#move with me. Marry me. Have my babies.”

[yapdad]

the only drawback to making kento a father is the lack of 'alone time' you now get.

he was made to be a dad, there’s no doubt about it. he’s the perfect contender, stern but patient and understanding and so infatuated with fatherhood that you almost don’t mind the nightly interruptions.

almost. the sound of little padding footsteps leading up to your closed bedroom door gives you a trauma response now. how your husband can hold himself above you, inches away from dipping inside your sweet center, and still remain kind-eyed and cheery when your daughter starts banging on the shut door to be let in is beyond you.

he's a good man. you hate him for it.

maybe you just need sex. you've been deprived of your husband's body for so long that you're going stir crazy, in a sense. he did marry you with a vow of servitude, after all.

thank god for takuma and his wide eyes. he looks like a deer in headlights as he stands at your front door, a huge bag of toys and snacks and just-in-case diapers in one hand and your daughters tiny hand wrapped around two fingers of his other hand. she beams up at uncle ino, ready to spend a night away from home (and get unreasonably spoilt in the process).

"no snacks after her teeth are brushed. and she's developed a penchant for climbing—don't let her do that. and if she comes home with even a mark, ino, i will be breaking each and every last one of your bones, starting with the toes and moving upwards until i reach your—"

"i think he gets the point, love," you place a gentle hand on your husbands tense bicep. "please stop threatening to snap takuma's bones."

ino, who is probably going over his last will and testament in his head, forces a grin. "loud and clear, she's safe with me."

"mhm," your husband can only eye him for so long before your daughter is tugging uncle ino away and leaving the two of you in the foyer.

finally alone. just you, your husband, and his teething paranoia. he's darting to the front window and peeking through it like a yappy dog would as their owner leaves. it’s cute. you feel bad for the future-teenage version of your daughter, who will have to deal with a man like kento nanami as her father. but now she’s just a baby and in the safe (albeit shaky) care of uncle ino, and you are vying for an orgasm or six.

“ken, honey."

his eyes are stuck outside.

"kento."

still stuck. you never thought the other woman would be sporting butterfly clips and drool as a statement piece.

"oh my fucking god kento nanami if you do not fuck me right now i will take that little sword of yours and stick it so far up your— oh hi."

he's standing in front of you before you know it, with your face held firmly in his hands and an awfully stern look on his face.

"my love," he drags his thumb from your cheek, down to your bottom lip. "first of all, i have every intention of ravaging you until you're so full of me that you don't have the mind to beg for more. and second, it's more of a cleaver than a sword."

"okay nerd," you pull your man into a deep kiss, one much more intimate than you've been allowing yourself of late. kento takes the lead easily, slipping his tongue past your lips in a way he'd never dare to do over the breakfast table.

before you can register your movements, the two of you are stumbling like drunk teens up to your bedroom, a garment of clothing lost with each step to the door. you loosen your husbands tie and drop it to the ground, and he manages to unclasp your bra just as his back hits the bed and you're falling on top of him in a mess of gross kisses and shared laughter.

it's sweet, until kento tires of the homely teasing and flips you over to press his heavy body (and even heavier cock, it seems) against yourself. your legs part naturally, as they will ever do for the man you love, and kento trails kiss after kiss from your neck all the way down to the dripping mess of your cunt.

when he latches his lips to your clit you gasp and shoot your hand down to his hair. he loves it being pulled, admitted to you after a drink too many that he finds in degrading in a way that is only pleasurable coming from you: he's sensitive to that sort of stuff, so you tug lightly at his blond locks until your fingers snag against something hard.

"what's in your hair?" you manage between moans as ken savours his most favourite meal.

he pulls away for a second, resting his cheek against your parted (and already shaky) thigh as you comb through his hair with your fingers once more and pullout not one, but two hot pink butterfly clips that you were looking for only this morning.

"oh," your husband smiles when he sees them. "i got a princess makeover last night. i stopped her before she could go looking for makeup but she did manage to find those."

"they suit you," you smile, and clip them back into his hair. it look silly, but it keeps his hair from sticking to his forehead in the heat of things, so you look past the glitter. "you're a good dad, you know?"

kento presses a kiss to your clit, which has your breath hitch in your throat, before rising up to climb over you once again. his cock is heavy and pulsing with heat as it rests against you, but ken denies himself for a moment in favour of pressing a very sweet kiss to your lips. you can taste yourself on his smile.

"thank you for making me a dad," he kisses your cheek next, and then your forehead. "and thank you for everything else you have given me in our marriage."

"all those orgasms..." you muse, which earns you a small laugh from your lover.

"oh indeed," he reaches down and lines himself up with you. "you always know just how to set the mood. very sentimental, you are."

"it's what you married me for," you lift your hips a little to help your husband in. "isn't it? you just love the way i—oh god, ken."

he pushes into you niiice and slow, feeling the way you stretch around him. it's been a while, so the usual ache of accommodating his unfair size is more of a burn this time through, but kento's lips against your neck are a nice distraction. he's slow and sweet and so in love with you that you can feel it in the way he fills you up. or maybe you're just delusional from the dick.

"love the way you feel," he finishes your sentence. drawing his hips back only a little to get you used to his movements, he presses his next kiss to your shoulder. "love the way you look."

"you don't need to flatter me. you're already inside of me."

kento bites the skin of your shoulder and picks up the pace to really start fucking you. "love the way you can take a compliment without being a smartass about it."

"god, kento," you can only manage a few words before he's adjusting his thrusts to brush against your g spot with each movement in and out. "it's so much."

"i love how well you take me," he goes on. "i love your heart. and i love your body. and i love your idiotic jokes. and i love how you smell."

"ken..."

"and i love—" kento runs a hand down your left arm to take your hand in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips before pressing a long kiss to your wedding band "—how i'm all yours."

not his, yours. he's made it very clear since your first date (which was more of a study-situation than anything, that he is all yours. your property. your lover. your shoulder to cry on and your life partner and the man who would burn down cities for you and your kid.

and the only man who could fill you this deep and still be romantic about it. he fucks you like that until your legs are locked around his waist and you're begging him to fill you up with his load.

and of course he obliges, because anything you ask for he will give you enthusiastically. he rubs your clit until you're blanking on your own name and cumming in beautiful synchronisation with him. kento spills deep inside of you with a breathy groan and even then still manages to fuck you through your orgasm until he's softening inside of you and you're trying ultra hard not to cry from the overwhelming love (and pleasure) you're feeling.

and as he holds himself over you, smiling down at you like he didn't just possibly breed you out again, all you can do is look up at him with teary eyes and laugh at the ridiculous pink butterfly clips on his head.

"you're so pretty," you giggle, reaching up between your sweaty bodies to tap on the clips. "my manly husband."

"god," he groans, dropping his head down to your chest. you laugh some more, now with an even better view of his accessories, until he steals your laughter altogether with a sharp bite to your nipple.

"ow, fuck! that is not how a princess behaves."

"you are going to be the death of me."

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

Mother

BangChan x fem! reader. 9th member.

(Sorry if this is at all cringy or stupid or whatever. After the last fic I made for these guys, I thought about making this. After seeing how well received my other fic was, I decided to go ahead with making this. I'm kind of enjoying this whole Motherly 9th member thing that I'm doing. Thank you for enjoying my stories.)

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update.

Summary: You're the mother of the group, and the boys have no problem playing into the role.

You have been a part of Stray Kids since the beginning. You were Chan's right-hand woman and second in command. Your dynamic was very Husband and Wife. Father and Mother. You were quickly deemed the ‘Mother’ of the group. Due to how nurturing you were and how sweet you were with the boys. Stay was quick to pick up on how you and Chan worked so well together, especially when it came to taking care of your seven boys. 

With your motherly role, it was only natural for your Skzoo to be a bear, that despite her having an actual name, she and you were both dubbed ‘Mama Bear’. And much like you, your Skzoo was often seen being motherly to the rest of the Skzoos. She could be seen cheering on Puppym when he danced and always giving BbokAri hugs, or breaking up fights between Leebit and Jiniret.

Of course, the boys themselves all played into this whenever they pleased. Felix and I.N. were the two who played into it the most. They had you wrapped around their fingers, and they knew it. They got away with more than they should. But they were your babies, so it was okay. You loved all the boys. You always made sure to be there when they needed you. All nine men were your world. So you always wanted to show them that and to show how much you loved and appreciated them. You were incredibly proud of each and every one of them.

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Chan let out a small sigh as he sat down. You were all in the middle of dance practice. For now, though, you were all having a ten-minute break. Chan's eyes watched you as you grabbed some water bottles, handing them to the boys sprawled out on the floor and couches. 

You turned to look at Chan, who quickly opened his arms for you. You made your way over to him and sat down next to him, letting him wrap his arms around you. You handed him his water before opening your own and drinking some of your water. The room was quiet for a moment. The only sounds were panting, groaning, and water bottles opening. Everyone had worked really hard.

“Ah! I think I'm dying.” Hyunjin groaned out as he draped himself across I.N.'s lap. Innie was quick to push Hyunjin off of him.

“Die over there.” I.N. let out a small huff as he watched Hyunjin place a hand on his heart, acting wounded.

Changbin got up and walked over to Hyunjin and pulled his body close to him. “I'll save you! Mouth to mouth will help.” Changbin puckered his lips and slowly moved closer to Hyunjin’s face. 

Hyunjin slapped a hand on Changbin's face and pushed him away. “Yah, no.” He backed away, but Changbin followed. 

“I'll make it better. Let me love you!” Binnie's voice was getting louder. 

Hyunjin jumped up and ran to the opposite side of the room. Changbin wasn't far behind as he ran after the taller male, arms open. “Come back! We're married!” 

Hyunjin took cover behind Felix and Han. Which then sent Changbin into a full game of trying to catch at least one of the three. Soon enough, all seven boys were playing. I.N. got dragged into the game by Felix. Seungmin got dragged in by I.N. Han used Minho as a shield, only to have the tables turn when Binnie caught Minho, who in turn immediately caught Han. Everyone was laughing, shouting and having fun. Hyunjin let out a scream whenever he was almost caught.

You and Chan watched the boys with smiles on your faces. 

“They're yours when they're this loud.” Chan told you with a small shrug of his shoulders as he turned to look at you.

You grinned. “No. They get their loudness from you. They get their fun side from me, though.” 

Chan let out a gasp. “I'll have you know, I'm the fun parent.” 

You let out a laugh. “Mmhm, sure you are.” You gently bumped your shoulder against him. “I think bossy suits you better.”

Chan's eyes went wide. “Yah! Take that back.” He said as he moved closer to you.

“Nope.” You wiggled out of his arms and jumped up. 

Chan got up and took a step towards you. You turned and ran off. Chan quickly chased after you. And so the nine of you all chased each other. The thought of practice quickly escapes you all. Chan would have caught you if it wasn’t for Binnie accidentally running into him whilst he was chasing Seungmin. 

Ten minutes passed of pure fun, of everyone trying to grab each other and tripping over one another. Chan did manage to catch you, peppering your face in kisses after he did so. Eventually, though, it was time to work again. 

Chan clapped his hands together. “Alright! Let’s get back to work!” He called out loudly to get everyone’s attention. 

The boys all stopped but complained. They were just having too much fun. 

“Don’t make me have to ask for the AMV.” He told the groups. 

Han frowned in confusion. “The AMV?”

Chan gestured towards you. “Angry Mother Voice.” That was enough to get the boys into their starting positions. 

Chan walked past you, and your hands connected in a high five. “Works every time.” You told him happily.

He kissed your cheek and nodded in agreement. “They hate making their mother raise her voice.” He winked and walked over to the music. Soon enough, the nine of you were dancing in sync. 

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It was Mother’s Day. A day meant for celebrating mothers. The boys all had plans to call their mothers that day. You were on tour, so spending the day with their mothers sadly wasn’t an option. So, FaceTime was the next best thing. Thankfully, though, they were all able to make plans for when you all returned home. 

You blinked awake. You took a moment before rolling over. Chan had an arm wrapped around you. His free hand ran through your hair. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Morning, baby.” He spoke quietly.

“Morning, my love.” You replied to him with a soft smile on your face. You stretched and slowly sat up. 

“I don’t want to get up.” He told you with a small whine. 

You let out a soft giggle. “I know. But I would love to get breakfast.”

The moment you said those words, the door to your bedroom opened and in piled the other seven members of the group. Leeknow stood in front with a tray full of food. Hyunjin was holding your favourite flowers. Whilst Felix had a big gift in his hands for you. 

“What’s all this?” You asked in confusion. 

Minho set the tray on your lap. “Can’t we do something nice for you?” He asked you in an almost offended tone.

“Of course you can.” You said softly as Hyunjin and Han got to work putting a vase and the flowers on your desk.

“Thank you, boys.” You looked at the food to see all your favourites. There was even some of Felix’s brownies on a separate plate.

Chan sat up and reached over to grab a strawberry, only for Minho to slap his hand away. “Yah! That’s not for you.” 

Chan looked at you. “Geez, nice to know who the favourite is.” You laughed and gave him a strawberry. 

You happily ate the food as the boys all lounged around your room, doing as they pleased. You all talked about the upcoming day. They were all excited for the concert. You may have been a little sneaky. You knew the boys were upset about not getting to spend Mother’s Day with their mums. So you organised everything and were able to fly their parents out for the show.

The boys didn’t know. Well, Chan knew what the surprise was. He only found out because he walked in on you whilst you were calling his mother to talk about it all. So he had decided to help you plan everything. He even split the costs with you, saying he wanted to help. The parents were going all be together, in the perfect place, so they could sit down, so that the boys could spot them.

You finished eating your food and thanked the boys once again. 

“Here, open this.” Felix excitedly said as he held up the present. 

Minho took the tray from you and set it to the side so that Felix could put the present on your lap. You carefully opened it, only to be greeted by a beautiful painting. It was one of the nine of you. A painting of one of your favourite pictures. You were all at the beach. You and Chan were sitting on a blanket, watching the sun set as you shared strawberries. Leeknow and Han were sitting on the sand making a sandcastle with I.N., who was sipping on his favourite drink. Seungmin was being chased by Changbin. Finally, Felix and Hyunjin were both in the water, not to deep but enough to have fun. 

“Hyunjin painted it. But it was Seungmin’s idea. Ayen and I found the picture for Jinnie to recreate.” Changbin said with a smile on his face.

“I love it. Thank you so much. Jinnie, this must have taken ages. Thank you.” You were proud of his art skills. “I think I’ll put it above the bed.” You said with a soft nod, panning to put it up later. 

Chan opened the top drawer of his bedside table and pulled out another present. You once again opened it. There in your hand is a pretty, velvet red box. You then opened the box and smiled. Inside was a necklace with all eight boys' names on it and what you assumed were their birthstones. Plus your birthstone in the centre. 

“It was Han and Felix’s idea for this one. But Minho and I went to get it done.” Chan told you with a small nod of his head. 

“Chan,” You spoke softly. It hadn’t clicked in your mind yet why they were doing this. “You do know it’s not my birthday, right. I appreciate the gifts. Thank you.” 

Chan shrugged. “We know. We just wanted to show you how important you are to us.” He said, taking your hand in his. He gently kissed your knuckles. 

After hugging each of the guys, you eventually had to get up. You showered, happily humming to yourself. When you made it back to your room, the painting was already above your bed. You got changed, and soon you were all off to start the day.

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It was later that night. The concert was in full swing. You were about halfway through. Your outfit suited you perfectly, and you felt comfortable. You had on the necklace that Chan had given you that morning. By this point, the boys had all spotted their parents.

There you all stood in the middle of the stage. Chan waved to everyone as I.N. and Changbin sneaked off backstage. You didn’t notice as Leeknow was distracting you with jokes. 

“Everyone knows what day it is today. So from all of us, we want to say Happy Mother’s Day to all the mums out there.” Chan spoke into his microphone. “Especially to our mums who are thankfully here watching us today, all thanks to one very special lady.” He turned to look at you. 

You blinked up at him and lightly smacked his chest. “Yah! I told you not to tell them it was me.” You whined it as you bounced lightly on the spot.

Chan chuckled and shook his head. “We also wanted to celebrate said special lady, for stepping in as a mother for the boys whilst they're away from their mum’s.” 

Han placed his hands on your shoulders and shook you lightly. 

You let out a shocked laugh. “But, today is about mum’s. I’m not an actual mum. I just pretend to be.” You told the boys in confusion. 

“We know and we want to show you how much we appreciate your efforts. You’ve been looking after these boys since day one. You’ve been parenting them alongside me, watching them grow. I know you’re not their mum. But you’re the next best thing, Sweetheart.” Chan took your hand in his gently. 

Tears filled your eyes. “Chan. You’re gonna make me cry.” Your bottom lip trembled. 

Minho couldn’t help but smile. “You’re always making sure I’m fed whilst I’m busy feeding everyone else. You always get excited to listen to me talk about my cats. You always make sure I’m taking breaks when I’m focused on dancing. You always make time to listen to my worries,” He gently patted your back.

Changbin and I.N. made their way over to a spot on the stage. They placed a small table down and placed a cake on top of it. They then made their way over to you. Binnie took Leeknow’s spot and hugged you tight.

“You helped teach me to cook. It took a while, but I’m getting there. You’re always encouraging me at the gym. Even if you don’t like working out, you’ll do it because it means spending time with me in a place that’s second nature to me.” Binnie pulled away from the hug and wiped away some of the tears that had begun to fall. 

Hyunjin then came to your other side. “I know you send my mum clips of me dancing when we’re in rehearsal. I know you have a group chat with all of our moms to keep them updated about us, so they don’t miss out on anything. Thank you. You spoil me rotten, and I don’t think I’ve ever really told you how much I appreciate it. You keep buying me all these amazing art supplies. You’re always making sure I’m not too hard on myself when I can’t get a step right. You always play into my dramatics and let me get away with acting like a complete fool.” He held your hands in his and squeezed them gently. 

“How do you know about that?” You asked him as you squeezed his hands back. 

“Ayen’s mum told him. He said that she told him she was happy he had so many people taking care of him. That you were filling a role in his life that he needed in person. They can’t always be here; you can. So you fill the role we need from you. Friend, Sister, Mother, Mentor, Cheerleader. You don’t even realise you’re doing it.” You quickly hugged Hyunjin and smiled up at him through your watery eyes. 

“You boys are the sweetest.” You told him with a small giggle. 

“We’re about to get sweeter,” Han said from behind you. He moved and hip bumped Minho out of the way. Minho immediately hip bumped him back. 

Han gripped onto you to keep his balance. “Anyway. You’re one of the best pillows I’ve ever had. You’re always so gentle when you wake me up. You never want to startle me awake. I’m grateful for that. I know you always put extra food on my plate when I’m not looking. You’re always there when my anxiety takes over or when I have a panic attack. Thank you.” He then gave you a tight side hug. 

Hyunjin stepped to the side as Felix came bouncing over to you. He immediately wrapped you in a hug. “I love you.” He said with a smile as he pulled away from the hug. His own eyes filled with tears. 

“You always let me hug you. It doesn’t matter if we’re in the middle of practice, or cooking in the kitchen or if I’m crawling into bed with you. You’re always there with open arms for me. You’ll let me cuddle up to you like a baby, and a part of me loves it. You’re always giving me massages whilst I do it for everyone else. You bake with me, and it always feels like a good bonding moment with you. You let me play with your hair, and you always help me when I want to dye mine. You always make sure I have enough food and that I’m comfortable. So, thank you for that.” He then hugged you again. The two of you cried into each other for a little bit before Felix was gently pulled away by Chan. 

Seungmin took Felix’s place and placed a hand on your shoulder. “You give me confidence. Whenever I get nervous about doing something without the group, you always make me feel better about it, more confident. You let me tease you like there's no tomorrow. I get away with more than I probably should. But even when I’m cheating in a game, you're still always there, cheering me on and praising me for my creative thinking. You’re someone I can go to when I need to talk. You never judge. But you always listen.”  The male then kissed your cheek softly before letting I.N. take his place.

I.N. stood in front of you with a smile. “You’re always saving me from the Hyungs. You always have my favourite coffee ready in the morning. You always put a blanket on me when I fall asleep. You’re always willing to listen to me ramble about whatever I want. Whenever I want something, you never hesitate to get it for me, even when you don’t need to. You do it because you enjoy buying things for the people you love. You always seem to know when I’m ready for a hug or when I’m not feeling physical touch. You always know. You always encourage me when I’m singing or dancing.” He wrapped up in a quick hug before pulling away. 

By now, you were crying. Most of the boys were as well. 

Chan walked to your side and placed a hand on your hip. “You make an impact even when you don’t realise it. Which is why the boys wanted to celebrate you.” He wiped your tears away. “One, two, three.”

“Happy Mother’s Day!!” The boys all cheered in perfect unison. The eight men all surrounded you in a tight hug. You stayed like that for a while before Changbin pulled away. “We got you a cake.” He said. He took your hand and walked you over to the table. There it was. A pretty cake, your favourite colour and flavour. It was perfect.

“I love you guys so much.” You told them as you let out a sob. You turned to face their parents. “Thank you for trusting me to look after your boys. I know it mustn’t have been easy at the start. To trust a random girl with looking after your sons. Making sure they go to school, sleep and practice. Making sure they’re happy and healthy, and safe. So, thank you for trusting me to be that for them.” You bowed to them before the boys pulled you back into a tight hug. Chan placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“We love you, too.” He whispered to you.

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You stood in the kitchen with Minho and Chan. The three of you were cooking for everyone. The nine of you were recording a SkZ Code episode, and having lost rock, paper, scissors, the three of you were left with doing the cooking. Which wasn't different to usual. The three of you often found yourselves cooking. Seungmin had found his way into the kitchen, having been bored. He didn’t do much cooking-wise, but he did set the table after you asked him to. 

The food was now ready to be served. “Puppy, can you call the others in, please?” You asked him, a sweetness in your voice. 

Seugmin nodded and immediately went off to find the others. Whilst he did that, Minho and Chan put the food on the table. You made drinks for everyone. 

Seungmin walked in with Felix following behind him. 

“Where are the others?” You asked curiously. 

Seugmin shrugged. “Yongbok was the only one who listened.”

“You four, sit down. I’ll go get those ignorent sods.” You left the room and made your way outside, where the others were. Han and I.N. were playing catch, Hyunjin was relaxing, and Binnie looked like he was asleep.  “Yah!” You shouted, quickly getting their attention. “Want to tell me why we’re all out here and not inside? Seungmin came out to get you all. So tell me why, Felix was the only one to come inside?” You crossed your arms over your chest and frowned at them.

“We um…” No one had an answer.

“Inside now. One of you wake Changbin up. If the four of you are not at the table within the next minute, you’ll be going to bed without dessert and without food. And I want you all to apologise to Seungmin for ignoring him.” It was an empty threat for the most part. You’d never deprive the boys of food. You’d only deprive them of dessert. 

Hyunjin quickly shook Changbin awake. The four boys made their way inside and to the table. You stepped inside and closed the back door. You made it to the table in time to hear the apology. You sat down in your seat between Chan and Leeknow, across from Changbin.

“Alright. Let’s eat.” And they did. You fed Leeknow and put food on Chan and Felix's plates as Minho took care of giving the others extra food. The nine of you began sharing the food and happily eating. You enjoyed the days you all got to sit like this and eat, like a family. It could be a home-cooked meal at one of the dorms. Or it could be something you ordered whilst at the studio whilst you all practised. Or room service whilst you all chill in one of the hotel rooms whilst on tour. Either way, family dinners were your favourite. Everyone always laughed and had something to say. It always turned fun and made you all laugh. Good food and even better company. 

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Hyunjin looked through the paints in front of him. There were so many choices, and he was struggling to decide which set to get. He picked up two palettes and sighed. He turned to face you. 

“What do you think? Water paints or oil?” He asked you curiously. 

You shrugged. “We’ll i’ve been enjoying your water paintings recently. But you seem really into the oil paintings at the moment, so maybe the oils?” You suggested. 

Hyunjjin bit his bottom lip and nodded lightly. “Maybe. They are both pretty.” 

You let out a soft sigh and took the two palettes from him. “How about this, I’ll buy you both.” You told him. “You get the brushes you wanted, and I’ll get you these.” 

Hyunjin shook his head and held a hand out to you. “You don’t have to do that. I can get them myself.” He told you. Whilst he was one of the ones who tended to just shrug when you offered to pay for him, he still always liked to push back. Even just a little. Because the reality was that you didn't have to buy him things. You didn’t have to spoil him like he was your son, and it was her birthday or Christmas. So he always liked to make sure. He never wanted you to think you had to buy him anything. 

You never did feel pressure or anything of the sort when it came to buying things for any of the guys. It was one of your love languages. 

“Jinnie, I know. But I’ll get these for you this time, okay? You focus on picking the perfect brushes you want.” You then went to the counter and paid. You made your way back to Hyunjin and helped him pick the brushes he wanted. Once he was done, he paid for the brushes and the two of you left the store. 

“Thank you for these, seriously. You didn’t have to.” You just smiled up at him. 

“I know I didn’t. But I wanted to.” You placed a hand on his arm and gently squeezed it to reassure him. “Now, come on. Binnie is waiting for us so we can go to lunch.”

Hyunjin grabbed your hand and the two of you walked outside with all your bags, and there were a lot of bags. Binnie helped the two of you carry everything to the car once he saw the two of you. 

The three of you piled into the car before driving off towards your favourite lunch spot. All the while, Hyunjin played music whilst you and Binnie bikered over who was playing for lunch this time. You had paid last time, so he thought it was only fair if he got to spoil you this time, because whilst you spoiled everyone else, the boys took it in turns to spoil you in return.

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Han shifted in his seat. The nine of you were in the middle of the interview, answering questions. Han was the next person to answer a question. He leant forward and picked up a piece of paper. 

"What is the person on your right's contact name in your phone?” Han turned to look at you, who was on his right. The two of you smiled at each other.

“Oh, I have her down as Mumsy. We all have something Mother-related for her contact name in our phone.” He nodded with a smile on his face.

Seungmin nodded from his place beside Chan. “Felix started it.” He said simply.

Felix frowned in confusion as his head quickly turned to look at Seungmin. “Me? How did I start it?”

“Because she called you when we were out at lunch, and the contact name came up as ‘Mummy Bear’. So I.N. changed it in his phone from ‘Noona’ to ‘Mama Bear’, and I changed mine for her from ‘Chan’s wife’ to ‘Mother Bear’ because you said it just fit her perfectly and that we should all match. We all even have the same bear emoji at the end.” Seungmin said with a shrug. 

Hyunjin grinned. “I have her down as Sugar Mama.” His face and tone told you all how proud he was of that. He was practically preening.

“Why Sugar Mama?” You asked in confusion as you turned to face him. 

Hyunjin frowned at you. “Because you're always buying us stuff. Whenever we go somewhere or order food, you just hand us your card and tell us you'll pay. We all have your card saved on our phones. Well, except Chan.”

Minho nodded. “Some of us don't use your card, though. Unlike Hyunjin.” 

Hyunjin scoffed. “She said I could.” 

“You could have bought those shoes on your own.” Han added. 

“Like how you could have bought those new headphones on your own.” Hyunjin shot back. 

“Yah! That's enough.” You clapped your hands together once. The boys all looked at you. “I wanna know what the rest of you have me as in your phones.” 

Leeknow grinned. “I have you down as Soonie, Doongie and Dori's Grandma.” He nodded his head with the toothiest grin. 

“Grandma? I'm not old enough to be a grandma.” 

“And yet, as your eldest son, I have three sons. Therefore, you are a grandma.” Leeknow told you as Chan rubbed your shoulder. “Sorry. It's time you accept your old lady now.” 

That made you both giggle and pout. It was sweet, though. You turned to look at Changbin. 

The male grinned. “Milf.” The guys gasped in dramatic horror. 

You placed a hand on your chest. “You think I'm a milf? Oh Binnie, that's so sweet.” You fanned your face with your hands. “He thinks I'm a milf. Seven children and I still look good.” 

Han reached over to Changbin and slapped his knee. “Yah! How could you say that about our mother?”

“I blame Chan.” I.N. spoke up with a smile on his face.

Chan had a puzzled look on his face. “Me? I didn't do anything. I have her as ‘Mother of my kids’ in my phone.”

I.N. nodded. “Exactly. You made her a mother. So you need to take responsibility.” 

Chan pulled a face before turning to look at you. “What do you have us as in your phone?” He asked, shifting the attention off of himself and back onto you. 

You smiled brightly. “Well, I have Chan as ‘Father of my kids’ with a kiss emoji. In brackets, it says Hubby. Minho is ‘Maniac Chief Son’ with a cat emoji. Then, in brackets, it says Cat Daddy. Um, Binnie's is ‘Strong Cute Son’ with an emoji of the guy lifting weights. Hyunjin's contact name is ‘Artistic Princely Son’. It has the art palette emoji thingy. In brackets, it says Drama Queen. I have Han as ‘Sleepy First Born Son’. With the Squirrel emoji. Lixie is ‘Cuddly Angelic Son’. He has the light blue heart emoji. In brackets, it says Baby Boy. Minnie is ‘Adorable Menace Son’. Dog emoji, obviously and in brackets it says Puppy. Because, obviously, it does. Last but not least, Innie is ‘Smiley Baby Son.’ With a fox emoji. So yeah, mine all have the word son in there. Well, except for Channie.” 

The interviewer looked at you, puzzled. “If Leeknow is the eldest of the rest of the boys. Why is Han your firstborn?” She asked. 

You couldn’t help but grin. “Ah, so technically it’s because Han was the first Stray Kids that Chan chose. However, we made up some lore for it to make sense differently. It’s like Skz family but in an alternate universe. So, how it works is that Changbin is Chan’s child. Leeknow and Hyunjin are mine. In the world, Chan and I meet and eventually are married. Our children get along. Then the twins came alone. Han is the firstborn child that Chan and I had together. Lixie is Han’s twin, but being a day apart was difficult. We don’t speak of their birth. Then we had Seungmin and then Ayen.”

Leeknow slowly nodded. “I kept telling her she could have picked a better husband, but she never listened to me.” Hyunjin let out a cackle and clapped his hands as he leaned on Changbin to stabilise himself. 

Chan looked over at Leeknow in betrayal and shock. “I’m a great father and husband. Thank you very much.”

Leeknow shrugged. “My mother deserves the best. You are not the best.”

Seungmin nodded. “You’re too old.” 

Hyunjin nodded in agreement after calming himself. “Only the best for our beautiful mother!” 

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You were all spending the next week and weekend on Jeju Island. Everyone had gone off to their rooms to shower and change. You were already snuggled in your bed, having showered and gotten into your preferred pyjamas. Chan was in the shower. So in the meantime, you had the TV on, looking for something to watch on Netflix. 

A light knock came from the bedroom door. Then the door opened, and a mop of blonde hair was seen. His bright smile made you smile. He slipped into the room and closed the door behind him. The male then made his way over to you and slipped under the covers beside you. 

“You okay, Angel?” You asked him curiously.

Felix nodded. " I wanted to show you some TikToks I think you'd like.” He handed you his phone with the first video ready to play. 

“That's sweet of you.” You said and placed a kiss on his temple. 

Felix quickly snuggled into you. His head lay on your chest, his arms wrapped around you as he cuddled into your right side. Your right hand came up and stroked through his hair as you played the video with your left hand. 

Felix had always found it easy to snuggle with you. He enjoyed that you just let him. That you welcome him with open arms. He felt safe in your arms, plus in his opinion, you gave some of the best hugs. Plus, you were easy to fall asleep on, which was a bonus in Felix’s eyes. He always found himself falling asleep easily to the sound of your heartbeat and your fingers running through his hair. 

“Did you enjoy the beach today, Sunshine?” You asked him softly as you scrolled to the next video.

Felix nodded as he snuggled closer to you. The sound of your heartbeat was making him completely relax. It was something he had found that helped him a lot in the early years of the group being formed. You didn't mind; you always welcomed him with open arms. 

“Yeah, it was a lot of fun. Minho Hyung did well in the water this time.” He said with a sleepy smile on his face. “Had fun burying Changbin with Jinnie and Han.”

You placed a soft kiss on his forehead as you continued to stroke his blonde hair. “I'm glad you had fun, baby.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, laughing at TikTok videos that Felix had found for you to watch. Felix had slowly begun nodding off just before the bathroom door opened. Chan stepped into the room. He was at first surprised to see Felix in the bed, but the surprise quickly faded. Chan grabbed his phone and took a quick photo of the two of you. You later found out that Chan uses it now as Felix's contact photo in his phone. You have the picture on your private Instagram account. 

Chan then climbed into bed beside you. He took the phone from you and placed it on charge beside yours and his. He then turned the TV off and placed the remote on the bedside table before lying on his side and placing an arm around your stomach. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. “When did Lix get here?” He asked curiously, his voice quiet. 

“Just after you went into the bathroom.” You told him with a soft smile. Your fingers are still stroking Felix’s hair. “Our baby just climbed into bed and started cuddling. We’ve been watching TikTok.”

Chan couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two of you. His heart swelled with pride. “You’re going to be an amazing mother.” He told you. He knew it. You were his future. You had both talked about the future you wanted together. Chan was adamant that you were going to be the perfect mother after the practice you’ve had with your seven basically adapted at this point sons. 

“She already is.” Felix’s sleepy, quiet voice filled the air before he finally drifted off to sleep.

That had your eyes filling with happy tears. Chan wiped away a tear that began to fall. “He’s right. You’re already a good mum.” 

“Thank you.” You spoke quietly. 

Felix snuggled closer to you as he slept. Chan held you close. “Sweet dream, my love.” He whispered to you.

“Sweet dream, my heart.” With one final kiss, the two of you slowly began to fall asleep. 

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It was always fun when you got to share the stage with the Skzoos. The moment you saw Mama Bear, you happily skipped over to her and hugged her tightly. She, of course, hugged you back. You pulled away and watched the boys for a moment. It was going to be a fun day, that much you were sure about. 

The boys and Stay all agreed that you and Mama Bear were the perfect mirror image of each other, personality-wise. That was proven right tonight as you walked down the stage holding Chan’s hand. Behind you both was Mama Bear and Wolf Chan doing the exact same thing. The next day, you found pictures and videos of the moment captioned as ‘Just parents on a double date’.

Eventually, you and Mama bear made your way away from the Chan and his Wolf. The two of you danced a bit before spotting Felix and BbokAri. You made your way over to the two. You wrapped your arms around BbokAri from behind. Mama Bear copied your actions, hugging Felix. BbokAri looked around and turned around in your arms, causing you to giggle. She then gave you a big hug once she was facing you. You looked over to see Felix doing the same thing. You and Mama Bear then switched. Felix happily sank into your hug. 

“How are you doing?” You asked him curiously. 

Felix just smiled. “I’m good. We’re having fun.” You nodded softly. 

“Good, I’m glad.” 

You and Mama Bear then made your way over to I.N. and FoxI.Ny. The four of you found yourselves holding hands and jumping in circles together. After spending time with your two foxes, you and Mama Bear found yourselves stroking Han Quakka to help smooth out her face, as Hyunjin, Leeknow and Seungmin had previously been messing around stroking up as they always did. Quakka gave you a big hug as a thank you. 

You ended up watching proudly as Mama Bear stepped in between Leebit and Jiniret to stop them from fighting. Of course, it was all fun and games. Changbin had fun effortlessly picking you up and passing you to Dwaekki. You even danced alongside PuppyM, who was going all out as usual. 

Sadly, though, soon enough it was time for the Skzoos to go. Whilst the others all left with a wave and kisses, PuppyM was desperately trying to get one more dance in. You being you, didn’t like seeing any of the Skzoos upset. 

You raised your microphone to your lips and spoke. “Wait!” The boys looked at you in confusion as you jogged over to PuppyM. 

“How about this? You can do one more dance, Pup. Then Mama Bear will walk with you to join the others. How does that sound?” You asked. PuppyM nodded, and the crowd cheered. 

“Alright. Boys. Sing for PuppyM.” So they did. The boys sang whilst PuppyM danced. You stood to the side, cheering PuppyM on with the crowd. Once the song was over, you smiled. 

“Let’s give PuppyM a big round of applause.” You clapped happily before taking PuppyM’s hand and walking him over to where Mamabear and some of the staff were waiting. Puppy gave a few more waves before taking Mamabear’s hand and walking off the stage. 

“You’re such a good grandmother!” That had your eyes going wide as you turned to face the boys. 

“Excuse you?” You asked in shock.

Leeknow let out a laugh. “You’re a good grandmother.” He repeated like it was common knowledge.

You placed a hand on your chest. “We’ve been over this. I’m not old enough to be a grandmother. You take that back, you gremlin!” You stepped towards the male. 

“He’s right. I mean, no matter how you look at it, the Skzoo’s are your grandchildren. Their either the children of your children-” I.N. pointed to himself, Felix, Seugmin, Hyunjin, Han, Leeknow and Changbin. “Or they are the children of MamaBear, who is also your child, and Wolf Chan, who is Chan’s child. So either way, you're a grandmother. He’s a granddad.” 

Chan let out an exaggerated sigh.

You stood frozen for a moment and licked your bottom lip. You let out a sarcastic laugh. You walked over to Felix and wrapped him in a hug. 

“Congratulations, my Angel. You have been promoted to my only favourite human child. My sweet baby.” 

Felix let out a squeal of excitement. “Yes!!” He pulled away to do a little dance before hugging you again. 

I.N. pouted as the other boys laughed. “He can’t be your only favourite. I’m also your baby. Me, Felix and MamaBear. We’ve got you wrapped around our fingers. He can’t be the only favourite out of the two of us.”

Felix stuck his tongue out at I.N. “Tough luck, Buttercup. Shouldn’t have called her a grandma.” 

Han then stepped forward with a question. “So, as a granny, does that mean that BbokAri is your favourite grandchild or is your favourite PuppyM?” It was a genuine question. He was curious. 

You looked over at Leeknow. “You have my permission to spank him into next week.” That ended up with Leeknow chasing Han around the stage until Chan picked him up, allowing Leeknow to get revenge for you.

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You had decided to spend the day in the studio with Chan, Binnie and Han. Today, everyone was recording their lines. Han had just finished his lines and was currently napping on the couch with his head on your lap. He had the eyemask you brought for him on, so the lights didn't wake him up. You were currently sewing up a part of the blanket you kept in the studio, as it had somehow gotten ripped.

“Who's next after, Minnie?” You asked softly. Though you knew Han could sleep through all the noise in the world, you were still cautious about being too loud.

“Ayen is next, he will be here soon to record his lines,” Chan spoke as he turned to look at you. He couldn't help but smile at you. You smiled back at him. 

Chan turned back around in his chair as he prepared to continue working. He placed a hand on the red button that would allow Seungmin to hear him. 

“Alright, Seungmin. Let's try it one more time.” He said. 

Seungmin nodded. He hadn't been happy with himself today, so he kept retrying his lines. The male adjusted his headset as the music played. He then began to sing.

The moment he began to sing, you could feel it. You didn't just hear the words, you felt them. To say you were proud was an understatement. You always thought that Seungmin's voice was utterly angelic. It was moments like these that proved you right. 

Chan played it back for Seungmin to hear. He then turned to you. “What do you think?” He asked, pushing the button for Seungmin to hear you.

“I think that's the one. You can hear the sadness in his voice. He felt it that time. Plus, that little riff he did scratched my brain in the right way. You did perfectly, sweetheart.” You said as you finished up with the blanket. You passed it to Changbin, who placed the blanket in its usual spot.

Seungmin grinned. “That's the one.” He said in agreement.

Chan nodded in agreement. “You're done for the day, Min.” He told him with happiness in his voice.

Seungmin grabbed his stuff after taking off his headset. He left the booth and came to sit on the couch. He had decided he would be waiting for I.N., as the two had plans for after Innie's session. 

“You did great, Puppy.” You told him as you gently stroked Han's hair. 

Seungmin nodded softly and smiled at you. “Thank you.” 

The studio door opened, and in came a pouty I.N. 

The male quickly turned to you. “You're here. Minho Hyung said you were here.” He said, relief filling him.

“Yeah, I'm here.” You nodded in confusion. Has he been looking for you?

I.N. pulled out his hoodie from his bag. “It ripped. Could you please fix it? Please, Mama bear?” 

Of course, how could you possibly say no to I.N., your youngest? Your Makenae. One of your babies? He had those big, sweet eyes that made you utterly melt. He was very good at making it hard for you to say no to him. It was something that he, Felix and Seungmin had perfected over the years.

“Of course, my lovely. Pass it here and I'll sew it whilst you do your lines.” You said holding out a hand to take the hoodie from him. Thankfully, you hadn't put your sewing kit away yet.

Innie greeted everyone before going to the booth. Whilst he recorded his lines, you sat there sewing up his hoodie sleeve. You gave feedback here and there when your opinion was asked for. Han was still fast asleep, his head on your lap. Chan was working well with I.N., explaining everything in a way that I.N. instantly understood, allowing the male to easily record his lines. Binnie sat beside Chan, gushing over how cute I.N. was. Meanwhile, Seungmin was on his phone, playing a game, just enjoying the atmosphere. 

Innie finally left the booth just as you finished with his hoodie. He happily took it from you and kissed your cheek. “Thank you, you're a lifesaver.” He said before putting the hoodie on.

Seungmin got up and grabbed his stuff. 

“Where are you boys heading?” You asked them curiously. 

Seungmin smiled. “We're getting dinner at that new place that opened up.” He said happily, having wanted to try it since he heard about it.

You nodded and grabbed your phone. You pulled out your bank card from your phone case pocket and held it out to the two youngest members of the group. 

“Use my card. Call it a treat for doing so well today. I'm proud of you both.” They had both learnt by now that arguing against using your card would never work. So Seungmin gently took it from you and placed it in his wallet. 

“Thank you, Mother bear.” He said before hugging you. He quickly turned to Chan, a mischievous smile on his face. “This is why she’s our favourite parent. Take notes.” He then nodded and walked towards the door. “See you all later.” He waved.

I.N. also hugged you. “Thank you, Mama Bear.” The two boys waved at everyone.

“Have fun.” And with that, the two boys left. Changbin got up and grabbed your sewing kit, and placed it in your bag so you wouldn't have to move and disturb Han. You thanked him happily with a soft smile. The male then headed toward the booth.

Chan turned to you. “You spoil them too much.”

You scoffed playfully. “As if you don't.” You said with a raised eyebrow  

The two of you shared a smile before Chan turned back to work. You gently shook Han's shoulder. 

“You gotta wake up, hun. We need your help with recording Binnie's lines. You can sleep again once he's done.” And you kept that promise. Because the moment Changbin was finished, Han found his way back to you and fell asleep within minutes.

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[starlinggirll]

authors note : lost the req about reader and art outside, i changed it up a bit to fit the theme of the beach !

summary : going on a vacation with the donaldson family brought you alot of perks ; free travel, free hotel, and free sex.

tag list : @val3ntin33 @hrtshapedblg @love-ella333 @ivetteg

tw : unprotected sex, very very slight mention of ed, dirty talking, hair pulling, all the sexy stuff.

your life after that weekend with art was amazing.

each time tashi left, he sneaked into your room to fuck you passionately. you always ended up with your face buried into his chest without fail.

and god, the sex is so amazing. you never thought sex with a grown, married man would feel so good. and he never thought he could last hard that long. specially since he has a hard time getting hard for tashi.

he blames it on his lack of eating, but somehow you fixed his problem without so much as moving a finger. you simply look at him with your sweet eyes and he's hard as a rock.

and now specially with being at the beach. tashi was... he didnt know. she disappeared once again, he didnt care tho. atleast lily was knocked out asleep from running and swimming the whole morning, leaving you and him alone.

he walks out of the beach house, watching as you lay down on the sand ontop of a towel, your plump ass out for anyone to see.

you were tanning.

but god, you should of chosen a swimsuit with more coverage. despite himself, he's walking towards you. thanking the gods to have enough money for the beach house ; giving him the liberty to fuck you out in the open without anyone seeing.

he walks towards you, softly resting his hand on the nape of your neck. you flinch, but when you look at him you immediately relax. "hey." you say softly, and he simply kisses your forehead.

his hand skims down to your ass, giving it a small teasing squeeze. "you're drive me...so so crazy." he whispers quietly, tugging at your bikini bottom.

you start moving so you can see him, but he stops you. "no no, i want to take you like this." you feel him get ontop of you, you dont know when, but his cock is already rubbing against your left ass cheek. "my baby..." he whispers, almost to himself.

you love that about him, how the moment you both slept together you were his. every nickname he has called you after that night starts with "my" ; my baby, my angel, my girl.

him slapping his tip against your asscheek brings you back to reality, and you lift your hips up so you're face down ass up. he smirks. "good girl. i didnt even have to tell you what to do, you just knew." he chuckles, bringing your bikini bottom down to your ankles, his tip opening your entrance up agonizingly slow.

"this pussy is mine, isnt it?" his hand fists your hair, making your arch so your forehead was touching his jaw. "say it. i want to hear you." you're a moaning and whimpery mess by now, your eyes fluttering. "i-it's y-" "louder." he tugs at your hair to make his point clear. "my pussy is yours!" you cry out, mouth open as he slowly eases inside of you.

"damn right it is." he pushes your head down to the towel, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck while the other one grips your hips. "fuck." he starts pounding into you, "you're so tight...basically draining my cock." you moan in response, your hand gripping the towel, sand getting into your hand. "art..." you whine, meeting his hips halfway.

he immediately recognizes that whiny tone. you're the sappiest girl he has ever fucked. probably because he was your second body and you feel so incredibly safe with him. and its a bit endearing.and also boosts his ego; you need him to be happy. "i know i know."

he turns you over, laying ontop of you so you're missonary style. he smiles at the sight of you teary eyed, saliva dripping down your chin. "you're such a messy girl," he coos, his pace slowing down so it's more passionate and loving. sweet even. you whimper, and he intertwines your fingers together.

"fuck im-" he groans, his head falling down to your breasts, his hips stuttering. "art im coming!" you whine, hips buckling up. "come for me, come one baby come." and you do, and what sets him off is the face of pleasure you make.

a second later, he's pulling out of you, thick, white ropes of cum squirting on your stomach. his chest is heaving as he watches your skin glistening with his cum. he tucks his face into your neck, kissing your skin there.

"lets go inside to clean you up."

[dakusan]

📁 A S K D U M P 𓆩 🩸 𓆪 25 JUNE 2025

🩸 TODAY’S ASK DUMP: come one, come all —

the doll brats, the sundress wives, the mythology girlies, the ancient soulmate-flushed messes. you sent blood-slick questions and chaos-coded curiosities, and as always: i answered with fangs bared and hands full of ruined lace.

this one’s for the ones who threaten to break sacred contracts, the ones who blush all the way to their collarbones, and the ones who said “i want to fight him and kiss him while sobbing about ancient greek love.”

respect. now sit down. enjoy the wreckage.

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🍄 ANON LOGGED: “What if I’m just bratty with no redeeming qualities?”

🍄 welcome to the roster, mushroom anon — your emoji has been marked in blood and added to the walls. always glad to have new souls in the empire.

that said, for the record: that kind of bratty, tongue-out, tantrum-throwing behavior? it’s not bold. it’s not interesting. it’s childish. and personally — i find it annoying.

if a reader behaved like that in this world, they wouldn’t last a scene. they’re not a blood doll. they’re not a chosen. they’re not even in the room. vampire!skz don’t waste power on noise. they crave intent. submission with spine. rebellion with ritual. not chaos for the sake of attention.

vampire!skz aren’t chew toys. they don’t flinch when you stick your tongue out and throw a fit like a sugar-drunk toddler.

chan doesn’t chase chaos — he crushes it in his fist. minho doesn’t correct you — he buries you under silence so loud it makes you beg for punishment. changbin snaps your leash and dares you to bark again. hyunjin will smear your theatrics across canvas and call it art—then burn the whole gallery. jisung plays games, sure—but only with monsters worth unleashing. felix? he’ll watch you unravel, then walk away. too pure to waste wrath on dust. seungmin keeps ledgers. and he just closed yours. jeongin is evolving. you are not his final test.

still, thank you for the ask 💋🦇

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🦔ANON LOGGED: “She’s barefoot, in a sundress, cooking his favourite meal. What now?”

🦔 anon you have entered dangerous territory because this ask??? this is every man in SKZ’s softdom core.

like yes. she’s at home. she’s cooking. cleaning. folding laundry while humming. her hair’s tied up and she’s barefoot in a tiny little sundress — all sweet and soft and claiming space like it’s hers.

and the boys? they lose their minds.

⸺⟡⸺

Chan walks in from the studio and sees you stirring pasta in a little yellow dress and his first thought is: mine. wife. fuck. He’s behind you in seconds — big hands on your waist, lips on your neck, whispering: “You keep looking like this and I’m gonna marry you twice.”

And then he bends you over the counter.

Minho? Domestic obsession. He loves watching you move around his kitchen like it’s yours. Folding his shirts. Wiping the mirror. Wearing that damn dress like you want him to take it off. He corners you while you're dusting a shelf, cups your face and says: “My perfect little housewife. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

Spoiler: you’re on your knees two minutes later.

Changbin short-circuits. He gets home and smells food, hears you singing, sees the dress — and it’s game over. He grips the doorway like he’s gonna break it.

“You made dinner? Wore this? Baby, you’re tryna get ruined.” Then he picks you up princess-style and ruins you exactly like he promised.

Hyunjin watches you dance around the living room in that sundress and bare feet and he swears it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. But also? He needs you over his lap in five seconds.

“My muse. My dream. My filthy little wife.”

Yes he says it while spanking you.

Jisung sits at the kitchen table, jaw slack. He can’t stop staring. The dress. The scent of food. You wiping your hands on a towel. It’s all too much.

“Wife. WIFE. You’re my WIFE. This is illegal.”

Then he drags you to the bedroom while rambling horny nonsense the entire way.

Felix gets overwhelmed. You’re in his apartment, you made cookies, you’re in a sundress, and you smile at him like he’s your entire world.

“You made me feel like I came home to forever.”

Then he softly, sweetly, absolutely destroys you on the couch.

Seungmin walks in, smells fresh sheets and chicken stew, sees the little sundress and your messy bun, and just… stares.

“Is this your way of asking me to fuck you like I own the house too?” Cue kitchen counter chaos.

Jeongin pretends he’s chill about it. He’s not. He stares at your legs, your apron, the food you made — and suddenly he’s whispering:

“You’re mine, right? My pretty housewife?”

One minute later he’s pulling the straps of your sundress off and telling you to call him husband.

⸺⟡⸺

Housewife kink? All 8 of them are down BAD.

Keep the apron on. Keep the sundress short. And maybe don’t bother setting the table—you won’t make it that far. Come again baby 🦇💋

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🧛‍♂️ ANON LOGGED: “If I bite back during sex, do I become a vampire?”

Hi anon, welcome to the dark side we have cookies!

To answer your question, yes, you're right — Jisung was turned because he bit back and ingested blood. The bite alone isn’t enough — you must drink vampire blood to trigger the transformation.

So if the reader accidentally bites vampire!SKZ during sex (or a feeding), she wouldn’t turn unless she also ingests his blood.

And even then?

🩸 You’d need to die first. 🩸 Then his blood reboots your body with magic and pain. 🩸 Now you’re immortal, unhinged, and chemically bonded to the one who made you cum mid-bite. ✨ Congratulations. You're sired.

But if you don’t drink? You’re just a very overstimulated human, full of fang venom, dopamine, and probably a little addicted.

Be careful where you put your mouth 😌💋🦇

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🐈 ANON LOGGED: “What if we fought? What if we made up… with teeth?”

Ohhh 🐈 anon. You dropped a little “what if we fought” and now you want to know how vampire!SKZ makes it up to you?

You trusted me. So let's explore!

⸺⟡⸺

Bang Chan

He blames himself even if it wasn’t his fault. He won’t sleep. Won’t feed. He circles the house like a wounded beast until you let him touch you. And when you do?

He drops to his knees. Literally. Hands on your thighs, forehead against your stomach. He whispers, “I should’ve never raised my voice. You’re everything.” Then he makes you cum again. And again. Until your legs shake and your breath stutters and your rage dissolves in his mouth.

Lee Minho

At first? He matches your pettiness. He slams a glass down harder. He leaves the room colder. But when he sees the sadness flicker in your eyes?

His rage collapses. His silence turns intimate. He pins you to the wall, voice low: “I can’t lose you. I won’t.” And then he takes you apart piece by piece—slow, intentional, precise. Like your body is a poem he’s memorizing to say sorry.

Seo Changbin

Buys you everything. Food, gifts, bath salts, lingerie. Leaves it on the bed with a handwritten note:

“Sorry for being a dumbass. I love you. Please sit on my face.” You find him in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, baking your favourite snack. And when you show up wearing nothing but one of the gifts? He folds instantly. Lifts you onto the counter and fucks the forgiveness into you until all you can say is “more.”

Hwang Hyunjin

Writes you a letter. Or a song. Maybe both. He disappears for hours, and when he returns he’s soaked in rain and poetry.

“You’re my light. My sin. My reason.” You mock him. You say “was it that deep?” He growls. Pushes you against the nearest surface and proves yes—yes it was. He apologizes through kisses. Through hands. Through praise between thrusts. “I’ll paint your forgiveness onto my fucking spine if I have to.”

Han Jisung

He hates fighting with you. Feels physically ill. Paces. Rants. Talks to himself until he’s knocking at your door, cheeks flushed, eyes wide.

“Baby… please. Let me make it up to you. Let me feel you.” He goes down on you like it’s medicine. Like your moans are the only cure for the ache in his chest. You forgive him somewhere between orgasm two and three. He still begs until five.

Lee Felix

He shuts down after a fight. Soaks in guilt like it’s holy water. Then he melts. Cries against your skin while holding you too tight.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re my home.” He doesn’t just say sorry—he shows it with soft sex, full eye contact, gentle worship. Every kiss is an apology. Every stroke is a vow.

Kim Seungmin

He’s cold. Distant. Until you pull away—then he snaps. Cornered. Desperate.

“Don’t you dare leave me like that. Not without hearing this.” And when the words don’t work? He switches to touch. Slow fingers. Harsh grip. “You want payback? Take it. Use me. Hurt me.” You ride him until you both collapse, spent and shaken. Then he cradles you in silence, finally soft, finally yours again.

Yang Jeongin

He doesn't know how to handle your anger. Tries to act tough but his voice cracks.

“I didn’t mean it. I’m just—scared of losing you.” You say “then don’t be stupid next time.” He nods. Bites his lip. And makes it up to you by eating you out with a voice full of sorrys. “Please forgive me… please keep me.”

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🐈 anon? They might fight with you. But they’ll never let you go without proving that you’re everything they ache for—in guilt, in devotion, and in ruinous pleasure.

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💚 ANON LOGGED: “Some of y’all can’t wait three hours—Penelope waited twenty years!!”

Ohhh 💚 anon, you just gave me everything I love: mythology obsession, dramatic reader energy, and vampire boyfriends who don’t know whether to kiss you or pin you to the bookshelf for being so chronically feral about ancient romance.

Let’s break it down: you’re a blood doll with a Greek myth obsession—tragic, dramatic, painfully loyal love stories that echo through your bones. You’re sobbing over Patroclus again. And vampire!SKZ? Yeah. They react. Violently. Emotionally. Often both.

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Bang Chan

You’re crying over Penelope waiting twenty years, yelling “SOME OF YOU CAN’T EVEN WAIT TWO TEXTS.” Chan just sits there, stunned, like:

“...Wait, so you’re saying I’m Odysseus?” You look at him with red-rimmed eyes and go, “I wish you were, because then at least I’d know you’d come back.” He immediately pulls you onto his lap and goes full blood-husband mode. “I would cross oceans of fire and claw through the underworld just to smell you again.” Later, he reads the Iliad just to understand what broke you. Cries once. Denies it forever.

Lee Minho

You’re mid-rant about how tragic Hyacinthus was and how Apollo mourned forever, and Minho just side-eyes you like:

“That’s what you want? Me grieving you until I rot?” You: “No, I want you to never leave so I don’t have to die in the first place.” His jaw tics. He walks away. Then comes back with a first-edition myth anthology, slams it on your desk, and says: “Highlight every couple you like. I want to know what kind of death you think is romantic.” He’s dead serious. Two nights later, he braids your hair while reading you tragic endings like lullabies. You cry. He wipes your tears like a curse.

Seo Changbin

You’re curled on the couch sobbing over Achilles dragging Hector’s body and Changbin’s just standing there holding a smoothie like

“What the fuck are you reading.” You tell him about Patroclus dying first and he straight-up slams the smoothie down. “He just—he left him? NO. Baby, no.” He ends up holding you in silence, muttering “I’d kill gods for you” under his breath and honestly? He means it. Later: “You’re not allowed to read mythology alone. That’s now a rule.”

Hwang Hyunjin

The minute you bring up Orpheus and Eurydice he shudders. Full hand-over-heart.

“He looked back because he loved her too much. That was the problem. It’s always love that kills.” Now he’s writing poems with titles like Eurydice’s Throat and Apollo Was Never Soft Enough for Me. He comes into your room dramatically and says: “If I had to watch you die, I would destroy time with my hands.” You’re like “Hyunjin we were talking about dinner.” He’s unbothered. He feeds you grapes and reads you Ovid in a sheer robe.

Han Jisung

You: “Apollo and Hyacinthus is so underrated, it’s actually such a pure tragedy—” Him: “NO BECAUSE HERMES AND PERSEUS WERE SO GAY.” You end up spiraling together at 2 a.m. about which gods were toxic and which would send you late-night drunk texts. Later, he corners you, kisses your throat, and says:

“If you ever die on me, I’m pulling an Achilles and turning unhinged.” Then he reads the whole Iliad to you out loud. With voices. And live reactions.

Lee Felix

You’re in a sundress, curled up with The Song of Achilles, and softly sobbing. He panics.

“Baby? Who do I kill?” You: “No, it’s okay, he just—he loved him so much it broke him—” Felix: “Okay but what if I love you so much that I build you a shrine and tattoo your name on my wrist in Ancient Greek?” Now he’s learning Greek. Just to whisper ancient poetry into your skin.

Kim Seungmin

You: “Penelope waited twenty years.” Him: “Cool. I waited thirty minutes for you to answer my text.” But when he finds your annotated copy of The Odyssey with notes like “love is loyalty in suffering”, he gets quiet. Later, he kisses your shoulder and murmurs:

“I wouldn’t leave you to begin with.” Doesn’t say anything else. But the next day, you find your bookshelf alphabetized… and a new gold bookmark tucked inside Homer. It says: Always find your way home to me.

Yang Jeongin

You’re sobbing into your pillow at 1 a.m. and he thinks someone died. Turns out it’s about Odysseus.

“He survived a sea of monsters to come back to her—why do men today flinch at two months of long distance!” Jeongin, blinking: “I would fight Poseidon for you.” You blink. “You’d what?” He nods, dead serious: “I’ll learn how to kill a god. Just tell me which one.” Then he brings you a plushie, a snack, and sits down to watch Troy with you just to “learn the lore.”

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💚Anon, thank you for this ask. because these boys? they would kill GODS AND GODDESSES for you. what's your favourite greek mythology? or greek god/goddess? tell me 💋🦇

(skz!greek gods series?!)

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🍀 ANON LOGGED: “It’s not just rosy cheeks. I’m glowing. Ears red. Chest hot.”

🍀 anon my beloved… you just made me blush down to my chest with that message. Thank you for your love, your gorgeous mind, and your dedication to both blood and bloom. And now, allow me to sink my fangs into your ask.

You want vampire!SKZ reacting to a blood doll/soulmate who blushes intensely? Not just “cute blush,” but full body flush — ears red, chest glowing, neck flushed like a living, breathing feeding mark?

Oh baby. That’s not just cute. That’s blood foreplay.

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Bang Chan

He sees that bloom of red from your neck to your collarbones and his breath catches. You look away, flustered, hand at your throat.

“Don’t hide it,” he says, voice wrecked with hunger. “That color… that’s mine.” He touches you like your blush is sacred. A sign from your body that he owns it already. And when he leans in? He doesn’t go straight for the vein. He kisses every flushed patch of skin. One by one. Slow. Careful. Obsessive. “Your blood calls to me when you blush.”

Lee Minho

He sees your neck flush bright and his smirk goes razor sharp.

“You do realize what that does to me, don’t you?” He corners you, tilts your chin, studies the blush blooming across your chest like spilled wine. “You get pink and soft and breathless… and I get hard and possessive.” He brushes his thumb over your throat and murmurs: “If I bite you right now, will the red spread to your thighs too?”

Seo Changbin

You blush because he called you “good girl” in public. You try to hide it. Mistake. He sees the red crawling up your throat and jaw, and suddenly he’s feral.

“Baby, you’re blushing so bad, I can smell it.” He’ll pin you to the wall, nose dragging along your throat. “You gonna cry if I touch where it’s warm?” And then he does. With his tongue. While you sob.

Hwang Hyunjin

He paints with his eyes, and your skin is his canvas. The second he sees that wild flush crawl down your neck and across your chest? He’s transfixed.

“You look like Aphrodite bathed in blood.” He’ll touch every inch of your glowing skin, whispering soft, praise-laced nonsense: “So beautiful. So tender. So mine.” He won’t bite. Not yet. He’ll paint you first — in his mouth.

Han Jisung

You blush down to your chest and he’s done. Gone. Absolutely feral.

“Nope. We’re not doing this. You can’t look at me with red ears and not expect consequences.” He’s on his knees. Dragging your clothes down just to watch the blush spread. “You’re so fucking warm. Bet your blood tastes sweeter when you’re flustered.” He bites you mid-orgasm because he can’t help himself. You melt. He cries. Repeat.

Lee Felix

Your ears are red. Your chest is flushed. You’re flinching from praise and smiling like a soft beam of moonlight.

“Oh… baby.” He cups your jaw like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. “You’re blushing so much. Is it for me?” When you nod, he whimpers. Then he kisses your shoulder. Then your chest. Then your inner thighs. “You glow. You’re glowing. Let me worship you until you come back down.”

Kim Seungmin

You’re trying to answer a simple question and your whole body is betraying you. Your neck is hot. Your chest is blooming with blood. He stares.

“You fluster so easily. You want everyone to know I own you?” He says it with a cold voice and a burning gaze. Then he wraps a hand around your throat, just to feel the heat pulsing there. “If you blush this pretty from a compliment, what happens when I fuck you full and praise you while I do it?” (You’ll find out. Immediately.)

Yang Jeongin

He sees the red climbing up your neck and ears and just short-circuits.

“You’re so… oh my god. You’re so cute.” His face goes red too. He tries to stay composed but ends up pinning you to the bed, mumbling, “I didn’t mean to get this hard, I just—your skin, your warmth—fuck, I love you.” He feeds with gentle hands and too many kisses.

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🍀 anon, your blood is poetry. You’re a painting in bloom, a pulse they can see. And for a vampire? That’s not just attraction. That’s devotion 🦇💋

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👻 ANON LOGGED: “I’d rather suffer mind-melting sickness than stay yours.”

hello my ghost friend 👻💖 first of all — thank you. you see this lore and i fucking love you for that. 🕯️

but here's where we pause: a blood doll doesn’t throw attitude like a jilted girlfriend. she’s chosen. Marked. bound by contract, blood, and something older than language.

for a doll to threaten to leave? that’s not sass. that’s collapse.

maybe she’s been:

Deeply traumatized, reaching a breaking point after neglect or disregard of her well-being,

Corrupted/manipulated by outside forces, someone feeding her doubt — another vampire, human, or an exiled doll whispering rebellion in her ear,

Or worst of all: starting to rot from the inside out because her bond isn’t being reciprocated or protected the way it was promised.

but it wouldn’t be eye-rolls and door slams. it’d be gutted silence. it’d be “if I stay, I’ll lose myself — if I leave, I’ll die anyway.”

so yes — it can go two ways:

gut-wrenching, feral grief (think Chan or Felix, who would beg and bleed)

or cold, disbelieving rage (Minho or Seungmin — who would punish the idea of her leaving before she even finishes the sentence).

but either way, the trigger has to be real. stakes. corruption. betrayal. fear. otherwise it’s just noise.

thank you for your ask my ghostling 👻💋🦇

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🤰 channiesbighugs LOGGED: “How do the boys react when you tell them you’re pregnant?”

hihi angel!! 🫶 thank you so much, i’m so glad you loved it!!

and YES — you’ll definitely be seeing more pregnancy-themed chaos, softness, and group reactions soon 😌 i’m planning a lil mini fic pregnancy series 🥹

so keep an eye out — the reactions are coming, and they’re everything. love you more!! 💖🩷🍼

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🦭 ANON LOGGED: “What if someone from Han’s past shows up—and he wants her?”

🦭 anon you nailed this vibe — and I love that you were secretly reading at work because yes, vampire!Han is a problem that does not clock out 🕯️🩸

And the concept??

✨ Friend!Reader. Didn’t notice. Reaches out. Misses him. And he realizes he wants to drink you down like a memory he can’t let go of.

YEAH. That’s so getting used.

You’ve just gifted me the foundation for Han’s first fic in the vamp!SKZ series — something quiet, aching, devastatingly tense. The kind of fic where:

You’re the only piece of his human past left untouched.

He hasn’t seen you since the turning.

He thoughtt distance would protect you — but now you’re in front of him, warm, alive, smelling so good it makes him dizzy.

And he doesn’t know if he wants to kiss you or bleed you (Probably both).

Thank you again for this stunning ask. You’ve absolutely just helped birth a fic 💋🦇

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🐧lonelydarknessblog LOGGED: “What happens when vampire Seungmin meets werewolf Seungmin?”

STAR. OH YOU DID THIS. You summoned the paradox. The mirror split. The war of silence and snarl. So now let me give you:

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🐺🩸 Multiverse Collision: Seungmin vs Seungmin

Vampire Seungmin is sharper than silence. Unflinching. Blood-coded control in a pressed collar and dark eyes. He doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t blink. He calculates.

He tilts his head, voice calm.

“So… this is what I’d look like if I let the animal win.”

They’re the same shade of cruel. But opposite temperatures.

Vampire!Seungmin weaponizes silence like a scalpel.

Werewolf!Seungmin is silence before the pounce.

They circle. Not in a fight. Not yet. Just curious. Hunting for weakness in a version of themselves that should not exist.

And it’s almost… insulting.

“You live off blood,” wolf!Seungmin says, low and dry. “You tear things apart for fun,” vampire!Seungmin replies, still expressionless. “I sleep under stars.” “I own the night.” “I run.” “I rule.”

They don’t fight. Not yet.

But they both walk away knowing they hate each other. Because they understand too well. And neither one ever wanted to be seen like that. And yet, they both know that if they meet again, it'll be because something needs to die.

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Star, you absolute menace of brilliance — thank you for this ask. You’ve given me Seungmin vs Seungmin brainworms and now none of us are safe.

Sending you a Chan hug laced with bad decisions and feral timeline echoes 💋🦇

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🌙ANON LOGGED: “Who lost it? Who bled the world dry before pulling themselves back?”

🌙 anon my beloved, thank you for this deliciously dark ask! You're right to imagine feral rebellion, and I love that your brain went straight to the “TVD humanity-off rampage” concept — but in this universe, things work a little differently 👇

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🩸 NO "SWITCH," BUT YES TO RAMPAGE-LIKE STATES

There’s no “humanity switch” in this universe — no magic toggle that turns vampires into empty monsters. Why? Because the horror here isn’t that they forget who they are. It’s that they remember everything… and choose the chaos anyway.

Rampages come from three sources:

Bloodlust Overload – First feedings gone wrong. Newborns whose senses short-circuit.

Emotional Collapse – Grief. Rejection. Abandonment. Rage.

Sirebond Recoil or Mate Damage – If the bond frays, snaps, or if a soulmate rejects them… they unravel.

They don’t turn it off. They give in.

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🌙 anon, thank you for this stunningly sharp ask. always feel free to bring more chaos. i’ll be waiting, fangs bared 🦇💋

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to every anon who bled a little question into my inbox — thank you for your offerings. you are seen and you are bitten. if your soul's still twitching, come back. bring more thoughts next time.

and while you're here… if you haven’t already let R-1 rip you apart (and put you back together worse), this is your sign.

🔊 stream R-1 whenever you pretend you're fine.

and remember: no one leaves clean.

love you 🦇💋

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Marry Me

➾In Which: Meeting your boyfriend for one last date to break the news — well, let's just say you should have sent a text instead and ran for the hills.

RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

"Your efforts have been cute but I'm tired of it. Time to face reality."

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, dead dove 🪦

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: DARK FICTION. DARK DARK. DEAD DOVE FFR. 403 possessive yandere, 414 punishment, home invasion, kissing and non-con kissing, toxic relationship, extreme controlling behavior, reader described as shorter than yunho, alcohol but not enough to even be tipsy, if i can't have you no one can ahhh yunho, forced legal marriage, insults towards reader: unsubstantiated slut shaming + cheating accusations, violence towards reader: manhandling + slapping + yelling + threatening with a knife + implied baby trapping and nc (i am so very sorry but yunho is the worst yandere in ateez, i fully believe it). pet names: love, doll, sweetheart. semi-abrupt ending cause i couldn't make myself go that far

"You think I'm finished? Oh, that's cute... Your punishment hasn't even started yet."

➯a/n: anon who requested this woke something dormant up in my brain about yandere yunho 😵‍💫 i think he's the yandere i MIGHT start writing noncon with IF i ever decide to because i legit can't see it going any other way until reader has INSANE stockholm worse than hwa's baby... mans is fucking CRAZY and SCARY and i luv him

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18+. MINORS HIT THE ROAD.

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"Hey, doll," Yunho smiles as he walks up to the table.

Out on the restaurant patio, it's nice and breezy and it cools your nerves as you return his smile.

"Hey, Yunie," you crane your neck to look up at him as he bends down; cupping the side of your neck while giving you a gentle kiss.

"For me?" He points to the beer on the table as he pulls back.

"Mhm, it just got here, still cold," you nod, leaning back in your seat and taking a deep breath.

"You're so sweet, thank you," he takes the seat across from you, looking you up and down. "Is something wrong?"

"Hm? No," you shake your head quickly and wave him off, "I, uhm, I actually got some good news..."

"Really? What is it?" He asks before taking a sip; and you wait until he sets the glass down to speak. You think he might have choked if you didn't.

"You remember the position my boss recommended me for?"

His face drops slowly. Pressing his lips together, he nods slowly.

"They want me to take it-"

"No."

"Yunho, it's not up to you." You try to stand your ground, but your voice waivers.

"You'd have to move to the other side of the world!" His outburst gets the attention of a few fellow customers, and he slumps back in his chair; pulling his hat further down his face. "Have you even thought about this- the logistics? We'd be in two opposite time zones, when would we even be able to talk?"

You're quiet. Too quiet. Looking down at the table with something stuck on the tip of your tongue but you're afraid to say it.

"Sweetheart." He whispers as he leans forward, resting his arms on the table as he looks at you intently. "Don't fucking say what I think you're about to."

"I think we should break up."

You jump as he slams his hand on the table before quickly putting his face in his hands with a groan. "Fuck..."

"Yunho, I'm sorry..." You look down at your lap, "but it's- really, it's for the best. We can both spend more time furthering our careers and maybe in the future-"

"Are you kidding me?" He mumbles, hand over his mouth and looking at you with a barely contained storm of emotions in his eyes.

You avoid his gaze like it's the plague, bouncing your leg and holding your hands together tightly. "No. I'm serious. This is the last time we're going to see each other. I went to your apartment while you were at practice and got my things, and I left yours o-"

"Nope." He laughs, unhumorous. Like he's in shock. "No, sorry. Not happening."

"You can't just say 'no', this is the decision I'm making." You look at him for a moment with a glare before quickly look back down when you see his eyes locked on you like some sort of predator.

"Like fuck I can't, you said you were going to marry me one day. You said you wanted to have kids together." His voice is even, but it's laced with anger. He leans over the table and pinches your chin, making you look at him. "What happened to that, love?"

"I'm sorry, Y-"

He grabs your hands as you stand up, looking up at you intensely. "You can't just leave."

"Miss?" Both of your eyes snap to the elderly couple who's approached your table after hearing the ruckus. "Do you need some help?" The woman reaches towards you when Yunho stands quickly and pulls you to the other side of the table.

"She's fine. We're just having an argument, every couple does. Right, doll?"

You gulp as he rests his hands on your shoulders. Normally, in any other argument you had, you'd say yes. But this isn't something small like whose apartment to go back to or whether or not you should take birth control when he uses condoms anyway.

Thinking about that second one gives you pause.

It's like every little strange or controlling thing Yunho has ever said slams on top of you all at once; making your knees weak.

"...Yes." You squeak out, feeling his grip on your shoulders tighten.

"Let go of her, son," the older man steps forward, and Yunho only backs up.

"Sweetheart, seriously think about what you're doing. I love you like nobody else ever could, I want to share my life with you, please-"

You writhe out of his grasp, all but running to the woman; grabbing your purse from the table on the way. "Come on, dear, I'll take you to your car," she takes your hand quickly, rubbing your arm in a comforting manner as she guides you back into the restaurant to head for the front door.

Yunho can only watch, practically steaming with anger, as the man sizes him up. He's shorter, smaller. He could easily over power the old-timer. But people are starting to stare.

"Fuck," he groans, kicking a chair before taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair roughly. Already thinking of ways to make you stay when you've clearly made up your mind — for real this time.

You've never said those words. Break up. Not even when he made you just as angry as he is now when he snuck into your apartment and —

He takes a deep breath when the idea comes to him.

He knows how to make sure you realize that you don't get to leave him.

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Your tired and puffy eyes crack open as the bed shifts.

Then, they widen quickly as you catch the outline of Yunho's figure climbing on top of you. When you try to scream, he slams a hand over your mouth. "Shut up." He says shortly, silencing you as you feel something cold and sharp against your neck.

"This is all your fault. You're the one who broke our promises. I should kill you."

You feel the blade tilt against your delicate flesh, your eyes wide and begging; filling with tears quickly.

He's straddled over your hips, caging you against the mattress. He stripped the blanket away while you were asleep, leaving you in your large sleep shirt and panties. Suddenly feeling way too exposed even though he's not looking at you with anything besides anger.

He leans forward, nose to nose, "I'm going to move my hand. If you scream, I'm going to. Nod if you understand."

You nod. Quick and careful.

Taking a deep breath when he removes his hand, you tilt your head to the side to face away from him. "Y-"

"Me first." When you bite your trembling lip, he continues, "is there someone else?"

"What? No, no," you shake your head quickly, arms wrapping around your chest in an attempt to comfort yourself as his gaze burns through you.

"Are you lying?" He sneers as he grips the base of your scalp, making you yelp before you remember his threat and slam your lips together.

"Have you been slutting around behind my back? Is that why you were so damn insistent about your birth control? Hm? Answer me!" He drives the blade into the bed next to your head, making you jump to the side and grab at his other arm clumsily.

"No! No, Yunho! Wh- There's never been anyone else, I swear, I swear," you sniffle, looking up at him as your tears start sliding down your temples. "I swear, Yunie."

"You swear? Oh, you swear, do you? That's what you said about marrying me, too."

"I m-meant it," you sob as he yanks the blade from your bed; thinking you're its next target.

"Did you?" He yanks you up by the grip he has on the base of your skull, ignoring your cries as he drags you to your desk — where the only light in the room radiates from. "Sign it." He says simply as he shoves you into your chair.

You look away from him slowly, rubbing your sore scalp as you look at the paper.

CERTIFICATE OF MARRIAGE.

"Yunho..."

He raises his eyebrows, looking you up and down as he leans against the wall. "Sign it, doll."

"I br- but- I broke up wi-"

He pushes off the wall quickly and slaps you.

He slaps you so hard your ears ring. Your head snaps to the side. Your jaw drops. His hand is the size of your entire face.

"You say those words one more damn time..." He pants, throwing the knife onto the desk before slapping your other cheek; throwing your head in the opposite direction with a cry of pain. "I seriously fucking dare you. See what happens. I'm already mad, love. Your efforts have been cute, but I'm tired of it. Time to face reality. You belong to me. Sign the paper."

With a shaking hand, you pick up the pen quickly —

And you sign your name right next to his.

You drop the pen like it's burned you, staring at the paper for a moment before you look at him. He looks down at the paper and smiles, barely noticeable. "Good." He says before leaning and pressing his lips to yours roughly.

You stay there, stunned, until he pulls back — and slaps you. "Ow!" You scream. It hurts so much more the second time when your cheek is already sore and undoubtedly bruising.

"Say you're my wife."

"Wha-"

Slap! "Say it."

"I'm your wife..." You stare up at him, shivering, "Yunho, please, calm d-"

Slap! "Say you love me."

"I love you!" You yell as you push yourself back on the chair, getting caught almost effective immediately. "Please, stop-"

He wraps his hands up in your shirt and pulls you up, dragging you the few steps back to the bed and throwing you on it.

You fall onto your back and sniffle quietly, "t-thank you."

He laughs as he crawls back over you. "You think I'm finished? Oh, that's cute... Your punishment hasn't even started yet. You really think I'm going to go easy on you when you just broke my heart like that?"

Your heart falls into the depths of your uneasy stomach as he trails his hands up your waist. "You're my wife?" He arches an eyebrow, urging you.

"Yes," you nod, breath caught in your throat.

"And..." He leans over, mumbling against your lips, "you love me?"

"Yes."

"That's beautiful, sweetheart," he smiles a bit more before he bites at your lips. "I think I know what will make happy... What will make you stay."

Before you can tell him you've changed your mind, you'll stay as long as he never slaps you again because your entire face is sore now —

"A baby."

He slips his hands under your shirt, running them along your stomach. "Being a Mommy finally going to make you settle down? The Mommy to my babies?"

"Wai-"

"Yeah, it will~" He grins widely as he turns you to lay on your belly, shoving your face into the sheets as he speaks right into your ear, "and every time you look at them, you'll remember how much this fucking hurt."

─MARRY ME★.─────

[thehydraethereal]

Rafe Cameron x reader

⒉ Not hitting you when you anger him, waiting until he calms down and you detense.

⒙ Him finding your "escape" bag and burning it in front of you.

Rafe and the reader are married. Reader is a housewife but by force and Rafe is just ever abusive to her, she plans an escape and packs her bags but rafe finds it and confronts her about it. He waits until is distracted and caught off guard to hit her, rafe kind of locks reader in the house so people won’t see her bruisers on her face

  ❝ BLEED ME DRY ❞

ˁ ⌗ S4 DARK!HUSBAND RAFE CAMERON && WIFE ⌗ READER

CONTENT WARNINGS - HERE 𓆧 PROMPTS - here.

Your hands tremble so hard, fingers looking like twigs in the unforgiving way of the wind of a thunderstorm. The weathered denim bag you had hidden until now was tossed roughly at your feet and beside it, stood your husband, Rafe, his composure anything but empathic.

Ever since your finger was ringed with the golden band, you, despite your lack of consent and despite your disgust, never dared to disobey your husband, not because you believed that was the rightful thing to do, but because of the horrifying temper he had. You were sure that, if you ever angered him willingly, he would have probably murdered you.

And the thought of living with a man you had never truly loved, and with your potential murderer was not an easy burden. That is when you decided to flee this miserable life.

But, to your terror, Rafe was much more careful with your moves than you had believed.

You could not physically scream, throat closed with lumps of disbelief and utter fear.

Rafe approached you and you jumped, shoulder bumping into the wall. His hand, surprisingly tender, extended and touched your jaw. You flinched again at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, and shut your eyes tightly.

"Why did you try to leave me, hmm?", your husband asked as his large palm wrapped around the back of your head, pushing you even more in the warmth of his embrace. "Am I not...good? Good enough for my-my wife to act fucking grateful?", Rafe's voice broke as the question left his lips, fingers pressing against his own chest, after he released your face. When he finished his words, your husband wrapped his arm around your torso.

You were so confused, his behaviour made your brain vibrate with pain, but the way his chest rumbled when he talked and the way his forearm was pushing at your spine to hug you tighter was giving you an odd form of comfort.

"Tell me the truth, baby...", he asked, voice firmer, but coated with a subtle sweetness.

You broke into a wrecking sob, and he squeezed you even tighter. Guilt and confusion swallowed the fear you had in your bones, but when you rose your gaze, Rafe's eyes were rather rageful, and his breaths came out as angered puffs, making your insides churn in terror, despite your foolish state of comfort you had seconds ago.

His hand fisted in your hair and he pushed you harshly into the wall. You felt his musculature and veins pumping with vengeful strength, and your eyes pooled with tears.

A sudden backhand was thrown at the delicate skin of your cheek. Instinctually, you brought your hand up to cup the bruise already forming beneath the skin, but Rafe prevented it by grabbing your wrist. "You-you made me do this. I was a changed man and you fucking made me do this!", he growled at you.

As he released you, he nudged agressively the bag in the fireplace with his foot. "N-no-", you whined, trying to crawl closer to the burning flames, in attempt to save your papers and IDs.

"Fuckin' leave it", Rafe commanded, grabbing the back of your neck. "From now on, you'll do what I say, d'you hear me?". When you didn't answer, he shook you, his grip adjusting harsher. "Huh? Answer, baby", he exhaled, and you whined a 'yes'.

Rafe's bicep curled around your waist, and his heart started racing when he felt your body trembling and jolting with pain. "Don't make me do shit like this again."

A cry tore itself from your throat, when you caught a glimpe of your battered face in the wide window across. "C'mon, don't do this now, baby. I'll jus' cancel that dinner with Ward, so you can fix your face. It's because of you, anyway."

𓆧TAGS ⌗ @essraxi @stargirllanaa (BABY I MISS U BTW)

[arminzblackbimbo]

i’d rather be with you

blackfem!reader x suguru getou

tw: mdni, arranged marriage, breeding kink, he's freaky deaky, oral (fem r.), sitting on face, kinda misogynistic mindset, he talks you thought it, lots of kisses, talks of pregnancy, toes in mouth, fingering, he’s kinda crazy + cocky, reader calls him suguru + ‘guru, + geto, squirting, lots of pet names baby + doll + sweetheart, midsize fic , and bad spelling !!

you sit on your brand new bed in your wedding dress

suguru has taken you back to the mansion he was gifted for your marriage. the grand house coming with chefs, maids, and servants. everything a new couple needs and aspires to have. he has too much money, enough to have you not even thinking about anything else when this marriage was arranged. being told he just needs someone to stay by his side to further his career. really no one knows he is a hopeless romantic, he just wants someone to love and take care of. someone to continue life with

your newlywed husband taking off his cufflinks with his back to you preparing himself to take his wife to bed. your nervous knowing what's done after his clothes are discarded. your no virgin, but suguru is intimidating. he is pretty but he is scary. his handsome features pull you in putting you under hypnosis when he turns to face you "doll you’re shaking like a leaf" he observes you, seeing you nervously shiver in your skin. wringing your hands scared to speak in case your voice waivers.

he stalks towards you, locking eyes with you when you look up at him, your so gorgeous his heart stops for a little bit. you feel his strong hands hold the sides of your head. craning his body over you to makes soft kisses along your forehead. "my beautiful, beautiful wife" he already feels for you deeply. you make his stomach fill with butterflies. he can’t believe he found the right person to be with

he lets the kisses linger, your skin becoming covered in goosebumps. savoring the feeling, he suddenly softly lays his forehead on yours locking eyes with you again, you stomach sinking at the actions. it’s so intimate, the words just slip out. “i love you” his voice whispers, your eyes just widened at his affectionate. you barely know him, how can he love you already ?

he doesn’t care that you don’t respond he has enough love in his heart for the both of you. lifting his head to look down at your body, the dress conceals your skin from him. he touches the white material rubbing it between his fingers “will you let me undress you sweetheart ?”

he waits for you approval fingers snaking to assists you out your gown when you nod your head. unhooking your dress in the back, so he can slip it off of you. breathing hard when he just see your underwear underneath. he is so amazed with your body already and your not even fully naked. "your hips are perfect" lightly smiling while he outlines the shape. his hands squeezing there too. the smile having an intent you didn't even realize.

it almost makes your skin crawl with how creepy it is. moving his hand so he can rub your stomach in a circular motion almost like he is fantasying, adoration in his eyes. he's thinking deeply about something. kissing you on your temple. "i want you to carry my children" you nearly jump out your skin when you look into his wild eyes and see the seriousness

he is slightly scaring you "but sugu- " your eyes widened, just barely married to him after the many, many arrangements and he wants you to have his kids. you can’t even wrap your head around it. he grips your cheeks together to quiet you

"you're my wife, you will have my babies" he is stern. making sure you knows his intentions and plans. your mouth moves and you can't even say anything you just nod your head with your mouth agape. he likes seeing you submissive. slowly taking off the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare for his eyes to marvel at . “you’re so perfect” he twirls you around looking at every square inch his eyes can see

taking your hand leading you to the wide bed. laying you on top of him. aside from the kiss at the alter you’ve had no other kisses or touches. he takes your breath away when he gives you a firm kiss. lazily sticking his tongue in your mouth as he works his tongue with yours. groaning when he grabs your soft skin. he can’t believe he convinced you to marry him. even if he used his money and status, he is happy he caught you when he did. he will do whatever it takes to keep you by his side

he is breathing hard when he pulls away from your sugar like lips “sit on my face baby” you look at him puzzled, youve never done that before. it’s something new, he can see your wide eyes, he is growing to love that frazzled look. he responses before you even get a chance to say anything “i’m your husband, i’m here for your pleasure” massaging your soft skin to give you encouragement.

your avoiding looking at his piercing eyes. feeling his hand pull your chin to get that eye contact. pecking your lips, he would say it’s his new addition but everything about you has him newly addicted. your eyelashes flutter when you look at him. it gives him butterflies again. “i’m just nervous”

“there’s no need to be, i’m here to learn your body. so you can come to me for your release” he is someone you’ve never dealt with. you’ve only read about men like him. he doesn’t even seem real as he obverses your facial expressions. it makes you blush, your face extremely hot. he gives a tap on your butt, “go head doll”

you move slow, reluctant. moving up his body to almost squat above his face. feet planted, giving yourself plenty of room away him like your scared of him. “suguru are you sure ?” he rolls his eyes, snatching your hips to have your core at his mouth. slowly working his lips against your soft skin. giving your wet kisses all over your mound. your still hovering above him, he has to pull you closer until your knees hit the bed

“yes ‘m sure, need you close baby” his voice sounds so syrupy and thick. the beginning licks he gives you makes you jump. he has to wrap his strong arms around your thighs to keep you still. his low moans vibrate between your legs. causing you to feel the wetness start to leak onto his tongue

he is starting a teasing pace with his thick tonuge. rotating around your pulsing clit. softly sucking so he can hear your delicate noises leave your mouth. you taste so good, smell even better he doesn’t know what to do with himself just savoring you on his tastebuds as he starts to almost ravish you. you hear his soft moans echoing off your plush thighs. the taste frying his brain already, hands around his head on fingers tensing up in the silk blankets. you whimper first, then he hears your sensual sounds. his tongue is doing wonders, making you jump when the electricity course through your veins.

moving to your entrance. your wetness leaking down his throat, the more his tongue laps at you. his brain is thumping hard. his erection standing talk still confined in his slacks. rolling his tongue to swallow all he can. doing one certain suck of his lips that have your hands flying to grip his hair. hands not knowing what to do. “ugh oh my- g-geto” he is almost animalistic, shoving his face as deep as he could so he could properly work. he is lapping at you seeing you convulse over him. “right there, r-right there ”

you feel light prodding at your entrance. one of his thick fingers coming to penetrate you. feel you tense up at the intrusion “relax sweetheart” he pulls away just to calm you down. moving slow to slide in, hitting your gspot precisely. your knees buckling into the sheets while he slowly thrust into you silk like walls. they're feels so soft he cant wait

you pull on his wild hair, when his fingers work up a steady rhythm “wait wait” your toes are twitching while he continues paying you no mind not until he gets what he wants. your poor hips held harder when you try to lift them. your body is clenching up, feel the pleasure shoot up from your tensed up toes. you can feel the creeping sensation of your high, it’s scary how fast you feel it coming. you can feel it in your veins. pulling on his hair harder hearing him moan louder.

the pain from his scalp is something that he groans at. the white of your eyes the part show as you orgasm. its strong and it knocked you off your senses fully relaxing on his face as you try and catch your breath but he keeps going. working his tongue and fingers into you intensely. “ ‘guru” he likes the name. how it slips from your mouth as almost a plea. he just can’t enough he had to force himself away from you using all his self control to pull his fingers out of you

tenderly kissing all over your mound as your nerves calm down. your feel sexual attraction more then ever the more he does soft movements towards you. your stomach clenching and unclenching as you try to unwind. suddenly feeling him set you on the soft silk sheets

laid on your back breathing hard, barely collecting yourself still feeling him touch all over you. vision hazy as you look at his muscle toned body hovering over you. you didn’t see him strip. seeing him naked just makes everything worse. your attraction worse, your arousal is worse. the thickness between his legs standing tall at attention, you pull his hard body on top of yours. so you can steal his lips surpising him enough to stick your tongue in his mouth the sexual tension wiping your nerves away

your body is calling for him, saying it needs him from the way you shiver and shake to the wetness leaking out of you steadily. he can feel you love him, you don’t have say it. pulling away to kiss all over your face. moving slow he wants to savor this. his first time being sexual with you, he needs to in-grave it in his memory. trailing down to kiss your neck slowly sucking on your soft skin. “so prefect, perfect for me. mmh i love you so much ”

the words still making your stomach drop feeling him kiss down between your breast trailing down your stomach. pulling your legs apart to kiss the crease between your thighs. lips moving farther down to under your knee and finally working to your foot as he pecks each toe. moving back in place to hover over you, his pupils dilate wide almost scaring you. maneuvering your body to have your delicate leg placed over his toned shoulder. kissing your calf tenderly like it was on your face. lightly snatching your ankle he put the toes to lips again. liking the pretty white polish. smooching the polish on each toe. licking the color to see if there is a taste. putting the toes in his mouth the get the flavor of them. letting them pop out

everything about you tastes good. he can’t get enough, craving you already. he needs a quick taste of you, sticking the fingers that were just in your walls on his tongue. the taste stirring his veins. he is a moaning mess when he pulls them away from his mouth. watching him in disbelief “you ready for me ?” he wants to be sure. seeing you nod your eagerly does nothing for his ego he needs to hear it out your mouth “say it”

“im ready for you suguru” he wish he was stronger hearing his name from your lips makes him weaker. his head cloudy with need for you, he moved with cation taping his large tip on your entrance. it’s alarming how he is so thick, he can the wetness coating him little by little. moving to your clit to slide against with his length, rock against your slowly. your soft moans making his body overheat

biting his lip to control himself, he can’t spill too early. your brown skin is glistening, it’s like he is under a spell with you. he lines himself up with you. sliding in steadily seeing you back arch lightly. his movements snail like on purpose. he doesn’t want to hurt you, doesn’t want to selfish for just his pleasure. lowering down to kisses against your neck. legs straining from being pull back

the feeling of him inside you is so intense as continues to work his length inside. stretching you so wide, as you feel your pelvises meet. all the way to the hilt has youre eyes watering. his lips coming to yours when he starts to grind into you. scratching an inch in your walls you didn’t know you had pulling away from his hungry lips when hips thrust into you slowly "mmh geto i-it's so deep" your trying to free your leg from his grasp.

kisssing your calf, “i know baby, i know can’t help it, was blessed with this dick just for you” he trust slower not to overwhelm you. seeing your face twist in pleasure. you’re a sight to behold. he wants to pat himself on the back. “my skilled tongue just for you, my hair just for you to tug on” lips now working in your collar bone sucking small hickies. he puts his arms under your back locking them to together so he can pull almost all the way out of you to slide all the way back in seeing your body convulse “was made for you, made to be your husband”

moving to push you other legs on you shoulder giving you that deep stroke that makes you dizzy. your whimpers are getting to him. they are chipping away at him. your toes flex over his shoulder while he thrust into you again. tapping your cervix lightly causing pleasurable cramps to hit your senses. no one's ever hit those spot in you. you try to push on his flexing stomach. the feeling new to you you want more but at the same time it a little overwhelming “is it right there ?” the tone teasing you. you’re so cute when you nod your head really fast "sweetheart, I gotta hit that spot to make you feel good "

he wants you to be pleasured to the fullest. his hips humping just a little faster. your wetness is coating him, he is trying to hold his composure. your so warm, so tight he can’t help but to moan, letting his moans ring out to your ears. everything he is doing is affecting your body, not evening knowing what to do with your hands until you pull him closer to taste his lips again

something about the kisses has you turning into a puddle under him. the way his tongue works against yours has both your sounds of pleasure echoing off each other. feeling him hold your bottom lips in his teeth as he pulls away letting it pop back in place after he stretched it. “i love you” it’s so soft when it hits your ears. the flip in your stomach getting worse when he smiles at you, one that would make your panties drop if you had them on. pushing both thighs against your chest. his hard chest on top of your thighs while his calfs are now on his shoulders.

your hands move to cover the loud almost sob like sounds that leave your lips. "uncover your mouth i want to maids to hear how good i'm fucking you" snatching your hand from your mouth. the cries leaving your lips getting louder. your thighs to your chest are making you shiver almost and shake "want everyone to know you're mine" sucking more bruises on your neck, as he licks your heated skin, sweat picking up on his taste buds

looking at you he can see the undeniable look of euphoria. “talk to me, wanna hear you” rolling his pelvis just right to make you throw your head back. throwing your reply behind your eyelids with your eyeballs. barely catching your answer when he does it again

“feels too good, too deep, i-i can’t take it” his eyes light up just looking at you barely collect yourself, he is insane. it’s like he gains energy from seeing you overwhelmed. your eye rolled back make him thrust harder and deeper.

each roll of his pelvis has a different noise leaving your swollen lips. “come on (୨୧), this only the first night. i'm going easy on you" he sees the moans getting caught i your chest the more pleasure corses through your body. the way your positioned. his large tip taping close to your slimy cervix.“breathe through it doll, don’t hold your breath” the wetness of you keep dripping all over him. he feels your body tense up slowly “relax into it baby” he moves to drag you through your high. your hands coming to grip his back tightly pulling him closer

you take his advice even though each thrust hits you deep in your gut. breathing in and out. the tingles starting to spread all your body. making your legs quiver against your chest. releasing the tension from your body, feeling suguru take your ankle from his shoulder quick to push your toes back in his mouth. the overstimulation of everything has your orgasm hitting you like a brick house, the steady steam of liquid flying out of you against getos stomach

“good girl let it out, there you go baby” he is quick to get down to your ear letting your ankle go. “you feel so good doll, gonna give you all my babies” your tight walls making his groin churn. hearing your sweet cries. still squirting on his abdomen as he strokes it out of you more and more. "gonna be the best momma, the prettiest momma" he pants freakily over you hands having to grip the sheets to not get carried away with your body

you’re liquid done leaving your body, now numb all over. feeling his tip jerk into you as he continues to babble in your ear. he knows he is close he can only last so long. he has never felt this submitted to someone. he feels under a spell with you both skin to skin, raw walls swallowing him, moans in his ear. your ankles coming to pull him in by his neck. nails searching down his toned back. lips quick to latch onto his, tongue moving quickly with each other’s

he for once in his life is overwhelmed. his sperm quick to leave his body. hitting your cervix with accuracy, the intensity is so much you hear quiet whimpers leave his lips, “i love you” it’s little a breath of air that leaves him. it’s so warm when the cream jerks into you.

“so full ‘guru” you speak right against his lips. looking into his eyes when you feel more cum leave him. he presses all the way flush to you deep as he is allowed making you scramble away from him. making you really feel it in your stomach

“can’t believe you’re my wife” he barely collected his breath. ready to see how you’re doing. quick to not let his high take over his body just yet “you did so good for your first night sweetheart, you feel alright ?” unwrapping your ankles from around his neck. kissing them softly and massaging the skin. moving your thighs off your chest. touching all over your body

you’re eyes are glazed over, pupils blown out. voice syrupy he sees you’re out of it. sees you in a space of ultimate euphoria. “i feel so good” you’re body shivering as he pecks your lips. he is slow to pull out of you. hearing you hiss, as your walls pulse out his cum. quick to pull your legs back and work a thick finger into you. pushing as much as he can back into you

“gotta clean you up, made such a mess” lowering his face to lick the sweat off your stomach. seeing your abdomen clench, as he pops his finger out of you “ ‘m sorry for being so messy baby, i’ll always clean you up. i’ll do everything for you, won’t have to do anything ever” kissing lower to your swollen folds from his harsh arousal your thick lips so puffy. “never lift one finger sweetheart” he is rambling everything of the top of his head. his mouth watering seeing your leak more liquid and his cream

his silky tongue moves fast to work against your chubby clit. eating his cum out you sensually making your body convulse. “s-suguru please” crawling up the bed while he continues. continuing to clean up his hard work. legs coming to trap his head between your plush thighs. hands coming to pull on his soft hair. licking until he feels you’re all clean. pulling away to kiss at your slimy flesh

coming up for air. pecking his lips up your body, until he has your lips against his, tasting your juices and his cream all over his tongue. nearly jumping out your skin when you feel him thrust so snail like into you again

“gotta make sure it sticks doll”

[venusbyline]

Out of Love (1/4)

— summary: Everyone talks about how Aegon the Conqueror married one sister out of duty and the other one out of desire. Unlike his ancestor, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon wants to marry both his aunt and his cousin out of love.

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Targtower!reader x Baela Targaryen

— type: smut

— chapter's warnings: female!reader, Targcest (nephew/aunt & cousin/cousin), threesome FFM (female/female/male), throuple, corruption kink, vaginal sex, doggy style position, oral sex (female receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, scissoring/tribadism, creampie, overstimulation, secret relationship, cuddling & snuggling, aftercare, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, dom!Baela, reader is Alicent's second daughter, mild hurt/comfort, kinda fluff too, canon divergence (No The Dance of the Dragons), porn with plot. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

— author's notes¹: I'm not a Jacela shipper, but I had the idea for this shortfic yesterday. So... I'm writing for them hahaah btw, don't worry cuz this story wouldn't be a love triangle, the characters are a throuple, the three of them love each other equally, they just have different dynamics between them.

— author's notes²: Out of Love is a mini series involving Targcest, throuple and forbidden love.

— author's notes³: Each chapter will contain its own trigger warnings.

— author's notes⁴: If you want to be tagged for the next chapters, tell me!!! <3 <3

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You were on Jacaerys' bed for the third time that week, enjoying the carnal pleasures that he and his betrothed were willing to teach you.

Ever since Rhaenyra succeeded to the Iron Throne and the entire family was forced to get closer, you had become almost inseparable from your nephews and cousins — which had deeply irritated your mother and your brother Aemond, although you did not mind so much, because at least you could have some true friends.

Surprisingly, both the crown prince and Baela showed an intense interest in you, something that was wrong — at least in the eyes of the Seven —. You tried to resist at first, denying their advances and saying that you were saving yourself for a future marriage.

All that resistance fell apart when you caught them having sex during a random afternoon. The sight of Baela riding on Jacaerys' cock, her breasts bouncing right in front of his face as he grabbed her hips to help her move even faster... It was too much for you, and you did not even try to hide your accidental presence there.

After that day, the couple dedicated themselves to showing you a lot of sexual things that could be pleasurable for you and would not take your maidenhead — since you were afraid that you would not get a propitious betrothal if you were not a virgin anymore.

On that night in question, Baela was eating you out and Jacaerys was fucking her from behind at the same time.

"Mmm, that feels so good..." Baela moaned when Jacaerys fucked hard inside her, hitting that most sensitive spot.

"So fucking good..." Jacaerys grabbed her hips for more intense thrusts, growling when she shook her ass to tease him. His attention turned to you as he saw you squeezing your own breasts and enjoying Baela's full lips sucking on your clit. "Is Baela making you feel good, sweetheart?"

You opened the eyes and stared at Jacaerys behind his betrothed, who was between your spread legs. "Yeah, baby... It feels so good." The sweet, trembling praise made Baela chuckle, sending a tingle through your bundle of nerves.

Speeding up his movements, Jacaerys slapped Baela's ass once, tilting his body down so he could grab her curly, white hair and push her a little further against your cunt.

Baela gasped in pleasure, because of the rough thrusts and the sweet taste of your juices soaking her face. Sensing that Jacaerys was close to the high, she wiggled her ass again against his groin and increased the stimulation on his cock.

"B-Baela... Shit, love, I am going to cum," Jacaerys' moan sounded like a whimper and he almost felt ashamed of himself. However, despite his desire to cum on your breasts or your face, he remembered about the same fetish shared by the three of you. Then he grabbed both of Baela's buttocks one last time before spilling his seed inside her tight cunt.

The princess hummed at the delightful feeling of Jacaerys' cock throbbing and filling her insides with dense, warm spurts.

The poor boy barely had time to recover, pulling himself out and lying on the other side of the bed, his head aching a little bit from the pleasure. He looked at his seed dripping from Baela's entrance, giving a weak smile and taking a deep breath at the sight of her purplish inner lips.

Lying there, Jacaerys rested while Baela sat up, only to fit her legs over yours right away. A whine escaped your lips at the sticky sensation of Baela's cunt on you, Jacaerys' cum making everything slippery.

She held one of your legs to keep them wide open, lips parted and brow furrowed, a clear demonstration of how aroused you were making her feel. One of your hands went up to her breast, the soft weight in your palm sending shivers down both of yours.

"Baela..."

"I am close too, darling..." She whispered, biting the lower lip as she heard your needy whimper. Rolling her hips back and forth, Baela arched her head back, moaning loudly when your two clits rubbed against each other.

The chambers filled with the wet sounds of your cunts and the ones of pleasure as you both reached the climax. The pace of Baela's hips stuttered, but she kept moving them so she could prolong her high, stopping only when she heard your whimper and realized that you were already too overstimulated.

"She will have to go back to her private chambers in a few hours..." Baela whispered, stroking your silver hair while you slept snuggled against Jacaerys' sweaty chest.

The crown prince clenched his jaw, looking at your sleepy form. You seemed so serene like that, together with them, resting after experiencing one more hint of the pleasure they were capable of giving you. It was not fair that you had to sneak out of there and leave them so soon.

It was not fair that you had to leave them.

Noticing the silence of her cousin, Baela gossiped with a tense tone: "Rumors are running through King's Landing. You know... They are about the fact Alicent is probably considering a betrothal between her and Daeron."

There was no surprise on Jacaerys's face, but rather anger. He knew about the rumors and he also knew that you had plenty of suitors from other Houses, all of them interested in a political alliance. You were beautiful, young, fertile and with your maidenhead intact, besides being a Targaryen princess. Any single lord in his right mind would try to have a chance.

That did not make the situation any easier to overcome. "I do not want this to happen. And I know very well that you do not want that either."

Baela remained quiet for a few moments, her heart warming seeing you and Jacaerys cuddling in his bed, the after-sex smell making her aroused for the second time in that night — though she was not going to say anything about it, considering everyone was exhausted and Jacaerys were quite tense, just like herself.

The last thing Baela and Jacaerys wanted was to have to end whatever was going on between the three of you someday. The idea of you marrying someone, really falling in love with your future husband, or at least being forced to be faithful to him panicked them...

They wanted you. They needed you. They loved you too much to let you move on any time soon.

“I could try to convince my mother and then marry both of you,” Baela raised an eyebrow at Jacaerys’ words, clearly not shocked by the prince’s impulsive decision. He seemed to realize that too, because he immediately frowned, all frustrated. "Do not give me that look, love. I would not be the first Targaryen man to do something like that. Aegon the Conqueror married both of his sisters. Maegor the Cruel had six wives."

"Well, that is the problem. One of them was a conqueror and the other one was a tyrant. It's not like the people of Westeros would accept something like that these days," She did not add the fact that he being considered a bastard by the Realm was already enough of an obstacle that his legitimacy as heir might be challenged at some point. He understood what she thought without her even having to say it, though he did not want to admit that she was right. "Being the next king and queen does not give us the freedom to have our every wish granted, Jace."

Jacaerys sighed, too tense for his own good, closing his eyes and trying hard to keep the mind free of melancholy or angry thoughts. Just as he was about to fall asleep, Baela drew his attention back. "However, we can at least try."

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Thinking about Bucky being sterile.

((CW: mentions of non-consensual Castration, discussions of infertility, Reader is implied to be AFAB))

Maybe HYDRA forcibly castrated him, maybe it was just an unfortunate side effect of the Serum variant he got, but regardless it does its job.

And to be clear, I don't think kids are something Bucky wants at this point (or even really thinks he deserves). But you have to remember that he’s from a time period where getting married and having kids was the expected thing a person did, whether he wants them or not not being able to have kids the old fashioned way has to be something that weighs on him in some capacity. Also just the idea that, be it intentional or not, HYDRA stripped him of the ability to even have the choice to have kids is something that feels like a way that they'll always have control over him and his sexuality and his ability to perform.

Maybe it's something that doesnt even really cross his mind until he meets you, and he realizes things are going well, and at some point you two are probably going to sleep together and it's going to come up. And he's terrified.

Because he trusts you.

Because he loves you.

You had had been so understanding, so patient. You'd gone at his pace in terms of physical affection, even though it meant that it was weeks into your relationship before you could even touch him. You'd held his hand and kissed his knuckles while he told you of his past as the Soldier, and had held him when it all became to much, wiping his tears with your thumb and whispering that it was okay, that no one was going to hurt him like that again. You were gentle, and patient, and kind, Bucky knew that.

But what if this was it? What if this was the straw that broke the camel's back, and you finally understood that he was no good, that you were better off without him?

He tried to push it from his mind and enjoy whatever time he got with you.

Trying to make as many good memories as possible so that he could hold onto them when you finally wised up and realized that he was ruined.

This comes to a head one night the two of you are getting hotter and heavier than you've ever been before, unable to keep your hands off each other. He gasps when your hands start to find their way to his belt, pulling away instantly with nervous eyes.

'N-no, it's not..." he struggles to find the words, 'there's something you need to know about me, my body..."

"Bucky?" You ask, wanting to both move closer and give him the space he needs all at once, "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Were we moving too fast?"

You hold his hand as he recounts what was done to him to render him sterile, and he tries to hold onto the memory of your warm hand in his, to memorize every detail for when you leave him behind. You're still holding it when he finishes.

"I understand if you want to leave," Bucky stares at the ground, "I won't stop you."

"Bucky..." you feel your throat tightening, "this doesn't change how I feel about you. Why would you think that it would?"

"Because I'm ruined." Every word in his trembling voice is a sledgehammer blow to your heart, "because I'm damaged goods. Because I can't have sex like a normal person, and if kids are something you want in the future I can't give them to you."

His eyes are filled with unshed tears as you take his face in your hands.

"Look at me, love," you can feel tears streaming down your cheeks, "you are not ruined, do you hear me? You're not. What they did to you was horrific, it was inhumane, but it didn't turn you into damaged goods. I don't care that you can't have sex like a ""normal person"". I will make as many adjustments as you need. I would do anything to make sure you feel safe and comfortable. Especially with something so vulnerable. And as far as kids go? If sometime way, way in the future we decide we want kids, there are other ways, Baby. That's not the only way. And even if it was, I wouldn't care. I just want to be with you, do you understand me? I just want you."

He hugs you tight, burying his face in your shoulder and crying softly as you stroke his hair.

"You have me, Bucky," you whisper, pressing soft kisses to his hair, "you have me, no matter what."

Maybe the two of you end up having sex that night, maybe you don't. It doesn't really matter by that point. And obviously, he's not magically healed of his trauma, he still struggles with his self worth, and his body, but you’re there to help him.

You make him feel good, feel safe. Like he's more than the things that were done to him, that he's worth more than what HYDRA took from him.

He loves you more than he can ever say.

Anyways this got long and ramble-y, but I just got thinking about how Bucky being sterilized would effect him and his self worth and his relationships and got thinking.

[paperstorm]

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“Baby, what are you doing?” TK’s voice asks, soft and concerned.

Carlos shakes his head. He can’t explain it, but he’s also not sure he can get up from the floor. He tries, but the signals from his brain misfire and his limbs stay motionless and heavy. Without looking up, he asks, “Just give me a minute, okay?”

He prays TK will listen. Ideally, TK would just nod and agree and walk away, go have a quick shower or unpack his work bag or something and leave Carlos to wallow in misery unwitnessed for a few minutes so that by the time he comes back Carlos will have managed to pack all this back up and they can just pretend it never happened.

It’s a silly thing to hope for, Carlos knows that. If there’s one thing he knows – and ultimately, loves – about TK Strand, it’s that he rarely does what people want him to do.

“Carlos,” he says again, voice a little closer. “Why are you …”

He trails off, and even though Carlos is neither touching him or looking at him, he can feel the moment when TK gets it.

“Oh,” he whispers, and Carlos clenches his jaw and wants to cry.

“Just give me a minute,” he says again, this time through gritted teeth. Maybe TK will listen if he understands how much Carlos needs it.

Slowly, TK steps toward him. Out of the corner of his eye Carlos can see TK’s jeans moving as his legs bend and he lowers himself down, crossing his legs once he’s on the floor and leaning back against the kitchen cabinets with Carlos.

“I’ll give you as long as you need,” TK murmurs, reaching out to take Carlos’s hand and thread their fingers together. “But not alone. You’re not alone.”

Carlos shudders through an exhale. As always, it’s sympathy that threatens to break him more than anything else. Suddenly it’s as if that music is playing here in their home, a lively beat and jazzy trumpets blaring. The sweet smell of cookies is in his nose, his head throbs as if the wound is still fresh and oozing. It’s only for a moment and then it’s gone, but it’s enough to make Carlos want to curl in on himself and sob until his throat is raw.

“I’m having …” he begins, but the words get caught in his throat.

TK waits, patient and sweet beside him, stroking his forearm. He’s so steady, so kind and understanding and wonderful, and it puts a pit in Carlos’s stomach. He doesn’t want to need so much understanding.

He swallows, trying again despite everything inside him screaming at him to shove it all down and lock it all away and never admit it even to himself.

In a miserably shaky voice, Carlos closes his eyes and whispers, “I’m having trouble not seeing the inside of that kitchen. When I close my eyes.”

“Baby,” TK whispers back, fingers curling into Carlos’s long-sleeved shirt.

“I thought …” Carlos sniffs and chokes again, for a moment, on words he wishes he never has to say, “I thought maybe if I just sat here for a bit, against the cupboards like where she had me tied up, it might force me to face it, and then it might go away.”

TK exhales slowly. “And?”

Carlos shakes his head, screwing his eyes up and fighting back tears. “I can still smell her perfume.”

TK shuffles in closer, gripping Carlos’s hand tight enough to bruise and resting his head on Carlos’s shoulder.

“It’ll stop, I know it will,” Carlos says, assuring himself as much as TK. “I just need to keep trying.”

“You don’t need to do anything. Except let me sit here with you.”

“Don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, I told you. We’re getting married. That means you never have to be alone.”

Carlos sniffs and lets his head lilt to the side, temple resting against TK’s soft hair.

“You haven’t been cooking,” TK says softly.

Gritting his teeth, Carlos feels his whole body tense. He hates that it’s true. He hates that TK noticed. “I thought maybe I was playing it off.”

“You love cooking for me. Of course I picked up on it.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to – ”

“Baby,” TK interrupts gently. “I’m not asking you to start. Not if it’s bringing back bad memories. I just don’t want you to hide from me.”

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[radiohao]

why are men so annoying? + nct wish

sypnosis: arguing w nct wish (hyung line)

pairings: nct wish hyung line x gn!reader

genre: kinda angst, comfort, fluff, some crack, non!idol nct wish, uni!au

warnings: fighting (not physical), lowercase intended, not proofread, first time writing angst, pinching riku, reader is petty but for good reason

wc: 2.9k (my longest fic yet!!)

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oh sion

your boyfriend is someone that is very lighthearted and fun-loving. he makes your rainy days sunny again and is the life of the party. you never thought there'd be a day where you'd find his lack of seriousness a bother to you. but like anything in life, too much of a good thing can easily become a bad thing. as time went by in your relationship, you, like anyone else, starting thinking more about the future — getting married, having kids, and buying a house together are things you wanted with sion. but the two of you tended to live more in the moment instead of constantly wondering what the future holds. it was only when you were nearing the end of your university schooling that you started to question sion regarding future endeavors, especially like getting married or buying a house together. you wanted to settle down, spend your forever with him.

but it seemed that whenever you brought it up, your boyfriend would change the topic or make it seem less serious than you thought it to be. the first few times you brushed it off, but the more he pushed it aside, the more it irritated you, to the point where you starting doubting sion's love for you, thinking he didn't want you for the long-run.

it all blew up one day when you went out with your parents for their anniversary dinner. it was just a family thing, so sion didn't tag along. "honey, when are you and sion getting married?" your mother had asked. you didn't respond, couldn't respond. all you managed to blurt out was, "i'm not sure yet, mom. we're still kinda young, you know?" she nodded understandingly and chuckled. "i suppose you're right. but you're going to graduate from university soon, and you can't live in the dorms forever. no pressure, sweetie. just something to think about."

her words had you thinking about marriage with sion up until the following day when you decided to relax at his dorm. both you and sion sat on the couch, cuddling as you watch your favorite tv show.

"sion?"

"hm? yes, baby?" he turned to look at you.

"when are we gonna get married?" you ask him. "we've been dating for a while now." sion's breath hitches at your question, and he scoffs before planting a kiss to your forehead. "let's not think about that right now baby, it's not what's important at the moment." your brows furrow in frustration, and you take a breath before speaking back.

"it is important. babe, you can't just brush it off every single time i ask you about getting married or moving in together — we're not getting any younger."

"i'm not brushing it off, it's just not what we should be prioritizing-"

"so when will you?"

"soon, baby. just not right now." you're slowly getting even more irritated.

"when is soon? it doesn't really seem like you want to get married to me..." you mumble towards the end.

"i never said that- why are you accusing me?"

"i'm not accusing you?? you're just not giving me a direct answer! sion, i'm going to get my degree soon. i need to know what plans you have for us-"

"i don't have any, i just- don't think about that stuff when it comes to you." he blurts out. you look at him silently, eyes wide. you sigh, not finding the energy to say anything back. "i'm gonna go home," you utter. "it's late." you sit up from the couch and grab your bag, walking towards the door. "baby, no— i didn't mean it like that," he says, grabbing your wrist. you muster a small smile, saying, "it's okay, let's just talk about this tomorrow." you take sion's hand off yours and walk out the door, leaving him standing there.

tomorrow never came. you stopped bringing it up after that one night, deciding not to stir up another argument again. sion noticed, of course. he thought you would mention marriage at a certain time, but two weeks went by and no words were spoken regarding your future. you began to drown in assignments and exams, and sion went back to mokpo to visit his parents. you two barely spoke, words like 'how are you?' and 'did you eat yet?' being thrown around. silence filled the space in your dorm, your texts, and your relationship.

you assumed he forgot, that he was actually glad that it was never mentioned again. but you were proved wrong when you arrived home one evening after a long study session at the library. you open your dorm to find it neatly organized, blankets folded and condiments put away into the pantry. you look around in confusion, until you see oh sion sitting on your couch, flowers in hand.

"what are you doing here?" you ask him, cautiously taking a step forward. he stands up and hands you the flowers, your fingers brushing against his. you realize then how much you missed this; how much you missed him. his touch, his affection. maybe you should've talked about this sooner. but sion beats you to it.

"we should've talked about this sooner. i'm sorry i didn't bring it up, i thought you didn't want to talk about it- okay, that's not the point. i wanted to give you a proper apology. i'm sorry i never took those conversations seriously and for always brushing it off. i lied when i said i don't think about that kind of stuff. in fact, i think about it too much. to be honest, i'm just-" he exhales shakily, "i'm scared. i'm scared that you'll realize you won't want forever with me, scared that the universe's idea of forever doesn't have us in it. but i realized that you want it as much as i do. so yes, i do want to get married, maybe in about a year, get our own place, have a family of our own, and grow old together. i want it all with you, so please, let me make it up to you."

you say nothing but grab his shoulders and pull him in for a warm embrace. both you and sion bask in each other's touch for a while, the world stopping for you two, the stars glistening in joy.

maeda riku

riku is a very patient and understanding person, you know all too well. but sometimes you wish he wasn't as patient as he is, especially now that his childhood friend nako moved to the same university you and riku attend. like any sweet person would do, riku welcomed her with open arms and let her adjust at her own pace. he introduced nako to you, of course, as well as sion, yushi, jaehee, ryo, and sakuya. over time, she became a part of your little group with the other guys.

you really had no problem with her being close with your boyfriend. no matter how much your friends said he was pushing boundaries, you trusted riku with everything in you. he always made time for you despite having to help nako get used to living in a new place. it started to get a little suspicious, like her getting way too close to riku, but alas, you decided to brush it off, thinking she was just shy to talk to others.

she was in fact, not shy to talk to others. you saw her conversing with some other girls in the halls, overhearing her saying something about how he's so hot and that she just needed to get rid of his girlfriend. you obviously knew she was referring to you and riku. you at least tried to warn riku, saying she's the devil's spawn, but he laughed it off, thinking you just had a little misunderstanding. but no matter how irritated you were, you sucked it up and just pushed those feelings down. but it all blew up one day for you when riku brought her to one of your dates.

the two of you had planned to watch the new wicked movie together. you were looking forward to it especially because you had a long week and needed some boyfriend time with your one and only. little did you know another person would be tagging along, because when you're waiting in front of the theater, you see riku walking towards you with nako by his side. "hi baby! sorry, little rain check — nako had to tag along because her place is full of termites. she had to call pest control to have them exterminated." he says happily, nako just stupidly nodding along.

as much as you tried to keep your composure, you couldn't help but scoff. you lean into riku's ear and whisper harshly, "you did not have to bring her. you could've had ryo or something hang out with her." he looks at you a little surprised, like he didn't expect you to not like the idea of another girl tagging along on your date. he whispers back, "i know, i tried, but she said she was more comfortable with me." your face bitters and you turn to nako, who is still standing there like she can't comprehend where she is. you cross your arms and sigh, "nako, i love you so much girl, but respectfully — this was supposed to be our date. meaning, just me and riku. nothing against you, but maybe we can call ryo or sakuya so they can accompany you. is that fine?"

she purses her lips in concentration and looks back at you, "u-um, i don't want someone e-else to join. i'm only okay with riku-chan." it takes everything in you not to smack the crap out of her face. you're not one to fight, but you're also not one to let people disrespect your boundaries. "nako, this is a date. just for riku and i," you repeat slowly. she grumbles softly and speaks up again, "i can j-just stay on the side! don't worry." you cannot believe the audacity this girl has, so you take your car keys and turn back to riku, whispering into his ear once more.

"if she won't leave, i will."

riku doesn't even have time to react before you're taking your car keys out and walking to the parking lot. he tries to go after you, but nako grabs his arm and asks him to stay. you later send a voice message to riku later that day, full of words like "you have no boundaries!' to "why don't you just date nako then for christ's sake?" riku heads to your dorm immediately, pounding on the door aggressively. you open the door and find him standing there, sweat dripping down the tips of his hair. "what do you want, maeda?" you say coldly. your boyfriend winces at your tone, and he asks, "can i please come in?" you give him a disgusted look, scoffing, "fine."

he sits on your dining table, panting. you assume he ran here. a small part of you feels bad for him because he seems so tired, but the bigger part tells you to just leave him be. as he catches his breath, you take it upon yourself to start the conversation.

"look, honey. i know nako is a nice girl and all but-"

"i'm sorry. you were right — she's literally the devil's spawn. she tried to get me to stay, saying we could go on a date instead. god, i don't know how i didn't see it sooner. i just left her there, told her not to talk to me again. and i blocked her on everything. i'm so sorry, baby."

you walk over and pinch riku's cheek, and he winces at the pain. "i told you!!" you scold. he laughs despite the sting and nods. you snicker, enjoying the fact that he just lets you do this to him. you cup his face and kiss riku, lips capturing each other's effortlessly.

even after you two reconciled, riku did his best to make it up to you anyway, buying you gifts and taking you out to more dates than you've ever been to before. whenever nako passes by, he gives her a look nastier than spoiled milk to the point where you have to tell him to stop so she doesn't try to beat his ass.

and whenever you think about her from time to time, he never fails to reassure you and let you know he's the only one for you as you are for him. maybe having an incredibly patient boyfriend is good after all.

tokuno yushi

your relationship with yushi is peaceful because he isn't one to start arguments and you're not one to provoke him. but you noticed that he doesn't really give details regarding his day or events that are coming up. you feel that sometimes he talks to you like you're an acquaintance and not a lover. you try to bring it up to him as you're both making dinner in your dorm.

"yushi, baby."

"yes, my love?"

"i noticed that you don't really like- tell me everything."

"huh? but i do, baby."

"i know, but like, you just say 'i had class today' or 'i went to the store.' you don't say all the details- hell, i don't even know your schedule."

he purses his lips a little before continuing. "i don't think you need to know all of the details."

you turn around to roll your eyes before sighing, "yeah, i guess."

maybe yushi thought that'd be the end of that conversation, but he was incredibly wrong. you hate arguing with yushi because it never gets you anywhere, so you do the second best thing and give him a taste of his own medicine. every single time he asks you, "how was your day, baby?" all you say is "good," "okay," "alright." is it petty? definitely. but it's better than screaming and yelling at your boyfriend, isn't it?

you were slowly getting impatient. it's been about a week, and it seemed like yushi was a little too nonchalant to notice how petty you were trying to be. but little did you know, he did notice. how could he not? you used to tell him every single thing, from what time you woke up to what brand socks you decided to put on for the day. but now your responses are one or two words. he wondered what he did wrong, until he thought back to your little argument and realized that you were just doing it to get back at him. he had a plan in his mind and decided to go for it.

one day, you and yushi are hanging out at a nearby cafe after class. silence isn't uncommon for you two, but this particular silence is too unbearable, so you suck it up and ask your boyfriend how his day was.

"well, it was good." of course, you think.

"i had science first, and all we did was write some notes while our professor talked about our upcoming test. then i had my language class, which was much better because we did a little group activity as a way to memorize the terms we learned. lunch was okay, sion and riku had to stay back at their class so they weren't there. i had to basically babysit ryo and saku. my last class was math, which was so boring, i almost fell asleep. no, i did actually. riku had to wake me up. how about you, baby?"

you're staring at yushi like he grew a second head because he just spoke more words than he does when talking to his friends. you point at him, absolutely puzzled. "what, who- who are you? what did you do with my boyfriend?" you say accusingly. yushi can't contain it anymore and laughs at your reaction. he takes your hand from across the table and rubs his thumb on your knuckles.

"it's me, y/n. you thought i didn't notice how you started replying like me?" he says. all you can do is stare at him, not expecting him to bring it up. "i'm sorry for what i said last week. maybe you don't need to hear all the details, but you want to, and that's what i love about you. the genuine interest you have for others. i realized that those small things matter to you, and that it's what keeps our relationship interesting. i'll work on it, for you. only if you promise to just tell me next time. i know you don't wanna fight, but it's better than leaving things unsaid."

you smile softly and chuckle. "god, i hate how well you know me," you say sarcastically. "i'm sorry too, i should've just told you instead of making things difficult." he shakes his head, "it's okay, we'll both learn."

your relationship with yushi is peaceful because he isn't one to start arguments and you're not one to provoke him. but it's also peaceful because he understands you like no other and doesn't invalidate your feelings, rather, he makes you feel seen, heard. you learn that he talks about his day vaguely because he pays attention to other things, like the way you hold his hand in the cold of the night, the way your nose scrunches when your allergies are getting worse again, and the way you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

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author's note: hiii! requested by @pppopppyyy :)) i hope it's okay :'> have a good day/night everyone i love uuuuu!!

[anything-pov]

Can you write Emily helping Reader with a clogged milk duct

(had a baby a week ago?)

The Clogged Duct 😬

The night was quiet, for once. Their daughter, Grace, had finally gone down for more than an hour, swaddled, fed, and with that tiny fist curled against her cheek.

Emily Prentiss had never known silence could feel so delicate. Like any sudden sound might shatter the illusion of peace. She was halfway through brushing her teeth when she heard the soft, broken call from their bedroom.

"Em..."

The tremble in Y/N's voice pulled her instantly. She dropped her toothbrush into the sink and padded barefoot across the hall. The room was dim, only the soft flow of the nightlight painting the room.

Y/N was sitting upright on the bed, one hand curled protectively around her left breast, the other bracing her against the mattress. Her eyes were damp.

"It hurts," she whispered, "It's so blocked... I've tried massaging, pumping. Nothing's working." Emily crossed the room in three quick strides, settling beside her without hesitation.

She gently touched Y/N's knee, grounding her first. "Okay," she said softly, "Let me help, baby." Y/N gave a shaky nod, blinking against fresh tears.

"It's hot and it's sore... and I-I feel like I've failed already. It's only been a week." Y/N whimpered, tears pooling and gently falling. "Hey. No," Emily said immediately, brushing a piece of damp hair from her partner's cheek.

“You’re feeding our baby with your body. You’re doing something incredible. This is just… a bump. One we’ll handle together.” Emily kissed her forehead, then her temple, “Let’s fix this.”

Y/N let out a breath and leaned into her for just a moment. They moved to the bathroom where Emily ran a clean towel under warm water, wrung it out, then carefully folded it.

When she pressed it to Y/N's breast, she watched her partner flinch, then relax slightly into the warmth. “You’re sure?” Emily asked. “I read I can try to help manually if you’re okay with that."

Y/N nodded, cheeks flushed. “I trust you. I just… I really need this to stop hurting.” Emily sat on the edge of the tub, focused and gentle as she worked.

Her touch was clinical, but laced with the kind of care only someone madly in love could offer. She used her knuckles and thumbs just like the guides had said, working slowly from behind the clog toward the nipple, in tiny, steady circles.

She could feel the tension in Y/N's thighs, the tremble in her legs. “I’m here,” Emily whispered. “Just breathe. You’re safe.” Tears pricked Y/N's eyes again, but for a different reason now.

Minutes passed. The warmth of the compress, the firm and loving massage, and eventually, finally, a sudden release. A slow, startling flow.

Y/N let out a noise somewhere between relief and disbelief, her shoulders collapsing forward. “Oh my god,” she murmured, laughing and crying all at once. “It’s working. Emily... it’s working.”

Emily smiled, brushing a kiss to her partner’s shoulder. “Of course it is. I’ve got you.” When it was done, when Y/N had cleaned up and nestled back under the covers, Emily returned with a fresh glass of water, a new towel, and a heating pad.

“You are,” she said, brushing her fingers over Y/N's hair, “the strongest person I’ve ever known. You don’t have to do this alone. Not ever.” Y/N blinked slowly, already half-asleep.

“I know,” she whispered, “I married you.”

Emily climbed in beside her, pulling her close, one hand resting protectively over Y/N's belly, the other brushing against her healing chest.

Outside, the world kept turning. But here, in this quiet room with a sleeping baby in the next, love looked like warm compresses and whispered comfort in the dark.

And Emily wouldn’t have it any other way.

[cxndiedvi0lets]

[charmfamily]

McSCUSE ME, BITCH?!

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

NGL feel like the Batfam would have a much better go at it if they weren't majority white.

[in-tua-deep]

I think I may just have to accept that my mum had absolutely buckwild manic pixie dream girl game back in the day