#they both just stared straight like 😳

[bit-dodgy-innit]

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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[pablitogavii]

Best friends little sister Pt. 4

It was another EXHAUSTING week!! Faking it all in front of Pedri who really took a liking of Jacobo, Pablo who hated him more than any madridista and even my family who came into town for Ballon Dior..ugh fuck!

"How are you explaining your fake boyfriend why he's not your date tonight girl??" Masa teased cause she was the only one who knew the real truth..I was doing all this to get Pablo's reaction obviously!!! I turned the music up so nobody downstairs can hear it.

"He's technically a real boyfriend, you know that right???" I chuckle as she finished my makeup spraying some perfume onto my chest.

"Not the kind you let between your thighs!!!" she laughed loudly and I rolled my eyes looking in the mirror thinking of the last time I was intimate..it was with Pablo obviously..and it made my head spin..fuck I missed him!!!

"Shut up loca!!!" I push her and we both laugh dancing to the music until my mom called from downstairs wanting pictures..surely Pablo arrived too. I wondered what he might say when he sees me in this dress..it was looking stunningly perfect on my body.

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I walked down the stairs in my high heels and Pablo stood there utterly mesmerized..he looked at every curve on my body smiling when he saw my blushed face..damn why was my heart racing so much!??

Just as I was about to step off the last stair, I almost fell but Pablo caught me saying "careful pequeñita" while Masa giggled excusing herself and leaving home. Damn did I really fall straight into his arms!?

After a few pictures and me freaking out every time Pablo's arm wrapped around my waist, did I walk with my mom to the kitchen while we waited for the limo.

"Princesita mia..your heart aches for that boy" she said and I thought she was talking about Jacobo telling her to stop teasing me but then she held my hand and I looked at her gaze towards Gavi. I gulped..was I too obvious?

"Mom, that's Pedri's best friend..and I'm with Jacobo" Isay as she raised up my chin caressing my soft cheek .

"Jacobo is a good boy..very kind..but it doesn't matter what this tells you.." she touched my temple and then rested her hand on my heart "if this doesn't agree.." and then they called my name to join them.

"I love you mama" you say and she smiles nodding and watching as you left with the two boys for the ceremony.

I were sitting between them the whole night feeling Pablo's stare on me most of the times. He was shamelessly looking like I still belonged to him..it pissed me off..but it also made me wet underneath my dress.

"How's Jacobo?" he whispered during a break when Pedri went to grab some water and I rolled my eyes clenching my jaw in annoyance. He's playing with me on purpose but I wasn't gonna let him win!!!

"He's absolutely fine, thank you for asking!" I sass but Pablo was only encouraged to move closer resting his chin on my shoulder and whispering into my ear. I froze from that familiar manly scent and his warm breath.

"I'm sure he's fine..but what about you nena??? I know how your beautiful dark eyes sparkle..when you're satisfied" he whispered the last part under his breath and I fought an urge to moan..damn he was good at this!!!

"Hmm I love looking into your eyes so much..but my favorite is the way they shine just as you're about to cum..holding onto me tightly and begging..papi please don't let me go..hmm and I wouldn't..I wouldn't let you go for anything in the world cielo" the more he talked the wetter I got slowly closing my eyes and enjoying myself. When I heard the last part, I sobered up..I moved away from him.

"But you did let me go..remember?" you say and he pouted about to reach for your hand but you pulled away.

"Cielo..." he said but my eyes were once again becoming sad...I need to stop playing with him...I just end up hurt every time.

"No! I need to use the bathroom!!!" you say getting up and passing Pedri as Pablo followed after you.

"Where are you guys going??? It's starting again soon!!!" he said but Pablo said he needed to use a bathroom really quickly...he couldn't handle you crying again!!!

I came out and someone grabbed me and glued me against the wall...I knew who it was...and I refused to look up into his eyes. I was so tired of all of this...I keep lying...and I just want him to let me go now!!!

"Please...don't touch me...let me go Pablo...stop playing with me finally!!!" I screamed not caring where I was and his hand covered my moth as he rested his forehead against mine.

"Do you really think I like this!!? Seeing you with that idiot when you're meant to be mine!!? You purposefully sitting on his lap when I'm there...but not even commenting on your pictures together!!! Stop doing this to me cielo...please" he whispered the last part removing his hand and holding my chin instead.

"What do you want!??" I say feeling his lips on my cheek as his hand moved down my dress into a slit on my thigh...I felt a shiver move down my spine...his touch felt so familiar, so right and I didn't have the strenght to stop him.

"You cielo...only you...fuck!!! You're drenched!!! Let me hear you moan my name one last time preciosa..I know how much I make you lose control..." he started massaging circles around your clothed clit and you moved closer whimpering into his ear until finally you weren't able to hold it any more.

"P..Pablo" you moaned throwing your head back but he caught it in his big hand before you could hit the wall smiling while kissing your forehead. You heard the audience applaud pulling away as you both rushed knowing you were just late to one of the most exclusive events in history!!!

When Pablo won something in me melted and tear left my eyes...despite everything I was so proud of him. The entire time he spoke he was looking straight at me smiling when he saw me crying happily.

While waiting for Pedri, Pablo took my hand and us two danced in the middle of the parking lot like two idiots laughing like it was the very first time we met...I missed this...missed him.

"Congrats on the award...i always knew you were amazing" I said afterwards and he stopped moving snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me closer.

"Please forgive me..I'll explain everything" he said looking straight into my eyes and I don't know why but I believed him...I wanted to believe him remembering my mom's words...Pablo is the only one my heart aches for.

There was no second guessing in what came next. I moved closer and kissed his lips as he held me tightly in his arms...this was right...this is where I belong!!!

After the event, you came back home never happier only to find Jacobo in your room with a grim expression on his face. Well, fuck!!!

pablogavi

Ballon D'ior Ceremony

Thank you for everything @ballondior ❤️❤️❤️

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pedri: congrats hermano! i swear she cried when you won 😂😂😂

y.n.gonzalez: I did not!!!

pablogavi: I saw you did pequeñita!!!

gavirafans: look at them!!!😍😍😍

gavi.pablo: it's clear she's happier with you !

gavithebest: say bye bye @jacobo_bru 😂😂😂

aurorapaezg: I love the dress 😍😍😍

y.n.gonzalez: thank you💗💗💗

"Jacobo, it's really late...and I am..." I couldn't even finish the sentence as he was already throwing a phone into my face.

"Tired!!? Sure you are! Hooking up with Pablo Gavi!!!" I almost choked when I saw what's on the screen. It was an older picture...but it was me and Pablo kissing behind the bleachers...it was after El Classico when I wore his shirt. What the fuck!!! Who took this picture!???

Pedri heard Jacobo from his room clenching his fists and rushing to Pablo's house. Never before did he doubt, but now he was aching for a fight if it was true!!!

"Where did you get this picture???" you ask but Jacobo was in no mood to explain grabbing his phone rather roughly.

"I should have known!!! I asked you if you ever had anything with Pablo Gavi and you lied to my face!!! It makes sense what people online are saying!!!" he was yelling and I trembled really wanting him to just leave at this point.

"He's my brother's best friend, so I couldn't say anything about it but we ended things when I got into a relationship with you" I said trying to defuse the situation.

"Some relationship this is! You won't even let me touch you!! And Pablo Gavi surely already did that!!!" he was starting to get closer and I didn't feel good about it...no I felt uncomfortable...nervous...scared.

Meanwhile, Pedri was banging on Pablo's door being met by half asleep Aurora asking if everything is alright. He rushed inside as Pablo came down the stairs in his pajamas and messy hair.

"We need to talk!" he said and Pablo led him upstairs into his room while his sister retreated back to sleep.

"What happened hermano???" Pablo asked as Pedri sat down running his hadn't nervously through his hair.

"Jacobo and Y/n are fighting...over you" he said and Pablo nodded being patient to see what made his friend came all the way over here...but more importantly he disliked that Pedri left you alone with that idiot!!!

"I'll only say this once Gavi, she's my sister...she's off limits" Pedri spoke calmly although Pablo could tell he was just ready to explode...this was not the right moment for truth...so he did only thing he could...he lied.

"I would never do anything to hurt you or Y/n hermano..." was all Pablo said hating himself internally although it was partially true. He never wanted to hurt Pedri but what he felt for me was undeniable...something he couldn't let go off even when he tried pushing me away.

"Bueno. I should go back then..." just as he said that his phone rang and I was on the other line crying.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!!!" Pedri yelled telling Pablo what happened as they both went back seeing me crying in the corner of my room with a prominent bruise on my cheek.

"How did this happen hermana???" he asked while Pablo sat on the floor applying ice pack onto my cheek as I held his hand.

"He came closer and when I tried to push him off he pushed me and I fell and hit the nightstand...I just saw blood on my hand and called you" I explained crying in Pablo's arms while Pedri was ready to hunt Jacobo down in that moment.

My parents came back from their dinner and I begged Pedri to tell them while I get decent before coming down. He left and Pablo stayed helping me to the bathroom. WhenI was finally alone, I hugged him tightly crying into his chest while he held my head against him reassuring me that everything will be fine.

"I know about the picture Pablo..." I whisper looking up at his surprised eyes as we both knew this will sooner or later have to come out scared of the outcome.

#gavigif #gavi #fc barça #fc barca #fc barcelona #pablo gavi x you #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi #gavi x vini #gavi x yn #gavi x you #gavi x reader #pablo martín páez gavira #pablogavixreaderfluff #pablogavixreadersmut

[skzcre]

Felix gives me piss kink vibes idk… 🫣maybe it’s just me

hmm … solid theory, anon. let me offer this as a rebuttal 👀

warnings: piss kink and other sexual themes, fembodied reader. little bit of perv!lix in there 😳, reader gets called “good bunny”.

it wasn’t unusual for you and felix to shower together. sometimes, it was the most effective thing to do during busy mornings where both of you definitely should’ve been out of the house 20 minutes ago but you slept through the alarm. other times, it was a means of being close.

both of you were very clingy, very needy, and enablers of each others baby behavior. sometimes neither of you want to let go, but you both know you need a shower before going to bed.

this was one of those times.

“y’know, we could’ve just taken a bath instead.” felix chuckles softly, sitting behind you with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist while you washed your legs. you responded with a simple shrug. “didn’t feel like standing.”

so you both were sat in the tub with the shower running overtop the both of you. “isn’t it nice to just lay down and let the water run over you?” you turned your head slightly to meet his eyes, a smile immediately growing on your face before giving a peck on his freckled cheek. he hummed in agreement, watching the droplets splatter across your chest. “‘s kinda like a sauna. we’re fucked if we fall asleep, though.” it wouldn’t have been the first time you both dozed off in a bathtub together.

a comfortable silence fell between the both of you after some small chattering about your daily happenings. the soap running off your body caused you to slip downward a bit, but it was the perfect position to rest on felix’s chest and soon after his pretty fingers began tracing patterns over your soft skin.

but then, as it always happened the second you got comfortable literally anywhere, you had to pee.

you grunted as you started to sit up and of course, felix’s grip on your waist got tighter. “mm, don’t wanna get out.” he whined, and you giggled before playfully smacking his arms. “i just gotta pee, lix.” your boyfriend began to sit up with you but he didn’t release his grip.

“i’m literally not leaving the bathroom—“

“you can just do it here.”

you turned your body a bit to look at him, searching his face for any signs that he was joking but you were instead met with a straight face. in fact, he was looking you directly in your eyes. the way he looked at you when he wanted you. and suddenly, your heart rate sped.

“n-not in front of you, that’s…embarrassing.”

now he was smiling, bringing a hand up to rub his thumb over your jaw. “this would definitely be very low on the list of embarrassing things we’ve done in front of each other.” well…that was true. felix will never not bring up the time you fell off while riding him in his gaming chair. or the time he came on your face and it accidentally shot up your nose and you were essentially snot rocketing cum for the rest of the night.

but this was different! wasn’t it?

“if you flush, the water’ll turn cold. and don’t you say you’ll flush when we get out because we both know you’ll forget.” goddamn him for knowing you so well. you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding for so long, turning forward again to lay back on his chest. “i…just. you don’t think it’s weird?”

felix shook his head, pulling you closer to rest his head on your shoulder. “i don’t mind.” his hand laid flat against your tummy, and you could swear he was ever so slightly pressing against it. maybe you were wrong? suddenly things started to feel really hazy, like you were floating in some kind of dream world. maybe it was the way he was staring so deeply into your eyes, or maybe it was his lips being so close to your ear. how he spoke softly, but just loud enough for you to hear him over the running water. your brain tried to weigh your options here, wanting to have a conversation with your body about what exactly was the “right” thing to do.

however, your bladder was having none of it.

you began to squirm just a bit, and felix began to pry your legs open, peering down at your lower region. he smiled, running his fingers over your inner thighs. “go ahead, baby.”

before you could begin to ask why he was staring so intently at…well, everything, a stream started flowing down the tub towards the drain. why did this feel so intimate? your hands quickly came towards your face in a feeble attempt to hide your face as if that was going to do much of anything.

an interesting look crossed felix’s face as he watched you. some kind of mixture of curiosity but also lust? something about the way you trembled in his arms before letting it out, the way you hid your face but let him open your legs to spectate. god, you were really cute. when did his brain decide this was so sexy? “good bunny. doesn’t that feel better?”

and now his fingers were trailing closer and closer to your core, finding a familiar wetness between your folds that caused his cock to twitch behind you.

#didn’t i once say nobody in skz would have a piss kink #perhaps i am a liar #this wasn’t very good #it’s very late and i am very sleepy #However #i tried #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #perv!skz #perv!felix #skz felix hard hours #skz felix smut #yongbok smut #ask box: felix

[kookslastbutton]

Drabble request

TLTD JK fulfilling his wish to recreate that kiss scene from Love 911 with OC

I love your writing dear author, keep it up! 💖

Happy Birthday, My Love ༓ jjk

↩︎ Too Late To Dream Couple

✑ Summary: For years, your husband's been wanting to recreate his favorite kiss scene from Love 911 with you, and lucky for him, it's his birthday today so he gets to have whatever he wants.

pairing: economics professor!jungkook x artist!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 644

a/n: I watched a clip of this on Youtube and omg SO cute! AND the fact that Kookie said he wanted to recreate this in real? 😳 TYSM for the request 🥰 just fyi oc gets a little giggly but she is in no way making fun of him for this.

"Here, here, here!" You watch your husband jog ahead of you on the sidewalk. He's been trying to find the perfect spot for you to fulfill his birthday wish all day. "We have to do it here honey! We're in the middle of one of the busiest streets in Seoul, it'll be just like the movie."

"There's a lot of cars here," you say. Your clammy hands grip the metal sidewalk railing as your eyes scan your surroundings. "There's a lot of people walking around us too. You sure this is the right spot?"

"Of course! Now will you please come here so we can do the thing?" Your husband, only a few feet away, eagerly waits for you to come closer to him.

You chuckle, not even minding that he's a tad bit impatient. Seeing him this happy on his birthday makes you incredibly giddy.

"Hurry, faster!" he gestures with his hands for you to speed up. "I wanna kiss the love of my life in front of all of Seoul."

"Yes baby, I hear you and I'm coming as fast as I can," you reply. Once you're within arm's reach, Jungkook quickly bends his knees to pick you up, arms moving to wrap around your upper legs, just like Kang Il did to Mi Soo.

"Oh wait!" You flinch at the gentlest touch, letting out a giggle that has him taking his hand off you before getting to lift you in the air.

"What happened?" His panic-stricken face makes you feel all kinds of guilty for your random outburst.

"I'm sorry, it just tickles."

"What does?"

"Your hands under my ass."

"Oh my god..." He breaks into an amused grin and shakes his head. "I'll try grabbing tighter okay?" He goes in again and this time you bite your lip to keep yourself under control. Why are you being so squeamish? Get it together!

Jungkook's able to get your feet off the pavement this time but it's like you can't help it—you start fits of laughter again.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this today..." He sets you back on your feet and you lean your head into his chest, hands gripping his shirt. You're embarrassed at the random strangers who pass by, whether by foot or car, chuckling at the two of you, you specifically.

"No, I really want to do it," you muffle, head still buried between his pecs. "Give me a second."

Jungkook strokes your back and then brings his hands to your shoulders. "Look at me," he commands softly. "It's no big deal okay? It's just a silly thing."

"It's not silly!" You flash your eyes up at him. "I think I'm more ticklish than I thought I was. Here, let's try a third time okay?" You nod, back away from him, and give a thumbs up. You then stick your arms straight out, signaling to him that you're ready to be serious this time.

Your husband smiles at your cuteness and reaches to pick you up again. When you squeal for the third time in a row he grunts in playful irritation.

"My god, this wife of mine!" He grabs your face and starts pecking your lips repeatedly. "Just...let...me...kiss...you," he says between pecks.

All previous giggling goes out the window after this—both of you euphoric from the kissing. Your husband takes it as his queue to try lifting you up one last time and this time he's successful.

"See, you look so beautiful like this," he tells you, nothing but pure happiness on his face. "I could stare at you forever and not once get tired."

"Happy birthday my love." You cup his face from your higher position, lean down, and kiss him not a minute later as more random strangers clap in the background.

Apparently, you have more of an audience than you realized.

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

#jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #bts imagines #fic:toolatetodream #kookslastbutton #requests

[s-4pphics]

i NEED to see a street racer ellie x grid girl reader fic IM ON MY KNEES FOR THIS🙏🏾🙏🏾

OHHHHHHHHHHH WEVE DONE IT AGAIN IMPULSIVE HCS

wc;cw: 800 or sum, streetracer!ellie, gridgirl!oc, ellie being a car nerd and hot, mentions of sex MDNI, mentions of ciggies and illegal shit

streetracer!ellie…… passes out 

she always loved cars :3 her dad owned a mechanic shop and used to watch him repair all the damaged cars that showed up

when she was thirteen he finally let her help him replace the tires 

and then change the oil

and then fix the ignition 

eventually taught her how to drive stick😝😝

and 2 years later she knew the anatomy of vehicles like the back of her hand 

she was on her dads payroll 💯💯 shout out to mechanic!ellie😞

when she found out ab street racing she got obsessed with it. 2 fast 2 furious is her favorite movie of all time

her youtube history was wild😞😞 30 hours of devon aoki edits saved 

so when she got invited to a race by one of her friends when she was a junior for her birthday she almost passed out 

the screech of the tires on the pavement and smell of gas gave her heart eyes

she swore she was going to participate in a race after they both left that night

SIKE she thought everyone laughed at her when she showed up the next day in her dads beaten up family van LMFAO 

the bullying was devious fr😞 she cried a little when she got home

but ofc her friend helped her ass out and high jacked his brothers old nissan

the overseers allowed her to participate but nobody bet on her except her 2 friends. that $20 pitch didn’t help her confidence much but she loved them😞

she was nervous and filled with adrenaline and tried so hard not to gawk at the hot girls that waved their grids around 

when they waved their flags and signaled for the racers to go….

ellie was out that bitch fr😞😞 SKKRTED ON THEY ASS BIG PURRR

VVRRRROOOOOOOM LIKE BFRRR

she hit every sharp turn every curve every bump like it wasn’t shit 

she made everybody eat they words that night. HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEENIE😝😝

some overseers gave her $300 outta pocket that night and she wasn’t even on the list to race 

her and her friends went every weekend. would leave campus and go straight to the tracks fr

she started getting a little fan base after a month of racing😞😞 girlies from school would come just to see her 

but she didn’t pay them any mind💯💯 she payed them a little mind 

n 5 years later…. most betted on racer in the city YUHHHH 

she makes racks every weekend… and she brings it all home to her dad so she can take care of him 🥺🥺

he doesn’t question where she gets the cash from but he always feels nervous when she leaves the house🥺🥺 poor old man he just wants his baby to go to college

she owns one mclaren senna but never takes it anywhere😞😞 it just sits in her garage lol she paid for that shit in cash tho big bags big stacks

drives a fucked up supra when she races😂😂 she tries to cover up the scratches and large dents with cute little spray paint jobs of fire and sparkles and shit😂😂

she named it renee and slaps the trunk like she slaps ass every time she gets behind the wheel :3 thinks it’s good luck

smokes cigarettes mmmm fuuuck

such an aggressive racer like omgg she gets so competitive and pissed she's so hot

tatted to hell. full sleeve

TERRIBLE RECORD!!!!! arrested twice and was on parole :/

but at least all the grid girls got a little crush on her 😳😳 titties out ass out bc they want her attention 

all the male racers hate her bc of it… she don’t care tho suck her dick💯💯

she’ll never say it but…

she definitely stares too long at one grid girl whenever she shows up in her little croppies and booty shorts😞 she’s fine as hell ITS NOT HER FAULT💯💯

too bad gridgirl!oc doesn’t pay ellie any mind anymore :((she had the prettiest smile and such good pussy 

that ooey-gooey. that sloppy. THE WORLD'S BEST CREAMER💯

did i mention they're ex's? YEAAAH CLOCK THAT TEA

every time ellie fills up her tank she can’t stop thinking about the time she bent her ex over the trunk and railed her from the back 

she may never feel that pussy again 😞😞 it makes her wanna cry 

when she met gridgirl!oc for the first time two years ago her world changed for the better

her zits disappeared, her hair got softer, her crops were watered

they fell in love immediately…. like instantly 

they were inseparable. up each other's ass. in each other's cars. in each other's guts. so so happy 

until they weren’t 

their breakup was soooo fucking messy. 

cheating accusations. screaming contests. EVEN A PREGNANCY SCARE???😳😳😳

a hot mess. and their relationship ended in flames :(

but that doesn’t mean ellie can’t peep every once in a while😛😛 that ass is still fat as fuck regardless of the beef >:)

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams au #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams hcs #streetracer!ellie #gridgirl!oc #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #lesbian

[allisonlol]

Hello can I request Fyodor, Sigma and Nikolai when they see their s/o wiping of their kiss?

a/n: anon i just want you to know that this is probably one of my most fav requests ever?? plz it's so funny

warnings: none? maybe the tiniest bit suggestive in nikolai's

(Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma) When You Wipe Off Their Kiss

Fyodor

first of all let me just say you got some nerve to do this to HIM

but regardless, you'd thought it'd be a funny lil prank to try in an attempt to get a reaction

on this day, fyodor had been holed up in his office for hours so you'd prepared some tea for him <3

you brought it to his office, and he gives you a quick smile as you place it on his desk

fyodor gestures for you to come closer before grabbing your arm and pulling you down to give you a kiss on the cheek

whispers "thank you dear" in your ear after too 😳

plz you almost get too distracted to follow thru with your prank. but you pull yourself together and stand back up, wiping off the kiss with the back of your hand

you act as if nothing happened tho, and say "you're welcome" with a smile before turning to leave again

fyodor stops typing for a second, and out of the corner of your eye you see him shoot you a glance

there's zero emotion on his face so you can't tell how he's feeling

since he doesn't say anything, you leave the room and it's a few more hours until you see him again

but once you do, this mf ignores you?? straight up walks past you without even a glance??

barely acknowledges you when you speak too; the most you'll get out of him is a hum in response 😥😥

fr gives you the cold shoulder until you come crying back to him about how it was a prank and that u want his affection again

fyodor stares down at you coldly until breaking into a smirk and pulling you against him, saying some "is this what you want now??"

Nikolai

why would u wanna give this man an excuse to be even more annoying than he already is?? just kidding

you and nikolai have a history of playing pranks on each other so you figured this would be a great way to get back at him

so this night, once nikolai had gotten home from a day of wreaking havoc, he went to greet you & gave you a kiss on the cheek

you gave him one back but then immediately after wiped your cheek hella aggressive with your sleeve

obviously nikolai notices and he squints down at you before grabbing you and giving you two more kisses

but you wipe those off just as fast and that's when he's had enough 😐

crosses his arms all bitchily and looks away, saying some "well i guess i just won't give you a kiss ever again"

mf we know that is not true but go off

ur having too much fun to tell him it's a prank quite yet so you just smile at him and point to your cheek, asking for another

bro cracks immediately but instead of kissing your cheek he full on makes out with you?!

has a GRIP on your neck so we know damn well you aren't pulling away

after that you ain't even in the mood to continue the prank anymore...

nikolai may have caught onto your prank but hey, at least it ended up working out in your favor!

Sigma

nooooo why would u do this to him

nikolai probably set you up to it ngl

you both were curious as to what his reaction would be, so you told nikolai you'd do it just so he'd shut up LMAO

on the day you decided to do it, you had just gotten off work and went to see sigma at the casino, per usual

you meet him in the manager's office, where he gets up to greet you and gives you a lil kiss on the forehead

pls, sigma was so happy to see you and you respond by feigning disgust and wiping off the kiss??

and i mean you SCRUBBED that shit off. pulled your sleeve over ur hand and wiped aggressively till ur forehead was bright red??

sigma just looks at you like "..." while his smile slowly fades 😕😕

"oh-i'm sorry? was there anything i did wrong...?"

omg stop he looks so sad & worried. like he reaches out a hand to touch you but then thinks better of it and pulls back

his hand is literally shaking bro apologize rn

now you feel really bad and don't even have the heart to continue the joke 😭

"honey...no. it was just a prank nikolai wanted me to do!" relief floods his face once you say that

later on, you explain to nikolai what had happened and he LOSES IT

meanwhile sigma's sitting in the back with his arms crossed, all huffy while you and nikolai laugh smh

taglist: @deadmitochondria @miycutie  @scul-pted @exorcisedstraydog  @chuuyasboots @shy-socially-awkward-intovert  @stygianoir @sonder-paradise  @nervousyetconfidentway @beautiful-is-boring @alexaizawa @irethepotato @serenareiss

#bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd x you #fyodor headcanons #bsd fyodor #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #fyodor x reader #bsd nikolai gogol #nikolai bsd #nikolai x reader #nikolai headcanons #nikolai x you #sigma x you #sigma x reader #sigma bsd

[cressthebest]

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

[captain-mj]

Your körangi gumiho story gives me life. Would you be willing to write more for it? 😳

Of course! Direct continuation of this post

Also someone said König gave off yandere vibes and I decided to lean into that.

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König held the now the still heart in his hand out to Horangi. “Hungry?”

Horangi stared at him for a moment but König didn’t waver. Slowly, achingly, he slipped his mask off, along with his sunglasses. His eyes. Chips of the night sky fitted to him. Along his face were scars, clearly made by a person with the intent to harm. Carved cruelly into him. König thought he was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Stunningly beautiful. König wanted to map out those constellations. The stars that spanned through his eyes. He wanted to learn to paint just so he could capture that beautiful face on paper. 

Horangi stepped forward, but he didn’t take it from his hands. He leaned down and bit into the chunk of flesh König held. His teeth tore through it like butter and blood smeared across his face. 

König stared at him, caught like a traveler seeing a will-o-wisp. Damnation surrounded Horangi and König wanted to walk straight into it. Horangi held König’s wrist gently, eating from his hand. It sent sparks through him, a desperate thrum that wanted more. He remembered the ears under the helmet and wondered if they were twitching now. 

His tongue darted out to lick at some of the blood that was pooling and starting to drip from his hand. It felt rough, a bit like a cat, probably meant to rip flesh off of bone. 

“Horangi.” It wasn’t a question, or a comment, just a soft speaking of his name. Horangi looked up at him, eyes fluttering just a little. 

“Would my blood taste as sweet?” König mumbled softly and that caught Horangi’s attention. His eyes flicked over König’s throat then to his chest. 

“Sweeter.” He sounded a bit strained. “It’s not smart to push your luck like that, ya know. I’m not one of the vampires from those novels you read.” 

König blushed. “You know too much about me. I know nothing about you.” He shuddered as his tongue swiped over more of the blood. “It’s unfair.” What game were they playing? König wasn’t sure, he just knew he wanted to play until he lost. 

“You like playing with fire. I expect nothing else from you.” Horangi finished eating and then licked König’s hands clean. He watched König‘s eyes carefully, wishing he didn’t have the hood.

König leaned down and moved as if to kiss him before also realizing the problem of the hood as well. They stared at each other. 

“König,” Horangi said very gently, “come to my room tonight, if you want to know more. We can’t stay here for much longer.”

“Understood.” König reached up and gently wiped the blood off of his face. Horangi let him before fixing his mask and pulling away. The mission went smoothly and both of them fell into the normal rhythm of fighting side by side. 

Like a moth to flame, ready to burn its wings, he found himself heading to Horangi’s room. He didn’t even wait until night, just as soon as they were allowed to leave the debrief. His entire body thrummed at the idea to see more. Horangi’s ears, the tails that had made his head hurt when he first saw them. The idea of seeing Horangi undressed passed through his mind and he almost tripped. He doubted he would. Horangi satisfying his curiosity and Horangi... satisfying him in other ways were very different. 

König entered the room, Horangi sitting on his bed already. Helmet off. 

The ears. 

König wanted so badly to pet them. He sat across from him. 

“So. What do you want to know?”

“What are you?”

“Gumiho. Or Kumiho.” Horangi hummed. “Ever heard of a kitsune?”

“Yes. Nine tailed fox.”

“Precisely.” There they were. Now that they were in a well lit room, König could see them a little better. “We’re counterparts to each other. I’m a little more... vicious I guess you can say. Eat people’s hearts out. Literally.” Horangi smiled with all of his teeth, eyes narrowing. He was trying to scare him. 

Didn’t work.

König nodded. “I can see where the legends of them being unearthly beautiful came from.”

Horangi stared, startled. “Do you have no survival instinct? I’m a monster that eats people’s fucking hearts. Sometimes their livers.”

“I ripped someone’s heart out for you.” König pointed out. “And I know you won’t hurt me. You would’ve done it while I was hurt. You fixed me.”

“König. I...” Horangi shook his head. “You’re... You’re not foolish. Why are you acting like this? Trusting that I’ll ignore my instincts to tear you in half?”

König hummed. “I deal with death every day. Being killed by you... It’s not the worst way to go. And I trust you wouldn’t.”

“Nevermind. Maybe you are foolish.” Horangi said softly but he didn’t move away as König moved closer. “Remove your hood.”

“Why?”

“It’s only fair.” 

König removed his mask, feeling the air on his face like a cold hand. Horangi stared at him before leaning in, kissing him again. Instead of before when it felt almost clinical, far too fast to be enjoyed, this was slow, König taking the lead this time. He kissed back, pulling Horangi in closer until he was slotted in his lap. His hands eventually settled on his hips, holding him in König’s lap. 

“Alright. I’ll let you in.” Horangi whispered against him. “I’ll still kill everyone here if I have to though.”

“It won’t come to that. I promise.” 

#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #Konig #König #Horangi #Körangi #König x Horangi #Horangi x König

[anemptypuddingcup]

EEEE Bae!! Okay, lemme get myself straight....*inhales dilf*

OKAY!!! First off, congrats on the 900!!!!! <3 I also wish to reach that milestone soon!!! >:)

Now for my requests....get ready.....ooooh it's gonna be hot......

May I have Kaku + Kink! Spanking? (god I'm a sucker for this kink) A possible scenario is like where fem! reader is always being rude to other ppl and him being the "nice" guy teaches her to get her act together? 🫣

The other one would be Sabo + Kink! Gloves (perfect for him😳) I'm not so sure about the scenerio here...so I'll leave it up to your creative mind!

Thank youuu >:) 💕

Omggg, you lucky I’m so excited baby girl. I was bouta continue writing the Luffy fic but I just HAD to answer your submission first. Dw you’ll get that Luffyussy soon baby.

And thank youuuu love! I’m happy that I’ve gotten this far, and just so you know I’ll support you all the way when you reach that milestone and higher. I love you stephie.💕

Kaku & Spanking.

“How many times have I told you to stop dressing like that!” Paulie huffs before he covers his face, flustered from you showing skin. You pout and huff at him before crossing your arms. “You do this every time I come up here, how bout you stop looking at me perv!” You say, gripping Paulie’s shirt collar and staring him deep in the eyes.

Paulie sighs as you walk away past him and Kaku. Before you could fully walk past Kaku, he grabs your wrist and stops you from walking away from him. You turn to him, your brows furrowed as you struggled to pull your hand away. “K-Kaku! Let go of me!” You demanded. Instead of listening, he throws you over his shoulder, shocking both you and Paulie.

“Kaku!-“

“I’ve just about had it with you and your slutty behavior woman, Califa doesn’t even act like this.” Kaku huffs.

***

“MMGH! A-AH!~” You bit your bottom lip hard as you feel Kaku’s palm hit your ass with intensity, drool spilling from your lips as you felt your ass beginning to sting from his hits. “Keep counting or we’re restarting.” Kaku demands, giving you a dark glare. Your body shivers under him before he hits you against.

“I-I-I lost c-count!~” You whined, turning back to him. You hear him chuckle before he slaps your ass again, this time a bit harder than all the others. You whine out as your body begins to shudder against his lap as you feel your cunt fluttering around nothing, your heat spilling down your thighs and legs.

“Fine by me then, we’ll just restart. If you lose count again we’ll keep restarting until you can learn to count like a good little girl.”

You let out a heavy whine as you squirm around on his lap, not wanting to admit to yourself how much you were enjoying this.

Sabo & Gloves.

Sabo presses a kiss to your ear as your body trembled against his. Your legs were spread open for while his gloved fingers were buried deep inside of your aching hole. “You like this, angel? Does it feel good when the fabric is inside this pretty pussy?” Sabo asks, whispering the words into your ear.

You exhaled shakily before nodding, throwing your head back as he shoved his fingers hard against your g-spot. “Y-Yes!~ I-It feels good Sabooo~” You admit, your voices shaky as you moan out in pleasure. Sabo chuckles as he notices your slick coating and staining his gloves.

“I know it feels good~ Your pussy’s clinging to my fingers. With your tight grip you might just pull the glove off angel~” He giggles before pressing a kiss to your neck. Your legs begin to tremble as you feel Sabo’s gloved palm rub against your clit, adding on to the pleasure.

You feel his other gloves hand grope your breast as a gloved finger swirls around your hardened bud, the fabric of the glove feeling wonderful against your nipple. “Ahh~ Sabo~ S-Sabo p-please~” You thrust your hips up against Sabo’s fingers, wanting him to fuck you just a little bit faster with them.

Sabo moves in closer to you. “Please what angel? Use your words for me baby~” He says, teasing you. “P-Please move your fingers faster~ I-I’m so close!~” You whine out, biting your bottom lip. Sabo giggles.

“As you wish, my little angel~”

#Mari’s 900 Surprise! #one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece kaku #op kaku #kaku smut #kaku fluff #one piece sabo #op sabo #sabo smut #sabo fluff #love you stephieee #puddingcupanswers

[neigetriestheirbest]

kiseki ep 12

SO

so ,,,, so - ahem -

If I were to talk about this episode we'd be here all year so imma just mention a few things that made me want to smash my head into a brick wall and then weep salty soup flavourings into my empty palms

suffice it to say that I thought this episode was 🙌👏👏💪👄😳🤩👌👌👌

so diving straight into the 'chen yi gets ai di a gift to show how well he knows him and wants him back'.

sigh

It's a handgun. a hand gun. and a short barrelled shotgun. with a loveheart on it.

and, like, for real, ai di's feckin sheer elation and joy at getting this --- I STRUGGLE TO FUNCTION

and chen yi's note of simply, "come back" - a plea, nonetheless. fuck.

then we have ai di's chilli spice punishment = lol. chen yi be like PSYCH I'm actually into that. and the easy way he just, boop, sweeps ai di up into his arms, like he's so lightweight and small. I love it. I think ai di loves it, too. chen yi certainly does, the amount of times he's yeeted ai di to a secondary location (street smarts!)

now, the reconciliation, and the love scene, I think, were done perfectly.

"as long as we are alive, I'll share our birthday with you, and you only."

the way ai di looks at chen yi after chen yi tells him that he loves him -- HMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNGG -

the way that their first two kisses are gentle, sweet, soft and chaste. It's comforting, assuring, testing and slow. It sort of speaks to their relationship, of how they have known each other so long, of how their feelings are so deep, so complicated and yet so true and simple - it speaks long-term. It points to a way of thinking that they have time, now. time for each other, and to take it slow, to enjoy it. because they're finally on the same page.

also the staring - the lingering watchful eyes. both of them simply breathing and taking the other in, documenting that this is real; savouring its realness - esp ai di who seems torn between the euphoria of surrendering to the pleasure of it and the struggle to believe that it's really happening. even when they're kissing, ai di's eyes are often open, and watching.

once they're both shirtless - and ai di goes to kiss chen yi, dive back in, but chen yi stops him, takes a moment to pull back and just look at ai di. a moment just to hold him, regard him and treasure him, like he wants to forever remember this moment - because it's been FOUR YEARS MY DUDES and then he's touching along his back, his shoulders; kissing his chest, his arms; making sure ai di feels loved, and relishing the feel of his body

and when chen yi flips them over, so ai di is trapped beneath him, his knees splayed as wide af to accommodate chen yi between them (heh) and ai di is curling his toes into the bedsheets - chen yi kissing down his chest, he mouths at the cupid's bow base of his rib cage and it's 👌👌👌

and then they both have their hands in one another's hair, cradling their skulls, when ai di reaches up to kiss ah yi - and NAT'S FECKIN HANDS. they're the freaking size of louis' HEAD.

and louis with his stupid freaking insane capacity of facial expression with so little direction or introspection. these boys.. aiiii......

I loved it. I could talk about it forever. I think I'm just gonna watch it again.

If these guys don't get another series of their own, I swear to -

imma fuck shit up

#kiseki: dear to me #ai di x chen yi #kiseki ep 12 #kiseki #kiseki meta #ai di #chen yi #louis chiang #nat chen #taiwanese series #taiwan bl

[bradshawed]

okay so i’m thinking angel eyes <3 … neighbour!peterparker? i am an absolute sucker for roommate and/or neighbour au’s! maybe the reader notices him sneaking back into his apartment through his window after saving the city or something… and he realises that the reader was watching and he’s like oooh shit 😳🏃‍♂️

join the party!

your mind omg, i absolutely fell in love with the plot! hope i did it justice and i’m so sorry for the late reply, love you loads and thank you so much for sending in this lovely ask!

When was the last time you looked up at the stars? Like really looked up at the stars and revelled at their beauty? Well for you, it was one week ago tonight when everything changed…

You couldn’t sleep. Or to be more accurate, you never really could sleep but tonight, you felt a little more restless than usual. You wanted to do something, and all that excess energy needed to go somewhere.

You tried dancing in your living room to one of your playlists until you heard a banging on your door telling you to turn it down. You’d attempted baking but quickly decided against that since you had no chocolate to put in the cookies (you’d eaten it all a couple days ago). And well since both of those had put a slight dampener on your mood, you took one look out of your window and bundled up in a duvet and a hoodie, venturing out onto the fire escape.

Sitting up on the creaky metallic structure, staring up at the sky, you nearly missed the red and blue figure flying through the air. You definitely didn’t, however, miss him climbing through your neighbour’s window. Or what felt like an hour long pause as you both looked at each other in shock before he fell into the room.

Do you call the police? Scream for help? What even was an appropriate response to Spiderman climbing into the apartment of the guy you’ve been crushing on since you’d moved in.

If Tangled had taught you anything, it had been that a frying pan could come more in handy than you’d expect. So, armed, you ventured back onto the fire escape and into your neighbour’s apartment.

Breaking and entering was definitely not on your bingo card for the year, neither was seeing Peter Parker half naked in his Spiderman suit but you definitely had no complaints on that one.

Screams filled the air as if it was a moment straight out of a comic book. And then his hand slapped on your mouth to prevent another noise complaint.

“When I let go, you have to promise me you won’t scream or run away. Okay?” You nodded the best you could, eyes still wide in shock in the darkness of his room.

“You’re Spiderman.” Peter/Spiderman held back an eye roll, gesturing to his half-off suit which caused your face to heat up..holy shit that boy had abs. Holy shit, he was half naked. You were in his room. Peter Parker is Spiderman.

Peter, sensing your panic, glanced up at you asking for your consent before guiding you to his bed. With your head dramatically in your hands, Peter took the opportunity to get changed before sitting down next to you.

Running a hand through his hair he began, “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out..at all but what you saw, it’s true.” He gently pried your fingers from your face, “I’m not going to hurt yo-”

“I know that. Well I um, you’re you, you couldn’t hurt anyone if you’d tried well I mean not the good guys and I promise I won’t tell anyone that my cute neighbour is Spiderman and- Oh my god, you weren’t meant to hear that. Not that I don’t think you’re cute but- I mean you are cute, I just- I really need to shut up and I’m so sorry for breaking and entering and nearly hitting you with a frying pan-”

At this Peter raised an eyebrow, his lips gently forming a smirk, “I think you’re pretty cute too.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “You know for attempting to hit me with a frying pan and staring at my abs.” You shoved Peter off the bed.

#drew replies! #drew’s dahlias #ily <3 #100 celebration ⭐️ #pretty happy with how this one turned out #and i hope u like it ml! #peter parker #peter parker blurb #peter parker drabble #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you

[for-ships-that-never-sail]

Someone PLEAAASEEEE write me a longer version of this 🦋 Polin 🐝 mini fic that I wrote because I have been hallucinating about this since the trailer dropped 🙏🏼

(expand to read the mini fic!)

"Mr. Colin Bridgerton, the completely unhinged and oblivious man that he is, casually reaches out 🤏🏼 and adjusts one Ms. Penelope Featherington’s necklace, to shift the teardrop 💧 pearl pendant that is askew.

He aligns the pearl with her cleavage, like this is a perfectly normal thing for him to do 🤷🏻‍♂️

In a daze of suddenly thinking about her other pearl 🙇🏻‍♂️💭👀, his index finger slowly traces down 👆🏼 from the adjusted pendant and over the beautiful line of her deep cleavage ( . Y . ) until suddenly his brain catches up 😳 because her breasts are now covered in goosebumps and rising and falling rapidly 📈 from all her heavy breathing 🫢

He pulls his hand back fast 🌩️ - mostly in shock of his own damn audacity to have done this so publicly 💀 - and definitely not because he wanted to stop touching her like this.

Actually, he suddenly realizes that he never wants to stop touching her like this 🤯"

And then BAM 💥 they are both just staring at each other’s eyes 👁️ 👁️ and lips 🫦 being insanely horny 🥵 and feral™️ on main 🫣

Extra points for just going straight to…

🗣️😈😩☄️🐎🚋🥵⏳🔥🐱⛲️👅💥🫴🏼🐱🫦💦💥🏡🕯️🤤🪞🫂😍✨💞🔏✍🏻🤯💌📚🔓🗝️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🛏️🪞🫂❤️‍🔥🫴🏼💦🍆🐱🌹🍾🍒🧨🍆🍑‼️🫦🌋💥🤤✊🏼🍆👅🥛💦🛏️🪞♋️‼️🌋💥😌🛁🧖🏻🧼🧖🏻‍♀️🥰👫🛌💤

with or without the cute parts… 😉

And even more points if you just wanna keep those cute parts in, and even add in some…

🌅💓💍🤗🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♀️⛪️💐👰🏻‍♀️🥹🙋🏻‍♂️🙌🏼💃🏻🕺🏻⏳🤰🏻👨🏻‍🍼😇♾️

Please tag me if you do write something like this.

All major credits to the gif makers, fic writers, and Pen’s cleavage 👀💯🫣🫢

Ok thank you bye🙏🏼 😳👋🏼

#polin #polinday #polinweek #polinmonth #polinyear #just Polin all day every day non-stop forever! #sorry in advance #actually no #not sorry for who I am going to be because of Polin #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #penelope featherington #penelope bridgerton #colin bridgerton #lady whistledown #bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #bridgerton fanfiction #pirate colin #colin and his one brain cell #polin fics #calling all writers #please help #signal boost #nicola coughlan #luke newton #nic and newts #what a barb podcast #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[niiine]

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑

Character(s). Xiao x GN!Reader, Lumine, mentions of Yanfei.

Synopsis. Lumine never like meddling with other people’s  business if they don’t want her to, much less their relationship, but this time, Xiao left her no choice.

Mild Angst & Fluff

Lumine is reader’s close friend 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 come on she can’t always be the one that the reader is jealous of

NOT PROOFREAD, please don’t expect.

Ending sucks because it’s me. I can’t write endings ffs.

Got the idea when I’m re-watching the chasm scene where Zhongli saves Xiao’s life. My (our) hubby looks so fine tryna save everyone sacrificing himself 😳

“They're gonna kill you.” Traveler’s voice earned a wince from the yaksha who are still trying to walk straight after the incident in the chasm. They’ve been stuck for days, if not a whole week, inside the tremendous place and the final act really did took a toll on his body.

He let out a barely audible tsk as Lumine guided his form to sit somewhere comfortable. Only when he’s settled that he voiced out his concern.

“Please don’t tell her” his golden eyes look anywhere but hers, knowing that she had that judgmental stare decorating her small face. “No.”

Her sharp refusal made Xiao snap his gaze onto her, he didn’t hear her right, right? But the looks on her face tells him otherwise. “But they’re going to feel bad about this” he gritted his teeth like a kid, and his companion is reminded how much the Adeptus in front of her loves you so much to the point that making you sad is one of the last things he’ll do.

But if he really wants you to be happy, he must learn how to take care of his self as well.

“Yes. And it’s your fault,” sometimes the traveler’s bluntness hit a certain painful spot.

“So, I’m going to tell them that you almost sacrifice yourself again despite promising that you’ll be careful every.single.time.” The blonde made sure to emphasize her points, and although Xiao appreciate her concern for you, he just doesn’t want to see you crying because he messed up again.

“I’ll let her know myself then” he tried to argue, hoping that he can at least make a little bit more nice in the ears, but Lumine knows that he’ll hide certain facts to protect your feelings—don’t get it wrong, she loves you so much that she also doesn’t want to hurt you, but she’s aware how broken hearted you’ll be if Xiao keeps doing this to himself— so she will do this herself.

“And I will also let her know. You can’t keep hurting yourself without thinking of their feelings, Xiao. What if something happened to you for real? Don’t you know that it’ll send her to an even deeper despair?” Once again, she reprimanded the man, because aside from being your friend she treasures, he also is a dear companion to her.

“I’m gonna tell (name), and you’re gonna listen to everything she says” She huffed, preparing in her mind what to tell you as too keep the damage and worry on minimum. Although all her thoughts left her when she heard Paimon gasped and your sweet voice fill both hers and Xiao’s ears.

Yanfei came across you and told you the whereabouts of your boyfriend, making it easier to find your beloved.

“Tell me what?” Ahh, Xiao missed that sound so much.

“Love,” the green haired adeptus proceeds to reach out to you as far as his damaged body can do, distress and concern flooded your eyes as you run towards him, gentle finger scanning his battered form.

“What happened?” as much as he can’t stand to hear the uneasiness laced on your voice, he also can’t help but to succumb on your touches. He missed you so dearly. Receiving no response from your lover, you turned your head towards your friend, who’s already looking at you.

“And you, too! You look so pale and weak…” You noticed how frail the two of them look and a sob escaped your lips, you were about to speak again when Lumine beat you to it. Saying that she’s fine, and then proceeds to tell you everything that happened. After her explanation, Lumine offered to teleport you and Xiao in the Wangshuu Inn where he can rest comfortably. After bidding her farewell, with a bit of light scolding from you, you then turned towards Xiao who are currently draped in your shared bed, he’s not looking at you direct in the eyes, almost ashamed of what he had done.

“I’m sor—”

“I can’t stand this.”

His golden orbs darted into yours, swirling emotions forming into heavy heartbeat as his chest tightens at your words. No, please don’t say you’ll leave.

“(Name)” he tried to stand up to reach you out, but his body failed him. “I have told you before, Xiao” no, please don’t call him that. Where’s the usual Love? or Dearest? Or Beloved?

His crestfallen face stares at you pleadingly, and on normal occasions, you have give in. But you don’t want him to abuse his self anymore, and if you don’t want him to keep tormenting the both of you, then you must prevail.

“I can stand you being unromantic, or cold from time to time, I understand that you’re not a mortal who do silly things. But heavens, I can’t take it if you’re putting yourself in danger every time.”

He noticed how your eyes glistens from the tears, but his heart breaks at the sight of you standing so far away from him, reminding him that he’s the reason you’re unreachable sometimes.

Mustering all the remaining strength he has, he tried to stand up once again, he can’t have you going farther. His digits caressed your cheeks, and your eyes look up at him, turbulent storms raging at his touch.

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please don’t leave me.”

“You better don’t. Because I hate thinking that I’m not important for you to throw yourself like that,” you sobbed against his chest “I love you, Xiao. I don’t know what I’ll do if I ever lose you.”

He kissed your forehead, whispering his own affirmations. Archons, he really doesn’t like seeing you like this.

#xiao icons #xiao fluff #xiao imagines #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao x oc #xiao x y/n #genshin impact xiao x reader #alatus #xiao #genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #xiao gen #xiao genshin impact #xiao genshin x reader #yae publishing house #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact xiao

[lynnsquared]

hyeju first time headcannons? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i cant wait for ur comebut❤️❤️❤️

🐬 hihi sweetie, thank u for asking 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 +how is it my comebut if this is my first post 🤔 anyway.. 😖 this is kinda long (1k words 😳) so just pretend its not because. i think about her .. so much..

your first time with hyeju was kind of.. spontaneous?

you two had been dating for 2 months-ish and she invites u over to her house just to hang out as a date 👀

it starts with u and her on her couch as you watched her play a game (but being honest you were probably just staring at her the whole time)

after a little while she lost a major battle and got all pouty and upset 😭🥺 you mostly laughed at her serious reaction to the loss, but you tried to comfort her anyway.

you figured it wouldn't hurt to give her a quick peck on her lips. ofc you kissed before, so you had nothing to be worried about.. and she just looked so cute when she pouted

hyeju perks up almost instantly and ofc you have to tease her more for that, but eventually she pulls you in for another kiss and 🥴

it wasn't long before you felt her hands tug at your waist to pull you into her lap.. i mean like 😭 u were just straight up making out at this point,, and when u straddled her? omg. her head could've explodedkjskjgksg

her hands crept from your waist to your thighs and she gave them a light squeeze, causing you to whimper into her mouth as she kissed you 😵 this turned her on... so .. much ..

you pull away and look into her dumbfounded eyes, but before you can say anything she kisses you again

only this time its way hornier and she's being a lot more.. touchy 😇

"wait, hyeju," you stutter out, prompting her to stop. she looks at you with SO MUCH concern in her eyes, she's super worried that she was making u uncomfortable..

but when you request that you go further? she felt like she was flying.

hyeju is SO gentle but obviously she wants to show off so she picks you up and carries you to her room before laying you down on your back, brushing all the hair out of your face and kissing you again.. her strong hands trailed under your shirt, up your body and then found a place to rest just underneath your breasts, squeezing them lightly

when she heard you moan in response she couldn't help but want more, it was sooo addictive to her 😭🥺

her kisses trailed down to your jaw as she pushed your bra up to feel your sensitive skin, toying with one of your erect nipples as she lowered her head more to press soft kisses all over your neck

she thought u were soo cute when u whined and stammered out desperate pleas for more.. you were so wet but u could barely tell her that cus u were so shy :((

eventually one of her hands slid down to your jeans, unbuttoning it before sloooowwly pulling down the zipper

your chest heaves up and down as your breathing intensifies, looking at her with half-lidded eyes

"hyeju, wait, i've never done this before," you confessed to her shyly.. her cheeks flushed before she smiled reassuringly and told you, "i've never done this either, why don't we learn together?"

this turned both of you on INFINITELY more.. knowing u were each others first made u both SWOON 💞💞

anyways so after both of you had confessed you'd never had sex before she went back to what she was doing before you paused and started to slip your jeans off with little to no struggle

when they were gone and you were left in just your shirt and panties hyeju began to rub circles on your clit through the fabric.

she could feel how wet u were even with the fabric and holy moly.. the physical contact between her fingers and your soaked panties combined with the slew of lewd noises leaving your mouth was too much to handle 😖

your needy whines for more were the only motivation she needed to pull your panties down just a bit, finally making skin-to-skin contact with your soaked pussy

she teasingly slid a finger between your folds while her thumb stayed on your clit,, she looked at you with big pleading eyes, asking quietly "is this ok? are you sure you're ready?" ☹️ her caring words were SO cute but also really sexy somehow??!?

when you nodded at her questions, she gently inserted her middle finger, softening her gaze as she watched you arch your back into her.

she gave you a second before she started moving her hand, "is this hurting you? am i hurting you?"

when you shook your head no she sped up, stimulating your clit with her palm as her finger slid in and out of you

it was so quiet and you were so wet the noises that came from your soaked cunt + your sweet moans only made hyeju want to go harder ,,, which she did 😁

seeing the way u reacted to her speeding up was SO cute to her, she just had to insert another finger ,, 😗

when she slipped her index finger in you placed both of your hands on her shoulders, shaking a bit from how good you felt..

hyeju being the sweet girl she is checked in on you again, making sure she wasn't hurting u,,,

when u told her it was good her lust for you took over again, slightly curling her fingers within you and hitting your most sensitive spots,,

with every motion you felt your climax approaching 😣 when you told her this she encouraged you to let loose and,, ofc u did, cumming all over her fingers

she gave you a second to come down from your high before taking her fingers out of your cunt and licking the mix of slick and cum you'd left from them

this sight is. quite the attractive one, btw..

when it comes to aftercare hyeju is just the most loving person on the planet 😭💞 she kisses u and caresses you soo much, holding you tightly in her arms,,

she tells u how well you did and how happy she was that you let her be your first and how much she loves u, all mushymushy,,

she lets u lay and rest in her bed for a bit before drawing a bath for the both of you, telling you it's just to clean up and she won't bother u with more erotic touches

but you never know 😇🙏

thats it thank you for reading this long long post,,, if u notice any shitty mistakes plz just know i wrote this all when i was very very sleepy 😭 hope u like it anyway,, 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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[copiousloverofcopia]

The Copia I love reading about is how he's portrayed as odd, quiet, nervous...finally getting the chance to bed a sister of sin, only to ask afterwards shyly "was....was that good?". Dude....she can't catch her breath, her ears popped twice from the strength of her orgasms, and she can smell colors now....OBVIOUSLY! Turns out he's some sort of sex God with a magic dick.🤣

Lol sooooo I did a thing. I also made Copia a virgin in this so it's an even bigger 😳

Anyways ghestie here you go.

Okie Dokie

Also available here on AO3!

Definitely NSFW beneath the cut

Copia took in a cleansing deep breath, his palms clammy beneath the leather of his embellished gloves. The Cardinal stood alone in his office. The day was winding down into night and there was no more paperwork that couldn't wait until tomorrow. It's time, he thought, staring at himself in the full length mirror–practicing what he would say. He adjusted his biretta and fastened his pellegrina, the diamond encrusted grucifix sprayed proudly across his chest prepared to be on his way. Tonight was the night he would tell you. 

He had a noted pep in his step as he passed the siblings as they loitered in the hallways. A warm smile worn well on his face, only the hint of unease in his demeanor as he made his way to the chapel. His footfalls echoed off the marble floor as he stopped just outside the chapel.

This was your meeting spot. A public space as to not lead you both to temptation. Copia was always careful to not be perceived as pushy or too forward in your quiet romance. Leaving both of you on edge, constantly wanting more, but neither making the first move. 

You still found it romantic however, the hours spent under the cathedral ceilings painted a rich shade of blue—mimicking the night sky. It was wondrous to behold and coupled with the warm glow of the candles that would embrace you, the perfect setting—if only he’d make a move. 

You turned towards the noise, met with the sight of your sweet awkward Cardinal closing up the doors behind him. Your heart began to pound in your chest. There was something about him that, despite what others said about his nervous disposition and “rat-like” appearance, made you ache inside. You watched, a smile on your face as Copia made his way down the nave. 

You stood up to greet him. Breath held within your chest as he walked toward you, his eyes still on his feet. When he finally looked up at you he smiled, shaking his head. “Oh no amore, please don’t stand on my account.” he insisted, motioning for you to be seated. 

Copia made the Sign of Sin, as he slipped into the pew beside you. A traditional self blessing and blasphemous display, as an affront to God, in respect of his Infernal Majesty. The sign itself, sending your eyes straight to the Cardinal’s groin, inspiring lascivious imagery and making your cheeks ignite.

“Ahem…So why did you ask me here?” you inquired, clearing your throat as you shifted in your seat. Copia placed his hand tenderly atop of your thigh, instantly heat began coursing through you. You were almost embarrassed at just how flustered you became at a mere touch. 

“You see…I have been thinking cara mia. I have been thinking that we should…um…that we should—”

“Should what C? Just spit it out already?" You laughed.

“That we should c-commit ourselves to sin. To …ah…you know to um…consummate our devotion in his name.” Copia confessed, pulling the biretta from his head. He fidgeted with it in his lap, patiently waiting to hear what you'd have to say. At first you were unsure you’d heard him right. Both of you had been careful to not discuss this particular subject, straying far away from anything that may lead to its implication. 

Now here he was telling you it was his deepest desire, his wish for you both to become one. Your heart pumped hard, so hard you felt it might break free of your chest. Your would-be lover's words made your blood rush, flooding your entire body, and culminating in the growing ache between your thighs. 

“Oh…that.” You said, the words choked as you tried to speak them, your mouth dry and voice shaky.

“Sí…I…I have thought a lot about it…uh…in the past few weeks and well—I would like to try.” Copia explained, his eyes meeting with yours. The impact of his captivating and mismatched gaze, parting your lips and creating a throb felt between your legs. 

“Are you sure, I mean I know that this will…would be your first–”

“I…think…no I know. I am sure. I can’t promise I will be any good amore, but I know that I want to be with you—in all ways. And this—this is something I truly desire. As a matter of fact. I–I have never wanted anything more.” He vowed, his hands taking hold of yours. Copia ran his thumb against the back of your hand, a soft and intimate gesture that only served to impassion you more.

“Ok.” You said, the only word you were able to form from your lips. Copia's eyes stared into you, growing hungry with each passing second. He removed his gloves, placing them beside you on the old wood pew, as he drew forth another smile. Suddenly he brought his mouth to yours, your face cradled within his hand, as he pressed his soft lips onto yours. A rush sent through you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth and dancing with yours as if he had done it a million times before.     

You lost yourself almost instantly, the moment both of you had secretly been waiting for was upon you. Now you struggled to hold in the moaning that so desperately wanted to leave your lips. Feeling his bare hand slide up under your habit made you breathless and trembling. Copia and you both moaning, fully unable to hold back as his fingertips met with the wet fabric of your panties.

“Oh amore, I want you. Por favore…Touch me.” he begged, lifting his hips up to send your attention to the swell of his cock below his cassock. 

“Oh C!” You moaned, running your hand along on the rigid thick bulge of his pants.Your eyes widened, he was surprisingly well endowed. Your cunt aching so badly with the knowledge that you longed to have him inside you even more. 

“Il tuo tocco è inebriante. Oh cazzo spero di poter durare.” Copia mewled, biting down on his lower lip as he slid his fingers past your panties, slipping carefully to meet with the full wetness of your folds. The silky flesh, plump with blood and need, making his cock pulse as he pushed his fingers deep inside. You both moaned once more, Copia stroking you and pressing into your aching cunt with full fervor. You felt yourself gripping the edge of the pew, Your nails digging into the wood as your hips rose up on Copia's hand.

“Amore, I want to be inside you. I need you now please.” Copia whined, unable to stand how good your pussy felt on his fingers. There was no need to rest on ceremony, he couldn’t hold off any longer. 

“Take me C, show me how devoted you are to the sin of lust. To our dark God.” You replied, where those particular words had come from you didn't know, as he pulled his fingers from you. The Cardinal dropped his pants and undid his excessive buttons on his cassock. Rushing to get at his heavy, leaking cock as you wiggled out of your panties and leaned over the back of the pew. He pulled up your habit, bent over and ready as you revealed your dripping folds to him. 

"Oh sweet Lucifer." Copia said, sucking in his lower lip as he stared at you. “Are you ready cara?” his words, even more strained and overcome with the impulse to fill you.

“Yes! C, please I’m yours!” You cried, looking over your shoulder as you raised up your ass before him, an offering fit for Asmodeus himself. Copia licked his lips, his eyes never leaving your body, as he rubbed his cock through your folds. Once he gathered enough of your slick, the head of his pulsing red cock pushed through and  he buried it deep inside you.

“Mmmm…cazzo amore, you feel so good.” Copia groaned, sucking in air through his clenched teeth as he spread you out inside. Thrusting and pumping his hard cock into your warm cunt. You pushed yourself back on to him, allowing him in deeper. He grabbed hold of your thighs, steadying you as he fucked you right there in the chapel. Both of you too overcome with the heated sensations, of him sliding in and out, to care about being caught. 

The girth of his cock filled you so tightly. The pressure against your every bundle of nerves, setting you aflame. The way he moved, the feeling of him inside…it was so salacious and unlike anything you'd experienced before. You wondered how the two of you were ever able to abstain before. 

Copia pulled you up a bit, your hands still holding on the back of the pew for dear life, as he re-positioned you. “C? Ahhh AHHH!” You screamed, as this new position had him hitting you in just the right spot. Your body, clenching down around his cock and holding tight to him with his every movement.

“I want to be deeper inside you, feel every part of you." Copia panted as he rolled back your hips. The tip of his cock was pressing hard against your ribbed flesh with each thrust. The spot before only you managed to find, somehow the virginal Cardinal had found it within moments. The way it felt to have his cock rubbing you there sent you floating, your soul transcending your body.

You came hard, seizing down on him. Tasting the colors as they flashed by—painted on your eyelids held closed tight. Your mind, completely awash in the sensations felt between you. The rat man had surpassed all expectations sending you to the heights of passion and lust never before imagined. 

With each passing moment, things only deepened in intensity. Both of you, clambering for air and struggling to maintain your grip. Quickly losing the strength to keep going but still needing to meet that extremely satisfying and fulfilling end. Copia continued to pump himself into you, the drops of sweat felt as they rolled down the small of your backs.

“Mmm… How? C?” you asked, breathless. Your words,  almost incomprehensible as Copia smiled. He pressed his lips to your shoulder and he pounded himself even deeper. 

“You bring out the beast in me. I need to fill you. Por favore allow me to cum…I don’t think I can hold it any more.” he growled, his grip tightening as he dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass. Copia losing his coordination with each subsequent thrust, ever so close to letting go.

“Cum C! Make me cum again for you!” You screamed. All of a sudden Copia pulled out from you, the sudden shock the loss of his width inside you short lived as he whipped you around to sit on his lap. You sunk back down on his cock, this time facing him. It was even more intimate and intense, his eyes locked with yours as he began to thrust up inside you, rubbing your clit with his fingers.

Your mouth fell open with his gentle touch. Copia taking his time as you rode him, holding you to slow you down. Both of you delighting in the feeling of you rocking your hips as you slid up and down on his hard shaft. 

“Ah…mmm...you feel so good amore. I—I'm cumming, now cum for me!” Copia's words acting as a command, feeling his cock swell inside you. Pressing just enough more to send you over. You saw sparkles in your vision as you felt him begin to cum, the hot ropes of his seed pouring deep inside you. Your cunt squeezing him tightly as he tried to keep moving. 

You both let out a final yowl as you road out the fall from your heights of pleasure. When it was all said and done you collapsed into Copia's arms. Sweaty and satisfied, a wide smile pressed on your face. Never before had  felt this way and you suddenly wondered where this sweet dorky man had been hiding all this animalistic lust. 

Copia broke the quiet come between the two of you as he spoke. “Did…did I do alright?” he asked, his face still flush from release. You looked at him in pure disbelief. Surely this wasn’t a serious question. Was it?

“I don’t want to sound like im being disingenuous or like im making stuff up…” you began swallowing back as you prepared yourself to answer, “C…I—I saw the end of the universe with that orgasm.” you confessed. You felt the words may sound silly but your satisfied, yet sore body was a testament to their truth. The cosmos had opened up to you with his touch. The pleasure he made you feel renewed your soul in ways that only Lucifer himself would be able to put into words, words beyond what you could muster. 

“Okie dokie. Thats good then?” he asked, still unsure of himself as he smiled up at you. You couldn't help but break out in laughter. How naive he could be to not realize this. How could he not realize what a sex god he was as you sat in his lap within the pews, covered in sweat and cum from the encounter. Surely he was only joking, but you responded anyway. 

“Yes, C…that was definitely good.”

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[atomicwrite]

Hi there, have any female reader x Sonic nsfw headcanons that you wanna share? I not gonna judge, I read the one with Shadow and now I’m curious, it was good by the way.

Sureee! I actually had some Sonic NSFW HC's in my drafts folder 🫣 I hope they are good enough 🙏🏻

Tysm!! ♡

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• I personally think he can be pretty vocal in bed. Not as in moaning or anything, but just like groaning or talking dirty and telling you what to do. He's very confident in bed with you, but it's even better if you explicitly tell him what you want.

• When you're in bed together, he'll usually start off by kissing you for a long time (which leaves him being horny pretty often) 😳

• I believe he hates not being in control, but he doesn't mind you taking the lead once in a while. It really turns him on when you take control for a few minutes.

• His favorite position is missionary. Pretty standard, I guess, but that could change depending on his mood.

• Sometimes he likes to get creative in bed, but only because he wants to please you more than himself. He can last quite a while if you let him, so don't worry about stamina.

• Likes to tickle you during sex 😭 he appreciates your close connection, which is why he thinks it's important to be a little playful during the act.

• Sonic is probably the most playful character out there. Always trying new things and exploring new ways to make love. Definitely not shy at all.

• He loves foreplay almost as much as sex. If he hasn't been able to get hard yet, he'd rather have foreplay than go straight into it.

• Also, he has an active imagination, but it's mostly focused on your body. So many different positions, techniques, etc. He's always looking for new ways to stimulate you.

• He loves it when you give him oral too, especially when you use your tongue (or breasts if they are big enough 👁👁)

• Sonic is always on top, but sometimes likes to lay back - he is fine with either one.

• Totally open-minded, so he'll try any position or technique you throw at him. Again, he's always looking for new ways to turn you on.

• Can go from 0 to 100 real quick. Be prepared for him to start pounding away on you the moment he gets inside of you.

• Really likes making you cum first before he does.

• He's okay with slow sex, but prefers fast sex. Especially once you get him going, he won't stop until you've both had enough.

• Likes to tease you during sex, especially when you're on top. He'll grab your hair and push up harder into you, or move faster than you want him to, just to see how you react.

• "See who's in control now?" He loves playing around like that with you.

• He likes making eye contact during sex, especially when he is deep inside you. Just staring into each other's eyes while he penetrates you will be enough to get him off.

• "Let's see who can hold out longer..." He enjoys that kind of competition.

• Also loves giving you multiple orgasms. Even if he's already cummed, he still wants to keep going, knowing that it will drive you crazy.

• If he ever gets tired, he will take a short break and cuddle with you, but then he'll come back stronger and more intense than before.

#this is smut #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader