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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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aot men as dads - headcanon!! some 18+!!

includes: eren, jean, reiner, & levi

i'm still working on some full-fledged one-shots and parts of my series', but i'm nannying for the summer and have BABY FEVER. please enjoy my little headcanons of my fav aot men as dads <3

DISCLAIMER: some of this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

Eren

ok but eren is such a cringe dad lol

buys himself all of the #1 Dad! merch. he’s got mugs, tshirts, hats, all of it, and all of it went on his credit card.

10000% a girl dad. loves all the little dresses and bows; he puts your daughter’s hair in its first bun, nearly tears up when she points at his matching hairstyle and babbles “like da-da!”

you have to parent eren as much as the children. when you turn the corner into the living room where he’s supposed to be having “quiet time” with your toddler only to find that they’re buried in a pillow fort and eren’s signed his own name in crayon on the wall next to your daughter’s scribblings. “babe, we can just repaint it! she’s being creative.”

loves when you’re pregnant. after your first, eren keeps a calendar on the wall marking off the days until it’s safe for him to fuck you again, fuck a baby right back into you. already has a breeding kink before your first. develops a lactation kink after.

TERRIFIED (and i mean terrified) of hurting your little angel. has absolutely zero concept of “cry it out”; if he hears his baby crying, he’s sprinting into the next room, kissing a nonexistent boo-boo.

refuses to admit it but he has no backbone when it comes to your daughter wanting literally anything. she wants it, she gets it.

favorite thing in the world is matching outfits. favorite. “babe, where’s her green hoodie? i’m wearing mine today for the park!” “of course it matters, we have to match! on that note, where’s yours?”

lets your daughter use his hair to learn how to braid. usually has a few pink hair ties or glittery clips sticking out of it when you come home from a mom’s night out.

really big on your baby getting to see the world. drags you on vacation to any place he can think of, even as you try to explain to him that she can’t form any long term memories yet. “but baby, she’ll have pictures. how many kids in her class can bring a picture of them at the eiffel tower to their first show-and-tell?”

accidentally ruins santa and the tooth fairy for your daughter. cries harder than she does over it.

aggressively vets babysitters. ends up settling for a nursing student in the labor & delivery school who’s the oldest of seven children and probably more knowledgeable about child development than both of you combined, but he’s still suspicious.

wants to watch while you push, watch his baby come into the world. you’ve never seen a sweeter sight than eren in his scrubs, crying while holding your baby girl.

Jean

most people picture eren as being the roughhousing dad, but it’s jean, and i will die on this hill.

freaks out every time he drops your first boy while throwing him around like a ragdoll, but he’ll never stop because “listen!! he’s laughing!”. when it comes to the rest of them, he’s experienced enough now to tell the difference between a real booboo and an imagined one, and he simply brushes their little pants off caringly before shouting “now you tackle me!”

jean’s got no gender preference for your first, or the rest of your little brood for that matter. he raises them exactly the same, regardless: tough.

it takes him awhile to get used to the concept of babies’ minds. you’ve walked in on him having full-blown arguments with your shrieking toddlers several times. “what’s not making sense? if you let your goldfish ‘swim’ in the toilet, it dies, simple as that.”

plays “bad cop” for you because you’re terrible at it, but he’s always having to turn around and snicker into his elbow in the middle of scolding because your babies get the same little throbbing forehead vein as you when they’re mad

wants a big family, and gets it. you practically have to drag him to get his balls snipped after your fourth, him reminding you that “it’s reversible!” the entire way there.

the newborn phase is his favorite. he’s rarely home for any longer than ten minutes without scooping your most recent addition into his arms, squishing their little cheeks and marveling at their gurgling noises.

the kids never give him anxiety, but when you’re pregnant??? jean’s a wreck.

“do your feet still hurt, love?” “what do you mean you have indigestion? that could be the baby coming!” “of course we can’t have sex, what if we poke its little head?”

definitely the dad that’s got a delivery bag and a backup bag and an emergency third backup of the backup bag in his car at all times. the first week of your third trimester, he starts watching you suspiciously for any signs of labor, even though this is your fourth together. you think you’ve got it down by now, you tell him, but he won’t listen.

always gets the kids to work together on little surprises for you. every mother’s day they wake you up with breakfast, every valentines day your dining room table is covered in handmade cards, every birthday your kitchen is coated in flour from jean and four little ones attempting to bake

SO HARD to drag him out for a date night. he wants to bring them everywhere: the fancy restaurant, the couples' get away trip

jean's that dad standing in the bar, watching the game, beer in hand, with an occupied baby carrier strapped to his chest

wants to watch during delivery, but he passed out the first go-round, so now he’s content standing up by your head, trying not to turn white as you squeeze his hand hard enough to break.

talks you into just one more on your fourth’s second birthday. “they’re all so big now. don’t you miss it, babe? my baby in your belly? c’mon…” turns out he reversed that vasectomy without telling you

Reiner

another girl dad. hardcore girl dad.

buys his little princess all number of dresses and barbies, is confused when she’s more interested in the baseballs her classmates have.

accidentally raises the most tomboyish, toughest little girl. still babies her, and she hates it.

cries more than you do on your first date night out when you leave her with your mom. forgets to order his entree at the restaurant because he’s watching the baby monitor app on his phone.

definitely the best at splitting baby duties with you. reiner’s up before you most nights when she wakes, grabbing a bottle and cooing at her lovingly even as she screams. you always try to stay awake to watch him on the baby monitor, though, heart melting as his massive arms rock the tiny bundle back to sleep.

all the neighborhood kids love him because of his size. at every cookout, reiner can’t help on the grill because he’s buried in the grass in a little army of toddlers, led by your daughter, shrieking with joy.

always taking pictures. literally always. unflattering ones when you fall asleep breastfeeding, candids at the zoo, eighteen identical pictures of the lock of hair from her first haircut clogging up his camera roll.

can’t be the bad cop. literally ever. he just can’t say no to his little princess, can’t break her precious little heart by telling her that throwing her food onto the floor is bad.

takes your daughter to mommy & me classes with him

DILF DILF DILF. all the moms in the classes swoon over him and gossip about him when he’s not there; much to your annoyance, reiner never notices, insisting that they’re his “mommy friends”.

always sporting a little bit of glitter on his face or a sticker on his back from your daughter

coming from a fatherless background, reiner nearly kills himself trying to be a constant presence in your daughter’s life (you have to remind him that he has to rest too)

never misses an open house night at school, even if it nearly gets him fired. coaches all of her sports teams. literally almost cries when she makes her first soccer goal. actually does cry when she tells you the boy sitting beside her in class called her his girlfriend. full-blown breakdown on her first day of school, so bad he has to stay home from work.

the absolute BEST through your pregnancy and delivery. always cooking your craving of the week, constant foot and back rubs, stays up all night with you for the three days before the birth when you’re just too swollen and miserable to sleep.

holds your hand through the entire delivery, gets in the doctors’ way when they’re performing checkups because “i’m her father, i need to know what’s going on”

Levi

levi never pictured himself as having children, but when your little surprise arrives, blinking up at levi with his own grey, owlish eyes, levi can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

very easily irritated with anyone asking questions about your home life.

when his coworkers ask for your newborn’s name, levi simply says “child.” are you two trying again? “why the fuck do you need to know?”

super overprotective. your baby waves at someone in the supermarket, and levi’s leaning down to explain (in words your eight-month-old can’t yet understand) stranger danger.

totally one of those parents that goes half-crazy trying to get their child into the top-notch, snobby preschool in town.

“we’re not wasting his intelligence on the public school”

levi grew up with basically nothing, so he goes all out buying the best baby products on the market. $2,500 strollers, researching “best baby toys for development”, the whole nine yards.

100% spends months trying to get your child to make a game out of picking up his own toys after playtime, but it never works.

has a meal plan for your child to “optimize nutrition” that you have to sneak around to give your baby little chocolates and junk snacks.

“why are there pringles in his playtime bag? they have no nutritional value.”

vets anyone that comes around your child, even other children. “no more playtime with that evan kid. he’s always got a cold or something.”

he’s always been a light sleeper, but once you have your child, levi snores beside them watching kids’ cartoons on the tv like you’ve never seen him, even drooling as his head lolls, arm tucked tight around your little one.

learned everything he could about labor and delivery beforehand

you almost killed him in the delivery room as he explained each medical detail of your labor symptoms to “reassure” you. he finally got the hint when you threatened to decapitate him.

he thinks it’s shameful, but watching you be a mother turns. him. on.

wants to take you right there when he catches you breastfeeding, watches you read a bedtime story, spin your child around laughing. you’re just so naturally good at it and it makes him love you all the more, all that love going straight between his legs.

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nouearth · 3 months

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Imagine getting used as a walking fleshlight by Bruce (Bale) and Clark (Corenswet) at the same time. Both high five'ing each other with dark lust filled eyes while Eiffel tower'ing you. Bruce's cock fulls your mouth so well, he then rubs his cock all over your face. Clark's thrusts are the strongest you've ever experienced, his balls slap against you as if they were a force of nature; you're holding onto ass and pulling him deeper inside you while Bruce rams into your throat like it's a fleshlight.

💌 : ugh, anon. my main men! (although i love pattinson just as much, bale just screams... daddy for me.) also, i—for some reason—love it when guys are showcasing douchey behavior when they're fucking, urgh.

for bruce, his cock had never felt so full and warm down your throat before. you could barely take him, but he was constantly peppering you in toe-curling praises so you tried your best to sheathe more of him inside of your mouth because you didn't want to disappoint him, or even clark for that matter.

the thick of his cock pushed all the saliva out of your mouth, drool dripping from either corners of your stretched lips, and as much as bruce loved seeing how much of a mess you'd become, reducing your identity to merely a flesh-light, he would pull his cock out and slide it over your lips to feed the saliva you'd dribbled back into your cock-addicted mouth.

you'd lap him up like you were a fiend for his cock, and bruce recognized that, exploiting your addiction when he'd pull himself out at times to hear you whine—to see your eyes widen with a plea that would drive him mad because they became so glossy. your brows etched with worry and agony as it seemed like he was stripping you away from a necessity to living.

the simple thought that you lived and breathed for his cock turned him on, fed his ego, and then fed yours because only you could make him feel so good like this. he would rub his cock all over your face, slap it across your cheek and nose occasionally, before jerking himself off to the scene of clark fucking you, his balls heavily rolling over your pretty features in midst. he'd then hold your cheeks, rough hands at the underside of your jaw, before he began fucking gloriously into your mouth because he was close. so fucking close.

for clark, the sounds of your gagging and gargling was enough to send him over the edge. with his heightened senses, he could hear every intricate noise that you'd deliciously graced him with; the small gasps you would inhale to recover your breath, only for you to gag and cough on them when bruce shoved his cock back inside of your mouth; the sloppy and wet squelches from the lube dripping from your hole as clark fucked his large cock madly into you; the nasal pitch of the bed creaking, a noisy proof of the men's absolute destruction on your body as they intend to break you.

sex with you was an exception to clark's habitual gentlemanly spirit as you drove him mad, teased him for being a goody two-shoes, for being too vanilla for your liking, and he wanted to prove you wrong. he wanted to prove to you that he could be both sides of the same coin, and if he went far enough, you'd beg for him to be easier on you next time.

he would pull your arms back and hold your two wrists together in one strong grip, allowing the position to contort your body in a way that emphasized the shape of your body. you felt your muscles flex, throb apprehensively because they've never been stretched like this before—stretched past their limits. and clark would maintain this position because he was addicted to seeing how the sweat collected at the dips of your back muscles, then rolled off the hill of your ass when your body struggled uncomfortably to meet his cock.

he was too big for you, much bigger than you'd taken before, and clark would make you remember that. he would instill a sense of fear within you—that you might completely break if he were to completely shove his large cock inside of you if he wasn't kind enough to control himself—restrain himself from filling you to the brim.

and he would also instill a craving within you—one that you'd find yourself thinking about his cock for hours, days, months—because you'll never find someone with a cock, a fuck like him. ramming into you hard yet steady, powerfully yet pacing, large and uncomfortable yet deliciously enthralling as clark would make every stretch soar to your senses, soar to make your throat hollow and dry—at least for the moment before bruce was shoving himself back inside of you. they'd chuckle, sometimes laugh not because you were embarrassing, but because you were so impressive to them that they didn't know how else to react other than with affection and laughter. they'd coo at you, pet at your head, tell you what a good boy you were, and fist bump whenever you deep-throated bruce and/or pushed yourself back into clark until he was balls-deep, until he pressed into a golden spot.

and they'd continue with you for hours, fucking you repeatedly, taking their turns with your mouth and ass, sometimes two cocks in one, and you'd never felt happier than being fucked in this moment. elated when bruce filled your mouth with his own cum; warm and creamy as it sat and spread thick on your tongue—your throat as you swallowed like the good boy you were. then full, when clark came into your ass. he held you close, pressing close to you until you were practically glued to him, and his balls jolted, twitched, and throbbed as he dumped his load in you. you can feel clark's cum seeping deeper into when he doesn't stop fucking into your hole, churning his cum into you until you memorized the shape of his cock, the way his cum spread thick inside of you. then finally leaking when he pulled out to see you push out his thick cum loads on instinct.

hehe, thank you for the imagine, anon! 💗 and now, i'm gonna pretend as if i didn't write all of that and create the illusion that i, in fact, am an innocent man.

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multific · 11 months

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Obsession

Vincent De Gramont x Reader

Summary: He had one obsession, you.

Vincent liked the finer things in life.

Food, drinks, clothes, cars our houses, it didn't matter.

To him, quality was the most important.

He became so rich that now he was at a point where he didn't even have the time to spend it.

He was obsessed with fine things. He loved his suits, had a nice collection of only the best.

He was obsessed with cars, old-timers and newer models both parked in his garage.

Vincent was obsessed with his job, it gave him authority, something he always craved.

But lately, his obsession was you.

You being just a normal woman he saw one day, he was confused as to just why he found you to be so enticing.

There was something about you, something he couldn't quite figure out.

He found it weird how a man of his status found himself completely taken by a simple woman.

He wanted to know everything. He needed to know everything.

And he needed to have you.

You were quick to learn that Vincent wasn't the sweet Prince type. Oh, far from it actually.

He was dangerous.

The moment you met him you knew this. You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up as soon as you saw him.

He was a walking red flag.

But just why did you not run? Why did you find yourself intrigued by him? Why did you say yes every time he whispered sweet things into your ear?

And just why did he have to have that sexy accent?!

The man was a walking red flag, yes, but aparently you were colourblind because you ignored it all.

He was rich, elegant, sexy and dangerous. Truly an awful mix but what could you do?

Your first date was on top of the Eiffel Tower, he rented the entire thing out, just for the two of you.

You tried to figure out if he was romantic or if he just knew how to woo a woman.

Maybe both.

Because when later that night, he dropped you off at yours, he kissed all the way from your shoulder to your neck, making you see stars as he whispered 'You are mine' in the most possessive and sexy way a man could.

Your insides were screaming at you, both from fear and arousal.

Why did he have to be so handsome on top of it all?

It would have been so much easier if he just rude but no, of course not, he had to be a gentleman.

It wasn't until a couple of months of dating that you saw his scary side.

One late afternoon, you went to his office while he was on the phone, he failed to notice you as he yelled into the phone the scariest things one could hear.

Promises of torture and a slow death, his gaze and body language said it all, he wasn't lying.

When he was done, due to anger he smashed the phone to the ground and this is when he noticed you as you jumped a little.

Your eyes locked with his as he cursed at himself in French.

You long forgot why you were in there in the first place.

"I have never seen you so angry, Vincent."

"Mon Amour, I'm so so sorry that you had to see me like that. I prom-"

"Do it again." you said cutting him off as he suddenly froze.

He didn't expect for you to say that, you didn't expect to say that to be fair. He thought you would run and hide or yell at him to never ever look for you.

But you didn’t.

"Something about the anger, you are always so collected and calm for most of the time. Even when you saw the guy flirting with me at the bar, you have never even raised your voice."

"Did you find it... exciting?"

"Yes." your answer was simple and immediate. “Do it again, Vincent.”

“Mon Amour,” He smirked, he knew you would be perfect.

Vincent truly found his other half in you. His obsession turned into love but his possessive tendencies never faltered.

Even if you were only a simple woman with a boring job, you had no idea of the power you held in your hands, you had the great Marquis wrapped all around your little finger.

And on the other hand, you had the most expensive diamond wrapped around your ring finger.

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junnieverse · 7 months

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— JAY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭

➙ boyfriend jay thoughts

pairing: park jongseong x gn!reader

genre: fluff

request: " Hii <3 Can I request Jay as your boyfriend? "

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, mentions of food, this was kinda long, I'm sorry I just kept going

a/n: even if he isn't your bias, I'm sure we can all agree we want jay as our boyfriend. hope you liked your request anon ^_^

everyone's dream man

the boyfriend you introduce to your parents and they would love him too

jay is THE most husband material man to ever husband material

and seriously he would be the perfect boyfriend in every sense

I see jay as the sort of boyfriend to take care of his s/o with their day to day life stuff such as cooking or helping them clean (very domestic) but also financially

he would love spoiling his partner (and as he should)

be it with small things to things you couldn't even dream of seeing or getting

to jay, you deserve it all, he would even buy you the moon and stars (his words, not mine)

flowers, flowers and oh wait, more flowers

seriously, he always gets you flowers (unless you're either allergic or just don't like the smell of them like me)

very romantic, probably one of the most romantic in enha

very class and sophisticated sort of romantic

giving very much fancy candlelit dinner with the view of the Eiffel tower in Paris

but sometimes instead of splurging to take you out, he prefers a home cooked meal that you could either make together or he makes for you

just like the rest of the group, jay has a way of making you laugh even without trying

your laughter is his favourite sound (no I'm not crying, you are)

shopping together is a big yes!

I imagine as his s/o you would both have similar tastes in style consisting of things that are classy but can also be chic and cute

sometimes he even shops for you if he knows what you like or what you've been wanting

"Remember that blazer you really liked from the last fashion week from Prada, I got it for you so I hope you like it."

doesn't take no for an answer and even if you do try refusing a gift he gives you, he gives you this certain look and then you end up accepting the gift

also carries your shopping bags after shopping so all you have to do is walk beside him looking as beautiful as ever

nap dates are a thing with you and jay

you would both simply cuddle in bed and just sleep together for hours like that and it is definitely his second favourite thing after kissing you

and when he does go on tour and can't cuddle with you, he makes sure to call you every night no matter how exhausted he is because it helps him sleep better after hearing your voice

I'm talking private guitar shows

be it he's just playing random acoustics on his guitar or he's actually working on something new, he will have you listen to it

"Jay you know I'm not good at this stuff, you always sound amazing anyway." you tell him feeling embarrassed at your lack of musical inclination

"Even so, you know you're someone who's opinion matters the most to me angel." he would tell you before kissing your forehead reassuringly

has an incredible memory so he remembers so many small details about you and you find it so heartwarming

you will be clinging to jay because we all know how good he smells and he doesn't mind either

usually isn't the physical affection sort of guy but he secretly loves it whenever you hug or cuddle

the healing era boyfriend for all my heartbroken readers

jay is the perfect boyfriend to help you get back into the dating game as you heal and learn to love and trust yourself and others

oh I cannot forget about the singing

he is definitely going to be singing to you

ask him and he will be your human aux, sings whatever songs you would like

he all in all just loves feeling needed by and taking care of you

your happiness is his happiness in the end

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ghostkennedy · 9 months

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I need a part 2 for Dinner and a Show!! 💗 Mean Leon >>>>>>

Encore

Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader x Chris Redfield

PART ONE

Word count: 2646

Content warnings: sex toy, public sex, mean leon, switch leon, begging, teasing, unaware third participant, third person joining in, public orgasm, dominant chris, degrading, praise, bisexual men, bisexual awakening, chreon action, threesome, blowjob, oral (male receiving), male giving blowjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, the men kiss each other, eiffel tower

This story heavily contains male on male content. Bon appetit my loves.

!!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! THIS BLOG AND POST ARE 18+ ONLY!!!!!!!

You gripped Leon’s arm tightly, pulling his attention away from the group he’s currently speaking with.

“Yes?” He speaks quietly, only loud enough for you to hear.

You lean your head into his shoulder, your mouth just inches from his ear. “Can I speak to you in private?” His face is pressed against yours and you feel him smirk at your question. A few seconds passed without a response from him. “Please.”

“What do you need to talk to me about?”

“Please,” you plead with him softly.

He finally nods his head and excuses you two from the group. Both of your arms are wrapped around his right arm, your hands cradling his hand between them.

He walks slowly, smiling and waving at various people. You tighten your grip on him, urging him to hurry up, but he ignores it.

A few painstakingly long minutes later and he finally pulls you into a secluded hallway just off of the party. You press your face deep into his chest and let out a pitiful whimper into his suit jacket. He reaches out his hand, cupping your chin and pulling your gaze up to meet his.

“Is something the matter, baby?” He feigns innocence with his cooing tone. You look up at him and give your best death glare.

“Turn it off,” your voice is serious, hoping you can convey the urgency with your statement.

He laughs meanly. “Why would I do that?”

“I don’t care that it’s on the lowest setting, Leon. It’s uncomfortable. I can’t stand it any longer. Just please. Please help me.” You're begging him at this point, but you have no other options. You can’t focus, you can’t stand still. You can feel the constant gentle vibrations throughout your whole body. It’s nauseating. It’s downright cruel at this point.

Leon hums in response as he finally pulls the remote out of his pocket.

“The lowest setting isn’t working for you? Here, maybe this will help.”

You throw your head back as your legs threaten to give out beneath you. The vibrations kick up and send all of your nerves into a frenzy. He chuckles as you rock your hips, unsure of what you’re looking for. More friction or less. Any relief.

“Hey, you two alright?” A deep voice calls out from deeper down the hallway as footsteps approach. Leon’s gaze shoots towards the voice, smiling casually.

“Yeah, we’re perfect.” Leon assures him.

As he gets closer and you shift your focus to the figure. Realization dawns on you as you recognize the man. It could’ve been anybody, there’s hundreds of people at this damn party. But of course it’s Chris fucking Redfield. The man you bring up to tease Leon. Years ago you had a small schoolgirl crush on him and for some reason you confided in Leon about it. Crucial mistake, but you take your power back by teasing Leon right back.

You silently beg whatever higher power may be listening to get Chris out of this fucking hallway. But nobody must be listening because now Chris stands just a few feet away from you two.

“Now that I think about it, can you help me with something Chris?” Leon runs his thumb across the remote still in his hand. “I’m trying to figure out how to work this remote, but I’m not sure if it’s even working at all.”

Leon hands the remote to Chris as you shoot a terrified look his way. The remote is officially out of his control and in a clueless Chris’ hands.

“What does it even go to?” Chris looks at the little remote puzzled. It’s a tiny thing, with a power button and then two buttons that look similar to volume keys. He gazes up at Leon who just shrugs in response.

Chris holds down one of the buttons and the vibrations stop completely. You let out a sigh of relief as you try to steady your heart beat again.

“Does the other button do anything?”

Your eyes widen at Leon’s prompting, obviously trying to get Chris to turn the vibrations back on.

Before you can stop him, your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and your knees give out. You collapse against Leon’s chest, unable to hold yourself up. You’re panting heavily as you grip Leon’s shirt again.

“What the fuck is this?” Chris looks between the two of you and the remote. His face scrunched up in confusion.

You’re unable to hold back a long whine from escaping your mouth. Leon tries to hold you steady, but you go limp as pleasure courses through you. You fall to your knees, pulling Leon down with you.

Chris must finally catch up with what’s happening. “Leon, what the fuck?” He spits out angrily before holding down the other button completely turning the vibrator down again.

You whimper as you’re pulled back from the edge. You were so close and now you’re unable to think clearly. You reach out for Chris’ arm and grip pathetically.

“Please.” You repeat the word over and over, begging him to turn it back on, to give you what Leon’s been denying you.

Chris stares into your watery eyes, trying to process what you’re asking him. He holds the button, turning the vibrations up to the max.

You throw your head back and pant, “Yes, oh my god, yes. I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna fucking come. Oh god, oh fuck, yes, yes, I’m coming. I’m coming.”

Your body trembles as the waves of your climax crash through you.

One of your hands is still clinging to Chris’ arm while the other clings to Leon’s shirt. Your arms are shaking but your hands are locked tight. You begin to whine as overstimulation sets in, almost curling in on yourself at the sensations.

Leon taunts you, “You were begging me to turn it off a few minutes ago, then you begged him to turn it back on, and now you want it off again? Make up your mind, would you?”

Tears start flowing from your eyes and you look up at Chris who mumbles a curse and shuts the toy off again. With the vibrations finally stopping, you take deep breaths and finally start to relax your aching muscles.

Chris scowls down at you, “Get up, now. Both of you.”

Leon stands and holds a hand out to help you up, but Chris swats it away, offering up his hands for you instead. He pulls you up on your shaky legs, smoothing your hair before intertwining your fingers with his.

He reaches out and grabs Leon’s hand with his spare one, pulling both of you after him.

You reach the end of the hallway, Chris looking around to ensure no one sees you three before opening the door and rushing both of you inside. You enter the room and stand by Leon as Chris shuts the door behind him and leans against it.

You look at the floor, shame causing your skin to heat up.

“Look at me.” Chris speaks firmly, leaving no room for argument. You slowly raise your head up to meet his gaze as he looks between you and Leon. “You both think you’re so clever? Not taking the party I’m hosting seriously. This is a work event, but I doubt either of you need that reminder.”

You slowly shake your head. “I’m sorry, Chris. It wasn’t my intention to disrespect you.”

He sighs. “What am I going to do with you?” He crosses his arms. His stare is so intense it has you avoiding meeting his eyes again. “Strip.”

Your eyes dart back to him, but you’re not the one to speak.

“Wait, what? What are you doing, Chris?” Leon questions disbelievingly, not sure if he heard that right.

Chris chuckles at him. “You too, pretty boy. Both of you naked and on your knees. Now.”

You look over at Leon who once again is just shrugging in response, undoing the button on his suit jacket and pulling it off.

“Um, can someone unzip me?” You ask shyly, giving your back to them. Chris is immediately behind you, fiddling with the zipper on your dress.

In less than a minute, you and Leon are stripped completely bare and on your knees in front of Chris. He stares down at you two, an amused look on his face.

He undoes the buckle on his belt before slowly pulling it off completely. The movement pulls your attention down to his groin for the first time and you see his cock straining in his pants. Based on the bulge at eye level with you, you can already tell he’s massive.

You glance over at Leon and see him holding a stare with Chris.

“Take my dick out.” Chris demands. Leon turns to look at you, but Chris reaches out and turns his face back towards him. “I was talking to you.”

Leon’s Adam's apple bobs as he swallows nervously. You can’t do anything besides stare as Leon leans forward and reaches his hand into Chris’ pants. You whimper at the sight and Chris looks over at you with a devilish smirk.

“You like that, do you? You want to see your husband play with my cock?”

You nod immediately.

Leon looks in your direction, confusion lacing his stare. He hadn’t anticipated anything like this happening. He thought he’d embarrass you and Chris would be disgusted, maybe never speaking to you again. What could shut you up more than that? If you ever mentioned Chris again, he’d just laugh and know he wouldn’t come near either of you by his own free will.

But now you’re both on your knees for him and Leon isn’t ready to acknowledge how fucking hard he is right now. He turns back to Chris, biting his lip as he pulls his cock out of his trousers. You both stare at his now exposed cock amazed. He’s so thick, the definition of a fat cock. Your mind wanders as you think about how much you’d like to suck it. And secretly, Leon fantasizes about how much he wants to as well.

Everyone in the room is on the same wavelength apparently.

“Now who’s going to be the first to suck my cock? And don’t worry. Everyone will get their turn, but perhaps my volunteer will be on my good side tonight.”

Without hesitation, you crawl forward until your mouth is right in front of his cock. You look up at him with wide eyes and he nods at you approvingly.

You poke your tongue out of your mouth, flicking the tip of it along the head of his cock. His hand reaches out and grabs a fistfull of your hair, guiding you until your mouth is wrapped around his tip.

“There you go. Being such a good girl for me. Show him how to suck my cock.”

You whimper around his length, taking it deeper into your mouth. As you pull your head back, Leon can see how you’ve coated his dick in saliva. He’s transfixed, lost in a daze as he watches.

You swirl your tongue around Chris’ shaft and his head falls back as he groans loudly. His head snaps back up and he gently pulls your head from his length.

“I’m gonna give your husband a taste now, okay?”

You nod enthusiastically, scooting over to make room for Leon. Leon slowly moves himself until he’s positioned before Chris’ dick. You can see how nervous he is and reach your hand out, holding his gently and caressing it reassuringly.

“You know how you like it, right? Just replicate that. He’ll teach you what he likes.” You smile at him and he smiles back, nodding his head.

He takes a deep breath before leaning forward, wrapping his wet lips around Chris’ tip. He starts to bob his head as he takes his cock deeper into his mouth.

“That’s it. Good boy.” Chris praises Leon causing him to whimper pathetically as he stares up into Chris’ eyes. “You suck dick like a professional.”

Now it’s you lost in a daze, your core throbbing and leaking your arousal as you watch the two of them. Leon’s movements are more enthusiastic as he becomes more and more comfortable. Chris’ fingers are tangled in his hair, guiding him until his cock is in the back of his throat.

Leon fights back tears as he tries not to gag, but they break past his lash line.

You can’t hold yourself back anymore. You nuzzle yourself next to Leon, bringing your mouth to Chris’ balls as you suck them into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, look at the two of you. So fucking desperate.”

Leon pulls off his cock and sucks on Chris’ balls as you take his length into your mouth, alternating back and forth.

Chris backs away from the two of you, leaving you both staring up at him as drool coats your chins.

Chris points at you, “You on your hands and knees.” Then he turns to Leon, “And you fuck her mouth while I take her from behind.”

Leon’s instantly shooting up off the floor and hurrying over to the bed and you follow after him, barely able to keep up. Leon positions himself on his knees as you crawl up to him. Chris positions himself behind you as Leon starts thrusting into your mouth.

Chris lets out a laugh behind you. “Almost forgot.” He reaches inside of you and pulls out the idle vibrator. “Clean this up for me, will you?”

Chris shoves the toy in Leon’s face and forces it between his lips. Leon whines as he sucks your juices off the toy, continuing to fuck your mouth at a punishing pace.

You feel Chris line up with your hole and it takes all of your power to not push yourself back into him. Thankfully, you didn’t have to find inner will power for long as Chris suddenly thrusts all the way into you.

Your mind goes numb as Leon fucks your face and Chris fucks you from behind. You’re so full and it feels so fucking good.

Leon and Chris stare at each other as they fuck you from either side. Chris grabs the back of Leon’s head and presses his forehead into his. They stay like that, breathing in each other’s air as they fuck you faster and harder.

You’re fast approaching your high, Chris hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Leon’s close too, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he continues to stare at Chris.

Suddenly, Chris brings Leon’s mouth to his own, locking him into a searing kiss. That’s all it takes for Leon to begin shooting his load down your throat. The taste of Leon sending your orgasm crashing through your body and the clenching of your walls sends Chris over the edge as well.

Leon slowly pulls himself out of your mouth before collapsing on the bed. Chris pulls himself out of your spent pussy and you follow after Leon, throwing yourself on his chest.

You both lay there holding each other, trying to catch your breath.

A throat clears from the foot of the bed and you both look up, seeing Chris standing there fully dressed as if nothing just happened.

“You’re mine now. I’ll be in touch.” And then Chris is out the door, turning the lock before shutting it behind him. You and Leon look at each other exasperated. Did that really just happen?

Neither of you speak as you pull your clothes back on and fix your appearances.

As you begin walking towards the door, Leon grabs you by the arm and pulls you into his chest. His lips lock onto yours and you sloppily make out with him.

Yeah. That really just happened.

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commsroom · 11 months

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my other thought about eiffel getting his memory back is that, like, eiffel is known for the understanding and compassion he's able to extend to everyone except himself. he externalizes and narrativizes so much that he forgets his own agency; he projects his desire for growth onto others. for someone like that, who's made himself an outside observer in his own life... for him to really see himself from the outside... maybe i like the idea that it could teach him to be kinder to himself, too. eiffel regaining his memory is about accountability. it's about eiffel not being able to run away from himself. but it's also about eiffel realizing that doug eiffel is just a person, all the good and bad parts alike, and being able to live with that.

#wolf 359 #w359 #doug eiffel #putting this in a separate post because it's something i wanted to say anyway + have been thinking about #it's so hard not to ramble about eiffel's memory because i feel like i need to give a full picture of my thought process every time #and that is just. not possible.#but ohh he matters so much to me.

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lowkeychenle · 6 months

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Paris [ZCL] (M)

Description: Smutty Paris trip inspired by him being in Paris rn anyoneee?

Genre: smut

Content Warnings: Public-ish sex (hotel room balcony), Chenle says pretty girl, slut, mentions of the possibility of being interrupted lollll, bent over the railing? idk y'all it's a headcannon that I thought of because he's lookin real good in Paris rn okay (he's also slightly possessive??? but not in a toxic way he's just horny)

Word Count: 761 (it's SO SHORT)

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader

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The cold, metal railing presses against your stomach, sending chills up and down your spine as Chenle’s hand reaches under your skirt to pull your panties down your legs. A slight chill from the air makes you squirm, the hot wetness of your core a great contrast to it.

You have a clear view of the Eiffel Tower from Chenle’s hotel room, and he certainly is putting the sight to good use. The golden lights are almost enough to distract you from the feeling of his cock poking at your entrance.

He smacks your clit with the tip while he gently smacks your ass. “Little slut’s so wet, huh?”

Logically, someone could see the two of you. If anyone decided to walk out onto their own balconies, there’s no hiding what he’s doing to you. But it doesn’t matter. Not to you, not when you’ve craved having him inside you for much too long.

You push back, the pressure against your core making you whine.

“Look at you,” he hums. “So fucking sexy like this, bent over and waiting for me. Don’t want anyone else hearing you, baby, so forgive me.”

You question what he’s doing until you hear the slide of fabric. He reaches forward, the black silk of his tie coming into view before he puts it in your mouth and knots it behind your head. Your whines are still loud, but muffled.

Looking over your shoulder, you see his shirt’s still on, his pants and boxers at his ankles, and his hand around his cock as he slowly strokes himself.

You feel him against you one more time. He slams completely inside you, lurching you forward on the railing. Luckily, the tie blocks the loud moan you let out, your hands gripping onto the metal like your life depends on it. You’re so full, his cock stretching you to your limits as you pant in an attempt to regain your breath.

He only gives you a second to adjust, and then he grips your hips to keep you steady. He starts slow, enjoying the way you squeeze hard around him with every movement. The rub of him against your walls drives you crazy, the squelch of your wetness filling the air. God, you hope nobody’s outside. The idea of someone else seeing you and Chenle like this…you close your eyes and your head lolls forward, the thought causing you to tighten around him.

“Bet you love this, huh?” he grunts, squeezing your ass. “Renjun and Jisung are right next door. You want them to see you like this, don’t you? My pretty girl getting fucked, so tight and wet.”

You moan, pushing back against him.

And then he picks up his pace, pulling out until the tip is barely inside you only to slam back in, sweet, sweet sounds slipping from his lips with each one. He fucks you so hard, you jolt on the railing, your noises barely contained by the thin, sopping fabric of his tie. Pleasure makes you delirious, rolling your hips back to aid him.

With one hand on your hips to keep you steady, he reaches around you to put two fingers on your clit. Your body jerks, the sensation nearly overwhelming. The knot in your stomach threatens to unravel, but you pull his hand away. You don’t want it to be over yet.

“You take what I give you, slut.” He yanks his wrist away only to resume the tight circles on your sensitive bud.

You cry out, tears welling in your eyes from the intensity. Your legs wobble and shake, and the wetness dripping down your thighs makes it easy for him to rub you. All it takes is a few flicks, and you scream around the gag, surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Your knees give out, and if it weren’t for Chenle’s grip firm around your middle, you’d crumble to his feet.

The pressure of the rail smacking into your ribs starts to hurt, but you ignore the sensation knowing Chenle’s close, too. His hips buck randomly, curses and moans flying out of his mouth as he helps you ride out your high.

“Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl. Squeeze my cock,” he groans, and two thrusts later, he’s spilling deep inside you.

He rocks back and forth to calm himself down. Wrapping his hand around your neck, he pulls you upward until his lips brush your ear.

“We’re not done yet, slut. Gotta fuck my girl full of cum, don’t I?” He nips your ear lobe. “Mine.”

#nct dream #chenle #nct imagines #nct #nct dream smut #nct scenarios #chenle smut #zhong chenle #chenle x reader #nct dream chenle #nct smut #nct scenario #nct imagine

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7ndipity · 11 months

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Dating Jin headcanons

Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: swearing, teeny bit suggestive

A/N: More headcanons because they're fun and I can't sleep🤷. Working on these lists is making me so soft for the members all over again, it's crazy. Anyway, hope you like them!

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Dating Jin is like dating your best friend.

Cause, I mean, you basically are.

He is a hopeless romantic, in every sense of the phrase.

A Classic Gentleman. Opens doors for you, holds your hand on the stairs, shows up for your first date in a suit with bouquet of flowers(even though your just going to the fair or smth)

So awkward when you first start dating, his ears probably stayed red for a solid three weeks.

Does that blushy, flustered laugh thing anytime you complement him. Like yeah, he knows he's Mr.WWH, but hearing it from you just hits different, man.

He admitted before to getting so lost in daydreaming about his future s/o that he's burned food, and I think that would still happen(hopefully to a less severe degree) now that he has you.

Like, you'll be talking about something and look over at him, and he just has that distant look in his eyes. And you're like "Hello?" And he just blurts out something like "We should get a cat." "What?!"

You've heard his dad jokes, now get ready for the cheesiest, cringiest pick-up lines ever.

"I'm not a photographer, but I can picture me & you together." "Please stop." "Are you from Paris? Because Eiffel for you." "That doesn't even make sense!"

His flirt game is actually pretty good tho, he's just so nonchalant about it, that it tends to catch you off guard.

You:*walks in room* Him: "Wow." You:"What?" Him:"I just forgot how gorgeous you were."

Likes taking you on fancy dates, but usually prefers cozier, lowkey dates with you.

Like, one day he'll take you to the nicest restaurant in town, the next, he's dragging your ass to some lake to go fishing.

Cooking dates that start out pretty cute and sweet, but become increasingly unhinged as time goes on(there's a korean youtube channel TryToEat, that I swear is what he would be like)

Calls you things like 'Jagi' and 'Honey', as well as more weird, Jin-esque names like 'Bubble'(he thinks it's cute, just go with it)

Couples outfits that range from matching sweatsuits to those t-shirts that say "if found, please return to Jin" & "I'm Jin".(He claims it's for safety reasons because what if he loses you at the mall or smth?)

Y'all pick on each other constantly.

"You look like a Pokémon." "Big talk for someone built like fucking Dorito."

Like, you've seen him with Jungkook, he's a menace. But now, he's your menace. (Imma pray for you)

But he's the only one allowed to pick on you. Anyone else who tries is in for the cussing out of a lifetime.

House Husband Vibes.

Takes pride in looking after you, whether that's taking care of you when you're sick, or just making dinner on a random Wednesday. It makes him feel needed.

Speaks as if you're already married.

"Think about the kids." "What kids?!" "The cats!" "We don't have cats yet!" "Aha, yet! So we are going have some eventually!"

Has the tendency to finish every conversation by giving you a lil smooch. (Doesn't matter if he was talking to you or someone else, you're getting kisses)

Needy

Literally hangs off of you whenever he's tired or wants attention.

Long, drawn out kisses where he backs you against the wall or counter that can make you forget about anything else other than him.

Likes to lay on you rather than with you. Like, you are his favorite pillow, and he will whine if you don't let him have his pillow time, cause he's a dramatic mf.

"AGH, Y/N-AH LOVES ME NOT! HOW WILL I GO ON?!

The other members don't call him the actual maknae for no reason, he's kinda baby.

You're one of the only people who get to see his more serious sides though, however brief their appearances may be.

Argues with you over the dumbest shit, but avoids actually fighting with you like a plague.

Overall, he's very sweet though and would do anything for you. Idk, he's just so, 💞ugh, yeah Imma go now.

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