ᝰ.ᐟDomestic dominance headcanons I can’t stop thinking about
Guiding you through streets with a hand on your hips, moving past you in the kitchen by grabbing your hips or waist to nudge you aside. Maybe they're holding a hot pan or plate and will gently guide you aside with a hand on your hips and words like "Careful baby—there we go, good girl".
Make you keep eye contact with them whenever you speak, it could be you rambling on about your day fidgeting with something on your lap and they will guide you to look up with two fingers to your chin, gently coaxing you to meet their eyes, "Hey, eyes on me, pretty".
Always making sure you're fed. You're busy with work, typing one email after the other and they will come up behind you tap on your cheek and press a fruit slice to your lips "Open. Now" and you do because there's no other choice.
It's always the one worded commands that make you lose it.
"Sit."
"Come here."
"Stop."
You don't carry bags or touch door handles around them and if you try, "what did i say?" With that stern look that makes you shut up instantly.
Pulling you between their legs while they're on a call, pressing your back to their chest as their hand travels up your shirt and traces lazy patterns against your stomach while they talk, making you shudder.
You say something snarky, bratty, they just give you the look, lean in and say "That's not how you speak to me. Try again".
Knows when your exhausted and will come shut your laptop for you with a simple "You're done" and drag you off to bed over their shoulder if your unwilling to leave.
Makes sure you're hydrated, if your water bottle is not as empty as they wish they will simply place it in your hands and cross their arms, standing over you. "Drink. Now".
Will always put your seatbelt on for you, usually with a snarky "There. Try not to die".
Always offering you the best seat in the house with a pat on their lap "Come. Sit."
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various x reader ; wc: 130 ; info: fluff, gn reader ; notes: i really thought i did something with that small paragraph huh 🥲✌🏼 ✶
"It's cold," you grumbled, shivering and pulling your coat tighter around you.
"For sure," he agreed.
There was a moment where neither of you said anything, but relished the moment of peace, watching the waves lazily splash against the jagged rocks, giving the sun a standing ovation before it passed the spotlight to the moon, the new star of the show, illuminating the dark sky with her radiant presence.
You yelped as you felt icy hands suddenly wrap themselves around your neck, the culprit snickering.
"Why would you do that?!"
"It's cold, and you're warm. My little portable heater."
"You're making me colder!"
"Aw, lemme make you feel better."
He pressed a kiss to your cheek but you yanked your face away.
Virginpuppy!reader and your equally as desperate virginpuppy!partner.
Heat is constantly piling up under your skin, to the point the two of you spend every free moment pressed against each other. Curled in bed around your personal desire, each taking turns slowly grinding into each other through your sleep clothes, moaning sleeping praised into eachother.
A movie forgotten in the background as you push your sticky mound against their chubby one. Whines and whimpers fill the air around you as it becomes harder to breather, although hidden by layers of fabric , you could feel their desire and that shared want was the only thing that mattered. And that desired was made obvious by the dark wet splotched between both sets of legs not two minutes later.
All you two wanted to do was feel comforted, loved, to feel good, as long as you were together. Dreaming of spending forever just rutting against someone who wanted you just as bad.
A/n: Ash;’dldnrk, this is just so cute, may this love find me, AND SOON
A/N this is lowkey just some angst and comfort, also there are a few s2 & 3 spoilers, so just be aware :)
"I just don't understand-"
"What don't you understand?" He spun around to look at her. "What don't you get about what's happening?"
"This just isn't like you!" Y/n shouted back, her voice echoing through the empty beach, waves crashing being the background noise of their argument. "Following your dad around, kissing the asses of his investors, you aren't like that! You aren't like-"
"What? I'm not like what?" He stared into her soul, daring her to say it.
"Your dad! You're nothing like him or your brother!"
He laughed sardonically, "Thanks for the reminder."
"That isn't a bad thing!" She flailed her arms in exasperation. "You're kinder, and empathetic. You actually care about people and their feelings-"
"Oh okay, so I'm weak."
"That's not what I said."
"No but it's what you meant!" He shouted. "I'm always the weak one! I never handle anything the way anyone wants me to! I butchered prom years ago, I got fired from my med job, I mean holy shit it's been like five years since my mom died and I still can't deal with that!"
"And that's okay-"
"No it's not okay!" Tears were lining his eyes, but they were almost impossible to see in the dark, the only give away being when the light from the house would twinkle off of them. "I wasn't strong enough for her then," his voice broke, "I'm not even strong enough for her now. And I have nobody to talk to about it."
He lifted his head to look directly at her. "My dad's bringing his fuck ass mistress to my brother's wedding that my mother doesn't even get to be at, and I can't say anything about it!" He threw his hands in the air. "I mean she's helping plan the damn thing, and I just get to bite my tongue while the woman my dad cheated on my mom with sits there in her little dress getting thanked for everything she did to 'make this thing happen.'"
He leaned down and grabbed some pebbles from by his shoes, starting to chuck them angrily into the water since he couldn't throw them at his dad's head.
"That's where my mom should be!" He wound up and threw the rocks as hard as he could.
"He shouldn't even fucking be here!" Another rock.
"When has he ever cared about Jeremiah?"
Another rock.
"He couldn't be there for him while we were growing up, but hey! It's a chance for Adam to make it about himself, he's damn sure gonna take it!"
The last rocks went flying. He stood there panting, chest heaving as he glared out into the water.
She stood there a few feet away, watching him silently. She'd known he wasn't the biggest fan of Kaylee, but wasn't aware that she'd been the mistress. Everything was starting to make a little more sense, all of Conrad's behavior from the last few weeks starting to add up.
And she was with him, his dad had one hell of a nerve to bring her to his son's wedding, and she felt like she was watching this one decision unravel all four years of therapy the poor boy in front of her had done.
She didn't know what to say to make it better, she didn't even know if she could make it better, but despite this conversation starting as an argument, she felt honored that he'd felt safe enough to share these things with her. These things that had so clearly been weighing heavily on him.
They stood there silently for a minute, the only sound being the continuous crash of the waves against the beach.
And then slowly, she crept towards him, feet silent in the sand. Just little steps at a time until she was just a few inches from him, just a breath away from touching his arm.
Gently, slowly so as not to startle him, she wrapped her arms around his closet to her, resting her head on his shoulder. Y/n braced herself for him to push her away, and yet, ever so slightly, he leaned into her hold.
"Y'know, for what it's worth," she whispered, hesitant to break the silence. "I'm really proud of you."
There was a still moment where she held her breath, scared that she'd overstepped, but then he turned into her, wrapping her in his arms and burying his face in her shoulder.
"And I'm sorry your brother isn't acknowledging all you've been doing for him-"
His grasp around her waist tightened.
"And your mom does deserve to be here instead of her."
There in the silence, as she held him so tightly, she heard a small sob, one that gradually got louder and louder, before he was just letting himself cry into her shoulder, distraught.
She brought her hand to his head, running her fingers through his hair and gently scratching his scalp, swaying from side to side as he finally got to release everything he'd been holding. He continued to melt into her, fingers bunching her shirt as he inhaled the scent of her perfume.
For the first time since his mom had passed, he felt grounded, he felt safe.
"I've got you, Connie," she whispered into his ear, now stroking his back. "And I won't let you go unless you want me too."
"Don't," he rasped into her neck. "Please don't ever let me go."
content: fav x reader, cream pie, overstimulation lolz, one use of good girl, also not proofread im dumb
a/n: originally written for Jean but just insert whoever tbh
The sound of his hips slamming against your ass reverberates throughout the room, but it can’t compete with the loud moans and drawn-out whines that he forces from your lips. At this point, his thrusts are sloppy and uneven, but the tip of his cock is still able to hit that special spot deep inside of you. His massive form hovers over your broken body, one hand pressed into the sheets near your head while the other leaves a bruising grip on your hip. Light kisses are sprinkled behind your shoulders between his gasps and grunts; occasionally he layers another slap on your ass, leaving it throbbing and sore all over again. Your limbs are weak, and you’ve cum so many times, you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. Fine with him, it was just how he wanted you. “Hey, stop it.”, he had mumbled into your ear whenever you started writhing on the sheets, punctuating the command with a harsh thrust that left you crying out for him. ”Be still, baby. Just lie there and take it, you can handle it.” Any time you disobeyed that instruction, he would hold you still and fuck into you so hard you’d be sure to feel it over the next few days.
Slowing his movements to grind against your backside, he fills you up once again. He pulls back to leer at the thick stream of cum as it drips from your clenching hole, before pushing back in and watching it gush out around his dick, coating his cock in a mixture of you guys’ orgasms. His gaze travels over your heaving, trembling body; the bedsheets are wrinkled in your weak grip as you struggle to catch your breath. He leans down to press a kiss to your tinted, hot cheeks, and then the corner of your lips. Then he asks you a question, the same one he’s been asking after the last three times you came.
“Wanna give me one more, baby?”
Despite your indistinguishable babble, he understands your answer from the weak nod you give.”Good girl.”
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He was leaving soft pecks against your neck, tradition after you spending the night with him. You tried to roll around to escape from his grasp to only get get pulled back to his chest.
“Morning.” His soft husky voice against your ear. You could feel him smiling against your ear along feeling his hands move downwards.
your fav lying on their bed with their headphones in, fisting their cock to asmr of you. he knows its just someone doing a voice pretending that they're you, but if he closes his eyes he can forget that. he can imagine that you're on top of him, moaning because he is the one making you feel good. he groans as he sees your face, your hair, how your eyes look down at him full of lust and it's all for him. his hips buck as another moan sends a shiver down his spine. there's a hitch in your breath as your moans get louder and he imagines your head thrown back in ecstasy. tightening his grip, his hands speed up; willing himself to cum with you as you tell him how good he feels. he fists the sheet below him and his hips buck off the bed. spurts of cum staining his hand, a poor imitation for what it would feel like to cum inside you.
I was thinking about this and decided to share. I’ve never published anything before so please be nice! I didn’t really have anyone in particular when I wrote this but this could really be about your fav.
Warnings: NOT EDITED or anything so...do with that what you will. Spit Kink, Slapping, let me know if I missed anything. Anyways, enjoy. Very short
Minors/ageless blogs dni. I WILL block you, don't even try it
gn reader
You're drooling and don't even realize it. You're getting (a little) messy cause its just dropping and you don't even realize it. Your man has been noticing it and hasn't really said much besides teasing you a little bit. It's later on and you're laying on your back, he's in bed with you. Your drooling AGAIN cause your just that good at it. And all of a sudden you hear "Look at you getting spit everywhere again. Just my messy little baby huh" as he wipe some away with his thumb and put it back it in your mouth. And he leans over/towers you. His veiny hand wraps around your throat and he looks in your eyes as he says " Since you wanna be such a fucking mess, here let me help you". And he tips your head back as he slightly tightens his grip your throat and GOOD GOD do you hope his rings leaves marks on your throat. "Open, your fucking mouth, here" and just spits in your mouth, once, twice, and even slightly purposefully misses on the third cause you just wanna be a fucking mess. And he rubs the bit of spit into your face. "There, you liked that, huh? You want more?" and you're just so embarrassed because WHY are you so into this. And when you close your eyes he lightly smacks your face to get your attention back on him. "Hey, you don't ever fucking look away from me unless I'm done or I tell you too, okay?" and your cheeks are heated and warm from his slaps and the interaction. He slaps you again lightly as he says "Open your fucking mouth, again". He slides two fingers in as it presses down on your tongue and he's just surveying you, your complacency, your mouth. The sight is so sinful for him AND for you. Cause just having him towering over you, the veins, the necklaces/chains dangling over your face is so tempting and makes you so hungry. "So fucking messy, huh baby. I feel the spit building up in your mouth." He gets right up in your face and lowly says "I don't like that you're wasting it when you could be slobbering on my dick. I should fucking punish you, huh? What have I told you about wasting things? You just don't learn do you"
