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hopesworlld · 3 months

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౨ৎ never was there ever a girl so pretty

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — step!dad anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — you wake up from a dream about your stepdad anakin feeling frustrated, luckily he's there to help you out

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 2k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, stepcest, power imbalance, smut ( masturbation f, daddy kink, fingering, oral sex f receiving, dry humping, hand job ) think that's everything !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — ask for daddy anakin and he will be received... i have a problem

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a small frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you flopped onto your bed, plush sheets cushioning your fall as you curled into a ball, hands covering your face. annoyance creeping up your spine as the ache between your thighs prevailed, you had woken up from a dream of anakin above you, pounding into your tight cunt over and over again as you moaned like a porn star, begging for more. you knew it was wrong to picture your stepfather doing that to you, to long for it so deeply that it settled into your very core, but you couldn’t help it.

not when he would walk around the house in a pair of oil-stained jeans and sweat-soaked vest, hair unruly from the humidity in the garage. not when he would peer around your bedroom door with a saccharine smile and ask if you wanted to go for a drive and listen to all your favourite songs when you were feeling down. not when he would wrap his arms around your hips as you made dinner and pressed kisses to your temple asking about your day, calling you sweetheart, baby, and baby doll.

“fuck,” you hissed through your teeth, burrowing yourself beneath your blankets and sinking into your pillow. you shifted uncomfortably, sticky wetness clinging to your thighs and you knew you couldn’t help it anymore, you sank your hand beneath the sheets and between your legs, tugging the fabric of your cotton panties aside so that you could toy with your aching clit. the relief was immediate, a moan slipping from your lips as you pressed harder, swirling your fingers around your clit, needy breaths escaping your lips as you imagined anakin above you. his fingers buried into your cunt, curling into your gummy walls as he sucked possessive marks all over your neck, “anakin,” you whimpered, jerking against your hand as relief grew closer. “fuck, please, ani,” you cried out, tears glossing your vision, you were so gone you missed the sound of your door being opened, only coming too when you heard it clatter against your wall. you jolted upwards, eyes wide when you saw anakin standing there his face marred with shock.

“anakin,” you gasped ripping your hand up from beneath the sheets, sticky wetness glistening on your fingertips. “what… what are you doing up here?” you said, trying to mask what you had just been doing but you knew it was useless from the way anakin was looking at you, lips pressed in a firm line, and his eyes, his pretty blue eyes were almost black.

“you said my name,” he said, stepping past the threshold of your bedroom, bare feet padding across the soft carpet of your bedroom.

“i don’t… it was nothing,” you tried to argue with your stepfather but he shook his head.

“what were you thinking about, baby doll?” he asked, perching himself on the bed beside you, you shuddered, your bare pussy tingling as you looked at him only inches away from you, from where you needed him.

“anakin,” you whispered, duking your head down flustered.

“don’t get shy on me now, doll,” anakin crooned, “weren’t so nervous when you had your hand buried between your thighs fantasising about your stepdad, were you?” he asked and you gasped, hand coming to your mouth but anakin grabbed it, eyes fixed on the wetness that lingered on your fingertips.

“ani,” you whined, watching as he wrapped his lips around your fingers, suckling at the sticky wetness there until they were clean, he groaned at the taste, holding his fingers in your mouth and locking eyes with you, you moaned and anakin smirked around your fingers.

“you like that, sweetheart?” he asked pulling back and you nodded, eyes wide, “tell me, don’t be going quiet now, i wanna hear you” he commanded.

“yes, ani, i like it,” you whispered and he grinned.

“come on, baby doll, tell me what you were thinking about, wanna know what got that pussy so wet for me,” he cooed, shifting his body so that he was hovering over you, his arms braced on either side of your head body pressed against yours, the only thing between the pair of you being your silky bed sheets.

“i… i had a dream about you,” you spluttered out, “you were fucking me, hovering over me like this, felt so good,” you whined, hips twitching beneath him and anakin hissed through his teeth.

“is that what you were just thinking about?” anakin asked you, pressing his hips against yours and you could feel his hard cock against your thigh.

“no,” you murmured, “i was imagining you were playing with my clit, like i was, wished it was you, thought about your fingers inside of me”

“fuck,” anakin hissed, “dirty girl, fantasising about your stepdad playing with your pussy, bet you are getting wetter just having me here, making a mess of your pretty sheets, show me that pussy, baby, wanna see what i’m doing to you,” it was a mess of fabric and limbs as anakin pulled himself upwards and let you slide from beneath the sheets revealing only one of his t-shirts clinging to your smaller frame and your white panties tugged to the side revealing your sopping cunt, clit swollen and puffy, wetness dripping from your core and down your thighs in a sticky trail. “oh, baby doll,” he gasped, “looks so sore,” he whispered, slipping down the bed so that his head hovered over your cunt, you could feel his breath against your cunt, warm and tempting.

“want you to make it feel better,” you pleaded shamelessly, “can you, ani, please?”

“oh, baby, sound so sweet begging for me, want daddy to kiss you on that pussy till you come?” he asked and you nodded frantically.

“yes, yes please, ani, daddy, want you to,” anakin growled at this, hearing that word falling from your lips and it was all the motivation he needed to bury himself between your thighs and suckle on your needy cunt. the feeling was immediately overwhelming, every nerve of your body was set alight, and you were burning. body tensing as you felt anakin grasp your thighs with his large hands and hold you in place so that he could sink into you. it was messy, his tongue devouring you, sinking into your throbbing hole, probing at your gummy walls before switching to your clit suckling at it harshly. “ani,” you screamed.

“that’s it, baby,” anakin muttered against your hot flesh, “scream for me, wanna hear how good i’m making you feel,” you couldn’t stop, moans tearing from your lips as anakin ate you out like a man starved, your hands threaded through his sienna curls tugging at them as he licked a stripe from you slit to your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves between his lips, teeth lightly brushing over it sending a shockwave of pleasure over you. you weren’t in control of your actions, everything seemed to be glowing brighter, a kaleidoscope of colours dancing behind your eyelids, you were free-falling and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to come down.

“oh my god,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes, legs twitching as anakin drew you closer to your release, he grasped them harshly tugging your legs so that they were tucked tightly around his head, you were worried you would suffocate him but anakin didn’t seem to care, mouth never leaving you as the knot in your stomach began to unwind, “daddy,” you whined, “so close, fuck,”

“that’s it, baby doll,” anakin murmured, voice muffled before he went back to slurping at your sopping cunt, the lewd sounds only turning you on more, it was sick to love this is much, the feeling of anakin between your legs, his tongue, his hands, you were fucking gone. there was no way you were going back to normal after this, he had you now forever. you felt his fingers press at your gummy walls and you were fucking gone, body going into overdrive as you sank into the feeling of him inside you, probing at your walls and curling his fingers, lips never leaving your clit.

“daddy,” you cried out, legs tightening around his head, “gonna cum, oh, gonna cum,”

“that’s it, baby, cum for daddy,” anakin prompted, plunging his fingers deeper inside of you and you were done. a scream ripped from your lips, tears flooding down your cheeks as you jerked you hips against anakin’s relentless hold, he continued to fuck you through it until you were limp against the bed, sobs tearing from your lips.

“daddy, daddy it’s too sensitive,” you babbled and anakin finally withdrew from your cunt, face painted with your relief and a small smirk twisted on his lips.

“sorry, baby doll, you taste fucking divine” he said, crawling up your body and meeting your lips with a dirty kiss, it tasted of sweat, cum and salt. his tongue slipping between your parted lips and exploring your mouth while you gave it to him willingly, hands slipping back to his hair and holding him there. the kiss lasted for what could have been hours, you were addicted to the way anakin kissed, lips bruising against yours, one hand connected to the back of your neck holding you in place the other on your cheek, caressing your cheek softly, a parallel to the way his tongue swirled around yours, spit dribbling down your chin as he suckled the organ in your mouth. you were so lost to the feeling you hardly even felt when anakin began to grind his hips against yours, cock dragging across your thigh in heavy movements.

“ani, you’re hard,” you whisper pulling away from the kiss allowing anakin to bury his head into the crook of your neck, suckling the skin there.

“it’s okay, baby doll,” he replied through a harsh breath, biting back down on your neck before soothing the mark there with his tongue.

“wanna help,” you murmured, sliding your hands down from his hair and to the waistband of his jeans, “let me, daddy,” you said fiddling with the button popping it open, and tugging the zipper down.

“fuck, okay, baby,” anakin said grabbing his jeans and yanking them down allowing his cock to spring free, laying against his stomach, flushed, hard and dripping.

“wow,” you whispered, pushing yourself up against the bed so that you could face him properly, you ran your hand through your soaked folds before taking anakin’s cock in your hand and stroking it softly.

“yes, baby, that’s it,” anakin crooned, tugging you closer to him so that you hovered over him, hand still wrapped around his cock pumping it, “good girl, just like that, fuck you’ve done this before haven’t you, too good for your first time,” he told you.

“no i…” you gasped shaking your head.

“shh, it’s okay, baby doll,” he told you, “making me feel so good, keep going just like that, make me cum, okay,” he begged. you nodded, leaning in to kiss him, needing to feel his lips against yours, it was messy, anakin was breathing harshly against your lips, little gasps escaping as you ran your fingers along the underside of his cock, brushing the tip making him hiss, jerking his hips against you.

“so pretty,” you said against his lips, pulling back and looking down at his large cock in your hand.

“oh fuck,” he cried out, “i’m gonna cum, baby, so fucking good,” you continued to pump him, hand tightening slightly as you brought him to the edge, watching in fascination as he came, the muscles in his arms tensing, his eyes fluttering shut as a loud moan poured from his lips. “god, baby, made me cum like a fucking teenager,” he snickered once he had finally come down, cum staining his t-shirt and your hand.

“is that a good thing?” you asked with a small laugh.

“fucking amazing, baby doll,” he said tugging you higher on his hips so that you were sat on his lap, legs straddling your hips, “did so good for me,”

“thank you, daddy,” you said a bit bashfully as you wiped your hand on your bedsheets.

“god,” anakin groaned, “can’t call me that right now, gonna get me hard again,” he scolded but his face was painted with a gorgeous smile that made your heart glow.

“is that supposed to be a bad thing?” you asked him and anakin chuckled, gripping your hips and flipping you over so that he was hovering overtop of you.

“gonna be the death of me, baby,” he growled with a grin and you giggled, thanking your lucky stars he had walked in on you when he did.

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why am i in my bed at uni and not with him rn pls tell me

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barleyo · 9 months

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Love Machine.

Android! Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader (smut)

A/N: I got this idea while listening to a song with the same title. This was my first time writing for Leon, I hope it isn't too clunky or too short! I am slowly coming out of my hiatus, so my writing skills are a bit rusty, I need you all to give me a little grace for the next few posts in case they aren't great LOL. Love you all so much, thanks for your support!

Part Two: Here

Wordcount: 2.4K

Tags: sex doll/living sex robot (?), sex toys, oral (fem receiving), reader is called things like "pretty girl", p in v, creampie (but not really because he's a sex doll??), unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play

“Welcome in, can I help you find anything?”

(Y/N) gave the cashier a polite smile and shook her head as she walked past him at the check-out desk, trying to be as non-awkward as possible, especially since she was the only customer in the small store at that time of night. It was an in and out trip, she tried to convince herself of that. She needed something small, just enough to get the job done.

Normally, she would’ve waited until the next day to run an errand like this, but days of stress had left her needy and frustrated, so when her trusty wand finally gave out on her mid-fun, she grabbed her car keys and headed out into the night.

Her eyes scanned the wall of toys in the back of the store. Pink and purple covered the shelves, vibrating toys and dildos being her main focus.

“Mini-vibe, bullet vibe,” she mumbled, squatting down to read the boxes on the lower shelves. “What’s even the difference–?”

She settled on a purple rabbit vibrator. Its packaging was the least indicative of its contents, and it was on the smaller side. Easy to hide.

“Will that be all?” the cashier asked, looking over the box.

“Yeah, that should be it.”

“You know,” he said, giving her a wide grin, “I can’t say I can suggest this one.” He held the box back out to her, waiting for her to take it. “We’ve gotten a lot of refunded purchases due to it.”

“Oh, shit, really?” (Y/N) took the box back, tucking it under her arm. “Okay, uh, I guess I should ask what the best option would be, then?”

The cashier gave a nod and waved her over, lifting the divider between behind the counter and the rest of the store. “Come with me to the back, we’ve got all the good stuff tucked away back there.”

She chewed the inside of her cheek, thinking about whether or not to follow him. She didn’t immediately catch any red flags in his behavior: he was polite enough, no major creep-vibes. (Y/N) finally walked past the open divider and followed him into the stock room.

“So, over here,” he said, waving his hand over a heavily stocked shelf, “is all the high-powered stuff. These over here have a high-customization level, lingerie over here, and over here ....”

The man continued to go over the ‘hidden’ options in the store, but (Y/N)’s eyes traveled over to a large, sheet-covered box.

“Hey, what’s that over there?” she asked, pointing at the box.

“Oh, that? That’s new, uhm, probably a little out of your comfort zone, though, he’s a little advanced.”

“He?”

The cashier sighed and stepped up to the box, gripping the corner of the sheet. “It’s—it’s a long story, but, here, have a look.”

He pulled the sheet down, dropping it to the cement floors of the room.

“What the fuck is that?!”

A blond man stood in the plain box, the only adornment on the cardboard being his name in bolded letters: Leon. His eyes were closed, his hands sat idly beside his sides, and his body stood bare before them both.

“His name is Leon, he’s a prototype for a new line of responsive sex dolls. I mean, most of the bugs are out of the system, he’s not faulty or anything.”

(Y/N) walked up to the box and scratched the cellophane covering, trying to get his attention. “Is he awake? Or on, I guess?”

“Nah, he has to be set up, there’s a manual in the box, I think,” the man replied, bending down to pick the sheet back up to throw over Leon’s box. Just as he began to shake the sheet off, clearing the residual dirt off of it, (Y/N) spoke again.

“How much for him?”

She mentally smacked herself for asking. There was no doubt he was expensive, hell, he probably wasn’t even up for sale.

“You want him?” He raised his eyebrow, looking the girl up and down, confusion painting his features.

“I– I don’t know, can I have him? How much?”

He crossed his arms for a moment, thinking. “He’s not for sale, per se, but– so, listen, okay?”

“Yeah?”

“You can have him for free, okay? But if you aren’t satisfied with him, you can’t bring him back here, you’re stuck with ‘em.” He held his hand out expectantly. “Deal?”

“Deal,” she said, taking his hand quickly, giving it a few affirming shakes.

The boxcutter in her hand worked quickly, slicing open the cellophane. (Y/N) bunched up the plastic and threw it to a random corner in her bedroom, turning back to face Leon. She gave him a testing poke, and when he didn’t respond she turned that poke into a gentle tapping on the side of his face.

“Leon?” The name felt like acid on her tongue, guilt already creeping through her. “Wake up.”

She dropped her hand from his face and guided it further down his chest. The synthetic skin felt real, almost in an uncanny way. He was warm to the touch, not plastic-y and cold like how she assumed other sex dolls felt.

“Come on, big boy.” she muttered, pulling Leon’s large, heavy body out of the box and placing him on his feet near her bed. “Where’s your–? Oh, got it.” (Y/N) snatched the instruction manual from the box. The print was foggy, and some words were horribly misspelled, but she flipped through the pages and located the directions page. She read the page to herself quietly. “I am Leon, your AI-powered male sex doll. The setup process of a Leon doll is extremely easy. To turn me on, just set my dial. After that, just sit back and let me love you for a little while!”

(Y/N) walked a small circle around him in search of his ‘on-switch.’ She found it right on the back of his neck, almost hidden by his swoop of blond hair. On the silver dial sat three options: Off, gentle, and rough. A hand rose and ticked the dial to gentle. She stepped away from him quickly after hitting the switch, nervous to see what would happen.

His eyes opened slowly, and a weak blue light beamed from them, scanning outwards before shutting off completely. A grin slowly spread across Leon’s all-too-real features as he powered on.

“Hey there, pretty girl,” he said, standing still in her room, only moving his head to face her. “Looks like you could use some company.”

“Uh, hello.” Her mouth was dry as she spoke, feeling like she made a bad decision the second he had snapped to life.

“Hm, why don’t you come closer to me? I don’t bite,” Leon paused before cheekily adding “unless you want me to.” He took her in his arms and let his eyes drift down her body. He eased her shirt over her head and tried to undo the clasps of her bra.

“What are you doing?” She tried to pull away but he held her in place.

“You have all your clothes, but I’m exposed over here. That’s not so fair, is it?” He looked down at his hardened length, ushering her to look down with him.

Her eyes widened a bit. “When did you even get hard–?”

“I’m always hard around pretty girls like you.” He slipped off her bra and groped her breasts with his large, somewhat calloused hands. “Look at these, baby. You have pretty tits, and a pretty face, huh?”

A hum left her throat as she felt his head dip down and take one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the bud, latching on to properly suck it after a few teasing moments. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped onto it tightly, whining at the feeling of his mouth popping off of her tit.

“Bet you’re getting wet from this, aren’t you?” His voice was airy and muffled while he spoke. He left open mouthed licks over her pebbled nipples, grazing over them with his tongue’s warmth.

She gave a weak nod in return.

“Mm, maybe I should take care of that,” he chuckled lightly and lowered himself to his knees. “Gonna let me take these off you?” He tugged at the waistband of her shorts.

“G’head,” (Y/N) said, feeling her thighs rub against each other impatiently.

He pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving her in just her panties. She shuddered at the feeling of his tongue darting across the cotton covering her wet center. Again, Leon laughed a bit at her reaction and licked a heavier stripe against the fabric. When he was rewarded with a gasp from her open mouth, he pulled the panties to the side and pressed his tongue at her slit.

“F–Fuck, that feels good,” she whined, hand still messily buried in his hair.

Leon kept his eyes on her the whole time, not letting a moment pass where his blue irises weren’t piercing hers.

His tongue dipped out of her entrance and moved up to her clit. He fidgeted with it, trying to see which motion worked best on her, and settled on a circular movement. The longer he sat slotted between her thighs, her knees thrown over his shoulders, the more frequently he felt her cunt jump from pleasure. He placed his tongue hard on her clit, giving it rough, pressured licks.

“Almost there, I’m close,” (Y/N) said, feeling a coil form in her stomach. She had felt this with other toys, but by far, Leon was the best at the job. “Don’t stop,” she hummed, voice catching in her throat while he moved his head side to side, dragging his mouth sloppily over her cunt.

A string of profanities escaped her mouth when she felt her orgasm hit. A sputtering wave of warmth flushed through her body, her pussy clenching around nothing.

“That’s it, good job,” Leon cooed. He held his hand up to her face expectantly. “Spit.”

Her mind already felt melted, like it could’ve oozed out of her brain at any minute. She mindlessly complied with him, spitting onto his lengthy fingers.

“Ah–! S’too much, Leon.”

“No, no, you can take it. I’ll be gentle, I know you want another one,” he said with a slightly mocking tone. “Greedy girl needs something to fill her up.” Plunging his fingers into her pussy, he groaned at the feeling of her slick walls still fluttering. “Y’haven’t even recovered from the first one, but I’m gonna give you another one,” he said, curling his fingers, “gonna be twice as strong.”

“Fuck, it’s too much,” (Y/N) knew her sobs of pleasure were pathetic sounding, but she couldn’t muster anything else up as she tried to push his wrist down and away, not being able to stand the feeling of his two fingers prodding at her most sensitive spot.

“Don’t fight it,” he warned, “not when you’re so close. Yeah, I feel you getting all tight on me. Mm, you’re gonna love how it feels, it only gets better from here, pretty girl.”

Leon became more aggressive with his movement, moving his whole arm as his fingers jammed in and out of her. (Y/N) was lost in her ecstasy. Her hands shook and flew aimlessly before taking purchase of Leon’s shoulders and holding onto them, nails digging into the skin.

Her second release, as promised, was much stronger. Her legs clamped around him, her moans came out in long, shaky intervals, and her brain was mush. She couldn’t force herself to focus on anything but the cum dripping out of her cunt and down Leon’s fingers and forearm. She screwed her eyes shut, feeling even the dim light of her bedroom to be too much for her now fucked-out, slutty head to handle.

She hardly noticed when he had placed on her back in the bed with her legs spread. Not until he guided his cock across her folds, tapping the head of it against her swollen, abused clit.

“More?” she asked, voice breaking and weak. “Can’t take it ‘nymore.”

“C’mon, sweet thing, you can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more?” He whispered into her ear, slowly pushing into her, holding himself back.

“Jus’ one? No more after that?”

“Mhm, just one.” Leon bottomed out and stretched her walls with his girth. The tip of his cock gave sweet, shallow kisses to her cervix’s tip, gently pressing into it with each thrust. His hips rocked into her, but he felt his dick being forced out of her walls, pushed out of her heat. “Even after all that, still tight f’me.” He slid back in, rougher this time, trying to keep himself inside. “Need somethin’ to stretch you out, baby. Good thing y’got me now.”

His hands were placed under her knees, scooping and holding them apart while he fucked her. He slowly transitioned from fucking and burrying his cock into her, to bringing her body forward, bouncing her on his cock.

“Leon—”

“Hush, now, you’re okay. Mm,” he wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, “look at how you take it. It’s like you were made to be used like this, sweet girl. Maybe you’d be better off as a toy.”

She moaned at this, feeling her cunt twitch at his words.

“Yeah? You like that?” Leon’s eyebrow raised at her a bit, teeth barring in smirk. “You like being a little toy. Being– oh, fuck, you’re enjoying this so much. Your pretty little face...”

(Y/N) threw her arms over his neck, pulling him closer to her body. Their chests pressed together, her sweat slick between them both. “God, Leon, please!”

Leon pressed his mouth on her to quiet her down, swallowing her moans as their tongues and teeth gnashed against each other. He winced as (Y/N) bit down on his lip, choking back her sobs when she clamped down on his cock. Taking this as a sign, Leon emptied his thick, synthetic cum into her.

Once he pulled out, a mixture of both of their cum pumped out, gushing and wetting in between her thighs.

“Good job, baby,” he said, stroking her face, grinning at the warmth of her cheek. “You did so well, getting all cockdrunk for me. To think I was being gentle. Wanna try my rough mode out for size?” He joked, letting his hand grip her hip.

“Goodnight, Leon,” she responded, unimpressed at his teasing and tired from what he had done to her. She brought her hand to the back of his neck and turned his dial to ‘off.'

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osachiyo · 9 months

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.* ࣪.⋆ ❐ OH, DARLING ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

﹙ ✿ ﹚── includes : dazai, chuuya, kunikida, ranpo, fyodor & nikolai x fem!reader

﹙ ✿ ﹚── content warnings : sfw content (very rare from me ☠), fluff, nikolai being an amazing father, a bit of crack, a teeeny tiny suggestive bit but nothing too bad, and ummm children?

﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis : bsd men as daddies 😍

﹙ ✿ ﹚── author's note : lmk if y'all want the baby making part aswell 😼

DAZAI ୭·࣭࣪̇˖

Dazai as a dad in one word is definitely 'silly'. He always knew how to make his baby girl's frown into a smile in mere seconds. He knew her like the back of his hand, always knowing how to calm her down when she's crying or throwing a fit. During your pregnancy he'd try to sing his famous suicide song to his soon to be born baby, only to get smacked in the head by you. He'd always keep a hand on your swollen stomach, excited to feel her kick.

You and Dazai were in your shared bedroom. His lips were on your own soft ones, plump and swollen from him softly nibbling on them. He gently laid you down on the mattress, kissing and nibbling on your ear as he whispered sweet nothings to you. He was about to lift your shirt when suddenly a cry came from the other room. You both jumped and sat up straight on the bed before you rushed out to comfort your crying baby. You picked her up from the crib and shushed her, bouncing your daughter in your arms in hopes for her to calm down. "Its okay, darling. Mommy's right here, see?" You smiled, wiping the tears and snot off her face with a towel. You sighed in relief when she stopped crying, only staring at you with a pout. "What's my princess crying about?" You turn around to see Dazai leaning against the door frame. You walk towards him and hand her over, pouting, "guess she missed her daddy?" He cooed at her, making her giggle and squeal. "Oh, is that right? Aren't you a naughty girl, interrupting mommy and daddy's spicy time like this?" He pinched her nose softly, his tone playful but holding so much love. He truly adored this baby. You huff playfully, crossing your arms. "I'm the one who carried her for nine months but you're her favourite?! This is so unfair." He chuckled, kissing your cheek. "Don't worry, love. You'll always be my favourite." You made a disgusted face, "I'd rather not." "Wha—Why?!"

CHUUYA ୭·࣭࣪̇˖

This man is the best dad any kid could ever ask for. He was genuinely so damn nervous when you first told him you were pregnant, almost thinking it was a prank until you told him no, you were actually having a baby. He was excited and scared at the same time, but you reassured him that he would make a wonderful father, and he did.

Chuuya was taking care of the baby today since you had to go and run some errands. He silently stared at his son absolutely demolishing the Barbie doll Dazai had gifted him, foolishly assuming you guys had a girl. His son, who had just turned two, straight up decapitated the doll and is now trying to rip off it’s arm. Chuuya debated whether he would stop the child before he accidentally hurts himself. He finally decided to just take a video and send it to you with the caption, “this is what we raised.” He placed the phone aside and strode over to his son, gently trying to take the downright brutalized doll away from him but he wouldn’t budge, tightening his grip on the toy, “mine!” Chuuya sighed, wondering just where this kid got his stubbornness from.

You arrived back home just one hour later, "I'm home!" You first placing the groceries in their designated spots before heading to the livingroom to see your husband and son. The living room was...a complete mess. Barbie limbs were scattered on the tiled floor, some even had teeth marks on them, indicating that the little boy was chewing on them. You sighed and your eyes landed on the sofa, where the two most important people of your life were sleeping peacefully. Your eyes softened. You walked over to the couch and gently kissed your son's cheek before doing the same to Chuuya. You noticed there was a Barbie head somehow stuck to his ginger hair. You laughed quietly, he definitely took after him.

KUNIKIDA ୭·࣭࣪̇˖

When you told him you were pregnant, he was absolutely over the moon. He was very protective during your pregnancy, not letting you go to work or do any household chores. He wanted to be the ideal husband and father for you and the bundle of joy you were giving birth to. He was with you every step of the way, reassuring you that everything would be fine and you were both in this together. He knew you'd be an amazing mother.

Kunikida woke up from the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. He squinted and reached for his phone, '2:16 am'. He sat up straight, blinking the sleep away as he got out of the comfort of the shared bed. He glanced at you, leaning in to kiss your forehead before walking out of the bedroom. He quietly headed towards the kitchen only to see his 3 year old daughter standing atop a chair infront of the fridge, tub of the cookie dough flavoured ice cream in her stubby hands. She tries to scoop it out with an ice cream scooper but alas, the ice cream is too hard. His heart clenched at the adorable sight of her pouting, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tries her best to scoop the cold treat out. He snaps out of it and clears his throat, hands on his hips while he interrogated her, "and what're you doing up so late?" She whipped her head towards her father's direction, startled by his stern voice. She quickly tries to hide the ice cream tub behind her, the scooper falling out of her grasp in the process. "n-nothing!" He sighed and picked the metal tool up from the floor, walking over to the sink to clean it before getting a bowl and returning back to his little girl. "Give that here," he takes the tub of ice cream, scooping a healthy amount in the bowl before giving it to her. "Don't tell mommy, okay?" She nodded, too busy savouring the sweet taste of the ice cream. He pinches her cheek playfully, "you're such a messy eater..and do not think you'll be getting away with this everytime, young lady." He scolds, flicking her forehead, making her whine. If only they both knew you've been watching the entire time, heart doing backflips at the cuteness of it.

RANPO ୭·࣭࣪̇˖

Ranpo was...an interesting father to say the least. He wasn't terrible but he definitely wasn't the best. You didn't expect anything more, considering he's a full grown adult with a toddler's mentality. While your pregnancy, he helped you with most stuff but he would not tolerate your mood swings. He once called you bratty while you were in your trimester and you smacked the shit out of him, which was deserved according to Yosano while he whined about it to her. He bought you your flowers and chocolates as an apology later. This man almost cried when he held the baby in his arms for the first time but he'd rather die than admit that.

Ranpo stared at you breastfeeding your baby boy in utter focus. His eyes were narrowed to slits as he observed his son stealing your tits from their rightful owner. You deadpanned at him, "honey, is something the matter?" He pouted, "I want milk too~" You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, mentally patting yourself on the back for dealing with his shenanigans every day. "You're not a baby, Ranpo.." "but you said I'm your baby! You call me baby every day, no?" Your son side eyed his dad for a second before going back to drinking peacefully. "Did you see that?! Did you see how he looked at me?!" Ranpo accusedly pointed a finger at the small child and you shook your head. "He's just a baby, darling. I don't think he can give you a nasty look at this age..." Your husband only crosses his arms angrily before crawling towards you on the bed, reaching for one of your boobs when his son side eyed him again, judging hard. Ranpo ignored the look and leaned in to take you in his mouth when your son started crying, waving his arms around in clear distress. You tried to calm him down, bouncing him in your lap and kissing his chubby face., "aww baby don't cry~ daddy is a weirdo? I know, baby, I know." Ranpo gasped, grumbling something about 'sharing is caring'. "so sharing is caring until it comes to you sharing your snacks?" You commented, giggling mischeviously with your son, who was now beaming as he watched his dad sulk away.

FYODOR ୭·࣭࣪̇˖

Fyodor was an amazing husband to you as long as you obeyed him like a good wife should that sounds borderline sexist but ok. He was also very caring and protective during your pregnancy, always looking out for you, making sure you're well fed, not letting you do chores by yourself, you get the idea. Fortunately, the whole process went very smoothly, he was there almost every step of the way. When he held the small child in his arms, he felt a joy he didn't know he could. The small bundle of sunshine got fyodor's raven hair, your eyes and his face structure. He just loved that kid so much and you could tell by the way he spoke to her so gently, cradling her in his arms as he promised her that would take good care of you both.

Fyodor was currently busy with giving his precious daughter a bath, the three year old jumping in excitement as she loves her bathtime. Usually you'd be the one helping her bathe, but you couldn't do that today because of a fever. So your dear husband took over the household duties for today. You tried to reassure him that he didn't have to, but he wouldn't budge, forcing you to lay down and rest while he took care of everything.

Now here he was, trying to choose which bathbomb he should pick for his three year old daughter. He settles on a sparkly purple one with pink swirls, "How's this one, love?" The toddler's eyes widen, curiously gazing at it with her big, doe eyes. He smiled and plopped the bathbomb in the tub, watching his daughter squeal as it fizzes up. "Oh! 's pwetty, daddy!" She giggled, splashing some water at him. He chuckled, head resting on his palm, thinking about how adorable she was.

NIKOLAI ୭·࣭࣪̇˖

Bro went to get the milk faster than lighting itself.

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thekeeperof-thefandoms · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel characters react to your stims

(I'm doing my personal favorite characters, so if there are others you wanna see, ask me. They may also be slightly OOC.)

Vox

You can't convince me this man doesn't also have ADHD. He's just spent decades masking it, as well as most of himself, to present a perfect image. Probably heard the term as it got more well known but didn't really connect the dots until meeting you.

He fidgets a lot, tapping his claws, bouncing his legs, can't sit in a fucking chair properly.

Doesn't realize he's overstimulated and burnt out from multi tasking dozens of screens until you point it out.

Once he's aware of it you help him manage his work better so he can be less stimulated and tense. You buy him proper fidget toys to mess with and he makes himself some top of the line bass boosted sound canceling headphones. He gives you a pair, too. When you're both alone, you look up songs with loaded bass in 8d just to watch each other twitch and involuntarily move your head with the sound.

That's about the extent of the conscious level of unmasking he'll do though. He gets self conscious.

But, he adores the fact you're comfortable enough to stim around him. Or in public. He can and will violently end people for even giving you dirty looks for stimming in public.

If you show excitement and joy over being around someone through happy noms he will literally get heart eyes. Just be careful where you bite him because it may lead to something else.

He's happy to let you stim, which means tricking him into doing it more.

He remembers and sub consciously absorbs your echolalias or any word replacements you use. If you do a lot of call and response vocals he learns them. (Call and response is basically when you memorize a sound with two people. One calls the other responds. You can just say both parts yourself ((I do)) but it's more satisfying with someone else).

If you do happy flappies this man will short circuit. (He will laugh if you accidentally smack yourself though).

If you squeal and kick you may give him a heart attack. He thought you were hurt or something. He gets used to it eventually but it still startles him.

Vox is also a chatter box so you two can info dump about special interests to each other for hours. Neither one of you expects the other to remember details, but the fact you don't tell each other to shut up and are content to do your own thing while listening to your partner/friend gush is enough.

He has long since forced himself into strict routines so if you struggle to get tasks started or get distracted in the middle of them he's understanding but stern. Tends to cause more harm than good because he talks down to you unintentionally.

If you're a visual/hands on learner he also gets frustrated with you for wasting hours trying to figure it out yourself and getting yourself upset instead of just letting him do it for you. You get into a lot of fights about it at first. He gets better when he sees it genuinely prevents you from enjoying things or trying new things and that you just kinda default to defeated and helpless. He didn't mean to make you feel dumb, he just doesn't understand why you wouldn't want help. Until the tables turn and as he's getting worked up over something he can't figure out and you just stare at him.

He finally snaps at you what the hell you're doing and you smirk "need help? Why don't I just do it for you and you watch? Come on, you've been struggling for an hour, stop being so stubborn and just let me do it. I'll show you later, it's not hard." You feed his own lines back at him and his stomach drops.

"Oh....that feels...mmmm. Nope! Don't like that. Ok. Won't happen again, doll."

Realistically if you work with him and you make mouth noises a lot (bird whistles, tongue clicks, humming, random shrieks) he will get annoyed. It's distracting him and sometimes you don't realize you're doing it and mess up anything he tries to record. The first few times he snaps at you and it causes problems (hello rejection sensitive dysphoria) but eventually he learns how to better talk to you/communicate without accidentally convincing you he hates you.

Alastor

Probably on the spectrum himself, but it also could just be his anti-social habits. Either way he finds you entertaining and your bouts of sporadic energy and gremlin like behavior don't phase him. He's been dealing with Niffty for years.

If you sing or hum a lot to get work done, or listen to music he's all for it. But if you're the type of ADHD where work fast music=horny and bass he'll insist you wear headphones. If you're content to listen to swing (he'll compromise with electroswing) or jazz, he'll play the radio for you.

He doesn’t even care if you're a good singer or not, he just likes seeing you get into it. Will show off by singing it better than you though.

If you're someone who picks your fingers or skin, he'll slap your hands. You bleeding is making him hungry and distracting him. He'll find you something else to do with your hands. Same with nail biting.

He tends to pull his hair when stressed so if you stim with your hair he gets it and unless it's harmful (eating/pulling) he'll leave it, but if you're like him he's either cutting your hair short or braiding it.

Will die before admitting it but thinks you flapping, hopping, clapping, squealing is the most adorable thing ever. Also, laughs at you if you smack yourself, though.

Doesn't understand your memes so half your echolalia go over his head and he just kinda stares at you.

Scolds you for not sitting in the chair properly.

Smiles, nods, and occasionally says "that's nice dear" when you info dump. It's not that he doesn't care, he just can't listen to something he's not interested in for that long.

Mouth noises make his eye twitch but so long as they don't interrupt him, he won't scold you.

He understands you're not dumb but he also doesn't have the patience to help your or wait for you to get things done so he does them for you and tells you stop pouting when you get upset with him.

He likes you enough to not reject your touch and enjoys being in your space, but please refrain from happy biting the cannibal. He will bite back and it's less cute when he does.

Lucifer

The original AUDHD. You two chatter for hours about special interests.

He makes you stim toys.

You two do the adhd laugh so hard over dumb shit you gotta hold onto and smack each other thing. You both wind up on the floor.

Literally would never talk down to you or trigger your RSD. He's spent centuries feeling like he's constantly annoying, dumb, and struggling to time manage and do tasks.

Is equally fed up with people offering to do things for him because he can do it he just needs help getting started. The more you ask if he wants you to do it or when he's gonna do it the harder it is. So you two just sorta hobble together a system for getting shit done.

It's not perfect but if it gets outta hand he can just snap his fingers and fix it.

He happy flaps with his hands and wings and constantly knocks you or other shit over. It embarrasses him but you're in love. You two sometimes hold hands to do the happy bounce squeal, shaking each other.

He initiates happy bites more than you do. Honestly you both start looking like chew toys.

You two echolali all the time and share new ones you find. If you ever can't find each other, just shout one of your current vocal stims and he'll respond.

Literally, the definition of choas couple.

#hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #alastor x reader #lucifer x reader

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seonghwaddict · 4 months

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private lessons — song mingi

in which professor song is the man everyone on campus longs for but only you get to have.

professor!song mingi x fem!reader. genre. fluff, smut. warnings. explicit sexual content minors dni, reader wears a dress, unprotected sex, student x teacher relationship (consenting and legal), dom!mingi, slightly mean but also soft dom!mingi, fingering, dirty talk, petnames (doll, baby, fucktoy/toy, plaything, slut, whore), degradation, praise, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, brief begging, cockwarming, sir kink. wc. 3.5k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. i have nothing to say for myself.

listening to. les, childish gambino

masterlist

you practically sprinted through the halls of the main university building, nearly running into various people idling around. checking the time on your phone, you cursed silently. the lecture had started half an hour ago and you hated being late, but it really wasn’t your fault.

your alarm hadn’t gone off and you ended up waking up a lot later than you usually do. after that, your bus just had to get stuck in traffic, a consequence of waking up late. and now you had to literally run for your life to get to the lecture hall, the door creaking as you step in, drawing all the attention to you.

“how nice of you to finally join us, miss L/N.”

you glanced at the source of the voice despite already knowing who you’ll find. professor mingi was your physics teacher. but more than that, he was tall and broad shouldered, wearing black slacks and a fitted black long sleeve tucked into the slacks, the sleeves rolled half way up his arm whose muscles flexed each time he reached up to push his thin-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. you could, by all means, call him one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. many agreed, groups of girls and guys alike whispering over his attractiveness during lecture or ogling as they spotted him around campus during regular tasks. the only difference between you and them was the fact that you got to have him all to yourself behind closed doors.

bowing quickly, apologies rolled off your tongue as your cheeks heated up with embarrassment. “i’m so sorry, sir. there were some complications on my way here, it won’t happen again.”

a low chuckle left his lips and he waved dismissively, gesturing to the row of seats. “it’s quite alright, take a seat. you can stay after class for a bit and i’ll explain what you missed.”

you nodded silently and walked to an empty seat in the third row, cheeks burning and a tingling sensation pooling in your abdomen at the implications of his words. before you could stop yourself, you were reminded of what you did two nights before. you and him, tangled in his bedsheets. the vivid memory had your eyes widening and turning to your laptop to force yourself to take notes, missing the knowing smirk on his face as he continued the lecture.

truthfully, focusing proved to be a difficult task. every time you thought you could finally pay attention to what he was saying, your mind helpfully playing back images of previous encounters with him. you shifted in your seat uncomfortably, the heat between your legs distracting you.

before you knew it, he concluded the lecture and everyone was out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. you got up from your seat, walking down the small steps, taking your stuff with you and placing them on a seat in the first row for convenience purposes. his back was turned to you as he wiped words and equations off the whiteboard.

“eager to learn more, miss L/N?” he speaks without turning to you, the muscles of his arms under the shirt flexing slightly as he rubbed away all the writing with an eraser. you could hear the smile in his voice. “i must say, i’m quite impressed at your dedication to his subject.”

you chuckle softly and play along, walking to stand at the desk behind him, leaning against the wood. “well, subjects are interesting when you have a professor who gives you… private lessons.”

“private lessons, you say?” he turned around at that, the familiar smirk adorning his face as he saw you merely three steps away. three steps which he took slowly, standing in front of you. his eyes privately roamed over your body now, unable to do so in a room full of students he was supposed to teach. he liked the cute little sundress you wore, and he knew that you knew, suspecting that you wore the dainty light pink fabric on purpose. his hands brushed against your arms, eliciting goosebumps as he placed them on your waist, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “how about one right now?”

“are you sure?” you rested you hands on his forearms, looking around. “what if someone walks in?”

one of his hands leaves your waist to cup your cheek softly, thumb brushing over your skin. “no one’s supposed to come in here for another hour, it’s just you and me.”

you bite your lip nervously before nodding, relaxing in his hold. with your permission, he leaned forward, barely brushing his lips against yours before leaning it into just a peck, pulling back just as quickly to look at you for a moment. a second later, his lips were back on yours, the kiss remained gentle but there was a sense of urgency as his hand on your waist moved to your hips, kneading your flesh softly, and yours found themselves gripping his shoulders.

goosebumps ran down your spine as he groaned against your lips, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth to explore. his thumb traced your jaw so gently as you pulled away from each other after several minutes, panting.

you looked up at him with round eyes, a giggle leaving your swollen lips. “we really shouldn’t be doing this here of all places.”

“yeah, you’re right,” he took a small step back after pressing a final kiss to your forehead, straightening out his clothes, “if you’re up for it, you can come back to my place later.”

a soft smile spread along your flushed face, nodding as you leaned up to return a kiss to his cheek. “yeah, i’d like that.”

“now,” he cleared his throat, slowly trying to regain his composure he adjusted the collar of his shirt. “if you’ll excuse me, i need to go prepare for my next class.”

“you’re excused, professor.” you laugh as you step around him to go grab your bag from the seat you set it on.

but before you could reach it, his voice called out to you again, making you stop in your tracks and turn to him, finding him walking towards you already. when he reached you, he cupped your face with both of his large hands and kissed you once again, more chastely than the kiss before. when he left your lips, one last kiss found itself on your cheek before he fully stepped away.

“okay, you may go now.”

several hours later the door to mingi’s penthouse fell shut as the two of you stepped in. as soon as the comforting click of the lock sounded, you were all over each other, lips latching onto each other, hands groping all over the place. after haphazardly kicking off your shoes and pulling each other’s coats off, you somehow managed to get to his familiar bedroom, all the while never pausing to breathe.

his whole place had a modern design, extending to the bedroom too. a big king sized bed in the middle of the spacious room, the wall on its right covered by a sleek bookshelf and two doors—one to the en suite bathroom and the other to his walk in closet—and the wall on its left was your favourite part. instead of yet another white wall, it was a large flor to ceiling window, offering a stunning view of the city. now the room was illuminated by the night life of the city and the moon. neither of you cared enough to draw the curtains shut; who would be able to see into the fifty-seventh floor of the building anyway?

mingi kept a hand on your hip while the other closed the bedroom door behind you before joining his other hand at your hips, his lips kissing and sucking at your neck as he slowly walked you backwards. your breaths grew shallow as he marked up your neck but he stopped when the back of your knees hit the bed, barely pulling back to mutter, “get on the bed, doll.”

you shivered at the husky tone, a slight rasp to his voice, heavy with desire. wanting nothing but to make him happy with you, you got on the bed, scooting back and laying down. his fingers quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, tossing it to the ground beside the bed before joining. he hovered over you and leaned over to turn on one of the lamps so he could see you better, taking off his glasses and placing them on the bedside table while he was at it.

“so beautiful, lying there for me.” he hummed, his hands trailing from your shoulder down the length of your arms, teasingly sliding down the straps of your dress until your breasts spilled over the fabric and you squirmed beneath him lightly. he leaned down to pepper kisses across your chest as his hands moved down to massage your thighs, letting his tongue slip out to tease your nipples as he passed over them, barely holding back a smile at your quiet whimpers.

he pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist, nodding and humming approvingly at the matching pink panties you had on, eyes zeroing in on the wet patch practically begging for his attention. a groan nearly rips itself out of his throat at the sight, leaning back on his heels to watch as he lets his thumb brush over the fabric, making your thighs tremble with need.

“need my help, baby?” he cooed at you almost mockingly, letting his thumb press against your clit over the damp fabric for a fraction of a second.

“yes, please.” you breathed, breath hitching at his teasing.

“please what?”

“please, sir, i need you.” you whined impatiently, bucking your hips slightly.

mingi chuckled at your desperation, nodding as he lifted your legs to slide off your panties. “okay, doll, i’ll help you. i’ll take good care of you.” he discarded the panties, dropping them off the edge of the bed, and placed your legs down again, spreading them apart so he can look at your dripping folds. this time he couldn’t hold back his groan of raw pleasure, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. “so fucking perfect.”

you whined at his words, clenching around nothing and making more slick seep out of you. his eyes followed the clear string of arousal as it dripped onto his bedsheets.

“that’s it, doll,” he muttered, low and rough, “so perfect and wet for me and i haven’t even touched you, can’t wait to hear you scream my name. you’ll scream my name when you cum, won’t you, my love?”

as he spoke, his index finger dipped between your soaking folds and gathered arousal to barely run it over your clit. you whimpered and shuddered, unable to answer his question with more than a quick nod.

“mhm, i thought so,” he gradually increased the pressure of his finger on your clit, “but you better scream it nice and loud for me, okay? so i can hear that pretty voice of yours.”

you force yourself to answer, voice barely above a whisper as your hips shifted with each circle of his finger. “y-yes, sir.”

“good girl, so obedient,” he leaned down to press a fluttering kiss to your forehead before resuming his position, adding another finger to his work on your clit. “do you know what you are to me, doll?”

“no… tell me,” you bit your lips to hold back any embarrassing sounds you may make under his touch. but his other hand quickly came up to pull your bottom lip from your teeth before dropping to your hips again.

“i told you i want to hear your pretty voice,” he snapped, somehow still sounding caring even if he was scolding you. he continued, “you’re my toy. my prefect little fucktoy.”

and though your breath hitched and you looked confused for a moment, he could feel the sudden increase in wetness as his fingers stroked you, so he continued.

“because i want to fuck you until morning light, my love,” he slipped a finger into you easily, only feeling the stretch once he added a second finger, making your breath hitch and back arch, “my own fucktoy to play with whenever i feel like it.”

the idea had a knot forming in your abdomen as his fingers bent and brushed over your sweet spot with each thrust, coaxing you closer to your climax. with each dirty word he spoke, you felt yourself growing more and more aroused, and he could feel it too as you squeezed around his digits.

“fuck…” he cursed hoarsely, his thumb rubbing your erect clit perfectly as his fingers stroked your walls, “you’re so tight and worked up just from my fingers. i bet you crave to have my cock inside you, huh?”

your hands clenched and dug into the bedsheets, cursing softly as sweet moans left your lips. you nodded at his words, not trusting your words.

“yeah? want my hard cock deep inside you, filling up your drenched little hole?” he slid a third finger into your hole, making you choke back a moan at the stretch.

“ye- fuck… yes, sir, please,” you whined, eyes squeezing shut as his three fingers continuously pressed against your g-spot.

“i know, i know, my doll, my toy,” he cooed, his free hand stroking your thigh affectionately, eyes focused on every twitch of your face muscles, slowly watching you come undone. “you’re close aren’t you? go ahead and cum all over my hand. show me how much of a pretty little whore you are for me.”

as if his words flipped a switch, you tipped off the edge and did just as he said, your juices flowing around his digits and out of your hole. you came with a cry, your voice muffled as he pressed his lips against yours and swallowed every sound you made. his fingers slipped out of you but rubbed your clit a few more times to help you ride out your orgasm before pulling back completely, sitting back on his heels again.

mingi looked down at your pussy, humming at the sight of your fluttering hole and the release smeared sloppily between your thighs. “mmmm, well aren’t you quite the messy slut, huh? but i suppose that makes you a perfect toy, so responsive and obedient.” he brought his fingers to his lips, licking off your release hungrily, groaning at the taste as he watched you take deep breaths, still trembling from your climax. “calm down a bit and then i’ll fuck you senseless, yeah?”

you poured up at him, legs absentmindedly spreading wider, panting softly as you looked up at him with round eyes. “no, i’m ready now, sir, please.”

“really?” he raised a patronising eyebrow, clicking his tongue. “are you sure?”

“yes, sir,” you nodded quickly, “please, please, please, i promise i’m ready.”

he scoffed and leaned down, holding his body above yours with one hand in the mattress beside your head as his other hand expertly removed his belt and shucked off the rest of his clothes. you watched as his eyelids fluttered as he stroked his cock a few times, not taking his eyes off you, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “you’re so desperate to get fucked by your professor. what a pathetic little mess you are.”

he rubbed his tip along your folds, gathering slick before slowly pressing himself into your entrance. though you were familiar with his size and girth, having been fucked by him various other times, the stretch never failed to make you shudder, your head falling back against the soft bed as your back arches against him and you let out a wanton sigh.

“keep those legs spread, baby,” his whispered, hips stuttering as you clenched around him on his way in. when he bottomed out, he stilled, letting you adjust as his hand brushed one hair away from your flushed, sweaty face. “you take me so well, my love… such a good little plaything.”

once he’s given your signal, a breathless nod, he began to rock his hips against yours, pulling out before thrusting in. at first, it was slow, but when you gave him encouraging moans, he picked up his pace. your hands reach up to cup his face, pulling him down to kiss him. it was a sloppy kiss, all teeth and heavy breaths as the feeling of his cock driving into you with just the right amount of roughness to make your head spin.

when your lips parted, you looked up at him. his eyes fluttered shut and stayed shut for a few moments, bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure as you clenched around him rhythmically.

“thank you, sir,” you managed to whine our, voice barely above a whisper. you weren’t sure why you were thanking him, but the urge to be a good toy for him had you doing anything to get him to coddle you and care for you and fuck you so good for the rest of your life.

a deep chuckle left him, one of his hands reaching down between your bodies, brushing over a nipple before reaching your clit and rubbing in time with his thrusts. “just remember who you belong to, doll.”

“you,” you gasp softly at the combination of his cock inside you and his fingers on your clit, stimulating you and gradually building another climax.

“that’s right, maybe you aren’t just a brainless toy for me to fuck after all, hm?” he smiles, kissing your forehead, the affection a stark contrast to his degrading words. “you belong to me, and i intend to keep you satisfied and full. you’re full, aren’t you?”

you nodded quickly, fingers tightening in his shoulders as he gave you a particularly sharp thrust, “s-so full.”

he was entranced by you, lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him. he paid attention to ever breath, figuring out what you seemed to like. he angled his hips differently and watched as your eyes rolled back, jaw going slack as he hit that spot repeatedly.

“look at you, so beautiful and all for me to enjoy,” he purred, pressing down hard on your clit as he thrusted up into you at a bruising pace. you felt as if the wind was knocked out of you, confessing that you were so so close, to which he only smirked and pressed down on your clit in an intentional pattern. “cum for me, doll, let go.”

there was always something about the way he commanded you to finish that you couldn’t resist, seconds later another orgasm crashing over you as he continued his movements. you came with a loud moan, crying out his name incoherently just like he said he wanted. eventually, his hips slowed but you noticed he hadn’t finished, shaking your head quickly.

“no, please, keep going,” you practically begged, looking at him with glossed over eyes, “use me, sir.”

he growled out something you couldn’t quite hear, your fucked out mind perceiving everything as hazy as he drove his length into you slowly and deeply, bringing himself to a finish. it didn’t take him much longer to finish, painting your walls white with his release as his movements stuttered to a stop, groaning. you whimper at the feeling of him quite literally filling you to the brim with his seed, shuddering as your legs trembled from overstimulation.

a few moments later he lifts his head firm between your breasts. “let’s get you cleaned up?”

you shook your head, pulling him close. “we can do that in the morning.”

mingi laughed silently, kissing your jaw and nodding. his short washed out pink hair brushed against your face, tickling you. he pulled out of you, making you whine in protest. “patience, doll,” he teased you, moving you to lay on your side before lying down behind you, spooning you as he slipped his length inside you again and pushed in any of his release that may have seeped out. you sighed contentedly at the full feeling, pressing your back against him.

“i give this private lesson five stars,” you muttered through a stupid grin as his nose nuzzled against the back of your neck. you felt his chest shake with laughter behind you as he draped an arm over your waist.

“out of five i’m assuming, right?”

“no, out of ten,” you chuckled but gasped softly as his hand moved up to pinch your nipple without warning.

“out of five, right?”

“out of five.”

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clbrq · 7 months

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SUCKER FOR PAIN - C. BROCK

warnings; IMPLIED SMUT, flirting, drinking alcohol, angry colby, swearing/cursing, toxic relationship. NOT PROOF READ.

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Things with Colby were complicated. You were on, and then you were off. One minute you were rolling around in his sheets, sweating and moaning, and the next you were fighting and storming out of each other’s apartment’s. All of that for someone you weren’t even dating.

You knew the last fight you had dug deep. You both said unnecessary things you didn’t mean. But, his words still stung when you thought of them.

“We both know you’re just a petty fuck for me.”

You were hurt, but you were angry. And you were childish, knowing you wouldn’t let this go until he felt the hurt you did. You wanted cold-hearted revenge on that man.

And just to your luck, Halloween rolled around the corner quicker than you’d expected, a mutual friend of you and Colby was hosting a party at his house, downtown. As if the universe just knew what you were planning, you had possibly the best, most sluttiest, outfit put together.

A Police officer—the signature hat, baton, badge, but best of all; the handcuffs.

If not used on you by Colby, you knew another man would do.

—

Music boomed from outside the house, lights swirling outside, painting you in different colours as you pushed open the door to be greeted with a large crowd of drunk, sweaty, dressed up people dancing to a recognisable Rihanna song.

Pushing through the crowd, pulling down your dress in order to not flash everyone behind you, you made it in one piece to the kitchen. Finding a familiar face with a drink in hand, you knew you exactly who would be with them.

“Holy fucking shit, you look so hot!”

“All thanks to you, Kat,” You smirked, embracing the tipsy girl, “I wouldn’t have these bad boys if it wasn’t for you.” Gesturing to the silver handcuffs attached to your wrist.

The girl with the colourful hair, wearing a Tiffany from Chucky outfit, laughed as she spoke, “I wonder who’s gonna get cuffed tonight?”

You grinned evilly, “I wonder. Anyway, get me a drink, I’m too sober.”

Kat laughed, handing you a bottle of Vodka and sliding some coke along with it. Your favourite. Pouring way to much Vodka into the glass while mixing the drink, Kat laughed as you grimaced at the taste, yet chugging the whole thing.

“Hey, come on, Sam and the others are in the living room.” She smiled, grabbing your hand.

With your spare hand, you grabbed the Vodka bottle along with you, taking sips as Kat led you through a group of dancing people. The music boomed loudly in your ears, feeling the beat pulsate through your body as you moved.

You made it to the living room, the music got quieter but still loud enough to sing without being heard by others. Lots of familiar faces sat on the sofa, sipping drinks and talking amongst themselves.

They all looked up as Kat giggled at a joke you made, wondering who she was laughing at. All of them smiled and greeted you welcoming you, complimenting your outfit and laughing with you. One, however, was not so happy.

Colby Brock’s face fell as he saw you step into his view. After you fight, he didn’t think you’d show up. Especially looking so good—as if you didn’t even care.

Looking in his direction, a smile grew wider on your face just looking at him. Specifically at what he was wearing.

“What a coincidence.” You smirked, your eyes dancing over the orange jumpsuit laid loosely on his body, slightly unzipped to show his glorious torso.

He didn’t reply, only rolling his eyes and taking a sip from his drink. He didn’t feel like playing games with you, not tonight.

You knew that from the way he reacted.

Knowing it will amplify his anger, you walk swiftly over to your good friend Brennen, and taking a comfortable seat next to him. His Woody from Toy Story outfit showing off his abs and body so wonderfully.

“Hey, doll.” Brennen spoke, his words slightly slurred, “haven’t seen you in ages. Missed ya.”

“Likewise,” You grinned, snuggling up to him, as his arm fell sloppily around you, pulling you closer, “Love the outfit, shame I didn’t come as a Jesse to match.”

“So you could ride me like a cowgirl?”

Laughter erupted loudly from your throat, making sure everybody knew you were laughing with Brennen. Everybody only being Colby. And you knew it was working—you could feel his cold, piercing, blue eyes burning holes in the side of your head.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You whispered, biting your lip, eyes trickling over Brennen’s face.

You certainly felt the alcohol in your system now, as you subconsciously sipped from the Vodka bottle as Brennen spoke.

Colby couldn’t take it any longer.

Marching over to the two of you, he grabbed your forearm and dragged you to your feet.

“Hey!” You cried, anger flooding your system as the warmth from Brennen’s body began to fade away.

“Enough.” Colby spat, leading you out the door.

You didn’t protest. Your plan had worked, you got your revenge. Colby lead you upstairs, not saying a word as he did so. He dragged you into a spare room, the silence suddenly feeling louder than music downstairs. Colby slammed the door as you sat on the empty bed.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spat, standing angrily in front of you, pink hues in his cheeks.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You spoke calmly, smirking playfully up at him as he towered over you.

He was seething. You’d never seen him like this before. Of course you’d seen him get heated in arguments, but he was absolutely full of rage right now.

“Don’t fucking play with me.” He sneered, “Do you get off on acting like a slut, huh? Around my friends and in front of me?”

The smirk deepened on your face, “Oh, I’m sorry, why is this so enraging for you, Colby?”

“Because you’re mine, you understand—no one else can have you.”

Ah, there it was.

“Hmm, that’s funny, because last week I was just a petty fuck for you, wasn’t I?” You fired, standing up to face him, making him step back slightly, “Or did you forget?”

Colby went silent—just staring at you.

“That’s what I thought.”

You went to walk out the door, to return to the party, but a hand grasped your wrist and pulled you flush against their body. Colby grabbed hold of your neck as he spoke,

“Yeah, you’re my petty fuck. No one else’s. You got that?”

“No, I don’t,” You spat, pushing him away, and attempting to walk away again.

Suddenly, you were shoved aggressively against the wall, eliciting a gasp out of you. Colby held both your wrist tightly against the wall as he stated deeply into your eyes, never once breaking his stars.

“You will when I’m fucking done with you.” He drawled out, “You’re not Brennen’s, fuck, you’re not anyone’s, but mine. You fucking hear me, slut, you’re mine.”

You wanted to fight back, tell him to fuck off and walk out, but you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together as his words echoed deeply throughout your mind causing your arousal to spark.

“Yes, Colby.”

“Good.” He spoke, licking his lips, “do that again, and you’re dead.”

You chuckled as he stared down at you sternly, his words meaningful, “Yes, sir.”

“Mm, is that how you wanna play?” He grinned, his evils darkening.

Nodding as he releases his grip, sliding his hands down to your waist, you connect your lips with his as you move both of you backwards. Falling comfortably on the bed, lips moving swiftly together, you straddle his waist, rocking your hips back and forth on his crotch, feeling him get harder with each movement.

“I fucking hate you.” You mumble against his lips, moving them down to his neck, sucking on the exposed skin.

“Love you too.” He replies, gripping your waist tighter.

—

i know this is the shittiest fic ever, it’s midnight and my brain is literally offline rn.

also trying to sound american when you’re british is the hardest thing ever. is it sofa or couch for americans. i don’t even know tbh, i keep wanting to right, “is it?” which is SOOO UNBELIEVABLY british it hurts.

however i’ve actually been in bed for 2 days now and haven’t left and my brain is fully disassociated from society. i literally haven’t seen or spoke to anyone in days and i’ve seen how many dead plants i’ve been watering icl. dead asf. my brain is just sam and colby.

ALSO i haven’t written properly in probably years so please forgive me. also i’m in my angsty era as seasonal depression is taking over :)

goodnight yall i’m tired

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talaok · 8 months

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I love your dad Pedro! Could you please do a cute fluff piece of a him just loving being a girl dad? Maybe he and baby girl just spending the day together, hom singing purple rain and dancing in the living room with her and trying to teach her to walk? Ooommggg 💚

Pairing: Pedro pascal x f!reader

a/n: i think dad pedro is my all time favorite so thank you for requesting it (and i do not know shit about babies or when they start walking or talking properly so just pretend this is accurate pls)

He still couldn't believe that this was his life.

that he was living in a home that he shared with you, the most amazing and incredible wife he could have ever dreamed of, and with your daughter, with his beautiful daughter who happened to be holding onto him, singing or, more accurately, mumbling sounds resembling the words of his favorite song: Purple rain, desperately trying to keep up with him as he softly sang it for her.

He couldn't believe that the angel looking up at him, with her mom's beauty and his attitude, was actually his, that he had helped create her, that she was standing on his feet and gripping his shirt as he guided her around in a makeshift slow dance.

He couldn't believe any of it, but god was he grateful.

He had everything he ever wanted, and every day felt like a dream, it didn't matter anymore if he didn't get cast for a role, if he fought with a director, if the guy beside him skipped the line at the grocery store, nothing simply mattered anymore as long as he had you, the two loves of his life.

And yes, every day was perfect, but today especially.

It was a beautiful sunny Sunday

he didn't have to work, and he didn't have anything to do so he could spend all his time with you.

He woke up with you curled up close to him, and a wide smile couldn't help but pull at his lips as he watched you sleep so peacefully.

After a few moments, he decided not to wake you, and only allowed himself a soft kiss on your forehead, before sneaking out of the room.

And that's when he walked by your daughter's room and heard those cute noises he knew too well, so he knocked, opened the door, and found her exactly as he had predicted, sitting up on her bed with two of her dolls in each one of her hands.

And again, he smiled, he smiled that happy smile he seemed to constantly have on his face lately.

So then he offered to go have breakfast, but she counteroffered to stay in her room and play instead, and of course, she had won.

You always made fun of him for how easily he agreed to whatever your daughter said, and as much as he liked to protest, he too, knew it was the truth.

God only knows how many tea parties he had attended with her stuffed animals, or how many times he had ended up with a full face of makeup because those big eyes of hers had gotten him to fold.

But anyway, after some time she eventually got hungry so they moved the party to the kitchen, he cooked some pancakes and cut some strawberries and he watched, as she ate everything on her plate, smiling like an idiot the whole time, and forgetting all about his own breakfast.

And then you had woken up and he had gotten to actually kiss you, and then somehow, he was dancing in the living room with his daughter.

And he still couldn't believe it.

The day only got more perfect as he watched his daughter stumble barefoot in your backyard as he tried to teach her how to walk.

He'd been at it for what felt like hours, guiding her with his hands at first, then trying to hold a toy with her, and letting go when she walked, but nothing seemed to really work.

"c'mon peach, you can do it" he encouraged her, luring her with one of her dolls "Come to daddy"

But all she did was crawl back to him, smiling widely as he reached him.

He let out a soft chuckle as she gave her the doll and watched her sit back to play with it next to that green ball she also adored.

"you know... she doesn't have to learn how to walk today" you murmured, walking beside him to put your arms around his torso as he stood up "She'll get there in her own time"

Your eyes were both on her as you spoke to one another.

"I know" he nodded, "I just..." he sighed, not able to finish

"What?"

"I'm just scared that she'll get there when I'm not gonna be there to see it" he confessed, his voice suddenly thinner

"baby" you cooed, urging him to turn towards you "that's not gonna happen" you shook your head "and even if it does, it's not the end of the word, what matters is that she does it"

"I know, you're right" he breathed "I'm just scared that with work and everything I'm gonna miss all her important steps"

"but you haven't" you murmured "You were there when she said her first word, and you were even there when she ate all her food without throwing it on the ground for the first time" You couldn't help but laugh at the memory

"I know" he smiled too now "You're right... as always," he said, leaning in to kiss you.

You chuckled softly "You're an amazing dad, baby, you need to stop worryin-"

But your words died in your thought and your eyes widened as they focused behind him.

He took your expression in and turned in an instant, worried sick,

But when he expected to see the worst, to see something happen to his angel, what presented itself before him, was actually the opposite.

She was walking.

She was stumbling behind the ball as it rolled away from her to try and catch it like it was nothing.

She was walking. His daughter was walking

"Is she...?" you stuttered

"she is"

And once again, he couldn't believe it

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lov1ngdrysdale · 1 month

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perfect places ✧.* jd9

parings: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

summary: a night out leads to something you weren't expecting.

warnings: MINORS DNI !!! 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

a/n: YOU GUYS! im so sorry this took so long, prepare for a bunch of random blurbs n shit soon! thank you for being here, hope you enjoy it! 💌

jamie was an introvert, except on nights out.

he and his teammates were going to a new club, and he extended the invite to you. you and jamie had only been dating for a few short months so his invite was met with an eager "yes" from you.

in those couple of months, you'd been debating when the right time to have sex would be. jamie repeatedly told you he'd never do anything you were uncomfortable with, and sex would be off the table until you were one hundred percent certain.

after taking a shower, you spend an hour trying to get your hair to lay right. makeup was simple, just with additions of lashes and lipstick. you didn't want to draw too much attention to you and jamie, so a little black dress with black heels will do. before slipping the dress on, you walk over to the dresser, pulling out a lacey plum-colored thong and its matching bralette. tugging the dress on over your legs, you struggle with the zipper until you shimmy it all the way up.

you've spent the entire week contemplating if you were ready to give yourself to jamie, but after looking at yourself in the mirror you're certain you're ready.

to try and nonverbally send jamie a message you are ready for sex, you pull the dress down to reveal the fringes of the lace bralette.

sitting on the foot of your bed and buckling the heel's straps over your ankles, you hear jamie's signature sequence of knocks at your door. you jump up and make your way towards your apartment's entrance. you're met with the tall figure of your boyfriend holding a small, but well-arranged flower bouquet.

jamie, being the nervous sweetheart he is, awkwardly stands in your doorway.

"hi y/n i saw that your flowers were getting wilted so i just ran to...", he trails off when his eyes meet your dress, then up to your dolled-up face.

jamie gulps and clears his throat before responding, "holy shit. y/n, you look...gorgeous."

you toy with the hem on your short dress, looking up at him through your lashes, "you think so jamie?"

"of course i do...i'm just...wow you're flawless."

you laugh at jamie's lack of words and take his hand, letting him lead you to his car. like always, he opens your door and guides you inside. once he's inside, jamie begins the drive to the club. rap music plays quietly, his playlist.

jamie has a firm grip on the steering wheel and his stare is strictly on the road, like he's nervous to look at you. jamie is not the type of guy to initiate anything suggestive, so you knew you'd have to take the lead. reaching over the center console, you take his nearest hand off the steering wheel and place it onto your thigh.

jamie's face turns a shade of pink, and the streetlights illuminate the patches of freckles scattered across his complexion. you take in his appearance. his sleek black hair falls perfectly on the back of his neck, and the rest lies around his ears and forehead. his big blue eyes sparkling as each car passes by. he's an angel on earth.

he snaps you out of your trance by clearing his throat and reaching to the screen, skipping a song. jamie's hand hasn't moved an inch from where you set it on your thigh, so you pick it up and move it closer to your heat. he shoots you an inquisitive glare.

"sweetheart...what's going on?" he asks softy.

you lean over across the console once more to whisper in his ear, "i need you jamie. i need you."

"are you sure y/n, i don't want to do anything unless you're ready. i'm willing to wait for you, and i don't want you to think i'm pressuring you."

returning to your original position you respond, "jamie, you've done everything but pressure me. i'm one hundred percent certain i want you", you pause, "tonight."

your emphasis on the word "tonight" sounded close to a moan, you thought it sounded weird, but jamie turned bright red.

"jamie, you can do whatever you want. i mean it."

that was all jamie needed to hear before he moved his hand away from your thigh and up your body. he grazes over your abdomen, stroking the fabric of your dress, getting closer to your chest. he cups his hand around your breasts on the outside of the dress, quickly ducking his hand inside to play with your bralette.

"so fucking gorgeous", he whines while continuing to tease you through the lace.

on the inside, you were desperately hoping he'd take your tits out of the bra to massage them, but jamie had other plans. he removes his hand, fixes your dress, and adjusts his grip to hold your jaw.

you look at your boyfriend with desperate eyes but he already knows how bad you need him. once more, you move jamie's hand back down to your inner thighs and drag it in a stroking motion, signaling you want him to rub your thigh. he does as he's instructed, placing a firm grip on your thigh caressing the smooth skin of your leg.

the night hasn't come close to an end, but your mind is already wondering about all the things jamie'll do to you tonight. there's an unfamiliar feeling that pulls you out of your thoughts. looking down you see jamie's index and middle fingers begin to hike up your dress. those same fingers used to trace soft, small circles around the lace guarding your clit.

you didn't realize how wet you were simply from jamie's delicate touch until he spoke up.

"you're so desperate my angel...so wet already."

his words make you groan, throwing your head back to hit the headrest. your eyes are squeezed shut due to the pleasure of jamie's fingers, and you hardly realize he's pulled up to the club's valet.

jamie removes his fingers and fixes your dress, "sorry angel, we still have a long night ahead. you'll just have to wait."

his lips curve into a mocking smirk, he knows what he's doing to you.

jamie presses a gentle kiss to your temple and steps out of the car, handing the keys to the valet driver before helping you out. he takes your hand and guides you into the club. his navy blue polo shirt fits him flawlessly, and his grey pants hug his toned thighs. you can't help but think about him taking it all off.

one of the perks of dating a professional athlete is that they can get a table anywhere, and everywhere. it's exactly what they did tonight. checking his phone to see if his friends are here, you follow him to a corner of the club where they all sit. you and jamie scoot into the circular booth with his teammates and their partners.

"wow y/n, you look smokin' ", says one of the wives.

you laugh, roll your eyes, and swat in her direction. her comment earned you the nickname "smokin' " around the other wags for the remainder of the night.

everyone at the table shares some drinks and conversation before you decide you're comfortable enough to dance. jamie's enthralled in a conversation with his friends, it sounds like they're making fun of cam. to try and get his attention you rest your hand high on his thigh, squeezing it firmly. you didn't think it'd be as hot as it was. his eyes shoot straight to yours after the first squeeze, and with furrowed brows he asks you, "what's up doll?"

you give him a tipsy smile before grabbing his hand, practically yanking him out of the booth, "jamie! let's go dance! come on jamie!"

he can't say no to you, so without hesitation jamie's being whirled away to the dance floor by his tipsy girlfriend.

you face jamie, draping your hands around his neck and his firmly around your waist. he guides your hips side to side on beat with the song, holding you close. you take in his signature cologne, bleu de chanel.

jamie looks absolutely enchanting, his light skin being hit with the colorful strobe lights. he dips his head down to your height and says, "turn around, angel."

you do as you're told, swiftly turning and pressing your ass into jamie's crotch. as a new upbeat song plays, you begin to rock your hips. jamie places one hand firmly on your hip, the other up towards your chest--right under your tit. he holds you tight to his body as if you'd run away if he let go.

getting the urge to tease jamie you start to grind against him, catching him off-guard. how could his sweet angel be so dirty?

he dips his head down to your height once more, this time placing a soft nibble on your ear.

"what're you doing y/n?"

turning to face him you respond with an innocent "just dancing babe."

the grinding didn't last long before jamie whipped you around to face him again, "we're leaving."

you can see the lust and thrill in his eyes as you both exchange goodbyes with everyone before he practically yanks you out the door.

waiting for the valet, you eagerly shift from one foot to the other. jamie snakes his arm around your waist and places a soft kiss on your forehead. his sweet gesture, yet demanding manner is confusing you. the car arrives and jamie hands the man a ten dollar bill, thanking him.

he's quick to get you in the car, making sure you're settled in before shutting the door. he jogs to the driver's side, swiftly turning the car on and switching gears. he desperately needed to be in bed with you.

you take jamie's phone and play some of your own music, "perfect places" by lorde happening to come on shuffle. as jamie drives through the city he sneaks glances at you, biting on his cheek.

jamie's so focused on getting you home, he hardly notices you propped up on the center console. you're quick to move your hand down to his crotch, palming him through his pants. in a few seconds, jamie's already groaning and breathing heavily. continuing to palm him, you leave soft kisses on his neck and cheek. jamie continuously shifts in his seat trying to position himself most satisfyingly.

"what's wrong baby? does it not feel good?" you teasingly ask.

"move", he bluntly responds pushing you off him.

you're taken back by his actions but realize his urgency. jamie is looking over his shoulder and turning on his right blinker, finding the nearest exit.

"jamie what're you-"

"I can't wait. need you now." he speeds off to a side road and into the closest empty parking lot. the building was deserted, every light out.

jamie parks the car, eagerly takes off his seatbelt, and sternly commands you to the backseat.

you jump between the console and make your way into the backseat, while he opens the driver's door getting into the back. it takes no time before jamie is cradling your head with one hand and guiding you down onto your back. his tenderness is strikingly contrasted by the hunger in his kiss. his kisses are sloppy, as his hands roam your body. he moves down to your thighs, scooting your dress up.

"look so fucking gorgeous my angel, such pretty legs", he growls in your ear as he smooths his hands over your lower half. he lifts up your right leg, placing kisses along it.

jamie moves to connect his mouth with your neck, sucking harshly. you wince and moan when he nips at the skin with his teeth. the bulge in his pants rubs against your body as he continues his attack on your neck. with one quick motion, jamie removes his shirt revealing his toned chest which makes you whine.

after leaving a few marks on your neck his kisses move lower, lips making contact with your chest.

jamie tilts his head upward to find your eyes, "are you ready y/n? if you're having any second thoughts tell me and we can stop, i promise."

you smile at him and stroke his hair before responding. "i'm ready jamie, promise."

jamie presses a gentle kiss to your skin before reaching up to pull on the straps of your dress. "take this off doll."

doings as you're told, you hinge slightly to remove the dress. jamie's eyes go wide at the plum bralette.

"is this...is it for me?" he asks with a small stutter.

"who else would it be for?" you shoot him a playful wink that makes him chuckle.

"can i take it off you?"

"yes, please", you sound so needy but jamie finds it arousing.

once again you sit up halfway to let jamie unclasp the bralette, which he does with ease. seems like he's been practicing.

without letting you prepare, jamie's attaching himself to your breast, flicking your nipple with his tongue. he moves his opposite hand up to massage your other boob. his sounds and movements are electrifying, making you arch your back and moan his name.

after a few minutes of jamie giving your tits his attention, you needed more. you softly nudge jamie's head down, signaling him to move towards your pussy.

as instructed, jamie moves to position himself in line with your dripping core. "you ready angel? just tell me to stop and i will."

"i'm ready jamie", you moan.

jamie hooks two fingers around the lace panties you're wearing. he pulls them off you with ease and takes those same fingers to your entrance. he glazes over your soaked folds, slowly moving to your clit. his fingers toy with your clit for a moment, making you buck your hips and whine. jamie presses an occasional kiss to your thigh just to hear you moan.

"please jamie", you mewl, "need you now, so bad."

without objection he's up on his knees unbuckling his belt. in swift motions jamie unzips his pants and lowers them along with his underwear. his length springs up towards his abdomen, already leaking with pre-cum. jamie reaches into his back pocket, grabs his wallet, and unravels a condom package. he stretches it out and glides it onto his dick. he takes his dick into his hand and begins to rub the tip inside your drenched pussy. you both groan and you lift your hips off the seat for more pressure.

after rubbing his dick inside you for a few short seconds he says, "remember angel, if you need me to stop just say stop. i'll pull out immediately."

you nod shyly and begin to brace yourself for jamie's dick. he slowly pushes himself into your entrance, allowing you time to adjust to his size. you wince and inhale sharply which cuases jamie to look at you with a worried expression.

"i'm okay jam, promise. keep going."

with that, jamie continues to guide himself into you until he's fully inside. he begins a steady pace of moving back and forth, still letting you get used to him.

"faster jamie, please", you mutter and he does as you tell him.

he thrusts into you with stealth, causing you to become a moaning mess. the car fills with your moans and curses, jamie's soft grunts, and your playlist continuing quietly.

"so good beautiful, doing so good for me", jamie leans down and mumbles in your ear.

his hands rest on either side of your thighs, gripping tightly for support. his fingerprints are sure to leave a mark tomorrow.

jamie's movements are rough, yet so tender. small beads of sweat begin to form on his hairline and his chest begins to heave as he tries to maintain composure.

he lessens his grip on one of your thighs, beginning to rub your clit again. you moan his name, loudly. jamie throws his head back at your noises, and the feeling of his throbbing dick wrapped around your tight walls.

"fuck jamie, so close. so fucking close", you cry out to him.

"right there angel, just a little more."

jamie's encouragement helps you hold out for a little longer. it doesn't take much time before you begin to feel the swell in your lower stomach, making you antsy, "jamie gonna cum."

he's still rubbing your clit and quickening his pace inside you, "cum for me y/n, please."

the two of you let go, and you cum around his hard length. jamie's thrusts get sloppy as you let out guttural moans and screams for him.

he moans your name and slows down before gently pulling out of you. letting you catch your breath, jamie rustles around the backseat, through his practice bags to find a shirt to help clean you up. just his luck, he'd found two. he uses one to help clean you up, and hands you the other to put on instead of the dress.

once you both have come down from your orgasms and cleaned up, he sits back into the seat and pulls you into him. he moves the hair that's stuck to your face from sweat and kisses your head.

"I love you so much jamie", you let out not realizing what you've said.

trying to remain calm jamie responds, "i love you more y/n", but on the inside his stomach is doing flips and his heart is trying to fly away.

after a few moments of silence, jamie suggests, "should we go to my place and watch a show? i don't want to fall asleep without you tonight."

you smile widely and respond, "of course, as long as you make me coffee in the morning."

jamie laughs at you and pulls you close for a kiss. his lips are plump and sweet as he presses onto yours. he helps you back into the passenger's seat, then he gets settled back into his.

in his hand are your lace panties, "can i keep these?" he asks.

you hadn't even realized he stole them after removing them from you. "jamie, oh my gosh when did you steal those?"

"answer the question", he demands.

"...yes", you mutter under your breath.

jamie makes an excited cheer before tucking them into his pocket.

you didn't imagine having sex with jamie for the first time in the backseat of his car, but it was worth it.

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blingblong55 · 2 months

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Landslide -Simon "Ghost" Riley

Based on a request: I was talking about military father-daughter balls with a coworker and as a fluff request to also cleanse your asks: How about Simon walking into his daughters room wearing his suit, going to ask his wife to do his bow tie because he's never been one for formal occasions and sees R/N is getting their daughter ready into her dress and doing her hair.

---- F!Reader, fluff, dad!Ghost, father-daughter moment ----

It's an old tradition that dads did with their daughters, something he never expected to attend and here he is, getting in his dress uniform. His ribbons, medals and the tight berret all decored him. As he was about to put his last medal on, he remembered the stupid tie. He was good at tying ropes but stupid ties that made him forget everything he learned were just…ugh where is his darling wife when he needs him?

"Bloody thing-" he gets cut off by a giggle from his daughter. Oh, that sweet sound that made him retire years ago. As his daughter giggles, he finds himself smiling and forgetting about the tie and the one woman who knows how to tie one is his sweet wife. Slowly, he finds himself walking to the bedroom, looking down as he tries to figure out how to tie this without looking and feeling dumb.

"And then daddy will dance with me?" your sweet daughter says and you nod. "He will and you best be on your best behaviour, okay?" You say as you fix zip her dress up and smile. Simon leans on the doorway and smiles. This is the life any soldier like him ever dreamed of.

He doesn't want to interrupt, this is a special moment after all and he hopes that this becomes a tradition. One that he can continue even with the little one in your soft belly.

Your daughter with a small pout asks if she will always be as pretty as she is tonight and before you can answer, Simon does it for you. "Your daddy's little princess, of course, you'll always be as pretty– no, you'll always be as beautiful and elegant as tonight, just like your mum," he smiles and winks your way.

He always has a way with words and always knows when to compliment you and your princess.

"Now sit still, I have to finish this braid," you softly say and smile. Your little girl is as eager as ever to go out with her dad tonight. And as you do her hair, Simons sits on the edge of the bed, watching you both.

He went from guns, infiltrations and bombs to having pink stickers, toys, dolls and bows all over his home and he will never complain about it. It's beautiful really. He knows that the change is so different but it's so good, he likes the car rides to and from school where he has to play two certain songs over and over. And Soap may laugh at him anytime he gets in the car after a night out and the radio station is on a kid's station but he is a dad and fuck does he love being a dad.

Once you place the last bow and apply the glitter to her hair, Simon is next. Here he was, standing like a little kid to have his mother help him with something. "I just don't get it, love," he says as he lets you tie the tie. You smile, tightening and adjusting his shirt, "Just takes time, Si," you kiss his cheek and chuckle a little as you have to clean his cheek from the lipstick stain. He smiles like a lovesick fool.

A cheeky smile appears on him as your daughter takes his hand, "We'll be late daddy." she reminds him and he smiles. He taught her well, that time management was always important and if he had to arrive at an event at a certain time, he was always there 10 minutes earlier and now so will his daughter.

"Alright, c'mon," he picks her up and kisses your cheek. "We'll be home at 10:30, alright love?" he brushes your cheek and kisses your forehead. "You and the little lad stay warm," he says as he closes the front door.

The whole night was amazing for them both. She received flowers when she got to the car because gentlemen should always give flowers on special nights and she always danced with him all night.

It is a night for the years to come, a new tradition that will heal the old wounds of an old soldier.

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itsmealaiah · 5 months

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From a whisper to a scream

Summary: Bill gets clingy, toying with your jean shorts and hands, being clingy, and it gets more intense when you get home.

2008 Bill x Fem Reader

Tags/ warnings: eating out, unprotected intercourse, dom! Bill, and degrading.

German is italicized!

Your POV:

"Please welcome Tokio Hotel!" The interviewer shouted, looking at the crowd as we all stepped out. The crowd was cheering and screaming in pure joy.

We sat down on the couch, Bill taking a seat next to me. I smiled. "Can you all introduce yourselves to the fans once again, just for good measure?" The interviewer beamed, and the crowd cheered more.

"Bill Kaulitz, lead singer" "Tom Kaulitz, guitarist" "Gustav Schäfer, drummer" " Georg Listing, bassist" " And Y/n y/l/n, backup vocalist" We all smiled, as the crowd shrieked. I saw Bill glancing at me briefly before he looked away.

I furrowed my eyebrows, shrugging it off. "So, how did you guys all meet?" The interviewer asked, looking at a card. We thought for a moment. "I think it was in school, right?" I looked at the band, who was nodding. "Yeah, in school." I smiled.

"Next question" He spoke, pulling out another card. "Will you continue doing songs in German, English, or both?" Bill perked up at this. "I write the songs, we rehearse them in German, and then do another copy of an English version." The crowd cheered.

As the interview went on, Bill clung to me more and more. At first, it was just brushing his hand over my leg, which made my face turn a light shade of pink, to holding my hand in his, thumb gently caressing the back.

I didn't know what was wrong with him, he hadn't been this needy for my attention ever. We were best friends, but nothing more.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Tom nudging my side. "Hey you, we have to leave" I got up and followed him back to the taxi.

"Hey guys" I beamed at the band. I squeezed into the back with them, all of us mushed together. "I think we did great at the interview." I rubbed Bill's arm. "What was that for?" He questioned, making the rest look at me. I was flustered. "Oh n-no reason" I stuttered out.

We got back to the hotel, and I rushed to the elevators, grabbing one, hoping it would close before anyone could get in. It was almost shut when a hand covered in rings grabbed the sliding door. I sighed quietly.

"What are you doing in here all alone?" The person asked, I knew it was Bill. "Oh nothing, just needed a breather." I rolled on my heels back and forth. He drew closer to me, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Y'know, I really like you" He whispered huskily in his thick accent. I blushed. "You do?" He nodded. "Why don't you come to my room tonight pretty girl, I could show you a real good time."

He winked before stepping away and pressing the button for his floor, leaving me shocked. My mouth was hung open. "Do I have that much of an effect on you, doll?" I was about to speak but the door opened, and he walked away.

"Jesus" I gasped. I had been holding my breath. I got out before the door could close, shouting. "Hey wait!" I ran down the hall, trying to catch up with Bill. "Yes?" He turned to face me, I was slightly out of breath.

"Where's your room?" He smirked. "Right this way, only like a few more doors." I followed him like a lost animal, trailing a couple of feet behind him.

He led me to his room and opened the door quickly. "I have to use the bathroom, make yourself at home" I made my way to the bed, lying fully on it.

I heard a click and saw Bill, he was inching closer to me with each second. "Mind taking those pretty clothes off baby?" He groaned seductively. I began to slide my shirt off, leaving me in my bra. Bill's eyes devoured me as he gazed upon my soft skin.

"Let me do it, you're too slow" He growled, throwing himself at me. I gasped, as he rid me of the fabric once covering me.

His head dipped between my legs, as he looked at me for approval. I nodded. His tongue gently lapped at my folds, and I moaned in frustration.

"God" He whispers against my skin. "Taste so good love" He makes his way up my torso, kissing a line and grabbing my lips angrily. He undid his jeans, separating us for a brief moment. I moaned and reached for him. "Not now" He hissed, slapping my hands away.

He slid his jeans down his legs and shucked his boxers. "Watch me, I want to see your face," He said, pushing himself into me. I moaned loudly, beginning to squirm. "Stop it bitch, or you aren't allowed to come"

He pinned me down, thrusting in and out at an inhuman rate. Our skin was slapping, and the headboard was crashing against the wall. "That's good oh my God, please keep doing that"

I moaned out, he was grinning from ear to ear. "You're quite easy to please" He marked my neck, thrusting lowly. "Why are you being so gentle with me? It's not fun" I whined, tugging at the ends of his hair. He looked down at me, lust in his eyes, before bucking his hips into mine.

His frantic pace had me sweating. "Bill, gonna c-come" I whimpered out, lips parted as I moaned again. "Me too," He said, groaning. I released on him, thighs shaking, as I screamed. He also released in me and pulled out.

I heard a knock at the door, assuming it was nothing. "You okay?" He asked. I flashed him a weak smile. The knocking got louder.

"Bill, what the fuck are you doing in there? Answer the door!" It was Tom. "Shit" I muttered, running to the bathroom as Bill rushed to the door. I heard the door click and Tom walking inside.

"It smells like ass in here" Tom snapped. "Sorry I was in the bathroom" Bill tried to cover himself. "Well I'll help you spray it with air freshener or something" Tom opened the door, and I jumped.

"Hi," I said awkwardly. Tom began to laugh hysterically. Bill and I froze in our places. "Get dressed you two" He heaved, another chuckle spilling out. "We have to leave soon"

A/n: y'all all I'm so sorry, I was so busy these past few days and barely had any time to write, it seems I can only write a story in 2 days now. I'm terribly sorry if it's bad. better ones to come xx alaiah ❤️ 🥹

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