His hands were wrapped around your throat and the only words you were able to say was “please cum inside of me” he smirked and said “you want daddy’s cum so badly? You want to have my kids right now?”
You’d always beg for him to cum inside of you and he’d always chuckle. “You really love me cumming inside of you don’t you? Is it for the warmth or for the baby?” His sudden change in behaviour made you even more desperate.
He would DEFINITELY use this kink against you. “You want to be swollen with my baby? You want everyone to know that I came inside of you?” You nodded and bit your lip. “Alright babygirl, I give you what you want” he said and winked.
“Babe, I’ve noticed you have a special kink” he suddenly said when going down on you and smirked. “You want me to cum inside of you again, don’t you” he said and you stuttered. “I- I didn’t say anyth-” “sht baby, you don’t have to” he cut you off and came inside of you. “I can’t wait to meet our baby” he whispered in your ear and wink.
Oof girll. He would tease the HELL out of you with this kink. “Dang you’re such a slut. Beg for my cum babygirl. Fkng beg for it. I want to hear how much you want my baby’s”
He was fucking you on the couch and he was about to cum and pulling out. “Babe no-” you stopped him and he looked at you confused. “Uhm, can you cum inside of me please” you said and his face suddenly changed. His eyes became dark and he said “anything for you babygirl.” And he came inside of you. “I can’t wait to see if it’s a girl or a boy” he said and you both laughed.
“You want to have my baby’s? You want me to cum inside of you and have your belly growing every day?” You’d nod and he smirked. “Your wish is my command babygirl.”
A/n: srry it took so long (again)😔I finally had some ideas for it so finally decided to write it. I hope you like this tho:)
Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!)
Word Count: 5031 (…I did not mean to write War & Peace…)
AU: OMG DAY 9 IS FINALLY DONE! (So I guess we’re having Christmas in July) I’m sorry this one took so long. I knew where we needed to go, I just couldn’t get there. Good news: Day 10 is started, Day 12 is done! (We might skip 11) I have also started NYE & Lunar New Year (I’m writing all of them simultaneously) I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Thanks to everyone who has stuck around! Special thanks to @quyennie for being my editor!!
On the 9th Day of Christmas: You Took Ayno to the Office Holiday Party
It was a little after three thirty
when you came through the apartment door wearing baggy sweats, a zip up hoodie
with nothing but a tank underneath, fuzzy flip-flop slippers, and no gloves.
Even with the calf length down coat on you were freezing, but you couldn’t risk
wrecking your once a winter pedi and once a year mani. Even though the heater
was on and it hit you like a blast furnace the minute you came in, you were
“Ayno? Are you here? I’m home.” The
question was rhetorical. You knew your beautiful demon was there somewhere
because the TV was set to a music channel playing Christmas standards, and
something smelled good.
Ayno came striding out of the kitchen.
“Good. I have made you lunch.”, he said as he took your coat. Like a typical
human male, he paid no attention to your fancy nails and hair and instead
focused on your outfit. “Why are you dressed so inappropriately for the
weather?! You will catch a chill and die, and I will have to go back to being
a…what was it you called me?”
“Interdimensional hooker. What are we
“Macaroni and cheese. I am told that
this food brings comfort, and you seem very agitated today.” He said as he bent
down and wrapped his arms around your legs just below your butt and carried you
into the kitchen.
“Out of the box?”
“Is what out of what box?” he looked
around confused as he deposited you onto a barstool.
“Why would macaroni and cheese be in a
box? Cheese must be kept cold.”
“You know- the blue box? With the
orange powdered cheese? It’s like its own food group.”
Ayno looked horrified. “I do not know
what kind of witchcraft would be necessary to turn cheese into an orange
powder, but it should not be trusted and I do not know why you would dare to
You privately thought he was missing
out. Instead, he removed a baking dish from the oven with cavatappi noodles he
had baked with some mixture of cream and cheeses and topped with panko breadcrumbs.
He dished out a large helping and retrieved a bowl of salad from the fridge and
set it next to the mac & cheese. You took a bite…it was creamy and cheesy
and delicious…and you were so not hungry.
“It’s delicious, but not exactly
cocktail dress friendly.”
Ayno frowned. “You did not eat
breakfast. Now you do not want lunch. You are…stressed” he said, happy that he
remembered the right word. He moved around behind you, fastening his lips to
your neck and slipping a hand inside your jacket to fondle your breast through
the thin tank. “You do not smell right…too much cortisol…” he said as his lips
worked their way toward your ear. “If you do not do something to relax, then I
will have to make you relax.” He gently threatened as his thumb flicked
over your erect nipple.
You sighed and closed your eyes,
“Ayno, so help me God, if you ruin a $60 hairstyle before I get to that party,
I swear I will pour holy water over your head myself!” you gritted out through
He wisely released you; then reached over
and picked up the glass of water above your plate, and poured it out in the
sink while muttering something that sounded like “I’d like to see you try it”
under his breath, before going to the fridge, grabbing the open bottle of wine,
removing the cork with his teeth, filling the glass and setting it in front of
He stepped back and looked
meaningfully from the glass to your face and back again. You took the hint and
drained half the glass in three gulps. Ayno refilled it.
He moved back to your side and picked
up a forkful of mac & cheese and held it up to your lips. You obediently
opened your mouth and took the bite. “We should not go to this party if it is
making you this unhappy”, he said gently rubbing your back.
You placed your forehead carefully
against his chest. “Oh Ayno – I don’t mean to be like this to you. Yes, you are
right, I am stressed. The Office Christmas Party is one of my least favorite
nights of the year. But this is one of those weird human social things that you
have to attend even though you don’t want to.”
He continued rubbing your back
comfortingly. “I will stay home if it will make you less worried.”
You put your arms around his waist and
looked up into his concerned eyes. “Not a chance. Having you as my date is the
one thing I’m looking forward to about tonight.”
The monthly movie night with your roommate has… escalated quite a bit by now. It’s almost 3am and you have decided to play a little drinking game - two truths, one lie. You’re already a giggling mess, because Ayno’s lies are becoming more and more elaborate with every round. “Okay, so, when I was younger, I had an earthworm for a pet and was heartbroken when it died, I was almost kidnapped by a mafia gang and”, he hesitates for a few seconds, tongue darting out of his mouth to wet his lips while he pushes his light brown hair out of his face, “I have a crush on my roommate.” You blink at him, confusion written all over your face. You laugh, a bit nervous all of the sudden, heart beginning to beat rapidly. “Okay, maybe I’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud? You got abducted by a mafia gang?!”, you ask, and cup your own cheeks because they feel very hot all of the sudden. Ayno shakes his head, fixating you with both eyes, his gaze intense, and reaches out one hand to grab yours. “I- … You confuse me.”, you whisper and duck your head, averting your eyes and fixating the drink in front of you - a margarita, your favorite. Your roommate slips two fingers under your chin, gently lifting your head so you have to look at him again. “You had no idea, did you?”, he murmurs, and tilts his head to one side, a soft expression on his face. You smile at him, feeling shy and giddy and excited all at once, and shake your head. “About you being almost kidnapped by a mafia gang? No, I didn’t know.”, you joke weakly, and Ayno grins, leaning closer. “About my crush, silly.”, he whispers, voice low, and then - finally - his lips are on yours.
Welcome to the Intimacy Anthology! Here, we venture into the other side of intimacy– The sillier side. The sadder side. The sorrier side. The lovelier side.
The Intimacy Anthology is geared to be focused more on stories in which intimacy is NOT always perfect. And that’s what makes it… so more much more intimate.
After all, what could be more intimate than a good cry in the arms of someone that loves you– that wants you to be safe? More intimate than healing and learning to trust again in the arms of another? More intimate than baring an insecurity and being accepted, wholly, for it? More intimate than the laughter that comes after someone accidentally lets a loud one rip?
What is more intimate than being imperfect together?
Before we take a step though into each world of intimacy, please be warned that all intimacy comes at the price of feeling exposed in some way. To make sure you’re prepared to experience various forms of exposure, we’ve provided two different categories of potential warnings.
Hard warnings will include stories that discuss, but never explicitly show, topics such as: abuse, suicide, rape, etc. Once again I’d like to reiterate that these stories will not explicitly show these things. Instead, these stories will be focused on healing from these traumas. Most of these stories, do NOT have hard warnings.
Soft warnings will include things such as: anxiety, insecurities, discussion of identity, biological maladies (ex. Hypoglycemia or Female Orgasmic Disorder), etc.
Also, please be aware that because of the open formatting of this project, at this time, most of these stories will not have much information about them. Please check back in regularly to see story updates and reblogs!