#i missed you daddy 👉👈

[decaffeinated-anxiety]

I am BACK and hornier than ever

[hoshigray]

Can i request toji doing this to reader 👉👈

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: YEEEEEESSSS!!! I mean–ahem–yes, you may request this delicious prompt ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji x afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - kissing/making out - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (presses and swiping) - Daddy kink - missionary position - praises - unprotected sex (no release on Toji's part, tho) - pet names (baby, mama, sweet thing, sweetie) - voice kink - Toji being a teaseing bastard, lawl - implied prior masturbation.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

“Haaah…Toji—Mmmm!“

“Shhh, I’m right here, sweetie…Did’ya sleep well?”

It’s not unusual for you to be asleep when Toji returns home from work, especially when he’s been away for more than three nights. 

But, fuck, when he returns home, all he can think about is having your soft frame in his starved grasp.

You lay so peacefully on his bed, your man watching the rise and fall of your figure and listening to your snore while he quietly enters the room. Once he drops his stuff down, he’ll crawl up to be atop you, emerald eyes scanning every feature of your beautiful face he wants to kiss so badly. 

And the truth is that you’re just as touch starved as he is, left here to await his return while he’s doing God-knows-what (you’re unaware of his assassin gig) and worrying about his absence. But when you awake to the smooth sensation of your lips being pressed on, you don’t scream or holler; far from that. Instead, you kiss back and open your sleepy eyes to see the grown man above you. 

“To…ji?” Your voice is strained with exhaustion yet curious. 

The dark-haired man shushes you with his lips onto yours, moaning with you while his hands spread your legs for him to lay comfortably between. “Missed ya, mama,” his gruff voice so low that your stomach immediately flips at the erotical tone. 

“I missed you, too,” you admit in between smooches, and you melt when he cups your cheeks to keep your face with his. “Missed you so…Hmmm…”

More kisses have you relax, his scarred mouth trailing down to suck on the skin of your neck to listen to more of your sweet gasps. “Yeah? My baby missed me?” You chew your lips as he whispers in your ear, and your hips instinctively move at the motion of his hand, palming the groin of your shorts. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout me while I was gone? ‘Cuz I sure was.” 

“Yesss,” your answer slurred by the lick and kiss to your helix. “Yes, I ha—Aaah!”

His hand sneaks inside the hem of your shorts, not surprised to meet your bare cunt with his fingers. Your wetness instantly coats the rough pads of his fingertips as he nestles between your labia. “Thinkin’ ‘bout me so much that y’re all wet like this?” You can practically hear the grin uplifting the scar on his lips. “Hmm? Ya miss Daddy so much that you touch y’rself while I’m gone, huh?”

Your eyes are sewn shut at the sensation of your folds being fingered, and your lips ajar once Toji inserts his middle finger. Wiggling the digit around, scratching your walls with the blunt of his fingertips, it has you wail softly. “Yessss, missed you—Oooh! S..So much, Daddy…”

“Heh, dirty lil’ thing,” Toji’s finger goes faster, and the raven-haired man enjoying your shrieks gets a little louder, and your breath halts at his ring finger teasing your entrance. “Tell Daddy how much ya missed me.”

You arch your back at the insert of the other digit; your fatigue vanishes with every graze of the two fingers. “Haaah…Miss how you kiss me—Ahh!” He toys with your clit with the brush of his thumb. “H-How good you–Mmnn!–make me feel…” He kisses your forehead; the gentleness contrasting with the salacious squelches from your shorts causes a haze.

“Yeah? Ya like when I make ya feel good?” His fingers go faster, and the presses on your clitoris go frequently. “Just like?”

“Mmnoooh,” Toji kisses you again, this time more passionately with tongue exploring your mouth; you twitch around his digits as they curl and rub. “I…Love it!”

Toji chuckles. “That’s what I wanna hear, sweet thing,” and he removes his hand from your shorts to lick your fluids clean. “‘Cuz I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout makin’ you feel good on my way here.”

He discards your bottoms to the bedroom floor seconds before he unzips his pants and brings them down with his boxer briefs. Toji has his dick free for you to marvel at, the nether limb not yet fully erected, yet the quick pulse of it has your mouth water. He slaps the tip onto your leaky chasm; the sight makes your vagina throb. So much so that you clamp tighter as he pushes the soft tip into you. “Relax fr’ me, mama,” he coaxes you through, gradually pushing every inch of him inside. “Daddy’s gotcha, ‘kay?”

You howl inaudibly, furrowed brows as the base of his cock kisses your folds. And when he grinds his pelvis down? Jesus, you grip the sheets to serve as reins; contracts around his girth are inevitable. 

“Fuck,” he curses above you. “So warm and tight like always…”

When he begins to move, it’s at a slow pace. The feeling of his dick pushing into and pulling out of you so sensually is so erotic to your senses, especially witnessing the thing burrowing inside your warmth with your own eyes. Oh, my God, you can feel it getting stiffer, making your excitement dial-up.

The member goes firmer with every stroke, and every sensation differs from the last. His shaft stands solid inch by inch, your eyes shooting up as you become fuller by the second. One pull and push has you whimper. Another push and pull, and your toes curl at the stretch of him becoming greater. Another slow push, and you're calling for him with a shaky breath as the tip of his now solid limb lightly jabs your cervix. 

And Toji adores the view under his bow, your body reacting to his erect cock scraping your insides to the point of broken cries. “How ya feelin’, baby?” His sultry voice pulls you in as he increases the speed scarcely. 

“Daahh, s-so full,” the snicker to your ear makes you clamp on him harder. “So good…Nnoohh!! Daddy, st–Ooop! D-Don’t thrust so—” 

“Hmm? What’s up?” You don’t have to open your eyelids to see that the older man above you has a mischievous look after suddenly sneaking a quick rut to your entrance. “What; don’t like it when I go like…this?” Toji’s hips go erratically, the motion making it easy to rub on your inner walls and sweet spots to the point of shrilled shrieks leaving your lips. “Or…this?” He sluggishly pulls himself back where it’s only the tip of his shaft that’s nestled inside you, only for him to snap his hips back in a rushed second. It takes a moment for you to process and let out a scream as the cockhead pokes your delicate cervix with precision. 

Your hands frantically find his shoulders to grip his shirt, “Daddyyy, please, sl–Oooh–Slow down…! If you keep goin’, I’ll cu—….Mmmm!!” Your pleas don’t stop him; they fuel him to keep pounding into you. Balls deep for him to keep probing you with hits to the narrow end again, and your legs wrap around his waist without you thinking. How could you think? Your head kept pounding along with the climb of your orgasm, trembles climbing up your spine. 

“What’re ya holdin' it fr’, huh?” All it takes is Toji to bend to your ear once more, kissing your cheek as his pelvis slams into your aching slit. “Cum, mama. Lemme know how good y’re feelin’.” 

As if on command, your climax hits you hard, like a wave crashing down on your poor form, drowning your senses with euphoria like no other. Your cunt squeezes around Toji’s girth, your nerves spiking to a sensitive high that has you winded and cold for a moment. And the man above you hisses at the flutter of your walls; his rocking cadence slows down to relish the feeling.

You wail in ecstasy; a tiny sharp gasp leaves you from the gentle kiss he places on your forehead. 

“There ya go, sweetie,” he coos with a kiss to the chin before straightening himself. You observe him remove his shirt to dump it onto the floor, and your face becomes hotter when Toji ventures down, where his face gets closer to your wet entrance. “ All wet and ready fr’ me…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) II ch. II

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 5,044

Warnings: 8-year age gap, flashbacks of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, mentions of therapy, kookie trying to be a good husband, cute coupley stuff that idk anyone will like but 🥺 👉👈, jk says cawk , idk why this is a warning

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: Hi guys! I'm back! I thought I'd start off with a little flashback and then diving back into the story. Also, big thing–I decided not to make jk a complete butt. I don't want this story to be about "jk finally coming around after treating oc like garbage for wanting a kid". It's more of a we'll figure-it-out-together kinda thing though there will be bumps in the road. Anyway, enjoy 🥰

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To say falling in love with Jungkook was an effortless, butterflies-in-your-tummy, love-at-first-sight, you-know-it-when-you-see-it sort of affair is far from the truth. In actuality, you and Jungkook met on a very normal basis and had very normal rapport…well, somewhat normal.

Jungkook was your economics professor in grad school and you were merely one out of eighty of his students during the first semester. Surely you'd be walking out with no more than a barely scrimmaged 'A' and remnants of stupid economics jokes he and his colleagues found slapstick funny.

Jungkook always had an interesting sense of humor.

Bottom line? Your life wasn't a drama and you certainly didn't plan on living like it was–especially when your parents were on your tail, making sure their hard-earned money was well spent.

As if being bonked on the head by something called fate, however, Jungkook sent you away with far more than odd jokes and good grades.

Hey, hindsight is 20/20.

four years ago

“Oh, good morning.” A soft, yet hoarse voice strides past you. You view the man, estimating that he be in his early 30s though could easily pass for 25 by his youthful appearance. His hair is black, a bit shaggy but well-kept nonetheless. Silver piercings dangle from his ears and a pair of rectangular glasses rest on his perfectly symmetrical face. This is your professor?

Undoubtedly, what mesmerizes you the most is the striking arm tattoo partially displayed under the rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt. You remember temporarily considering tattoo artistry in high school but studio arts appealed to you more.

Not like you got to do either though, seeing as you’ve been stuck in econ for the fifth year in a row. You’re parents insisted you get your master’s immediately after undergrad…how wonderful for you.

But back to the man at the front of the room. You weren’t expecting someone so hip and attractive–very, very attractive.

Your stomach churns but you brush the feeling away.

He's your professor for god sake.

The man, coincidentally your professor, quirks a small smile your way and sets his bag on the podium at the front. “Didn’t expect anyone to be here for another twenty minutes.”

“I just got out of another class a couple of rooms down so I’m here early.” You straighten in your seat and return a smile of your own. “It’s nice to meet you Dr. Jeon. I’m Y/N.” You start bouncing your leg up and down, clicking the pen in your hand. Please be right, please be right, you chant silently, hoping you remembered the name correctly.

Jungkook notices your slightly restless state but he doesn’t say anything about it.

“Just to be sure, you are here for ECON 602 right? Macroeconomic Theory?” He unzips his bag and sets his laptop on the podium. Making brief eye contact, he catches sight of the piece of paper directly below your nose. “That’s a beautiful sketch.”

You glance down, moving the paper to the side as if embarrassed. Not many people see your work beyond close friends, and even then you like to keep it to yourself. “Yes, absolutely,” you reply. “ECON 602, 12:15 pm. And thanks, I draw as a hobby.”

Your professor hums, nodding as he connects the HDMI cable to his laptop and lowers the presentation board.“ Dr. Kim is going to be quite jealous when he hears such artistic talent is in my economics class.” He lets out a slight chuckle. “You don’t mind if I tell him, do you? A little competition we have going on.”

You snort at the comment.

Dr. Kim Taehyung was the art department’s most talked about professor. Everyone knew him for his extremely unique perspective, classy personality, as well as his breathtaking artwork. You’ve passed him in the hallways a number of times, wishing you could study under him and dare you say, in more ways than one.

“I don’t mind.” You shake your head. “Are you and Dr. Kim close?” Maybe you shouldn’t be this curious but it was now fifteen minutes until the start of class and no one else had shown. What else were you going to fill time with? Awkward silence while you watch your professor fumble and tap on his keyboard?

“We were colleagues if you can believe that.” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Only two years ahead of me in undergrad. When I first started teaching here I had no idea he was here too. But you know what they say __, it’s a small world.”

“Smaller,” you retort. “I feel like everywhere I go I run into someone I’ve known or seen at some point in my life. You just never really know I guess.” When you first entered university, you were counting your lucky stars that most of your high school peers were attending college nearby your hometown. You on the other hand were a good five to six hours from home. Last you checked, however, half of those peers were now getting married or on their second kid. Crazy how some people’s lives change on a dime.

You watch as your professor shuffles a few sheets of paper in his hands, scanning them briefly. “I can relate to that,” he mutters. “Pretty sure we haven’t met before though. Could be a bigger world than we think. Now where’s everyone else? Didn’t all drop last minute did they?” The man lifts his head, flashing a big gorgeous grin. His eyes are playful and dance with mirth.“Not that I would mind if it were just you and I this whole semester.“

“uh–“ is embarrassingly, all you say. He isn’t implying anything by that right? Oh god __, don’t be stupid. As you've established, this isn’t a romance novel and you’re most definitely not the main character.

“You seem attentive is what I mean,” the man says, breaking you out of your daze. “And beyond punctual. Two qualities that I hold in high esteem.” You’d say he had a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth but it was likely an illusion. Your professor has bigger fish to fry than worry about any possible scenarios you’ve concocted in your silly head.

Still, in a moment of sheer thoughtlessness, you say something you regret being unable to retract. “Thank you, I like you too.” As soon as the words fly out you feel the need to run out and bang your head against the wall. Thinking on your feet wasn’t your specialty.

Little to your knowledge, Jungkook finds your mannerisms cute and stifles the temptation to tease. You’re his student, after all, a little professionally please, he repeats to himself.

“So are you from here?” Jungkook asks, choosing to switch the topic before both of you get swallowed into a messy situation.

You shake your head in denial. “I live here temporarily but I grew up about five hours north of here. My parents are still there.”

“Ah, well that’s a bit away. I imagine you miss them?”

You ponder the question for a second, eyes rolling up in contemplation. “From time to time.” Jungkook gives a knowing look. He’s had his share of familial drama and the need for space.

“I understand,” he says. “I grew up ten hours south myself.”

“Wow, that’s…far.” You’re surprised by the distance and can’t imagine it’s an easy commute. You wonder how long he’s been here and more so, if he’s here alone.

“Yeah.” He rests his palms on the edge of the podium, leaning on them gently. The protruding veins in his forearms catch your attention but you pry yourself from lingering. After what you said earlier, the last thing you want is for Dr. Jeon to think you're coming on to him. “Gets a little quiet sometimes but I’ve learned to live with it.”

As if immune to learning from your mistakes you blurt exactly what’s in your head.“So you’re not–“

“Married? Dating? Seeing someone?” Jungkook finishes your sentence like it’s nothing he hasn’t done tenfold times before. “No. I’m not.”

You give a small “Ah,” nodding in understanding before another classmate walks in, putting an abrupt end to the conversation. Jungkook is quick to greet the young man who’s joined but he’s certain he won’t be forgetting your name anytime soon.

present

You tilt your head back, allowing beads of hot water to run down your bare skin. The sound of steady pattering combined with heavy steam relaxes your muscles.

You can't believe you actually told him.

Blurting out to Jungkook that you wanted a baby in the middle of a fight is not how you intended to open up to your husband. But everything escalated so fast that it just came out.

You think back to last night’s events.

Once the movie's credit scenes appear Jungkook feels your eyes burn through him from your lounged position. "You're making that face again," he says.

"There's no face."

"Look," Jungkook cuts shortly. "Will you just tell me so we can deal with it?!"

"Just deal with it? Like it's some kind of nuisance of an issue that needs treatment?" You jump up from the couch and head to your bedroom in a fury, your husband hot on your trail.

"I don't mean to be pissing you off, sweetheart but I know something's up." He follows you into the bathroom, watching you reach for your toothbrush. "Can you please slow down and talk to me?" He grabs the toothpaste before you can, forcing you to stop in your tracks.

"I–I want…I want to be a mom. I want a baby."

"A baby? What do you mean you want a baby?" You see the panic settling in his eyes. Jungkook takes you into his arms, his thumb wipes off some of your tears. "Honey, I'm sorry I didn't know. When you came home from the park I didn't realize that little boy meant so much to you."

You try blinking back your tears but they keep running down your face. He's being gentle with you and you appreciate that but his choice of words tells you his answer is no. It's quiet, subtle, and cuts like a knife.

You break away from him to splash cold water on your face. The coolness calms your nerves. “He didn’t. Never–never mind what I said, sorry. I’m tired and I’m probably not thinking straight.”

It was a blatant lie but just look at your situation. Married for two years, still on birth control, and had no plans to change that. Suddenly one party diverts from the plan fully aware that the other is perfectly comfortable with the current plan.

Yes, you hoped he'd have a slightly better reaction but you don't blame him for his stunned look.

Plus, did you even have enough time to realize what you were saying? Feeling? It could easily be written off that you were simply impulsive, emotionally vulnerable, and so on with the track record you had regarding kids and parenting.

You sigh, bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

Not much else happened after the fight. Jungkook apologized again with his arms wrapped around your waist. He snuggled his nose in the crook of your neck and kissed your cheek too.

It was the usual, it felt familiar and warm but the pang in your head put a roadblock to that. No marriage is perfect. You know that. But you have a feeling you and Jungkook are headed for a steep valley, both on opposing sides.

"Hi.” You’re taken out of your thoughts when you hear the shower door pop open. Your husband steps in, with messy hair and half-open lids. Evidently, still sleepy.

You spare him a glance and quickly reach for your body wash on the shelf. “Hi,” you reply back, voice monotone.

Jungkook moves closer behind you and curves an arm around you. He grabs the bottle out of your hand and squirts some of the soap into his palm. “How did you sleep?”

A small shiver runs up your spine when his cool hand rubs circles against your upper back and shoulder. It still feels nice, you admit. You see some of the soap drip down and hit the shower floor.

“I slept okay. You?”

“I’m about the same.” Jungkook moves his hand a little lower, making sure to cover your whole backside. “I’m really sorry about how I handled things last night. What I said and how I said it was inexcusable.”

“Please, Jungkook you don’t have to keep apologizing about it. I know…and I’m sorry I spurred it on you so suddenly. It’s not how I wanted you to find out.” if at all, you add to yourself.

“Is it still true?” he asks, stopping his movements. “Do you really want to start a family?”

You feel queasy all over again. His tone is serious and if you turn around you’ll likely see the fire in his eyes. So you remain in your position, facing towards the shower head.

“I don’t know…” you finally say after thirty seconds of eerie silence. “But I think I do, I really do. Seeing our friends and other people our age have kids makes me wonder if we’d ever have that. I can’t explain why right now. I know it’s unexpected after we’ve been living a sort of way for so long.” After another pause you continue. “But I know it’s not a mutual thing and that’s…okay.”

“Sweetheart, even if we were to have kids…where would we find the time? The school year’s starting soon and I’m gonna be running ragged at the university next week. You know my schedule. I teach Monday through Friday, leaving at 7:15 am and returning around 4 p.m. You leave for work a little later in the morning but get back at 5 p.m. All our week consists of will be eating a quick dinner together, then I have to squirrel away to my office for the night to review class notes and grade stacks of assignments.”

Though you’re aware of how crazy busy Jungkook gets during the school year, you’re not foolish enough to believe that is the root of his argument.

“Maybe you’re right that we don’t have much time now but Jungkook, we can figure it out. You only teach 9 months out of the year and I can–I can stay at home or we can hire a nanny. And we don’t have to do it right away but–“

“__.” Jungkook turns you around so you’re looking eye to eye. He hesitates to say his next words, fearing a replay of yesterday. But he can’t bring himself to pretend with you. Not on something this serious. “I understand and I want more than anything to tell you I want the same, but I can't lie to you. Being a father, and having a kid, I think it’s wonderful but I just never saw that for myself. I’m so sorry I–”

Your heart concaves into your chest. You absolutely want him to be honest but it pains you to hear. Where do you go from here?

Slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck. Jungkook jolts a bit, surprised by your sudden gesture but welcomes the embrace.

“It’s okay Jungkook.” You settle your head into his shoulder, simply wanting to be close. One tear spills out, then another. “It’s okay.”

“No, look at me __. You didn’t let me finish.” You lift your head from his shoulder. Jungkook strokes your back soothingly before continuing. “If this is what you want, then I’m not going to stand here and be the asshole husband that just dismisses it. But this is a big step.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Don’t say what I think you are. Jungkook you don’t have to do anything.”

“I’m not saying I change my mind.” Of course, that would be unrealistic, you talk yourself through, preparing for his next words. “However, I am–I am willing to seriously consider this whole thing, babies, diapers, strollers, all of it. But I need you to be sure that this is what you want. And the only way I think that can happen is if we start this slow. Sounds like I’m making some sappy speech huh?”

Jungkook cracks a faint smile.

You look like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop or for him to yell psyche and flick your forehead or something.

But none of that happens.

Instead, Jungkook unwraps one of your arms from around your neck, places a light kiss on your knuckles, and stares deep into your eyes as if making a promise. “I know this isn’t exactly heaven to your ears but I’m just trying to say, let’s not rush to a decision yet, okay? All of this did just get revealed yesterday and I think it’d be unfair to both of us if we scurry past it without thinking.”

Shocked. You’re utterly shocked. You were expecting him to give you a flat-out no or attempt to cover up the issue somehow. While, this isn’t your ideal outcome, if Jungkook is willing to take this seriously, no bullshit necessary, then so are you.

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You smile at him, feeling a tad lighter than you did before. Your heart beats again, slow and steady. “I love you.”

“I love you more than anything __. I married you and I intend to keep it that way.” Jungkook sneaks a wink and you press a kiss to his lips.

“Hey,” you pipe up. “It’s Sunday isn’t it?”

Jungkook nods in confusion. “It is..?”

“You have somewhere to be this morning don’t you?” You wait a moment before an oh-shit expression forms on Jungkook’s face.

As you remember your husband was supposed to be at some fancy gold club today. Like Jimin, a certain Kim Taehyung had his weekly “thing” too. Being close friends, Jungkook was supposed to be there, along with Hoseok.

“‘You're so right. 'M sorry honey I gotta go. They’re gonna kill me." Jungkook gives you one last kiss before slipping out of the shower. "I’ll be back for dinner.”

“Jungkook! Where the fuck have you been? We tried calling you!” Taehyung is the first to speak as soon as he catches sight of the younger man. He has his usual blush pink polo shirt on paired with well-pressed beige shorts.

He looks a little too handsome for golf.

Jungkook’s secretly glad his wife stayed home this time, as he’s fully aware of her mini crush on Taehyung in school. When she first found out they were colleagues he could tell she had borderline stars in her eyes.

“Sorry sorry,” Jungkook says. “I was doing stuff and time escaped me. Plus, I didn’t have my phone near me for a bit. But I’m here now, so let’s get going!” Jungkook walks in front of the two men, heading for the first stage of the golf course. “You guys coming?” He turns around and lifts both arms up.

Taehyung and Hoseok exchange looks before following his lead. It’s unlike Jungkook to be this eager for golf. In fact, he hates golf. And his explanation is a bit…questionable.

As much as Hoseok is a friend, he is also just as much of a psychologist who can't stop himself from practicing his craft when given the chance. “You doing alright?” Hoseok waits for Jungkook to answer, one hand clings around the top of his golf club while the other settles around his hip. "Haven't seen you since Jimin's last dinner.”

"Yeah, I'm good," Jungkook barely replies, watching Taehyung practice and few swings before taking the shot. Like a prodigy, it sinks right in. "Hole in one again man? I thought you painted."

Taehyung glances over his shoulder with a smug expression, cocky smirk, and sunglasses behind his head. "Don't be too jealous of hyung, Jungkookie."

"Fuck off Tae," Jungkook quips back. "I'm not 22 anymore. I have a good job, nice house, and a gorgeous wife waiting for me at home. What do you have? A bunch of golf balls in your pants.”

Hmm, a little more defensive than usual, Hoseok notes. And guarded too, something’s up.

"About that wife of yours Kook," Hoseok drawls. "How she doing?" Jungkook turns towards the man, slight distaste on his face.

“Uh, she’s fine. Thanks for asking. Also, I know what you’re doing and I’m not in the mood.”

"Ah Jungkook, you act like I'm being so malicious.” Smiling, Hoseok continues. “Can't I care about my friend of ten years without such accusations?"

Jungkook sighs and kicks the grass. Hoseok has been one of his closest friends for a long time so if there's anyone worth talking to about his current situation and who'd understand, I'd be him. "Well, I’m not saying much right now but.....__ recently told me she wants a baby. I’m still–I'm having trouble processing it. But I’m trying.”

Hoseok throws a hand behind the younger's shoulder. “That’s big news Jungkook and it’s completely fine that you’re still working through it. Don’t feel like you have to speed up the process either. I’ve known you both long enough to know that parenting hasn’t really been in the cards until now so I’m surprised myself.”

“I think she’s still a little unsure, but something happened the other day and it struck a cord inside her. She wants a family and,” Jungkook steps to the side, and Hoseok's hand slips from his shoulder. “I wish I could tell her I want it too. But I can't lie to her like that. I also don’t want her to bury that desire for my sake, so I told her we could consider it. I don’t know man, I feel like I’m trying to do the right thing but I don’t know if I can do this. Will I ever change my mind? I want to, for her.”

Hoseok looks at his friend with soft eyes, compassion in them. “Unfortunately, this is not something you can foresee nor force. At least not this early. But you’re definitely doing the right thing by not brushing her off. As real as your feelings are about not wanting a child right now, so are __'s feelings. It’s best you listen to both sides.”

Jungkook tousles his hair around. “I just–fuck.”

Hoseok doesn’t need further explanation to understand Jungkook’s predicament. He’s frustrated, blames himself, and is struggling to come to terms with reality. The unknown scares him and he doesn’t want to lose control of what little he has. “I’m sorry, Kook…it’s a heavy load. Why don't you come in for a session sometime? I think this might be something worth talking through."

“You mean therapy? I don't know, I’m about to have a pretty tight with school starting.”

"One hour, forty minutes at least," Hoseok insists. "Why not try it once and if you don't like it, you don't have to do it again. I love you both and as a friend, I want to be here for you. Beats standing around and watching Taehyung kick our ass at golf. Just think about it and let me know. As I said, I'm always here for you bro."

Jungkook nods and reaches a hand out to gently squeeze Hoseok's shoulder. "I'll think about it. Thanks."

"Hey!" Taehyung waves from afar. "What you guys doing still up there? I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes! Don’t forget that last place buys lunch.”

“He’s referring to you Kook.” Hoseok chuckles, slaps Jungkook on the back, and walks down the golf course toward Taehyung. “You suck at golf.”

Jungkook grunts, following close behind. If this were a benching competition he’d be taking home the whole damn meal.

With Jungkook still gone doing who knows what with his buddies you decide to blast your very wide array of music. It’s a good thing you and Jungkook live in your own house or else your poor neighbors would be knocking down the door with the landlord by now. Yes, that may or may not have happened once with you were in college.

Along with the music you stick true to your character and spread your art supplies on your drawing table. You had your own mini studio, thanks to your wonderful relator who helped find you the house. You reach for a pencil, spinning it between your fingers. Maybe you should finish the drawing of the park’s pond.

Mm, you don’t really feel like packing all your supplies and driving over right now.

Deciding to save it for another day, you ponder ideas of what to do instead. Should you try out your new watercolors? You bought them last week and while you weren’t exactly in low supply, if your husband can have a hundred scented candles you can have your paints.

bling–

You snatch your phone hearing the notification bell.

Jungkook: the rest of your morning going well? [sent at 11:03 a.m]

You smile faintly and type out a reply. Sweet to check in you suppose.

__: Fine. How are the guys? [sent at 11:04 a.m]

Jungkook: Whooping my ass but it’s alright. [sent at 11:07 a.m]

Good, you smirk. Jungkook is awful at golf. And he can stand to lose at something like the rest of you.

__: When are you coming home? [sent at 11:10 a.m]

Jungkook: Looking to wrap things up around 4 pm. I think we’re having a late lunch. Miss you. [sent at 11:13 a.m]

__: Okay, sounds good because I was thinking maybe we could go for ice cream when you get back. After dinner? miss you too [sent at 11:14 a.m]

You stare at the screen, waiting for a reply.

One minute goes by…

Two minutes…

Three…

Jungkook: Okay, sounds amazing. But why not before dinner? The place we like closes early on Sundays. I love you! [sent at 11:17 a.m]

Oh shoot, that’s right. You and Junkook have gone to the same ice cream shake since you first started dating. The couple who run it are super sweet, only a decade older. How could you forget?

__: I’m a dummy, yes we’ll go before dinner. I love you too [sent at 11:18 a.m]

Jungkook: Noo, you’re not a dummy! But okay, I’ll see you soon! [sent at 11:19 a.m]

Rejuvenated, you turn off your phone, jump off your art stool and crank the current song up–Runaway by Bon Jovi. Let’s see, you think, tearing a piece of watercolor paper from your drawing pad, what to do.

When the idea strikes you prepare water, paintbrushes, your palette, and anything else you may need for the next five hours give or take. You snatch your phone again and scroll through your photo gallery, hoping to get a good reference photo.

Your best friend’s birthday was two weeks away and she’s been subtly hinting for a painting of her, her fiancee’, and her dog Bear. As her closest friend and well-practiced artist, you think it is best to appease her request.

Jungkook comes home at 4 pm on the dot. Not a minute later. He looks happy, you conclude. Genuinely happy. It looks good on him.

“__!” Jungkook runs through the front door and lifts you up in his arms. He spins you around and you place your hands on his shoulders. This is so unexpected but nice.

“Jungkook,” you struggle to catch your breath. “What’s going on?”

“I just love coming home to you.” He places you back down and grabs your wrist. “Come on, I wanna stuff you full with ice cream.”

“That sounds so weird,” you laugh.

“Why?” Jungkook opens the front door, ushering you to go ahead of him.

“Because…it sounds like you want to stuff me. Like in a weird way.”

“Woman, that cleared nothing up for me.” You hop into the car with stupid grins on your face. You don’t even know what you mean let alone having to explain to your husband. What can you say, Jungkook makes you a little braindead.

“I just mean that you wanting to stuff me with ice cream sounds like the witch from Hanzel and Gretel. You wanna fatten me up to eat me. Or taxidermy,….or Build a Bear.”

“What the fuck honey,” Jungkook curses, backing out of your drive. “Did you get into something funky while I was gone?”

“No what–ugh never mind.” You stare out the window, arms crossed and biting back the need to giggle uncontrollably. Why were you so giddy right now?

Jungkook glances over with amusement. He knows you’re inches away from balling over with laughter. “You know what honey?”

“Hmm?”

“I think instead of stuffing you full of ice cream, I’m gonna stuff you full with something just as good.”

“Don’t say it Kook, don’t. I’m going to bust a gut.” You beg fully aware he’s not about to back down.

“My fucking cawk,” he says, making sure to exaggerate the last part.

You throw a hand over your mouth, tears well up in your eyes and this time, they’re not sad ones.

You pull up at the small, but charming ice cream stand at around 4:20 pm. It’s a decent crowd tonight.

You and Jungkook get out of the car with laced hands. You’ve managed to calm down now, thankfully. As you make your way to the line a small voice catches both your attention.

“Appa!” A little girl with blue ribbons in her hair runs past you. She looks between eight to ten years old. You and Jungkook follow her movement as she leaps up into her father’s arms.

You smile at the interaction. Her father kisses her cheek and chuckles as she shows him her ribbons. She looks like she’s telling a very eventful story.

Beside you, Jungkook stiffens. His eyes set on the pair but you’re unsure what he’s thinking. “Kook?” you say, but he doesn’t respond. You shake his hand, the one laced in yours, but still no response. It’s when you step in front of his view that you get him back.

“Hey,” you say. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook blinks at you and shakes his head a bit. “I’m good, sorry. Not sure what happened there. Must be a bit out of it today. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

A/N: I like this series vv much...thank you to anyone reading :) Lmk your thoughts and if you wanna be tagged comment or send me an ask!

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heeeyyyy do you happen to do trigun 🥺👉👈 also BNHA DILFs is such a vibe rn can we have sum yummy hcs pretty please 🤤 i can't decide who so dealers choice 🥴

Heyyyy anon sweetie!

Sorry I am just now replying, I have the flu so miss girl is struggling. I am planning to watch Trigun so I don’t do it yet, but please come back soon and request because I will once I watch it ✨

So BNHA DILFs huh? Yummy HC will be under the line.

First and foremost let’s assume that all of my DILFS are divorced DILFs ✨ single and on the prowl…

Let’s start with Daddy OneforAll:

DILF Izuku is that big hunk of man with the boyish charm that has NO IDEA how sexy he truly is. I have this idea about you meeting him in the park while he plays with his kids. His kid will accidentally throw a ball where you are reading a book in the shade of a tree and here he comes to retrieve it. Curls falling in his face, a blush covering his cheeks when he notices your beauty that makes his freckles pop…he will stammer a little when he asks for your number…

Next thing you know you’re in his apartment. He arranged for a sitter for his kids and he took you on a date; now he has you on his couch kissing sweetly on your neck asking you if all of this is okay. His large scarred fingers are playing at the hem of your shirt ready and willing to all but rip it from your body.

DILF Izuku is patient and wants to take his time worshipping every inch of your body when he has you laid in front of him. He treats you like a goddess came to earth just for him as he watches you come undone from his tongue while you beg for him to fuck you mercilessly.

“Don’t worry sweetheart…I’m going to give you exactly what you want. Gonna take care of you…”

Next up DILF Bakugo:

Now I HC you meet him at some event for his children. I think his daughters are dancers and maybe you are their instructor and when he caught sight of you in your tights—all bets were off. He began to flirt here and there until he finally was bold enough to ask for your number and take you out.

Now you are bent over his bed being absolutely wrecked as he is pounding into you with a handful of your hair. He is all muscle and hard planes bent over you growling into your ear—“that’s right, be a good fucking girl ‘f me”

Now once he’s made sure he’s ruined you for anyone else he’s going to spoil the absolute shit out of you and show up at your studio all the time—even on patrols just to give you kisses or food or little gifts he thinks you’ll love because you’re one of his girls now and

“I’ll always take care of my girls…”

Now on to DILF Kirishima!

You meet DILF Kiri at the gym—at kids gym of course! He’s taking his little one to kids gym for a day of fun but he catches sight of you lifting and decides you need a little…help..on your form. So he leaves his little one in the caring hands of the instructors and comes over to ask if you want some help. You are stunned and maybe a little grumpy (which he finds cute) but sure why not. After a little fun banter you ask him for his number because he’s hot and you haven’t had a good fu—I mean date in a while.

One thing leads to another and Kiri has you in a mating press in his bed rubbing circles on your clit with those large fingers. You’re in shambles over his frame pressing on you and his cock hitting that spot so well and he’s cooing how ‘aww pretty girl you are doing so well don’t cry’ as he is wiping your tears. After you have came more times than you can count and he has marked you with his teeth—he cleans you up in a warm shower together and you lay in his soft bed as he strokes your hair and tells you how beautiful you are. You’re whipped and he’s whipped.

Now you’re going to the gym with him and bringing him lunch to the agency and prancing around in Red Riot merch as his little girlie friend. Good thing you’re getting speared by his dick every day that ends in a “y”. You’ll be moving in soon.

DILF simps come get yalls juice—lemme know if you want any other DILFs ✨❤️

[lonelymoonrambles]

I just finished season 5 of deep space nine as a first time viewer and here are my thoughts:

- so we're entering the war seasons huh

- Quark's got game and no one (Odo) can deny it

- Worf, please get over yourself, Jadzia is so hot and so into you

- Ensign Vilix'pran singlehandedly causing overpopulation on the station

- Trials and Tribble-ations!!!! Watched it twice

- as if Kirk wouldnt notice smokeshows Jadzia and Benjamin!!!!! he would flirt with both of them in a second

- Curzon Dax... im obsessed with your passing... getting fucked to death? slay

- quodo camping trip, enemies to loves, huddling for warmth, only one bed(roll), hurt/comfort... i see you ds9 writers

- once again Kira is dating a boring ass white guy (she should date me)

- I'm so proud of Nog, that's all 🥹

- ziyal needs therapy for her daddy issues cause why else would she have a crush on an old gay lizard? who is in fact her father's nemesis???

- Dukat, they could never make me hate you (I hope)

- I'm so sorry Julian! I def would have noticed if you were missing 🥺 ily so much, you looked rlly good with your jail stubble 👉👈

- Julian's parents, they could never make me like you!!! Losers!!!

- ok but Miles talking about his love for Julian to anyone who will listen 😏

- depressed Quark was kinda... 👀 (I have deep issues and I am aware of them) (I can fix him)

- my mom watched "blaze of glory" with me and asked if Sisko and Eddington were best friends

- I need a full length horror movie of Empok Nor, including sweaty crazy Garak

- twice in different eps someone has said "who told you that?" and they just list characters? Polycule going strong I see...

- ok Weyoun! I get it now! Pouty little brat that you are

- Benjamin Sisko, you are cool as hell. And such a petty bitch for leaving your baseball behind for Dukat! 😘

- not 👏 enough 👏 Keiko 👏

[marvelfanfics1]

For Little Troublemakers -

While coming back from Peter's and Strange 's house, the Little!Reader can't help but take one of Little! Peters hoodie because he smells so good 🥹

Daddy Tony is very disappointed that she stole something and when he tries to return it to peter, he tells that it's okay for Little Reader to have it because she gave him her bracelet 👉👈

And the bigs can't help but see how cute their littles are 🥹

Little Lovers

Little Troublemakers Au

Pairing: daddy!Ironstrange x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, flufffff

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Tony was just casually walking past your playroom and had to make a double-take of you. You were sitting on your fluffy carpet with various toys laying around, but what actually got his attention was the big sweater you were wearing.

He did not recognize that one!

Tony knows exactly what's in your closet because he dresses you mostly every day, there's also a drawer with some of his t-shirts and a few hoodies because he knows you love how they smell like him.

The thing is he can't remember a pastel blue one where little paws were splattered on the back.

That was not one of his and neither yours.

"Baby?" he knocked softly on the door frame to get your attention.

You turned your upper half a little and waved at him with a smile.

"Hi, daddy! Look, I got my bunny dressed!" you said and showed him your bunny proudly that was wearing a purple dress.

"She looks great, but can you tell me where you got that hoodie from sweetheart?" he asked while walking over to you, hands in his pockets.

You looked down and fiddled with the end of it. You were afraid that he would get sad that you were wearing a hoodie from someone else and you don't want to hurt his feelings. You love your daddy's clothes but Peter's have such a different texture and smell so good as well, you always think of him when wearing them.

"Uhh...from Peter," you mumbled but Tony heard what you said with how shocked he looked.

"Did you take it with you last time we were visiting?" he asked.

"Yes, but-"

"No buts, that's not good baby, you can't just take something that's not yours. You will give it back to Peter at the weekend, okay?" he raised his eyebrow and you pout a little, nodding your head anyway not intending on making a scene.

"Yes daddy." you sighed and made grabby hands for him. "Up, please?"

Tony gave you a small smile and picked you up, kissing the side of your head, not pushing the subject any further.

⭒⎊🕸️۞⭒

The weekend came quickly and you were knocking excitedly on the front door. It opened a second later and when you saw it was Peter you practically jumped in his arms, giving him a bear hug.

"I missed you lots! We have so many games to play, come!" Peter told you and grabbed your hand, wanting to drag you behind him but a cough from behind you made you stop in your tracks.

"Didn't you forget something, sweets?" Your daddy said, nodding his head to the bag that he was holding.

"Oh...right." you let go of Peter's hand and took your bag, opening it you pulled the baby blue hoodie and Peter's face fell a bit.

Did he do something wrong for you to give it back to him?

"I wanted to give dis back to you." You said and wanted to hand it over to him.

"Why?" he asked, clearly confused. He thought you liked it, don't you like him anymore?

"Hello, little one" Stephen greeted you with a pat on your head and went to hug your daddy, longer than usual, then turned back to you and Peter. "What's going on here?"

"She took one of Peter's hoodies and I'm-" Before Tony could say anything more Peter interrupted him.

"She can have it! Look, she gave me one of her bracelets!" he said proudly and showed his wrist to them where he was wearing one of your self-made bracelets. Peter brought his attention back to you when you hung your head low, the hoodie still in your hands.

Tony and Stephen looked at each other and could've melted on the spot, both their littles were getting along so well and they couldn't be more happy. They watched Peter, who was helping you putting on the blue hoodie, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

He took your hand again and made you twirl around one time. "It looks gweat on you!"

You giggled and Peter now took the chance to take you to his room to finally play all the games he had in mind.

"You know, your little Casanova here is the reason she's a giggling and blushing mess every time I say his name," Tony said while crossing his arms.

"They're faster than us..." Stephen said and turned on his heel, making his way to the kitchen with Tony not far behind.

"Then I guess we have to catch up on them." Tony winked at him.

Since that day they have to keep an eye on you and Peter because Stephen noticed that a lot of Peter's clothes went missing more often and he put two and two together when he found a box full of colorful bracelets. He figured out that probably every time you gift the boy something he exchanges his clothes to return the favor.

It took Tony and Stephen 2 hours to explain to you both that Peter just can't give you all his clothes.

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0% Angel

◥ PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SYNOPSIS: Patrick is obsessed with you and you're gonna pay for this.

◥ WARNINGS: NSFW │ Rough vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), fingering, cum swallowing, Patrick being a dick, unexperienced reader, obsessive and toxic behaviour, degradation kink, minor size kink, daddy kink, praise kink, belly bulge, dirty talk, overstimulation, choking, spanking, pet names.

◥ WORDCOUNT: 3.4k (👉👈)

◥ A/N: As you can see from the title, I was inspired by the song Mr. Kitty - 0% Angel from this American Psycho edit (coz I think the lyrics fits him so perfectly). As always, I hope you like it! 🥰

◥ LINKS: [Sweet like a Cupcake Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Goddamn you Patrick, you thought as someone touched you in the back while you were trying to dance in the middle of the dance floor. You didn’t have any idea why this narcissistic king took you to this place exactly. Oh wait, where else could he have asked you out to other than to the best nightclub in New York City, even though it was busy as hell?

Cursing to yourself, you continued to move to the energetic music when you suddenly heard Patrick’s voice from behind:

“There you are!” He smiled as you turned around, coming closer. “I was looking for ya, Cupcake...”

“Why? What happened?”

“Let's go somewhere private, so we can talk.” He smirked again, but in another way that made your heart flutter. 

He didn’t even give you a chance to say something in response as he took you by the hand, pushing some guys aside who were standing in your way. As you moved through the crowd of dancing people, you were looking at his back and trying to guess - what was he up to this time?

Patrick was suspiciously silent the whole way, and his firm grip made you worry. No wonder, that after a while, you found yourself pressed against the wall of the small private room as he was ravenously attacking your mouth.

“P-Patrick…” You sighed languidly against his lips. 

The way he trapped you in his arms left you almost breathless, and you couldn't make more than gasp through his passionate kisses. With a soft growl, Patrick finally gave you a slight break before he leaned down to your neck, leaving a wet line of hickeys. 

“Is that what you wanted to speak about?” 

“O-oh yes, sweetie,” he crooned as he snuggled harder into you. “I wanted to “speak with ya” from the moment we got here.”

His powerful arms were exploring every part of your shivering form, especially your hips and your ass. Yes, this man was addicted to your pretty body, and he would not stop. You closed your eyes, feeling his big palms sliding under your not-too-short dress when you heard his disgruntled voice.

“What is this?”

“What’s wrong?” You asked confusedly, staring at him from under your lashes. 

“Did I tell ya to take them off when I’m around?” He hissed, pulling on your panties. 

Sighing, you blushed right away as you tried to avoid his gaze but he didn’t let you, fixating you by the chin and forcing you to look into his eyes. Scowling, Patrick touched your lips as if by a chance and then, he moved his hand up to your cheek to pinch it a bit.

“I have no words for how disappointed I am in you for behaving like this,” he clicked his tongue loudly. “But I also must admit, you have such cute cheeks.”

His velvet voice was affecting your body stronger than you thought it could and of course, he wouldn't miss it. With a dark smile on his face, he unexpectedly knelt down to pull up the hem of your dress, causing your legs to shake a bit from his sudden assault.

“What usually happens to the kids when they don’t listen to their parents?” He smirked from his place, petting your right hip shamelessly.

“Why… Why are you even asking?” 

To your surprise, Patrick said nothing - he just cupped your ass and squeezed it a bit too harshly, making you whine from unexpected pain, but he didn’t even notice it. 

“I don’t think ya need them anymore,” he sneered, slowly removing your wet underwear. “Am I right, sweet cheeks? Fuck, you’re dripping so much already.”

Desperately catching the air, you let him pull down your panties, standing still in anticipation of his next move. Tempted by the picture of your exposed body, he palmed the inner side of your thigh, forcing you to spread your legs. Sheepishly, you closed your eyes as you felt his muscular hands moving up and down your shaking hips.

“Baby girl,” he purred, looking at you from below. “So shy, mmhm… So delicate, so innocent…”

With each word he said, Patrick’s face was getting closer to your blushing pussy; his lips twitched in a devilish smirk when he heard your nervous gasps.

“Please, wait,” panting, you leaned onto his shoulders to slow him down a bit. “Someone could see us!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll cover you.” Chuckling, he winked at you, tickling you a little before his hot mouth finally reached the place where you needed him the most.

“P-Patrick, oh, my God…”

Tilting your head, you literally sprawled against the wall behind you, from the way his experienced tongue was painting wet lines against your folds. With a slurping sound, Patrick latched his lips around your clit, alternating between sucking on it and licking it. 

All things he was doing with your body felt like total bliss. However, you still couldn’t completely relax and that pissed him off slightly: “C’mon, Cupcake. Open up for me,” he demanded, grabbing your hips and literally making your straddle his face as he put one of your legs on his broad shoulder. “I know you like this…”

“Patrick…” you nearly begged as his mouth continued to devour your pussy with animalistic hunger. “Someone…someone can get into this room and, a-ah…”

“And what?” He murmured against your tender flesh, swirling his wet tongue around your oversensitive nub.

“They can catch us doing this…” You mewled, flinching in his grasp.

“Oh, dear. Do ya really think that someone can stop me?” he grinned and slapped your ass harshly, squeezing it after and making you squeak from the burning sensation on your skin. “Nothing and no one could ever stand between us, I want you to remember this, Cupcake.”

Puzzled, you didn’t really know how to react on his sudden revelation. To be fair, now you could only think about saving your ability to breathe, that was vanishing with each second of his eager ministrations. 

“Pat…A-aww! I can’t take it…a-ahh, a-any longer…”

You desperately needed to hold on to something and when you didn’t find any other options than his perfect coiffed hair, you just grabbed his soft strands, making them look fluffy almost immediately. Later, Patrick would be definitely so angry about it, but in that moment, you simply didn’t care, feeling nothing but total delight from the way his tongue was fucking your tight hole, along with his beautiful nose rubbing against your clit.

This man knew exactly how to set you on fire, each time you and him got alone together and fuck, he was so good at it. 

“Not yet, my pretty (Y/N),” Patrick teased you and, unfortunately, broke away from your super soaked cunt. “I still have to fuck you.”

Elegantly as ever, he stood up, fixing his suit before he encircled your waist with a light push; his powerful body looked so huge compared to yours, especially when he was looking at you from above.

“Maybe we shouldn't do it?” you watched his long fingers sliding across your face and getting closer to your mouth. “I still haven't adjusted to all these things and …”

Bateman didn’t let you finish, pressing his soft lips against yours and playing with your tongue. You couldn’t help but moan through the kiss, making him grin in satisfaction as he had gotten so addicted to all your innocent reactions.

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll prep you…” he whispered, looking into your eyes. “I’m always eager to take care of my sweet Cupcake…”

Hot bothered, Patrick licked your face from the chin to the cheek and then, as if spellbound, you let his fingers slip into your mouth, suckling them with pleasure. 

“Mmm, good girl.” Before you reacted, his sneaky digits reached your needy core, sliding into it like clockwork. 

“P-Patrick! Mmmh…” 

“Shhh, babe. I got you.” He crooned, leaning to your neck and tickling your earlobe as he pressed you harder against the wall.

Shaking like a leaf, you were instinctively trying to break free from his grip as this whole physical contact was getting too much for you, but Patrick would never allow you to run away from him. Never.

Although, he didn’t plan to make you cum right now, his digits were buried deep inside your feverish cleft, massaging your most sensitive spot and stretching your inner walls so masterfully.

“Baby, look over here,” his palm laid on the back of your neck, forcing you to lean down. “You see? Your tight pussy’s taking my fingers so greedily...I bet she wants more than that, right?”

Timidly, you submitted to his will, watching his skillful digits disappearing in your dripping cunt and that almost sent you over the edge, but Patrick stopped timely once again, perfectly controlling the whole situation.

Later when you heard him undoing his pants, you made a sharp breath and turn your head away; your chest was rising and falling so rapidly as your heart was about to do a flip.

Frowning in anticipation, Patrick briefly stroked your cheek before he grabbed your right leg under your knee, lifting it up and moving to the side a bit. Whimpering quietly, you felt his hard flesh rubbing against your moist pussy as he was smearing your slickness all around his big cock. With a small pressure, he took you by the chin, forcing you to look at him as he pushed himself into your inner channel.

“A-aw, Patrick…” Clawing at his expensive jacket, you had to bite your lip to hold back a loud moan.

“It’s just the tip, baby.” He chuckled, looking down where you were attached to each other.

“But… B-but I already feel so full...”

“I can tell,” growling, he continued to stretch you from the inside, making you squeal and shiver in his brawny arms. “Kinda challenging for this pretty little hole of yours?”

“I… I can say so,” you tried your best to keep talking, but with every inch he made it was getting harder for you even to breathe. “You…A-aw, you’re so b-big.”

“Oh, I know, my cinnamon girl.”

Clinging you securely, he eventually bottomed out into you completely. A muffled moan of pleasure fell from his smirking lips as he was pounding into your shivering body in a steady pace.

“P-Patrick…” you suddenly cried out, breathing heavily as you were about to see stars. “I can’t… I… A-aahh.”

You needed just a few deep thrusts to cum so hard around his beefy cock. Patrick had to shush you with a kiss, pressing you against his solid chest as right now you couldn’t control your body–you were literally drowning in the ocean of pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re milking my dick so good.” He sneered, tugging on your lower lip as he kept fucking you through your orgasm.

“Mhm…daddy.” 

“What?” panting, he froze in shock. “What did you say?”

“N-nothing.” You stammered a bit, feeling yourself embarrassed as never.  

“No, no, no, it doesn't work like that,” he grunted, wrapping his hand around your neck and pulling you closer to have a proper look on you. “Say it again, you dumb little slut!”

Breathing furiously through his red nostrils, he nearly spit out the words, while his hips were slowly meeting yours as his thick cock was still plunged deep inside your pulsating womb.

“I said–daddy!” You gulped, watching his eyes getting even darker with each passing second.

Patrick let out a light chuckle and then, he squeezed your throat, pushing the air out of your lungs. “My, my…a good girl with a dirty mind, huh?”

The things that happened after, you remembered like in a slow-motion movie: 

With no resistance, Patrick turned you around with your face pressed against the wall, your hands were restricted behind your back in his firm grip. The delirious sensation of his hard cock brushing against your cervix soon replaced an unpleasant feeling of emptiness. Then suddenly, he was rocking into you from behind.

“Pat…Patrick, ahh…it’s so deep, mmmh,” Your pitiful wails echoed across the room, which of course could be heard outside. 

Smirking, Patrick only slapped your ass in return, setting up the pace and almost fucking you into the wall. “Huh, I can almost feel my cock in your belly, I bet it feels so good…” He murmured, pressing his hand against your lower abdomen to outline the bulge his beefy shaft was making.

Watching you being so helpless, trembling in his powerful arms, crying out so loud– became his special type of pleasure as he enjoyed every little detail of his dark plan to corrupt you, claim you as his and no one could stop him.

“Aa-ahh, I didn’t expect this sweet little mouth to make such nasty sounds...” he growled in a low voice, watching his dick slipping in and out your creamy pussy. “Mmmh, Cupcake…Maybe we should watch more porn together?”

Patrick spanked your butt once again, before he returned his hand on your neck, squeezing it and making your eyes roll to the back of your head from his merciless thrusting and lack of air.

“A-aww…I’m so close, please…” Your tears were running down to your chin, mixing up with your saliva and falling on the floor.

“If ya really want to cum, keep your hands to yourself,” he husked into your ear, placing his large palm between your shaking legs. “A-ah…Tell me…Tell me that you’re a dirty whore…Who needed to be fucked by daddy so badly?”

“Y-yesss, d-daddy, please…I beg you!”

With a feral noise, Patrick pressed a sloppy kiss on your shoulder, rubbing your throbbing clit between his experienced fingers. And soon, he had to shut your mouth with his hand as a new release washed over you like a tsunami, making your legs give way from the overwhelming sensation of total delight.

“Get on your knees, now!” he suddenly barked, pushing you down by your shoulders. “Open your mouth, slut!”

Lost, you looked up at him, seeing nothing but pure lust, glowing in his brown eyes, realizing that there was no another choice–only full submission. When you did what he said, you felt a searing pain, burning your throat as he was ramming into your mouth at a high pace. Groaning, Patrick was about to crest his high, fixating you by your hair and enjoying the way you were moaning whenever your nose was hitting his pubis.

“Such a nasty little bitch, sucking daddy’s cock so well… f-fuck…” he gasped as his thrusting was getting sloppier with each passing moment. “Gonna cum into your sweet innocent mouth, Cupcake…aaa-ah…”

Whimpering, you had to claw at his hips from the way he was fucking your face, but it didn’t help. With a low muffled growl, he unloaded his warm seed right into your throat and you almost gag onto his cock as he pushed himself as deep as he could, holding you in one place and not letting you move away. 

“Swallow it, (Y/N),” he demanded in a raspy voice, wrapping your hair onto his fist. “Swallow it to the last drop…”

You sobbed but obeyed, trying your best to keep breathing through your nose, and thanking God that Patrick didn’t decide to close your nostrils. Feeling yourself used as never, you stuck your tongue out, showing him your full submission. Although, he tasted so delicious you would never accept it, just as you would never let him know how painfully addicted to him you became.

“Good girl,” he was tucking his shirt with a satisfied smirk. “Go to the ladies' room and get yourself cleaned up. I will wait you downstairs, near the dance floor.”

It has been over 15 minutes since he left; you were still sitting on the floor with your back pressed to the wall. Exhaustion was hitting you so hard, you didn’t even remember how you reached the powder room. Also, you didn't know how long it took you to freshen up yourself, your clouded mind refused to work at all.

When you finally fixed yourself, you got downstairs, searching for Patrick and feeling your head spinning so badly. Holding your forehead, you didn’t notice a random guy walking beside you, bumping into him. 

“Wooo hoooo, what have we here?” He crooned in unpleasantly sweet tone, rubbing his palms.

They way his filthy gaze was tracing all over your body left you completely speechless when you heard Patrick’s grumpy voice: “Hey you! Get out of here before someone gets the wrong idea.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. I get it.”

The guy raised his hands in the air in a surrendering way, before he disappeared in the crowd behind Patrick’s back.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he cupped your face, looking into your eyes. “You know him?”

“No…It was my fault, to be honest. I didn’t see him coming…”

“Forget about it. Lets go to our seats. I will get you something tasty, you must be so hungry. After our little fun…” He cooed with you, encircling your waist as you moved across the dancefloor. 

When you had almost reached your table, an unfamiliar female voice called out suddenly for Patrick. Turning around, you saw a beautiful woman with blonde hair and red lipstick. She was definitely a model–you thought, looking at her from head to toe, noticing how extremely short her black dress was.

“Patrick, I thought I was mistaken.” She smiled at him, pretending you were not here.

“Hello,” he grinned in reply, and there was something wrong in the way they were starring at each other. “Cupcake, go get yourself a drink. I will join you shortly.” Patrick whispered into your ear and handed you some money, as he was gently hugging your shoulders.

“Really?” Was the only thing you said.

“Be a good girl and just do what I say, okay?” 

Slipping out of his grasp, you didn’t know how to react, feeling yourself confused and…bruised.

What was that strange feeling in your chest, was it a fucking wound that he left a long time ago when you first learned about not being the only woman in his selfish life? 

You promised to yourself that you wouldn’t turn around, but you did and something inside you broke from the picture you just saw. You felt a terrible drop in your stomach, watching the way Patrick held that woman in his muscular arms, just like he was holding you some moments ago. 

Sadly, you shook your head and continued your way to the bar, trying so hard to forget the things which couldn’t be forgotten. Not now, not later. He was everywhere: in your mind, in your soul, it seemed like he was even in your blood…

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice that you made it to the bar, looking around like a lost kitten. Tired and exhausted, you took a seat, fumbling with the bills in your hands before you crumpled them with anger, ripping them apart; some tears dropped onto the counter beside you.

“Ma'am, what would you like to drink?” a sudden male voice made you flinch and came back to the reality. “Is something wrong?”

Brushing your tears away, you looked up at the young bartender who was standing across the bar counter. “No, I guess. Everything is fine.”

“That doesn't seem to be true…” he pulled out a small glass from under the counter. “Nobody should be sad, especially pretty girls like you.”

You smiled through the pain, watching him making a shot for you, but you couldn’t tell which one exactly. 

“Here you go,” he put a drink on the counter. “I hope it will cheer you up a bit.”

“Thank you, but I…I’m afraid I don’t have any money to pay.” You looked at the torn bills in your hands.

“Compliments of the house.”

With these words, the bartender walked away to another client, and you were alone once again. After some time, you suddenly caught yourself thinking that you didn’t want Patrick to come back for you… No, you were about to leave this place right now and you didn’t care if he would be so-fucking-angry with your misbehaviour. To make yourself even more brave, you drank a glass in one gulp and then; you thanked the bartender for being so nice and headed to the exit. To be fair, you were so nervous about meeting Bateman on your way to the main door, but thank God you didn’t. 

That was the first time you were coming home alone, and it seemed like you would have to get used to it. Next time you would see him, you let him know–you were not "sweet" anymore. Just like there was no more “Cupcake", and it felt like there never was…

[mikeysbabygirl]

Ken Wakui knew what he was doing when he said Rindou is the second best boyfriend in Tenjiku.

Hear me out, he's all sharp edges, scathing retorts and LITERALLY DISJOINTS PEOPLE'S BONES. But with you... Those sharp edges melt like chocolate during a hot summer day. Before you two started dating, he would throw giant parties, inviting a whole crowd just for the sake of having you in his living room. And from his DJ booth his eyes would not stop crawling back to you, you know just in case someone tries some funny things.

And when you start dating, well he doesn't need those parties anymore. Because you're there, in his bedroom, even, and he's making you listen to the mix he made thinking about you ( but you would never know that). And he stopped going to school, but the path to that highschool knew his feet each and everyday. And Rindou is a hothead, drinking the risk at its roots, but still makes sure you wear his helmet perfectly before taking you on a ride on his bike.

Rindou's the type of boyfriend to spend money like there's no tomorrow, but the only time of the year when he saves some in when your birthday's near, his best girl deserves the prettiest, shiniest, newest golden necklace around her neck.

Yes, Wakui, you're right, Rindou's such a good boyfrien-

-" Look at you, such a fuckin' slut f'me "

Oh... Yeah aha aha... 👉👈

Human's nature is a second skin, and maybe the rough edges were just covered underneath some cotton candy dreams. Because the night comes, the light leaves, and the purple eyes of Rindou turn indigo under the desire, seeing you in your lingerie all waiting on his bed. Shit, the door wasn't even locked, Ran could've walked in, any of his friend's could've walked in. This thought makes his blood boil.

-" you like it when I fuck you like this, don't you ?"

At some point, everything hurts, the ties around your wrists tying you to his bed, his hand squeezing around your throat, his relentless thrusts abusing your poor pussy like it owned him some money, but again, pain and pleasure come from the same root and you've lost count on how many times you've came around him.

-" Fucking answer me. " His hand around your throat tightened, making your mouth form a perfect O shape. " You like it when my cock's ruining this tight pussy ? "

-" Rin'... Don't... Please don't make me say it !"

Shame laced orgasms were waiting at your door, but he likes it, the idea of corrupting you, you in your short pink skirts and your perfect girl's next door reputation.

-" Oh yeah you do. Baby loves being stuffed like... Shit, like my pretty little whore "

Another harsh thrust of him would have you arching your back, and his other hand would pull your hair back to have you looking at him.

-" Keep those fucking addicting eyes o'mme. Fuck, babe. Can't ya see how this pussy's hugging me ? You're such a slut for me... Only me, yeah ?"

His hand squeezes tighter around your throat, bringing your attention back to him.

-" This " you cried as his finger tapped over your over stimulated cunt. "Sweet thing's only for daddy's cock, hm ?"

Animalistic thrusts, ragging breaths, soul devouring desire, all until you're coming undone under him, and your fucked up face is enough. He barely has the time to withdraw before his cum is all over your breasts, some even reaching the necklace wearing his name around your neck.

Rindou reaches for his phone on the nightstand, while his other finger shoves some of his seeds in your mouth, barely leaving you anytime to protest.

-" Smile f'me, lemme keep your pretty face for when I miss the fuckin' love o'mma life. "

Yes, yes Ken Wakui, you're right. Rindou is the perfect boyfriend.

Keeping the picture of his girlfriend, tied to his bed, coated in his cum, finger shoved deep in her mouth as a lock screen.

[writingsofwesteros]

Dad's best friend otto modern au where u show up at his office wearing really short skirts or almost see through button shirts and when he asks what youre doing in his office you'd be like "oh i thought my dad was here🥺👉👈" when he obviously isnt, but youre daddy is here so you end up bent over the table

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Miss Targaryen.” The secretary nodded her head at you; her too sweet voice was sickly and annoying but you still smiled politely before completely ignoring her. “He is in a meeting…” Her words were ignored too as you strolled through the long corridor. Your eyes never leave the large office in front of you.

The too short skirt for such a public outing had you rubbing your thighs together; a pool of desire moving into your stomach. You could imagine your soft breasts were pebbling against the sheer material of your shirt. The first two buttons undone just enough to have attention without being called a whore.

Well, not yet. There was still time, you thought to yourself as a smirk tugged on those soft, plump lips of yours. Your heart was racing in your ear as you clasped your hands behind your back. There was no knock needed as you cheekily opened the door. Your eyes instantly find him.

Your father’s best friend. Otto Hightower lounged in his chair; a phone to his ear as those dark eyes of his found you. The door silently fell shut behind you as you lent against the wall. You listened to him speak in that low, deep voice that would have soaked your lace lingerie if you were wearing any.

He raised his eyebrow as your hand slowly moved down your chest; in between your soft, ample breasts that pushed against your shirt. You blinked so innocently as your hand disappeared under your skirt. Two of your fingers returned with your wetness all over them. “I will call you back.” Otto nearly grunted out.

Your fingers slipped inside your hot mouth and you began to suck. The obscene noises echoing in the now quiet office. “What are you doing here?” Otto asked, trying to keep his composure as his thick cock strained against his suit pants. “I was looking for my dad.” You whispered out; stepping closer now. 

“He is not here.” Otto hummed, “I imagine you knew that.” He continued and watched as you stood just in front of him now. “I suppose I came to visit my daddy.” You whispered into his ear; softly nibbling on his earlobe. His hand grabbed at your arse without thought. “Turn around.” He ordered you.

A soft gasp escaped you as you followed without thought. Excitement bubbling inside you as you turn. His hand slapped your arse as he pulled your skirt up. “Whore.” He groaned and spread your legs apart. The quick movement had you falling onto his desk. Your soft breasts pushed against it.

“Yours..” You whimpered out. Your heart racing in your ears as he spreads your soaked folds apart. He slapped your clit again and again whilst watching your body jolt. “Fucking be quiet.” He ordered; pinching your clit in punishment. Gods, this was just what you needed, you thought as you bit your fist.

“Coming in here whilst I’m working.” Otto began to mutter to himself, which your heart only pounded harder. You heard the sound of his belt undoing as your legs began to shake now. “You are going to leave here with my cum dripping down your legs.” He leaned over you to whisper in your ear.

“Daddy..please…” You whimpered out; your legs shaking whilst Otto only chuckled. You knew a smirk would be on his face. Your eyes widened at the feel of his fat head against your soaked folds. “Next time you come here; I’ll leave the door open for everyone to see.” He darkly promised before roughly pushing inside you. 

His hips rocked instantly as his thrusts quickened. “Yes ..yes ! Oh fuck..” You began to scream out. Your eyes rolling back whilst his hands roughly grabbed at your arse, spreading your cheeks. “Fuck, good girl…my good girl.” Otto purred down at you, watching a creamy ring form around his cock.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” He taunted and thrust harder; pushing you up and down the desk as well as his cock. “Yes, yes…wanted you, needed you.” You whined; tears falling down your cheeks now as you hiccuped in pleasure. “You are ruining my pants.” Otto purred; his fingers drenched from your wetness by only touching your soaked pussy for a moment. It was enough.

Enough for two of his fingers to move over your perky arse before slipping them inside you. “Oh..oh, god…Daddy…” You cried out; tightening around his cock. The obscene sounds echoing around his office. You were so close; everything was tingling as you whined and whimpered. His fingering only quickened as his cock pushed against your spongy spot each time.

“Dirty girl.” He hummed, forcing a third finger inside you that finally pushed you over the edge. Your eyes blurred as you nearly passed out. White, hot pleasure ripped through you and had you squirting around his still pounding cock. His hand moved to your hips and kept pushing you back on his cock.

You were babbling absolute nonsense now. Your whole body shaking as he quickened all his movements. Drool easily falling from your mouth as you had to keep a hold of the desk. “Fucked you dumb, already?” Otto hummed; his thrusts turning sloppy now. His fat head was still pushing onto your spot before he finally released.

His cum filled you deeply as he stayed inside you. His fingers still moved whilst his smirk only widened. “Good girl..cum for me again.” He taunted; knowing you were so sensitive now. His free hand snaked around your stomach and began to tap on your weeping pussy. “You wanted to be a big girl..cum!”

You jolted with each tap that progressively got harder and harder as your walls fluttered around his cock; milking him for all he was worth. He changed movements and began to harshly rub your weeping pussy. His hand was completely soaked now as the sounds echoed around the room once more.

“Daddy” You screamed out; squirting around him once more. He pinched your clit again and again to prolong your pleasure before slowing bringing everything to a stop. “Good baby.” Otto purred; leaning in again. His mouth softly finds yours and gives you the sloppiest of kisses. Your tongues finding each other as you easily submitted to him.

“Now..clean me.” He whispered. Gods, you knew it wasn’t over. He gently removed himself from you before lounging back on his seat. Your shaking body slowly moves to kneel. “I have a meeting now…you will keep me warm, won't you?” He purred but gave you not time to answer as he pushed your head down onto his cock.

[descimatedpiggydreams]

it’s interrogation you ask for? *cracks my knuckles, purple orbs shining with determination* It’s interrogation you shall receive!!!

Why did miss piggy leave you?

What is this rough patch you mention?

Where is she now?

Do you eat pork?

Do you wear felt?

What are your opinions on number four?

thoughts on gonzo batman?

smash or pass Denise? (I mean she is a muppet pig who is an ex of Kermit 👀)

preferred weapon and or dark magic spell of choice?

body count (in the murder sense ofc)

that’s it *blushes and twirls hair cutely)* If um if you’d like to answer of course hey 👉👈

Do you have a preferred weapon of choice?

none of your fucking buissness, dickwad. and she didnt fucking leave me!!!!! shes going through a tough time, ok???? have some respect....

once again, NONE OF YOUR BEEZ WAX!!!! sigh...

I DONT FUCKING KNOW OK??? I THINK SHE SAID SOMETHING ABOUT HTE OLD FUCKNG APARTMENT BUT THAT CANT BE RIGHT I DONT KNOW!!!

no of course I dont. I am vegatarian. but more.

no.

did not respond to me. I am hurt. also, they seem kinda crazy tbh.

cowardly and pedestrian, but cute in the silent and somewhat sane way.

hello, Denise @descimatedcroakernightmares.... PASS. I am LOYAL!!!! (not here kitten whiskers, daddy will discuss it later...) ((written in green since ahem, my lovely but somewhat possessive wife is colourblind and also refuses to read anything in green due to YOU KNOW WHO.))

testiculour torsion. also works on ovaries. that, and my words. which are my weapons.bec cause im Edgar Allen poes great nephew.

69 and 2. you can figure out which is in which sense.

yes, aside form those listed in 9, I also enjoy hot wax and acrylics.

[holybibly]

I hope you had a wonderful time, mommy. I missed you. I've been an obedient bunny 👉👈

What can I say, obedient bunnies deserve special attention, don't they? But I wonder what my bunnies have been up to in my absence?

How is my little sugar cult? If you've cheated on me, I'll find out, you know I hate to share. All the bunnies are mine alone.

Personally, I had a wonderful time in Italy, apart from the terrible heat which melted me faster than ice, I'm still too gentle to spend time outside of a silk bed. I guess I'm the most domestic of girls at heart. I also definitely went on a real royal shopping and at some point I realised that I really need a "real" sugar daddy, so if anyone is willing to pay my bills, my DM is always open.

I've also really missed blogging and writing, I've got so many ideas in my head and I'm ready to pamper and spoil my bunnies. And overall I'm happy to have had a break, I've got my energy back and really taken a break from all the problems in the world. I think we all need a break from time to time.

Someone asked about this stupid list I've been put on, and to answer that, I don't think it's anything worthy of my attention. For those people who like to spread toxic vibes, I'd like to remind you that I'm here for fun and to make friends, and yes, I do it completely free of charge. And honestly, it's not my problem that some people can't flirt and can't handle my attractiveness.

So don't even think about it my bunnies, enjoy your time, find beauty in the little things, make new friends and just be happy that we all live at the same time and have a unique opportunity to get to know each other and get closer to people who share not only your interests but also your thoughts.

[allhailwiggly]

okay now i've had some time to process and stop hysterically laughing here are my actual thoughts on hey, melissa!

everyone who said this is bad is a coward. this FUCKED. like do i ever want to see it again?? doubtful. but it was still really good!!!

honestly this might be the scariest nmt ep. there's a lot of nmt eps where even tho i really like them they do make me sort of sit back and go like that wasn't actually scary though? but THIS?? hell yeah babey finally some good fucking horror

i think this is the only nmt ep without any supernatural or sci fi phenomena???? which is WILD. my girl melissa doesn't need any of that shit to be fucked up #girlboss

i like to think that in at least one world melissa and grace are best friends. the absolute havoc they'd wreak,,,,,,,,,

man i'd missed the s1 format so MUCH like i love the way s2 got to be edited and it definitely makes them easier to follow but i missed seeing everyone absolutely lose their shit in the background (like you cannot tell me that daddy wouldn't be 10 times better with the cast reacting)

mariah's such a good singer that i tend to forget she's also an amazing actress. sorry queen you are terrifying. i still want kim to play the next musical villain but god mariah needs to be a main villain at some point too please maybe they can be villains together

mr jeff blim sir i know you're busy but i swear to god if you guys just wrote and quietly dropped a hey, melissa! song it'd be so fucking funny

i still think melissa's hot. if anything she's hotter now. sorry 👉👈

[roleplayhonestybox]

M×M rp stuff.

my biggest ick and usually will stop rping with you, is if you mix ooc and ic :) are we stupid? Lets be normal story tellers pls.

Stop pls stopp expecting me to rp some basic ass big dom rough daddy master sex god because I said I'd like to rp my more dominate ocs. Its okay for the dominant one to be a normal guy :)

Pleese please stop saying your oc is a certain way just to change their entire personality. (And physical description ? )

Why is it that your oc was a normal guy throughout the rp, but then after my oc doms him in a nsfw scene, suddenly his personality changes into him being a whiny subby crybaby that always wants attention? But 👈👉 wait 👈👉 what?? I thought he was the quiet, brooding, strong type, why is he now a cheeky sassy femboy 👈👉 did I miss something ?? My oc is still himself.. why is yours an entire different character? Why is he looking 'up' to mine when they talk? Did you forget they're the same height??

Im all for character developement but- not someone developing into an entire new person??? Who SHRUNK in height?? 🤚 stop it sir

Are we dumb? Do we not know that there doesn't have to always be a stigma attached to the positions our characters take? Top doesnt have to equal rough tough guy, bottom doesn't have to equal pushover little guy.

Another vent I want to get off my chest. I have to say I still enjoy having my ocs take the dom role, but recently, some of yall are some me me me me, taking, no giving ass idiots who lie about stupid stuff 😔 So it makes me want to completely remove the nsfw element from our rp.

Sometimes with CC x OC, get away from meee with this nonesense!! Your oc has nothing to offer and is just a SUB/BOTTOM. Which is fine, but damn! at least move the plot forward -> have an idea of a plot. I know how it can be trying to come up with an interesteing plot so I don't judge, but one things for sure, even with a bad plot I'll still liven it up best way I can. Even when I do that, the other person puts no effort into their already boring plot that im trying my best to make interesting. Just makes me sad.

Also, ocs can be sexual with one another, it doesn't have to always end in penetrative sex!!!! Stooop

now that i got that off my chest I feel better, because I really enjoy a lot of my rps soo much, just a few ppl frustrated me and I had to express myself! Sorry if it came off negative. Just hope someone can relate to this.

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[itz-wanderer]

What would Yagami and the Boys will react when they heard Reader was pregnant? 🥺👉👈

Hello! Thank you for requesting! Also I tried my best to write it the same length for each characters, I REALLY DID, but it's hard 😔 so yeah, here it is!

Hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻

Yagami Squad when they heard their s/o is pregnant

Yagami Takayuki

- Thanks to his profession as a Detective, he’s used to observing people’s change in behaviors, including yours. That’s why when you tried to hide your pregnancy from him, he noticed it right away and asked you about it. You were planning to hide this fact from him but nah, this was the moment.

- When you showed him the positive pregnancy test, his eyes widened in surprise, sure he knew something was off but he never knew he was going to be a dad this soon!

- The first few seconds of silence made you gulp nervously, a soft smile plastered on his face, and he embraced you tightly while whispering “I love you” and “Thank you”.

- As much as he wants to stay home with you, he still has to do his job as a detective but he makes it a routine to kiss you and your belly before he goes to work, you could feel the baby communicating with you by its little kicks.

- If he’s already this protective with you before the pregnancy, he’d be even more protective once the baby arrives! He even told Kaito and the others to look after you in case he’s busy with his detective job.

Kaito Masaharu

- He’s a passionate man and lover, who likes to express his love in every possible way, that’s why when you’re holding the positive pregnancy test he’s bursting with happiness. He’s smiling from ear to ear. He even throws his fist in the air and exclaims “Yes! Finally! I knew we could do it!” Afterall, the one who suggested for a baby was him and you were happy for you both.

- He’ll keep you safe, healthy, and satisfied with everything he can do. If he sees you carrying heavy stuff around, he’s going to grab it from your hands in an instant and tell you to sit and rest . “No no, I personally don’t think it’s good for our baby, how about you sit and rest, love?”, which is gonna end up with you complaining but agreeing in the end.

- He never forgets to tell how beautiful you are every single day, don’t even think about mentioning you look fat now and not as pretty as you look before. “Wha- baby, you’re carrying my child and you always look beautiful in my eyes.”

- He obviously can’t wait to have a kid running around the house calling him “daddy”, seeing their first steps and hearing their first words, the little creature would be the perfect symbol of your everlasting love.

Toru Higashi

- In conclusion, this man knows you better than yourself, he’s always aware of why you’re sick, when you’re on your period and how to comfort you. So when you starting to have these pregnancy symptoms like feeling nauseous and missing your periods, he had his own guess until you proved his guess was right by showing him the positive pregnancy test.

- He starts by pulling you in his warmth, a soft kiss on your lips and then your belly, you’ve always wanted to have children with him and seeing his reactions just made your determination stronger. For the rare times of him smiling, this is one of those moments where he smiles, he is definitely telling his aniki first before others. He won’t even let strangers get too close worrying they might bring harm to you in some or the other way.

- He becomes a lot more caring than before, if you crave something out of nowhere, he’ll definitely get it for you even if it’s midnight. In other words, anything you want, you get.

- He always thought he was so lucky to have you as his wife and this memory will be forever etched in his memory along with other fun ones with you.

Fumiya Sugiura

- “Is this… a pregnancy test?” Is the first sentence he said when you showed him the positive results. You gulped down, nodding nervously.

- “NO WAY, I’M GOING TO BE A DAD? WAIT, I NEED TO TELL EVERYONE ABOUT THIS!” He exclaimed loudly, that isn’t the reaction you had expected but it makes you feel better. He already sent a text to Yagami and the others at this point.

- The next thing he does is pulling you into a hug and kiss you. He grabs your shoulder for reassurance and blabbers about how he’s going to be a dad, whether the baby inside is gonna be a pretty girl like you or a cool guy like him, planning your baby room, what clothes are needed. “Y/N honey, should we go to the baby store after this?”

- He’s literally pacing back and forth around the room blabbering about the baby with teary eyes of excitement, repeating himself a few times about how proud he is of you and how thankful he is.

- He starts to kneel down in front of you to be on your belly’s height so he can embrace you that way and whisper things to the baby inside to be a good kid.

[alvojake]

OK I WANNA KNOW YOU BETTER SO HERE I GO WITH MY LIST OF QUESTIONS (don't be creeped out please 💀)

Where are you from 👉👈 Im from Southern India!

An Skz and Enha member you would choose to cheat on MinJake with? for me it's JayChan daddy issues lol. Also the fact that I'm probably cheating on Minho and Jake like four days a week lmao LOOK I CAN EXPLAIN-

Also wanted to let you know I associate you with this comet emoji ☄️ cause you're so hot you're burning up (Mona rizz)

me creeped out?? NEVER 😙

I'm from the US! the Midwest to be exact!! (it's not all ppl think it's cut out to be I promise 💀)

as for the members I would cheat on MinJake with.... on a normal day HeeHan but we also have WonIN (I'm a dedicated homie hopper) who said that? 🫢 wasnt me....

oooou the comet emoji is new, but I like it 🤭 and if its any consolation you remind me of this emoji 🧩 because you're the missing piece I need (kay rizz)

[sashiavi]

can I ask why you don't write for neuvillette? I'm not trying to complain or anything I'm just genuinely curious 🥹🥹 I thought that he fit in your liking *ahem* hybrid *ahem*

if you dont want to answer thats totally fine🫶🫶

have a great day/night and remember to stay hydrated dear<3<3<3

Hydration nation always going strong 💦

Tbh I actually don't have a 'good' reason as to why I don't - weirdly I'm just not interested in him all that much, I also don't know his character that well (highkey behind in the main quest)

I do love his voice though </3 Ray Chase my Sukuna Choso daddie

Maybe one day you'll find me writing about him lmaoo - My mind is always open hehe

Controversial take >v> I don't particularly care for Zhongli either idk what is it with those dragon boys I just </3 they're not feral enough 😔 stop being so civil smh - I tried writing him a bit for kinktober but it really didn't feel right skdbsks (even Dan Feng in hsr I much prefer Dan Heng idkidkkk)

I do usually like dragon tropes - Being apart of their hoard, getting lowkey taken hostage, size, hybrid good stuff

Tysm for the ask pookie boo 👉👈 I been missing you 💕💗 sorry for the ramble ehehee