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emomanswhore · 2 years

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I feel like... if you call ghost daddy in bed he'll go crazy

ghost with a daddy kink ? oh yeah… he definitely eats it up, when his prettiest princess calls him daddy in bed. <33

—❤︎︎ — DADDY’S HOME . . . ❞

SIMON GHOST RILEY X FEM!READER

✵. !! WC : 3.7k

✵. !! TAGS & CW : explicit content! (18+ mdni) - service/softdom!ghost (he’s a lil bit mean), cunnilingus, daddy kink, size kink/difference, praise/petname usage, subtle spit kink, squirting, thigh slapping, overstimulation, dumbification, pussydrunk!ghost (hes in LOVE with your pussy), orgasm denial, fingering, the mask stays ON.

✵. !! A/N : hihi babies ! just a lil treat for y’all and thank you for 700+ follows and all the love you’ve given for simon says ♡!! hope you enjoy this mini fic, lmk how we feeling about it !! <33 ps… i folded. im sat. i actually wanna call this man daddy so bad. 🧎‍♀️

In your mind, there was one word— one forsaken word that you refused to utter. A word that only the most sexually deprived would use.

A person with their morals in check, should never attempt to sexualize something that is meant as an innocent title and name. Usually reserved for an actual father, or someone fulfilling the role of a male caregiver.

Right.

A person with their morals in check.

Right. You totally weren’t projecting… and deeply shaming your own innermost yearning, to desperately call your boyfriend ‘daddy’ while he fucked you.

It definitely wasn’t a thing you could say you were proud to admit outloud. Nope, you would quite frankly rather be caught dead than have your questionable cravings exposed to the world.

But every single day, you swore to god that your boyfriend tried to purposely provoke you into using the absolutely forbidden word.

Simon always took care of you. Whether that’d be making sure you got to work safely, cooking you meals on days that you were too tired to be bothered, or even texting you throughout the day to make sure you were resting properly.

You know. You know that’s probably the absolute bare minimum, and what a boyfriend is supposed to do for you in a serious relationship. But you just couldn’t help that ache and flutter you got in your heart, that made you so weak for him.

He worked so hard every single day, busy and moving nonstop on less than four hours of full rest. Even when he had his most stressful and agonizingly long days at work, he still tried to reach out to you. It could be a single worded text message or a phone call that only lasted for five minutes.

No matter what or without question, Simon will do his absolute best to tend to you. It was truly unconditional love, devotion, and his unspoken rule to give you whatever you most desired.

And you feel sick— sick in the head for letting your insatiable lust take over your sense of morality. Putting his mostly wholesome catering ways, in the same category as what you needed to relieve that scorching, sore pounding in your core.

That was alright though, you could live off your little fantasies and scenarios you created in your mind. Always making yourself dizzy and soft headed, imagining a world where he would make love to you and refer to himself as ‘daddy’.

It would suit him so well. Your hulk of a man, who had to put a slight bend in his knees whenever he came through the doors of your home. His mellow, husky voice always gently rasping to you— almost never, ever raising it higher than an octave at you. The way he could spoil you absolutely rotten, only ever calling you by his own little terms of endearment.

Always putting you first when he fucked you. Even in times when it got rough or you two were experimenting with things on the more intense side, you always came first. Literally and physically, since Simon couldn't properly get off himself, without knowing you were completely satisfied.

Your aftercare would consist of cuddling, he’d coo the sweetest of praises as he handled your sore limbs.

“My sweet girl, look at how pretty she is. Did such a good job today, angel. I know baby, I'll take good care of you now. Such a pretty girl, aren't you?”

It’s perfectly fine.

You could keep all those things about him to yourself. Just let your brain work its magic, to create fantasies and fill the deep void of your scorching carnality. You always subconsciously needed that one little thing to make yourself come even harder. But you were a good, grateful girl for him and always let Simon know how well he treated your body.

It’s perfectly fine. You don’t need a daddy kink in your life, to make yourself feel better. You were so much better than that, and you’d never let Simon get the idea that you were some ill, perverted deviant.

It was all fine.

Until today, when he finally pulls the most forbidden word out your mouth— and satiates the bubbling, hot desire that has a heavy chokehold on your heart and soul.

You don’t know how things escalated so fast.

One minute, you get his text that he’s on his way home and he’ll see you soon.

Out of pure joy and excitement to finally see him again after three weeks, you start to get yourself ready for the evening by taking an extra long shower. Making sure you’ve lathered and exfoliated every inch of your body in vanilla scented body polish, with a hint of brown sugar and cocoa butter. It was always Simon’s favorite scent on you, and he’d seemed more clingy than usual whenever your sweet aroma hit his nose.

The next hour, you throw on a simple, yet cheeky little lingerie set.

A delicate floral embroidered baby blue bra, with its matching mini stringed thong panty. You couldn’t help but fall in love with it at first sight. The design is a lovely work of art, the milky color enhancing the glow of your soft skin— yet it’s so scandalous on your body.

You did purposely get a smaller size, but on top of that it was made of see through mesh material. Not a single doubt in your mind that if he looked close enough, Simon could make out the shape of your nipples through the bra. And between your legs? The outline of your folds were perfectly clear and transparent against the light color of your panties.

After spending another minute admiring yourself in the bathroom mirror and taking a few selfies of your enticing form, you slip on a fluffy cream colored robe and head to the kitchen. You wanted to get something in your stomach before Simon came home, so you decided to lightly snack on a slice of pomegranate fruit.

You don’t even make it to the fridge before you hear the sharp clicking of keys turning a door knob, and feel the cold gust of wind that comes with the front door being swung open.

A gasp and squeal flies out your mouth as you bounce up and down on your toes, the actual sight of your boyfriend trudging in through the doorway makes your heart swell and pound in your chest.

“Baby!” You practically skip on your feet towards him, unable to hide your excitement of his abrupt appearance, as he starts taking quick strides to meet you halfway.

You think with how fast Simon approaches towards you, and him not even bothering to take off his shoes at the front door, he must’ve been just as excited to see you.

When you two finally meet each other in the middle of the hallway, you give him a big, dazzling smile as you go to lean in to hug him.

Before you can get your arms around him, he places a large hand on the small of your back and pulls you in close to his chest. You gape up at him, your smile slowly melting down to a look of pure confusion. Knees already feeling wobbly at his close proximity, and the way he has to tilt his head down to look you in the eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat, when he slowly drags his open palm up along the cotton material of your robe. Even through its thickness, you can feel the heat radiating off his hand that follows along the curve of your back. Sending tingles down your spine, when his hand eventually makes its way up to the soft nape of your neck.

You both stare at each other. Your eyes become hazy and unfocused, while his dark ones scan over your perfect little form. You hear him pull in a deep breath of air through his nose. Holding it in his chest for five seconds before letting it back out, while he drags his eyes up back onto yours.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day long, y’know that?” He mutters these words, yet somehow they’re loud enough to ring and echo in your eardrums. You pull your lips in your mouth, feeling your core thump in tune with the pitter patter of your heartbeat.

You practically whimper out loud, as he continues onto his sentence,

“ ‘S about time I came home. Think it’s only right to show my princess how much I really missed her, wouldn’t you agree, pretty baby ?”

That was the only warning you were given… for what your boyfriend truly had planned for you, once he finally got his hands on you. Everything after that moment, truly did escalate as if time were being fasted forward.

You knew he missed you. Without him vocally telling you how much he thought of you, his actions spoke much louder than his words.

He was so sloppy.

From the way he practically rips your robe off your trembling body, to pushing you down onto your shared mattress and diving face first into the warm heat of your clothed pussy.

He was truly like a dog in heat. Not even bothering to take his mask off completely from his head, and only lifts it enough to show you his parting lips as he comes face to face with the growing patch of wetness sticking in your panties.

“Look at my pretty lil’ lady,” he coos softly, hooking his thumb into the side of your soiled panties and pulling them to the side to expose your glistening cunt to his heavy eyes. “Missed me, haven’t you? Can’t imagine how tight ‘n upset you are, since I haven’t been givin’ you proper treatment lately.”

It always blew your mind when Simon literally talked to your pussy.

Speaking in soft murmurs and giving it the same delicate pet names that he gave you, the owner of it. As dumb as it probably sounded, you sometimes couldn’t help but feel that ugly swirl of jealousy when he practically treated it like it was an entire living and breathing person.

You don’t have time to mull over your childish feelings, letting out a squeak when he grabs both of your thighs and presses them back until your knees squish against your chest.

“Know you’re mad at me, little one” Another squeak sounds out your throat, as you feel him turn his head to the side of your thigh and he lets his teeth sink into the doughy flesh of your skin. He hums, sucking on the flesh before letting it go and pressing a soft kiss to the flaming bruise he leaves behind. “Gonna show you how much I’ve missed splittin’ you open on my tongue.”

He follows through with his words, putting his full attention back onto your pussy. Using his index and middle fingers to pry open the thick lips of your cunt, groaning when he sees your hole twitching and spasming over nothing. The scent of your nectar coating your thighs and leaking out your pussy, makes him feel even more high and drunk off your arousal.

You’re so messy already. And like the gentleman that he was, Simon always took the initiative to help clean up messes that you made.

Still keeping his fingers spread enough to keep your lips parted, he lolls his thick tongue out before swiping it on your slit. You mewl and flinch at the feeling of his warm tongue, but he grips the side of your thighs to keep you still. Simon continues licking up and down your cunt. Maintaining the same pattern of stroking his strong tongue, as if he were savoring a frozen delicacy that helplessly dripped down the side of its waffle cone.

Once he feels like he’s collected enough of your cum on his tongue, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth to let the taste of you sit heavy on his taste-buds.

Your toes curl and you let out a soft gasp, as you watch him hollow his cheeks, before he lets the sinful mixture of your cum and his spit fall right back into your twitching hole. Chuckling to himself as he watches the way his greedy girl swallows up the little treat he gave her.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, princess” This time he does actually talk to you, dragging his eyes up from your drenched pussy and onto your blearing, glossy ones.

“Always so good for me. Could eat you up every single day ‘n never get tired of it. Can’t believe I went so long without this, fuck.”

Simon starts to probe his tongue along your core, tracing the shape of it until he finally pushes inside you. Already feeling the tight caverns of your pussy ease up, and welcome the thickness of his tongue rubbing up against your gushing walls.

“S-Sim— oohhh,” You throw your head back, unable to finish your squealing when he pulls his tongue completely out of you, and decides to inflict his torture upon your little clit. First he flicks the tip of his tongue over it, then he lets his mouth completely envelop around your pearl. Pumping it a few times between his lips, before pulling off to run his tongue over the expanse of your pussy.

You weren’t going to last.

You were far too sensitive after not having him around to please you for three entire weeks. All you could do was sob and let it happen, letting out a cry before you feel a fat watery gush of cum shoot out your hole. Simon pays it absolutely no mind, only widening his mouth to catch every little drop you gifted him.

“That’s it. Such a sweetheart, you’re already spoiling me ‘n givin’ me a lil’ treat. ,” He feels the way your body starts to relax, already going into its state of after pleasure— but he isn't done. Far from done, actually. Hasn’t even been half of an hour yet, and your legs start shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Ah, Ah,” Simon tuts, slapping his palm hard on your soaked inner thigh, making you jolt and buck your hips up. “C’mon baby, couldn’t have thought I was done with you. ‘S only been a few minutes, ‘n you’re tapping out already? Thought my baby missed me, hm?”

It hasn’t only been a few minutes. Even in your dazed and dizzy mind, you knew that he’d been feasting on your pussy for well over twenty minutes. You shake your head, bottom lip wobbling as you let out a soft sob.

“I di-did miss you, baby” You sniffle wetly, feeling him trace his thick fingers along your soaking heat. Shaking your head in protest as he slips in his middle and ring fingers, humming while you babble to him. “But I can’t ta— aaahh, t-take it anymore. ‘S too much, baby. No more.”

“Too much?” He starts to flex his fingers deep inside of you, curling them in slow motions to stimulate your special gummy spot, that has you sobbing hysterically.

“You haven’t had your fill yet, sweet girl. I can feel it. Y’see this?” Simon tries to retract his fingers from your cunt, but your walls instantly clamp down on him. “You’re not lettin’ me out. My little lady down here knows exactly what she wants. So c’mon princess, lay still ‘n let me spoil this pretty pussy rotten.”

Having absolutely zero regard for your whines and sobs, he continues his previous abuse on your poor little pussy.

Seconds, minutes, hours, decades— You can't even tell how long he stays between your thighs.

Simon uses both strong hands to keep your legs steady and trap you from squirming or running away. You can take it. You will take it. He knows how much you need this, humming at every broken little sob and wanton moan that comes screeching out your throat.

Your vision starts to blur while you stare up at the spinning ceiling. Saliva pooling in your mouth and making a puddle next to your temples, as you let it run down the side of your lips.

You’re going crazy.

So high off the overstimulation of his face buried deep in your leaking pussy, that you swear…. you swear, you can feel your brain getting mushy. So mushy that if you shook your head hard enough, it could probably come spilling out through your ears.

He’s speaking into your pussy, saying words and mumbling something out loud. But you can’t hear it. All you can hear is your heartbeat pulsing in your throat, and feel the way he shakes his face side to side, while his tongue is plugged in your cunt.

Feel the way his hands grip your thighs so tight, that the blunt tip of his nails dig deep into your skin. You can already imagine the bruising and crescent little puncture marks it’ll leave on your legs.

It’s all so sloppy. Your pleas and cries for mercy, getting lost in the little squeals of ‘yes!’ and ‘simon!’ you can’t help but let out. And he eats it up, kissing your heated pelvis while burying three fingers inside of you.

“There’s my good girl, y’sound so pretty” He goes back to focusing his attention on your sore clit, giving it an open mouthed kiss before he continues speaking to you.

“Wanna hear my girl tell me who’s making her feel good. Hm? Lemme hear it. Say who it is, that can make you sing your little heart out.”

You make some unintelligible garbles, and Simon chuckles at your quivering and hiccuping. He squeezes your thighs encouragingly and smacks the side of them twice.

“Big words, baby. You’re a big girl, so tell me… who’s making you feel good right now?”

“It’s…” You swallow thickly and sniffle, slowly losing your train of thought as he suctions his lips around your swollen pearl. “It’s— ohhh, ‘mmm my goddd. It’s you…”

You start to gather some of your discombobulated brain cells to form a complete sentence. Simon’s name sits on your tongue, and you’re ready to tell him, it’s him. Simon. It’s Simon.

Until he pulls his head back with your clit between his lips— taking it with him, and letting it go with a loud pop!

It’s not Simon.

“Oooohhh g-god. It’s you! ‘Mmmy goodddd… daddy, it’s you… it’s all you, daddy.”

He pauses.

Whipping his head up to see if he really just heard what he believes you just cried out. Tapping the side of your thigh, he tries to get your attention so you can focus on his voice.

“What was that, honey? Didn’t hear you, come back to me and say it again.”

You whimper and hiccup, tears run down the side of your face and you continue whining at him.

“ ‘S you, daddy. Need you so badly, pleasseee baby. ‘M-m so close. I need it.”

Unbelievable.

He lets go of your trembling thighs. Letting the weight of his body help keep them pressed against your chest, as he crawls from up below your stomach and hovers over your face. Simon’s face is covered in your arousal. His lips glisten, and a good portion of the mask is damp and sticks to his skin.

“One more time, honey. Y’said it’s ‘daddy’ ? Hm? It’s your daddy, that’s taking good care of this pretty pussy?”

Simon’s fingers trail back down between your legs, softly shushing you as you keen at the feeling of his digits sliding back inside of you. He stares down at you, practically seeing the little stars spinning in your eyes. You weren’t in your best state of mind right now, but he’ll be damned if you tried denying that word escaping out with your cries.

“Can’t come ‘till you let me know,” You give him big, sad eyes but he shakes his head at you. “Wanna come, right? Tell. Me. Say it again, _____.”

At the use of your real, full name you quickly snap back into reality. It was like a switch, your bubbly headspace falling apart and bursting open once he rasped your name.

You did it. You really did call him daddy. It was your most taboo, and forbidden word—

But fuck it.

Today, your daddy was finally home. And you needed him to take care of you, just like he always did.

“Daddy,” you mewl out, feeling another hot sensation shooting through your spine. It was coming. You were so close. “Daddy I n-need you. ‘S you Simon, so please, pleaasee let me cum.”

His nostrils flare before he’s smacking his lips down on yours. Licking inside of your mouth, and inhaling the little moans you let out from tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Not yet, pretty little baby. Daddy hasn’t had all his fun yet.” Simon pulls away from your lips for a moment, laughing softly at the way you try to chase after his mouth for more. He uses one hand to swiftly fumble with the buckle of his belt, making quick work of pulling down his cargo pants and boxers. Laughing again when he pulls his drenched fingers out your greedy little hole, that puts up a fight to keep him deep inside your cunt.

“Must’a been treating my lil’ lady real good,” You can feel the heat of his hard, thick cock pressing onto your pelvis. Already licking your lips and grabbing onto his flexing bicep for support. “Gotta keep showing my special girls how much their daddy loves ‘em.”

He uses a free hand to guide his length to your throbbing pussy, unable to help himself from slapping the head a few times against you. His cock makes a squishy plop plop when he makes contact with your sticky folds, and teases you with a rub on your raw, swollen clit.

“Want you to remember this, once I’m done with you.”

Simon feels your nails dig into the hard meat of his bicep, bracing yourself when he finally lets the head of his cock greet your warm, welcoming insides. Already feeling the way your pussy grips around him, and makes no plans of ever letting go.

“Want you to remember what’ll happen every single time, that daddy comes home to his pretty, little princess.”

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lewisvinga · 5 months

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no me importa | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; when a recent video exposes y/n and lewis’ relationship, other people think they can comment on their age gap, but at the end of the day y/n and lewis will always love each other

fc; cindy kimberly

warnings; age gap , mentions of 18+ themes

notes; loosely based off of mayor que yo by wisin & yandel and mayor que usted by natti natasha, daddy yankee, wisin & yandel :p , also reader is kinda implied as latina but it’s not important

me 🤝 writing smau’s abt dating older men

masterlist !

liked by lewishamilton, lilymhe, and 1,020,047 others!

yourusername: made vegan alfredo for me n bae, definitely went into a food coma after

tagged; lewishamilton, roscoelovescoco

lewishamilton: wifey material

yourusername: yes i do the cooking yes i do the cleaning 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

lewishamilton: it was amazing, love ❤️

yourusername: i put my blood sweat n tears into that alfredo, it better have been damn well amazing😕 ( thank u love💗💗)

username: so this is a confirmation?

username: girl did u not see the video, they were shoving their tongue down each others throat ???😦😦

username: cute but age gap is still icky to me 😕

username: tbh dating someone 13 years older than me is weird asf 😭

rosecoelovescoco: thank’s you’s

yourusername: ur welcome if u stop chasing lunita around 😕

lewishamilton: he is just a baby!

yourusername: so is my gatita lunita , she’s a scaredy cat , literally !!😞

username: she’s so pretty in everything what😞

username: 😍😍😍

lilymhe: cook for me next? 😏😏

yourusername: give me the time n place😉

username: ok but her learning how to make vegan pasta for lewis?? is so??? cute ????🥹🥹

username: he’s a grown man n 13 years older, he can cook for himself

username: it’s never that serious

liked by username, username, and 93,038 others!

f1upadates: Lewis Hamilton and Y/n L/n were both spotted at the British Fashion Awards after confirming their relationship. Thoughts on the new grid couple?

tagged; lewishamilton, yourusername

username: the fact she designed her outfit n did her hair and makeup 😩🙌

username: they’re such a good looking couple even if he’s like 13 years older than her 😭

username: i need her skincare routine!😩

username: be 13 years younger than your boyfriend helps!

username: she’s so desperate that she needs to date someone older than her? how embarrassing 💀💀

username: her parents must be so disappointed…

username: why? shes a model w her own fashion line dating a 7x (8x) world champion, they’ll be fine😭

username: y’all coming at her for dating someone older like you wouldn’t date your faves who are also older!! she’s just living the y/n life

username: REAL

yourusername posted to their story!

trans. for lyrics ; and i don’t care if i’m younger than you

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lewishamilton: heard she likes señores [sirs]

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: sir lewis hamilton 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

landonorris: i can’t take you calling him sir every 5 seconds pls stop i beg

georgerussell63: ‘yes, sir’ THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE ( lando )

landonorris: wait-

yourusername: sorry not sorry, unless you’re a sir you wouldn’t get it 😁

lewishamilton: what she said😁

yourusername: mi amor, te quiero 💗 [my love, i love you]

lewishamilton: i love you🩷

username: idk if i want him or her tbh🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

username: she’s so😍😍

username: i’d call him sir any day i get her fr

username: they’re such an attractive couple😩

username: how’d lewis bag her im being so fr

username: bc they’re both fine as fuck 😍

username: mis padres [my parents]

username: mami y papi fr [mommy & daddy]

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yourusername: no me importa q usted sea mayor q yo. [i don’t care if you’re older than me]

tagged; lewishamilton

lewishamilton: wait, when did you take the second picture?

yourusername: baby i got a whole folder of those type of pictures, i take them every chance i get

username: SHARE W THE PUBLIC HELLO??

yourusername: y/n.jpg but it’s just pics of lewis’ back

lewishamilton: i love you❤️

yourusername: i love youuuu💗

username: the hand pics i’m going insane 😵‍💫🥴

username: ou that back pic, i’m going ferallll

lilymhe: omg bae stop posting pics of me 🙈🙈🙈

yourusername: ur too cute my bad😪

lewishamilton: stop stealing my gf

alex_albon: gf stealer !

username: the 3rd pic🥹🥹

username: yall need a third??

username: i can take them both ( not in a fight )

georgerussell63: if only he could look at me like he looked at u in the last picture 🕊️🕊️🕊️

lewishamilton: i will if you look like y/n

yourusername: my bad i’m too cute 😁

carmenmmundt: merc double dates now??

yourusername: uh duh, merc wags stick together 🫶

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leqonsluv3r · 25 days

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Can I pls request one where Leon is obsessed with his wife’s small baby bump? Like especially when she wears dresses he just can’t stop staring 🧎‍♀️🌸

baby blues

—re4!leon kennedy!husband x pregnant wife!reader

— a oneshot (request)

warnings: MDNI, 18+, a lot of fluff, leon being the best baby daddy out there, reader kind of hates being pregnant at times, reader deals with some body issues and how their body is changing, leon is so sweet and supportive, gives cocky hot dad vibes, mentions of pregnancy pain, oral (f receiving), breast play, lots of kissing and praise, mentions of past sex, mentions of doctors offices, cursing, leon and reader being the cutest little husband and wife out there.

“you had tried. tried stretching, tried taking a pill and had tried sleeping. but everything hurt. everything. your feet, your head, your back and especially your breasts. it felt like something was tugging and poking at all the soft parts of your body. it was torture, almost. if there wasn’t a handsome man next to you, rubbing your back as you laid on your side. leon dulled the ache a little, he looked at you still like the day he met you four years ago, even when you were pregnant, fat and you felt like death had taken over certain parts of your body. leon still looked at you like you were the most precious thing. and it made you wanna cry, scream and kiss him all at the same time.”

— or reader gets pregnant and tries to come to terms with it and leon has no problem helping her out

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an: thank you for the request anon <33 hope you enjoy it. this was such a cute little thing to write. might make a headcanon list soon just for this specific request :,)

you and leon had talked about kids, about babies.

about the joy it would bring both of you to have something made by the two of you. to make you both enjoy the ties of your marriage and love.

you, however didn’t expect to get pregnant so soon after your marriage. but leon…leon was hard to resist and your body craved him and it was your choice. a choice that you made over and over and over again.

until two lines changed his life and yours entirely, it was hard ignore how the both of you panicked. the excitement, nerves and the rushing of your heart beating accelerated as you stared at the test…four month ago.

you both had been so careful, so very careful, but in one night of heated touches and sloppy kisses, you decided to fuck the condom and just deal. thinking the birth control you took would be enough, but it…it was not. definitely not.

you dealt with being pregnant like a champ, or tried to. you were sore now, you were fatter and you felt like a truck had hit you when you simply moved to grab something.

you loved the idea of carrying a child in retrospect, when leon had pounded you into the mattress many times before, thinking and muttering all the obscene words and images about breeding you. you literally keened at the idea, but now, now that you were here and doing it, you wanted to rip this kid out of you.

you hurt every moment of everyday, you were tired and hungry and whenever you saw that stupid ASPCA commercial on the tv with the dogs, you started bawling like a child. it was obnoxious and to think it would only get more strenuous as the moments that passed was literal torture.

and the doctors appointments, the vitamins you had to take and the way your body changed. it was a lot to handle, you had leon. you had him to help but sometimes it didn’t feel like it was enough. you couldn’t dress like you usually did anymore and could only wear the sundresses and other dresses you had hanging in your closet.

it felt like you were playing dress up, but it was the only thing you were comfortable in these days. the only thing that fit over the bump. the only thing that made you feel pretty and not like an inflated blimp.

and the one thing besides the pain, the bloating and the never ending amount of morning sickness you’ve had to deal with…the one thing you held onto was by the end of it you would get to be a mom. leon would get to be a dad, that was the only thing that kept you tethered to reality these days.

but leon enjoyed the sight of you in your dresses, that was one thing that also kept you tethered. the way he still ate you alive with his eyes, scouring you still as if you haven’t changed at all. you would always find his blue eyes piercing into your pregnant frame whenever you’d slip on a dress for the day or when you were bare and just got out of the shower.

it made you more aroused then usual, the only thing worse was the leon never acted on it. he never once stopped you and brought you to your guys bedroom. he never offered to eat you out anymore. you didn’t know why he was staring but wouldn’t act. was he worried that he’d hurt you? or the baby? you didn’t know, you had no clue.

but it was festering, each look he gave you in your pretty little dresses with your bump of pregnancy was making your skin hotter everyday. you didn’t know how much longer of this pregnancy you could take if he didn’t act on his desires. most importantly, your own.

two weeks, later and your sick of everything.

your sick of walking, your back pain, the peeing every five minutes. just everything makes you annoyed or feel like your going to crawl out of your own skin. you don’t get comfort in bed, you toss and turn. you’re then frustrated because you can’t sleep on your stomach, you wanna rip this baby out of you and it’s only the four month mark.

leon is a saint though. he’s bringing you food, rubbing your feet, holding your hair back when you throw up from the morning sickness. you feel bad for being such a bitch, for being so mean and hormonal. you try not to snap or throw a hissy fit.

but it’s hard.

you’re also sick of the doctor asking you twenty million questions when you go to your next appointment. already fed up from lack of sleep and your bowel movements. the baby is healthy, so everyone is happy. just not you.

another thing, leon keeps eyeing you and basically fucking you with his eyes. another thing that’s just adding up into your short limit of patience. you wanna scream at him to just fuck you, do something. you need a release. and if you could do it on your own, you would. but you can’t even see over your stomach or much less reach it.

so your just stuck feeling pent up and frustrated with everything. until one day, one day you just snap. you just lose your shit. you don’t remember what really caused it to happen, maybe it was the fact that you saw leon wearing only a towel after his shower, practically making you drool.

but you lost it. you just lost it, for absolutely no reason at all.

“can you stop looking at me like that?” you say softly as you look over at him, your being patient, so patient at this point and it makes you wanna scream or cry. he’s digging for something in your shared dresser drawer at this point, minding his own business.

leon looks behind him, over his shoulder to where you sit on the bed. he raises a small brow, “i’m not even looking at you, baby. i’m getting clothes.” he says with a small hint of amusement in his voice.

“you know what i mean, leon.” you say in a annoyed tone as you shift on the bed, the many pillows for your back pain and a heating pad pressed up against it. you opted for a t-shirt of his and underwear, the only two things besides dresses that you could really stand these days.

he grabs his boxers and takes off his towel, you try to ignore the arousal that’s literally pooling uncomfortably in your underwear as you see it. your trying to stay annoyed, stay focused, but his dick is just right there. so far out of your reach but so close and you just want to pounce on him.

“i can’t stare at my beautiful wife now?” he says with a small notch in his brow, pulling his boxers up over his dick, making you disappointed and snap back into what was currently happening. you huff and rub your bump, shifting against the heating pad and pillows.

“no, you can.” you say with a small glare in his direction, “but if your not gonna do something about it, i’d rather you tell me then just…” you trail off when he crawls on the bed next to you, sitting beside you. “angel, you have something you wanna share with me?” he says in that low and intimate tone that gets your insides all bubbly.

you gnaw on your bottom lip in contemplation, “no. i don’t.” he chuckles lowly and moves even closer to you on the bed, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing. “i hardly believe that, baby. no offense.” he says softly as he presses a kiss to your ear.

you were going to jump him if he didn’t stop this, he was teasing you. he had to be, it was ridiculous that he couldn’t even see how miserable this was making you. “can you just…?” you start and fail pathetically as you try to squirm into his touch more on your thigh.

“can i just what?” he says in a soft timbre into your ear, almost daring and pushing you to say it. to ask. you were beyond irritated and wound up now. everything hurt and your body felt hot. “can you please touch me?” you say softly, you sound whiney and desperate and it’s nothing like you. but a part of you really didn’t care anymore.

you hormonal, achy and moody beyond relief. you just wanted him to touch you, to fuck you even. it was getting annoying how much your body had craved him since you became pregnant.

he didn’t move his hand from your thigh, his breath still ghosting over your ear and the side of your face. “i am touching you, love.” he says with an arrogant smirk against your skin.

arrogant bastard. you thought to yourself, you were brazen in the moment. “it hurts, leon. just…please?” you practically whined in that moment, you didn’t like the teasing. not when your patience was already short enough as it was.

he pressed a tender kiss to the side of your head, “what hurts, baby?” he says softly as he rubs his hand up her thigh and over her bump, soothing tender circles over your body and the baby beneath.

you don’t even care anymore, the soothing feeling of his hand over your t-shirt was enough. your cheeks were red though and you guided his hand up to your swollen breasts beneath your (his) t-shirt that you wore.

“oh, honey.” he sighs softly in a contented whisper against your head, pressing a small kiss to your hairline. he doesn’t move his hand on one of your swollen breasts, just rests his hand there as if he’s just supporting it with his large hand over the fabric.

“leon…please, it hurts.” you hear yourself breathe out in a whimper, one of pain or of desire, you didn’t know. you didn’t care to know right now. “hold on, hold on.” he mumbled softly as he shifted next to you, getting closer to your side, he adjusted himself on the pillows next to you.

“can’t deny my pretty little wife. can i?” he says into your ear with a small nip as his hand squeezed and kneaded one of your swollen breasts. you couldn’t help the sound that came out of you, a mix of relief and desire that you didn’t know you could make.

he moves his lips to press against your neck, nipping and licking as he kneads your breasts, trying to make the pain subside as you moan. “feels s’good…” you mumble in between small noises.

“i know, i know. sorry, for teasing you all this time.” he mumbles into your neck, “gotta stop teasing you…” he mumbles again in between kisses as he presses one more kiss under your ear.

his hands working up your swollen and aching breasts, you could feel your panties practically dripping with release. you grab at his bicep, curling around the muscle there for balance. “please…” you whimper softly.

he moves his lips up to your ear, “what do you want? use your words, baby.” he nips at your earlobe and keeps kneading your breasts, alleviating some of the ache there.

you grip down on his bicep harder, your hormones from the pregnancy were going crazy at his touch. “anything…something, please.” you whine softly near his ear as you almost draw blood. you just needed a release and you weren’t going to get far with him kneading your breasts.

“how about i eat out that pretty pussy? hmm?” he practically purrs into your ear as one of his hands leads down from your breasts to beneath the covers. your soaked underwear beneath your rotund belly, he finds it. an amusing sound leaving his mouth at your ear, tracing the pads of his fingers over your wet slit of your underwear.

his words and his touches having a disastrous affect on your pregnant body, you felt like a match that he was striking with flame and then putting out. it was so much in the best way possible.

you just nod rapidly, emitting a small whine as you clutch his bare bicep harder. “okay, pretty girl.” he presses another kiss to your ear, smirking to himself. he traces your wet slit again, marveling at how soaked you were for him.

“practically drenching your underwear, this all for me?” he muses as he pulls back on the bed next to you, pushing the covers back from your body. your hand falling down to the sheets beneath you, “yes…” you manage to get out as he clicks his tongue. a growl almost rose from his mouth as he gets farther back on the bed, moving in between your knees.

he sees the wet patch that’s soaking your underwear, he knew you were hormonal from the pregnancy. but god, how much arousal could form just from you looking at him? it needed to be studied, but he couldn’t help but feel his ego and confidence inflate.

your bodies reaction to him would always be something he’d never get tired of. especially now when you were drenching your pretty panties.

“fuck, baby. missed this sweet pussy.” he rasps as he looks up at you with hooded blue eyes, his pupils dilated. you knew that look well enough to know that he was going to give you what you both wanted.

release.

you mewl, “please, leon. don’t wanna beg…” you try to reach down to yank his hands or his head closer but your pregnant belly stops you. he puts a hand on the inside of your thigh, “no begging required. i’m going to eat out my pretty pregnant wife. i’m hungry anyways.” he smirks devilishly as he massage the meat of your thigh.

he doesn’t waste anytime, your head hits the mountains of pillows behind you. your chest rising and falling fast beneath his t-shirt that your wearing. his hands come up to the waist band of your underwear and slowly pull them down over your hips and bent legs.

your bare pussy is on display now and you feel the cold air hit your most private parts, ones that he’s seen before but now…now that you were pregnant and carrying his child…things were different. you looked more delicious now, looked more like he could eat you out for days. eat you and fuck you until the baby came.

god help him.

he doesn’t waste anytime, none whatsoever. he’s going to give you what you want. he rubs his fingers through your arousal, spreading it everywhere and teasing you just a bit longer.

you whine, “leon, please…just stop. i want it.” he looks up at you from where he’s laying on the mattress in between your bent legs. “i know baby, just admiring how beautiful you are…everywhere.” he smirks to himself and presses a kiss to the hood of your clit.

you moan a little, he clicks his tongue. “so sensitive.” he muses, “good to know some things never change after pregnancy.” he whispers as he presses another kiss to your clit.

“fuck…leon…” you whine softly, clenching the sheets beneath you. your hormone fueled body making you out to be this whiny monster.

he just chuckles against the skin of your dripping pussy, “just sit back and relax, sweet girl. i’ve got you.” he says as he runs his hands up to the sides of your hips, holding you steady as he dips his head down.

he starts licking a long stripe up from your drenched opening to your clit, your head tilting back as you moan loudly. you never failed to amaze him, get him hard and all worked up. you both had that affect on each other, good to know it was still intact.

how had leon not done this yet? not touched you this way yet when you’d been pregnant? you were like putty in his hands right now.

he felt like an idiot.

a large one.

he stuck his tongue into your soaked opening and licked, fucking you with his tongue as you clenched the sheets harder beneath you. “fuck, want…uhh, so fucking good!” you moan loudly, practically screaming.

he just keeps fucking you with his tongue, almost rutting his boxer clad erection into the mattress. he reached one hand down to rub his thumb over your clit, still fucking you with his tongue.

your back arches a little, as much as it can without you hurting yourself. a white knuckled grip on the mattress is all you have as he ravishes you, keeps his tongue and fingers working you into oblivion as you writhe and moan underneath him.

“leon! uhh…fuck…” you babble nonsense as you feel the coil start to build in your lower abdomen, you had never come this fast before. but the fact that you were pent up, more hormonal then usual and he was working you open with his skilled mouth and fingers…

you were fucked, figuratively and literally.

he took his tongue out of your opening moving the finger that was on your clit, down to your soaked opening. his fingers working you open now, sliding one in which causes you to release a long moan, his name rolling off of your tongue.

his mouth attaching itself to your clit and licking, sucking and swirling his tongue. he was smirking as he did it. knowing that he was gonna feel you come all over his fingers and face.

he could do this forever, keep you pregnant forever just so he could hear those pretty little sounds you made when you’d fall apart beneath him.

he kept moving his pointer finger in and out, swirling his tongue over your swollen clit as you moaned obscenely, thanking god and him and his mouth.

“just…yes! fuck! gonna cum!” you babble again, losing all rational thoughts as he continued to lick and rub and finger you. you felt helpless under his touch, but in the best way. the way that made you and the unborn baby inside of you feel safe and cherished, loved even.

he just kept it up, only breaking his licking at your clit to talk you through it, “good girl, pretty little wife gonna cum all over my fingers? huh?” he says with a raspy voice, his lips stained in a gloss of your arousal.

you moan softly in response and nod, your eyes fluttering open and shut, your pussy clenching around his fingers. pulling them out just to push another long inside of you and curl your fingers upwards until he found your magic spot.

you whine at that, smacking a hand down on the sheets underneath you. “there it is…” he muses in a low tone, “good girl, maybe if your really nice i’ll pump another baby into you tomorrow.” he says with a smirk.

you moan, “fuck…yes!” you yell out, the idea of him fucking you and promising to get you even more pregnant…it was making that band inside of you get closer to snapping.

“you’d like that wouldn’t you? filling you up with my big cock and pumping you full of my cum?” he teases as he keeps fucking you with his two fingers, the noise of your arousal would normally be a turn off but you were so close to release that you didn’t care anymore.

you moaned and nodded dumbly in response, his free hand sliding from your hip to rub over the swell of your belly. “pump another baby into you, fuck, you’d love that.” he says lowly.

“i-i would…fuck, want more babies…” you whine softly as you writhe more, some tears leaking out of your eyes. he almost growls at that, pumping his fingers harder inside of you and rubbing that sweet spot that makes you see stars.

he knew you were close, knew you were going to reach that point that made you all blissed out and needy. “cmon baby, come all over my fingers. know you can.” he encouraged with a kiss to your clit, his free hand still rubbing over your belly.

all it took was him talking more, working you up with his sweet words and his fingers hitting the mark over and over again inside of you. you moaned loudly, clenching around his fingers. your release coating all over his digits.

he didn’t say anything, just worked you through it until overstimulation set in, removing his fingers from you. he brought them both up and licked the release from his fingers.

you watched him with undivided attention, your eyes lazily opening and closing in the haze of your orgasm. he smiled softly and crawled from in between your legs to rest over you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“don’t you ever think for one second that i don’t want to fuck you, taste you or do that. i love you and i love making you fall apart. you being pregnant…has nothing to do with me holding off.” he says in a reassurance, pressing another small kiss to your lips.

being mindful as he leaned over you not to disturb the bump of your belly. your eyes locked on his as he looked down at you, “i’ve just been stressed and on edge with prepping for the baby. it’s had absolutely nothing to do with you being pregnant.” he says softly, reaching a hand up and running it through the hair at the base of your skull.

“your so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. i know you don’t see it these days. but you are even hotter now that your carrying my baby, our baby.” he explains with a gentle smile, making some water prick into your eyes.

“so don’t think for one second that i find you unattractive or that i’m teasing you on purpose.” he says with another small peck to your lips, “you understand me?”

you nod slowly as you look up at him, blinking the small amount of water away from your eyes. you should’ve never doubted him, should’ve never thought that about yourself.

and he hated that, hated that he made you doubt yourself and your body for one second. you were so beautiful, you were his and he loved you. he had loved you long before you both spoke your vows in front of god and each other.

he loved you so much, as much as you loved him. so he rolled off from hovering on top to you, cuddling his body next to yours, letting himself wrap his strong arms around your pregnant body.

he wanted to hold you close to his heart, he always did inside. he always kept you there because that’s where you deserved to be. you were his wife and the mother of his (soon to be) child.

he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, pulling the covers back up over you and him, cuddling you close. his hand rubbing over your belly with the fabric of his own t-shirt covering it. “your so very beautiful, baby. i love you so much. even when you don’t see it.” he says against the side of your head, pressing another kiss there.

you melted into his arms, your eyes fluttering close in exhaustion and in content. you didn’t feel so insecure and anxious anymore. you knew that he had been off, but he was just as stressed as you. he had to be, you were going to be a mom and he was going to be a dad.

it was a lot of pressure.

but as long as you both had each other, you knew you guys could do it. the rings on your hands symbolizing the best and worst parts of you and him, the parts that you accepted and promised to love forever.

and with him, it would never be scary. not if you had a husband like leon, and he would love you just as much as the baby inside of you.

it was a part of both of you, that could never be unloved. not if either of you had anything to say about it.

an: hope you guys enjoy. i couldn’t deny a double upload this week, my bad lol. i love you guys so much and i hope you enjoyed. happy friday!! i’m gonna be opening my requests again soon. i wrote this when i was ovulating so no harsh judgement. please reblog and like, kisses. xx.

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i-cant-sing · 9 months

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*sighs* I can't believe his slenderman era ended and he became- HIM😭😭🔥😍🎉🥳😭💀😭

But also the AUDACITY he has to swap his closet with the strongest, HOTTEST enemy he ever had-

LIKE THIS 100000% TOJI'S ENTIRE FIT! A DEAD MAN'S FIT!

Omg like can u imagine Fushiguro reader (and probably the entire Zenin clan) have a fucking aneurysm when Gojo finally comes out of the jail box, all dressed up like dear old daddy?????😭😭

Such a menace (I love him🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

#everyone send gojo asks #yandere gojo could be platonic or romantic #yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo saturo #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #jjk fanfic

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jjongslutz · 6 months

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Lately I've been thinking that Jay is suitable to be a young father, so he's obsessed with making me a mommy!!!!!!!!! (Fuck, it's so fckng hawwwttt)

Like for example when he and I were spending time in the park and he saw a young couple holding a cute baby girl, then he said "Let's make a little princess!"

When he becomes a father, he will be a great father (and of course a very rich father🤑). Oh, he would pamper our daughter with lots of love and money 🧎‍♀️ .

(Oh, I've really been imagining that lately, especially since I can't wait to be a mother in the future😭❤️)

awww this is so cute 😖

whenever the two of you pass by the baby aisle at the store, he always has to stop and name what he would and wouldn't buy for your future child

"our baby's gonna NEED this" "they'll never be seen in that, our baby has style"

he also talks about the baby as if they're already here 😭 "let's ask ____ what they think!" and he'll lean down to your stomach and pretend like he's listening "mhm, mhm, right i was thinking the same thing" cause he's just so excited to become a dad 🥹

nsfw under the cut ↓

of course... he's not satisfied with just pretending for very long

not only are condoms forbidden from the bedroom atp (consensually, ofc!!) the two of you are at it every night

"are you tired baby? don't worry, let daddy take care of you" (bc yes he also refers to himself as daddy non-sexually, and you as mommy)

he'll breed you after he cums deep in your cunt, satisfied as he watches the excess of his seed spilling out of you, and cockwarm you to sleep just to be sure

it doesn't stop when you're pregnant, either

he thinks you look so hot with your baby bump, how is he meant to resist your body like this?

he'll fuck you as a promise to give you more babies, as if that's how it works, but he's too horny to care lmao

but if you aren't feel up to it, he'll pamper you as best as he can 🥹 massages, home cooked meals (all your faves!!), he'll even stay home from work often to make sure you're doing well throughout the day

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vampyirr · 1 year

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Ushijima’s kinks 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

ushijimas kinks

who’s next??

oikawa ver kenma ver

nsfw!

warnings: size kink, manhandling, daddy kink, creampies, praise kink

size kink

we all know ushijima is really big so he loves that your smaller then him. he loves watching you struggle to take his big cock in your little pussy. he loves that you can barley take 2 of his fingers because there so big. and he absolutely loves gripping your waist when you ride him. his big hands wrap around your waist, guiding you to take all of him. you almost always have bruises on your hips because of him

manhandling

goes with his size kink. he doesn’t mean to, most times, but he manhandles you a lot. like i said before you always have bruises on your hips because he grabs you so rough. whenever he’s touching you it’s always rough. it’s just how he is. if your riding him he’s roughly grabbing your chest or hips. if he wants you then he’ll grab and spread your legs. and he definitely rips your clothes a lot

daddy kink

he didn’t know he had a daddy kink till he heard you call him daddy. he didn’t know he had any kinks till you both talked about it. he was fucking you and it just came out. he actually stopped and just looked at you. now every time you fuck. you call him daddy. he just goes harder everytime you say it. if you want to tease him, call him daddy. he instantly gets hard

creampies

he loves to cum inside you so much. he never thought about pulling out once. you did use condoms before but he asked to stop using them. he loves seeing his cum in your pussy. and he definitely does not let it go to waste. he fucks all his cum back into you. if it drips out he pushes it back in with his fingers. he likes seeing your pussy such a mess filled with your cum

praise kink

he’s always praising you. he wants you to feel comfortable and good with him so he tries his best. he knows he’s big so when you struggle (basically everytime) he makes sure to praise you. “you can take it love, i know you can” when it’s too much for you and your overstimulated be tells you soft praises to help stop your trembling. “your doing so good for me.”

a/n: wrote this is 20 minutes lmao

#ushijima smut #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x reader #shiratorizawa #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #hq ushijima

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koisuko · 5 months

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Your johnny cage x shy!reader made me blush and giggle like a schoolgirl AAAAAAHHH it was so good!! Maybe it's too early to ask for this but... I'd like to know how johnny treats his blushing princess in bed, if ur comfortable! 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I'll try my best, still new to writing nsfw but hopefully you like it!

Tw: sexual themes, afab, mdni, daddy Johnny, shy inexperienced reader, vulgar words

Tangled together in disheveled clothes, roaming hands, and hungry mouths, the soft rays of moonlight leaking through his curtains, painting the both of you in an ethereal glow. His fingers danced along your skin beneath your shirt, sending waves of goosebumps through you, your legs hugging his waist as he gripped your hip to keep you in place. He left a trail of kisses down your jaw and neck, each one more aggressive than the last, "are you sure, we can stop if you want to," he asked between kisses, his voice soft and tender. "I-I'm sure, just...take it slow please," you blushed, thoughts of what's to come rushing through your mind. You felt his lips quirk up in a smirk against the skin of your neck, "let me take care of you princess," he whispered, his voice smooth like honey, causing a shock in your core.

As clothes discarded, thrown off to the side and forgotten, the blush on your face grew more. Finding yourself now nude, on full display to Johnny's hungry eyes, he looks down at you as his eyes dart over every detail of your body, causing you to subconsciously shield yourself from his gaze. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He paused for a second, letting the words sink in as he stared into you, "let me show you just how beautiful you are."

His lips journey along the contours of your form, leaving a trail of tender kisses in their wake, eventually coming to just below your navel. His eyes met yours as he slowly brought his hands to your inner thighs, tracing lines with a featherlight touch, every movement getting closer to your already wet core. "So pretty," he whispered, licking his lips as he placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh, bringing his hands to grip your hips, harshly dragging you closer to the edge of the bed, a yelp of surprise leaving your lips. Without warning, you felt his warm, wet tongue lick the entrance of your folds, roaming through every inch before settling on your sensitive bud. He swirled circles, a hybrid of a moan and a whimper left your throat, your hand shooting to his hair as he preformed his relentless assault on your core. My god, his tongue was like magic, occasionally darting in and out of you earning mewls of pleasure from you. Your back arched into him as he brought a finger up, sliding the digit past your slick folds and hooking it up to bump your sweet spot. His tongue continued to swirl your bundle of nerves, his finger pumping in and out as you squirmed and whimpered, “you like that, darling?” He murmured, his lips glistening with your juices as he laps you up hungrily.

“I-I need you,” you choked out, your chest heaving with the growing knot in your stomach. He chuckled, placing a second finger inside you before humming softly, feeling the tightness of your entrance around his fingers, “you aren’t ready, honey.” He adjusted his position, bringing his mouth to latch onto your hardened nipple as he worked his fingers inside you, his thumb moving circles on your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, you felt yourself near your climax way too quickly, gripping onto the sheets beneath you for support.

So close, you were just on the edge before he stopped abruptly, a grin on his face, “save it for me doll.” His boxers pooled at his ankles, his member springing out from its confines, the tip drooling with pre-cum. You felt yourself blush as you stared at his sheer size, worried yet excited at the same time. “Hey, it’s ok,” he reassured, placing a hand on your cheek, “we can take it slow, sweetheart, and if you change your mind at anytime, feel free to tell me.” You nodded in response, the sound of package tearing echoed through the room as he gloved his cock with a condom. You took a deep breath as you felt him press his tip against your entrance, slowly rubbing it against you before placing his hand in yours, “ready?” He asked, smiling down at you with a reassuring gaze. You bit your lip, taking another breath as you nodded for him to continue. You felt him slowly push inside you, stretching you slightly with a mix of pleasure and pain. He filled you to the brim, gently caressing your clit to ease the tension as he waited for you to adjust.

You subtly incline your head, encouraging him to move, his hips rocking in a slow gentle rhythm, testing the waters before groaning and picking up his pace. The lewd sounds of moans and groans filled the room, his hand gripping onto your waist, guiding your hips to meet his. He could tell you were close, the sudden silence from you aside from rapid breaths, your cunt pulsing around his cock, and the dazed look in your eyes as they gloss over with ecstasy. Johnny hiked your leg above his shoulder, reaching even deeper inside you as he felt his own climax nearing, his groans becoming louder as your walls clamped around him. "Good girl," he whispered, setting you over the edge as you cried out his name, your walls a vice like grip as he followed shortly after. A final thrust elicited a loud groan from him, spilling his seed into the condom, "you did so well for me, princess."

The after care consisted of a warm bath, he carried you to and from bridal style as he fed and bathed you, dressing you in warm comfortable pajamas before cuddling you to sleep.

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duckymcdoorknob · 5 months

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Would Kurama go into a relationship a human or a yokai or someone from Reikai? If so, what would those relationships look like? (Would he be protective, consider them equal, manipulate them..anything that comes to your mind)

Thanks.

@giggly-squiggily *cough to summon fellow simp*

Anon you’re so beautiful for this ask 🧎‍♀️

I think that Kurama wouldn’t care who or what his partner was. He just wants them to love him as unconditionally as he does them.

I think he’s a very domestic partner. He doesn’t care about classic “gender roles”—quite frankly, he thinks they’re absolute bullshit.— so they can expect him to tackle most of the chores in the home.

He’s a fantastic cook, and cleaning soothes his soul. They will come home to an absolutely spotless living space, and a warm dinner on the table every single night. If they beg him to take a night off, he’d simply smile and ask: “why would I do such a thing?” He’s 100% an acts of service partner.

He’s also a quality time partner. He LOOOOVES to just spend time with his partner for the littlest things. His partner is in the shower? If they’re up to conversation, he’ll sit on the toilet with the lid shut (or outside the door to respect their privacy.) if they’d rather be alone, he’s waiting on the bed for them to be ready for conversation.

Partner who does their makeup? He’s sitting on the counter and kicking his legs as he talks to them (please don’t let him do their eyeliner, he accidentally pokes their eye every time and he gets SO upset)

Partner who works from home? He’ll sit on the other end of the table/couch/bed and hold their hand whenever they let him.

He’ll watch tv, play board games, do crafts, goof around at any time, etc.

Dad!Kurama Hcs because yes:

He always gets up in the night time when his child cries for his parents. He lets his partner rest and sleep every time without fail. When asked why, he’ll lie and say something like “I’m a youkai, darling. I don’t need the sleep.” Knowing fully well he’s still in a human body-

He likes to carry their child everywhere. The little baby strappy thing? Good luck trying to get it from him. His partner will have to pry their child out of his arms (he just loves his little kit Y’know?)

He loves doing family activities, and he has family portraits hung up ALL OVER their home. He likes to take the super cheesy pictures with like the weird 80s poses (like everyone laying on top of each other)

Their little one commonly finds themself sleeping in papa and (parent title)’s bed. Why? They had a scary dream, they missed their parents, they were cold, they saw a spider, there’s a monster in their closet, they needed water, their bed was too small, their blanket was too warm and too cold at the same time, Uncle Hiei told them to. (which with his telepathy, it may be a truthful statement)

Kurama was over the moon to become a father, and when his little one called him “daddy” for the first time, he knew that all of the bad decisions he’d ever made weren’t worth a thing anymore…

#written in the stars #anon #Kurama #kurama yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho kurama #youko kurama #yoko kurama #Kurama x reader #Kurama imagines #yuyu hakusho #yu yu hakusho #yyh #yyh live action #yu yu hakusho live action #yuyu hakusho live action

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rowaelinsdaughter · 4 months

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OUR DOLL

a/n;; this is the dirtiest thing i've ever written, and you can see that i got a liiiiiitle carried by this... but come on!!! they are rowan and aelin. 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ im on my knees for them.

WARNINGS;; smut without plot, degradation(?), orgasm denial, mommy and daddy dynamics, overstimulation, m!oral, aelin uses a strap on reader (this was so 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

rowan whitethorn was tired. his day had been filled with meetings. meeting after meeting. he was tired of diplomacy, of talking and everything. the only thing he wanted was to be in bed with his mates.

he made his way to their room when he heard a noise. a slap. stopping on the door, he sharpens his hearing, trying to figure out what it was. another sound. this time a moan. your moan. you were moaning.

he opened the door, carefully not to disturb. your moans were louder now that he was inside.

“you like it, doll?” aelin said. her voice full of lust.

fuck. rowan thought. he made his way to the open door of the bedroom, and the sight before him… fuck fuck fuck.

aelin was seated on the bed, her back on the headboard as she watched you bounce on her dick. a strap. aelin was using a strap on you, and you were bouncing like you would do on his dick. your eyes were close. moans leaving your mouth as aelin’s hands roamed over your body. a slap on your butt and the other hand was massaging your tit.

rowan touched his dick. he wanted to release it from his pants.

his eyes found aelin’s. a smirk on her face as she stops you, a whimper leaving your lips.

“you like the sight, rowan?” your eyes follow aelin’s and you found rowan on the door. his dick begging to be free from his pants, and his eyes full of lust.

you feel aelin on your side, her lips brushing your ear. “why don’t you turn around and beg to rowan?”

a little nod and with her help, you turn around, your back pressed on aelin’s chest. you look at rowan through you lashes and notice that his shirt was gone, as well as his pants and underwear. the sight before you makes your walls clench around her dick, buried deep inside you. rowan grabs your neck so you are looking at him. lust and fervent desire. you look at his dick, precum was dripping from it. his hand moves to your neck and squeezes it, you look at his eyes again.

“you like my dick, doll? you want to suck it?”

aelin bites your shoulder. “answer doll”

“yes”

“yes, what?” rowan demands.

“yes daddy” you answer, a wicked smile on their faces.

with her fae speed, aelin maneuvers you, and now you are on your hands and knees. her hands grabs your hips and she leaves a little from your cunt, making you whimper at the loss. rowan catches your hair creating a ponytail and before he can tell you what to do, your mouth is open and your tongue is out. an invitation.

a breathy curse leaves his lips and with a push oh his hips, his dick is inside your mouth. at the same time aelin shoves her dick against your throbbing cunt. your body shrives at the sensation and a cry falls from your lips. they both start with the same rhythm, your body is on fire and you think you can die just from having them.

“gods… look at you doll. such a dirty girl, just for us” aelin says with a harsh thrust to your cunt. if she wasn’t grabbing you, you would have fallen to the bed.

“that’s it aelin, she’s our dirty girl, just our- fuck” rowan hand gripped your hair as he cum on your mouth and aelin stops her hips. “that’s it, take it all doll, just like that. good girl”

aelin takes your hands, and with a pull you’re on your knees again, unable to move your hands thanks to her. rowan’s mouth is inches from your’s, his hands massaging your tits and pinching your nipples.

“what do you want, doll?”

“i wanna cum, please”

rowan bites your shoulder and his lips travel to your ear. “where are your manners, doll?”

you shallow. “i wanna cum, please, mommy, daddy let me cum please, i’ve been a good girl, please” a tear falls from your eye and you feel aelin lick it. “good girl… we should let him cum rowan?”

“mmm, i think she has been a good girl for us” aelin thrusts into your pussy as rowan’s hand rubs your clit.

the pounding is incessant, and you know the whole castle can hear you moaning, but they don’t care, let them know they are the only ones who can make you cry from pleasure.

“i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna-” a cry and you’re coming on aelin’s dick as they both bite your neck on each side. your body feels dizzy, your breaths are difficult as you feel like you're in heaven. aelin removes the strap from you, a little groan falling from your lips. she goes to the bathroom to prepare everything.

“let’s go bath, doll”

“i don’t-” a pair of arms raise you from bed, and you hear aelin closing the water. once you all are bathed, they take you to bed, each of them on your sides. a kiss on your shoulder and lips is the last thing you remember.

“we love you, doll”

tagging;; @shadowdaddies @thehighladywrites @hellwantfuckme

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haechansdoll · 11 months

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Pls pls Ive been reading your books on loop, please make a shot of JEALOUS JAEHYUN/TAEYONG PLS, IM ON MY KNEES🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ FOR THIS, if possible CAR SEX PLEASEEEEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

omg, thank you so much for reading my books, didn't know people would love it so much - well - I personally think car sex would be imaginable with Jaehyun, so lets go with him.

Pairing : Jaehyun x f!reader.

Description : Jealous Jaehyun and Bratty reader.

[Your boyfriend is a jealous, hotheaded, angry man...and you wouldn't have him any other way.]

Warnings: Public sex, carsex, fingering, daddy kink.

Your boyfriend was a dick.

That was the only thought in your head as you stomped down a dark side street through the wet grass, heels sinking into the rain-sodden turf with every step wetting the exposed parts of your foot. The dull thud of music died into the night air the further you walked away from the busy street. Goosebumps pricked along your arms and legs as the cool wind slid over your exposed skin. As cold and miserable as you were, that was still better than getting in the sleek black sports car that was slowly driving along beside you.

“Get in the car.”

At the sound of the gruff command, you whipped your head in the opposite direction, pushing your glossed lips out in a deep pout. Were you being a little over-dramatic? Yes. It didn’t mean you weren’t justified. After all, being put out on the sidewalk in front of a large crowd of people because Jaehyun couldn’t keep his temper under control was just as embarrassing as you stomping through people’s yards as their dogs barked and security lights followed your movements.

“No. I’m just fine where I am.”

“Get in the car, y/n,” Jaehyun’s voice came from the dark interior of the vehicle as he leaned over the middle console glaring at you through the passenger window. A stubborn huff was all he received from you, and you felt a small twinge of satisfaction at the growl of frustration that hit your ears. Stopping for a moment to wrench your heel from one particularly muddy patch of grass, you balled your fists up at your side, turning to face the ash blonde.

“Go fuck yourself,” you spat, and he just sighed at your attitude, rubbing a hand across his face. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with your brattiness, but that’s too bad because that’s exactly what you were going to make him deal with after the embarrassment he had put you through back at the nightclub you two were supposed to be spending your date night at.

“I’m not gonna ask again. Get in the fucking car before I make you get in,” he said again this time his voice was much firmer, and you stopped. The small bit of relief he felt was quickly dashed away as you stomped your foot on the wet turf under you with a blaze of defiance burning in your eyes.

“Oh yeah? Make me then!” You shouted.

“You asked for this,” Jaehyun sighed, putting the car in park and flinging open his door. You pointed your finger at him, trying to back away, but he ignored your protests, bending down to put his arm around your waist as he hauled you up and over his shoulder.

Kicking your feet was useless, and hitting your hands against the hard muscles of his back did nothing but earn you a hard swat to your bottom, “Jaehyun, put me down! Fucking jerk!”

You heard the car door open before you were unceremoniously dumped into the passenger seat. He took care not to bang your head against the doorframe. Leaning over you, he snatched the seatbelt up, pulling it across your body and clicking it into place. The minute you seemed like you were going to get out again, a hand on your shoulder stopped your movements, Jaehyun looked down at you and said in a stern voice, “You better not move.”

The bright lights of the city flew by your face as you gazed out the window. It doesn’t take you two this long to get home, and it certainly doesn’t take this long to get home when your boyfriend drives like a bat out of hell. It was hard to stay so angry with the silent atmosphere surrounding you; the only noise was the quiet hum of the car traveling over the road. It was enough to lull you into a sense of calm.

“Why are you so fucking irritating.”

Well, you were calm until that. The question just served to throw gasoline on the dying embers of your frustration, and you felt that hot spark ignite in your chest all over again. Sitting up, you fixed your heated gaze on him, and your hands moved animatedly with your words, “I’m irritating?! You punched a guy for no reason!”

Jaehyun’s face darkened as he stared straight ahead. His grip on the wheel shifted as his fingers tightened around it. The hand closest to you twitched against the gear shift, moving it just a little harder than necessary. There was the unmistakable roar of the engine as he sped up, “No, I had a reason. He should’ve kept his fucking hands off you.”

“He was trying to get by!” You shouted, throwing your hands up and falling back against the seat. There were many things that you had come to accept about Jaehyun, but this jealous streak of his was a big one. Especially when he took it out on people around you, any man that so much as breathed on you was in danger of ending up on his bad side.

“He needed to have his hands on your ass to get by?” came the low, harsh whisper.

You didn’t respond, just went back to looking out the window. Buildings flew by, and you narrowed your eyes as the metropolitan scenery thinned out until you were left staring at trees and a darkened highway, “Where are we going?”

“Just sit back and shut up,” Jaehyun commanded, and his hand traveled over to your knee. His warm palm sent a hot streak of desire radiating from the spot it touched. Any other time you would have welcomed his touches but not right now. He grumbled under his breath as you pushed his hand from its spot halfway up your thigh.

“Get your hands off me. I don’t like you right now,” you said in a clipped tone. And you pouted looking out the window, ignoring the feather-light feeling building in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re testing my patience. Besides, though you liked it when I got all possessive over my doll” the lecherous purr behind his words sent a shiver up your spine, and you let out a quiet huff trying to move his hand again. So, maybe you did like it. That wasn’t any of his business. It’d only make his ego bigger to know that despite your anger, you were slightly turned on by the situation.

“You don’t get to call me that right now,” you glared, but your words lost some of their bite as his hand squeezed the soft flesh, fingers prodding at your skin.

“Quit being such a fucking brat,” His hand crept higher, fingers pressing into your twitching muscles, adding to the anticipation of their arrival at their final destination.

“S-stop,” you whimpered pathetically as his fingers traced the wet outline of your pussy over your panties. With your dress being so short, it’s not like there was much stopping him. One of your hands wrapped around his wrist, and you dug your nails into his arm in a last-ditch effort to warn him away, but that didn’t help your case at all. A quiet gasp left your lips as his fingers slipped beneath the wet silky material massaging at your clit.

“You don’t sound that convincing, princess. Heh, and listen to that, you’re already dripping wet for me.” It was hard to think of a snarky reply as his fingers drew slow circles around your swollen bud. Your body jerked forward, straining against the seatbelt the more he toyed with you.

“I…mmm, I fucking hate you,” you gasped, but your words had long since lost their sharp edge behind your moans of pleasure. You know that you probably looked like a lewd mess. Anybody that drove by the two of you would easily see you clinging to your boyfriend’s arm, with the way your chest rose and fell with each deep breath and your tongue hanging out of your mouth it wouldn’t be hard to put two and two together. The thought just made you even more aroused.

“No, you don’t, and your body definitely doesn’t.” He taunted, pulling out of your grip and holding his hand up to your face. You could just make out the unmistakable glisten of your juices stringing across his fingers, and you swallowed dryly.

His hand descended between your legs again, and this time you didn’t stop him. Soft pants left your mouth as you ground your hips into his fingers, willing them to push deeper inside of you. For being so annoying, he knew where all your buttons were and how to press them. It’s something he prides himself on actually.

“That’s it, baby girl. Gonna cum for daddy?” A dark smirk slowly spread across his face contrasting the encouraging tone behind his words. The feeling of your soft walls clenching around his fingers almost made him give in to you. Oh, he loved making you unravel for him. The noises? Knowing you felt like this all because of him? Everything about it was just so divine. But not this time, no this time you needed to learn a lesson.

“Not with all that tough shit you were talking about earlier,” his tone changed so suddenly, and before you got the chance to process those words, his hand pulled away from you completely. You almost cried, staring at him in wide-eyed frustration.

Your thighs rubbed together in an effort to gain back some of the friction, and you were almost tempted to finish yourself off on your own, but that wouldn’t lead to anything good. All Jaehyun did was laugh nonchalantly, sucking your essence from his fingers as you whined. He chuckled as your eyes followed the movement of his hand down to his pants, “You want me to help you out? Fine, earn it. Make up for that smart fucking mouth of yours.”

All the fight leaves your mind at once as you push your armrest up leaning across the center console, careful of any machinery in the way, the last thing you wanted to do was die in a fiery car crash over some dick, even if it was some premium dick.

“I love you, but you make me so goddamn angry sometimes y’know,” Jaehyun doesn’t seem worried about anything. In fact, he wastes no time digging his fingers into your hair and pushing you all the way down.

“God, your mouth feels amazing, princess.” You hummed around his cock in recognition of his praises. His hard length nestled snugly in your warm mouth as your tongue lapped against various veins running along the shaft. Anytime you tried to pull your head up, he pushed you back down again. Not roughly but firmly keeping you in place. The edges of the center console pressing into your chest, the seat belt holster digging into your leg, and the overall danger of it all was giving you a high that was hard to explain.

“You do it on purpose, I bet. You wanted me to take you somewhere and ruin that sexy fucking body, didn’t you?” You were so occupied that you hadn’t realized the car had come to a stop. Somewhere you didn’t recognize out in the literal middle of nowhere. It was quiet with nothing but your own panting and the faint sounds of the radio. It was beautiful and quiet. You could see all the stars in the sky, and the only light illuminating the two of you was the bright full moon. But you two didn’t come out here for peace and quiet.

“Not my fault you can’t control yourself, I’m still mad at you. Ruined my fucking night,” your words probably would have sounded more convincing if you weren’t so lightheaded from having him shoved down your throat.

“Fine, come sit in my lap and let me make it up to you,” he said teasingly, and with a hand on your chin, he swiped away a thin string of saliva clinging to your skin with his thumb. It didn’t take much to have you clamoring out of your seat and into his arms. Crimson eyes darkened in lust took in the way the moonlight fell across your beautiful features. You were all his, nobody was going to take you from him.

“You’re always such a goddamn tease,” Jaehyun growled with his hands on your hips, dragging you back and forth on his lap. The only thing separating your hot flesh from meeting him was your soaked panties, which managed to provide with just the right amount of friction to keep you on edge—one of his hands wrapped around to the nape of your neck pulling your face down to his.

“Shut up and fuck me,” you said, trying to grind down against him harder, you had been throbbing ever since he had left you on edge earlier. Now here you were so close to what you wanted, and he was taking his sweet time to give you what you wanted. Now, who’s being the tease?

“What’d I tell you about that mouth?” your dress having long been pushed up over your hips wasn’t there to absorb the spanking this time. A loud cry left your mouth, and the telltale sound of crackling accompanied the popping sensation you felt against your skin. You didn’t even have time to be angry with him, not wanting to bother with taking your panties off he just pulled the wet material to the side, slipping into you with ease.

“Listen to that lewd voice, you don’t hate me that much, huh teddy bear?” Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he bounced you up and down on his cock. At this point you didn’t care what he was saying, all you were worried about was the way it felt when he rolled his hips up into yours and his teeth on your neck nipping at the sensitive skin there.

“You’re all mine. You belong to me. Fucking say it,” he growled, pulling you in nose to nose with him. Both of you were breathing heavily, clinging to one another. The windows were fogged up, and Jaehyun was probably going to have to replace the shocks on his car with how hard it was rocking, but it was worth it.

“Ahh, I-I…fuck!” Your thighs trembled with each drag of him in and out of your body, and you tried your best to pull together the words he so desperately needed to hear. Buried under a haze of pleasure, your poor brain was working double-time to keep you down on planet earth. Another quirked up spank landed on your ass, and you almost came undone right then.

“Say it, baby! Who do you belong to?” Jaehyun breathed out through clenched teeth. With how tightly your walls were squeezing around him, he knew you weren’t going to last much longer, and neither was he.

“You! I’m all yours, Jaehyun!” your body tenses up as you cum, crying out his y/n over and over. Your arms squeeze your body close to his, and you bury your face in his neck. His fingers are digging into your hips, pushing you down on him, and holding you there as he rides out his own orgasm. You shiver feeling the warm flood of cum paint your insides.

“Fuck, I love you. I love you so fucking much. Don’t look at any other guy. I’m all you need, got it?” he mumbles the last part so quietly you’re almost positive you weren’t supposed to hear it.

With your eyes closed, trying to regain your strength, you sigh from your place against his shoulder, “I don’t look at other guys, dummy.”

“Yeah, but they look at you, and I don’t like it,” he said once again in that quiet voice. You sit up and look at him, and even in the dark, you can see the melancholy look on his face. It wasn’t often that you saw a softer side of Jaehyun; usually, he liked to bravado his way out of talking about his feelings. It was something you were used to; when dating Jaehyun Jaehyun, you learn to pick and choose the battles worth fighting.

“You’re so melodramatic. I don’t notice those guys because I’m too busy looking at your stupid ass.”

“Why you..mmph,” his eyebrows furrowed, and his nose scrunched up, signaling that he was about to say something snippy before you cut him off with a kiss. He grumbled but kissed you back, curling his fingers in the hairs at the nape of your neck.

“Shut up and let me finish,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his nose.

He liked to pretend that he didn’t like it when you did things like that, but deep down, you know how much he needs this sometimes. Above everything else, Jaehyun is not one of those guys that lies to themselves about their difficulties. He knows he’s a lot to handle. Sometimes he just needs a little reminder that you weren’t tired of dealing with him and his antics, “I really do love you, Jaehyun. You piss me off sometimes, but I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, my little angry Pomeranian.”

“I’m not a dog, and there’s not a single part of me that’s little,” he said, swatting your hands away when you tried to pinch his cheeks. Thankful for the dark of the night that hid the red blush on his cheeks.

“Sure, latch on to that because that was the important part of what I said,” you let out an exasperated sigh laying your head back against his shoulder and dragging your hand over his chest gently, stopping over his heart humming contently feeling the light beat underneath your fingertips.

“Fine, I heard you, and I love you too,” came his hesitant reply, followed by a kiss being pressed to your shoulder.

“Aww, say it like you mean it, jae,” you whined, sitting up again, and pouting at him.

“I did mean it, and it sounded fine!” He said, rolling his eyes and letting out an annoyed sound when you poked him in his chest.

“Nuh-uh, do it again. It sounded so…blah.”

“No, it didn’t! You’re just being picky.”

“Please?”

“Fine. I..I love you, y/n.”

“I still think you could do it better.”

“Get the fuck off me so we can go home.”

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