How would Yandere! Househusband goes about having kid(s) if reader is really hesitant and or don’t want them ever.
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Warnings: Matriarchy, toxic relationship, Mentions of cannibalism, murder, stal
Yandere! Househusband X fem! Reader who doesn't want kids.
Warnings: Slight NSFW, Mpreg, Matriarchy, mentions of Non-con, Toxic relationship, Possessive husband, Manipulative Husband, etc.
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Yandere! Househusband, who absolutely wants kids. He'll be really pouty when you say that you don't want kids ever. But he is understanding, at first.
Yandere! Househusband, who is understanding of your decision to not have kids in the first few years of your marriage. He just wants your attention to himself only! No one else!
Yandere! Househusband, who eventually starts whining about wanting to have kids with you.
Yandere! Househusband, who doesn't understand why you don't want to be a mother! He knows that both of you will be great parents!
Yandere! Househusband, who asks his mother to threaten the boss of your company to give you a promotion and give you less work, just so you can spend more time with him.
Yandere! Househusband, who regularly takes care of the neighbor's kids, just to show you how much of a good father he will be. He takes care of them as if they were his own children.
Yandere! Househusband, who starts searching up names for your future children. He will also search up potential schools and extra-curriculars to send your children to. He will purposefully leave his phone out in the open for you to see that he's shopping for baby clothes.
Yandere! Househusband, who daydreams about you two being parents. He has a sketchbook filled with potential scenarios of you and your future children. He wonders if they will get your personality or not. It would be a hassle if they managed to get his personality. But oh well, he won't hesitate to pass down his methods to his children.
Yandere! Househusband, who stops taking his birth control ultimately. He is very desperate to get you to impregnate him.
Yandere! Househusband, who starts wearing lacy and delicate lingerie to seduce you. He'll be wearing a silk red robe whenever you come home from work.
Yandere! Househusband, who starts poking holes into condoms whenever he buys them. He will not stop doing this until you two have kids.
Yandere! Househusband, who won't hesitate to tie you down to the bed and forcefully make you have kids with him. He will just giggle and say that it's for your own good. You trust him, don't you?
Yandere! Househusband, who gets baby fever whenever you take care of your friend's kids. He is for sure that you'll be a great mother! You are so gentle and kind with them! He can't wait to give you a child.
Yandere! Househusband, who asks his parents to comment on how much they desire to be grandparents. See! Even his parents know that you'll be a good mother! Why can't you see that!
Yandere! Househusband, who wants kids for one thing only. Confirmation. If he ends up being pregnant, that means that you will be tied to him for the rest of your life. You cannot leave him, even if you tried. Having a kid would mean that only you, belong to him. And only he, belongs to you.
Yandere! Househusband, who practically suffocates you with affection whenever you two talk about having kids. Ren will literally suffocate you with affection in order to make you agree to his demands.
And don't worry, dear reader, You can and will agree to his demands.
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A/N: I'm so sorry for the late reply. I was having a bit of a writer's block. I am also working on a masterlist just so you all can request for other fandoms besides my ocs.
warning(s): non-consensual voyeurism, mentions of masturbation, slight feminization (? even tho oc is technically genderfluid), anal fingering, slight forbidden romance, slight age gap, scent kink, reader is half korean and technically not meant to be depicted as fair skinned, top!m!reader.
notes: ages: joon-woo (28), reader (27), sung-ho (25), seong-jin (24), hyun shik (23) || i have fallen SO HARD.. for stray kids and even ateez slightly (mfking SEONGHWA bby😩😩), and honestly danny’s (aka sooniebby) works Rockstar and Maknae (definitely give them a read) also have inspired me to do this. he’s also helped me with the group’s name, very much appreciated the help🙏🏼🙏🏼. don’t be too harsh on me y’all, i’m new into this space and i know how feral mfs can be. anyways haha enjoy this lil concept! MINORS DNI! HAVE YOUR AGE IN BIO!
tagz 🏷️: @sooniebby
You were blessed to be selected by Hwang Joon-woo after being stuck as a trainee for so long, watching every friend you made leave and blossom without you in stardom. You ticked a lot of the box's companies hunted for, but due to Korea’s set beauty standards, it was one of the reasons why they were hesitant to take someone who was not fully Korean…
Dreams you’ve held onto since you were a young were grower bleaker and bleaker, but thankfully, Joon-woo, the talented leader of the up-and-coming group, Love Fever, would see potential in you, and chose you to be a part of his group.
You’re not ashamed to admit that you sobbed like a baby that day.
Your position in the group was that you were basically Joon-woo’s second in command since you’re younger than him, and Joon-woo was relieved to finally have someone closer to his age to help shoulder some of the responsibility, and just be able to connect with someone better.
Joon-woo, although a very capable and dedicated leader, can be hard to deal with at times. He’s a perfectionist and a bit of a control freak, but overall you understand his burdens.
The industry is a fighting ring and Joon-woo just wanted to keep the group afloat.
You were welcomed with warm, and enthusiastic glee by your maknaes, and with your combined creativity, Love Fever began to shoot even further into the limitless stars.
But life is not without its hurdles.
Soon you find yourself unexpectedly growing attracted to one of your beloved maknaes, Hwang Sung-Ho, also known as Sungie or Sunnie amongst friends and fans, and Joon-woo’s younger brother.
Sung-Ho truly was blessed with good looks and talent. He was bright like the sun, charismatic, and was passionate about his craft as an artist.
It’s not exactly love, definitely lust, but maybe a pinch of feelings, and you’re cautious of all your thoughts when it comes to Sung-Ho. You respect him and his brother, and well, you have no clue if he’s even into guys.
Unfortunately for your group though- and Joon-woo even agreed with the rule- your group was not allowed to date or have hookups, especially since your first concept is being specific types of boyfriends to your fans.
Tragic, but you can deal.
So, you kept your head down, focusing on pushing out lovestruck lyrics, trained and built your body how the company wanted, and pushed your attraction down, becoming well acquainted with your hand, your own imagination, or what’s out on the web.
You were doing fine until you discovered a dirty little secret.
It was an accident.
You had slept in since you were up late with Joon-woo at the studio going over various lyrics and beats. The residence was quiet, Joon-woo at the gym, and Hyun Shik and Seong-Jin out for breakfast and coffee; you assumed Sung-Ho was also with them as the three were practically glued to each other’s sides.
After completing your little morning routine with washing your face, brushing your teeth, and fixing your hair, you were prepared to get a small bite from the kitchen when you heard a sound of distress, or so you thought.
It became very apparent that the sound wasn’t of distress, but of delight, coming straight from Sung-Ho’s room…
Morally, you should’ve just walked away and forgotten about it, but your dick won the electoral vote. So, from your place at the crack of the door, your pupils swallow your irises at the sight of Sung-Ho writhing around on his bed, your shirt, that you let him borrow the night before, adorned his frame, his legs and thighs hugged by cutesy lace thigh highs, something that has your heart racing and doing no favors for your growing hunger.
His ass greedily clenched around the three fingers he’s got thrusted inside, and his cock- which to no surprise was beautiful- was leaking and twitching against his abdomen.
A bit of drool slipped from your lips, but you weren’t focused on that, still fixated on the lewd sight that had your cock stirring.
And it gets better- or worst- however you want to see it.
"Hyung...H-Hyung,” Sung-Ho whimpers, his legs spreading even more without shame, believing he was getting off in peace. His back arches and he fists the wrinkled shirt, pressing it into his nose and inhaling deeply. “Mmh.. S’not enough,” he pants. “Hyung, I want you to fuck me soo bad...!”
Oh, you so wanted to give him what he desired. Fuck him so good that he wouldn’t be able to dance or sing properly for a good bit. But you hold yourself back and stored this tidbit of information for later.
Maybe you can work something out. He clearly wants you too, but you shouldn’t be too hasty—.
Your phone buzzes to life in your shorts.
᭄᭡ decor credits to: @/beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep, & cafekitsune
sypnosis: your best friend is bad at pleasuring people, and he's moping because of it. you, being the good friend that you are, decided to lend him a hand. (your mouth and ass as well!)
𝅄 ༊࿐⠀ִthis is heavily inspired by cozy cub's audio about a "straight best friend" (tiger tier exclusive audio in patreon: Straight Best Friend Helps you Experience your Deepest Desires) and i'm just very incredibly in need of something to write so,, have a small drabble !
CONTENT WARNING ! — mdni. straight guy! moc x satyriac! mreader, sub!moc, dom!moc, blowjobs, riding, rutting, feminization mentioned, moc cries, reader is kind of an asshole here, you guys are established childhood friends
wc — 2.2k
you're an individual with special needs, one that your bestest friend in the whole entire fucking universe can give. everyone considers you to be someone who isn't exactly the one with the shiniest bald head in a shed (is that what they say?), but you consider yourself to be a very talented person. exhibit one: you have a creative and imaginative mind! you can easily concur a feasible lie to get out of any situation.
did you clog the toilet? no, how can you when you don't even shit. why didn't you do your homework? you did, but then you woke up and realized you had been answering your homework in your dreams. are you fucking khysa's boyfriend from your fine arts class? no! of course-the-fuck-not! but you have sucked his dick once.
and you were pretty damn good at it too.
if you excelled in sketching and in structure designs, then you pretty much have transcended in the art of licking balls. every single man who you have offered a mind-blowing (heh) blowjob always end up giving you a call back or end up saving your cell number so that they could re-experience the euphoria your mouth had given.
hell, even your best friend — who's a straight guy, actually — can testify!
"you want to— huh?" for a moment, you saw his eyes almost bulge out of their sockets before he regains composure, asking you to repeat your sentence in case he misheard.
he, in fact, did not mishear. "let me suck your dick."
he had to sit down and talk you down about him being surprised at the sudden realization that you were homosexual (which made you extremely confused since you were 100% sure he was aware of your little adventures throughout the campus) and he had to lecture you about him being accepting and supportive of you but he is kind of put off by your behavior towards him now that he knows that you find guys attractive in that way.
that and the fact you've always openly showed your interest towards him, but he was so deep in denial that you never bothered to take him seriously.
still, his internal battle with his own sexuality couldn't—will not—deter you from being the horny freak that you are.
"su – sure ... i guess ...?" was the only approval he gave you when you asked the same question with a squint of your eyes and the smile on your lips. "ju – just don't ... don't do anything weird after this, okay?" without anymore further questions, you dove down and unzipped his pants with your teeth with a hum and pulled his briefs down his balls all the while still using your teeth. of course, to tease your adorable best friend, you kept your eyes locked with his despite him covering his face with his hands. (he can't help take a peek)
soon enough, you were arching your back at the feeling of his thick tip breaching your throat and his fingers tightly gripping your locks. you felt your eyes roll to the back of your air as you struggled to keep your breathing stable as your best friend continously kept pounding your throat like it was his personal pocket pussy.
you didn't have to guess that he liked getting his dick sucked by you afterwards because he was left trembling on his bed with his jaw hung open when he orgasmed down your throat, his thighs twitching spasms at the delightful feeling of your soft tounge laying flat against his shaft while you eagerly drained him of his generational family.
so yes, you were talented when it comes to giving head.
you are someone who believes that in every situation you stumble in, there will always be an opportunity lying somewhere waiting for you. so when you find out that your best friend was being gossiped about being "too clumsy" and "too boring" in the bedroom by his bitter ex-girlfriends, you just had to show him how it's done!
"wh – what are yo –" lyle, the most adorable and awkward best friend you've ever had, turned red almost immediately at the sudden gossip you shared. "huh?! they said that?!"
you nodded and dramatically sighed, slumping down carpet in front of lyle, who was sitting rigidly on the couch. "yeaahh – but it isn't true, right?" turning to lie on your stomach and raising both feet on the air to swing them, you tilt your head to the side to look at lyle with a teasing gaze. "i mean, with the way your hips moved, i could say they aren't a bit off on the mark—"
"—!!!" lyle screeched out incoherent sounds of what seems like denial from the way he got so red from embarrassment.
"i can help you get better."
"—and it's not that i don't, bu – huh?" your blonde himbo friend stopped mid-sentence and went wide-eyed at your declaration. huh, feels like deja vu. "you... you're seriously just so – !! better at what?!" although, he already knew the answer, he didn't want to admit that he was in a situation wherein his ... gay best friend — who, mind you, gave him the best head of his life just weeks ago — was now propositioning to teach him how to fuck!! him – the best friend lyle had since forever! "i'm not sure you know what you're saying—"
"i'm telling you that i want to teach you how to fuck properly." you shrugged as if it wasn't even a big deal (it was to him) "who better to teach you than a guy who's been in the field?" lyle's eyes were still blown open along with his jaw that was struggling to form words. "besides, i'm your friend! i'd be one heck of an awful guy if i let my one and only best friend be talked bad about because you don't know how to properly use your dick." you gave him a scrutinizing look while pointing at his dick. lyle instinctively closed his legs and glared at you, his ears turning bright red.
"no. i'm not going to have sex with you." was his final answer. "i don't want to — it's weird!"
"it's only weird if you want it to be." you persistently pushed. you knew you should drop the conversation, but deep inside you really just wanted to help lyle. poor guy, he doesn't even know how much of a waste he is!
and also because you really liked guys with big dicks.
lyle huffed in frustration as he avoided your gaze. "no. i'm not going to have sex with a guy!"
you sighed in disappointment. "fiiiineee. suit yourself, i guess." oh well, guess you'd just have to kiss – uhm, wave good bye to the absolute weapon packed behind lyle's pants (you literally waved at it and earned a smack on the head).
that didn't last long until a couple of months later when the girl lyle dated for less than a week dumped him because he didn't know how eat pussy. yikes.
he was now semi-drunk and deliriously crying on your lap on his bed as he whined and sniffled about how shitty the girl was for dumping him for not being able to properly eat her out. being the good friend you are, you listened and nodded like you meant it but you were trying so hard to contain your laughter from the way he was pathetically whining about it.
"if i knew how much it meant to her i would have learned more about it!" lyle pathetically sobbed, eyes red and swollen from all the fat tears falling down his adorable face. "i – i'm willing to learn anywaaaayyy... waaahhhhh"
you softly cooed at your loser best friend and gave his hair comforting strokes as he pathetically cried on your thighs. "are you? i was so willing to teach you but you turned me down so fast." you half-heartedly teased, giggling when he gave your stomach a small pinch.
"i don't want toooo!" lyle continued to sob as he buried his head on your stomach. "i don't want to have sex with a guuuyyy!!" he cried.
"you can pretend i'm not." you snickered. it won't be a big of a deal to you anyway since you're used to dealing with guys who treat you like a girl. it's sexy to you and your sex partners, so you didn't see any reason to hate it. "you can pretend that my dick's just an overgrown cli—" a hand was slapped on your mouth to shut you up which accidentally ended up knocking you down on the mattress from how strong the smack was.
lyle, who was still half-drunk and had his rationality slowly being ripped apart from the way you talk to him and the way your body felt against his, sat up from his position and loomed above you, his arms nudging your thighs apart to crawl over you, placing his hands at either side of your head.
you and him stared intensely towards each other, the growing tension and his sharp gaze fixed on you and your lips made you excited. you could feel your dick getting wet already.
"... i don't want to have sex with a guy." lyle whispered on your lips, his face flushed, taking labored breaths as he gulps down a lump of saliva that was too hard to swallow. you rolled your eyes at that and grabbed his neck, rubbing his adam's apple —
"you won't. you'll be fucking me."
and fuck you he did.
the girls were right, he was awful in bed. he didn't know how to get a proper rhythm without just mindlessly pounding and constantly slipping out from how fast he was moving. you practically had to take over, straddling him, and leashing him by the use of your neck tie that you conveniently had on your nightstand.
"follow my lead." you mumble on his lips, your tie wrapped around your fist and his neck, constantly tugging on it to make him focus on your words. "hold my hips, come on."
like a puppy, lyle shakily followed your orders as his trembling hands grasped both sides of your hips, shuddering as you reposition yourself on his lap. god, he thinks he might just cum right then and there —
and he really might from the way you clenched against his shaft when you moved. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as his grip on you tightened, almost digging into your supple flesh. fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so fucking good. why do you feel so good? why are you so good to him? fuck.
"lyle, focus." you gave the tie a harsh tug when his head tipped back, tutting as you gave his cheeks little smacks. "how will you ever satisfy your girlfriend if you're like this, hm? focus, puppy. follow my rhythm."
slowly, you started to rock back and forth, twisting your hips in an angle that would make his dick reach the deepest parts of you that no one ever has. after all, if you were going to teach him for free, you might as well enjoy it.
lyle soon followed the rhythm of your hips, moans slipping from your mouth at the delicious friction being made inside you. "mmn, yes. just like that, lyle." you praised him, giving his neck little nibbles and kisses as you both picked up the pace, his dick endlessly leaking pre inside your ass as he whimpered and panted on your ear. "just like that— fuck, yes...! mh-!" you could feel his dick twitch from the praises you showered him, moaning even louder than you were and rutted inside you so desperately you'd fear that he would eventually just be stuck inside you forever (you don't really mind if that were the case).
"do you like— hng- do you like rubbing your cock's fat head dee inside your long-term friend's ass, lyle?" you teased, wondering if your little jab at his ego would wake him up from his drunk reverie. you cupped the sides of his face to direct his glazed gaze on your own, eager to push your stuck-up friend's buttons to satisfy your own little ego. "hm? ahn – ah, ah — do you? hnnn— bet you've never imagined the day tha — haa, i'd be taking your cock like a pro, huh? shittt—" as much as you wanted to rile him up by locking eyes until he eventually realizes the situation you're both in, you couldn't. you can't help but let your eyes roll shut from the way his tip was rubbing against your sweet, sweet, spot and feel the delicious friction the girthy length of his cock was rubbing against your walls. "—fuck, lyle, that's so fucking good-"
"why, haa-" lyle wrapped his hands around you, trapping your arms in his embrace as he properly sat up, halting his thrusts and opted to just grinding on your spot. you squealed, jolting at the feeling of your bundle of nerves being played with. "call me puppy again, hah, please..."
"wha...?" for a moment, you were the one who snapped out of your cock-drunk reverie and forced your mind to understand what lyle had said with the most whiniest and submissive voice you have ever heard in your entire life. not even the porn you've watched and jerked off to could compare from the way it turned you on and made your cock go limp for a second. "lyle?"
"no, no, no, no—" he sobbed, tears forming in his eyes. "call me— haah, hnn—please. please, please, please." he begged so sweetly and so desperately it made your heart skip a beat. now you get why people preferred submissive guys. "please, [name]..." he sniffled while rutting his hips against yours, never once pulling his hips back and pulling out. he never wants to be apart from your tight heat, no. it's too good to let go.
your own dick jumped at the ruined look on your friend's face. he looked so... pathetic. whining and muttering repeatedly about how good it felt, how he wanted to feel even more good, and how much he wanted to be called—
"awwe, puppy..." you cooed, cupping his cheek with one hand (you had to squirm to get him to lessen his grip) and digging your fingers into his locks, rubbing his scalp. "you're so fucking cute." you whisper on his lips. sticking out your tounge, you pried his lips open and devoured him.
you felt him cum.
he practically squirted his cum inside you from how quick it was to overflow outside your ass, his hips bucking wildly and legs spasming from how good it felt. still, even while cumming and whining loudly in your mouth, his hips still worked and rutted against you, digging his cum to push it right inside to make sure that it stays in you.
you could feel your own groan of delight purring in your throat as you moved your hips alongside his while you dominate and stake claim of his mouth, sucking on his tounge and eating him alive. you could feel him shudder, his arms still securely locked around your waist.
you had to tug his hair to pull him away from you, a thick string of saliva connecting your lips to his. panting, he gazed at you with glazed eyes, expression colored with the lovely shade of red, completely sexed out. "make me cum, puppy." you purred.
like a sailor following a siren's heavenly voice, his rutting gradually picked up the pace until he was full on fucking you and the cum inside of you. you led held his tricep and led it to your dick, wrapping his hand around it. "touch me— there-!"
you threw your head back, keening in bliss as he started pumping his fist. you arched your back, almost losing your balance if it weren't for lyle's strong arm holding you in place. seeing your chest being showcased right in front of him, lyle took the opportunity and sucked.
cumming, you tugged on his hair and pushed your ass back, making sure you engulfed his entire cock as you came. your body spasmed and twitched all over, including your inner muscles that wrapped so snugly against lyle's cock. seeing you shoot cum all over your chest and his and the feel of your walls clinging to him, he came buckets again.
he buried his head into the crook of your neck, moaning so loud he overpowers your own.
you felt your body sag against his, your afterglow sending shocks of pleasure in your bones. lyle hasn't pulled out yet. you both sat there, panting and gasping for air.
just as you were about to get up, lyle shoved his head on your chest and lolled his toung around your untouched nipple.
"hnn—! lyle, wai—" you didn't even get a chance to complain when he flipped the both of you on the bed, trapping your body under his. you screamed from overstimulation, his cock still hard inside you. "hey, at least let me get a drin— mnngjh?!"
he covered your mouth, shushing you as he pushed his shaft deeper inside. your body violently twitched as you felt his cum overflow. with widened eyes, you locked with his own glazed ones.
oh fuck. did you screw up?
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this is sooooo rushed TT this was supposed to be headcanons to debut my new pairing but i decided to just straight up jork it @_@ !! do u guys wanna see more of them ? i have another plot in my head just for these two sillies !!
“He’s staying?” She murmurs to him, feeling Austin brushing the skin under her eyes softly. Still under that cloud of haze, enjoying the feel of his hands on her. Bringing her heart rate back down to a normal level, his lips meeting her forehead. Hands massaging her thighs, up to her hips, seeing the finger tip shaped bruises already forming.
“I’ll ask him okay Baby? Did so well for us.” He tells her, pressing a kiss to her head and lifting her back up. Bringing her to the room he checks the bedding to make sure it’s not wet at all. Before he’s tugging the thick comforter down and tucking her in, she makes a soft sound before he’s quieting her again. Brushing her hair back again, grabbing his briefs and sliding them up his thighs. Sitting back down next to the girl, rubbing her neck gently as she lays there.
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Eliora POV
The club was quieter than usual that night. The air hummed with the low bass of music and murmured laughter, but the energy was softer, more subdued. I stood at the bar, my glass untouched, watching the shifting lights play across the mirrored walls.
I wasn’t nervous. Not exactly. But I wasn’t at ease either.
My time with Lando had taught me how to stand still, how to breathe even when my heart raced, how to hold eye contact and not flinch. He’d taught me more than I could ever repay - but I’d known for a while that something was missing.
When he appeared beside me, I didn’t have to turn to know it was him. The air always seemed to change when he walked into a room.
"Still prefer the quiet corners, hm?" he said, sliding onto the stool next to me.
I gave a small smile. "Old habits."
He studied me for a long moment. Then, with the faintest smirk, "You’ve outgrown me."
I blinked. "That’s not..."
"It’s not an insult," he cut in gently. "You’ve learned everything I can give you. And that’s a good thing."
Silence stretched between us. Lando wasn’t wrong - I’d felt it for months, that restless ache, the sense that I’d hit a ceiling I couldn’t see.
He nodded toward the far side of the club. "Come on. There’s someone I want you to meet."
We wove through the low lights and velvet booths until we reached one of the private lounges. It was quieter there, the thrum of the music softened by the thick curtains.
A man sat alone at the table, a glass of something dark in his hand. His posture was easy, relaxed - but there was an alertness in his eyes when he looked up.
Oscar Piastri.
Lando clapped a hand to his shoulder. "This is Eliora. She’s been learning with me for the past year."
Oscar’s gaze flicked to me and lingered, curious but not invasive. "You’ve trained her well," he said. His voice was low, measured. "You can tell."
Lando laughed softly. "She trained herself, mostly. I just pointed her in the right direction."
I felt her pulse quicken. There was something different about Oscar. He didn’t have Lando’s confident smirk or teasing energy; his control was quieter, grounded. He didn’t need to fill the silence.
When Lando excused himself a few minutes later, the air between us shifted.
Oscar tilted his head. "You look like someone who likes to understand things before she commits to them."
"I do," I admitted.
"Good," he said simply. "I prefer people who think before they follow."
He gestured toward the dance floor where the lights pulsed rhythmically. "This place can feel like chaos. But underneath it - everything runs on rules. The question is whether you want to learn new ones."
My heart beat faster, but my voice stayed calm. "Maybe."
Oscar’s mouth curved into the faintest smile. "Maybe’s a start."
He pulled a small card from his jacket and set it on the table between us. No logo, no design - just a number written in neat, precise handwriting.
"If you decide you want to talk," he said, "call me. Don’t think of it as replacing him. Think of it as continuing your education."
And then he stood, finishing his drink in one slow sip before disappearing into the crowd.
I sat there, staring at the card, my reflection fractured in the mirrored wall beside her. I’d come tonight thinking something was ending. Instead, I found herself wondering if it was just beginning.
Synopsis: When Cain gets back from a rough case, he asks for some help unwinding.
Content (& warnings): smut, dom!gn!reader, sub!cain, dumbification, overstimulation for sure, handj*bs, p w/ no plot
A/N: alas I still don’t know how tumblr works :(. I spun a wheel or 2 to get me writing things n I ended up w/ writing this around 2 am. If anyone has tips for how to tag better PLS lmk!!
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“Please, I can’-“ once again for the nth time that night, you’ve drawn an orgasm from your boyfriend like it was nectar from the sweetest flowers.
You’ve got him lying with his back pressed against your chest, a vibrator in him as you’ve been rhythmically pumping his cock.
Between the long cases that leaves him away from you for weeks at a time, and him begging for a way to turn his brain off, who are you to not oblige?
“I know, hun, but you’ve got at least one more in you, right?” You hum in amusement as one of his hands reaches for your wrist as a poor, final attempt for some sort of control.
Cain shakes his head and the whining has a such a thick drawl for something that’s so nonsensical, you can tell you’re getting closer to fulfilling his request.
“‘S too much- please- m ‘gunna-“ another quickly waves over him once again, spilling all over your hand and himself. His head’s leaning back into you as he tries to control his breathing, grinding into your hand that’s still working him.
Alas, he’s still talking, a sign his request hasn’t quite been fulfilled. You use your hand to reach over to the remote, turning the vibrations up.
It’s going to be a long night, but he’s deserved every single minute of this.
For my friend, @darcymikaelsonblog, she’s 19 today, happy birthday you bitchy cakepie. Second chapter should be done tomorrow.
Birthdays are made for confesions
AN: Castiel/OC, Dom!Castiel, Sub!OC, part 1/2
It was really nice day. Mondays don’t tend to be nice for lots of people, but Martha loved them, so she told me anyways. Especially this one, because it was her birthday. She was wondering (her eyes glinted with anticipation, as she was talking), what she’s going to get from Sam and Dean. Our last hunt was last week in New Orleans - wendigo was slayed by the time of lunch, so they thought about buying some “girl stuff” as they called it, there. But we decided against it, because I wanted to buy her something special, because she was special and deserved more, than just some clothing or jewels. So when we came with nothing until thursday, we had a “family meeting” as Dean called it. We sat by the table in the main room in bunker and discussed what came to our minds. Martha was, fortunately, away, she said she’s having a “girls nights out” with Jane and that she’d be back on sunday. I was tempted to fly to her to check if she’s okay, but she didn’t like it, when I was, apparently, sneaking on her. She gave me this “talk about personal space” like Dean.
“What about some hair product?” Sam started.
“That would be nice gift.” I said. In the corner of my eye, I saw Dean rolling his eyes.
“No, she’s not some ordinary Joe, it has to be something awesome and long lasting, hair products tend to disapear after just few months of using. In your case weeks, Sammy.” Sam’s face scrunched in his favourite manner, something that I heard Dean calling “bitchface”. It was not a good term for him to use, not especially for his own brother’s face, but I noticed they didn’t mind using vulgarisms on each other. Or on me. I’m starting to get used to it.
“Then enlighten me and suggest something already!” Sam shouted and Dean snorted at this. I frowned. Is there something funny?
“I don’t know anything about gifts for women, okay? I never gave anything to anyone, except you and dad. You are the same case. Cas too. Or am I wrong, Cas?” He turned to me and I shook my head.
“No, Dean, you’re unfortunately right. We have to ask someone, who knows what kind of gifts tend friends to give to someone special. What about this friend of yours, Charlie Bradbury?” I suggested.
“That’s good idea, I wanted to check on her anyway. So, get this, I’ll take the Impala and find out what she knows and you guys can borrow my laptop and do some research on net.” When Dean wanted to interrupt, Sam points his index finger on him and raises his eyebrows.
“I’ll be back in mo. Don’t worry about baby, you know I can take care of her.” When he started to walk away, Dean shouted: “bring some pie!” after him.
“Stupid research, well, let’s go to my awesome brother’s room. I’ll make a mess in there, then he’ll never give me research on his laptop ever again.” Dean muttered while we were walking in the hallway. He went to the kitchen and grabbed beer and tuna sandwich. I frowned, because he doesn’t like fish meat, but I let it go, maybe he wanted to try new flavours.
When we reached Sam’s bedroom, I heard someone’s whispering my name. I stopped on door’s threshold and tried to catch who belongs to that voice. I suddenly felt ill feeling in my stomach. Something is happening. Something bad. And it’s happening to Martha. Her voice grew louder and by the time I was trying to found her exact location, she was shouting for help. I wanted to fly off immediatly, but I remembered Dean was here and he’ll be disapointed if I abandoned him without word.
“Dean, something is happening to Martha, I’m going to help her. You stay here.” I calmly said and hoped he won’t object. But he proved me wrong.
“No way, Chuckles, take me with you as a back up. If she’s in trouble, I want to help. And what if Jane’s in danger too and you wouldn’t have time to save both of them. I’m goin’.” He came in front of me with Ruby’s knife in his hand and waited for my fingers to land on his forehead.
We landed in some dark place. It looked like some old factory. Dean was clutching his abdomen and muttering “I’ll not poop for week again.” Suddenly, I heard scream behind me and I turned around. Someone jumped at me and tried to bite my neck. Vampire, to be exact. I easily throwed it away and heard how the beast screeched from pain. He got up and lunged at me again, but this time I had my angel blade in my hand and with one movement his head was no longer attached to body. His blood stained my trenchcoat, later I’d clean it with my grace.
I took down two more and I glanced at Dean’s direction to make sure he’s alright, but he was already going to check the other rooms for Martha and Jane. We hadn’t heard any sound since then, it was “deadly silence” as someone calls it. Dean opened a few doors, before someone attacked him. I rushed to him, ready to slice head of this girl, her head already in the crook of his neck, but I recognised her hair. It was Jane. I was wrong, she was not biting him, she was hugging him, actually. Dean was disoriented for a minute, before he hugged her back.
“I’m so glad you two came, if not, she’d be dead. Or a vampire.” Jane’s voice was barely recognisable for her closeness to Dean, but I heard her. I inhaled sharply and looked around.
“Where is Martha?” I asked and walked behind Dean to see her face. She had red face, probably from crying, the tears were drenching Dean’s shirt.
“She’s in that room, unconscious, but she’s okay, they just knocked her on head when she struggled too much. I checked her breathing and she’s alive.” She mumbled and I went to this dirty storage room, that she pointed her finger on. I hardly saw anything, but I could make out a body laying on the ground. I crouched beside it and it was truly Martha. Her face was bloodied and she was pale, but she was alive.
Happiness flooded through my being and I was surprised to feel it. My vessel’s heartbeat sped up for no reason (or so I thought) and I was compelled to touch her soft hair. This feeling was something I’ve never felt before. It was similar to what I felt when I was human and April looked at me, when she was pretending to have interest in me. Or when Nora asked me if I was free for day and I thought it was a date. But this was stronger. This was craving for her, for my friend to become my lover.
I shook my head and pushed the feelings away. This is not the right time. Two of my fingers touched her cheek and I tried hard to not enjoy the softness of her skin. My grace travelled from there to the wound and healed the broken cells. She gasped and opened her chocolate eyes. When she saw me, she smiled. I couldn’t help myself to smile back and I offered my hand for her to take it. When she took it with her cooler and smaller hand, my senses tingled.
“Thank God, you heard me. Thanks, Castiel.” Shiver went down my spine, when she said my name. What is wrong with my vessel? Maybe it was because she was always calling be by nickname Dean gave me. Why she used my full name was not clear to me. I suddenly remembered the state of my clothes and cleaned them with my power of heaven.
I helped her up, but she wasn’t completely okay, she certainly had concussion. So when her legs gave out, When I grabed her under back and knees, she yelped in surprise, and I carried her away from this beast hole.
Jane was still clinging on Dean and I smirked. They were adorable as bunnies in winter, hugging themselves for little warmth.
“Let’s go, hold tight.” I said before I carried us back home. To the bunker, I mean. I can’t call it home, because there was always chance that it would be destroyed. But I can call home wherever Winchester brothers and these two girls were. Even if it was just laying in the field under stars. I imagined Martha’s face in starlight. That would be the most precious sight I’ve ever seen.
My dreams were interrupted by Dean complaining about his digestion. I rolled my eyes, for his moaning was not of importance.
Then I remembered that Martha was still in my arms and my insides clenched. Her soft skin under my fingers was making my vessel’s temperature grow and breath quick. Her shirt was loose and had no sleeves and so my hand was on her bare shoulder. I tried to not look at her, but vessel’s curious eyes were soon travelling across her face. She looked flustered, her pale skin was tainted with red. We shared a few moments, just staring at eachother’s very souls.
“What are you two, frozen? Or you want to be alone?” Dean’s voice broke our trance. I ignored him and instead stealthed my grip on Martha’s fragile body.
“My mistake, I should put you in your bed, you need to rest.” She wanted to protest, but I hardened my gaze and her lips closed with defeat. I moved to go to her chamber, leaving Dean and Jane alone.
When I kicked the door open, she yelped. I found that really cute.
“My apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t scare me, I just didn’t expect it. Well... Cas, can you put me down?” I looked at her, stunned at her question. My vessel’s brain apparently shut down and I couldn’t move.
“Cas? Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” She raised her hand to my shoulder and touched it. I gasped, finally able to do something, even if it was to do the opposite of what I intended.
“Sorry, I was just thinking. I should put you to bed and then you’ll sleep.” I said authoritatively and done what I’ve said. I reached for covers and layed them on her to warm her. When I turned to leave, she catched my hand and pulled me towards her.
“Can you please stay? I’m cold.” Indeed, her hands were cooler than ice and I didn’t like it. My mind was telling me it’s a bad idea, but I couldn’t left her with so low temperature. She could catch flu. Yes, she’ll have discomfort if I left, she’d be better when I lay down and... lord, take her form from behind to press her back to my chest. Vessel started to sweat from nerves.
These feelings were very uncharastical for me. I’m an angel of the lord and fear one girl.One really beautiful and special girl. I should put end to this by resolving the sexual tension and ask her to copulate with me. I’m not afraid. What can I loose? Oh, that’s right, her friendship. I should start with kissing her. It’s what humans do, when they’re expresing their love for each other, or am I wrong?
So I took her hand and kissed the back of it. She gasped softly and turned to face me. That made things easier.
“Martha, can I kiss you?” I asked bluntly. She chuckled, she perhaps thought that I’m joking. When she saw, that I’m not, her smile slipped away.
“You mean it?” Her eyes shined again with that glint, but there was something else entirely. Wanting, longing.
“Yes. I’d like to have our friendship become more. I want you to be my soulmate, partner, love. If you don’t feel the same way, I’ll accept it. Our relationship will remain untouched like it is. But if you want more, I want to kiss you. Can I, Martha?” Her pupils were large and the brown of her eyes disapeared for moment. I was lost in her stare and she was closing distance between us.
“Why are you still talking? Shut up and just kiss me, you dork.” She smiled again and I gazed at her lips for a moment. They were soft looking and pink. No, red. Something inbetween. I gave up to her spell and sat up a little, just to get on top of her and kiss her passionately.
“So, you like to top? Can a dork like you dominate?” She teased, at first I felt offended, but then I remembered that there was thing called “pillow talk” and “dirty talk”. I’d rather use first one, because second one needs proper research.
“Yes, I can. I was a leader of an army, so you-” I grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head, “-are under my control now.” Her breathing sped up and I figured out, that she liked to be dominated. So I tightened my grip on her hands and kissed her again, this time with all lust I kept inside. She moaned and I felt my vessel’s reproductive organ flowing with blood.
“You’ve been very bad girl today, Martha.” I trailed my kisses down her jaw and her throat. She was writhing under me, but I held her hips with my other hand.
“Hold still. You don’t want to have it harder for you than you’ll have it now. As I said, you’ve done disobedience. And for that you have to be punished.” She hummed and and idea came to me.
“So your punishment is to wait with copulating until you get your birthday present from me.” I said in low voice and she looked at me with frown.
“Not that, Cas! Anything else, but not that! You started this, so you better end it now!” She pursed her lips to express her hurt, but I just smirked and kissed her lightly.
“Waiting and obedience would be rewarded, until then, I’m sorry.” And I flew off.
