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yeonzzzn · 2 months

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hii I have an idea in mind ><

hee as your ex watching you ride his best friend jake

but instead of hee freaking out and being jealous, he will join them and ask y/n to show jake how good she can ride him

tysm !!

anon, I literally cannot thank you enough for blessing my askbox with this rq. I was drooling the entire time writing this.

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a good ride: heeseung / jaeyun

pairing: hee x afab!reader x jake word count: 2.4k

The last thing Heeseung expected to see when he returned back to the apartment was seeing you—his ex-girlfriend—riding Jake’s—his best friend—cock.

Heeseung wasn’t even surprised in the slightest. He’s known Jake had the hots for you. He’s seen the way Jake would look at you when you were over like you were a piece of meat he wanted to get his mouth on badly. Has seen how Jake would check you out thinking nobody else had noticed it.

Heeseung wasn’t even mad. Not at all. You and him have been broken up for a good three months now and Heeseung has accepted the end of the relationship. He figured Jake would snake his way to you somehow, wanting to have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours and even do it behind his back. Heeseung just didn’t think he’d catch you both in the act.

Does he still love and care for you? Absolutely. Does he miss you? Of course. Does he wish nothing but the best for you even if that’s riding the fuck out of his best friend's dick? Also a yes. Would he do anything to fuck you again? Also a major yes.

Which is why Heeseung kept quiet, watching carefully as you bounced on Jake’s cock, your head flung back as loud moans escaped your lips. Knuckles turning white from the grip you had on Jake’s shoulders.

Jake was also completely fucked out. His eyes closed tightly with furrowed brows, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat with his hands attached to your waist. Your name spills from his lips following up with “Yeah, that’s it, baby,” and “Yessss, just like that, fuck.”

Heeseung found this situation way too hot. Because like, is that how you looked when you rode him? Heeseung has only ever seen how you look when he was beneath you, never from the side like the angle of view he has right now. And boy was it a sight to see.

Heeseung tried to keep quiet as he palmed his growing hard-clothed cock, steadying himself against the wall. He wanted to touch you, wanted Jake to watch him touch you. Show him how to touch you properly and in all the right places. Wanted Jake to see how you lose yourself on his cock.

He pushed himself from the wall, his mind on autopilot as he now stood behind you, neither you nor Jake even realizing Heeseung was there. And neither of you didn’t until Heeseung’s hands cupped your breasts.

You jolted to a stop, and leaned yourself back against Heeseung’s chest, already knowing it was his hands that were touching you, and on pure instinct you fell back onto him, letting out a gasped moan.

It was Jake’s reaction to you no longer moving, seeing how his eyes widened out of fear that you realized what actually was happening, your body now tensed as you tried to push away from Heeseung.

Oh god, what did you get yourself into? He was going to kill Jake and then you for this. You could tell Jake had the same thoughts. How could he not? He was railing his best friend's ex-girlfriend. You were supposed to be off limits, something Jake couldn’t have because of the bro code. Jake couldn’t help himself when it came to you, mostly after how upset you were after the breakup, he didn’t leave you alone and when the moment came for him to finally get his cock deep inside you, he took it. But at the cost of his best friend standing behind you now.

“Why did you stop moving pretty?” Heeseung cooed into your ear, his fingers squeezing the plush of your breasts, “Go on, keep riding him.”

You looked at Jake in confusion but continued to slowly move on him. This was the last thing you expected.

Heeseung dipped his head to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up the skin and to your jaw, “I’ve missed touching you baby,” he whispered, “And I love seeing the way you ride my best friend.”

Jake’s hands on your waist squeezed tighter, something about the way Heeseung is just…letting this continue did something. You were clenching around his dick tighter, and the angle you sat on his lap now made him fuck so much deeper as you leaned into Heeseung’s touch.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Jake chanted, “Fuck she feels so good.”

“Doesn’t she?” Heeseung snickered, tracing his tongue up the side of your face, “Cum on his cock, YN,” he kissed your brow before dropping one of your tits to connect that hand to your jaw and force you to look at him, “Make him cum too, then you’ll wrap yourself around me, understand?”

Your head spun at the thought of getting to feel Heeseung deep inside you again. Jake might be big, but Heeseung was big. You ached for that stretch his cock will give you.

You clenched around Jake tighter at the thought, bouncing faster on his dick.

“Jake,” Heeseung said, leaning his face closer to you, his hot breath touching your lips, “Rub her clit,”

Jake listened, releasing one hand from your waist and snaking it down to your clit, rubbing fast circles.

You jolted your body upward, a wet moan escaping your lips only to be halfway muffled by Heeseung’s lips connecting to yours. His tongue shoved down your throat.

Jake felt you clench around him, causing him to throw his head back onto the couch, “she’s fixing to cum,” he moaned, “fuck she’s about to cum.”

Heeseung pulled from your face, both your tongues still hung out your mouths, a string of salvia connecting your tongues together. Jake lost it at seeing that sight, seeing you so desperate to kiss his friend again, imagining you wanting to be that desperate over him instead.

Heeseung ran his hand down to your heat and on top of Jake’s hand, helping him rub your clit faster, “Cum for us baby,” Heeseung whispered, “Show him how you can make a mess.”

You leaned your head back onto Heeseung’s shoulder, keeping eye contact with Jake as he bucks his hips up into you, mouth gaped open and pants getting heavier. Jake loved how you stared at him, loved seeing how you bit your lip and whimpered as you came undone around his cock, keeping your eyes connected to him the entire time.

Heeseung released his hand from Jake’s, the biggest smirk on his lips as his hands fly back to your tits, squeezing them and kissing your neck again, “Such a good girl baby, taking Jake’s cock so good.”

“Fuck,” Jake moaned, his hands slipping to your hips and bucking faster, “M’cumming,” he pants more, dropping his head down, furrowing his brows, and squeezing his eyes shut, “Fuck I’m cumming.”

Jake unloaded into you, pressing your hips down onto him, making sure every drop of his cum was shot deep inside you.

“Good,” Heeseung cooed, “Make out with her while I undress myself.”

Jake was confused as to why this was all even happening, but who was he to say no? He just fucked you in front of Heeseung, might as well keep going.

Jake cups one hand to your neck and brings you to him, lips moving against yours, his aching cock getting hard again as you sit there and cock warm him. His hand at your hips slides to your thigh, squeezing the plush as you shove your tongue down his throat.

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Heeseung groans, slipping his jacket off his body and tossing it to the floor, seeing how yours and Jake’s cum dripped out your cunt and pooled on Jake’s thighs and legs, “You both came so much.”

Heeseung stripped himself of the rest of his clothes, sitting beside Jake, “Come here, baby.”

You release your lips from Jake and look over at your ex-boyfriend, your body shaking as you shift yourself from Jake’s lap to Heeseung, loving how Heeseung’s cock was already twitching, so red and angry as it waits for you to suck it into your pussy.

Heeseung places his hands on your hips softly, and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, keeping his eyes locked with yours as you take his cock between your hands and lined himself up to your entrance, slowly sliding down onto him.

You gasp at the stretch, your hands flying to Heeseung’s shoulders as he fills you completely.

Heeseung furrowed his brows when his tip hits your cervix, fighting back the urge to close his eyes and release the loudest moan at feeling you wrapped around him, “Fuck, YN. Missed this cunt so fucking much.”

“Missed this cock too,” you whisper, giving yourself time to adjust to his length and size.

“Shit,” Jake hisses, taking his cock between his hands and pumping himself, your cum still covering his dick making it the perfect lube to help his hand slide up and down with ease.

“Okay baby,” Heeseung said, “Show Jake just how good you ride my cock, ya?”

You nodded, starting slow, letting your cunt shape itself perfectly to Heeseung’s size until you slid up and down his length with no problem then bounced on him.

Jake was losing his mind, stroking his cock at the same speed you rode Heeseung. Jake knew the sexual chemistry between you and Heeseung would never be on the same level as you and him. Heeseung knew your body inside and out. Has had years to figure out how to work your body with his hands, mouth, cock, and the entirety of his body. Jake only had the few times he’s gotten to make out with you after the breakup and then today. But was Jake jealous to see you riding Heeseung? No, not one bit. All it did was give Jake silent pointers on how to fuck you better next time.

Heeseung started moving his hips in sync with yours, his fingers digging into your hips, pants leaving his mouth and at a worse rate than what Jake was not even five minutes ago.

Heeseung might have your body figured out, but he was such a sucker for your pussy. No other cunt will ever feel like yours or replace yours. He was weak for your fuckhole and probably always will be.

“Fuck I’ve missed this pussy,” he groans, flinging his head back onto the couch, “Missed the way it feels wrapped around me, missed how fucking wet it gets, how it fits my cock so perfectly. Fuck. I’ve missed you. All of you.”

Heeseung was so in love with you still, and the fact he was balls deep inside you after months of being away from you drove him to the edge.

You were also still in love with him, losing yourself on his cock and bouncing faster and faster, wanting to feel him come undone beneath you.

“Jake,” Heeseung hissed, trying to steady his breath but it came out shakey anyways, “Touch her, rub her clit again. I can’t cum before her, wanna feel her cum first. Fuck.”

Jake stood quickly from the couch, pressing his chest to your back, cock twitching at the pressure of your skin against it. One hand wrapped around the front of your neck, pushing your head to his shoulder, while the other hand ran back to your clit, middle finger circling faster than he did earlier.

You moaned out, one hand leaving Heeseung’s shoulder and finding its place on Jake’s hand around your neck. He wasn’t choking you, but the pressure there was driving you crazy.

The feelings you have for both these men were driving you up a wall. And here you were, having the greatest threesome sex with them.

Your skin felt hot at their touches, breathing became uneven. You tilted your head up to Jake’s, taking his lips back to yours, kissing him so desperately as if you needed to steal the oxygen from him.

“Faster,” Heeseung groaned, feeling his climax reaching faster than he wanted it to, “Touch her faster.”

“Fuck,” Jake moaned against your lips, working his finger on your clit faster, your mouth parting and hand gripping his wrist harder, “Fuck look at you, coming so undone by us,” Jake kisses you harder, “You’re so fucking sexy. Being so good at taking our cocks and fingers.” Jake started rubbing his cock against your back, knowing he was close to his second orgasm.

You clenched around Heeseung’s cock, “I’m cumming,” you moaned into Jake’s mouth, “I’m cumming.”

“Yesssss,” Heeseung hisses, fucking into you faster until he felt your cum wrap around him and seep out your hole and onto his thighs, “Gonna fill this pretty cunt to the brim, gonna show you just how much I’ve missed you.”

Heeseung fucked into you harder, being nearly seconds away from spilling his seed. Jake was now moaning into your mouth, the friction of your body moving from Heeseung fucking you and him bucking his hips against your back had him shooting his hot cum up your back, curses falling out of Jake’s lips as he drops his head down to your shoulder, biting hard on the skin from the high of his second time cumming.

Your help from Jake’s bite sent Heeseung over, his cum painting your gummy walls white as if you were the canvas and he was the painter.

The perfect painting that belonged in a museum.

Heeseung slumped his body back onto the couch, the grip on your hips softening as his thumbs now do figure eights against the skin, “I love you,” he finally admits, “I still love you.”

Before you tell him you still love him, Heeseung pulls you closer to his body, with no inch left of space, and falls to his side on the couch, grabbing Jake’s arm to force him to lay behind you, filling up every inch of the couch.

“We’re dating again,” Heeseung growled, taking your chin between his fingers, “And you’re going to date Jake too.”

Jake widened his eyes, staring at his best friend as if this was even remotely okay, “We are sharing?”

Heeseung chuckles, giving a nod, “You already fucked her, I want to keep fucking her. We might as well share.”

Jake just smiles, his lips connecting back to your shoulder as his index finger traces up and down your side, “I’m fine with that.”

You felt dizzy as you were sandwiched between your boyfriends, feeling as if you were on cloud 9.

Heeseung shifted, his cock still inside you twitching, “Jake, ready to ruin her again?”

Your eyes widened, fixing to protest but feeling Jake’s fingers sliding into your mouth, shutting you up. His cock against your back hardened, “Fuck I want to keep ruining her.”

This was your life now, but you couldn’t complain. Not when they both bent you over in multiple different positions and gave you praises.

You could get used to this.

#yeonzzzn asks #— 🎠 anon #heeseung #sim jake #sim jaeyun #enhypen #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #sim jake smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #heeseung x reader #reader x heeseung #jake x reader #reader x jake #enhypen x reader #reader x enhypen #yeonzzzn writing

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leos-regression-cove · 10 months

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I just had a meeting with my therapist where I ended up talking about my regression (some trauma around it got stirred up)

but the point is she gave me some amazing advice that I wanted to share with some of you all who are hurting and feel the same way I am:

You are not "hiding" your regression from other people.

You are protecting it.

You are not deceiving those around you by not sharing it.

You have no obligation to share it if you don't want to.

You have been hurt for having this healing mechanism or have seen how others have been hurt for it.

It's not your fault that you enjoy/use it.

It's a societal thing and it sucks, but it's not unfounded that you think this safe space could be threatened and it makes sense that you want to protect it.

Your regression is valid and something to be protected. Not hidden.

#I know it's just a simple change of language #but it's one of those little changes that just makes a big difference in destigmatizing my own views around it #🎠chatter #sfw agere #agere blog #sfw little blog #agere little

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dolleriumfluffle · 18 days

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anyway, never listen to what antis have to say about "DID isn't quirky and fun!!!" because DID/OSDD or not, traumagenic or not, you are allowed to love your system. you are allowed to have a good relationship with your headmates and to enjoy being plural and to embrace yourself as a system. suffering is not a requirement of plurality, and being miserable is not required to be a more valid system.

#dollerium speaks #🎠 | reona (he/she/doll/bun/eld/spell)#plural things #plural community #actually plural #plural system #actually did #did osdd #osddid #did system #system things #system thoughts #endo safe #pro endo #pro endogenic #endo safe blog

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songsofadelaide · 1 month

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King Laios x succubus!reader who are both doomed by the (my) narrative™️ because: he is being pressured to find a wife to secure the future of the kingdom but he simply cannot help his fascination with the only (not so) monstrous creature that managed to bypass the Winged Lion's curse— a succubus who was shunned by her coven because of her lack of appeal and inability to seduce victims.

You swore that you weren't there to steal his life force, which easily convinces Laios to strike up a friendship with you (despite Marcille and Kabru's dissuasion). You visit him every night to converse with him about kingdom affairs. He doesn't ask questions about how you feed and maintain yourself since he considers it a private matter. You bond over his desire to see monsters again and your wish to form a more meaningful tie with humans.

The more time you spent together, the more you realised just how enticing his energy was to you, so you disappeared— not wanting your growing desires to pose a threat to the only human who saw you as an equal, who saw you as a friend.

Many years pass but Laios never married, opting for the wisest men of the kingdom to select his successor among the most brilliant men of the land instead. He often wondered where you were and what you were doing. Some nights, you let your curiosity get the better of you and check in on him, and you feel somewhat relieved that he shared his bed with no one else.

One night, he caught you leaving through his window and cornered you. He asked you where you've been and what you've been up to, and even commented about how your beauty hasn't changed even after all those years. You remarked on how handsome he still is even though he is already an old man. He finally asked you the most taboo thing of all: what did you feed on?

(You tell him the truth: You fed on the life force of living creatures— not enough to hurt them, though— rather than having intercourse with men. How could you bring yourself to harm humans after being friends with one?)

Laios was both pleased and relieved with your answer. He then offered you to take his remaining life force, eventually admitting that he wanted to offer it to you long ago but was afraid you'd rebuff him or be offended. You granted him a night of blissful dreams but not enough to bring him to his grave and vanished from his life for good— in fear you might kill him from loving him too much.

#songsofadelaidewrites💛#mari's prompts 🎠#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden x reader #laios x reader #laios dungeon meshi #things i can't stop thinking abt lol #i break my own heart sometimes #starry divider by @/cafekitsune

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misc-obeyme · 4 months

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one of the boys is up in the human world and has to sign something for whatever reason. he gets to the surname part, thinks for a second, and smiles before signing with mc's surname

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Oh my so precious!!

I've thought about this because I figure if any of our single named characters are in the human world and need a last name, what would they use?

And of course the idea that they'd use MC's is adorable.

I like the idea of it just being the first surname they think of and then instead of second guessing it or being embarrassed, they're just like yes. This feels right.

Of course, there's also the question of would they take MC's surname if they married MC. And seeing as how they don't have their own, I think it would be really cute if they did.

I'm also fond of the idea that all the brothers use Morningstar as a last name when they need one. Just because Lucifer is the only one who has a second name like that and they're all so loyal to him, it seems like something they would do. Though that isn't exactly a commonly used name in the human world lol.

But all the side characters wouldn't do that and I think some of them have spent more time in the human world than others. So while some might have back up names they use, others would be on the spot.

For instance, can you imagine Simeon in the human world needing a last name? He's just sitting there like ????? and then it comes to him - MC's! Perfect.

But I could see any of the characters doing this just because it's basically the paperwork equivalent of writing your name with your crush's last name in your notebook lol. They all have to restrain themselves from drawing a big ole heart around it. I could see some of them actually blushing and giggling about it too (*cough* Asmo *cough*).

#seriously though it's really cute if they use MC's last name #though I kinda feel like Solomon must have something he uses #just because he's human too???#hmm #obey me #obey me nightbringer #🎠 anon #misc answers

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gayleafpool · 9 months

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what if we were carousel horses and i was a horse on the outside edge and u were a horse in the middle and we had a love hate rivalry and u lowkey resented me bc the edge horses are bigger and fancier and get chosen more often and i act pompous and mean about it and pretend i don’t care about u but what u don’t know is that i also get more wear and tear and my paint is chipping and the owners of the place have stopped fixing me up bc very few ppl come here anymore and it’s no longer worth it amd one day when this place shuts down and i am withered while u are still in pristine condition u will wonder hey perhaps he was protecting me all along

#🎠🎠🎠🎠HOLY SHIT THERES A CAROUSEL HORSE EMOJI?????? 🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠#BRO #🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠#BEST DAT OF MY LIFE #🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠🎠

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mcondance · 1 month

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office pussy!reader asking hotch to come over and help build some new furniture only to get fucked on said new furniture ??

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MDNI 18+ not much expansion on my Thing abt him being a Man cause i have plans that i cannot share with you all at this time | reader is shorter than hotch

it’s not like it’s out of the question. you and hotch in a space together, you in a little pair of shorts and a little tee, him in his second uniform as you call it, a red polo and some cargos.

fucking isn’t out of the question when you’re alone with him. it doesn’t always happen. but there’s the times it does.

you’d asked him earlier if he could swing by after work to put a little vanity together, telling him that you could, but you know he’d get it done much faster.

his hands work diligently, eyes flitting between the pieces in his hand and the instructions on the floor.

and he looks. . god he looks good. he’s doing this for you, stationed on the ottoman at the end of you bed, focused, eyebrows furrowed, muscles tightening and loosening as he works. you bring him juice and snacks, flirting just a little as you feed them to him with a knowing little glint in your eyes.

he knows what you’re doing. but he’s as much of a worker as he is a player. he’s got to work now.

and as he places the finishing touches on the vanity and places it where you ask, he can play now.

play.

his hands find your waist between that little shirt and shorts, lips moving against yours like he’s hungry for you. he’s always hungry for you.

your arms are thrown over his shoulders and it’s limbo for a second, filthy kisses taken and given in the middle of your bedroom until he’s walking you back toward the vanity, leaning back against it and opening his legs so you can fit between them.

here, he cups your face in his big hands, devouring you. you grip at his shirt, pulling him to you until he’s walking you, and you’re placed against the vanity now.

clothes don’t mean a thing, his pants unbuttoned and your shorts simply pulled to the side.

the vanity shakes and bumps, banged into the wall by his lewd thrusts, pushes so good your legs clasp behind his back, arms throw over his shoulders and tense up, mouth falls open with cries and sobs. he’s fucking you in every sense of the word, driving into you so beautiful and sweet your body aches, all fuzzy around the edges.

he groans and hums, his chest vibrating against yours. strong arms hold you, make his moves that much better. cries and sobs spill out of your mouth, all you can give him with how he’s screwing you against the furniture he’d just built.

after, with his polo all wrinkled and your face sticky with tears, you tell him thank you, since you’d only gotten to tell him the vanity looks good before you jumped each other’s bones. he hums in you’re welcome, a knowing little laugh trailing behind.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotch x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotch smut #hotch smut #aaron hotchner x black reader #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotch x black reader #aaron hotch x black!reader #hotch x black reader #hotch x black!reader #₊˚. ☆ yours truly 💌:#🐯#— 🎠

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kentomilk · 5 months

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ᴺᴬᴺᴬᴹᴵ ᴷᴱᴺᵀᴼ ᴵᴺ

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

it seems there is never an activity too lackluster or intimate for this couple to find pleasure in each other's company with their busy lives.

husband!nanami kento x wife fem!reader.

catalogue. fluff, slice of life content, non-sorcery au/ non-curse, modern au, salaryman!kento, sick & soft kento, (1) mentions of praise kink. wc: 1.95k thea’s preamble. inspired by this incredible art, i must admit i look at this at least once a day. → ✨ also this is my first published work, it's a bit rough but hopefully with time it gets better. thank u for reading <3

kento is a man of routine and order, we all knew that. he wakes up at a set time, kisses his beautiful sleeping wife, carries out his morning routine of showering and oral hygiene, dons his best suit, light breakfast, and is out the door by 8 AM. the evenings he returns home aren’t any less lax, whether he’s home at 6 PM on the dot or late by a few hours, he’ll always greet and kiss his beautiful wife, have dinner in his study whilst he continues more work while the lovely missus reads on the chaise or continues unfinished work of her own as well, then shower and oral hygiene, sleep.

perhaps that was an oversimplification, but don’t be fooled one may think the man adopts and follows this lifestyle out of a need for security, financial or otherwise. or that he loves the unrelenting and perpetual cycle of working painstakingly 10-hour days, he certainly isn’t given highly-coveted tasks for being a slacker. he’s grateful for what the occupation provides, the salary and bonus that come with his overtime, to lavishly spoil his family, but that's all.

he has no ambition to climb the ladders that will put him in places he doesn't care to be, to rub elbows and kiss ass with scummy executives, leeches, and conceited thugs, only to trash talk and scheme against the moment he steps foot in his home.

all he asks is for saturdays and sundays, as they happen to be Kento’s favourite.

the days he has off from his draining 9-to-5, to be spent properly with his lovely wife. who was ever so patient with him, ever so supportive, and ever so his to love and cherish so as long as his body would allow him. even if his body was battered down to a pulp, he’d find alternatives as necessary, but let’s hope it never comes to that.

there would be times when not much would differ from the previous weekend, and well into the next, spent doing the same activities, or nothing at all. he never wanted to take for granted the time you spent together, and sometimes that meant not always making the most of those days, and he’s okay with that.

whether the two of you lazed in bed until the afternoon or spent a whole day cooking a feast completely from scratch, starters to dessert. visiting the farmers market to cook said feast, reading in your cozy home library, or even the sudden bouts of spring cleaning.

there is always a welcome invite for spontaneity, a picnic under the stupendous aspen tree you simply adored at the local park. a quick overnight trip to a scenic and quaint town, whether your destination is reached by train, plane, automobile, or even boat. the occasional painting date has become a more frequent activity as of late. but there is one “special” activity that some might consider, unique. one that is relatively low cost, that is done from the comforts of your humble abode, that further advances the intimacy (according to kento), and is reserved solely for you, one that kento absolutely adored, shaving.

usually, it was something he’d done alone after showers with either a rechargeable or disposable razor or by his barber when it came time for his bi-monthly hair trim. but recently it became a task that you’d undertake by kento’s request, sort of.

while you didn’t mind what would grow from a days of not shaving, he preferred maintaining a clean shave for the clean-cut classification for a man of his occupation, it also became supplemental to his hygiene routine that he grew to love.

it wasn’t something you saw often, kento so dishevelled with the most tragic undereye bags from the lack of sleep from what you’d think was months suffering from insomnia, condensed into a few days. a coarse stubble emerged from the days he’d spent in bed, and his nose was flushed with how often he’d been blowing it with the nearly empty box of tissues that was full just the night before. his eyes were dull and watering, a sight you truly hated.

"honey, have you seen my hard drive?" he'd sorely asked for the 3rd time today, "it's in the laptop, kento." you called back, changing the towels in your bathroom.

he was delirious, with a runny nose and little to no comprehension of where he was or what day it was, thanks to the combination of flu medicine and kento’s determination to finish a work proposal whilst in bed, common sense would also call it overworking. despite your gentle commands that he needed rest, there was no triumph on your end, as duty calls. he was relentless, in his defense there was a conference that was meant to be held in person had it not been for his sudden ailment. though a live video conference was able to be arranged, owing to the urgency of the matter at hand.

so you figured the fastest way to get the man back into bed was to help him complete this ordeal swiftly, that meant helping him in the shower, given his sore muscle ached. applying small dots of concealer under his eyes as to not bring attention to his fatigued face, deterring from the presentation at hand.

dressing him in his warmest wool suit, but only the upper half, kento was sound enough to know there was no need to abandon his fleecy Pompompurin pajama pants. the executives were only to see from the shoulders up after all. and lastly ridding him of a heavy five o'clock shadow that was speckled with smears of dried rice from the porridge you had made him earlier.

“ok, that should be enough,” you whispered, carefully taking off the damp towel that no longer retained warmth, and squeezing out the shaving cream from the canister into your hand.

you proceed to spread the milky foam in a thin layer across the lower half of his face, letting out a soft chuckle at the finished outcome. you picked up the brand-new razor from the counter, puffing your cheeks and letting out a deep breath.

“i trust you.” kento whispered, his voice scratchy and hushed.

you smiled in response, quietly informing him that you were starting. you crouched to his eye level, pulling his cheek upward with one hand, so the skin where you would shave would be taut. you intently watched his face as well as the area that you had just removed facial hair, making sure that there were no nicks or alter in his relaxed expression, verging on sleep. once you gained confirmation of such, you proceeded to shave the next row, and the next, working inwards towards his lips.

rinsing the razor after each use, and wiping on a towel you had draped on the counter. though nerve-wracking for a first try, it had been executed well and was quite therapeutic. your eyes were attentive and your hands steady with every down stroke. as you continued to rinse and repeat, literally, you looked up into the bathroom mirror to see your husband rotating his head to view the work that had been done, then looking straight at you with a simple grin and tired eyes, asking what he thought so far.

“you’re doing so good, my love.” he plainly states, but those watery eyes said otherwise with an innuendo you couldn’t miss, in a singular eyebrow raise. stupid praise kink, you thought, looking him up and down, wondering how even in this state, where he acquired the audacity. it wasn’t long until the two of you burst into a fit of laughter, kento being cautious as to not rub off the shaving cream with one hand that covered his eyes as he leaned back in the chair.

“what even are you.” you snickered, quickly calming yourself with the reminder of the razor in your hand.

you proceeded to shave, on the brink of completion, now focusing above his lip, where you took even more caution than you had before, due to the sensitivity of his skin in that area. opting to sit on his lap, nearly chest-to-chest with his sore arms that maintained enough strength to have a secure hold on you, even though your knees were bent, and your feet touched the heated floor effortlessly.

a few stolen kisses on kento’s behalf, and nothing more than a restrained smile that he was fighting from getting any bigger as you finished the last few strokes. in his mind, it was anticipated that the minute kento finally got better, you were going to contract what he had afterward anyway. and in turn, he’d take care of you.

so what's the harm in a few more kisses?

“so my dear husband, how would you like to start our weekend?” you asked, still cozily tucked under the blankets, looking at your husband who was similarly bundled under the toasty blankets, with your hand situated on top of his, placed gently on your cheek.

“well dear wife, it’s been days since i’ve last shaved.” he simpered, looking down at you with sly eyes.

it was something the both of you saw coming, once again he hadn’t been shaving for a while, but of course, it was deliberate. you softly laugh in response with your voice still heavy in slumber, “i’ll go get the facial steamer— in a few minutes, i want to savor every second of this vacation.” further burrowing yourself into his chest.

it had been a few months since the first time you had to shave kento’s while he was recovering, the proposal went flawlessly if you omit the booming sneezes that startled the executives even through the screen.

you had since made the switch to a straight blade like the ones you’d see used in old school barber shops, watching tutorials on methods exercised by professionals for efficiency and safety.

invested in a proper kit that supplied everything you’d need. from shave oil, pre-shave oil, shave cream, a velvety brush to spread the lather, after-shave (which smelled phenomenal), and blade replacements.

it’s been even longer since his barber last gave him a proper shave after a haircut, and that time will only continue to be prolonged. he loved how close you’d be when focusing, but time after time you’d only grown to relax the tension in your muscles. you’d sit on his lap for more of the session, and those sessions would only go longer from the last.

where there would be conversation taking place about your lives, now and the future. sometimes there would be easy-listening music playing from the speakers that would lay the cornerstones of an “impromptu” dancing session, where kento’s hands would be politely placed on your lower back, and his hand strong in yours, waltzing all around your bathroom for what felt like forever.

he was shirtless, and truth be told a little chilly, and you were wearing an old shirt of his, to him you always looked beautiful. even though there was still plenty of shaving cream on his face, it would eventually be smeared on yours. there wasn’t much more he wanted in life.

if you ask him, any weekend is well-spent, even if you do spend the entirety of it in bed, painting beautiful sceneries, cooking your favourite dishes, dancing with ardour despite having taken one class on ballroom waltz, or you shaving his grown-out stubble. as long as you're by his side, nothing is ever a waste of time. that’s how it’s been, that’s how is it, and that’s how it’ll be.

and who knows, maybe next time kento will convince you to cut his hair.

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leos-regression-cove · 1 year

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I have a request to have cg! Peter Parker x little! reader.

Reader had a ton to do at school (homework, tests, projects, etc) and had to stay big all week. They want to regress, but they don’t to keep Peter away from going on patrol so they try to stay big and they think Peter won’t notice. However, Peter notices.

Reader can be fem or gender neutral.

(I don’t know if that’s a good request, I just don’t see a lot with cg! peter parker 😭)

CG-Senses

CG!Peter Parker x GNLittle!Reader

Rating: Gen

Summary: Reader is overwhelmed with homework and trying to stay big, but it makes them grumpy so a tired Caregiver!Peter stays home with them.

Word Count: 448

Warnings: Reader is grumpy and may come off as rude/sarcastic

A/N: This is such a cute concept and a very sweet prompt! CG!Peter Parker was fun to write and I'd love to do more with him if you have more ideas because idk if I did the dynamic justice in this short little oneshot.

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“Hey,” Peter shut the door behind him. “I brought you some Mexican food from that place down the street?”

“Yeah, thanks, just set it down there,” you said.

He did as you asked but then paused before walking into his room. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Why? Are your ‘spidey-senses’ tingling?” you asked sarcastically.

Peter stopped putting on his suit and poked his head out the bedroom door to shoot you a look.

Immediately, it almost made you crack. You drew in a breath a little quicker than you meant to and turned back to your homework.

Then he softened. “I can hang out tonight if you want. I don’t need to go out…” he hinted.

“I have homework,” you said.

He leaned over your shoulder to take a look. “Do you want help with it? We can knock it out pretty quick--”

“No! Go!” you said. “Go be spiderman!” you whined.

“I don’t need to tonight. I can be here for you.”

“I’m a big kid!” you whined, starting to cry. Why was he staying here?! You had homework!

“I know, it was a big week for you. It’s okay. C’mon, come to daddy, I’ve got you.”

You hesitated to stand up but when you did, you couldn’t help but fall into his arms.

“Yeah, I’ve got you. See? Not so bad.”

“I have homework,” you whined.

“I know, but I need you to eat and then we’ll do homework, okay?”

“You gotta work!”

He shushed you and brought your crown up to his chin, resting his head atop yours.

“I don’t have to patrol tonight. I have a baby to take care of.”

“...Is it me?” you asked.

He looked down at you and smiled. “Of course it’s you.” He paused for a moment. “And do you want to know a secret?”

You nodded curiously.

“I’m tired, too.”

He helped you eat and you worked through your homework together before you could really regress. He turned on the tv for you and was laying out all your toys as you put on your kitten pajamas-- the one-piece with the hood and little orange cat face.

There, you crawled into his lap as he sat on the floor with you, playing with your toys, crashing toy trucks together and having your action figures save the planet.

You turned to hand one to him, but that’s when you noticed he was asleep. Back pressed up against the couch, he had gone night-night before you! He was always out so late that that almost never happened!

You turned the tv off, and then the lights, and curled up next to him. A long rest was really what you both needed

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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RAFE DOING THE BOW AROUND THE BICEP IM FERALLLL

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just tying it round his arm whilst he’s laying in your bed on his phone and he just watches with a confused lil smirk :(

#🎠 anon #rafe cameron prompt

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songsofadelaide · 1 day

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Satoru loves having you around whenever he visits Megumi and Tsumiki in their apartment. The kids adore you more than they let on, after all. He loves the fact that they quickly warmed up to you, especially Megumi, who's known to be such a prickly child.

But what Satoru loves the most is having you all to himself without the school's watchful eyes on you both. He admits that he gets a little handsy when it's just the two of you on a mission together, not that you ever really minded since you loved him so much.

You were fixing Megumi's bedroom when Satoru slinked over and winked at you. He raised a finger to his lips, beckoning you to maintain your silence as he coiled his arms around you and drew you into a warm kiss.

And you nearly lost yourself in that kiss, too, your own arms wrapping around his neck—

"Gojo-san, I need your help."

If there was a world record for dismantling a kiss, you'd probably set the record. You couldn't help but look down at your lap in embarrassment while Satoru rose from his seat across you to approach Megumi, whose hand was still on his door.

"What do you need help with?"

"Why is your face all red?" Came the question from the young boy. You couldn't see his face but you knew from the sound of his voice that he must have a little grimace on. "Please don't do any perverted stuff in my room."

"Okay, that's enough, wise guy. Why don't we..." Satoru stated as he closed the door behind him, the click of the doorknob resonating in the room. In your hands was one of Megumi's half-folded shirts and oh, my gosh, what was I thinking? Was I really about to make out with Satoru here? In Megumi's bedroom?!

When you visited the following week, Megumi was helping you fold his clothes in his room this time, a rather pensive expression on his face as he asked you, "Do you two always do that?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Kissing."

That wasn't exactly the most surprising question. Megumi has always been a precocious child who knew far too much for his young age. "O-Oh, well... Not really always. Satoru was just being silly, for the most part."

The blue-eyed boy cocked his head as he turned to you. "And you don't do it with other people?"

"No, I don't. I can only kiss Satoru because he's my most favourite person in the world," you replied to his question with a little shake of your head and a small smile on your face. "I'm sure you'll find that person, too, Megumi-kun. The one you'll want to kiss forever. Perhaps not now, but sometime in the future."

The two of you looked up in surprise when you heard the bedroom door creak open but no one was there.

Satoru had a strange spring in his step on your way back to campus. He held your hand, his grip both tight and tender, and you curled your fingers around his digits to hold him right back.

An excited grin made its way to your lips as you spotted the familiar glint of light from a convenience store. "Oh, Toru, while we're here, do you think I can grab some snacks to share with Shoko, Kento and Kiy—"

As you turned your face in his direction, you were met with his lips suddenly on yours and very little resistance to your favour.

"T-Toru!—"

Satoru stole the grin from your face, his eyes concealed under his sunglasses but you knew exactly how they vanished into his smile. "Grab whatever you want, it's on me. Anything for my most favourite person in the world."

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