter meant that you were essentially kept under lock and key, and it was so unfair in the grand scheme of things—there’s inhibitions inside you that beg to be set free… It’s not your fault. Might as well hit him where it hurts—so you went for the bane of Mr. D’s godly existence, also known as Luke Castellan.

It’s not your fault that your dad’s temper drove you to the doorstep of Cabin 11, twirling your hair between your fingers as you waited to see their cabin counselor. He sauntered over to the door with a half-grin on his face, slinging his arm to lean against the doorframe as he hovers over you. It’s not often that Camp Half-Blood’s princess comes asking for a favor. You always get what you want, even without asking, so it was a surprise to hear you give him the proposition of being in a fake relationship.

Truthfully, there was nothing in it for him. He’s a nice guy, and Luke just loves to piss your dad off. To outsiders, there was nothing that made more sense than Mr. D’s little girl dating the camp hero–Luke’s hand gripping your waist like it’s a vice and you pressing kisses onto his jaw and neck unlike the innocent girl everyone thought you were. Holding hands in public, sucking face at the bonfire, playing house with the campers—it was all part of a show that everyone adored, all except for Mr. D.

Your dad saw straight through it—hating that you had to pick a son of Hermes, hating the reality of his daughter entangling herself with the older boy who’s innate nature is to trick and deceive and penetrate through the many defenses your father set to protect you. It’s his fault for raising you to make everyone eat out of the palm of your hand. You always get what you want, and even daddy’s little princess isn’t safe from the wiles of that scar-faced sucker. It was a losing battle, even for the god of insanity—poor guy pulling at his graying hair at the conduct report Chiron put on his desk a few weeks later. 

Getting caught in the stables with Luke’s hand up your skirt and your soft hands grazing the tattoos along his torso wasn’t necessarily part of the plan. The two of you were moving hay bales for the pegasi and it was hard work (that you made Luke do as you sat pretty on an overturned bucket). He was glistening with sweat, lifting his shirt to wipe his mouth—revealing the cascading tattoos along his ribcage and infiltrating your mind with other things he could put his mouth to if he wanted. 

Who are we kidding—you want Luke Castellan, and you’ll be damned if you don’t have him right now.

All it took was scrunching up the hem of your denim skirt over your crossed legs and smiling at him in the sunlight and he was on you—twisting and writhing in hay as you kissed like your lives depended on it, even without an audience. The grins on both your faces signaled that neither of you cared, him grabbing the plush of your ass and you raking your nails up the back of his neck. Luke presses kisses into your collarbone, whispering things your dad would smite him for, but to you, it was like he was putting in the password to your untapped thirst. Ecstasy was about to unfurl with how his fingers played with the band of your underwear, tiny noises and nods letting him know he was doing everything right. It’s not your fault, really—you just want to prove a point!

But then the both of you were caught red-handed by a satyr, lips kiss-swollen and giggling at how he unraveled you so quickly. A conduct report was filed, but it didn’t stop Luke from finding new ways to unlock your deepest desires.

Besides, picking at locks is part of Luke’s expertise, among other things.

[grapejuicebrat]

“Little dark age”

PAIRING: dark!rafe cameron x reader

SYNOPSIS: just know that if you hide it doesn’t go away.

SUMMARY: from the very beginning your relationship with rafe were perfect. You went on a dates, called each other multiple times just because. After a perfect month everything changed. He called you because he wanted to know where you are. At the end of the day he is worried about you. He stalked you just to know that you are safe. At the end of the day he is worried about you. He beat the shit out of a random guy who just helped you on the street because this guy could be a maniac. At the end of the day rafe was worried about you. You fell into a golden cage but at the end of the day rafe knew better. He is just worried about you.

WARNINGS: rafe cameron, a little bit of smut, angst, toxic and abusive relationship, swearing, kissing, mentions of blood, mentions of death, reader being a mouse and rafe being a cat:)

NOTES: what can i say the effect of rafe cameron and s4 of outer banks. be nice english isn’t my first language. inspiration:

WORD COUNT: 772

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“Rafey, you don’t mean that, right?” you were about to start crying. Your eyes are full of tears, voice is shaking. He can’t do this. He can’t stop you from meeting your friends. You knew them for more than 10 years. if you don't have them, with whom will you have to share your thoughts and fears? Rafe is too busy for this shit. He needs to earn money, he doesn’t have time for your stupid thoughts.

“Stop with this fucking shit. I already told you you don’t need them anyway. You have me.” Rafe thinks that you are too fucking stupid if you think that you can change his mind. he has already decided that you will be better off without these pogues who are preventing you from making the right decisions. they decided to turn you against him. what kind of shit they are. you can't survive without him, he knows that. you are not adapted to a poor life, you are used to living in gold and money.

“But Rafey, they are my friends. I don’t have anybody except them” you want to say something else but you were interrupted by Rafe. He just slapped you. You feel your cheek burning and tears begin to flow. Yeah, he shouted at you before, but never hit you. Not until today. There was silence in the room. You look at him with wide eyes, not believing what he just did. “You hit me.”

“Cause you don’t fucking understand. God, i can’t remember that you were that fucking stupid when we first started dating. What the fuck, doll. Use your fucking brain. I’m just really worried about you. I want to be sure that you are always safe, you are always with me” he speaks quickly, not allowing you to say anything in response. actively gestures with his hands, showing that he really cares. Rafe takes your face in his hands and squeezes your cheeks tightly with his palms. You wince, one cheek still hurts from the blow, but you remain silent. You want to hear what else he has to say. You want to believe that he cares about you.

“Baby…fuck. I don’t like to hurt you, you know? But i can’t just pretend that you are good when you are acting bad. My word is the last, i’m the man. I am working like a damn dog so you could have a roof over your head and what are your responsibilities? prepare dinner and open your legs when I ask? Is that too hard? If you can’t do this, maybe i should break up with you and find a girlfriend who will respect me.” Rafe sighed, pretending to be disappointed. obviously he wanted you to feel guilty towards him.

It’s your fault that he beat the guy until he bled, you shouldn’t have agreed to his offer of help. It's your fault that that guy died in the hospital. It's your fault that Rafe was sent to prison for a couple of weeks. It's your fault that Rafe is disappointed in you now. after all, you're acting like a bad girlfriend who doesn't respect him.

“Maybe you’re right” you finally said in a quiet voice. Rafe stopped and looked at you carefully.

“What was that?”

“I said maybe you’re right” you repeated looking into his eyes. “maybe you should find a new girl who will respect you and humiliate herself for you?”

“That was the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard” Rafe laughs as he comes closer to you. “You don’t seem to understand. even if I find a new girl, I will also take care of you, keep an eye on you. You will always be mine. Wherever you are, whoever you are with. Always. Mine. In fact, you won't be with anyone. Because it's all mine.” He looks at you like a hungry animal. He runs his fingers along your cheek, down to your neck and lower. He squeezes your breasts tightly with his hand, the other going down to your stomach and to the butt. you stand motionless. you almost can’t breathe because you’re afraid of doing something wrong. You are afraid of Rafe.

“You are so good for me right now. My good girl” he praises you, slowly starting to kiss your neck. He teases you, grinning like a devil. Suddenly he leans away, taking your face in his hands. “I will never let you go, doll. I’m your endgame.”

And he kisses you. Sharp, painful and powerful. so you understand that he is not joking. he will truly never let you go. He is your endgame.

[soap-ify]

soap x fem! reader

soap acts mean with you after he caught you humping your teddy while he was out

wc 1.6k

cw degradation, spanking, p in v, pussy slaps, implied dacryphilia ??, orgasm denial, basically johnny being a meanie who loves mocking your voice (neil reference!!)

notes guys i only uses like little scottish vocab because i'm SCARED to try and write a scottish accent, buy i will surely do it in the future !! just don't wanna butcher it right now.

18+ under cut, mdni.

"johnny! please, i'm so close!"

johnny's voice rang in the bedroom, laced with mockery while he purposely tried to make it high-pitched enough to mimic your voice. a wolfish grin adorned his lips as he watched you struggle on top of your teddy pink, your hips twitching and grinding clumsily, you being bare except that shirt you were wearing — which you had seemingly borrowed from him.

"f-fuck you..." you would sob out, your voice nothing but sweet despite the frustration lingering on it.

it all had started off when johnny had caught you humping on your teddy like the needy little thing you are, loud moans leaving your lips. he had just came back home from buying some groceries, and you just couldn't control your needs for a few hours, could you?

you were an embarrassed mess once you had spotted him from the corner of your eyes as he stood at the door of your shared bedroom, his royal blue eyes watching you in amusement. you were quick to hop off your teddy and cover your botton half with a blanket, cheeks all pink whilst excuses and babbles left your lips. "sorry, johnny... didn't mean to! got so needy i just..." you whined in embarrassment, all frustrated and needy from not reaching your climax, yet somewhat ashamed at the same time for being caught.

"tch, such a naughty lil' lass you are." he clicked his tongue and folded his arms, feigning betrayal as a frustrated pout adorned his lips. "havin' fun all without me?" he grumbled under his breath, taking heavy long steps towards the bed, his eyes darkening up a bit.

"go on. why did ya stop, bonnie? don't want me watchin' you?"

that's how you found yourself back on your cute big teddy, arms slung around the big head as you tried to steady yourself, tired legs trembling whilst your wet, aching cunt rubbed against the teddy's torso, your lips letting out soft whimpers.

"oh, come on. my baby wasn't moaning so quietly earlier." johnny chuckled and playfully delivered a gentle smack on your plush ass, his fingers kneading onto the soft flesh before letting it go, callused hands grabbing your waist and lifting you up your teddy with ease.

he was quick to flip you on your stomach and pin your down on the bed, straddling you from above. "fuckin' naughty lass, can't even fuck the poor teddy properly." he clicked his tongue, feigning frustration as his hands moved from your waist and back to your ass, right hand raising up to deliver a harsh slap that was enough to make you sob and bury your face in the soft plush of the pillows.

"what happened to oh please, johnny! or wanna cum so bad!, eh?" he sneered, using that high pitched voice of his once again. he had this sick habit of always mocking your moans and pleas, loving the way you would hide your face in embarrassment while your eyes would tear. you didn't mind it tho, did you? it was all fun, and in the end, he loved you too much to actually hurt your feelings.

"sorry... just want you so bad, can't think anymore..." you would babble in between your sniffles, head turning back a bit to look at him with those teary eyes of yours that were enough to make him melt internally.

"poor baby." he cooed, leaning down to press soft kisses on the back of your neck, your brain going all mushy at the sudden affection. "can't do it on your own, mmh? only need your johnny's cock, right?" he whispered lovingly, that familiar condescending tone lacing his words, making your hips twitch in his grasp.

you were such a mess right now, your ass stinging from the slaps whilst your cunt was a big wet mess, thighs quivering in need while tears streaked your cheeks, your hands grasping onto your teddy and pulling it next to you so you could cuddle it. "please, johnny..." you sobbed quietly, squirming impatiently beneath his weight.

johnny rolled his eyes, pretending to be exhausted of your pleas as he gripped your waist and flipped you on your back, eliciting a surprised squeek from your lips. "actin' like a bitch in heat." he clicked his tongue, his hand quick to snake down to palm your slippery cunt, his thumb pressing down on your clit. his cock was throbbing in his jeans, aching to be free though he resisted the urge, for now.

his fingers would gently dip into your folds to collect the slick precum, slowly spreading it all over your cunty. he was just filthy like that, loved painting everything in your slick. just as you thought he was going to be gentle and take care of you, his raised his hand to gently slap your needy cunt, causing you to squirm in surprise, thick tears rolling down your cheeks.

"this is what you get for not being good and touching yourself without me, m'eudail." he growled in your ear, royal blue eyes flicking up and down your splayed out body — taking in the sight of your tear-streaked face and messy hair, the shirt - his shirt that you were wearing now all hiked up to reveal your tummy, your spread out legs and your flushed cunt. such a messy thing, all for him.

"s'okay, bonnie. gonna make you feel so good that you will forget 'bout anythin' else that could give you pleasure." he grinned cheekily, hands impatiently undoing his jeans, tugging him down alongside his boxers to reveal his cock — a nice length of 7.5 inches, curved and uncut, and oh fuck was it girthy.

his hands would guide your knees to press up against your chest, your hands immedietly supporting your thighs, cheeks flushed in embarrassment while your whole cunt was in full display. "fuckin' gorgeous." he hissed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your pouty lips before he pulled back and pressed the raging swollen tip of his cock against the entrance of your heat, causing you to gasp and tense up.

"ssh, relax. s'gonna feel so good." he whispered gently, a stark contrast from his earlier mean behavior. he would press kisses on your temple to calm you down, a shy smile forming on your lips as your sniffled, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

"i love you..." you mumbled out softly, your hands holding onto the back of your thighs tight whilst your teddy was still snugged by your side. johnny would slowly slide his cock into your cunt, feeling your walls instantly tightening around his girth. despite his earlier actions of degrading you, he was very gentle when he was pushing himself in, not wanting to cause any wounds. all sweet, just for you.

"i love you too, lass." he grunted out, hands moving from your knees before he pressed both elbows of his above your shoulders, caging you. "fuck... just like that. so perfect f'me..." he groaned into your ear, face nuzzling into your neck while you felt his stubble tickling your sweaty skin. once his cock was all snug cozy inside your warm, comfy cunt, he began to slowly thrust in and out, hips move in an experienced manner. you both were quite the noisy onea, him grunting and groaning in your ears while you were whimpering and moaning in his ears, your eyes fluterring ship whilst your legs were wide spread. this position made his public hair grind against your clit, causing you to twitch in pleasure.

your ass was all red from his earlier smacks, all marked up by him. no damn teddy could make you cum, only him. was he really being fussy over a teddy? yes. but he couldn't help it! you were only his. his eyes would send glares to the teddy besides you before they focused back on your face, watching your brows knit in pure pleasure as his cock hit the spongy spots inside you, slamming against your cervix whilst stretching your cute cunt out — creating a nice mix of pain and pleasure that you just loved.

his pelvis continued to grind against your throbbing clit whilst his cock fastened up its pace, ramming into your cunt. your legs trembled with each deep thrust while he practically fucked your brain out, your leaking cunt tightening around him. "need to cum, please...!" you sobbed out, feeling the familiar knots tightening up in your stomach.

as soon as you were about to reach your orgasm, johnny stilled inside your cunt, slowly pulling out. you whined in surprise, teary eyes widening in disbelief as you saw a familiar mean grin forming on his lips once again, panting softing. "heh, not so fast, bonnie." he breathed out heavily, his hand giving his throbbing cock a few more strokes before thick strings of cum oozed out of his cock, spraying over your tummy and thighs.

you could only stay still and cry softly while your mean boyfriend denied you your orgasm while cumming all over you, a hoarse chuckle leaving his lips.

"bad lasses don't get to cum. now why don't you beg in that cute whiny voice of yours, eh? then i might reconsider."

[lightlycareless]

I remember in one of your posts you mentioned Naoya would like to be woken up with a bj, so do you think he’d also just be into somnophilia in general 🙈

Heya anon!!! Thank you for your ask and patience 🥰💖💖💖 hope you're ready for some smut (and tiny angst) because that's all we getting here.

I won't say much now, just the warnings: NSFW SMUT MINORS DNI. SOMNOPHILIA. naoya is asleep. you decide to try something new. mentions of having a baby. or more like wanting. I always gotta bring this up don't I?

Happy reading!!

You and Naoya have a lot of kinks (or things to try) that eventually come out when the relationship is finally settled; somnophilia is just one of many both wanted to try.

And in a way, it was expected. Because the two are big perverts so fascinated with one another, you couldn’t have enough of him, and he couldn’t have enough of you. There’s really no limit to that desire, always wanting more.

Because Naoya is usually the one with initiative, the dominant one per say, he was probably the first one that made it happen; taking your cunt into his mouth when deep asleep, completely unaware of his tongue deep within your walls until your second release—yet your hazy mind or overstimulated pussy would not be enough to make him stop.

Though of course, there would be exceptions, just like the day Naoya was meant to return home and you weren’t there to receive him.

It’s rare the occasion where Naoya does so and you’re not expecting him, for as soon as he knows the timeframe for his return, you arrange everything accordingly.

However, since you’re not living in the Zen’in estate where his every moved is documented, instead in your shared apartment, some announcements can pass undetected, just like today.

In situations like these you’d normally stay back home for a few more days just to be safe, hoping to catch him walking through the door and welcome him with open arms; it was really important for you to be there, especially after long, tedious days of absence where your poor heart couldn’t take it anymore. It’s only agonizing to be away from the love of your life, after all.

Yet, the dates that he gave you this time around were so vague, that your loneliness suffocated you even more, leading you to decide that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to go out for a bit, either to go shopping or get something to eat, hoping this would alleviate some of that pain—

Cue your surprise when returning to the apartment later that night, welcomed by the sight of Naoya completely passed out on the bed, undoubtedly exhausted from his mission.

To see him relaxed, splayed over the soft sheets in deep slumber, tightens your heart. Warming up your chest with elation for he was finally back home, in your arms, safe and sound, how you’d always dreamed it would be.

Unable to contain your happiness, you quickly make your way to him, carefully laying by his side to not wake him up before kissing his cheek and draping your arm over his chest, resting soon after…

Though that wouldn’t come to be just yet, for the moment your legs unwittingly brushed against his, he seemingly became aware of your presence (or maybe he was dreaming of you) letting out a groan that makes your eyes dart up to him; anxiously wondering at first if he was sick, or worse, injured!

Only to gasp when realizing everything boiled down to tent forming in his pants, a sight that soon made you feel both aroused, yet hesitant as to what to do next.

This was natural, nothing you haven’t seen before—however, it was your first time in total control, and as thrilling as it was, it was also intimidating. After all, the arrangement between your boyfriend and you were simple, if not comfortable: Naoya freely demanded whatever it was that he needed from you, and you happily obliged.

Nonetheless, you’d be lying when saying that this is something you haven’t thought about. For the moment where he’d be able to sit back, relax, while you melted away all his stresses…

So, making up your mind with a smile on your face, you raised you lips against his cheek, giving it a soft kiss before moving up to his ear, doing the same and whispering:

“Let me take care of you, Naoya.”

Setting down a trail of kisses from his ear, down to his cheek, and to his neck, you carefully begin to unbutton his shirt, freeing him from those unnecessary constrains and revealing his toned chest you always loved so much to snuggle against, admiring the way his breath seemed to hitch up to his throat when gently caressing him all the way down to his waistband.

From there, your fingers would settle on his belt, sliding through the edges before unbuckling it. It wasn’t much, but still enough to provide how his cock with some relief given the way it twitched underneath his boxers, almost as if he knew what was coming and grew eager for it.

Bothered, you managed to lower his pants and underwear, just enough for his hardened cock to finally spring into its full length, a display that made your cunt tighten, his impressive size dampening your slit even further—and yet, you knew it could grow much harder than that. A notion that makes you lick your lips, impatient for the next part.

Taking his cock with your hands, you gently give it a kiss on the tip before laying out your tongue on the shaft, begging from the head, swirling around his frenulum which immediately makes him moan, a sign that made you proud, understanding you were doing a god job, moving your attention to the prominent vein on the undersize, perhaps the only other thing that makes Naoya’s cock grow even more sensitive.

You’d continue on like that for a few more minutes, making sure that it’s completely covered in your saliva at the same time you teased his balls, always one to avoid neglection, before proceeding to take his cock into your mouth, slowly taking him inch by inch, deeper and deeper into your throat; unable to control your moans when feeling him twitch, vibrations that made him squirm even more, until you finally took him all the way down to the base— proudly relishing the achievement of something you once thought impossible.

To think that you were once afraid of doing such a thing, even attempted to discard the idea completely…

But you could see it in his desire, how much he longed for the moment you’d wrap your soft lips around his cock and make him cum. Your devotion and need to please him is what took you to do your best, and now, it was only a matter of him asking for you to drop on your knees and let him fuck your throat.

Though your goals were different now; for as tempting as it was to taste his seed, you preferred him somewhere else.

Thus, when feeling him to be completely hard, you peel away from his cock, quietly lamenting the emptiness left behind in your mouth, but not for much, for something better was already on its way.

Removing your own garments, you stood completely naked before him, carefully straddling him so as not to lay all of your weight on him just yet, while taking his cock with your right hand and aligning it against your entrance; whatever slick you failed to place on his member would be complimented by your dampened cunt, result of the countless nights you’ve touched yourself to the thought of him, against his own words.

Yet, that didn’t matter, for deep within you knew that the moment your velvety walls embraced his cock, he’d forgive you—just as it always happened.

So, after rubbing the tip against your slit, cruelly teasing yourself for what’s next, you press it against your hole and take him, letting out a sharp gasp when the familiar, burning sensation of his cock spreading your walls invades you, yet, as agonizing as it was, it only motivated you to push forward, placing all of your weight onto Naoya and taking his cock all the way up to your cervix, where it’s head would nestle comfortably.

The suffocating sensation must’ve made way into his mind, for Naoya lets out a moan when you take him completely, clenching his eyes when you give him a gentle squeeze, making you smile in return.

The endearing sight of his reaction makes your heart flutter, further fueling the desire deep within your core as you tease him with one last squeeze before starting to thrust against him, rapidly raising and lowering your hips, the rubbing motion erupting out another whine from his parted lips, undoubtedly succumbing to your pleasure yet not enough to wake him up—surprisingly so, for you weren’t considering being careful anymore, just thinking about lust.

But as much as you were hypnotized by his reactions, constantly seeking more of them by rolling your hips against him, touching his chest, or even lowering down to kiss him, another part of you feels guilty for interrupting his slumber, seemingly torturing him for your selfish pursuit.

«Oh, he must be so exhausted…» you lament, and the thought of stopping briefly crosses your mind…

Yet, if he didn’t want this, then his cock wouldn’t have been hard in the first place. His body wouldn’t have been so welcoming of your gestures, and most importantly, he wouldn’t have suggested the idea—

Or more like accept it when you brought it up many nights ago, eager for the moment he’d see you try it out—though technically, feel you.

With guilt effectively out of the way, you’d continue jumping above him, thrusting your hips harsher and faster in the desperate search for your and his release: that dizzying sensation of your cunt tightening against his cock as he fills you with his seed, followed by your slick covering his pelvis, while your mind went completely blank, succumbing to lust, drowned in your and his moans.

It wouldn’t take much stimulation after that for your orgasm to being to build up, and once it did, your movements grew sloppier, your moans louder, knees weaker as you eagerly chased for that sweet spot, that one stroke that would make you come undone immediately, and subsequentially, Naoya.

And with one last squeeze on his cock, you came, chanting his name as some kind of mantra while waves of pleasure drowned your senses, squirming yet keeping his twitching cock deep within the same time the thick, burning ropes of his seed filled your walls—it was such an agonizing feeling, your body attempted to move away; but you kept still, firm, taking all of him while your heart fluttered at his reaction, moans letting you know of his satisfaction

You could never get used to this moment, no matter how many times you’ve done it. And in a way, you were glad you hadn’t. You only wished you could imprint it on the back of your mind.

Eventually you’d come down from your daze, back to reality and onto your boyfriend who was now partially awake due to your lascivious efforts, slowly blinking away any remnants of slumber, groaning as he wondered what was going on before letting out a louder moan when the feel of his mid-orgasm filled his senses. Hands instinctively reaching for your hips, keeping you there as he tosses his head back, enjoying the last spurts of his seed before sighing.

“Oh baby, fuck—” he hisses, letting out a chuckle soon after. “You couldn’t wait ‘till I was awake, could you?”

“Welcome home, my love.” You coo, smiling as you lean forward to take his lips into a kiss, which he immediately accepts by pressing his tongue into your mouth. You moan in response, indulging in his touch until air was needed. “Did you rest well?”

“You vixen.” He breathes, cupping your face to peck your lips once more. “I did, definitely after this.”

Your heart skips a beat, overjoyed.

“I’m glad you did.”

“Did you miss me?” Naoya teases, hazy past his orgasm yet still hard; you nod, nuzzling against him.

“Yeah…” you murmur. “You don’t know how much I missed you.”

“Is that so? Because your actions tell me otherwise.” He teases. “I was quite disappointed to come home and not see you here.”

“I didn’t know you were going to come back today…” you pout. “I waited for a few days, it’s not fair that you’d come the one day I didn’t wait!”

“Then I guess you’ll have to make it up to me, princess. I know you don’t think this is enough.”

And while tempting to follow suit without uttering any other word, the vulnerability you always felt after your release soon overrides your senses, and subsequently, your words.

“I was really lonely.” you confess, Naoya’s heart tightens with sadness at your unexpected admission. “I never want you to leave again.”

Always hating seeing you like this, he quickly wraps his arms around you, pulling you down with him onto the bed to engulf you in a tight, loving embrace.

“I know, my love. I know you don’t want that.” Naoya murmurs, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s not think about that now, hm? Instead—”

“You’re going to leave soon anyways, aren’t you?” you interrupt, looking up to him with teary eyes that shatter his heart.

Naoya wishes to take away your pain, have you living a life where all you’d need to worry about is what clothes you’re going to buy next, or where you’d like to eat out next time…

But he knows he can’t, for as long as you’re alone, and he’s a sorcerer, these uncertainties will always plague your mind.

If only it were that easy, if only he could give you one simple solution—

Or make one.

“Let’s have a baby.”

“What?” you breathe, blinking, startled. “Naoya—did you really—”

“Don’t try to deny it; I know you’ve been wanting one, I can see it in your eyes whenever a family passes by.” He says. “It would be good, wouldn’t it? That way, you won’t be alone, and you’ll always have a piece of me with you wherever you go.”

You don’t give his proposal much thought, not when the idea has already been in your mind for a while now, just as he said, so your decision regarding that was already taken.

However, you were never sure if he desired the same future; you supposed not given his career….

But to hear him talk about this topic out loud, as if he were ok with a baby, made your heart soar, happy to know that Naoya was on the same page as you. But before the two got really crazy, there was one thing you still wanted to do.

Luckily, he was more than happy to provide.

“Wouldn’t you like that? A chubby little baby that looks just like you to keep you company?” Naoya asks, wiping away your tears, you smile.

“Or like you.” You take his hand with yours. “…But only once we get married.”

“Then I guess we’re due for a ring.” Naoya smirks, taking your lips into a sweet, loving kiss. A promise made to officially intertwine your life with his, in more ways than one. “But until then, how about we practice getting that baby?”

His hands would then move down to your hips and to your ass, roughly kneading your skin and letting you know his desire for more of your pleasure.

“You’re insatiable.” You pout, letting Naoya guide you into a different position: you underneath while he hovered on top, his rightful place, without much resistance— for as much as you enjoyed this brief moment of dominance, you still preferred how nicely his lips felt against yours, his hands over your breasts, or his reach in places you could never.

“You know you love me.” Naoya laughs, you giggle.

“I do. I love you so much.”

Though you wouldn’t completely scratch off the idea of doing a repeat of this later on, especially if there was a chance you’d be able to see more of his adorable reactions, how easy it was to get him to succumb to your pleasure, putty underneath your hands, something only you had the privilege of achieving as his future wife.

But just as he said, that was to be for another moment, for this was only to be the tip of the iceberg of the many things the two agreed to explore on, and you have much yet to enjoy.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Stickers

Overhaul was a man that made countless lifes a living hell. For being the type of man he is and a yakuza, it was always a piece of cake for him to make even the toughest man around Japan fall on the floor on their knees and literally cry and beg for their life's.

But... he never thought that he could ruin someone's life by... snatching a fork out of his their hand when he was about to poke the outlet or when he took Kaito's out of Pops arms once because the poor elder had to go to the bathroom. And surely he never thought he could make someone cry this hard by just... throwing away a band aid the kid was using for the whole day.

It wasn't even because Kaito got hurt, he just found it cool the drawings on the band air and proclaimed he was wearing it forever... well, until he decided to take off after Kaito had taken a bath.

"What was I suppose to do? Frame it?" Kai asked in sarcasm as you sighed while the kid wailed on the floor about his missing band-aid.

"Kaito baby-" you tried to approach your son but the kid cried harder and scurried over to a corner of the room to just curl up and sob. "Oh God..."

"We can just leave him until he is-" he winced when you elbowed his arm as he glared at you.

For being his wife, you could do things that not even Pops would ever have the courage or patience to with Chisaki Kai. Despite his attitude and personality, Kai deeply cared and loved you and his son on his own way... but Kaito was sure testing his patience those last months.

"There there..." You cooed while going near your son and patting his back until the boy's loud sobs turned into soft hiccups as he crawled on your lap before you stood up with him on your arms "its okay, you can always get a new one."

"But that one was cool..." the little boy whimpered as he sniffed, a trail of snot failing onto your shoulder as your husband grimaced at it and quickly grabbed something to wipe it... even if it had gotten to your shirt already.

"It's was just a band-aid." He muttered, hoping his son had at least a bit of reason in him.

Spoilers, he didn't. Because he is a 3 years old.

"IT WASN'T!" The boy suddenly screamed making you and Kai wince before the kid returned to his sobs as you could only glare at your husband.

Kai only groaned before leaving the room, leaving you with jaw open at his audacity.

After only a few minutes of you trying to calm Kaito down, and a bit annoyed at your husband's intensity towards his own son, you saw the man himself entering the room with a very annoyed expression but holding a notebook you had never saw it in your life.

You arched a eyebrow at him until he just waved at you and made Kaito look up at him, tilting his chubby chin up from where he was hiding in your shoulder.

"There, take this and stop crying over a band-aid." Kai simply took a whole page of the notebook out and mentioned for his son to take it... your eyes widened at it along with your son's.

It was a whole page of untouched and preserved stickers... stickers for a little boy practically.

Kaito's eyes seemed to shine as he awed at it as you slowly put him down. The kid's wobbly lips turned into a big smile and dashed to hug his father's legs as Kai flinched at it but soon pat his son's head before the little boy ran out of the room.

"Where did you even get this? And so quick too?" You muttered in astonishment but soon noticed the tip of his ears turning a faint color of pink.

"... it was.. an old notebook of mine. I liked to keep those and not use them, that one it's probably the only one I had with actual stickers for kids to use." He muttered in embarrassment as you almost cried at how fucking cute this new information of your husband was.

"You're so adorable." You whimpered as your husband growled at you before he winced at the sudden hug and kisses you were giving him now "And such a cute father as well."

"Stop this woman." He growled while looking at everywhere except for you as you kissed his jaw, then cheeks and finally the place where he longed for, his lips.

The kiss was some sorta of innocent, but it brought how much you two bond actually was strong and deep, giving him a warm feeling he could never describe it while in you brought happiness all over your mind... and a bit of warmth down.

"Could never imagine you were this type of kid to keep your stickers." You snickered after you broke the kiss, your hands carrying his scalp and arms wrapped around his neck as he scoffed, yet with his arms wrapped around your waist. "Although I got to ask something Kai..."

He only arched an eyebrow at you, a silent way to tell you to carry on.

"Was it a REALLY good idea to give him a full page of stickers?" You asked a bit in hesitation and soon you saw those usually monotonous golden eyes widening in terror at his own mistake.

"Shit shit SHIT-" He started to freak out as both of you darted out of the room to chase your kid that had a full page PF stickers ready to be glued basically... EVERWHERE.

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You sighed in relief at finding Kaito was only sticking the stickers on Pops as Kai's eye twitched a bit.

The elder looked up at both of you, an arm full of childish stickers on and even one of a car was glued to his right cheek but thankfully far away from his beard.

"The boy wanted to play and I couldn't just say no to those (Y/e) eyes of his." The old man merely chuckled as Kaito mumbled to give him his left hand to stick another one.

"Mama papa it looks like tattoos!" The boy exclaimed while lifting the older man arm up.

You giggled while Kai could only deadpan. The elder suddenly widening his eyes and smiling much like the grinch would until he whispered something onto Kaito's ears.

The kid nodded and soon grabbed the page that was remaining some stickers and went towards Kai, ready to give him one.

"No. Don't you dare." Kai growled but the kid soon started to laugh and run after his father.

You looked at the elder and the man only chuckled.

"You can't give Kai a break, can't you?" You muttered with a shake of your head but still giggling no less.

"No my dear, accept this as a karma for what he did to me when he was younger." The elder cackled.

At the end of the day, Kai had to begrudily let his son glue at least one sticker on him or else he would be throwing a fit of sobs once again.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Sorry if you're neck deep in kiddie headcanons but it's too cute to pass up. Like we already got kings, but I need to see kiddie nobles. Mainly Hades because I'm weak. Making sure little Barbatos doesn't take off all of his clothes and throw them everywhere, having to chase down lil Glasy because he's trying to prank others into fight each other, or running around with scissors. And unintentional hide and seek with Foras because poor baby can't control his invisibility, and you're panicking because you think you lost him but in reality he's with you the entire time...maybe have to put a bell on him to know where he is.

AHHH THIS! I love it so much! The little ones from Hades are so chaotic and completely unintentional (apart from Glasyal, he is very intentional). But I bet Levi is a great father, after all, the whole country treats him like one.

The big brain of yours is truly amazing, from today I'm starting a kindergarten, goodbye romance interests, you are too cute as children- Just look at them!

Gehenna

All the little ones have gathered of their own in the living room, where Satan sits cross-legged in the middle of the fluffy carpet and fights with them. He's dishing out punches one after the other. Strong enough to push the kids away, but not to actually hurt them. You don't think he's ever had so much fun with his nobles! He decreed that he would be the evil king one who kidnapped the Descendant of Solomon, and now you sit on his lap while he fends off the little nobles.

Leraye and Paimon excel at scheming, having the most fun when they manage to hang onto Satan's biceps, and he tries to shake them off. Belial was smarter. He taught Jiyu how to make paper bullets and shot Satan with a slingshot, but all the bullets got stuck in his fluffy hair, so you pulled them out regularly.

Sitri is not so bold. At first, he sat huddled in the corner of the room, covering his ears with his hands. You made an exception for him and took him on your lap. The noise suddenly stops bothering him as he cuddles into your chest and leers smugly at the others. Little smartass.

The kids launching an attack quickly get tired. Only when they were scattered on the couches, snoring loudly, did Astaroth pull Zagan towards you. He put markers in your hands and demanded you to draw (or pet his little snake, as you wish). Of course, you didn't resist them, although instead of using a piece of paper, you started drawing on Satan's cheek. This couldn't end well, right? You were pinned to the floor. Who knows what happened next, because Astaroth covered Zagan's eyes, and Satan immediately threw you over his shoulder and took you to the bedroom. Kids had theit fun, now time for you.

Tartaros

You have never met such sweet and problem-free children in your life. You can take them wherever you want, to the palace, for a walk, shopping, they will always come back to you and won't go crazy like some do. Just shower them with love. Especially Eligos, who would like to stick to you and not move, just purring when you pet him and kiss him. He wrapped himself in all the ribbons he had - you had to help him with that so he wouldn't choke or trip - and now he's running from devil to devil because everyone wants to pet him. He is the total center of attention.

Bimet would love to count money, but he is so small that he doesn't really know how to count, so you have some piggy banks with you. He usually gets lost halfway through, but you managed to convince him that this means they are just bottomless and that he is infinitely rich. At first, he didn't trust you (or rather he looked at you in happy shock, because devils cannot doubt), but since Mammon supported you, he has no questions. Especially since the king gave him a basket in which to collect his own wealth, so he follows Eligos to the devils and demands payment for petting him. 

Valefor is like an older brother who takes care of them, and it is mainly thanks to him that your walk is so peaceful and pleasant. If Eli flies too far, he will bring him back by the hand. If he falls, he will pet him, calm him down and bring you to kiss his scratched leg so that it doesn't hurt. If Bimet loses a gem or two from his basket, he will show him to pick it up. He keeps turning to you and Mammon to make sure you haven't gone too far. When you praised him for being as brave and responsible as his king, he grew happy and took even better care of the boys. Mammon is really proud of them, and you can see it in his smile. You are too.

Hades

You’re left alone when the king is occupied with work. Do you think it won't be easy? You're absolutely right. Of the three in your care, Glasyal is the nicest. And it's not because he wants to, he's just having fun as he follows you around and watches you struggle with the other two.

Even though Foras is invisible, Barbatos also constantly disappears from your sight. Look for windows where he can bask in the sun. Of course, the fewer clothes he wears, the more fun he got. Once you put him in a corset so he couldn't untangle himself, but Glasyal came with scissors. They almost gouged out their eyes. It was only when you put him in Leviathan's clothes that he stopped shedding them so much and instead cuddled up to them.

Foras is a problem because he isn’t. Literally. You can't see him, amen. He doesn't do it on purpose, but he has no control over his power. Will he be scared? Disappears. Sneezes? Disappears. Will he quarrel with Glasyal? Disappears. Glasyal especially liked the third one, and it brought the little pink devil to tears.

You were getting exhausted, but then the nooses around the kids' necks twitched like leashes being pulled by their owner. The father is coming.

"Enough. Be good." He will admonish them, but with a little smile wandering his lips. All the children will crawl towards him with complete adoration. This time they will hang in the air, not on nooses, but one by one having the honor of being held in their father's arms. Just take those scissors from Glasyal, really.

Avisos

Even though you expected this to be the most chaotic experience of your life, it wasn't that bad at all.

One child drops out because he sleeps. Bael, of course. When you picked him up from the desk, he's been sleeping for about four hours now, snoring loudly and nothing can wake him up. And you tried. Especially Amon, who first poked Bael in the cheek and waited for him to react, but when nothing happened, he just curled up next to him, because why not?, and went to sleep together.

You went to the bathroom for a moment and when you came back, Nabe was also lying in a pile. Also dragged to sleep by Amon, as you saw them holding hands. Stolas was the only one left, so you brought him, however, was a bit more reluctant and really wanted to go to Bathin, so you had to convince him. You took three chairs and threw a blanket over them to build him a fort, and in that fort, a nest. Only then did he settle down there contently.

Of course, Amon didn't miss anything, because he's conscious when he sleeps. He got out of bed and crawled to Stolas' nest. It looked (and was!) much more comfy. Stolas first shouted at him and tried to kick him out, but Amon lay there like a log. This little bird finally got tired and fell asleep too. You put all four of them in the fort, climbed in, grabbed a book and let them cuddle.

Beelzebub, who felt that something was wrong and decided to check on you, burst out laughing when he saw you with the kids. You dragged him along as punishment. Of course, he had priority over you. You laid on Beel and the kids clinged to both of you. When he saw them like this, it brought back memories. You'll learn a little about how he met each of the nobles and what his own childhood was like, as he tell stories and pet each child he talks about.

[meowjunjun]

Sub kitty Seonghwa :(

YES DONT even get me started with how kitty coded hwa is.

Contains: fem reader, oral (f receiving), riding, pet play, kitty hybrid sub hwa, some sm, SLIGHT non-con, he’s basically a mildly bratty masochistic pillow prince

• such an obedient baby. Will wait at home all day for you to come home with a pretty collar around his neck and a hard on in his pants :(

• so so needy and clingy….

• expect constant texts when you’re not with him… Goodmorning/goodnight texts, asking about what you’re doing, making sure you’re eating well… alongside a bunch of hearts and emoticons of course

• the second you’re through the door the sweet thing will be all over you. nuzzling into your neck, enjoying your scent while he subconsciously gets hard again from it. it doesn’t help that you’re scratching behind his ears, that’s where he’s sensitive :(

• but can you blame him for getting all desperate? poor baby has been alone all day, waiting for you to come home.. napping in your shared bed and being patient like the good kitty he is, even though he needs you oh so bad

• gets a bit bratty sometimes, but only when he wants a punishment from you. he’s always fairly obedient, but if he’s in the mood for you to rough him up you best bet he’s gonna act up.

• whether it’s bothering you and interrupting your work or touching himself without permission, he knows how to get on your nerves. And good.

• it doesn’t go unnoticed how his ears twitch and face turns red when you raise your voice at him. or how he starts subtly covering his crotch with his hands.

• you know why he does this, but he still gets shy when it actually happens.. what did he expect?

• make sure to hurt him when he acts up, but not too much. poor kitty has a low pain tolerance, even though he loves the feeling so much :(

• dig your nails into his neck/back, gently slap his cute cock, tug on his hair… he loves hearing himself say “no, please stop..”, even though he wants more. Just to egg you on like the brat he can be. He just loves feeding into your sadistic side <3

• can be such a pillow prince sometimes. EXCEPT when it comes to eating you out, god he could spend hours between your legs.

• but besides that…. sorry, you’ll be doing all the work.

• he just loves how warm and tight you feel around him when you ride him, and how soft your hands are when you get him off, can you blame him?

• so bad at eating pussy but in THE hottest way possible. it’s almost like he does it for his own pleasure, just because he gets off on the taste of you. giving kitten licks to your clit, lapping at your hole.. he’s adorable

• LETS OUT THE CUTEST LITTLE MEWLS AND WHINES. he’s js so noisy and doesn’t even realize 😭

[hotsingledragon]

i have another request. PLEASE

miles fucking his silly little pregnant wife who’s just so needy for him and his touch, poor baby is too swollen to even be able to touch herself so he takes care of her n fucks her nice and slow, overstimulates her until she’s squirming and crying underneath him and doesn’t know what she wants because of how bad she has baby brain :(( miles just loves taking care of his little angel

hhhnnnmnnm

UM..!!! hello you’re crazy for this- because eeeeeeep! miles would totally take care of you during this special time in your lives, in any possible way he can! andYES sweet kitty husband occupies 95% of my brain actually-

miles quaritch x pregnant!fem!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, pregnancy, obvs there is sex while pregnant, oral, p in v, sweet baby daddy husband quaritch <3

Q would lay you down on the pillows and take you apart slowly, would kiss across your skin and especially your large bump <3 he’s so gentle because he doesn’t wanna hurt you or the baby!

im theorizing that miles would love eating you out; esp while you’re pregnant. i don’t care what y’all say! he would rest your thighs on his shoulders, leaving wet kisses on the underside of your tummy as he trails towards your clit. then his lips are wrapping around it, paying close attention to nerve in languid swirls and suckles. miles loves bullying his head between your thighs, drawing his tongue in wet shapes over your pussy. and when you burst with a moan, your head jolts to look at him, but your bump conceals everything except his hulking shoulders holding you open

he always makes sure you come at least twice 👍 but if you’re not too sleepy or you’re still aroused then he keeps going, loudly sucking you into his mouth until you’re bucking into his face and coming on his mouth again.

sometimes penetration feels like too much; and that’s okay! Q is happy to relax between your legs and fuck you with his tongue, or his fingers. miles draws it out every single time, slowly working you open with a single fingertip, until he’s eventually curling three of his digits inside your stretched little hole.

but there are also times when you need more more more because all you want is for miles to spend his time fucking you open on his dick, your arousal reaching new heights as your hormones are all jumbled up!

i feel like he’s definitely one to tease while you’re pregnant, always blaming the baby for his touch that’s only flirting across your skin, because he needs to go easy on your sensitive body or something like that. when it’s actually the total opposite- he’s purposely reducing you to a whimpering mess for his own hedonistic pleasure. he wants to see that frustration in your tightly pinched features, wants to hear the edge in your voice as you beg for him.

so when you grab his wrist and look up at him with wet eyelashes, whining about how you need more of him-he’s happy to oblige.

miles is the kind to tease you with the tip until you’re loosening up and taking him easily with how slick you’ve become. he thrives on your frustration, the high pitched whimpers and wiggling hips. you look like an angel, you must be an angel, he thinks. you’re so beautiful, and he’s never felt a passion like this until he met you

and now you’re full with his baby? god, he’s so sick with love! he admires every bit of you and how you’ve changed over the months; you’re softer, and warmer, and so much needier. it makes him fuck you that much harder.

you can’t help it, you’re begging for his cum, begging him to give you another baby.

“aww don’t cry, darlin’, i’ll give you another soon enough, y’gotta be patient for me, alright?” and he’s grinning ear to ear, eyes glowing.

“i’ll give you all the babies you want, honey, we’ll have a little litter of ‘em, hm? you want that?” his thrust are picking up to a pace that has you clawing at his biceps and your voice scratching with need.

“gonna keep you knocked up with my babies, keep my little wife full of my cum all the time,” you’re nodding your head fervently and pleading incoherently. it makes him chuckle and he sends a hand to rub over your clit.

“my sweet little wife, love you so much. so pretty while you’re cryin’ on my dick. i’ll give you those babies one day. jus’ need our little girl to come home first. just a few more weeks,” he grins and kisses you. “but when you’re all better, i’ll give you another baby-and another, and another.” his voice begins to strain breathlessly as he quickly approaches his orgasm

his words have you keening and squeezing around his erection. your moans are downright pornographic, and he knows you’re just seconds away from coming. “fuckin- christ!” miles grinds behind his teeth, “tell me where you want it, right now” he orders you lowly, his brow furrowed in concentration in his effort to keep from coming.

“mm!- inside! miles, please! please come inside of me,” you sob, clenching around him , pleading as you gaze right into his eyes. it sends miles burying into your heat and curling over your body, his forehead knocking into yours. you’re wrapping your arms around him, keeping him close and put your lips to his ear

“please give me another baby, miles,” you cry. your touch pets over his velvety skin before cradling his neck and guiding your lips against his.

it’s like you’re in a bubble that miles has curated just for the two of you. he’s covering your body with his own, echoing your sweet noises with his drawn out groans against your lips. he’s shoving his tongue into your mouth, stuffing you with his cock-it consumes every bit of your mind and body and you’re coming with a loud whine, squeezing around him like a vice and he’s immediately following you over that edge, hips flush with yours as he fills you with his seed

he finishes with a deep rumble from his chest, holding himself up by his forearms to keep from totally crushing you. and miles stays like that, buried inside of you as his dick softens and you both catch your breath

you’ll lay together, his head on your chest and your fingertips tickling his skin. when you tap his back with a small sound, miles will look at you, totally relaxed and a grin starting to stretch his thin lips. he’ll kiss you, long and slow and murmur how much he loves you to distract from his cock pulling out, but the drag of it still leaves you feeling empty.

then miles is climbing out of bed, groaning dramatically before he bounds towards the bathroom. “lemme draw you a bath, hon’,” he says. you’re only half awake, eyes closed and humming noncommittally. you listen to him shuffling, adjusting the knobs on the tub, and the scent of your soap wafts into the bedroom.

the combination is relaxing and has your breaths slowing. eventually you feel miles graze your skin, trailing lightly as to not startle you. then he’s hugging you, taking a long breath through his nose as he nuzzles into your neck. “hmm, y’ready?”

you’re nodding your head, and he’s lifting you like you barely weigh anything. he’s so careful and conscious of how he holds you and safely lowers you into the warmth of the water. then he’s climbing in behind you, and some of the water spills over with his big he is.

it makes you giggle, and he’s immediately wrapping his arms around you. “what’s funny, huh? i’m just a man tryna take care of his very pregnant wife,” but you hear the smile in his voice. you allow yourself to lean into him, head tilting against his chest as he gently rubs your swollen belly.

notes: UMMMM okay wow i took way too long to write this, can you tell i’m in love with him? thank you so much for the request! thank you for trusting me with such a prompt as this- hope enjoy my loves! let me know what i should write next <3

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ TWO AGAINST ONE: PORTGAS D. ACE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Ace makes the mistake of eating one of your pregnant husband's sweets, you, now he needs to somehow earn her forgiveness. However, it seems that in this dispute, your son has already chosen who his favorite father will be."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE READER, FTM READER, TRANS MASC READER, PREGNANT MALE READER, MEN PREGNANT, BIOLOGICAL PREGNANCY, GAY RELATIONSHIP, Reader is a little dramatic, pregnancy dramas, unnamed baby but is a boy, Ace and you are married, Ace is a golden retriever and you're mean to him (just a little), Ace is a perfect dad and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 917

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Wow, more babies! Hahah who would have thought... Okay I wanted to say that it's the last baby story but it's not, At least next time I'll try to post another topic or you'd start to think I'm weird. The post was supposed to be yesterday and it was also supposed to be a late ask, but the ask is 7k words long and I'm having a serious problem translating it, so I'm going to post this other story today so I can have more time, enjoy!

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"Love, honey, my husband, my man, my sweet, forgive me." Your husband, Ace, whimpered beside you as you lay on the reclining sofa, covered in pillows and with a soft blanket over your huge belly. You had an irritated expression and crossed arms, purposely ignoring him and pretending to pay attention to the television.

"I'm not talking to you," you snorted irritably, and if your feet weren't swollen and your legs weren't aching, you would have kicked his ass out of the house.

"I swear, I didn't know it was your chocolate! I thought it was mine... I'm sorry, my love," he was kneeling on the sofa next to you, his hands clasped together begging for forgiveness, and his puppy eyes were so sad that anyone would have accepted his apologies.

Anyone, except you. No, no, you were a pregnant man dealing with a very active baby and hormones so out of whack that you seemed like a ticking time bomb. You definitely wouldn't forgive your husband for eating the last of your chocolate stash. Especially because it was Sunday! The store that sold your favorite, expensive, artisanal chocolate only opened on Tuesdays. You would have to go two days without your chocolate because of your husband's stupidity in not checking who the chocolate belonged to before swallowing it!

Okay, you weren't exactly craving chocolate in the past few days, and that one had been stored for a long time... But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't have eaten it!

"I swear I'll buy the whole store for you to forgive me! Please, don't pout at me like that," he whined again as he lovingly rubbed your arm. Ace hated hurting you, no matter how small the reason. Now that you were pregnant, he tried his best to make you live in paradise, as he was extremely worried when he found out that stress could cause serious complications in pregnancy. Although Marco and Law tried to explain that it had to be an absurd amount of stress, he practically didn't listen and accepted as an absolute truth that even the smallest amount of stress was a deadly risk for you and the baby!

"I hate you," you murmured irritably, and your frustrated pout grew. You didn't like arguing with Ace and usually didn't care so much about something like this, but those damn hormones made you go crazy. One moment you were crying, and the next you were trying to set the house on fire with Ace inside. Then, you would go back to normal as if everything were fine. You could only think that this was Ace's punishment for taking so long to propose to you.

"What can I do to make you forgive me, my king?" he sighed and sat closer to you, kissing your arm and then trying to kiss your cheek, which resulted in you moving away. "You're breaking your poor husband's heart."

"I'll ask for a divorce if you keep annoying me," you said, trying to stay strong, although you were almost giving up on arguing and just getting lost in Ace's warm embrace.

"Ouch... So cruel," he whimpered and carefully laid on your belly, then gently stroked it, giving kisses on the shirt you were wearing. "Come on, little guy, help your old man make peace with your daddy. He'll put me to sleep on the couch if he stays like this," he whimpered, trying to get help from his unborn child.

Before you could reprimand Ace again, a kick was felt by both of you... Your baby had just kicked exactly where Ace's head was, making him startle and jump from the slight blow he received, causing both of you to widen your eyes in shock.

"Our son just kicked me?" he asked, confused and incredulous about the situation.

"Humph, looks like it's two against one now," you smiled triumphantly as you caressed your belly. "Our son is smart, he knows that this daddy here is the only one whose right," you continued teasing Ace, already feeling your mood improve and the anger dissipating.

"This is unfair! The two men in my life are ganging up against me!" he crossed his arms with a pouting expression.

"Think twice before eating my sweets next time," you shrugged. "You heard the baby, today Daddy Ace sleeps on the couch," you laughed, feeling some gentle kicks from your baby, as if he really agreed with you.

"This little rascal will have to deal with me when he's born... Stealing my husband, I was here before you," he muttered childishly as he glared at your belly. "And you, mister grumpy husband, I'm going to squeeze and kiss you until you're forced to forgive me! And if you try to kick me out of our room, I'll cry at the door like a stray dog," Ace made his threat, and before you could disagree, he threw himself on top of you, covering your face with kisses as he hugged you tightly. All you could do was laugh, feeling ticklish from his kisses. You didn't usually get mad at your husband so often, but if it meant having him as a repentant little puppy trying to win your forgiveness through affection and love... Maybe you would start getting mad more often, especially if your son would help you.

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[igotanidea]

Lucky: Dick Grayson x reader

Requested as a part of my 1k celebration : Dick x adoration by @miraculous-panic/@gone-batty-fics

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„Grayson! Stop creeping outside my office like a…. like a creep!” she yelled opening the door to the room and peeking outside, seeing her boyfriend talking to one of the office crew. Honestly, she wanted it to sound different, better, more humorously, but the poor choice of words just made it  a bit unfortunate and she facepalmed herself mentally. Creep like a creep? Great job, Y/N. Great freaking job.

“Hello sunshine.” His gaze landed on her and he grinned that signature smile that made half of the ladies in the office swoon just because they were lucky enough to see it. Y/N however was unimpressed, as she crossed her arms and eyed him warningly. Maybe it was because she had that smile waiting for her home every day, after work.  Or maybe because he was showing off, again. “Mind if I come in?”

“I’d rather you do, Dick. You make it impossible for the ladies to work. Shall I remind you, this is not a circus when you are a star of the show. This is a serious workplace.”

“I know.” he walked through the door, pecking her lips lightly, hand landing on her hip pulling her closer, on display for everyone and the unwanted audience made her blush.

It wasn’t normal for Dick to just swing by in the middle of the day and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand it was nice to see him, on the other, she had reputation to uphold and couldn’t risk getting all sappy all over him. Not here. Even if all she wanted was to place him on her swivel chair, sit on his lap and kiss him breathless, letting his hands roam her body. God! This boy was truly gonna be the death of her.

It only took her a second to get those dirty thoughts out of her head. Since she was the COO of one of the biggest companies in Bludhaven, she learned how to control and conceal her emotions pretty well. No one would even notice that single blush and slightly glassy eyes. No one except Dick. 

“You look a little red, baby. Don’t you think it’s a bit too hot in here? Who would have thought, right? On the 15th floor of the building?” he teased and almost as if he was reading her  mind placed himself on the seat, legs spread wide.

“Richard!” she shrieked and closed the door, appalled by his behavior. “don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“Where else would I be than with my beloved girlfriend? Come on, baby, you work so hard, how about we relax a bit.��

“I’m at work, Grayson. I know you don’t get since you truly are a trust fund baby, but some of us ….”

“Ouch, Y/N. That’s just cruel. Even for you.” he gasped grabbing his chest, faking pain “Right through my heart.”

“ Oh, please….” She rolled her eyes

“You know you got a nice office, baby. Wonder why I never came here before.” He spun around, eyes falling on different elements of the interior. “And what may that be?” something on her desk captured his attention. “A little Nightwing figure! Oh, how cute is that! But something is wrong with this one’s ass.”

“Dick….” She warned, rubbing her forehead “Please…..”

“Hm? What do you need baby?”

“I need you to leave. If my boss comes by and see me talking to you during work hours….”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Dick stood up and came closer to her, one hand back on her hip, the other grabbing her chin lightly and making her look up at him. Damn it, she had heels and he was still so freaking tall in comparison. “Old, good Elle would never hurt you.”

“You know my boss?!” her eyes grew wide, dozens of crazy scenarios running though her head. She was working here for a couple of years now, how was it possible that he never told her he was familiar with company’s CEO.

“Bruce does. Rumor has it they were involved, if you know what I mean. Small world, I guess.  But hey” he raised his hands in defense “you made your way up by yourself, none of us interfered with that. Yes, I know you were thinking that.”

“Let’s just say I believe you. But she’s still my boss and wouldn’t be able to charm her.”

“What are we betting on?” he grinned.  

“Dick, please….”

“I love it when you say it like that.”

“Will you just shut up!” she fumed turning around angrily, to hide the blush that was now creeping all over her face.

“Don’t be mad at me….” He pouted and hugged her from behind, close to his chest.

“Let go off me!” she struggled against his grip, finally breaking free. “Why can’t you understand? I’m at work, I got tone of things to do. And letting my inferiors speculate about what we do behind the closed door and ruining their opinion on me is definitely not one of them!”

“But baby….”

“Stop it, Richard, I’m serious. You act like a freaking child!” she hissed and only the sad look in his eyes made her realize that she might have gone overboard. She sighed deeply trying to calm herself down. “Dick. I promise I’ll be home earlier today. We can spend some time together.”

“Sure.” He nodded flatly “you’re right. I think I just need to go. See you later, Y/N. Hopefully you can live up to your promise and get back before I leave for the night patrol.”

He started walking towards the door, eyes fixed on the floor, passing her without another word or joke or …. Anything.

She should be mad. He came here, throwing innuendos left and right, disturbing her peace, invading her space that was strictly off limit, capturing attention, acting just like Bruce with his playboy attitude, leading her straight towards trouble. Really like a man child. And still believing she would just relent, melt into him in her own office (which she almost did), let him do whatever he wanted. That was a hard no and he deserved that.

So why was it that it made her feel guilty and sad?

“Miss Y/N?” one of her coworkers, who was still a student, peeked inside and the girl quickly raised her gaze, concealing the worry in her eyes with professionalism and composure.

“What is it Leah? Did you bring me the reports I asked for?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Got it right here, right on deadline. But….can I ask you something personal?”

“Sure, go ahead, feel free to” Y/N scoffed and threw her hands into the air  “you’re just another person I have to remind today what it means to be at work.”

“Um…” Leah hesitated, sensing Y/N’s irritation and sarcasm dripping  from her tone, but the curiosity was too big to contain it “how…. How is it to be with Mr.Grayson?”

“What?” Y/N was definitely taken by surprise by the question

“Please, forgive me, but he is just so handsome and cute and perfect in every way.”

“Perfect?”

“Yes….” Leah’s gaze became a bit blurry  and Y/N didn’t like that at all. “Every time he comes by…..”

“What do you mean every time?! How many times before did it happen?! And why no one told me about it?”

“He asked us not to.” Leah squealed “he said he just needed to see you even from the distance. He said you had that spark in your eyes when you work, that irresistible glow and your energy is so alluring….”

“He said that outloud?!” oh, she was definitely going to kill her boyfriend. But it was just so …. cute….

“Mhm.”

“what else did he do?”

“He’s just so thoughtful and caring and gentle. He always ask me about my mother’s health….”

“Your mum’s sick?” Y/N eyes grew wide

“She’s diabetic….”

“I’m sorry Leah. Truly.”

“It’s fine. We’re holding on. But he’s just interested you know. Not only with me. Mr. Grayson also helped Sarah when she got in trouble with her boyfriend, Tom. Apparently that bastard was beating her up.”

“What?”

“Yeah. And you know, your guy just seems so different than any other I know. And he truly loves you, his every word, every glance she threw your direction when you didn’t know was just speaking for itself. …..And…

“What else?” Y/N gaze softened a bit upon looking at the young girl in front of her “come on, you’ve already said so much, might as well finish. Not a word you say will leave this office.”

“Um…. Jane and Carol were wondering whether he takes care of you …. In the bedroom, you know….” her voice broke  “God! I’m so sorry, Ms. Y/L/N. I never should have said that. I’m just …. I don’t have any good experience with boys and I have no one to talk to about it and I’m just scared I will end up like Sarah and I don’t want that so I just….”

“Leah, Leah, hey….” Y/N grabbed her hand, worried about Leah’s mental state. “It’s all right. Calm down. I can’t say I appreciate you girls having such thoughts, but I get why you feel like that. You’re still young.  Don’t pressure yourself. There are good men in the world. And there's the one that would treat you right. You will just know that.”

“Thanks….”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this and if you repeat it to anyone I will deny, but I like you, Leah. You…. you can come talk to me, I want you to know. You’re like one of the very few truly good people in this world and I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll help you when you need, just …. Let’s keep it all professional, you are still my subordinate after all”

“Thank you, Miss Y/L/N! thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ve always looked up to you, since my first day. “ Leah jumped in joy and excitement “And  you are truly lucky, miss Y/N. It’s hard to find someone like that

“Yeah….” Y/N repeated, the wheels in her mind turning. “I am. I am lucky.” Sudden realization hit her “I am lucky.” She stood up from her chair. “Leah?”

“Yes?”

“Get me HR on the phone.”

“Why?”

“I’m taking the rest of the day off. Some personal matters just came out. I need to take care of them immediately. Also…” she cleared her throat and fixed her jacket “I expect all of the statements and report I assigned to Sarah, Jane and Carol on my desk tomorrow morning. That should keep them busy enough to not talk about the matters they should not ever been interested in.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Miss Y/N?”

“Indeed, Leah.” Y/N smiled at the younger girl.

***

“Dick?” she entered their shared apartment, throwing the bag onto the floor, discarding her shoes, almost tripping over her own legs and running into the living room. Thank god, he was there, splayed on the couch, mindlessly flipping through his iPhone.

“Y/N? Why are you home? What happened? Are you hurt, baby?” he stood up immediately, his first instinct upon seeing her was helping, taking care, making whatever was going on better.

“Oh, Dick” she sobbed and rushed towards him, jumping into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, hands around his neck, bringing his face down to kiss him with everything she had in her.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why the sudden affection?” he grinned pulling away for air, even if she almost didn’t let him.

“I’m so sorry, baby” she sobbed in his arms “I’m so sorry….”

“For what?” Dick held her tighter, making sure she would not slip from his grip.

“I was so unfair to you. I was, well, in the lack of a better word, a bitch. I got so used to having you for myself I completely forgot that you are a treasure. And, as much as it pains me to say it, I had to be externally reminded of it. God, Dick, I love you, I love you, I love you so much. ….” She repeated frantically, kissing all over his face, on every place she could reach.

“Y/N, baby!” he laughed, enjoying and welcoming that sudden affection he didn’t get in a while “Baby, stop for a moment!” he cupped her cheek, his blue eyes meeting her e/c orbs and all that adoration he saw in them made him melt. “Let me tell you something. It’s important.”

“What….?” she shivered, fearing what words may come out of his mouth. Was he angry at her?

“I love you too. So much.” He pressed his lips onto her, dissipating all her worries. “How long do I have you?”

“I took the rest of the day off…” she trailed but Dick did not let her finish, when he threw her onto the bed.

“Let me make it worth your while.” He grinned leaning over her body.  

[koiiiji]

So when you get the chance 👉🏼👈🏼 Olly, vin jin, self loathing/heat mode Daniel’s reactions to a strong fem reader that fights well and is very witty and seems angry a lot. With smut if ur down?? I was thinking of different ways she’d meet the characters like, Vin Jin’s would be at school and the reader is sick of him bullying Duke so she tells him to fight her, Olly’s I feel like would be the reader is in a different crew and he was pissing her off so it escalated to a fight… SL Daniel too? To fight him from another crew? Despite knowing all these men are way too strong for their own good like—

YES VIN DEFINITELY FITS FOR THIS SCENARIO!!

author’s note ; i feel olly too but what’s the point if bro doesn’t feel anything? but let’s imagine that we are fucking magicians and olly was possible to feel ✨little something✨. and sorry, i didn’t include danny, i just can’t imagine him messing with girls, he is baby and total patootie😭🫶🏻

author’s note 2 ; OMG SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG TO RESPONSE

tw ; f!body reader, suggestive, fighting, AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw part w/ olly

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

vin jin

The bell rang, signaling the end of another monotonous school day. The hallways were bustling with students, each minding their own business, except for a few who were engrossed in a particular scene. In the center of the commotion stood Vin Jin, his trademark sunglasses glinting under the fluorescent lights as he cornered Duke. The boy, known for his rap skills, was visibly uncomfortable.

"You call that rap? My grandma could spit better bars," - Vin taunted, his voice full of mockery as he held up a notepad with lyrics for new songs. Duke, trying to muster some courage, opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a sharp, female voice.

"Leave him alone, Vin."

It wasn’t that you was protector of every weak ones, but seeing and hearing that coward Vin Jin mercilessly attacked Duke, that poor guy, was miserable, to say less. You, and actually everyone who have eyes could say that this pathetic asshole is just trying to establish himself at Duke’s expense. Plus he was loud, he interrupted you from studying, so teaching him little lesson won’t hurt your next lecture preparation, right?

"What the fuck do you want from me, woman?" - Vin turned to face you, a smirk playing on his lips. You stepped closer, eyes locked onto his. "You know, i'm sick of you bullying Duke. If you want to prove how strong you are, why don't you fight someone who can actually fight back?" - a murmur of excitement rippled through the crowd. Vin's smirk widened. "You think you can take me on?" Without waiting for a response, you dropped your backpack to the ground and squared your shoulders. "Let's find out."

Vin chuckled, rolling his shoulders. "I don't fight girls, sweetheart. But I'll play along." He extended his fist towards you, feigning nonchalance. "Rule number one, usually, guys start with a pun-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed his fist, twisting it with precision and force. In one swift motion, you yanked him forward, using his momentum against him. The moment before his body met the floor, you wrapped your legs around his neck, and completing the grip, slammed his head harder into the floor. With agility and strength, you rolled, twisting his arm, pinning him to the floor. Before he could react, you wrapped your thighs around his neck harder, locking him in a tight scissor hold.

Vin struggled, trying to break free, but you tightened your grip, the muscles in your legs flexing as you held him down. His face was inches from your crotch, his breath coming in short and hot gasps.

"Rule number two, fuck your 'guys usually start' " - you taunted, tightening your hold slightly. Vin gritted his teeth, his face flushed with both effort and embarrassment. "Get off of me!" He puffed with an anger.

You leaned in closer smirking, lowering your voice and whispering in playful manere. "Not until you promise to leave Duke alone."

Vin's eyes narrowed, pride didn't allow him to give up so easily, but the same pride reminded him that some girl threw him to the floor, twisted him in front of the whole class, and even dared to set her own conditions. For Vin, this was a real blow to his enormously inflated ego.

"Fine, fine... I promise. Now get off of me, bitch" - all flushed he hissed into your thighs. You released him, rolling away and standing up. When you was about to leave the class you turned to Duke - "you heard him, he won't touch you anymore."

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

That evening, the school was empty, the silence almost eerie. You were alone in the gym, practicing your moves, when the door creaked open. You turned to see Vin leaning against the doorframe, his sunglasses gone, revealing his intense gaze.

"Couldn't stay away, huh?" you teased, not missing a beat. Vin walked towards you, his expression serious. "I intend on gaining revenge on you"

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, studying him. "Listen, I was just protecting that guy. I said then, I will say now - if you want to prove how strong you are, find an opponent to match you, and to establish yourself at the expense of the weak… well, this is not just stupid, but disgusting." You sighed, turning away from Vin and intending to leave the ring. "Besides, you already lost to me, did you really enjoyed being caught by a girl that much?” You smiled to yourself.

A strong grip grabbed your elbow, sharply and roughly yanking you back, turning you towards your interlocutor. Vin stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "Now, I want to see just how strong you really are." The air between you crackled with tension. You took a step back, but he followed, closing the distance.

Who does this bastard think he is? Fueled by adrenaline and anger, you delivered a series of sharp blows to his chest with your foot, each one eliciting a grunt from Vin. Your final strike aimed directly at his crotch, but he was quicker than you anticipated. With a swift, powerful motion, he countered with a direct blow to your side, sending you sprawling.

Ignoring the pain, you jumped to your feet, determination blazing in your eyes. You darted behind him, your hands finding purchase on his powerful shoulders. Deftly dodging his grasp, you swung both legs over his neck, crossing them at the back of his head. Your body twisted gracefully, almost cradling his face between your thighs.

You hadn't expected Vin to be so resilient. Despite your hold, he remained on his feet, his strength undeniable. He gripped your waist with surprising force, his defiance infuriating.

Such impudence even took your breath away. With both hands raised, you brought your elbows down hard on his head, striking repeatedly. Each blow was meant to weaken his resolve, but Vin's endurance was formidable. With a swift, desperate maneuver, he spun 90 degrees, knocking both of you to the ground. The impact jarred you, the air rushing from your lungs as your back hit the floor. Vin, though still trapped between your thighs, managed to clasp his hands around your neck, his grip firm but not cruel.

"Give up," he croaked, his voice strained yet determined.

You met his gaze with fiery defiance and squished his neck harder with your thighs. "Only after you, overgrown gremlin," you hissed furiously. Without taking your angry glances off each other, none of you intended to let go first.

When suddenly the Vin's grip weakened.

Before you could react, he pulled you into a kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a fierce urgency. The unexpected intensity of the kiss caught you off guard, but you responded with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair. The kiss deepened, filled with a passion neither of you had expected.

And yet, not wanting to lose, you took advantage of the moment, and moving your legs to his sides and pretending to hug his shoulders, you rolled both of you, so that you were now sitting on top.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, eyes locked in a silent understanding. "Looks like the fight is over," - you whispered, your voice a mix of challenge and desire.

Vin smirked, his hands slipping to your waist. "No, it's just beginning."

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

olly wang

Olly had a reputation for getting under people’s skin. As the head of his gang, he knew how to push buttons and provoke reactions. Today was no different.

His laughter echoes down the narrow alleyway as he approaches, his eyes glaming with mischief. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Not happy to see me?" he taunts, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You clench your fists, your gaze unwavering. "You never know when to shut up, do you, Olly?" His grinning widens. "That's what makes this fun."

Without another word, you lunge at him, your movements fluid and precise. Olly is ready, deflecting your initial strikes with practiced ease. Your fight is a dance of aggression and skill, each move calculated, each strike intended to maim.

He dodges your right hook, countering with a jab to your ribs. You grunt but don’t back down, spinning on your heel to deliver a devastating roundhouse kick. Your massive heel connects with his jaw, sending him staggering. Sometimes there were advantages to coming to the showdown after the club. Without giving him time to come to his senses, you grab him by the dreadlocks, pulling his head down and delivering a knee strike right in the face. Without wasting a second, immediately going behind his back and stretching the wire, throwing it over Olly’s neck, starting to choke him.

He struggles, his vision blurring as he claws at the wire. With a roar of desperation, he slams you into the nearest wall, knocking the breath out of you and forcing you to release your grip. He throws you to the ground, your body hitting a nearby car with a sickening thud. Gasping for air, you lie on the ground, struggling to regain your breath. Olly approaches, his steps deliberate, his eyes dark with intent. He looms over you, ready to deliver the final blow. Just as he raises his fist, you grab a piece of reinforcement from the ground, swinging it with all your might.

The metal connects with Olly's head, and his world explodes into stars. He staggers, his vision swimming, but manages to stay on his feet, adrenaline pushing him forward. He shakes his head, trying to clear his vision as you charge at him again.

Your fight continues, more brutal and desperate than before. You move with the precision and power of a trained fighter, your strikes hard and relentless. Olly is no slouch either, his movements fluid as he counters your attacks. You circle each other, exchanging blows, neither willing to back down.

“What’s the matter, Olly? Can’t handle a woman who fights back?” - you taunt, your breath coming in quick bursts as you pause for a moment.

Olly wipes a trickle of blood from his lip, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pain and admiration. “You’re good, I’ll give you that. But I’m not done yet.”

You clash again, the sound of your struggle echoing through the deserted street. But as the fight wears on, something changes. The anger and aggression begin to morph into something else. The adrenaline coursing through your veins, the intensity of your movements - it all seems to ignite a different kind of fire.

You swing at Olly, but he catches your wrist, pulling you close. Your faces are inches apart, both of you breathing hard. The electricity between you is palpable.

“Is this what you wanted?” Olly murmurs, his voice low and rough.

Your eyes flicker with surprise. Without warning, Olly closes the distance, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. You hesitate for a split second before responding, your hands tangling in his hair as you kiss him back with equal fervor. The fight forgotten, you are consumed by a different kind of battle, one driven by lust and need.

Olly’s hands roam over your body, feeling the strength and heat beneath your clothes. He pushes you against the wall, your kisses growing more urgent. You moan softly, your nails digging into his shoulders as you pull him closer.

“Olly,” - you breathe, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. “This doesn’t change anything between our gangs.”

“Maybe not,” - he replies, his voice thick with desire. “But right now, it’s just you and me.”

You make quick work of your clothes, the urgency of your need overriding any thoughts of rivalry or conflict. Olly’s hands explore every inch of your body, memorizing the feel of your skin, the way you respond to his touch. You are equally aggressive, your touch leaving marks on his back as you guide him to where you want him.

When Olly finally enters you, it is with a growl of satisfaction. You gasp, your legs wrapping around his waist as he thrusts into you with a powerful, steady rhythm. Your movements are frantic, driven by the intensity of your emotions and the thrill of your unexpected connection.

“Fuck, (y/n),” - Olly groans, his lips brushing against your ear. You respond with a deep moan, your hips meeting his thrusts. The pleasure builds rapidly, the tension between you reaching a fever pitch. When- Before he can react, a distant voice cuts through the haze.

“Boss! Boss!” The urgency in the voice pulls him out of the moment. Olly’s subordinate is shaking him urgently, and suddenly he realized that he have slipped into a daze. The alleyway is as it had been, but you’re gone.

“Boss, are you alright?” The subordinate asks, concern etched on his face.

Olly groans, rubbing the spot on his head where you had struck him. The reality of your fight comes rushing back, the smutty fantasy dissipating like smoke. He pushes himself up to his feet, scanning the alley for any sign of you, but you are nowhere to be found.

"I'm fine," he mutters, though he feels anything but. The encounter has left him rattled, not just physically but mentally. He had underestimated you, and the intensity of your fight - and whatever had transpired in his dazed mind - lingers in the air.

As he walks away, he can't shake the feeling that this is far from over. Your rivalry has reached a new level, and he is determined to face whatever comes next. But for now, he needs to regroup and recover, his mind haunted by the dream that had felt all too real.

[tangledinink]

Hi, I really love your AUs, can't wait to see more!

eEEEE THANK YOU ; w ; this all so sweet and makes me so happy aaaAAAAAA

ask dump below~

he was 5'3" previously, he's now more like five feet maybe a little bit less. if you were to measure him and mikey back to back, mikey would be a tiny bit taller. you can't really tell yet, though, since donnie currently can't stand, and up until now he was constantly on tip-toes. he's also just very underweight right now, which makes him seem even smaller. as he recovers and gains some weight back, he'll seem a bit less itty-bitty.

thank you! ; w ; also while i don't think he's ever, like, straight up wiggled his fingers at a boy, i do think he occasionally gets a little fidgety/twitchy with his hands and fingers when he has a crush. maybe also tends to do little arm/shoulder touches with his outstretched fingers as well when he's flirting. u w u

It's completely gone! his tummy and hips are now just like the other exposed parts of his body, like his arms and legs-- just skin and scales. I don't think it ever actually came up in the main part of the comic, but is illustrated in his reference image in the masterpost! Also don't worry, no ill-effects from being crop-topped. It'll just take a bit of getting used to. (If anything, it's a bit of a boon at the moment for the rest of the fam. A lot of medical care is a lot easier without plastron blocking the patient's entire torso.)

HEHEHE, thank you <3 i love making them wag their tails I think it's so cute and silly... <3 I think Raph (across all AU's, lol) has definitely accidentally hurt himself wagging his tail in excitement on at least one occasion.

Oh gosh. It's hard to say because it's such a spectrum... It would have to be a pretty nasty injury for the witchdoctors to not be able to do something about it. But assuming they can't... Big Mama would never outright ask the Gems to perform on a serious injury, but the twins would definitely feel pressure to continue performing for as long as they possibly could, and to keep recovery time as short as possible. If they had to take time off to heal, they would, (and have in the past,) but they'd definitely be impatient to get back on the field. If the injury is truly so bad that one or both of them can no longer perform, they'd probably both retire, (though extremely reluctantly, and doing so would be incredibly heartbreaking for them and cause them a lot of grief and guilt,) because neither would want to go on without the other. There might be some pushback from Big Mama, though, and the uninjured party could potentially be convinced, with enough time and enough conversations, to make a comeback...

Poorly. It'd probably go about the same way it did for Donnie, except worse the second time around. They'd probably both be in trouble for it-- Leo for keeping things for her, and Donnie because she (correctly) assumes that he's 'influenced' Leo somehow, since he did the same thing first.

he is being SOOOO brave right now... but he can't NOT. not when his kids are on the line :< though I will say, you're being quite optimistic about how his conversation with Big Mama is gonna go... 👀

lmao april is maybe in a TEENSY bit over her head, bless her. splinter definitely struggled over whether or not to bring her with him to see big mama. he tried to convince her to let him escort her back home once he realized where he had to go, but of course she wouldn't hear of it. thought about having her wait outside, but... is so reluctant to leave her alone in the hidden city... knew she would probably pushback anyway, too, so...

the twins will definitely have a ton of therapy and healing to tackle in the future <3 my poor sweet baby boys....

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[duhnova]

hot, hot - kim mingyu

werewolf!mingyu x fem!reader

word count: ~1.3k

kinktober masterlist

warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), pwop, abo au, mingyu is an omega, reader is an alpha (though its not stated), sub!mingyu, mingyu is caught? masturbating, mingyu is called pup (affectionate) & omega (derogatory), slight degradation, begging?, dumbification (he goes dumb the second reader touches him), cum play?, multiple orgasms, dick riding? (mingyu fucks up into reader), hand job, mentions of wanting to eat you out, clingy mingyu (post sex), whiney mingyu, soft aftercare (kind of), let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors / typos (i tried)

mingyu was always good at keeping track of his heat; he had an app that kept detailed outlines of all his symptoms as well as accurately timing his next heat. however there were some miscalculations and now he’s started a day early. was he hanging around too many alphas that went into rut the last couple of days? was he just super stressed and his body needed the release? maybe it was the fact that he marked the wrong day on his calendar and he expected to start a day later than he actually did. 

“y/n!” he cries out as he cums all over his stomach. this is what he’s been doing all day, desperately fucking his hand as he waits for you to come home from work. he lost count of how many orgasms he’s had but it was enough to make his eyesight fuzzy and his muscles sore from tensing up. 

“one more.” he whispered to himself, a whimper leaving him as he moved his hand up and down his still painfully hard dick. he was so sensitive but he couldn’t care as he throws his head back against his pillows and moans loudly, the blood rushes in his ears and all he can think about is cumming again. 

“gyu?” you whisper, eyes wide when you open your bedroom door to see the poor boy so blissed out he doesn’t even notice you. the smell of his heat hit you like a truck, almost falling over from how strong it was. “fuck.” you go to cover your nose, citrus and wood burning your senses as you try to fight the arousal that fought to take over your body. 

“y/n.. y/n.. y/n!” your name fell off mingyu's tongue like a prayer as his orgasm hit him hard and fast again. panting heavily he finally blinks his eyes open, his senses still messed up as his head tilts down to look at you standing in the doorway. he whimpers loudly, his cum covered hand reaching for you as he whispers about how badly it all hurts. 

you were already a mess, slick coating your underwear and thighs as you stepped fully into the room. you gave up fighting your arousal (and potential heat coming) to discard your clothes as quickly as possible. you coo quietly to mingyu who hasn’t stopped whining for you, your scent finally washing over him once you crawl onto the bed to sit on your knees, hovering above his legs as you tilt your head down to look at his state. 

“did you go into heat early, baby?” you mumble, soothing your hands up his thighs and over his lower stomach. he gasps and nods his head quickly, his hips jerking up when you touch everywhere except his dick. 

it felt like forever for mingyu before you finally wrap your hand around the base of his dick. he lets out the loudest moan possible as he starts to babble incoherently, your touch alone driving him crazy as he starts to buck his hips up to fuck your hand. 

“shhh baby, let me take care of you.” you hold his hips down the best you could as you jerk your hand fast, watching how he falls apart almost instantly. 

mingyu wasn’t a typical omega, he didn’t take shit from anyone that was in a higher position than him and he’d be damned if anyone called him weak or a cry baby. yet when he was in heat he crumbled under your touch, crying from sheer pleasure of it and begging you for more, even when he physically couldn't handle it. that’s exactly where he found himself right now, crying as you ripped another orgasm from him using your hand. 

“i know,” you coo quietly, “you’re burning up.” you mumble before licking some of the cum off your hand only to scoop up more and bring it up to mingyu's mouth, letting him taste himself all over your fingers. you moan quietly when he swirls his tongue around your digits. he lets out a quiet groan at the salty taste before he’s opening his eyes to look at you, god he wanted you to ruin him so bad but he couldn’t even form coherent sentences right now with how muddled his brain was. 

so instead of taking mingyu grabs ahold of you, pulling your hips up his body so your pussy is sitting on his dick. you hiss at the contact, your clint swollen and craving stimulation. 

“such a needy little omega, covered in cum already but still wanting more.” you shake your head and tsk quietly when he whimpers and bucks his hips up into yours causing the both of you to moan.

on normal days mingyu would be on top, listening to everything you told him to do but today wasn’t a normal day. it was always bad when he went into heat but the first day was normally the worst as everything hits him at once, and right now he needed you to do all the work. 

“i’ve got you.” your voice was soft, a constraint from the words you said to him not even a minute ago. you decided to be nice today, knowing that he needed the relief because you didn’t know how long he was laying here trying to relieve his body and mind from the onslaught of lust and pain.  

you move your hips up to give you space to grab mingyu's dick, lining it up with your entrance. you don’t even have time to react before mingyus takes matters into his own hands, pushing his hips up and bottoming out in one go. your mouth falls open as you moan along with him, his dick already twitching as he grips your hips and fucking up into you like a toy. 

“gyu,” you moan, letting your body fall forward to lay against his chest, his skin burning hot as he wraps his arms around you to keep you close. you dig your nails into his shoulders to help ground yourself as he desperately fucked into you, whining loudly into your hair. “feels so good.” you mumble before kissing at his neck, sucking lightly to keep from being too loud. 

mingyu’s mouth falls open as he lets out a whiney moan, his legs tensing up as his rhythm falls apart, his orgasm fast approaching again as he holds you tighter. your name is falling from his lips for the thousandth time that day as he unloads his cum deep inside of you. he struggles to catch his breath as he stills, groaning at the way you clench around him. 

you both lay there for a second, allowing mingyu to finally come to his senses. the haze cleared from his mind as he blinked a couple times, finally registering what was going on. 

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles quietly, rubbing at your lower back. it was clear that he had a pout on his face as he huffs quietly. “i didn’t get to make you cum.” you couldn’t help but laugh quietly, sitting up and carefully moving off of his softening dick. 

“it’s ok baby, we have the next couple of days for you to make me cum.” you smile reassuringly down at him as you rest your hand on his cheek, gently rubbing his cheekbone. 

“i can eat you.” he gave you the softest puppy dog eyes ever and you almost caved. the arousal was definitely thick in the air as you rub your thighs together at the thought of him being between them. 

“not right now pup, you need a shower. you’re sticky and smelly.” you laugh again when he whines. sitting up quickly mingyu almost head butts you but you’re quick to jerk back but you’re not quick enough to escape his grasp as he grabs hold of you. 

“you smell too.” he huffs in fake annoyance as he buries his face in your neck, he always got clingy after sex (especially during his heat) and if you moved to far away he’d throw a fit. he made sure to keep you in his arms as he hoists you up off the bed, and despite your protests, and his legs shaking, he held you all the way to the bathroom.

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