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The Shape of You

Summary: Steven loves your boobs. A story of his devotion to them pre, during, and post-pregnancy as you welcome your first child together.

Pairing: Steven x afab!Reader, with some minor Marc x afab!Reader and Jake x afab!Reader. Reader is married to the system and all three alters are no longer working for Khonshu

Rating: Tré Explicit, Minors DNI!

Word Count: 9.4k (yes, you read that correctly 😳)

TW/CW: Heavy breast and nipple play, lactation kink, some awkwardness and embarrassment around Steven and Reader discovering they share a lactation kink, pregnant sex, breeding kink, p in v sex, fingering, dirty talk, slight somnophilia, daddy!Steven (in both senses of the term 😜), breastfeeding and angst about struggling to breastfeed, postpartum hormones, sundress!kink (that’s a thing, right?), public teasing, a smidge of masturbation, public bathroom sex…so exhibitionism? (no one hears or catches them), more fluff than I’ve ever written iN MY LIFE, titty-fucking, come-eating…writing these always make me feel like a dirty ho 😈

A/N: Sorry friends, the OP got flagged...so let’s try this again with a slightly less steamy gif!

First time writing in second person so please, like Adele, go eaaaaasy on me :) Also I do not have DID, so please forgive and Feel free to educate me if I didn’t nail any dynamics. One more thing - Jake speaks Spanish a bit in this translations will be below

Marc, Steven, and Jake may’ve shared a body, but each alter had a different part of yours that was their favorite. Jake was an ass man, plain and simple. He loved smacking it, biting it, grinding himself between your cheeks…the list could go on. Marc loved your mouth. He never wasted an opportunity for you to suck him off, to feed you every last drop of his cum, to spit into its warm, wet cavern.

Steven, on the other hand, was damn-near obsessed with your breasts. If it were up to him, his hands would never leave your chest. He’d been shy at first, bashful, citing his relative inexperience compared to the other alters. But the endearingly awkward bumbling phase of your relationship soon developed into its current one: The Steven-Can’t-Stop-Won’t-Stop-Playing-With-Your-Tits Phase.

You remember the first time he undressed you and got to see your boobs in all their naked glory. The expression on his face was so reverent it was almost comical. He looked at you as if you’d taken him straight to the Field of Reeds.

“Bloody hell,” he’d whispered.

You asked him if he was alright, to which he nodded frantically and asked, “Can I…can I touch?”

“Of course baby,” you cooed.

From there it was off to the races. Steven cupped your breasts, damn near whimpering when he felt the weight of them in your hands, and gave you a gentle squeeze. You mewled, and his gaze snapped up to meet yours.

“That was a good sound, I promise,” you assured him. “Please, Steven, more.”

He was all too glad to oblige. He massaged each mound in his hand and swiped each thumb over your nipple, delighting when you shuddered at his ministrations. It emboldened him to experiment further. Steven dropped a kiss between your breasts on your sternum, then tilted his head to mouth at one of them. You urged him on with a breathy cry, and Steven took the signal to suck on your nipple.

Whereas most past lovers of yours had treated your tits as a fun but brief pitstop on the way to your pussy, Steven lavished ample delicious attention on them. And he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did, if the way he was frantically humping the mattress for relief was any indication.

Later, after he’d fingered you to orgasm with a nipple in his mouth and you’d rode him like your life depended on it, Steven murmured to you, “Blimey babe, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of your tits.”

***

So you shouldn’t have been surprised when you got pregnant that Steven became even more fascinated with your breasts. They kept growing, almost vulgarly large, and you’d caught your husband flat-out staring at them many a time .

“My eyes are up here, honey,” you’d tease him.

Steven snapped out of it and apologized, “Sorry, love.”

“Honestly, I don’t blame you,” you conceded, looking down at your chest, using the insides of your arms to push your breasts together. “Even I can't believe how big they’ve gotten. The baby will be well-fed I guess.”

Steven watched you entranced, his mouth ajar, a bulge in his pants growing. “Uh huh.”

Sex was starting to get tricky as you entered your third trimester, but that didn’t stop Steven from fucking you on your side shortly after your little display. He lay behind you on the bed as he drove his painfully hard dick into your cunt, both of his hands on your tits. You rubbed your clit furiously as he alternated between squeezing them and tugging on your taut peaks.

“Ohhhh, Steven, yesssss,” you moaned.

“Are you close darling?” his lips were centimeters from your ear. You could feel his warm breath on its shell.

“Mmmhmmm,” you whined.

Steven picked up the pace and force of his hips. “Come then love, come for me. Gonna come too, your big titties get me so hard, you feel it, don’t you? So good at taking my cock and growing our baby inside you. Fuck love, yeah.”

That surprised you. Dirty talk was usually a Marc or Jake thing, but you definitely weren’t going to stop Steven as his filthy words hurdled you toward your climax.

“Your boobs are so big, gods, I wonder if they’ll get any bigger? Want ‘em to,” Steven was babbling, his thrusts lost their rhythm. “They’ll spill out of your shirt. Gonna have so much milk–”

You interrupted him with a strangled shriek as your release consumed you. Your pussy spasmed delectably around your lover’s cock, compounded by Steven’s dick pulsing inside of you as he reached his peak. You were so lost in the euphoria, the relief of your orgasm, that you didn’t notice the few drops of fluid that had dribbled out of your left nipple.

It wasn’t until Steven withdrew his spent cock from you and rolled over to snuggle into his side that you noticed him examining his wet fingertips.

“What’s that?”

Steven tensed. “It’s…um, not sure how to put this…I think you leaked a little.”

“Obviously,” you giggled, “The sheets are soaked.”

His cheeks burned. “Not from there, love.”

Mortified, your hands flew to your engorged breasts. You could feel it too. “Oh my god.”

“Don’t worry darling, I’m sure it’s normal,” Steven tried to assuage you.

You didn’t answer him, instead, you maneuvered your very pregnant self up and waddled towards the bathroom.

He followed you, not needing to exert much effort to stop you. He captured your hands in his and brought them to his lips. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re a bloody miracle, growing our baby inside of you.”

Steven’s tender words and touch allowed you to deflate some, yet you withdrew your hands from his grasp. “Thank you honey, it’s just…a lot to reckon with. I need a moment to catch my breath in the bathroom. Alone.”

“Alright love, take your time and I’ll put the kettle on.”

You kissed him softly, languidly, trying to pour all the love you couldn’t put into words into the liplock.

But in the privacy of the bathroom, you crumpled. You were embarrassed. You were ashamed. Because why on earth did it feel so good to have liquid trickle out of your boobs and to come at the thought of how much milk they contained?

Nevertheless, you splashed water on your face and composed yourself, joining Steven on the couch for a cup of tea and an episode of the latest documentary series you were watching together.

What didn’t you know though, was later that night, long after you went to sleep and Steven had stayed up working on next semester’s syllabus for the course he now taught at UCL, your breasts had leaked again.

Steven had noticed when he’d called it a night and was situating himself next to you in bed. The t-shirt you wore one to bed, one of the only things that still fit you, and now had twin dark spots staining the loose cotton.

He didn’t know what to do. Steven didn’t want to wake you, he knew how the discovery would likely upset you again, nor did he want you to awaken and to have soaked through your shirt. He cursed his cock, which had twitched at the previous thought. He tried to ignore the arousal beginning to surge through him, but your tits made his blood rush south.

The best course of action, Steven (and his dick) had decided, was to take care of it for you. He fetched a wet cloth from the bathroom, then pulled the already stretched out v-neckline of the shirt to reveal one of your tits. Steven gently cleaned the peak of your breast, the warm, damp feel of the cloth making you shudder in your sleep, though not enough to wake you. He switched to the other one, and found a small, perfect pearl of milk right on the tip of your nipple.

Steven didn’t know what possessed him - he certainly couldn’t blame this on his alters - but he swooped down and lapped up the milk with his tongue instead of the cloth. The drop was small, which meant Steven couldn’t taste much when he licked your nipple. So he sealed his lips around the bud in hope of getting a taste of the cloudy milk. Before he could, you rolled from your back onto your side.

Your husband knew he’d have to call it a night, but that didn’t stop him from shuffling to the bathroom and rubbing one out, imagining what you’d taste like.

***

Any thoughts of sex flew out the window when Nyla was born. All of your husbands had been co-conscious for the birth, the four of you equally in awe of what your love had created.

You loved your squirmy, wrinkly little girl more than you could comprehend, but the first weeks after bringing her home were rough. Nyla was a few weeks early, so your parents hadn't made it to London yet. There was no sleep. There were a lot of attempts at sleep training, but not a lot of sleep actually happening between you, your husband, and your daughter.

Furthermore, Nyla had problems latching when you fed her. You tried to stay calm, telling yourself that plenty of women went through this with their babies, but you couldn’t help but feel like you’d already failed as a mom. Plus, the wildly fluctuating hormones didn’t exactly help you keep your cool either.

Steven, however, was a godsend. He never hesitated when he heard Nyla fussing over the baby monitor, he always had a backup bottle ready to go, he even sang silly songs to your daughter while he changed her. Marc and Jake adored Nyla too, yet you’d noticed that Steven had been fronting the most as of late.

You suspected it wasn’t that they didn’t care for the baby, more that they didn’t trust themselves around a being so small and fragile. The thought broke your heart. You wanted to talk to them more about it…when you had the energy. Which, currently, you guessed would be somewhere around Nyla’s 18th birthday?

Tonight, you’d actually had gotten Nyla to go down at 8:30. You and Steven silently rejoiced while getting ready for bed as quickly as humanly possible. The two of you had already learned to sleep when the baby slept.

It felt as if you’d only laid your head on a pillow for a second when you’d heard Nyla crying through the monitor.

Steven sprung up before you could. “I’ve got it. Keep sleeping.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You were just starting to doze off again when Steven re-emerged with a wriggling, still upset Nyla.

“She must be hungry,” he explained apologetically. “Her diaper wasn’t wet and I tried rocking her for a little.”

You nodded in surrender, reaching under your shirt to unclasp a cup of your nursing bra, then extended your arms for Nyla.

Steven carefully placed her in your hold, then announced “I’ll get you a glass of water, yeah?”

“I’m not thirsty right now,” you told him as you tried to get Nyla to latch. Steven was already retreating from the bed.

“Just in case,” he called from the kitchen.

You let it go, focusing more on Nyla than the observation you’d made that as doting as Steven had been, he was rarely present for when you breastfed. It could’ve been because your sweet husband didn’t want to add any eyes and pressure given your difficulties with it, but you couldn’t help the sneaking suspicion it made him uncomfortable.

Nyla wasn’t latching. Again. When Steven returned, he only needed to take one look at your face to see what the problem was.

“I’ll get a bottle.”

Your face crumpled, unable to hold back the tears, which of course, caused Nyla to cry as well.

Steven rushed back in, and scooped your daughter out of your arms.

“There there, little dove, you’re alright,” he shushed Nyla, expertly feeding her the bottle.

“You’re better at nursing her than I am,” you lamented.

“That’s not true, you fed her perfectly for nearly nine months” Steven objected. “We’ll call the specialist Doctor Slater recommended first thing tomorrow.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes. “Sorry, it’s all these goddamn hormones.”

“Don’t apologize,” he told you, moving to burp Nyla. “You did the hard bit, now let us all help out how we can.”

“Alright,” you sniffled.

Steven rose to take Nyla back to her bassinet, kissing you the top of your head on his route.

You wanted to settle down, you did. You wanted nothing more than to surrender to blissful slumber but a fresh wave of tears came when your breasts began to ache.

Steven came back and his face fell. “What is it, love?”

“They hurt,” you bemoaned. “They’re too full. It feels like my body’s punishing me for not feeding Nyla.”

“Oh darling,” Steven scrambled for his phone on his nightstand. “There’s gotta be a fix for it, yeah? I’m going to see what Google says.”

You passed Steven his reading glasses so he could see, privately reveling in how cute he was as he studied his phone screen so intently. It helped distract you from the soreness in your chest.

“Well, it says the best thing to do is to ‘manually express’ any excess fluid,” Steven read.

“So milk me? Like a cow?” you spat.

Steven put his phone down so he could give you his undivided attention. “Hey, hey, I won’t have you talking about yourself like that. Especially since I have Nyla beat at the moment for being the biggest fan of your tits.”

You cracked a smile. Steven crawled closer to you on the bed, “I know tonight’s been a bit full on, but truly babe, I’d love nothing more than to make you feel better.”

“Oh yeah?” you goaded, watching Steven’s gaze zero in on your still exposed breast.

“Uh huh,” he grunted, then looked up at you. “To be honest…you remember that night a few months ago when you first–”

The night you first leaked. “Yeah.”

“Well, I’ve erm, I’ve been curious since then about…about your…tasting you.”

“Oh,” you gasped. That explained his skittishness when you fed Nyla. Steven left because it made him horny. Well, that turned you on rather quickly. Postpartum hormones were a trip.

Steven gently cupped your engorged breasts, then groaned. “Will you let me try?”

“Oh-okay.” You batted his hands away so could you strip off your very unsexy sleep shirt and shed your bra.

While you were self-conscious about how the milk stretched the skin of your breasts and puffed out your nipples, Steven looked at them like a kid on Christmas morning.

He spared one more glance at your face, “Just tell me if it’s too much or anything.”

You consented with a nod and then Steven lowered his mouth to your left nipple. He started by tracing his tongue around your areola, warming you up to his touch, then enclosed his mouth around it. You mewled as he began to suck on your teat, the feeling of liquid being pulled out of you foreign and therefore thrilling in this context. Your eyelids fluttered shut, the sensation of Steven steadily sucking at you was overwhelming.

Soon the novelty and lingering sheepishness melted into sheer relief as Steven suckled at your tit. You blinked your eyes open, nearly needing to close them again at the sight of your husband resolutely drinking from you. It sent another shiver of arousal down your spine.

“Feels so good sweetie,” you encouraged him. “Are you–ah! How are you doing?”

In lieu of answering, Steven guided one of your hands to his crotch where you could feel his pulsing length. He was enjoying this too. Good. You gave him a squeeze, which incited a groan that you felt against the oversensitive skin of your weeping nipple.

Steven used his free hand to pluck at your right peak, gently coaxing milk out with his fingers. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of both your heavy breasts being drained. Keeping your hand molded around your husband’s crotch, you buried the other in the dark curls at the back of his head.

Steven’s enthusiasm gave you the confidence to ask, “Do you like how it tastes?”

His mouth still around you, he nodded. At last, he pulled off and mumbled, “Why weren’t we doing this sooner?”

A winded chuckle escaped you as Steven massaged your chest. “Might have had something to do with the newborn.”

“Clearly there’s enough to go around,” he remarked before he turned your attention to your other breast, latching on to your already leaking nipple and going to town once again.

You stuttered out a breathy shriek, instantly worried that it’d wake Nyla. Luck was on your side however, the monitor remained silent. You resumed groping Steven’s dick through his pajama pants, letting the fabric catch on the wet stain his cockhead had created.

Steven moaned at the stimulation and switched to flicking his tongue over your nipples, causing you to tamp down on another yell.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he rapsed, pulling off your breast, “I’m gonna come.”

Steven began humping your hand frantically while he gathered both your tits in his hands and swiftly alternated licking at each nipples. You mewled at the feather-light shifting touch on your puffy peaks, now hardened into points for a good while now.

“Yeah, that’s it, come baby,” you urged him.

No sooner had the words left your mouth did Steven’s cock spurt, soaking his sleepwear and your hand with his seed with a whimper. His head was thrown back, his eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, and it was in moments like these you understood how your husband and his alters could’ve been avatars for an Egyptian god, because Steven looked absolutely divine.

Once he came down from high, you withdrew your hand, expecting Steven to walk bow-legged to the bathroom and clean himself up. Instead, he shucked off his pants, and went right back to lapping at your breasts, mopping up the milk that had spilled from you as he came.

“Sweetie,” you panted, “you don’t need to–”

“You haven’t come yet,” he whispered from the valley of your tits. He nuzzled the two mounds briefly then reclaimed a nipple between his lips and resumed his feverish suckling.

“Nnnnngh, Steven,” came your delirious reply.

He pulled off for a split-second to ask, “Can I touch you?”

You were still a few weeks out from being able to have penetrative sex again, but you gave Steven the go ahead to slither his hand down to your clit.

Another cry loud enough to wake Nyla ripped from you when his fingers meet your neglected bundle of nerves. You were wet enough to flood the Thames, and Steven wasted no time stroking you exactly how you liked it. Fuck, if Steven sucking on your peaks and playing with your tits felt good, him doing that and rubbing your clit was rapturous.

You began moaning, a tell-tale whine in the back of your throat that meant you were close. Steven switched teats and redoubled his efforts – your orgasm building to its zenith...then snapping and drowning you in pleasure. One last sob escaped you as your release spread through your body, Steven never detaching himself from your breast until you gently pushed him away from oversensitivity.

You both laid with your backs flat on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in sexed out wonder.

Steven spoke first. “No need to call the lactation specialist, I reckon.”

“Steven!” You exclaimed in a whisper, playfully slapping his arm.

“That fixed it, didn’t it?” he pointed out. “Your tits feel better?”

“Well yeah,” you admitted, “but I still want to breastfeed our daughter. You read all the books and journals along with me, I don’t want to deprive her of its benefits.”

Steven hummed in defeated agreement. You rolled over on your side to caress his face and assure him, “That doesn’t mean you can’t still get your fill.”

Your husband’s face split into a wide smile and he pulled you into a dirty, open-mouthed kiss. It allowed you to taste traces of yourself and your milk’s mild, nutty flavor as you plundered his mouth with your tongue.

Steven cradled you to him, tucking you into his side and the pair of you drifted into the best night’s sleep you’d both gotten since Nyla was born.

When you awoke the next morning, your husband was spooned against your back.

“Mmm, we’re naked,” Marc murmured.

You turned to face him and with a grin, “Fancy seeing you here.” You planted a kiss on his lips. “Hi, honey.”

“Hi, mama,” Marc shifted and groaned, “Any reason why I feel weirdly full this morning?”

You blushed. “Well, Nyla isn’t latching still–”

“Still?”

“Still,” you confirmed, “so Steven relieved some of the…buildup I was feeling. With his mouth.”

Marc grumbled, “Just when I thought he couldn't be more fixated on your tits.”

Nyla made her presence known on the monitor before you could say anything else. Marc sat up, but you put a hand on his bare pecs. “I’ll get her. You start on breakfast please?”

He acquiesced with a kiss to your temple.

Marc was in the midst of scrambling eggs and frying sausages when you brought Nyla into the kitchen, “Look who’s changed and dressed and happy to see Daddy!”

Marc beamed, rinsing his hands quickly before you passed her to him. “Hey little girl, I’ve missed you.”

You took over at the stove as Marc walked his daughter over to the couch. He sat down and rested Nyla’s back on the thick, sturdy expanse of the tops of his thighs.

“Now, Miss Nyla Spector, I hear that you’re not letting Mommy feed you,” he began with mock seriousness. “Don’t you know her huge boobs are a gift from Tawaret herself?”

“Marc!!”

***

Things slowly improved after you began seeing Pippa, the lactation specialist your obstetrician had recommended. Nyla now latched the majority of the time and you learned how to keep calm when she didn’t.

Your parents arrived in London too, which also made the care of your newborn a lot more manageable. They did diaper runs whenever you needed, helped with cooking so you and your husband stayed fed, and would watch Nyla so you each could take showers longer than 30 seconds, even nap.

The only drawback was it made you and Steven having what you’d codenamed “Parental Time” a lot trickier. They’d gotten an AirBnb flat around the corner from yours, and your mom especially had a pesky penchant for dropping in unannounced, resulting in a few very close calls of her catching Steven’s head under your shirt.

So you and Steven developed a new routine. On the days he was fronting, after your parents went back to their rented flat for the night, you’d feed Nyla one last time, put her down and then Steven would get his turn at your tits.

To be honest, it happened a lot when Marc and Jake had fronted that day too. Your parents knew about your husband’s DID and had met each alter, but the men tried not to switch in front of them. They figured their in-laws being so accepting of their daughter being married to three men was already enough of an ask that they didn’t want to alienate your parents further. Therefore, if Jake was fronting when they came over in the morning, he’d have possession of the body for the rest of the day, or at least until your parents left.

This was a blessing in disguise you found, since it evened out the time each alter spent with their daughter. All that being said, you didn’t exactly protest when Steven would force a switch late at night to get his mouth on your breasts when you were feeling particularly swollen.

“What is it, cariño?” Jake asked when you padded over to the bed after you tucked Nyla in for the night.

“It’s my boobs,” you told him, trying to massage the ache out of them. “Nyla didn’t eat a ton today so they’re feeling extra hea–”

Jake’s quizzical expression changed into Steven’s unmistakably hungry gaze. “Then come right over here love,” he beckoned you over to the mattress. “And let Daddy help you.”

His naughty words made you whimper and obey him at once. You sat on his lap, where you could already feel his erection growing against your dampening core, and lifted your arms so Steven could disrobe you.

“Missed these titties,” he growled, motorboating his prominent nose in between them.

“They missed you,” you sighed back as he wrapped his lips around a nipple and began suckling.

And what are we, chop liver? A disgruntled Marc asked from their bedroom window.

Jake chimed in from the standing mirror. It was my day to front, pendejo.

I’m the only one who wants to do this, Steven countered in his head since his mouth was full of milk, See how much she enjoys it?

As if to prove his point, you ground down on Steven’s stiff length and squealed at the combination of his thick, hard cock against your pussy and the steady tug of your milk flowing into his wanting mouth.

“Wanna ride you,” you told Steven. “Need that big dick inside me.”

Steven groaned and his hips bucked against you. “You sure you’re feeling up to it, babe?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed feverishly. “Doctor Slater said it was okay.”

Your husband didn’t need to be told twice. He all but ripped off both of your clothes and flipped you back on the bed to prepare you. He slowly fed one, then two fingers into your pussy while he lapped at your dripping tits. After Steven worked you through your first orgasm, you two resumed your position where you sat on top of him.

The two of you went easier than you normally would. As much as you wanted to bounce on Steven’s cock until the sun came up, your body was still on the mend, and your lovemaking consisted much more of your husband grinding into you, finding the perfect angle to rub his pubic bone on your clit while you clenched around him. And of course, his hands and mouth lavished non-stop attention on your puffed out nipples.

While Marc had long retreated to the depths of the headspace, little did you or Steven know that Jake had stayed to watch. It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was to watch Steven drink from you, nor should’ve the way you grasped your breasts to squirt some milk on his alter’s tongue when you came, but Jake was intrigued.

***

Just before Nyla turned three months, your parents had convinced you to leave Nyla and go out for lunch with your husband, just the two of you.

You’d agreed at first, positively exhilarated by the thought of an hour or two without thinking about diapers, feeding, and sleep schedules, but now that the afternoon of your lunch date with Steven had arrived, you couldn’t conceive of leaving your daughter, even if it was for a few hours and she’d be with her grandparents.

“She’ll be fine,” your mother insisted. “Nyla-girl knows us now, and besides, didn’t Steven say you’d go to the bistro on the corner? You’ll be five minutes away tops.”

“But I’ve never left her before,” you protested as you tried to feed her. Nyla wasn’t latching, now a rarity rather than the norm. You used it as evidence to postpone your lunch. “See!”

Your mother took her from you, “She’s only doing that because she can sense you’re stressed. Sweetheart, trust me, it’ll be good for you and Marc–”

“It’s Steven today,” you corrected her.

“Right, Steven. It’ll be good for you two to spend some time as just husband and wife. Your marriage is just as important as this little one here.”

“But mom–”

“Now finish getting ready,” she wasn’t taking any buts. “Wear something nice.”

As old-fashioned and misogynistic as the advice seemed, it had been a long time since you’d worn something remotely appealing. It felt good to feel like a human again too. Your styled your hair and applied some makeup too, giggling to yourself that Steven probably wouldn’t even recognize you now that you’d put some effort into your appearance.

You strutted out of the bathroom in a little sundress and wedge sandals, “I’m ready!”

Your dad appeared, “Shhh Nyla’s napping.”

“Sorry,” you lowered your voice. “Where’s Steven?”

“He went ahead to grab you two a table,” he explained. Nyla began to fuss faintly over the baby monitor by the couch, “I’d make a run for it now if I were you.”

Though it felt like there was a physical tether pulling you to where your daughter was fidgeting in her crib, your parents were only here for a few more days. You and Steven had to make the most of it. So you slipped out of the flat as silently as you could.

You felt strangely unencumbered as you walked the thousand or so meters to your favorite little neighborhood spot. The few times you and your husband had left the house, it was almost always with Nyla, which meant you’d brought basically the entire contents of the flat with you. At the very least a diaper bag filled to the brim. With only a small purse for your phone, wallet, and lipstick, you couldn’t help but feel like you were forgetting something.

Any worries you had evaporated when you rounded the corner and caught sight of Steven sitting outside on the bistro’s patio. He’d cleaned up too - his hair brushed and parted to the side like he favored, clean-shaven, and same as you, he’d traded sweats for a pair of trousers and a patterned, short-sleeved button down.

“Hi, handsome,” you greeted him coquettishly as you sauntered over to him. “Is this seat taken?”

“You’re a bloody menace, you know that?” he fumed.

You played dumb, “What do you mean?”

You stretched your arms up and over the back of the chair, further emphasizing your cleavage in your sundress.

The dress was from your pre-pregnancy days. Beyond its fit flattering your post-baby body, you’d chosen to wear it since it also provided solid support in the bust, which meant for once you didn’t need one of your frumpy nursing bras. It was a tight fit however, clinging to your breasts and resting just above where the smooth, creamy skin of your breasts darkened into your nipples. You wore it to drive Steven wild, and it seemed to be achieving your desired effect rather nicely.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?”

“No,” You continued to play coy. “I thought I’d dress up for the first date with my husband after our daughter was born. Feels like a significant moment for us as parents.”

“You want me to say it.”

You leaned over the table to prop your ribcage on your forearms, giving Steven a new, even better view down your dress. “Say what, my love?”

Steven whimpered, straight up whimpered, a sound you’ve never heard him make outside of the privacy of your bedroom.

You were on the verge of showing him a bit of mercy when your server appeared. “Mr. and Mrs. Grant, nice to see you! How’s the new baby?”

“She’s good, thanks” you grinned at them.

“Lovely. Would you two like something to drink?”

“Yeah, we’re both pretty thirsty,” you replied, kicking Steven’s ankle under the table to tear his eyes off your bosom. “Steven, what would you like?”

“Uhh, tea, please.”

“‘Course,” the server noted. You and Steven were regulars so he knew your husband’s order. “With cream and sugar, right?”

“Yeah,” he grunted. It took another kick to his angle to elicit a proper response from Steven, “Yes, please. Thank you.”

“And for the Mrs.?”

“Just water please, and one for him too. Thanks Alex,” you told them with a smile. Once they departed from the table, you turned your focus back to Steven. “Wow, you really like my tits in this dress.”

Steven glared at you.

“Sorry, I didn’t think it’d make you this frustrated,” you apologized. “I thought we could use a break from the baby talk of it all, concentrate on the two of us, remind you of the person who made you and the other boys want to have Nyla in the first place.”

He took your hand. “You look bloody gorgeous, and yes those were quite instrumental in creating Nyla if I recall correctly.”

“I can run back home and get a sweater,” you offered, “if they’re too distracting.”

Steven squeezed your hand and rumbled, “Don’t you dare.”

“Then you’ll behave yourself?”

Steven sent you a mischievous smirk and a shrug.

And for the majority for the meal, he did. While it was impossible for your conversation not to include Nyla, you two did manage to discuss other topics. Steven got your thoughts on the changes he was thinking of making to his course at UCL for the fall semester, you mentioned a new restaurant you wanted to try, and the both of you brainstormed baby-friendly places to spend Steven’s fall holiday if Marc and Jake’s schedules also allowed.

Throughout the meal however, you noticed Steven barely touched his tea. That was odd for him, since he downed no less than six cups a day.

“Hon, are you alright?” You inquired after Alex cleared your plates and settled the bill.

“Never better, why?”

“You had like two sips of your tea,” you noted, “What, did they change their stock?”

“No,” Steven replied without elaborating.

“Then what is it? “

“It’s the creamer,” he confessed with a suggestive look in his eye. “I’ve developed a taste for something a little sweeter.”

You felt yourself flush. “Steven,” you warned him.

“Come on, babe,” he pleaded, “you can’t wear that dress and expect me to wait until tonight.”

He had a point. You’d spent all of lunch teasing him. “But where would we go?”

“Bathroom.”

“Together?”

“You go first, I’ll follow you and knock three times so you know it’s me” he instructed. “Then if anyone asks, I’ll say you’re having ‘a new mother moment’.”

“What the hell is ‘a new mother moment’?”

“Dunno, but no one will ask anything more if I tell them that.”

“We can’t get caught, I really like this place, Steven,” you cautioned, “I don’t want Alex and the staff here thinking we’re perverts.”

“I don’t think anyone will blame me after seeing you parade around in this little dress all afternoon,” Steven pointed out. “Besides, that’s up to you darling, as my mouth will be occupied.”

You cursed the hot shiver that slid down your spine at his words. You rose from the table. “Five minutes.”

Steven nodded, a tad too emphatically.

“Be cool!” you whisper-yelled before disappearing inside the cafe.

Thankfully it was a small bistro, so they had only one bathroom, so Steven couldn’t accidentally get the wrong door, plus the lunch rush was over, which reduced your chances of being interrupted.

You locked the door behind you, and found yourself giddily pacing the length of the small loo. After checking your reflection in the mirror, you planned how you wanted Steven to find you.

You decided to keep your chest covered for now and let your husband ‘unwrap his prize’ so to speak, so you opted to step out of your knickers and tuck them into your purse. Next, you hiked up the skirt of your dress and began touching yourself. Fuck, you were wet. Maybe this little rendezvous wasn’t only for Steven’s benefit.

Three raps on the door sounded and you lunged to open it as quickly as possible and resume the lascivious tableau you’d created for Steven to discover you in. You managed to swing it, sinking down on the closed toilet seat and fondling your pussy while Steven slipped in and locked the door behind him.

“Shit,” Steven exhaled at the sight of you.

“You going to stand there all day and make me get myself off?” you challenged him with a playful lift of your brows.

Your husband pounced on you, caging you into his grasp and then drawing you into his lap, where you could feel his already throbbing erection. He yanked down the straps of your dress as once, your tits tumbling into view, already dribbling from your lust. He dove right into your cleavage, his tongue tracing the rivulets of milk that had trickled down your skin.

Meanwhile, you made quick work of his belt and fly, eagerly fishing Steven’s length out of his boxer-briefs and giving him a few tugs. You took a moment when you lined yourself up to sink down on his cock, slipping his head back and forth to feel your slick.

“Were you not wearing knickers this entire time?” Steven asked before latching onto a nipple.

“Maybe, maybe not,” you hedged, figuring that the ambiguity would only rile him up more.

He groaned deeply around your tit when you sank down on him, while you bit your lip to muffle your own moan. You two worked in tandem to draw your bodies together, the force of your coupling causing Steven to have to pull off of your breast. That didn’t stop him from drinking from you however, he simply grabbed both of your tits and contracted his hands to spray your nectar into his mouth.

It was Steven’s new favorite thing. He liked to switch, drinking a splash from each nipple, and you were a fan of this technique too, since it meant he could talk dirty to you while he consumed you.

“Taste so good,” he mumbled after swallowing a squirt. “Ugh, wanna milk these jugs into a glass so I can have you anytime.”

You dug your fingers deeper into the meat of Steven’s shoulders and keened. This was some of his naughtiest stuff yet. Getting off on the impropriety of your situation seemed to be doing the trick for both of you today.

“So bad daddy,” you gave it right back to him. “Looking at my titties all while I’m trying to eat, thinking about eating me.”

“Don’t play innocent,” he retorted. “Stuffing your big boobs into this flimsy dress. I know exactly what you were trying to do to me. Is that what you wanted? For me to pound my cock into you while I suckle at your tits?”

He punctuated his question by doing just that, flicking his tongue over one of your weeping nipples and latched on to coax your milk into his mouth faster.

“Yesssssss,” you moaned. You added a swivel to your hips for good measure. “Ohhh I wanna come.”

“Yeah? Then rub that little bud of yours, come all over my cock,” he provoked you.

You did just as he said, maneuvering your hand around his that were still attached to your boobs and worked frenzied circles over your clit. Your release hit you less than a minute later, your fingers providing the last push over the edge, where the novelty of the location and desperation for each other had brought you there quicker than usual.

You kept impaling yourself on your husband’s dick. He was close too, you could tell from the little cries he let out around your breasts that took on a borderline forlorn tone, as if Steven didn’t want to come yet, he didn’t quite want your fucking to be over.

Steven was no match for the heat of your cunt and the sweet creaminess of your teats however. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you even closer to him, and planting his face in between your boobs as his cock gushed inside you.

A few moments of silence transpired between the pair of you, save for your heavy breathing, then Steven slowly and gently extracted himself from your core.

“I can’t believe no one interrupted us,” you marveled.

Steven nodded from where he stood by the sink to wet paper towels to clean you both up. “Lucky, innit?”

“Thank you honey,” you said softly when we passed you paper towels for your breasts and slit. “We should be getting back.”

You tried to think of something else to say, but when you and Steven looked at each other, the two of you simply burst into a fit of giggles in disbelief over what you’d just done.

“You could ask me for anything now and I’d say yes, I reckon,” your husband joked while you two switched spots in the small bathroom. You checked your appearance, smoothed down your hair, and prayed that people wouldn’t be able to see how fucked out you felt.

“You and the other boys already gave me everything I could ever want,” you turned away from the mirror to gaze straight at Steven. “A beautiful, healthy baby, and a trio of loving fathers to raise her with.”

“Awwww, darling–”

“Jewelry would also be nice,” you swiftly added. You found the idea of a “push present” too transactional, having a baby was both your and your husband’s idea thank you very much, and you knew what you were signing up for. In fact, you’d fiercely wanted it. But something sparkly had caught your attention recently. “There’s this stunning gem bracelet I saw on the Tiffany website that would go great with my eyes. I’ll send you the link.”

Steven rose from the toilet seat and crowded in behind you. He sprinkled a few kisses on your neck, then locked eyes with your reflection. “Whatever you want.”

***

Marc and Jake didn’t protest when Steven mentioned he purchased you the Tiffany bracelet, work had been steady for all three of them, and you had a solid maternity leave package.

“Besides, think of how much we’ve saved on groceries now that every night Steven eats local for dessert,” Marc quipped.

Steven had fucked you in full view of the mirror to get back at him for that, using every trick in his book to show how much you enjoyed him enjoying your body.

Though drinking from your tits didn’t really appeal to Marc (truthfully he had no qualms with it, despite an offhand joke here and there), Jake was different. He hadn’t forgotten the look of elation you wore on your face that time he watched you and Steven fucking while he tasted you.

His chance came a week after your parents had left. Nyla was soundly settled into her sleep schedule, and things didn’t feel quite as chaotic as they had when you first brought you little bundle of joy home. You two were lying on the couch, watching a trashy reality show after folding a load of laundry while Nyla napped.

“Ugh, shit,” you swore, seemingly out of nowhere.

Jake clicked off the TV. “You okay querida?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I leaked again,” you took the pads out of your bra. Jake couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “I’m just pissed because I thought I was done with this.”

“Lo siento, mami.”

You rose from the couch.

“Where are you going?”

“To take a shower,” you told him. “Warm water helps ease the ache.”

Jake caught your hand. “Wait.”

“What?”

“No”, Jake barked at his reflection on the dormant television screen, then furrowed his brow. You recognized it as the look he made when he tried to stave off a switch, “I want to help.”

“You do?” you asked carefully. “You do know what Steven usually does to relieve the pressure?”

“Si mami,” he reiterated. “I figure if Steven likes it, why wouldn't !?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe because I’ve seen you eat two burgers in one sitting and Steven’s a vegan?”

Jake waved a hand as if to swat the implication away. “That’s different.”

You weren’t convinced. “How so?”

“Because Steven and I share a taste for you.”

“Okay,” you watched him cautiously as you sat back down, “We can stop if it’s too weird for you.”

“Please,” Jake scoffed, climbing over you and pinning you down onto the cushions. “They’re your tetas and they’re still so big. And you know I’m the kinkiest one out of all of us.”

“Bien bien Papi,” you surrendered. “Show me what you got.”

Your husband hastily rid you of your clothes. When his mouth first made contact with your pearly nipple, a hearty groan resonated in his chest. He’d held the warm, heavy weight of your post-baby tits many a time, but this was something entirely different.

“Mmm, mamacita, su leche es tan dulce,” he switched to the other peak, already getting drunk off your milk, “no wonder Steven didn’t want to share.”

***

Your family’s fall holiday came together more smoothly than you’d anticipated. Steven’s students were on holiday, Jake took time off from the limo company he owned, and Marc was between consulting jobs.

You were still on maternity leave, but planned on returning to your job in the new year. This time was precious - it felt like the end of a chapter, the last hurrah, the eve of “what comes next”.

So you and the boys rented a seaside cottage in Cornwall. Though you were anxious about Nyla and the four-hour car trip, she was a champ. It turned out that Jake was the one you needed to worry about, nearly veering off the road when he caught a glimpse of you feeding Nyla in the backseat. Apparently your daughter wasn’t the only one who’d gotten hungry.

It was past the busy season, so the little village you were staying in was quiet, exactly what you’d all wanted. You pushed Nyla’s stroller around the sleepy high street, hoping the serene location would ease the blow of what you needed to discuss with Steven.

“Solid foods.”

“Yes,” you confirmed, “We’ve waited long enough to start her on them. I don’t want her to fall behind “

“So no more breastfeeding,” Steven spoke slowly, deliberately.

“Yeah.” you tried to soften the blow. “But not right away, it’s a process.”

Steven looked at you like a kicked puppy, but ultimately he wanted what was best for his daughter. Trying to look on the bright side, he remarked “Well, there’s always the next one.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, storminess flickering behind your eyes. “This one–” you pointed to Nyla, “--needs to be potty-trained and eating solid foods before any of you–” you jabbed your finger at him “--in there can even begin to think about the next one.”

Steven immediately squeaked out a “Yes ma’am.”

“I freaked out,” you acknowledged. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright love,” Steven comforted you, affectionately bumping his shoulder with yours. “You have to do the hard bit after all. Feels like it goes without saying, but we don’t want another until you’re ready.”

“I know,” you exhaled. “It’s been a lot. And as only you could, you turned my struggle with breastfeeding Nyla into a way for us to celebrate being new parents, when it could’ve sent me straight off the deep end. I can’t tell you how much it means…I was so self-conscious about my body after giving birth, and you–Jake and Marc too–but you especially made me feel desirable when I was afraid I never would again.”

Steven drew you into a misty-eyed kiss. “I will always desire you. If anything, your post-pregnancy self is the hottest version of you so far.”

You preened from his praise. “You’re a good man, Steven.”

The week you were spending on the coast also marked your anniversary with Steven (each alter had their own “relationship anniversary” with you, though the four of you shared your wedding date).

As gracious as he’d been earlier, you knew Steven was gutted about you weaning Nyla off the boob, so you intended to do something special for him that night.

You knew he’d spoil you, and your husband didn’t disappoint. Steven ordered takeaway from one of the nicer restaurants in town, setting up a candlelit dinner in your AirBnb cottage so you two could commemorate the evening without having to leave your daughter with a sitter. The Tiffany earrings that matched your bracelet though were a pleasant surprise though.

For your gift, you’d encased his favorite photo of him and Nyla in a frame where you also made imprints of her little hands and feet.

“For your desk at uni,” you’d elucidated when he unwrapped it.

“Darling,” he whispered in awe.

Steven’s dinner also included a bottle of very nice wine, which led to you making out like randy teenagers on the couch after your meal.

“Are you ready for part two of your present?” you queried breathlessly.

Steven looked up from the spot on your neck he’d been nibbling on. “There’s a part two?”

You assured him with a flirty little nod. “See, there is one more thing I want you to do to me while I still have these.” You grasped your tits and pushed them together with your palms.

Your husband’s eyes widened and his hips jerked underneath you. “What is it?”

Instead of answering, you climbed off of him and led him to the bedroom. Your gaze kept dropping to the tent Steven’s turgid cock made in the dad-trousers he wore long before Nyla had been born. You found the view just as lewd as it was invigorating.

Once you hopped back on the bed, you ordered Steven not to move a muscle, and peeled off the rather modest loose-fitting dress you’d worn for dinner to reveal the lingerie you sported underneath. The skimpy set consisted of a mostly sheer bustier that embraced just how obscenely big your boobs remained and a tiny, strappy thong.

Your husband’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “Fucking hell, babe. You look incredible.”

“I was hoping you’d have that reaction,” your voice was lilting. “Now remember, stay there, and no touching”

“What are you going to do?” he whispered with a mix of crippling arousal and a perhaps a hint of fear.

You palmed your mounds once again, squeezing them to urge more milk to spew from your teats. Breathy little gasps and sighs stuttered out from your lips as you soaked the thin mesh of your bustier, you wanted to put on a show for him.

Steven’s hand crept down to his crotch but before it could reach its destination you snapped, “Hey! I said no touching.”

“I thought you meant you,” he whined.

“Nope,” you quipped, popping the ‘p’. “You’ll get your chance soon.”

“When?”

“Hmmm,” you glanced down at your chest and rib cage that was now bathed in your own milk. “Think I’m slippery enough?”

“Uh huh,” came Steven’s articulate reply.

“Okay then,” you leaned your arms back on the bed, “Now fuck my tits.”

Steven’s knees threatened to give out. He caught himself and what he said next was a bigger surprise than the earrings. “Alright, mommy. But I wanna get my prick wet in your pussy before I stick it between your knockers.”

It was your turn for your jaw to drop. Where the hell had sweet Steven gone and how did he learn to talk like this? Two could play that game. You fiddled with the straps of thong. “Then come over here and move these panties out of the way.”

Steven jumped you, knocking you back on the bed, too impatient to get inside you to properly deal with your scanty underwear so he did exactly as you’d prodded, he pushed the crotch of your thong aside and sunk two fingers into your sopping pussy.

They went in without much resistance, thus Steven only felt the need to drive them into you a few times, curling them against your g-spot for good measure. He licked off the residue of your desire from his digits and proceeded to tear at his own clothes until he was naked.

His eyes were wild, wilder than you’d ever seen them, as Steven notched the head of his angry-looking erection at the opening of your cunt and sheathed himself in one fluid stroke. You cried out while Steven groaned, your husband wasting no time to start hammering into you.

Every forceful push of his hips punched a “uh” from you, his unrelenting pace stringing them together in quick succession. He couldn’t stop watching your tits swing freely and the copious amounts of milk spill from them. His orgasm mounted in his groin sooner than expected, which propelled him to wrench his dick from your folds and grip the base tightly. Steven wasn’t coming anywhere except your tits.

“Ready, baby?” he asked, his voice gravel as he clumsily scooted up your body to straddle your bosom.

“Please daddy.”

Steven advanced with a goddamn growl, positioning his cock between your milky tits and plunging his length in between them as you held your breasts together. It was nasty, your milk mingling with your juices and his precum, all spread across the expanse of your chest.

Yet the years of love and trust you and Steven had fostered with one another allowed you both to succumb to the kinkiness of the sex you were having without shame. It had taken a hell of a lot of communication and vulnerability for you to get to here, so yeah, you were going to revel in the slick sound Steven’s cock made as it slipped between your tits, the way his face was contorted with pleasure and concentration, how his hands had fallen on top of yours to create the suffocating channel for him to fuck his rock-hard length through.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you realized this meant you were going to have to be this slutty for all of your husbands’ anniversaries, but the thought was kicked out of your consciousness when Steven removed his hands from the top of yours to pluck at your nipples.

A primal sound of pleasure tore from your throat that also ignited your competitive streak. You tilted your neck up and opened your mouth so that the tip of Steven’s cock could brush against your tongue on every drive of his pelvis.

The kitten licks were what did him in, Steven orgasmed with a roar and raised himself higher on his knees at the last possible second to paint your boobs with his seed.

“Oh. My. Days.” Each word required their own breath from your winded husband, now speaking his normal register once again.

“Yeah,” was all your scrambled brain could add before you tried to squirm away from Steven’s tongue on your sternum.

“Please, love,” he nuzzled the one patch of skin on your torso that wasn’t doused in some form of bodily fluid. “Wanna taste us.”

“Fine,” you submitted. “Be grateful I can’t move.”

Steven hummed happily, getting a total of three sweeps of his tongue across your torso before Nyla’s fussing echoing down the cottage’s small hallway.

“Perfect timing, as always,” you groused.

“Ehh, she could've announced herself a lot sooner,” Steven countered. “Hey, you didn’t come.”

There was your Steven, ever the gentleman and egalitarian in the sack. “Honey, if you go take care of her and let me shower right now, we can call it even.”

He pecked your cheek and hopped to. “Only if you let me make a cup of tea too.”

“‘Kay,” you said as he pulled on his, well technically Marc’s, boxers and headed toward the door. You, on the other hand, set yourself the task of maneuvering to the en-suite without dripping everywhere and being kicked off of AirBnb.

“Hon?’ you looked to where Steven watched you from the doorway, ignoring Nyla’s fussing for one more minute. “You sure you’re alright?”

“I am sweetheart,” you assured him. “My pussy’s going to be wet for days after this.”

Steven grinned, remarkably sweetly for a man who’d just come all over your chest. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” you parroted.

Read the follow up fics : Close Encounters of the Maternal Kind and First

A/N: Writes nearly 10,000 words of lactation kink and *takes myself to horny jail*. Thank you so much for reading and please feel free to let me know if you enjoyed!

Also I wrote this in less than a week, isn’t that terrifying?! Leave it to the moon boys to inspire my to write obscenely long and dirty fics.

My weird little headcanon on the reader and Nyla’s surnames are the on paper and official documents, you use Spector, but casually and in social situations you use the last name of whoever’s fronting.

Translations:

Pendejo - Stupid/Idiot

Querida - dear

Lo siento mami - I’m sorry, mommy

Si mami - Yes mommy

Tetas - tits

Bien bien Papi - okay, okay Daddy

mamacita, tu leche es tan dulce - little mama, your milk is so sweet

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gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Author’s Note: tried to write these a lil silly, a tad awkward, and very sweet. 🥰

gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Word Count: ~1,700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: This may be a silly request. I decided to knit my boyfriend a sweater and like I tried my best but when I gave it to him he thought I bought it and went on about how I should return it because it looked awful and was laughing. I didn’t have the heart to say I did it and it shattered my heart 🥲Is it possible you could write a lil something of how the hashira men react to an f reader giving them a sweater they made for them? I feel silly requesting something so dorky.

~faqs~

Will it fit? is Gyomei’s first concern as his fingers peruse the fuzzy material shoved shyly into his awaiting hands

—HEHEHE 😏

—Will it fit? 😏😏

—Why do I always get struck by Horny Cupid™ whenever I hc for Gyomei? 🥲

—The man’s a stud 😏😏😏

—That’s why 😌

—Anyway

He doesn’t recall you asking to take his measurements

But then he remembers how often you borrow his clothes

#you don’t need to ask

#it’s OUR closet tyvm 😃

“What’s the occasion?” he questions softly, slipping off his current shirt in favor of trying on his new sweater

—HELLO ABS 😳🫠

—Nothing wrong w/ your partner undressing in front of you, nothing at all 🫢

“Y’know you can wear it over a shirt, right?”

So sue you if you’re suddenly a tad breathless 😅

Gyomei smirks at the hitch in your voice

He’s onto us you 😵‍💫

“I thought you’d be more appreciative of my method.” 😎

—Hrr 🥵

“Does it fit?”

“You tell me,” he chuckles, “Does it look okay? I’m not bursting at the seams?”

*cue unapologetic glance downward*

“N-nope, not bursting at the seams.” 🙃

“I’ll wear it,” he promptly answers your silently hovering question, “I’m honored by the time and effort you put into this gift. Thank you.”

“How honored?” you squeak

“Extremely,” as he reaches for your face, his mouth curving into a gentle smile as you settle your jaw into his cupped palms, “You are simply the best.”

He kisses your nose knowing it’ll make you giggle ☺️

“I can’t accept this.”

Help this man

Obanai is already a tomato 🍅

Say something nice, and he might just squirt 😃

“What is that supposed to mean?” you huff, eyes narrowed at his immediate rejection of your hard work

“I don’t deserve it!” ☹️

“The hell you don’t deserve? Is my effort not worthy of your wear? Am I not worthy of you?”

You don’t mean to play dirty or harshly, but c’mon

Immediate rejection of a gift stings, yanno? 😕

“No, no, no, your effort is more than worthy! Too worthy! I just-”

Obanai shuts up, grabs the sweater, and tugs it over his head in one only slightly tangled motion

“CnIhvesumhep?” comes his garbled voice from somewhere inside the sweater

Rolling your eyes, you guide the collar around the top of his head, exasperated smile tugging at the corner of your mouth when his head finally pops through

“I graciously accept your gift,” he mumbles 😅

“Yeah?” you smirk, arms crossing, “That was so gracious of you.”

Pouting, he flicks your forehead faster than you can step back, cheeks dusted rose as he murmurs, “I’m working on it.” 🥺

You vow then and there to shower your sheepish, brilliant man in more gifts, more often

Nothing like a lil exposure therapy to quicken his progress 😇

(ofc, you don’t go too overboard, bc respecting his boundaries and comfort is foremost)

“I love it!” Kyojuro declares, dazzling grin on his face, eyes wide with delight as he hugs the sweater to his chest ❤️‍🔥

“You haven’t even tried it on!” you giggle, shoving playfully at his bicep, “If it doesn’t fit, then I can make adjustments.”

“If it is too small for me, then you are welcome to keep it for yourself, and I will commission you to make me a bigger, matching one!”

You blink once, twice

He really likes it that much?

“Is this you being generous, or sincere?” you ask, not unkindly

“I am being both!”

Damn his beautiful, brain-slowing smile 😭

What were you about to say? 🙃

“What if it’s too big?”

“Then I will be all the more cozy, and I will still commission you to make yourself a matching, oversized sweater!”

“If you’re so interested in wearing matching clothes, then you could just say so,” you snort, cheeks warming at the sight of Kyojuro’s skin peeking out from under his shirt 🫢

(bc he did the whole arms-raising-to-put-on-the-sweater-and-oop-there’s-his-sexy-midriff thing)

“I am interested in supporting you and your creative ventures!” striking a pose, “This might be the most comfortable sweater I have ever owned!” 🤗

“You’re exaggerating.” 🥴

“Perhaps,” he admits, closing the gap between your skepticism and his enthusiasm, lips planted firmly on your forehead, “But I meant it when I said I love it, and it fits perfectly fine.” 🥰

“Is this homemade?” he demands

… 😬

“Yes, Sanemi.”

“I can tell.”

Oof 🥲

But he puts it on faster than your embarrassment can react

“It fits,” in his typical gruff-w/-hint-of-pride/affection tone

—Truth be told, he didn’t expect it to fit 💀

He makes sure to wear it at least once a week

Informs you about all the compliments it receives

(you can trust he isn’t lying bc he gets flustered and grumpy)

Doesn’t tell you about how he ~mildly threatens anyone who dares to even glance at it oddly 😃

Maybe it’s not his favorite sweater, but you’re his favorite person 💞

Sanemi’d never tell you this lest you took advantage, but: he’d swap out his entire wardrobe (and that includes his expensive items) for clothes handmade by you and only you 🥺

If you so desired to make him an entire new wardrobe, that is 😆

#he’d pay you, ofc #and he’d only miss his grey sweatpants ~a lil 😏 #emphasis on grey sweatpants 😏

—I need help

“I have a gift for you too,” Muichiro smiles, ears pink, nose crinkled happily

“Oh?”

“It’s not much,” as he wiggles into the sweater, “But it reminded me of you,” rushing off to fetch his present

“Tada!” he returns moments later, a mug cradled carefully against his chest, “I found it at a thrift shop.” 😁

Its coloring reminds you of the ocean after a storm, large and tall with a thick handle, textured sides providing dimension and uniqueness 🌊

“I thought you said we didn’t need more mugs,” you manage to mumble, cheeks already beginning to hurt from how widely you’re smiling 🥺🥰

“We don’t,” he shrugs, entirely unbothered, “But I’ll always need your happiness, and this makes you happy.”

It does 💓

—As a mug hoarder, Muichiro’s hcs are only ~very self indulgent of me 🤪

“You haven’t told me what you think about my gift to you!”

“It’s a bit tight around the shoulders, but the overall construction is phenomenal.” 👌

“I can adjust it.” 😅

“Yes please. I’ll wear it plenty if it fits properly.” 👍

Forwardness may not feel uber romantic, but well meaning honesty warms your heart all the same 😌

“It’s not holiday season,” Giyuu tilts his head, brow furrowed 🤨

“Are you calling it ugly?” you scowl, lips pursed, “Sweaters aren’t specifically for the holidays, Giyuu, they’re good for layering and style,” eyes narrowing, “Although perhaps the issue here is your overall lack of style?” 😐

“I’m not calling it ugly,” he deadpans, lump in his throat when he notices how shiny your eyes are, “Are you going to cry?” 😳

“NO.” 😖😢

“I’m not calling it ugly!” more urgent now, his expression softening as cool fingers brush gently against your cheek, “I suppose I do lack… style,” gruff tone coaxing a watery smile from you, “Will I regret asking for your expertise?” 😶🫶

“Maaaybe,” you finally crack an exuberant grin, turning your head to press a tender kiss into his palm, “There are a lot of rules.” 😃

“A lot of…” doing his best to conceal his noticeable grimace, “Rules?”

“There’re three main facets of fashion: comfort, utility, and just because.”

“Just because?” 🤔

—Confused Giyuu is my fave Giyuu teehee 😇

—Also: take my fashion ~advice w/ a grain of salt

—My main concern is color coordination

—Beyond that, I’m (almost) as oblivious/do-not-care as Giyuu 😂

“Sweatshirt and sweatpants combo? Comfort. Raincoat and rain boots when it’s raining? Utility. Athletic gear while working out? Utility. The incredible sweater I painstakingly made for you? Comfort and just because.”

Amusement flickers in his gaze as understanding slowly dawns 👀

“And what about pajamas?”

“Comfort and utility.”

“And,” his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “Nude?” 🫢

“All three,” you wink, “Especially if it involves both of us in bed.”

Giyuu may lack style, but he does not lack the ability to end up in bed—nude—w/ you 😵‍💫😈😉

Tengen: Does it light up? 🧐

Suma: It’s gorgeous! 😍 *squeals excitedly*

You: Excuse me? 😐

Tengen: *pondering* Can you add glitter? 🤔

Hina: Tengen… 😕

Tengen: Don’t get me wrong! I love the design, and the fit is comfortable, but-

Makio: Did you not notice the interwoven tinsel yarn?

Tengen: *huffs* Is that what’s so itchy? 😒

You: TENGEN. 😑

Tengen: *pouts* I have sensitive breasts. 😞

You: *scowling* So wear a damn shirt underneath it.

Tengen: *wistful sigh* But then your love and affection won’t directly touch my skin. 🥺

Suma: Ooh babe, could you make me one next? ☺️ *bambi eyes*

Makio: Hold up, ME next! 😁 *gripping your hand*

Hina: *patiently* I’d love one too, please and thank you. 😇

Tengen: One of you could have mine, and then I could get a new one that doesn’t irritate my br-

Everyone sans Tengen: TENGEN! 😡

Hina: Be grateful, not greedy!

Makio: Shut up about your breasts.

Suma: I’ll take yours, and give it the appreciation and attention it deserves!

Tengen: *thoroughly berated* Thank you [y/n], I apologize for my insensitivity and selfishness. 😓

You: *amused* *Makio is tucked into your left side* *Suma into your right* Is it truly that itchy?

Tengen: *quietly* No.

You: I’ll make sweaters as your birthday gifts, does that seem fair enough? 💝

Makio: *thinking hard* Fine.

Suma: *wetly smooches your cheek* Perfect! Thank you!

Hina: If you wouldn’t mind teaching me, then I’d be content to make my own. *eyeing Makio, Suma, and Tengen* You already have your hands full, after all. 😝

You: *giggling* *meanwhile, the aforementioned trio glare @ Hina* It’d be my pleasure. 🫶

Tengen: Alright, alright, group hug! 😤

You: *cooing* Aww, do you feel left o-

Tengen: *proceeds to squish you, Hina, Makio, and Suma into a gigantic hug* *aka he most certainly does feel left out* 🙄💗

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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babyjakes · 5 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | massage

pairing | massage therapist!andy barber x reader

warnings | andy’s soooo soft and sweet <3. err, some sort of violation of massage therapy ethics lol. me kind of not knowing how a massage works. my shameless hand kink. fingering. praising/encouragement. squirting. he cleans her up after :)

word count | 897

an | big thankyou to @starksbabie for letting me ask weird questions about massage practices lol. sorry if this still didn’t seem realistic, i’ve never had a massage before 😭

okay but 😳 getting a massage from andy? 😏

he’s a professional ofc!! recommended to you by a friend who’s noticed how tense and stressed you’ve been lately. “he’s the best, those hands are magic!”

he’s got a little private office built off of his home. he greets you when you arrive, guiding you back into the private room with the table. “go ahead and undress for me, honey. hop up and lay on your back when you’re ready; you can cover yourself with the sheet if you like.” he gives you a few minutes of privacy to let you do as he instructed. all you can think about is how handsome he is 🥲 your friend should’ve warned you this guy’s a total dilf lol

he comes back in and dims the lights, making his outline just barely visible against the few dull lamps stationed around the room. washes his hands at the sink in the corner before coming to stand at your side, pumping some oil onto his large hands. he can see you’re trembling a little 🥺

“easy sweetheart, just relax. i’ll be gentle, i promise.” his voice is so soothing and warm, it’s hard not to trust him

he starts things out innocent enough, moving the sheet and working your calves and around your knees. murmuring soothing words as he notes your jumpiness, “deep breaths, good.” “that feel okay?” “a little tight here, honey. let’s see if we can help with that-” his hands are so strong yet gentle 💕

he gradually works his way up to your thighs. the outsides first, then the tops. you try your best to fight off any inappropriate thoughts or feelings, but there’s just something about his dark figure towering over you, his massive hands, his low, soothing voice…

“gonna open up your legs a bit, princess. you’ve got some tightness here,” you jump as his long fingers are trailing to the insides of your thighs. he opens them just a few inches at first, guiding your knees to fall apart. you’re glad the room is so dark; you’re sure you’re making the most humiliating faces at this point 🥲 he works at your sore inner thighs as you try to ignore the fact that your bare pussy is now on display for his trained eyes and hands

he makes his way up to the tender space where your legs meet your groin. a whimper escapes your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks

he pauses. “sweetheart.” his voice is so dangerously low, with just a hint of tentativeness. he takes a deep breath, exhaling audibly before continuing. “i wanna help you, baby. will you let me?” his hands are guiding your knees further apart, hooking them over each side of the table to let your calves dangle down towards the floor.

you close your eyes, trying not to let your voice tremble as you give a soft, “mhm,” nodding your head. it’s all the answer he needs

he pumps some more oil onto his hands, warming them gently for a few moments before returning to the side of the table. you can just barely see his form leaning down a bit to get as good of a view as he can. his hands are careful as they land on either side of your needy cunt. you don’t get to see the smile spreading across his face as he catches a glimpse of your wetness, shining subtly in the darkness

he uses one large hand to part your pussy lips, the other dragging a few fingers up through your puddle. he hums in approval as your body jerks sensitively. he strokes the pads of his fingers broadly over your clit for a few moments, paying attention to how your body responds. when your knees shake and your little feet kick gently, he moves to press two fingers up into your soaking hole as the others continue on your burning button

“keep breathing for me, baby. that feel good?” you offer a mumbled confirmation, your head nodding almost desperately as his strong digits stretch you out. the sensation of fullness almost does you in alone- and then he starts pumping his fingers into you, curling them ever-so-slightly up to reach your sweet spot

you let out some mixture between a moan and a cry, your hips bucking up instinctively to match his pace. “good, that’s good, honey. keep going for me, that’s it…” he forces your mound back with his fingers, swirling his thumb quicker over your hardened nub. “come on, baby. give it to me, almost there…”

you come right on his fingers with a string of jumbled cries. “goood,” he croons, keeping up his pace to coax your orgasm out of you. he smiles as he feels you squirting out against his hands before things finally begin to ease up

he slows to a gentle stop, reaching for a towel with one hand as he continues stroking your inner thigh with the other. after wiping off the mess you made from his fingers, he gently moves to find something to clean you off with, turning the lights up a little to make the room more visible

“feeling better?” he asks when he returns to your side. you just nod pathetically, a sweet look of humiliation settling on your face as he gets to cleaning you up 😌

#eun's writing #kinkmas 2023 #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber smut #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #andy barber one shot #andy barber imagine #andy barber drabble #andy barber blurb #andy barber headcanon #defending jacob #defending jacob fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut

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insomniakisses · 1 year

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Jealous Sex

^ I couldnt choose one 🫢😳

Character: Hayley Marshall (Werewolf)

Reader Type: fem, omega

Warnings/Notes: werewolfs, jealousy, NSFW themes, omegaverse, smut, breeding kink, choking

“I’m not a jealous person!”

You simply laughed at the annoyed expression of Hayley’s face, the two of you have been having the same feud for the last ten minutes. The werewolf being absolutely certain she was never jealous or possessive in any way something u knew to be a lie.

You can vividly remember her almost attacking Rebekah for simply complementing your outfit. Having had to pull her away and sit in her lap and make out with her to calm her down.

“Sureee you’re not,” Kissing ur girlfriend’s cheek you chuckled at her eye roll and then your eyes locked on a certain blonde original and you got an idea.

Smirking you sauntered over to her, grabbing her arm as you spoke to her. Hyper aware of hayley’s eyes on you so you decided to set your plan into action, giving bekah a play along look to which she smirked at.

She started flirting with you, both of u feeling hayley’s gaze and knowing with her wolf hearing she could hear everything, with this knowledge you couldn’t help but push further and giggle at her. Following it by getting impossibly close to her and tracing her face calling her such a beautiful alpha, before a deep growl was heard next to you.

You didn’t need to look to know it was hayley, having been with her long enough to be able to distinguish any noise that she lets out. You smile up at her.

“Thought u didn’t get jealous?”

Theres a smugness to your words that just infuriates her further. She doesn’t respond verbally, and simply grabs your arm and drags you into your room and you don’t get a word in before shes slamming u against the now closed door. Her hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

She stares at you then, eyes yellow and jaw clenched her whole being radiating her jealousy. Its still then, neither of you making any movement and not a sound in the room until you let out a small whine that makes her smirk a small chuff coming from her in amusement.

“So thats what you wanted, eh? For your alpha to dominate you and throw you around?”

She talks deep and low, punctuating her words with open mouth kisses and small nips to your neck humming in appreciation when your head tilts to give her more room.

In a swift movement her lips are on yours and shes tugging your clothing off and walking you towards the bed. backing you up until you fall on to it, before she pulls away. She coos in fake sympathy when you reach out to her at the loss of contact. She makes quick work of undressing before shes climbing onto the bed and hovering over you.

“Hayley-“

“Who?” She growls out, jaw clenched and eyes hard.

“Daddy~” it comes out as a whine, and it makes it harder for her to resist giving in to you right then. But no this is a punishment and she needs you to know that.

Grabbing your chin she makes you look at her her pulling your lip down with her thumb she stares at you like a wild animal about to devour a feast.

Reaching down she runs her cock against your core, gathering the wetness on her tip with a groan.

“So wet for me baby” she hums in appreciation.

Grabbing your legs she pushes them against your chest, steadying her hands either side of you as she pushes in. Locking you into a mating press as she bottoms out, her cock filling you till her tip kisses your cervix.

She groans deeply, almost a growl, when she pulls out before slamming her hips down again filling you once more. Not caring for your pleas she sets a rough fast pace, abusing your hole with every thrust.

“B-baby- Ple-ease” you stutter between moans as she bites into your neck, creating a fresh mark over her already faded mate mark that lays there.

“Your mine. Mine only” she growls against your neck, her pace quickening. “I’m going to show you that-“ she moans “y-your mine.”

You pull her closer by her neck, crashing your lips to hers as she thrusts her cock deep with a bruising speed. Moaning against her mouth when you feel her first load into you hot ropes filling you deep.

“You like that, hm?” She bites at your jaw “like me filling you deep, breeding you?” She hums against you thrusting extra harshly when you don’t give her a verbal answer. “Words. Use your words baby.”

“Y-yes! I love it, love you filling me up daddy!” Your words spurring her on she growls in delight when you cum.

“So good, taking your punishment so well,” she moans reaching down to choke you slightly, her other hand reaching down to pinch and rub at your clit.

“mm fuck!” You rasp out as you cum again, her hips stuttering and eyes shutting as she unloads again.

Pulling out so only her tip remains inside she moves your legs to wrap around her waist, thrusting deep as your legs lock in place.

“One more baby” she answers your whines of over-sensitivity kissing and sucking at your chest as her hips thrust just as harshly as before her knot swelling to almost full capacity.

“Please! Knot me baby please-“ you whine, a whine she cant help coo at.

“Gonna give it baby” she gasps out rearing back she gives a harsh thrust her knot popping and locking into place as she bottoms out completely her tip pushing almost into your cervix.

“Fucking take it baby! Gonna give you pups” she shouts as her cum fills you again this load so much bigger and seems to fill your womb.

“Baby!” You yelp as another orgasm rips through you.

You feel soft kisses being placed against your neck as you come down from your high. Hayley taking a second to nuzzle at your cheek before speaking up, “You okay baby?”

“Didn’t expect you to go easy on me,” you laugh lightly “thought you were a big bad wolf”

She hums against you sharing your amusement, “I didn’t wanna break my little omega” she coos kissing your cheek softly as you roll your eyes.

A/n: Damn i suck at endings.

#the vampire diaries #the originals #Hayley #Hayley marshall #Hayley imagines #hayley x reader #hayley reactions #hayley marshall x reader #hayley marshall imagines #hayley marshall reactions #the originals imagines #the originals x reader #the originals reactions #the originals smit #the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries reactions #the vampire diaries smut

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burntb4bydoll · 11 months

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SIZE KINK WITH GEORG, SIZE KINK WITH GEORG, SIZE KINK WITG GEORG, SIZE KINK WITG GEORG, SIZE KINK WITH GEORG, SIZE KINK WITH GEORG

KSNDNWJWLAKEENW YESYESYESSYESHEHEHSH

Georg Listing x fem!reader

Warnings: major size kink duhh, a little choking, possessive Georg..😳🤭

The air in the room felt heavy as you watched Georg storm into the room over your shoulder. Confusion clouded your mind at his actions, had you done something wrong? From what you remember, you hadn’t done anything to piss him off. Up until you guys went out to the gas station to get some drinks, he had been in a perfectly normal mood. You turned your head back around and continued to lay on your shared bed, casually reading your book. After a minute or two you feel him grab onto your ankles and pull you down to the foot of the bed.

“Georg?! What are you doing?” You yelped, your book falling off the edge of the bed after you accidentally let go of it. His hips rest up against your ass and he leans down to lay his chest across your back. Your body was engulfed underneath his larger body. His hand comes up to gently grab you by the throat, squeezing the sides lightly.

“You look so cute today, so fucking cute.” You tilt your head to the side to look at him, and theres an unreadable expression on his face.

“Thank you… whats wrong? You’re acting weird..” he bites the inside of his cheek before leaning even closer to your face,

“That guy at the gas station seemed to think you were cute too, judging by the way he was eyefucking you. Did you not notice him flirting with you?” It suddenly clicked in your mind, Georg was jealous. Its rare that he gets jealous so you were definitely gonna take advantage of this.

“Oh, I didn’t notice..was too busy looking at you.” You knew exactly what he wanted to hear from you and you were gonna give it to him. He chuckled a little and stood back up, removing his hand from around your throat but leaving his hips resting on your backside.

“Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you. My good girl.” His hands massaged your clothed butt and trailed up to the waistband of your shorts. “Can I take these off, baby?” You gave him a nod and a hum of approval. Once he got your shorts off he noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath. “Oh? What a filthy girl. You were waiting for me to fuck your cute little cunt huh?” His fingers dove into your wetness and you gasped at the sudden intrusion.

“Mhm, wanted you all day..” your voice comes out hushed and he smiles at your reactions. His fingers push deeper into you, stretching you out even more. He had such big hands, they always left you fucked out and wanting more.

“Yeah I can tell. Your tiny cunts just sucking my fingers in. So wet too.” Hes mostly just talking to himself, observing your body and its reactions. Georg leans down and pulls your shirt over your head, then kisses down your spine. “God you look so small laying under me. You look so helpless and adorable.” Your walls clench around his fingers after hearing his voice, it always got deeper when he fucked you.

“Georg, I wanna look at you. Please?” He pulls his fingers out of you and sucks them clean, groaning at the taste. Your pleading was answered when he flipped your body onto your back easily. You arms instinctively wrap around his neck and you sit up a little to observe how he looks. His shoulders were so broad and his biceps were being restrained by his shirt. He noticed you staring and smirked.

“Whatcha looking at?” You knew he was just teasing but you wanted to boost his ego just a little more.

“You just look so good, Georg. You look so big…so strong.” Everyone knew that he loved the way his muscles looked, even if he never said it out loud. He lets out a grunt at your sweet words and pulls away from your body. You whine, missing his weight against you, but soon realize he only pulled away to undress himself quickly. Stepping back towards you, he uses one of his hands to push open your legs, and immediately starts to push into you. You whimper and try to push his hips away, not prepared to take him yet.

“Its ok, you can take it. Just relax.” You breathe heavily as he continues to push into you body, feeling your walls try to open up more to fit him inside. He caresses your cheek soothingly with his hand then cups your face, almost covering you mouth and nose due to his large palm. Once he fully enters you, he stays still for a moment, making you whine loudly. “Shh, I know baby. You’re just so tiny, gotta stretch you out for a second.”

“Georg.. feel you so deep. Feel so full…” you quiet mumbling quickly turned into loud moaning when he starts moving his hips to thrust in and out of you. He groans at your bodys tight grip on his dick and fucks you faster.

“God you’re squeezing me so tight. Your such a good girl, my good girl. Mine.” Obviously he’s still hung up on that random dude flirting with you and it makes you heart flutter. You run your hands through his hair and tug on it lightly to tear his gaze away from where your body’s are connected. Once his eyes meet yours, you lean forward to capture his lips in a loving kiss. He hums at your gentle touch, smiling into the sweet kiss you were giving him.

“I love you, Georg. Im all yours. I’ll always be yours.” His eyes close and he lets out a breathy whimper at your words. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. His hips pick up their pace and his hand moves to quickly play with your clit. Neither of you have to strength to keep yourselves quiet anymore, so the room fills with loud moaning and gasping. He can tell that you’re getting close and he knows he’s not gonna last much longer either.

“Come on baby, cum for me. Let me feel you squeeze me tighter, cmon.” His words send you over the edge and your body starts to shake as he continues to roughly slam into you. His moaning only gets louder as you feel him pull out and cum all over your cunt. Your head falls down onto the soft mattress, and you can feel sweat covering your body. He pushes his hair away from his face and laughs a little.

“Whats so funny?”

“You just look so fucked out right now.”

#georg listing x reader #georg listing smut #georg listing #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #gustav schafer x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #bill kaulitz smut

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lipglossanon · 3 months

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nice, possessive dogman leon?!?! i literally had to roll over and kick my legs reading your response pleaseee every single one has me giggling like crazy!! (੭ ˊ^ˋ)੭ ♡

just thinking about him being so desperate to scent mark you and refusing to let you go anywhere if you don’t have at least one article of his on your person makes me giddy! he needs to start taking things up with your owner, because he’s putting them to shame with how well he’s taking care of you!! (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

and the poor little puppy being soooo stuffed but still finding it in her to beg and plead for leon to give her more; you can take it, you promise! and leon always obliges, he’d never pass up an opportunity to fuck the best cunt he’s ever gotten his hands on again (≖ᴗ≖)

(i love coming to make a house in your ask box, i’m breaking in to spout nothing but nonsense about the dog! ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ)

; 🍁

AGDJVL 🤭 🙈 I love that you enjoy my silly thoughts so much 🥺

Scent mark! That’s the term I was looking for 😆 but it’s that 100%!! And if you’re out and about in public, Leon will make sure to scent you every hour on the hour just to keep his smell on you fresh 🤭

Ahhhhh 🙈 the begging!! 😳 Leon loves to make you beg but he’s such a pushover for you it really doesn’t take much for you to convince him to do anything 🤭

Like as soon as the owner leaves for the day, you’re pushing yourself into Leon’s space and asking him so sweetly if he’ll mount you on the couch right then and there. He teases you only a little bit (basically the time it takes to get you both undressed 😝) and then he’s leading you down onto the couch by your collar, pushing your face into the cushions as he kneels behind you to eat you out first 😵‍💫

And once you’re begging him to please fuck you, he’s moving up and pressing his cock into your soaked hole, bottoming out in no time and just rails into your pussy. The couch moves cause he’s fucking you so hard but neither of you care 🤭 and finally once he knots you, he’s grabbing your collar and raising you up until your back presses against his chest so he can whisper all the sweet praise right into your ear and keep you clenching down on his swollen cock 🥴

Sorry I got carried away again lmao

#ask box #🍁 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #dogman!leon #puppy!reader

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cressthebest · 7 days

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Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 19

chapter 33:

1. awwww being close to sirius again is the best part of reg’s life now

2. “James nearly breaks his fucking neck to do a double-take as soon as Regulus is led out again. If he was a dog, his ears would be standing straight up in intense interest. Sirius whacks him on the back of his head in what seems to be a reflex, most likely because James is doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he's currently undressing Regulus with his eyes.”

😭😭😭 james, keep it in your pants

3. i love that when people are jokingly mean to james, the first thing he does is call for his mum. he’s such a momma’s boy

4. james and reg being dressed up pretty <3333

5. effie and monty 💕💕🥰🥰

6. i love everyone teasing james and regulus for their crushes. they’re so funny 😭😭

7. oh. james leaving a flower at the door everyday is reg’s reason for getting up in the morning

8. their disabilities are not being ignored!!!!

9. i- they’re gonna have to visit the districts of all their friends from the arena, knowing that they walked those same streets and breathed that same air, and have to be fine

10. 😧 district twelve was where remus lived. i- sirius is not gonna do well

11. plsss lyall is so scared of why sirius would be knocking at his door

12. stop, this conversation with lyall is making me cry

13. lyall is gonna write remus a letter. i’m SOBBING

14. sirius missing remus is making me miss him too

15. “"You just found out my son is a murderer," Lyall informs him, raising his eyebrows slowly.

Sirius blinks. "Mr. Lupin, I'm also a murderer. I've killed twelve people."”

😳 they’re both on thin ice but that exchange is also unnecessarily funny

16. 😭😭😭😭 sirius, buddy, you just told lyall that you and remus had sex. my boy, pls think before speaking next time

17. 😭😭😭 he just rambled more and admitted to being in love. sir 😭😭

chapter 34:

1. DORCAS SEES MARLENE FROM THE TRAIN

2. DORLENE HUGGG!! FUCK YEAH

3. i’m so mad at the riches that victors and the hollow receive, while there are literally people in starvation

4. god, they’re so gay. dorcas just gave marlene her ring

5. i can’t fucking deal with this. james sees vanity and hodges’ families

6. i knew i couldn’t deal with it, cause james’ speech to the families is making me cry

7. 😬 shit they just did the hallow is hollow chant. shit shit shit

8. james, stop being so harsh on yourself. you deserve the same grace that you gave sirius

9. 😧 evans only friend was regulus. i- i am not okay at all

10. sobbing, shit shit shit. they’re looking at evan’s tree

11. “They talk a lot, him and Evan. Or Evan's ghost. Regulus tells him secrets that he's never told another soul. Evan is his best friend, so why shouldn't he?”

deep breath. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

12. 😭😭😭 regulus deciding that he must climb the tree even tho he doesn’t really want to

13. !!!! progress!! reg wants to sleep in james’ room!

14. “He won't see Evan in his dreams again for a long, long time.” 😐 i want to stare into author’s soul cause i hate them for this line

(also, if anyone knows author’s pronouns and could let me know, that would be great. idk if it’s something they shared or not, but if it is, i’d like to know)

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #fanfic #jegulus #sirius black #dorcas x marlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorlene #sunseeker #starchaser #evan rosier #effie potter #euphemia potter #monty potter #fleamont potter #lyall lupin

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sebastianswallows · 11 months

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Beautiful memories — Chapter 3

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC (aged up)

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is sentenced to Azkaban for six months. When he is released, he finds MC is expecting a child, and is filled with anger and jealousy and confusion. He just doesn't know the child is his yet.

— WARNINGS: fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, fingering, frottage, breeding kink, praise kink, needy!Seb, good boy!Seb, and a lot of love confessions

— WORDCOUNT: 3k

— A/N: The third and last chapter of the fic requested by my dear @pugsnotdrugs92 💕 It was a lot of fun writing this, and it might be my first time writing pregnancy sex? 😳 Or I just don't remember, I don't know, it's very late. Anyway, the prompt requested smut, so here you have it. Seb is extra careful and gentle in this 👉👈 Hope you enjoy, my dears! 😘

— TAGGING: @rbdiggory @sammysgirl1997 @bellstwd

They retreated into the bedroom for the evening, a small and narrow chamber with a bed enchanted to just about fit the both of them. She offered to arrange something else, but Sebastian wouldn’t have it.

“As long as you’re comfortable,” he said, his arms circling her swollen middle, “I’m comfortable.”

“You might eat those words later,” she laughed.

“Oh yes, I wouldn’t want that,” he purred, “I’d rather eat something else.”

“Seb!”

“Chocolate, I meant chocolate,” he said smoothly as he nuzzled the back of her neck.

“Of course you did,” she grinned.

“Well... you are rather appetizing,” Sebastian whispered. His fingers trailed gently along her hips and stomach as he smiled lovingly at her. “I think I'll have to have a taste, actually,” he said, lips softly pressed against the base of her neck, then moving up towards her ear to give her a playful nibble. “Is that alright, darling?”

She breathed out a long, happy, murmuring sigh, melting in his arms as they walked slowly together closer and closer to the bed. She'd dreamed about this for so long and sometimes feared she'd never even have his arms around her again. But her dreams had come true and her Sebastian was back, and even if he was a little worse for wear he was wholly himself: sweet, playful, and devastating. She turned her head toward him and nodded, tucking herself deeper into his arms.

By now, the edge of the bed was at her knees. He set her down gently on the mattress.

“How about we change you out of these stiff clothes first,” he smiled. “Where's your nightgown, my sweet?”

“There,” she pointed, “in the chest of drawers.”

Sebastian took his time undressing her, picking the heavy gown apart layer by layer and setting it aside, much like she'd done earlier for him. and all the while he looked into her eyes.

As he helped her out of her clothes, he gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

“You look gorgeous in whatever you wear, darling,” he grinned as he pulled away. “But the nightgown is definitely my favourite.”

Her skin shivered with excitement at his every glance and touch and kiss, and she found she ached to have him close again. As soon as he was done dressing her for the night, she raised her hands to him and moved up the bed, inviting him to lay down with her.

“I thought you had another favourite,” she smiled cheekily, “but I'm a little too cold tonight for that.”

Sebastian chuckled and followed her, lifting the duvet for her to snuggle beneath before slipping in behind her. “I'll do my best to keep you warm, then,” he whispered.

“Good,” she said, closing her eyes in pleasure. “I love it when you hold me…”

“Hmmm, but I think I have one other way to warm you...” Sebastian smirked, wrapping his arm around her waist and caressingly trailing his hand down her stomach.

She inhaled sharply.

“Shhh, not like that,” he whispered. This was a delicate time for a woman, he knew that much, and he didn’t intend to do anything too dangerous for her — he’d die before he hurt her. “Just something very gentle, alright?” he said while his hand tucked her nightgown upwards and trailed up the skin of her thigh.

“Alright,” she said in a small voice.

“Very gentle,” he repeated solemnly with a kiss to her temple.

He kissed lower, down her cheek, then kissed the length of her jaw, and then his lips fell onto hers, this time with a greater passion and longing than before. Moving carefully, he pressed himself up against her from behind.

“That's all we'll do for a while,” he muttered, his hand resting over her stomach. “This is all I've wanted for so long… To hold you close like this. To simply live together.”

“I know,” she said with a tense smile, feeling on the verge of tears. “That’s all I’ve wanted too… I missed you so much, you can’t imagine…”

“I can,” he said, his eyes closed and his lips just on the surface of her skin. His left hand trailed up and down the swell of her stomach, teasing her by coming closer to her core. “I was so terrified I’d never get to see you again…”

Her hand went up to where his right one lay above her on the pillow and grasped it tightly. “It’s over now,” she said. “It’s over, forever. You’re here now with me, you’re safe.”

Sebastian sighed and kissed her neck again, her jaw, her chin, her cheek, and finally her sweet and gentle lips. His were dry and thinner than before, but he could still make her feel all the love he had for her. He ran his hands down her skin as he kissed her with all the passion and desire he possessed.

“You're mine,” he whispered to her, his lips touching hers in a long, loving kiss. “And I'm yours. I will love you until the end of time.”

“Until the end,” she whispered back, her head turned toward him. She leaned up and kissed him, smiling at the taste of chocolate that lingered on his lips.

Beneath, his hand cupped the bottom of her tummy, the broad warm palm heating her up.

“That feels nice,” she smiled, her eyes lazily looking up at him through the dark.

“Well, I can think of something that will feel even better,” he teased.

“Can you?” she asked, a smile growing on her lips until it burst into a giggle and she hid her face in the crook of her arm. “Show me,” she said, looking up at him again.

It was all the invitation Sebastian needed. His fingers slid lower, his knees spread her legs, and with her upper thigh supported on top of his, he touched her at her core.

“Aahh…” she gasped, her head instantly leaning back against him.

The skin was a little rough, but his fingers were still as thick and skilled as she remembered.

“Shhh, there we are,” he whispered, looking at her blushing face with his lips so close to hers.

He remembered bits and pieces of that night they had together, and with the greatest care, he explored her further. She was so warm and wet, getting wetter as he spread her, leaking out of her clenching hole and dripping down her skin.

“Oh, do you hear that?” he chuckled as his fingers began to slosh through the dampness between her folds. “You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

“How could I not?” she moaned. “To see your body again, to touch you, to feel you… But it broke my heart, too,” she sighed, her voice trembling, “to see you so hurt after —”

“No, none of that,” he said, leaning in to kiss her lips again. “I’m alright, see? You’ve mended everything, you’ve made me better… Like you always have.”

“Seb…”

“You’ve always been so good to me, my sweetheart, my love, my darling,” he sighed. “Let me be good to you now…”

He continued to gently massage her, tending to her in teasing circles. His middle finger tickled her nub, rubbing her own essence into it before going back down for more.

“Does that feel alright?” he murmured lovingly, his head resting on her shoulder. “Tell me if you want me to... give you a little more...”

She bit her lip and nodded, her hands going to her side of the bed and gripping the sheets in an attempt to centre herself.

He pleasured her nub a little more, then his hand stopped its motions. Behind her, she felt Sebastian undo the front of his trousers, and then she felt his hands at the front of her nightgown. When she opened her eyes, she saw him part the front of her gown to free her left breast.

She barely felt the cold of the room before his mouth descended on her, covering as much of it as he could at once. She moaned and arched her back, letting him feed on more of her flesh while he suckled on her. Between them, his hand gently pulled his manhood out. She whined when she felt it against her rear.

“Shall I take care of you, darling?” he asked with a smile against her breast, her tip right between his teeth. “Give you what you need?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, “please…”

Sebastian chuckled and sucked her deeper into his mouth, nursing on her puckered bud while he worked to slot his manhood in between her thighs. She gasped and jumped at feeling his tip, so hot and thick and dripping wet.

“Mmmm there we go,” he groaned as he finally tucked his length between her thighs. It rested right between her folds. “You like that?”

“Y-yes,” she whispered, back arched, heart beating frantically.

His warm breath fanned against her skin as he trailed kisses up from her breast to her neck and the little hollow beneath her ear.

“Is this alright?” he asked, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. It was a question he probably knew the answer to, but he wanted to be sure. “I can stop if you want me to,” he told her lovingly.

“No,” she pouted, shaking her head. “It’s good, it’s…”

“Is it just what you wanted?” he cooed.

She moaned and nodded for him.

“My good girl,” he sighed, “my darling…”

Sebastian buried his face in her neck, smiling against her skin, while his left hand went up to cup her naked breast and his right one stroked her hair. Very gently, he began to cant his hips, moving his length against her.

“Aaah, Seb…” she moaned.

“Good?”

“So good…”

He kissed her again and kept going, moving just as softly, just as carefully. He pawed lightly at her breast, mostly just letting its weight rest in it, moving it enough to harden her bud again. Between her legs, he felt her folds drip all over him, and he thrust until he was flush with her body. His tip peeked on the other side of her thighs, the hot and blushing head sitting right beneath her nub. At her back, his sac was pressed between his closed thighs and her rear.

She moaned and gripped the bedding in front of her with both hands, leaning forward slightly, parting her torso from him but keeping her hips right there, against his. Sebastian’s body followed, covering her without putting too much pressure on her, just to let her know he was right there with her, all the while keeping hold of her breast, fondling it, teasing it with a pluck of her sensitised tip before soothing it with his big hand again.

“You're doing so well,” he praised her with a whisper, his eyes half closed in a contented smile. “I couldn't ask for a sweeter woman.”

She whimpered, pleasured by everything he was doing, his whole presence working to make her feel good. She knew she couldn’t take him inside, where she wanted him, so she tightened her thighs around his length, working her muscles until she felt him shiver and breathe in through his teeth. Her thighs were getting wetter as his leaking tip dripped right against her core, spreading their combined juices whenever he thrusts back and forth.

“I love you,” he groaned, “so, so, so, so much.”

“I love you too,” she said, turning her head to look at him. His brown eyes had never looked sweeter. “Sebastian, my Sebastian, all mine…”

“All yours,” he nodded. “Forever.”

“I’ll never let you go again…”

“That’s right, my love. I belong to you, don’t I?”

She nodded, her loving gaze trapped in his.

“I’m not to go anywhere without your approval, am I?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

He smiled and nuzzled her neck again, smiling with pleasure into her sweaty skin. Gingerly, his hand left her breast and travelled down, beneath the covers, toward her core.

“Tell me you love me again,” he begged.

“I love you,” she said.

His fingers trailed the swell of her stomach teasingly slow as his hips thrust in their steady and relentless rhythm against her plumping gash.

“Am I yours?”

“Mine, all mine.”

“Tell me I’m your good boy…”

“You are,” she smiled, biting her lip as she looked up at him in a drowsy, lust-drunk gaze. “You’re my good boy, Seb.”

He groaned and licked his lips at that, and through the dark, she could just about see a blush grow on his freckled cheeks. Her back arched to push her hips against him possessively.

His fingers were at her womanhood. He relentlessly teased her nub, and every time his head peeked out, he teased himself as well. After one long, full thrust, he rested there, letting her juices drip on his sac while he played with his tip and her pearl all at once, strumming them together.

“Aaah… aaahh,” Sebastian gasped with a dumb and happy smile, his whole body shaking.

Her words had sent a shudder through his body. The simple statement that she claimed him filled him with such a warm, loving feeling that he thought his heart would burst. He just about closed his eyes, but he wanted to keep looking at her. He could feel an orgasm building up in the bottom of his stomach, and with his last bit of strength, he leaned down to peck her lips again.

“We're going to be a family,” he murmured between soft, delicate kisses. “I can’t wait for you to have our child… And then I can put another in you. Would you like that?” he asked as he smiled down at her, his hips starting to thrust faster.

“S-seb,” she moaned, “yes… yes, so much…”

“You want that?” he breathed, leaning down to tease her with the promise of more kisses. “Want me to stuff you full again?”

“Yes, please,” she cried, clinging to the bed harder, her eyes tearing up with desire.

Her legs tightened more strongly, trapping his length, but he thrust through it. His manhood caressed her swollen folds, pleasuring her, making her drip so much it sprinkled against his thighs with each pump of his hips.

“You want that?” he whispered, his gaze holding hers. “Want me to breed you again?”

“Yes, I want it, I’ve always wanted it,” she cried, and her head tilted back in a sudden rush of pleasure. Her cheeks warmed in a violent blush and she moaned loudly against his mouth. “Sebastian!”

He kissed her. His hand left her womanhood to cup the swell of her stomach. Against his throbbing length, he felt her womanhood pulse and a new rush of wetness leaked out as her body surrendered and shuddered in orgasm.

He moaned into her mouth as he felt his cock twitch upwards violently, yearning for her, aiming for her hole just out of reach before finally releasing its spill. He kept kissing her, both of them whining and breathless, while his length pulsed and poured and poured out the lust he had for her. When it was almost over he pulled back a little, just enough to paint her thighs white. His muscles tensed and relaxed in afterpleasure, and like a wave on a soft shore, he slowly thrust forward, pleasuring himself in his own slick.

“Love you,” he gasped when he finally released her mouth. “I love you so much…”

“I love you too,” she whispered, reaching up to catch his lips in another little kiss. “Sebastian…”

He felt her relax in his arms. Her body lost the arching tension, her heartbeat slowed, and her thighs gradually lost their grip against his shaft. By the time he pulled away, they both were filthy, sweaty and soaked.

Sebastian let her body rest back, soft and sleepy, on the bed while he got up to look for a cloth to clean her with. He found one in the second drawer of her bedside table.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured as he joined her on the bed again, careful not to move her too much. His eyes shone with fresh delight at the very sight of her silhouette in the dark. “You look so lovely when you’re pleased and sleepy...”

She smiled at the sound of his voice, but her eyes stayed closed. He leaned down to kiss her again and gently pushed back her hair. His lips rested on her forehead and he sighed contentedly.

“I’m so lucky to have you... To be with you,” he whispered.

Sebastian gently cleaned her thighs, her hips, and then his own loins. After he was done, he got up and disposed of the cloth in the bathroom sink. He returned to find her curled up and facing him, folded to the side to make room. He smiled and lay down on the bed, in her arms, and tucked them both in. As soon as he was within her reach, before he even lay down properly, she wrapped her arms around him.

“I’m so happy you’re here again,” she sighed, kissing him with the last bit of energy she had.

Sebastian gave her lips a light peck and tied her nightgown up again, then tucked her head beneath his shoulder. “As am I,” he quietly said.

In a slow and lazy motion, she wrapped herself around him. Her arms and legs covered him like a second blanket while his went underneath and held her. If the room was cold anymore, neither of them felt it. She was sure that she had never been happier before in her life.

“Welcome back home,” she whispered against his chest with a proud and pleased smile.

“Home is in your arms, sweetheart,” he said as his thumb caressed her shoulder. “Go to sleep, now… I’ll be right here in the morning.”

They fell asleep clinging to each other, resting on each other’s bodies, and the happiness and safety that they felt together drowned out every other thought or feeling. They were truly home.

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