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Eldritch Dimentio tucking his doll into bed:

-Ofc he uses magic to get you to be as snug as a bug that's had magic used on them to be oh so soft in a rug

-only for him to mess the bed up if hes craving *CENSORED* before you sleep

-if he does, everything is a mess. The blankets, sheets, perhaps subtle stains and maybe some sweat. From you ofc. He's just as pristine as ever. Also has all of his cool while you're a weak, panting mess.

-luckily a snap of his fingers can clean you up. On the outside anyway. Yet he could also easily bathe you if you wanted. You wouldnt have to lift a finger.

-again, you're tucked into bed, and after he caresses and kisses you a few more times, he exits your magical space, back to being his huge self and probably leaving to go destroy people I dunno

-the sounds of a fireplace, crickets, storm, whatever you want actually, lull you to sleep. And all while you rest, he is able to see you in his conciousness no matter what hes doing. He sees all in this form.

-Sleep tight, little toy. For your Master is always aware and watching~

Today i would like us all to consider the absolute chaos that would happen if Trucy and Phoenix met Edgeworth’s ‘family’ (Kay,Sebastian,Klavier, Simon, Fraziska, Ray, Katherine and probably more tbh.)

Like Phoenix just watching in amazement as two of the most intimidating prosecutors he’s faced argue about whether whips or swords are better and staring as Kay, Klavier and Sebastian yell at each other over mario kart

Also Trucy freaking out because Katherine Hall, the same one she watched on tv for years is technically her aunt and Katherine is just a big of a fan of Trucys magic tricks so Katherine gives Trucy some recipes and in return Trucy shows her how to do simple magic tricks.

And Ray is just there making dad jokes and telling embarrassing stories from Edgeworth’s childhood.

Just imagine the possibilities

All Through The Night || csc x fem!reader

title from Lean On Me

Summary: You've been working too hard and sleeping too little, an unfortunate habit of yours. Not to worry, Cheol has a way of getting you to sleep.

Rating: M (18+) | Word Count: 4.5k

Content warnings: SOFTDOM BOYFIE!CHEOL, porn with a modicum of plot, friends to lovers but i didn't show that here bc i didn't feel like it sorryyyyyyy, he's in love with you (i feel like y'all know what you're getting into by now, he's always gonna be in love w u in my fics), reader goes into subspace a lil, reader gets a lil teary eyed, oral (reader receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex, breeding kink, petnames (baby, sweetheart, good girl), one spank, throat holding, manhandling (gently), UTI mention

tagging: @confusedbansheee (u ask for cheol so i give u cheol) @lenireads @junhui-recs (gonna work on jun for u next bby) @burningupp-replies @heeseung-lover686 @favehoshiposts (i love you too!!!!)

Seungcheol eyes your shaking fingers and baggy under eyes with displeasure. He’d already asked you when you slept last and you’d said ‘yesterday, I think.’ 

You think. 

The bright blue glow of your laptop illuminates the lip bitten between your teeth and worried furrow between your brows, and Cheol doesn’t think he can take it. 

He knows you haven’t slept well in days. 

He knows you don’t want to worry him. 

He also knows there’s one sure fire way to get you to sleep. 

But if he’s too obvious, you’ll resist, not wanting to give in to the help he’s desperate to give you.

So, he’ll have to be smart about this, take it slow. 

“Baby, come over here?” Cheol calls softly from the bed. 

You glance over, eyes softening when you see the look on his face, before you shake your head and say, “I just need to finish this, they need it by next week.”

“Yea, sweetheart, next week, you have plenty of time. Just come lay down with me for a second, I miss you,” Cheol adds in a bit of a whine and a pout for good measure. 

He sees your shoulders bunch up next to your ears before they relax with a sigh, and you push away from the desk with heavy limbs. 

Your steps seem leaden as you stumble towards the bed, legs shaking like a little baby deer, and Cheol rises from his lounging position to pull you between his knees. 

He smooths his hands from your hips up to your shoulders, digging his fingers in a little to get at the knots that always plague you after sitting at the desk for hours. 

Working your trapezius between thumbs and pointer fingers, Cheol lets his eyes wander over your face. Your eyelids have fallen closed, body swaying slightly in his grip, and he aches at the tired set of your mouth and the pinch of your brows. 

It had been hard enough to see you like this when you were just friends, when there wasn’t anything he could do to make you listen to him.

Now that you’re together, it’s worse, because he knows he can fix it but he doesn’t know if you’ll let him. 

So for now, Cheol just runs his hands from your shoulders to your hips, stopping for a quick squeeze, and continues onto your thighs. He pulls you closer, pressing his face into your tummy and grumbling softly because he knows you like how it feels. 

When your body loses some of its tension and more of your weight rests on him, he knows he’s got you. 

Cheol doesn’t want to move too fast though, knows you take some coaxing, so he leaves his face in your belly and starts kneading your thighs.

He’s always loved how they feel under his hands, plush and soft and warm, and he loves even more how they feel under his mouth. 

Cheol can feel you getting sleepier, and knows he needs to act soon if he’s going to act at all.

He wouldn’t care if you did just want to go to bed, he’d never pressure you or expect you to let him do this, but he knows it’s the only way to get you to fall asleep AND stay asleep. 

Cheol’s not sure if you’ll be up for it, tired and stubborn as you are, but it’s worth a try. So he starts shifting back, pulling you with him until he can lift one thigh up and settle your knee on the bed beside his hip. Your standing leg quivers, muscles weak from sitting at the desk for so long, and he swiftly pulls that leg up too, so you’re straddling him on the bed. 

He lets you sink down into his lap, moving his head from your belly to your neck, wrapping you up tight in his arms. The remaining tightness leaves your body and you heave out a sigh, resting your forehead in the spot where his neck meets his shoulder.

He rocks you for a bit, humming so you can feel the vibrations in his throat (and because you love his voice), before letting himself fall back onto the bed. 

Cheol loves feeling you on top of him like this, his own personal weighted blanket, soothing and cozy and familiar. If he didn’t have a mission to accomplish, he could easily fall asleep like this, evidenced by his own eyes getting heavy. 

But Cheol does have a task to complete and he won’t give up now, so he starts pushing off with one leg and tilting his body to the side, rolling over until he’s on top of you. You hum and snuggle deeper into his neck, but he can feel the restlessness rising back up in you, in the foot you wiggle and the fingers tapping rhythmically on his back. 

He lets you wake up a bit more, doesn’t like doing this when you’re too sleepy to participate, and waits until he feels your breath change to start grinding into you. 

Cheol presses his hips down gently, always likes to warm you up a bit, make sure you want it like he does. When he feels you press back, he knows you know what he’s doing. And he knows you’ll let him. 

You don't like to give up control, you like to be in charge in all aspects, except in bed with him. There’s hardly ever a clear power dynamic between you and him, always a give and take, and he loves it. He loves you. 

But sometimes, you need someone to tell you what to do, take the power out of your hands, make the choices for you. 

And Cheol is good at that, loves doing it, when it comes to you. He loves that you let him take care of you like this, put that trust in him, allow him to take the reins that you usually cling to so tightly. 

It can be scary to have this kind of power, this kind of responsibility, but it’s worth it, if it means he can help you. 

You’re seemingly up for it tonight, letting that familiar haze take over your eyes and your body settle further into the bed. He can see your face soften bit by bit, the line between your brows smoothing, unconscious frown relaxing back into the sleepy smile he adores. 

Cheol grinds down a bit harder, sliding his arms out from underneath you to smooth his hands down your body and rest them firmly on your hips. He squeezes at the flesh there before tilting your hips up so his dick can get right at you, your thin pajama shorts letting him get even closer. 

“You want me to help you relax, baby? Huh? Need someone else to do the thinking for a little bit?” He coos down at you, sure it probably sounds patronizing but meaning every word. 

“Yea, Cheol, need you,” you whisper back, whine in your voice, and he can feel the shudder travel all the way from his scalp to his toes. 

It always does something to him when you get like this, all soft and sweet. Cheol doesn’t feel the need to take care of you, to protect you, in your daily life but he does feel the desire. 

He pushes it down because he knows you’re independent and can get shit done yourself, but when you get like this? When you want him to take care of you? 

It activates something in him, something that tells him to kiss you and hold you and love you and fuck you. 

So he does. 

He slides his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, tugs them down gently, and spreads your thighs. Sometimes it helps to give you something to do, so he takes hold of each of your legs behind the knee and pushes them up, waiting until you grab them and hold them up yourself. “Keep them there. Okay, baby?”

Cheol feels heat rush down his spine and into his cock at the sight of you nodding, holding yourself open for him, your pussy already glistening with wetness and practically begging to be filled. 

He’s gotta make you wait though, make sure you’re exhausted enough to sleep by the time he’s done, so he can’t go too fast, can’t slide right in like he wants. 

Instead, he rubs his fingers up and down, spreading your wetness and opening you up slowly. Cheol waits until you’re whining and trying to buck your hips up before letting his fingers glide over your clit. You’re drenched already, little mewls escaping your lips, and he can’t keep you waiting anymore, not when you’re this needy. 

On his next pass, he lets his middle finger catch at your entrance and slip inside, just to the first knuckle, just to give you something to squeeze down on. Cheol won't give you more yet, not until you’re crying for it, but he will give you this. 

And maybe a little more, he thinks, letting you buck your hips until his finger is all the way inside, until you’re clenching down and he can feel your walls undulate around it. You already want to let go, Cheol can tell. But it’s not time yet, you’ll likely only get a few hours if he makes you cum so soon, so he withdraws his finger and shuffles down the bed until he’s eye level with your cunt. 

Cheol can never get enough of seeing you like this, your hands holding your own thighs up and open, pussy clenching around nothing, clit visibly throbbing. He just can’t resist, so he doesn’t anymore. 

All it takes is one firm swipe of his tongue from cunt to clit and Cheol’s groaning into you, voice deep and heavy with want. He can hear your weak whimpers overhead, and from the edge in your voice, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. 

Cheol still won’t let you cum, but he will give you a bit more, sliding his tongue deep into your cunt and letting his nose rub into your folds. He sees your thighs quiver a bit, trying to close but you’re a good girl so you keep them open for him, and he rewards you with two fingers deep inside and his tongue on your clit. 

You’re keening already, cunt clenching around his fingers and trying to suck them in deeper, so he curls them upward and searches for the spot inside that always makes you gush. He knows he’s found it when your hips buck up and you lose your grip on your thighs, letting them down to close around his hand. 

Cheol lands a soft smack on the side of your ass, sliding his fingers out to push your thighs back up. You cry out at the loss, wiggling your hips to try to get his fingers back inside but Cheol levels a stern look at you and asks, “what are you supposed to be doing with your thighs, baby?” 

“Holding them up for you,” you respond with a pout. 

“And what did you do?” Cheol raises a brow at you. 

“I let go.”

Cheol can hear the tears in your voice and see the glistening at your lash line, and decides you’re too delicate for punishment tonight. 

“But you’ll keep them open for me from now on, right baby?“ He asks in a gentle tone, preferring tears of pleasure to tears of guilt. 

“Yes, Cheollie, I’ll keep them open,” you say with a small sniffle and a watery smile, eager to please him and to get his fingers filling you up again. 

“That’s my good girl,” Cheol coos at you, holding your gaze as he dips his head back down to lick at your clit. 

He can feel the shudder run through your body, your grip tightening on your thighs and your eyelids fluttering down. He can’t have that though, needs you to keep them open so they’ll feel tired later, so he says, “Eyes on me, baby,” and waits for you to open them before sinking his fingers inside you, three this time instead of two. 

Cheol has to press his hips into the bed when you cry out, your gaze locked with his and your sweet lips open. He thinks he’s kept you waiting long enough, thinks you’ll get through at least half the night if he makes you cum now, so he starts slowly building you back up. 

He fucks his fingers in deeper, as deep as they can go, and hooks them into your g-spot before sucking your clit into his mouth. Cheol can feel the change in you, can tell you know he’s about to let you cum, and just grinds harder inside you, tapping your clit with his tongue. He groans when he feels more of your wetness seep out around his fingers; you always leak like a faucet when you’re getting close, and he’ll never get enough of it, never get enough of you. 

You start shifting away though, arching against his movements instead of with them, and Cheol pulls off in confusion. 

“S’wrong, baby?” He asks in a throaty voice, panting a bit from having his tongue on you for so long. 

“Wanna cum with you in me, Cheol, please,” you ask weakly, but with a clear voice. 

Hm. 

He hadn’t planned on fucking you tonight with anything but his fingers and tongue but who is he to say no? 

Then again…

“You can cum twice, baby,” Cheol responds with a smile before licking around his fingers and gliding his tongue back up to your clit. 

“Oh, right,” you say breathlessly, letting your hips buck into him again. 

He’s relentless this time, pulling your bundle of nerves into his mouth and laving his tongue over it, leaving his fingers curled inside you so you can set the pace. 

Normally, you like that, but not tonight and he hears you groan in frustration when you can’t get his fingers to move how you want. 

And that’s not what Cheol wants, at all, he only wants to make you feel good, so he starts moving his fingers again. In and out, spreading them slightly each time to open you up for his cock, rubbing them into that rough spot inside you. 

His mouth picks up the pace too, suctioning his lips around your clit and pulling at you in pulses, groaning when he feels your walls start to clench rhythmically around his fingers. 

You’re getting close now, Cheol can tell, so he keeps fucking his fingers into you and maintains the pressure around your clit. Sometimes you like it when he ramps things up but when you’re in this headspace, you need consistency, so he does his best not to change anything. 

Your cries are getting higher and higher, mouth stuck open as you try to breathe through the onslaught of pleasure. Cheol can see how tightly you’re holding your thighs, constantly adjusting your grip to keep them open like he told you to, and he smiles around you, moaning into your wet pussy in wordless praise. 

You must know what he means, because your back arches higher and your eyes close, your cunt clenching down on his fingers so tight he doesn’t bother trying to move them. He just keeps them curled, pressing into your g-spot and letting them spread a bit, enough for you to be able to take his cock after. 

Your whimpers get so high they become soundless, air stuttering in your chest, eyes scrunched shut and thighs juddering under your own grip, and you cum with a veritable flood of wetness around his fingers. Cheol almost feels your orgasm like it’s his own, his cock twitching in time with the squeezing of your walls and his hips pressing down into the sheets. 

He laps you up, easing off you but leaving his fingers inside so you can ride it out, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. 

For now. 

When Cheol feels the last few waves moving through you, he slides out his fingers and sucks them into his mouth before gently prying your thighs loose from your hands and bringing them down to rest on the bed. 

They’re still twitching, your hips punching up a little as tiny aftershocks shoot through you. Sometimes you get muscle cramps after holding them up for so long so Cheol sets his hands on your thighs and carefully massages up and down the length of each of them, soothing the tired muscles and caressing your soft skin. 

Cheol can tell you’re tired now, almost ready to sleep, so he moves to rest his hands on either side of your hips and checks in. 

“How’re we doing? Still want me inside, baby?” He asks in the voice he only ever uses with you, tone gentle and loving and warm. He trails his hands up and down your body, rubbing at your belly and breasts under your (his) sleep shirt until you’ve gathered your wits enough to answer. 

You take a deep breath he can feel under his palms, your ribs expanding with air as you blink slowly, before nodding and reaching for him. 

“Words, sweetheart, I need you to tell me,” Cheol reminds you softly. 

“I’m good, Cheollie, still want you,” you respond sleepily, and he grins, leaning down to drop a sweet kiss on your lips before turning you onto your side and slotting in place behind you like pieces of a puzzle.

He’s always fit perfectly with you. 

As soon as he settles, you’re reaching behind to grab his arm and wrap it around your waist, tugging it up between your breasts and interlocking his fingers with yours. You get so touchy, so needy, after he makes you cum, and he revels in the extra contact with you. 

Sometimes he teases you, makes you wait longer, grinds his cock up and down your pussy, but not tonight. Tonight, he needs it as bad as you do. 

So Cheol pats your thigh, letting out a quiet, “up, baby,” into your neck, and slides home. 

There’s a bit of resistance, a byproduct of his size, but you love the stretch so he pushes through until he’s bottoming out inside of you. He can feel your low moan vibrate through his chest and answers with a groan. He always wants you to know how good you feel around him, always wants you to know how perfect you are, so he keeps up the praise for as long as he can speak coherently. 

“So tight like this baby, take me so well,” Cheol murmurs into the back of your neck, wiggling his free arm underneath you to wrap over your shoulders and pull you closer. 

You told him once that you loved when he surrounded you like this, and he’s never forgotten it. He thinks about your words now, grinding into you and trying different angles till he can tap your g-spot with every thrust. 

Cheol’s sure he’s found it when you gasp and jerk against him, not that you can go far when he’s got you cocooned like this. You get even wetter somehow, slick squelching out around his cock, and he knows you won’t last long. 

But neither will he, not after making you cum like that. 

He’s already twitching inside you, feeling the heat rushing down his spine and his balls starting to draw up, and he has to stop moving for a second, count backwards from one hundred to keep himself from cumming too soon. 

In the meantime, he gently untwines your fingers from his own and moves them down to circle your clit, trying to get you there before he does. The hand pressed to your shoulder moves to hold your neck, not squeezing, just resting at the base of your throat to ground you. 

When Cheol presses down a bit harder on your clit, your hand flies up to wrap around his wrist, and he can feel your grip tightening and loosening with every thrust, just like your pussy is around his cock. 

Cheol can feel you getting closer and closer, knows it won’t be long now, so he releases your throat and gently tips you onto your stomach, stretching himself out on top of you. 

One hand fumbles for a pillow, weight lifting off of you just enough to slide it under your hips, before he sets it next to your head to prop himself up. He stops circling his fingers, just keeps them on your clit, and grinds his cock into your g-spot, waiting for the hitch in your breath that tells him you’re almost there. 

In this position, Cheol can pull back enough to properly fuck you, so he does. He doesn’t go too hard on you, knows you’re delicate like this, and pulls out just enough to feel your walls trying to suck him back in before fucking into you. Little cries escape you, breathy and sweet, and he slides a gentle hand under your cheek to turn your face to the side so they’re not muffled by the pillow. 

His hips hit against your ass with every thrust, his eyes locked on the way your flesh bounces, and he can’t resist rising up on his knees a little so he can get a better view. 

It takes a lot of core strength but Cheol is able to move the hand bracing himself to grab a handful of your ass, resting some of his weight on you and knowing full well you can take it. His fingers dig deep, pushing your cheek to the side so he can watch his cock moving in and out of you, see how tightly your cunt clings to him. 

Cheol knows you love being on display, love how dirty it feels to have him spread you open, and he can feel it in the way you get tighter around him, clenching down harder and harder. You’re getting louder now too, his name flowing from your lips in between swear words and whimpers, and Cheol can feel his heart seize up a little with each utterance. 

Soon enough, you’ll be squeezing his cock so hard he won’t be able to move so Cheol savors the friction while he can, and looks forward to feeling you cum around him. 

Your back starts to arch, your hips pushing up into his thrusts and your cunt fluttering around his cock, swallowing him deeper and deeper until your body locks up, and you cum with a weak shout of his name. 

Cheol can’t hold out any longer, knows there’s no reason to, so he lets the heat in his stomach overtake him and buries his cock deep inside you one last time. He can feel his cum flooding into you in bursts, sees it start to gather at your entrance when your clenching walls squeeze the last bit out of him, and he lets go of your ass to brace a hand by your head again. His other hand leaves your clit, settling on the other side of your head as he rests his forehead on your back, panting into your skin. 

Cheol doesn’t move for a while, just whispers softly to you, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect you are and how he never wants to leave. He can feel your heart racing against his and you mumble back, angling your head towards him for a kiss. 

He realizes he hasn’t kissed you this whole time, which, frankly, is unacceptable so he pulls out slowly, pushing his cum back into you with gentle fingers, and rolls you over onto your back. Cupping your face in both hands, Cheol leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You remind him of Sleeping Beauty, your eyes closed and face tilted up toward him, expression sweet and free of stress. 

Cheol wants to let you sleep but knows you should go to the bathroom and wash your face. You’ll be so upset if you wake up to break outs and a UTI, and he can’t have that, so he clumsily crawls off of you and hoists you into his arms. 

His cum is starting to leak out of you, making him rush to the bathroom on light feet, and he sets you down on the toilet before cleaning himself off and going to put on boxers and get pajamas for you, giving you some privacy. 

When he returns, you’re naked and sleepily washing your face, elbows braced on the counter so you don't have to hold yourself up. Cheol fixes his eyes just above your head in the mirror, avoiding the dips and curves of your body and the way your pussy peeks out from between your thighs, knowing he’ll get hard again if he looks. 

On a regular night you’d probably be down for another round, maybe in the shower, but tonight Cheol knows you need to go straight to bed if you’re going to capitalize on your tired eyes and empty mind. So he steps up behind you, letting his slippers slap on the tile to make sure you know he’s there, and bends down to lift your feet into clean panties and pajama shorts. 

Your face is still wet but Cheol knows you like to air dry, so he carefully lifts his shirt over your head and pulls it down to cover you. He gives your hips a little pinch before moving next to you and starting to brush his teeth. You share sleepy smiles around toothbrushes, your hip bumping into his before you take turns rinsing your mouths, his heart swelling at the domesticity of it all. 

Cheol can feel you leaning more and more into him and he gathers you up in his arms once again, holding you close and heading back to bed. You grab handfuls of his shirt, fabric clenched between steady fingers, and let out the biggest sigh, any remaining tension fading from your body. 

Your soft breaths puff against his neck, chest rising evenly, as he tries to deposit you onto the bed without waking you up. He’s successful, for the most part, but your fingers won’t let go of his shirt and you hum a bit when he tries to remove them, so he just climbs over you into bed. 

Cheol wants to pull you into his arms, but he’s too scared of disturbing you, so instead he settles on his stomach and drapes a heavy arm across your body, thumb rubbing at your hipbone. He breathes out a quiet love you just before his eyes fall closed, and smiles, knowing it’s not a dream when he hears your groggy voice say it back. 

AN: ... heyyy ... p sure this is the dirtiest thing ive ever written but tbh i love it and i had a great time and i hope you did too

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yea rough sex is cool but ,, there’s nothing i crave more than to be fucked all slow and gentle… with tender kisses pressed against my cheeks and lips while being told that i’m a good lamb ,,,

Different ways to solve paw dysphoria:

so, think about it.

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚ chilling with your boyfriend while he yaps about a thing he’s passion about and you’re playing a video game on his bed.

he is talking, you are listening but he gets sad over your focus being more on the game. he leans over the edge of the bed, right behind you and starts teasing you.

firstly he starts small with wrapping his arms around your waist, your back against his chest. leaving small kisses on your neck.

when you start questioning him, he replies with a short *‘shh, keep playing.’*

you know he’s doing it on purpose but you try your best to focus on the game while his hand slowly slips to your waistband of your pants. a small gasp leaves from your mouth.

he smirks lightly, clearly enjoying your reaction. even though you try your best to focus on the game it feels impossible to do it because of his kisses on your neck gets firmer and passionate.

his hand gets inside of your pants, exploring your inner thighs so gently, brushing against your underwear. you can not just focus on the game anymore, but also hold your whimpers back.

you lean your head on his shoulder as he gets his way and all you can do is whimper and let him please you. your hand on his hair stroking it softly.

and you lose the game so gladly.

Trying not to acquire a new muse but also thinking about her.

feeder gf that plots with feeder bf to make me so plump and spoiled that I weigh more than the two of them combined and so that I'm constantly munching on something or napping after all the hard work of stuffing myself. Just wanna be a pampered doughy pet getting belly rubs and weighed and measured and dressed up in tight clothes to wear when they take me out to dinner. wanna be docile and sweet like a perfect lil bunny but eat up for them and get so big and heavy I break the chair(s) I'm sitting on like a fat cow ♡ Wanna get chastised and teased for being so greedy but praised and rewarded as soon as we're home 🐮💖