#AND TODAY IS MY PEAK OVULATION DAY

[buckys-estrella]

finally saw spiderman atsv and I’m so so so feral for miguel o’hara

[st4rbwrry]

𝓢𝓤𝓖𝓐𝓡.       eren yeager.

‎𐦍 ₊˚♱ ෆ . . . 5.1k. fem!reader, country!eren + bluecollar!, housewife!reader, established relationship, domesticity, ovulation, oral ꒰ f + m. ꒱, kreaming + squirting, rough sex, nasty talk ofc, unprotected, daddy kink, spanking, pet names ꒰ sweetie, baby, mama ꒱, praise, hair pulling, check ins + aftercare, choking, breath + sensitivity + salvia play, minors aren’t allowed! reblogs + comments are greatly appreciated. <3

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . a lil sum i thought of randomly. this is related to the dangerously in love couple. <3 visual. visual. visual. wish i had a link for the exact position i have in my head, so here’s a small example. hopefully i explained them well. :<

ivory sunflowers are imprinted along the frilly apron that hugs your body cutely, the coquette lace floral dress with a baby pink ribbon to create a corset style underneath. the warm scent of strawberry pie baking in the matcha green vintage oven blooms your heart. dusting flour over the counter to roll and mush at the dough you’ve created for the chicken pot pies, one of eren’s favorite meals. the sun was fairly hot today, your eyes fixating on the two beautiful tawny cows roaming your farm, their mouths chewing at grass as the wind blows serenely.

you told eren to keep a close eye on them while he was outside, watching your husband stand halfway down the driveway with sweat dripping from his brow as he tinkers with the engine of his polished black 1968 ford f100. he’s been having troubles with it this past week, and constantly handling it became tedious. he expressed his anger a few times now, this truck being his first big purchase for himself and he was having issues only a year later.

his light blue levi jeans and classic wife-beater was streaked with grease, clinging to his muscular thighs as he crouches low, peering intently at the mechanical innards. every so often, he wipes his hands on a rag before reaching for another tool, his calloused fingers moving with practiced ease. the sun casts a glow on the definition of his biceps as he lifts and maneuvers heavy parts. angelic brown strands held back by a black cap turned backwards.

you’ve been subconsciously humming along to the 70s and 80s rock tunes he has stationed on the radio. don’t dream it’s over currently on play. meanwhile, inside the cozy farmhouse kitchen, with the tantalizing aroma of food and your chocolate brown maltipoo who eren named honeybelle sleeps on her bed by the window — although this moment was romantic and peaceful to view, you weren’t too happy of a woman.

this was one of the few days he was off from work, and he’s been outside fixing his car since your eyes opened to an empty bedside. it’s nearing nighttime, and you’d spent half your day to your lonesome. shaving your body, doing your skincare routine and deep conditioning your handful of a curly head that’s currently pinned up away from your soft features. it’s felt like such a long time since the two of you enjoyed a full day together, let alone make love. your ovulation period not making this any easier on you, feeling like a wild animal in desperate heat. the only time you really interacted today was when you brought out a fat honey-turkey club sandwich, knowing he tends to forget to eat sometimes.

brushing the crust you created for the pot pie after layering them in crisscross patterns with butter, your mind wanders off, daydreaming as the sun begins to set and the sky blooms into color palettes of saffron and coral. the air outside turns warmer, and you study your husband once more, watching the ball in his throat shift as he chugs on a pitcher of water, droplets hitting his chest. his briefs are peaking out from his jeans, feet in his black timberlands per usual. his arms have veins streaming from the middle of his forearm to his big, dirty hands. silver wedding band on his right.

those slanted viridescent eyes of his catch your stare as he glares at you over the pitcher, swallowing and giving you a movie star smile with pearly whites. you smile faintly, returning the gesture. your heart pounds rapidly in your chest, shifting in your spot as you realize you’re biting your lips and almost riding the air. your blood is thrumming throughout your body, needing him to come inside right now.

the chicken pot pies are done in thirty minutes, each crust perfectly golden brown. and within that time, he’s still outside messing with his truck. you wanted to be understanding that he needed his truck in order to head to work tomorrow to further provide for you and the home as he does, but you can’t help that feeling of abandonment in your chest. you really didn’t want to cause an argument, but this was becoming irritating.

removing your apron, you slip on your outside shoes to head towards the garage where he resides, being faced with his broad back and gruff noises of agitation.

“baby.”

“yes, sweetie,” he replies quickly, groaning as he twists the wrench.

“dinner’s done. you’ve been out here all day. please come inside,” you pout, going to wrap your arms around his waist, laying your cheek on the column of his back.

eren removes his cap, scratching at his head before smoothing his hair back and placing it on again. “mhm, baby, i know. gimme like ‘nother hour, i just gotta connect the fuckin’ valve springs to the camshaft.“

“i thought it was just overheated?”

“yeah it was, the water pump wasn’t sending coolant through. the crankshaft wasn’t movin’, ‘n the radiator cap had too much pressure so the spring in the cap compressed ‘n flew over in the coolant reservoir. glad i ran to the auto shop beforehand.”

he’s saying a lot of shit you don’t understand if being frank. sighing, you let go of him, knowing he was real intricate with his truck so he definitely wasn’t going to be done in an hour. he stops what he’s doing to turn and face you, observing your expression.

“what i say about that, mama. huh?” eren sighs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “don’t be givin’ me that face. i’m tryin’ my best right now. swear ima be in, i’ll make it forty-five instead.”

“that’s not the point,” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “fuck the dinner, i want you to be with me. you’ve been out here since eleven in the morning. not once have you come inside the house ‘n checked on me.”

his jaw clenches, your tone expected but not what he wanted to hear right now. “i ain’t tryna argue with you.”

“then don’t, help yourself to dinner.”

“꒰♡꒱.”

turning with clear attitude, you stroll back into the house, honeybelle barking softly as she follows you around. you feed someone in the house, pouring kibble into her beige bowl before patting her head and watching her scruff down the food. by this point you’d lost your appetite, huffing and puffing in your kitchen as you set the food back into the oven and made your way up the staircase.

to cool yourself down, you decide to run yourself a bath. twisting the gold faucet to fill the clawfoot tub with hot water, crouching on your knees to swish the water around to help form the bubbles. it was fully dark outside now, lighting aromatherapy candles and opening the double vintage windows that overlooked the farm you and eren spent years creating. stars in the sky and clouds camouflaging. undressing yourself, you grab a novel off of the shelf and submerge yourself into the tub, closing your eyes in bliss and leaning your head back against the spa pillow that elevates your neck.

eren manages to take approximately thirty minutes to finish up his project, starting up the truck and test driving it before he sighs in relief to see she’s back in shape. after parking it back into the garage, whistling at the cows to get them to follow him back into the barn after much needed playtime, he’s finally stepping into the house. honeybelle skips towards eren, sniffing at his ankle and wagging her tail. eren smiles, patting the top of her head.

“where’s your mommy, girl. huh?” he coed, scratching under her chin.

his eyes scope the dining area, finding the table set up just for the two with candles that were half burnt, blown out. the homemade sweet tea in a pitcher leaking with condensation, ice cubes melted. the pie you baked was set into a glass cake stand, and the pot pies are settled into the oven under the light. it was definitely clear you were upset with him, groaning and putting a hand on his head. he truly didn’t mean to take away this day from you, aware of how much you’ve missed him. hours at work are longer since the power plants needed more tending to from low employment.

just last week he had to go out of town and leave you for an entire three days to travel to another refinery. in that time you’d tend to your farm while also helping eren’s father with his. you knew what this lifestyle would mean for your relationship. things around the house including you will be secure, but having him come home exhausted to the point where you rarely spend as much time as you’d like with him was difficult. at most he had two days off a week, but a lot of times they’d call him in because someone else didn’t show up.

you’ve suggested countless of times that he should switch locations, but this one provided better benefits and he was close to a promotion that would also guarantee him extra off time. ‘it just takes time, baby.’ he’d constantly tell you. and you’re not one of those wives that complain about every single thing to make her husbands life harder, the two of you rarely even argue, but you do have your moments where you’re too stubborn.

the heavy thud of his boots sounds in the home as he heads up the stairs, softly calling your name to see where you reside. with his hand on his toned stomach under his shirt, he finds you rested in the tub, head turned away as you sleep comfortably. his tall frame leans against the doorframe, watching you with a pout on his face. you look angelic, cloud white bubbles flowing around your body, the jets in the tub keeping them in tact, slowly dissolving. the tankless water heater he installed a while back kept the water warm, making you comfortable enough to drift off to light slumber.

he makes his way closer to you, crouching before you to brush the tendrils of curls dangling in your face. your breath is light, lashes feathering against your cheekbones as he caresses your jaw with his thumb. he bends to pull the plug and drain the tub, not fond of you sleeping in water. you didn’t have it too high up, but people drown in tubs a lot more than you think.

you hum gently, eyes opening to see him looming over you, studying him in silence. sitting on his behind, he grabs a pedicure knife to clean under his nails, tattooed arm dangling into the tub and under the running faucet to remove the impurities.

“don’t like you fallin’ asleep in the tub, sweetie. you could drown. this isn’t your first time doin’ that,” his brows deepen, grabbing a nail brush and applying some of your cashmere and goat milk soap you currently smelt of with to scrub at his manicured fingernails.

you bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms over your knees. “sorry.”

eren scans your face, eyeing the beauty of your entirety. perfectly white painted toes and matching nails, dark, big curls framing your face, slowly falling from the claw clip on the back of your head. the fullness of your lips with the cupids bow curve of them. soft skin, pretty eyes . . you were all his. such a beautiful wife. so when you’re mad at him, it makes him feel like shit. the way you look at him is different as well. your eyes are dead almost, a scolding glare in them.

“this day was supposed to be for us, i know,” he breaks the silence. “old shit was being difficult, ‘n you know i gotta drive far, sweetie. gettin’ ‘n a crash isn’t somethin’ you’d want happenin’ to me, right baby?”

the frown on your face serves how you feel about that. “i’d lose my mind if something bad happened to you.”

“ ‘n i’m not tryna guilt trip you or anything like that. i understand how you feel. i miss you just as much. i think about you all fuckin’ day at work. but, as time passes, eventually i’ll be in a better position ‘n you can have me with you whenever you want. jus’ lemme handle shit, okay?”

his strong hands go to caress your ankle, the silver jewelry shining there, lifting your foot to kiss at the shape of it, eyes low and focusing on you, unable to help the heat that swims within your hips and core.

“i really just needed you so bad today,” the sound of your throat clamping up causes him to go alert. you bow your head, wanting to hide your face as the tears threaten to spill. “it’s so stupid. i spent all that time pampering myself and cooking for us — i just hated being alone, even if you were still here.”

“c’mon, baby. why you cryin’ ? none of that. i’m sorry, truly,” he’s rising up on his knees, kissing at yours.

“missed you touching me,” you whimper, sniffling and pouting. “missed your kisses. i miss you.”

ah, so that’s what it is. he doesn’t make any effort to hide the smirk on his face, scoffing lowly while dropping his head. you can be such a brat when you’re horny, and given it’s been about two weeks since he’s last fucked you, he now gets why you begged for him to be with you today. quality time was still needed, but he can tell by the way your body tenses and your lips part to release tiny gasps while he strokes the pads of his fingers across your hips . . that you’re ovulating.

“that’s all you needin’, mama? some touches?”

salvia trails down your throat as you swallow, thighs squeezing together out of reflex, throbbing from those damned eyes of his, nodding with hooded lids. “mm hmm. so bad.”

“mm, yeah?”

the butterflies in your stomach swarm as he brings his face closer to yours, his touches on your skin causes you to grind when his mouth suddenly connected with your throat, your jaw widening as you gasp and toss your head back, his mouth sloppily kissing at the right side of your body. lips moving from your collarbone, each sound coming from him emphasized as he sucks at your chest, pulling your areola into his mouth and trailing his tongue down the side of your stomach, down to your hip and the crease between your thigh and waist. every kiss and lick is rough, his groans exaggerated as you moan from every touch.

“ooo, fuck. oh my god,” your hips can’t stop moving, his tongue gliding back up before his fingers indent into your cheeks, turning your face to his so he could kiss you roughly, sliding his tongue on yours.

eren doesn’t kiss you for long, detaching your lips with a lewd slick, both of your lips pouty before he’s arching over the tub and guiding his mouth along the left side of your body, repeating his motion of sucking and licking you. your eyes gloss back, spreading your thighs further apart when he gets closer to your pussy, swallowing your bottom lip inward.

he cocks his head back to lewdly spit over your clit, the string of saliva and the vein on the side of his thick neck making your face heat up. your mouth hangs open as he takes his fingers and slowly spreads it over, grumbling, "want me all over you," before rubbing your clit in smooth circles, groaning at the weak noises you made.

you were so needy, every touch he gives you consuming, a lust and desire looming over you that only he could give you. your hips twitch and hike midair, and your positive you've made your lip bleed by how hard you bit into it, doe eyes hazily watching his face. brows furrowed as he tentatively paced his fingers, repositioning himself so he could tug you down flat in the tub, your knees pressed to your chest as he clutches onto the sides of the tub.

“hold ‘em there, be good.”

a squeal envelops eren’s ears once he cranes his neck and drops his mouth over the puffy nub, enclosing his lips to kiss at your folds. your pussy is soaked, dripping between your ass cheeks, inner thighs twitching while he licks you up. the cap on his head continues to hold his hair back, his biceps flexing from every noise you make, trying to keep his composure. he wanted to make you feel real good, you deserve it, and he’s missed you.

“b—babyyy,” a mix between a groan and a whimper flows from you, keeping your legs open and squeezing at your chest hard, slowly rocking your pussy on his face, voice shuddering from the feel of his light stubble on your soft skin.

eren spanks the back of your thigh, dragging his mouth to soothe the feel after with an open mouth followed with more of his tongue. he loved tasting you, clearly. melting on the velvet of his tongue like sugar. his chin is doused by your slickness as he buried his face deep, circling your clit in languid strokes, lower lip dropping to bring it back into his mouth. you’re never embarrassed by how loud you get, knowing you’ll be reprimanded if you do keep silent. so a pathetic, drawn out whine fills the space when he removes his mouth.

“feed it to me,” eren hisses, spanking the back of your thigh again, french kissing either side of your ass. the hungry aggression through his eyes tell you to listen, his body almost entirely inside of the tub to make sure he’s giving you what you need the right way. “c’mon, girl.”

the gruffness in his tone makes you squirm, like he’s just as pent up as you. easing your hips up, you hold your legs fully up so they’re past your ears, gripping on his arm for balance as you dip your hips so your pussy connects with his face, your face curling up as he spits and slurps, your body trembling.

“mmmahh,” you weakly moan, chest heaving and breath stuttering, his tongue occasionally dipping into your hole to taste that sweeter place, eren grunting and bouncing his head along with your movements, teeth every now and then biting at your inner thighs. “g-g’na—squirt, f-fuck, nnnngh.”

eren acts on instinct, reaching to grab the back of your neck as your body arches forward to hold you so you won’t hurt yourself, swallowing at your achy bud as you coat his throat in your juices, humming and savoring every ounce. the static of your legs as you sing out your moans makes his dick harder, straining in the confinements of his jeans.

he pulls away, your body flat within the tub as he stands and undoes the leather belt on his waist, ears perking up from the sound of his zipper and then awaits the weighty girth of his dick. blush pink tip and tan with a protruding vein trailing up the underside. you find energy to lift yourself up, clinging to the side of the tub like a mermaid on rocks. reaching for the back of his leg to pull him closer, eren’s brows lowered at the sight of your eyes setting into seductiveness.

your mouth opens instinctively, giving him those big brown irises that has his dick jump in your face. eren’s waist spasm backwards, fingers grasping the coils of your hair to stop you. “no, no. not now. y’know you’ll make me cum too quick.”

“y’know you can’t fuck me till i taste it,” you pout, evidently upset, keeping your lips parted as a need to have it. “just a taste, daddy. i want it.”

“fuckin’ hell,” eren clenches his jaw, pupils dilating, lowering his jeans and boxers to his thighs to inch his dick to your lips. “yeah, jus’ a lil taste, baby. gimme those pretty lips.”

eren moans when you waste no time intaking half of his dick, tongue licking at the underside and slurping him up, bobbing your head and letting him hit the back of your throat in nasty squelches. his head falls back then to the side as he squeezes his eyes shut, attractive neck showcasing, grunting and slowly thrusting into your throat.

“f-fuck, ꒰♡꒱. love this sweet fuckin’ mouth of yours. show me that throat, baby,” two hands go to clutch your neck, eren pulling his dick out, salvia dribbling down your bottom lip. you widen your mouth, angling your face up so he can see your tongue in it’s entirety, the tight ring in the hollow of your esophagus calling him.

“good girl, take this shit deep,” he whispers painfully, teeth clamped together in a hiss as he lays the heaviness of his dick on your flat tongue, pushing in till his pretty, leaky tip connects with the back of your throat, constricting around him. “a-ahh, yeahh.”

you let him use you as long as he anticipates, eyes drooping low, trying to focus on eye contact with your nose mushed to his happy trail, the scent of the day and his cologne seeped into his skin. you heave when he pulls back entirely, whining and riding the air. he’s so damn masculine it makes you so feminine and submissive.

“one more time, hold it,” bending his back slightly, he slides back into your mouth, gently holding your neck in place to thrust a few times more, deep melodies of grunts and hisses pouring as he furrows his brows and studies how you made his dick wet and shiny, balls slapping against your chin.

with your mouth stretched open, you take him in as deep as he likes, closing your eyes to shut off your brain so you don’t choke. eren holds you there, huffing out ‘ooh fuckin’ god, baby.’ before smoothing his hand on the side of your face after he withdraws his hips to let you breathe, his own chest knocking from holding his breath.

“love you,” eren reminds you as he peppers kisses all over your face and you smile, a continuous gesture he’d do every time to make you aware, especially when he’s too rough.

the trance you have on his dick is sickening, following it as he maneuvered around the bathroom, retrieving a towel he spread on the lower part of the tub before entering, not bothering to take off his boots. you giggle as he hovers above you, biting at your nail and shifting your body beneath him so he could slot in. the weight of his cock lays on your stomach, eren grinding to rub along your folds, coaxing your hidden clit to show. eren steadies his figure, knuckles turning white from him grasping either side of the tub and holding himself up by indenting his feet into the towel.

“i fuckin’ need you,” eren growls, biting at your neck before licking and shifting his hips to nudge the tip against your opening, easily sliding in slow.

the warmth fills your face again, abdomen pinching from pain and pleasure, pawing at his slightly dirty wifebeater and hiking it further up his chest you were desperate to touch. the silver chain around his neck sways in your face, squinting your eyes and dropping your jaw when he begins pounding into you with the need he expressed. the sluice of your pussy is loud, his balls slapping against the rounds of your ass while your thighs hit his pelvis.

“this what you needed, right? what you been whinin’ for?” eren grunts in your face, taking your lips in his for passionate kiss, moaning together.

“y-yesss, mmmph,” the pleasure swarming in your stomach feels foreign, whimpering from every stroke he gives you, clawing at his sides. it felt so fucking good, your eyes scrolling and your breath inordinate along with his. “dick feel so good, ‘ren.”

“mhm hmm,” his face curls up, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your cheek and behind your ear, his touches making your body burn. “i hear it, she’s creamy as fuck.”

and it was, peering down between where you two connect to see him covered in you, the sticky slaps making his eyes lose focus, rutting into you harder. so hard it makes you scream, that sweet spot being pressured and your tummy flutters.

“e—ren,” you can barely see him, whines and whimpers being your only way of communication. spreading yourself wider by holding yourself open with both hands, arching your chest into his face where he sloppily eats at your brown skin again.

“talk.”

“annngh,” your lips turn into a pout, face completely gone. every word and sound coming out brokenly. “f-feelin’ something. s’so fuckin’ deep in me. you fuck me so good. w’na cum on it.”

“mhm, cum on it. cum on your dick baby, make it creamier.”

it’s quiet at first when you cum, legs shaking almost violently as eren lets go of the tub and lays his entire weight onto you, tucking you fully underneath to angle his hips and dig his dick in deeper, rough and steady pivots making you reach for his hair to tug, knocking off his hat. his fingers grip your cheeks, big hand almost covering your whole face as he brings his forehead to yours, growling rough.

“yess. give. it. to. me. lemme hear it.”

“g-god, y-yessss, fuck. right there, right there. please don’t fuckin’ stop . . oh my god.”

a long, exasperated groan disperses, vibrating in your chest and in his ears, hiccups and gasps following as you clench and suck him tighter. he feels the throb from your orgasm, dick twitching inside of you, rolling his waist and keeping you close to let you ride it out and feel it longer.

“take your time, there we go. feel it all.”

it pulsates harder from hearing him, grasping his wrist and releasing what’s been caged within you; a cry. “oh . . my . . g-god. eren!”

it’s not that you’re hurt, it’s that you’re experiencing too much at once. overwhelming pleasure, your husband’s embrace, the way he speaks to you, fucks you, the love you have for him, how he loves you, and even the annoying rise of hormones from your ovulation. a cry bolts from you, body convulsing and your voice dying out, grinding mindlessly on his dick and kissing his lush lips.

“that’s it, it’s okay.”

eren’s kissing all over your face, soothing you and giving you time before he holds you close to his chest and turns himself around so he’s leaning up, resting his head back on the spa pillow and twisting you so your back is to his chest. he balances your weight, taking the initiative to sling your right arm over his shoulder, eren smoothing his palms up the back of your thighs before locking your knees to your chest with his forearms.

“you good, baby?” eren whispers, smooching your cheek again.

chewing at your lips, you nod. “uh huh.”

eren moans as your fingers thread through the brown coils of his hair, tugging and planting a kiss on the shell of his ear, jumping slightly from the way he patted your pussy with his dick, sinking back in deliciously slow. with your lips parting in sync, eren flattens his feet to fuck up inside of you, your walls spasming from how good it feels and the sensitivity.

collecting the tresses of his messy hair, you fist it harder which makes him fuck you harder. your tits bouncing on your chest you fondle at.

“watch us,” he says, placing both of his hands on either side of your head to force your head down to stare at how he fucked you, keeping your legs locked with his arms.

the sloppy collision of your stickiness coating his cock that plunges into you roughly, his heavy hits making the both of you whimper. eren begins to grow so weak from being in your pussy and the hard labor he’d done today, and you can tell by the slowness in his pace after a few minutes. he’s throbbing hard, knowing he’s close to cumming, wanting to making him feel it too. he also had to get up early and still eat dinner, so did you.

“ ‘ren,” slithering your head from his grasp, you guide them to sit at your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as you tug at his hair again and nibble at your bottom lip.

moving your body further up, you arch your chest forward and implant your feet flat to the surface, snapping your ass down to fuck him instead. eren tightens his hold on you, jaw slacking and squeezing his eyes shut while placing his forehead on your shoulder. you gasp, bouncing on him and constantly groping at your chest, skin clapping louder.

“you g’na cum in me, baby?” you speak with a whiny tone, taunting him.

“y-yeah, baby. please. bounce on that shit harder,” eren sucks at your side again, retracting his hand to land a harsh spank under your thigh, dangerously close to your cunt. “fuck, you do it so good, ꒰♡꒱. do it so good.”

“mmmm,” you smile drunkenly. “this daddy’s pussy, right?”

eren whines, and you love when he gets this way, so horny he lets his guard down. makes sounds he wouldn’t usually make. his tongue on you again causes your hips to stutter, that pressure building back up, a shaky moan pressing out the harder you fuck yourself on him.

“it’s daddy’s pussy. oooh, shit baby. don’t stop, i’m g’na bust all in your p—ussy.”

“all in my pussy?” harder, faster, you pounce your ass down, knees hiking and reconnecting as you drop down completely, feeling your orgasm near and riding him by scooting your ass on him.

“all . . in it— fuck. good girl.”

weakness fills your bones, loosing your balance completely, eren bellowing out curses and grunts as he locks his hand around your neck to pull your back to him again, swiveling his hips with yours while you both ride out the wave. heaving on the side of your face after he lays his cheek on yours, warm cum leaking into you while you gush all over him in exchange.

eren softly kisses at your shoulder, embracing you in his hold and moaning from your walls clenching on him. you can’t even find the energy to speak, enduring the comforting silence and weak breathing. rubbing your arms and molding his face with yours, skin to skin a necessity for him. rocking you side by side, smiling into his forearm he used to lock against your neck, inhaling the coconut fragrance in your hair.

“we need a shower, and that chicken pie i worked hard to make for you.”

“and that strawberry pie,” eren chuckles within the crook of your neck. “i’ll eat it all just for you.”

“you better.”

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[thecoochiefairy]

gamer girlz. onyankopon.

𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 4.6K word count. blackfem!reader, drabble, college football coded! onyankapon, grumpy!onyankapon, sweet!onyankapon, dominant!onyankapon, kinda sorta makeup sex?, couch sex , black woman, vaginal penetration, rough, lil bit of sweet talkin’, hair pulling, creaming, oral [f] [m], choking, praising, LOTS of dirty talk, backshots, missionary, condomless sex, cumming on face, kissing, spanking, just a fine ass black man, minors aren’t welcome!

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ day 283737272 of liyah’s ovulation and faithful celibacy pact meaning she’s having the most nasty, egregious thoughts. please enjoy my black man fantasies. the links inspired this fic heavily, so enjoy those too.

𝓐ᥫ᭡ :: onyankopon just wants to help you finish your game.

link. link. link. ony’s visuals.

YOUR FINGERS SHOULD'VE HURT AT THIS POINT. Swiftly moving from button to button, they tap the controls as you’re on another level of the game you desperately wanted to beat.

You had some time off of studying, and this is how you wanted to spend it. Your boyfriend was at football practice—although a part of you just wanted to be swarmed up in his arms, your attention span also had you elsewhere—this damn game. You enjoyed the older games, replaying the hardest version of Batman: Arkham Asylum, your boredom peaking your interest back in the game you’d had since childhood. 

You didn’t even register that the door had opened, or maybe you didn’t just care enough. You knew who it was. You eye him dropping his keys against the counter, black hoodie over his head, sharp jaw grunting lightly from his sore muscles, scowl along his face—definitely had to do with practice. 

You pause the game for a second, turning your face to the side, fuzzy socks along your feet, his large jersey slung along your body as you greet him, “Hell, baby. What they’ do to you?” 

“Coach was on dick today. Had me running laps cause other niggas couldn’t catch the ball and I got mad,” he huffs, taking his helmet and slamming it on the counter next to him. He massages the nape of his neck, sighing deeply to himself. 

“Now you know coach don’t like all that cussing on his field,” you sigh, “He knows you're good. That’s why he’s on your ass.” 

“Nah. He just annoying as fuck. Can’t expect me to do everything.”

He’s like a child, grumpy and pouty. His tall frame comes closer, wanting your attention in response to his rough day at practice. 

“How’s my baby?” he says in your ear, wrapping his large muscular arms around your waist and gently biting your shoulder. His broad frame shadows under his hoodie, tat against his face shining under the lights of your shared apartment, full lips moisturized—you’d never let him leave the house otherwise. 

You give him a soft laugh, rubbing your fingers over his durag as you say, “I’m fine. Had some time off studying, tryna’ beat this game. I meant what I said, Ony. He doesn’t just give you a hard time because he’s bored. You’re his star player, gotta make sure he ain’t treating you like everybody else.” 

“Don’t tell me you on yo’ nerdy stuff. C’mon. I’m sore,” he groans, his grip around your waist tightens and he pushes himself against you. 

“Oh, is it nerdy shit when you’ screaming on the game playing 2K with your friends? I was gonna offer a little massage. Now you’ve lost your entry to that,” you say, trying to push him off of you, reaching for the controller in between your lap. 

He doesn’t budge. He holds firmly onto you, pressing sloppy kisses against your neck to distract you. 

“Don’t be like that. I was kidding, you know I like that shit,” he huffs, his breath against your neck as he presses his lips on the sensitive part of your skin, “Forgot to tell you, I got an away game coming up in a few weeks. So I’ll be gone for like, a week.”

Your head comes down a bit to look directly at him, “What? You’re not coming with me to my parents? You know the holidays are coming up, Onyankopon. I told them you’d be there.” 

“You know imma’ just be sitting around hiding behind you,” he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath tickling you. 

It’s not that he’s shy— rather, he just doesn’t enjoy the unnecessary attention. 

“How ‘bout we do our own Christmas, before I go?” 

He’s nuzzling himself against your neck now, his hands roaming all along your body. You press his body away from yours, standing up as you become annoyed. 

You then say, “I wouldn’t be going up to my parents place if you didn’t agree to come with me in the first place,” going into the kitchen, searching through the freezer. 

He runs a hand over his face, seeing how instantly irritated you became. He knew having his support for the holidays meant a lot to you, and he might’ve waited on telling you about the going away game to lessen your disappointment. 

“Mama,” he calls, watching you from the sofa. 

You turn, raising an eyebrow as you say, “Oh, so now I’m Mama, you love hitting me with that shit when you know I’m mad.” 

“You know I don’t like going to those family functions, I swear that house always stinks cause yo’ auntie cooks that nasty ass fish. A week ain’t no big deal. Let’s just have our own thing here.” 

“So which one is it? You don’t wanna go or you got your football shit?” You narrow your eyes, pulling the ice pack from the freezer, arms crossed as you come back closer to him.

He knows better than to lie, especially to you. 

“They got some NFL scouts coming to this game,” he mutters, scratching his temple. I’m sorry. But I’m tryna’ go pro, you know that.”

“Mhm.” 

You hand him the ice pack, “Put it on your knee. I know it’s been sore lately.”

He raises an eyebrow, “You’ not mad?”

“Did I say I was mad? You’ want the ice pack or not?” 

He takes the ice pack, wincing once the coldness hits his knee. He knew you were gonna give him a scolding if he didn’t.

“You’ got a bad ass attitude right now.” 

“I wonder why, Onyankopon? If we had plans to go back to your parents house for the holidays and at the last minute I told you I have exams and that I just didn’t wanna go, you’d be irritated too.”  

“Damn, you gon’ be on my ass about this for the next three weeks?” 

He didn’t like it when you were like this, cause instead of being pissed you were more disappointed, which was somehow a lot worse to him.

“I’m gonna be gone for a week.” 

You scratch your nails in between the baby blue orchid claw-clip that holds your curls. You dismiss him, “You need to go shower.” 

“What, you ain’t tryna’ join me?” he murmurs, a smirk on his lips, “Quit being mad. I’m tryna love on you. Wanna put on The Isley Brothers and give you a rub down.” 

“You’re playing too much right now,” you deadpan, “Bye Onyankopon.” 

“What’ you mean bye?” he says, his smirk turning into a frown.

“I’m finna’ go finish studying,” you’re already walking back towards the bedroom, ending the conversation off as that. 

When you finally hear him smack his lips and make his way into the shower, you glance over your notes, deciding you weren’t gonna let him ruin your previous plans. You’re now back on the sofa, eyes set onto the screen, trying to defeat the computer generated opponent. 

You switch over to the sound of the bathroom opening, seeing him re-tying his durag back on, basketball shorts baggy and house shoes on his feet. His tattoos all along his face, neck, chest and arms always had your attention—but not as much attention as you usually gave him at this moment. You sprawled along the furniture, elbow deep into the couch's pillow as one leg laid straight out, while the other bent itself over the top of the couch. 

He doesn’t like how you’re paying no attention to him. As stupid as it sounds, he’s always got to have your eyes on him. They were pretty. 

“You’ still mad? You for real ain’t finna’ give me a massage?” 

“I’m good,” you swiftly respond, “Just playing my game. You can massage yourself.” 

“Why you’ gotta be like this?” 

He sits down next to you, his large frame takes up a lot of the space. The couch becomes smaller somehow. His eyes watch the game intently before he decides to get comfortable. Lying back down on the sofa, he lets his head rest in your lap. Even with you being irritated, you let him lay there. 

You continue going up level by level, your focus intently on the game. The little argument between you and Onyankopon irritated you to say the least, but you didn’t have the energy to completely push him away. It’s unfortunate he was persuasive. You notice out the corner of your eye that he lifts his head a little, the warmth between your legs along the back of his neck, and that’s when he sees that you’re wearing nothing under his jersey.  

He takes the time to admire you, legs lazily hung open, his eyes staring directly against your pussy, scenting of vanilla on your legs, freshly shaven. One of his large hands comes to rest on the back of your thick thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“What you’ got on?” he mutters.

“Had to wash clothes, didn’t have any underwear. That’s why I put on your jersey,” you tell him, eyes still not looking at his face, unable to see how his jaw clenched at the sight. 

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. In that moment his large hand rubs along the skin on your thigh, pushing the jersey up further.

“You look good as fuck in my shit,” He mumbles, a low rasp in his tone.

“Thank you,” you say in a softer tone, mainly because you’re distracted, buttons pressing harder against the controller. 

He can tell how focused you are—how your face scrunched up, the way your fingers move, even the way your thighs fall open on his head.

That’s when you feel him lean down, giving a gentle peck to your inner thigh. The feeling makes you tense a bit, but you still keep your eyes against the screen, huffing out a breath as your character is close to dying. This level was difficult. 

He’s giving small, light kisses along the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, taking small intervals to glance up to you as you keep your eyes against the screen. His hand moves higher up on your leg, slowly pushing the jersey up even more.

Your eyes go to him for a millisecond, seeing as his head is down, lips attached to your thighs, sucking ever so gently on your skin. You can almost feel a pressure building in your stomach, the slow ache of his movements almost purposeful, teasing you in a way. You press your glasses up against your face, huffing out a breath as you mutter, “Stupid ass level,” trying to come up with a reason as to why you sound so breathless. 

He grins as he’s laying there, hearing your breathing getting heavier. It’s obvious how hard you’re trying to focus on the game, but he’s working you up.

“You’ trying so hard, Mama,” He murmurs against your hot skin, his kisses trailing to the spot he knows is extra sensitive.

You shift your body, clearing your throat as you say, “Gotta restart,” adjusting your legs a bit, opening them up just a little more than before. 

He can tell how you’re slowly giving in, how you’re shifting your body around, legs opening just enough for him to move closer. He lets his free hand come to caress your stomach, rubbing against the skin under the fabric of the jersey. His lips are so close to you, his breath is hot against your skin. 

“Restart then,” He mutters, tongue now coming to flick out from his lips, gliding across your skin, hiding beneath the pillows of his lips as they begin sucking a dark red mark against you.

You narrow your eyes lightly as you restart the level you play, but your body is distracted by Onyankopon’s lips along it. You drag your teeth along your lip a bit, pressing your fingers harder into the controller, feeling his lips coming up higher. 

You could feel the arousal you had flooding in between the lips of your pussy, protecting your clit as it now begins to pool farther down, dampening the couch. His large fingers wrap along the outside of your thighs, using his thumbs to pull the skin on the inside apart, showing the dark pink of your pussy, squelching at his presence. Your body tenses even more as you feel his thumb meet with your clit, rubbing so softly against it, dropping his mouth down to press another kiss to your skin. The leg hiked up against the top of the sofa trembles a bit. 

“You’ winning?” You hear him murmur against your skin. 

You take a deep inhale, squeezing your fingers against the hooks of your controller as you softly reply, “No.”

He circles your clit with maddeningly light touches, barely grazing the swollen nub. At the same time, he’s still pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses, occasionally grazing his teeth. 

"You’ getting distracted. Wet ass pussy," Onyankopon murmurs appreciatively, feeling the slick evidence of your arousal coating his finger.

Your chest heaves a bit at his tone, but you don’t let up. You keep your eyes on the screen, but you seem to be losing. In both games. 

He spreads you even wider as he leans in closer, hot breath fanning over your slick folds. He pulls his thumb back as he replaces it with his mouth, giving you an innocent kiss against your clit. His beard captures your arousal, your fingers shuddering as you hear him groan, “Ooh, fuck, Mama. You’ wet for real.”

Without warning, he seals his lips around your clit and sucks, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud. He releases it with a lewd pop before trailing open-mouthed kisses along your slit, lapping up your dripping arousal. Your eyebrows deepen into a frown, lips trembling as you give one more press to your controller, before you take your hand and reach it to the back of his head, getting a clutch against the knot of his durag. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, clasping your mouth shut as you whimper for him.

He delves his tongue deeper between your opened folds, dragging it up and down, lapping up to create more secretion. His hands grip your thick thighs, spreading you obscenely wide as he eats you out like a starving man.

"Mmmm, this a nigga favorite fuckin’ meal," he rumbles, voice muffled by your flesh. He alternates between slurping you up and flicking rapidly, determined to make you fall apart. One hand slides up to grope your ass roughly, kneading the plush flesh.

“O—Ony…” you gasp, voice small and high pitched, fingers squeezing harder against his head, dropping the controller out of your other hand, the object hitting the ground with a thud. The music of the battle within the game becomes something you hear, but not as loud as his mouth gulping you down, heavy tongue sopping against your pussy, drenching his beard so much that he could drown in you.

“Pretty ass voice,” he encourages huskily, the vibrations from his words sending shockwaves through your core. He dips two thick fingers knuckle-deep into your weeping cunt, pumping them slowly as he continues his relentless assault on your clit with his tongue. The wet sounds of him feasting on your pussy fill the room, mixing obscenely with the forgotten video game noises.

His free hand roams your curves possessively, groping and squeezing every inch of exposed skin he can reach—your ass, your thighs, the underside of your breasts. You’re lost in a haze of pleasure.

You were always so sensitive to his touch, the pleasure that you received from him kept you so kidnapped that it was hard to be mad at him. You grind your clit along his mouth that waits to catch it, voice ineffective of composure as you struggle, “Gonna cum soon, Ony…” 

“Yeah?” He grunts, head knocking up and down, your eyes only able to watch as his lower face disappears in between your legs, glistening a coat against his beard, “Where you wanna cum?” 

“On your dick, baby…” you whine softly, rotating your hips gently to match his moments, “Please…”

"You wanna cum on your dick, Mama?” He coos against you, the sound reverberating through your core, you’re whimpering with an urgent nod, “Mhm,” before he can even finish his sentence. 

He pulls himself back, already tugging his tip from beneath his basketball shorts, taking off the material as your eyes follow the curve, the vein in his dick, heavy against the stretch of his large palm. Tattoos spread against his pelvic, scriptures and inspirational quotes that didn’t belong in his blasphemous moment.

"Turn around, put that ass in the air for me.“

Your legs feel a bit numb, bringing yourself up as you know exactly how he wants you. Raising your left leg along the arm of the couch, you lean your breast over the top as your face hides beneath your arm, right knee digging into the seat of it. He places his fingers along the side of your neck, other hand digging into your thigh thrown over the furniture. He doesn’t have to tell you to look at him—you always give him your eyes, feline as they blank beneath his control. Your body trembles as he slams his palm against your ass, “Arch more,” your body following suit, deepening the valley your silhouette creates. 

He grips your hip with bruising force, using the leverage to grind the swollen head of his dick teasingly along your soaked slit. Up and down, he rubs himself through your slick folds, coating his length in your essence. Your hips tense as you feel the weight of his tip stretching open your pussy, sinking in that it makes your abdomen cramp, aching in a pleasure that has your entire body tighten. Your eyes are beginning to roll back, digging your nails into the sofa as you keep your eyes on his, he looks mad at you, slamming his palm against your ass again as he grunts, “Keep that fuckin’ arch.” 

Your chest is filled with oxygen, holding your breath to cure the slight discomfort you feel, but it’s also an agonizing pleasure, feeling so full from him. He’s slowly dragging himself halfway out, rolling his hips back in and going even deeper, your mouth dropping open as your eyes flutter shut, turning your head back towards him as you whimper, “Fuck, baby. You’re deep…” 

Silence goes in between the both of you, savoring the rush of pleasure that clutches the air as he drags his first couple of thrusts, so slow it felt like time wasn’t even passing. The sedated actions almost feel better than if he sped up, his eyes locking down as he sees you painting his tip, creaming on him. 

“I’m in your shit, huh?” he talks to you, it’s almost tortuous as he hilts himself fully inside, his heavy balls slapping against your throbbing clit. Your walls clench around him like a vice, your head tilting back as you completely tense. You whimper, “Ungh,” attempting to push him back to relieve the stimulation, jumping as he gives you a bruising spank, deep voice aggressive as he says, “Uh-uh, don’t do that. You know I don’t do that running shit.” 

His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he starts up at a carnal pace. The wet squelch of your pussy being split open echoes obscenely in the room, mixing with your deep whines, nodding your head, gently dropping your hips against his abdomen to meet his strokes.

“Keep riding that dick, goood fuckin’ girl,” each thrust is punishing and deep, stirring up your insides. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes obscenely as he rails into you, chasing your pleasure to insanity.

You always try to keep up, but you never could. All your organs feel tossed around by him, so blinded in your erotic state, your mouth opens as you give long moans, deeply gasping each time you need to catch your breath. He brings you to a point of saying things you’d never thought would leave your lips, mouth parted as you groan, “Yes, yes, baby. Agh, fuck, Ony. Deeper.”

"You want this dick deeper?" He growls, accentuating his question with a thrust that has your eyes rolling back farther. His grip on your hips tightens, surely leaving finger-shaped bruises on your toffee skin as he sets a merciless pace.

He’s back at palming his hand brutally against your ass, rushing it up to come around the front of your mouth, resting his fingers there as he grunts, "Take this fucking dick then," yanking your head back.

The new angle allows him to go even deeper, his hips slapping against your clit, “Finna’ tear this fuckin’ pussy open.” 

His filthy words mix with the lewd sounds of your bodies coming together, filling the room, it has you groaning through his fingers. 

“Love you so much,  baby—“ this was a regular routine, the affection you give him as he’s hitting that spot that only he could find, whines plummeting from your mouth, eyes to the back of your head as you reach back and grab onto his wrist that holds your hip, moaning louder each time he rolls his hips back to meet the weight of your ass matching his rhythm.

“What happened to you being mad?” He questions, going slow as he tugs you back into his dick, the echo of your skin bouncing off each other like a drug induced round of applause. 

You shake your head, “Not mad at you, Onyyy,  love you so much….”

He chuckles darkly, low and rumbling in his chest as he leans over you, pressing his muscular torso against your back. His hot breath fans across the shell of your ear as he murmurs, "I know you do, Mama. I love you too.” 

One large hand slides up from your hip, reaching around to splay across your stomach as the other now tangles in your hair, tugging your head back. He rolls his hips in a slow, deep grind, stirring you up from the inside, your mouth releasing broken shouts, your face hot, pleasured tears wanting to stroke along your face. 

"Fuckin’ love you, princess. Pussy was made for me,” He gives another sharp thrust, grinding against your cervix. "You’ getting tight as fuck—You’ cumming, Mama?”

“I’m….” You gasp, defeated in your inability to speak, taking your hand and reaching back to hold his face closer to yours, hips trembling as you dangerously moan in a cracked tone “I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming. I’m—agh,  c—cumming…”

His chuckle is dark with lust as you flutter and clench around him erratically. He grips you harder, using the leverage to pound into you relentlessly, chasing his own release.

"Good job, baby. Biggg fuckin’ girl. Cum on this dick. Fuckin' soak it," he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. One hand moves from your hip to your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub as he continues his brutal pace.

Your whole body tenses and shakes as your orgasm crashes over you, a loud cry tearing from your throat. Your pussy spasms almost violently around his thick shaft, gushing against him so much it pushes him out of you, trying to milk the sensation for all it’s worth. 

“I’m finna’ bust, baby,” he warns, groaning in your ear, “Come eat this dick up.”

Your body feels numb as you turn yourself towards him, immediately wrapping your lips along his tip, enveloping the taste of your own arousal within the walls of your mouth, sucking him in to reach the heavens of your throat. He clasps your hair within his palm, bobbing yourself back and forth as you reach down, rubbing your clit as you still feel your orgasm rushing through your body. You moan around him, giving him those cat eyes, fluttering your dark extensions as you swirl your tongue against his tip, begging for a reaction.

He throws his head back with a deep, guttural moan as your warm mouth engulfs him. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your movements as he starts to thrust shallowly into your throat.

“Shit—just like that. Eating that dick up good as fuckk," he pants, his abs flexing with each snap of his hips. The sight of you—eyes fluttering, cheeks hollowed, one hand buried between your thighs—it’s almost too much.

He pulls your mouth off him, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening tip. With another smack to your ass, he flips you onto your back, settling between your spread legs. 

"I wanna see your face when I nut in this pretty ass pussy." 

He lines himself up and sinks back in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out instantly, clutching your throat, holding you down as your back arches up, clawing into his back at the visceral sensitivity.

He sets a hard, fast pace, the wet sounds of your joining filling the room. His intense gaze locks with yours, pupils blown wide with lust as he takes in every expression that crosses your face.

"That's it, baby. Gonna fill this pussy up real good," he grunts as you whimper with his talking, “Ba-by,” angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you. One hand slides under your thigh, pushing your leg up and back to change the angle, allowing him to go even deeper.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to pound into you. His tongue dominates your mouth, swallowing your moans and cries of pleasure. Breaking the kiss, he buries his face in your neck, biting and sucking dark marks into your skin as he chases his release.

"Fuckk, finna’ cum soon. You want it in you, baby?”

“On my face baby, you say it’s pretty there,” you whimper, deepening your nails in his back, “Mmmph, c’mon, Ony. Please…” 

A grin spreads across his face at your pleas. Grabbing his throbbing tip, he positions himself at your face, smearing the leaking pre-cum across your cheek. He’s moaning, stroking himself rapidly, aiming his tip at your parted lips. His free hand grips your chin firmly, keeping you in place as his strokes become erratic. He then cums, painting your face—across your cheeks, over your lips, some even landing in your waiting mouth.

You stick your tongue out, running your tongue over your lips that darken in color, bruised as you dig your teeth into them with a sultry giggle. Heavy breathing fills the room as you keep your eyes up at him. 

He steps back as he says, “Hollon, baby,” going into the bathroom as he finds a towel, rubbing it along your face to clean you up. He then leans down, pulling you into a kiss as he grunts, “Gimme’ your mouth. I love you, Mama. I’m sorry.” 

You give him a kiss, holding his face in your hands, running your tongues together sloppily, passion filling your entire body from the previous actions. 

You say, “It’s okay. You’ want your massage now?”

He pulls his mouth back a bit, eyeing you before he chuckles. It makes you pout, “What’s funny?”

He laughs, shaking his head as he helps you stand, “Nothin’ Mama. Just thinkin' 'bout how quick you forgave me after I tore your ass up."

You roll your eyes, “I can always change my mind.” 

He runs a hand down your side, squeezing your hip possessively. "Chill out. I want that massage. You know I'm always ready for your magical hands."

He stretches languidly, his muscles rippling beneath his tattoos as he leads you towards the bedroom, “ And don’t be all stingy with the lotion. Do that lil’ thing I like if you feeling extra generous.” 

“You’ getting beside yourself. Do you need that?”

He turns, “Do you?”

You scrunch up your nose, “No. I want a massage next!”

“Exactly. C’mon, get that ass on the bed.”

[satoruan]

THINK I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABY w/Jujutsu Kaisen

( TW ) f!Reader, Breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum inflation, hair pulling, sex toys, overstimulation, stepdad!Toji, daddy kink, overstimulation

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru & Choso Kamo

authors note: repost bc tumblr took it down for no reason...

☾ GOJO SATORU

“Fuck Love, you’re sucking me so good.” Satoru groans, struggling to not crash the car. During dinner, you two kept passing each other such heated looks that even your friends commented on the tension. Earlier today, you got a notification from your health app that you were ovulating. Satoru jumped on you as soon you told him, he wanted to stay in all day and fuck, but your guys’ friends blew up his phone reminding him of the promises you both made to them. After dinner you couldn't keep your hands off each other, you were desperate for his cum and Satoru was desperate to breed you. “Don’t cum ‘Toru.” You warn before sticking his cock back in your mouth. “Can’t help it Love, mouth too fuckin’ good,” he says, sighing in relief when he pulls onto your street, clicking the button in his car that opens the garage. He barely has the chance to take the keys out of the ignition before you pull him out of the car. “Don’t have time to make it up to the bed, just fuck me right here.” You demand, leaning over the car and presenting Satoru with your ass. Satoru pulls your dress up and shoves his cock into your pussy. He reaches over your hip to stimulate your clit. “‘Toru, just cum in me, I don't care ‘bout gettin’ off.” You move your ass in perfect sync with his hips. “You sure Love–” “Breed me ‘Toru!” You moan, feeling his cum fill you up. You drop your head to the still-warm hood of the car, finally able to catch your breath now that his load was deep in your cunt. “C’mon Love, let's finish this in the bedroom.” 

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO  

You peak over the corner of the hallway, winking at Toji who was busy talking to your mother. ‘Come fuck me.’ Your mouth once you catch his attention before running back up the stairs, careful not to make any noises. You told your mom that you weren't feeling well, that during the drive back from college you must’ve caught something. In all honestly, you just wanted a chance to freely fuck your stepdad without your mother coming in and out of your room. Specifically, you wanted to be bred by him, and the best way to keep his cum in you was to use several pillows and put them under your ass so his cum didn’t spill out, hence why you didn't want your mom to barge into your room. Thank God she's a germaphobe. You strip out the Pj set you threw on and lay yourself face down, ass up. Your stepdad’s favorite position. As expected, you hear your stepdad softly shut the door a few minutes later. “Desperate now, are we?” He grips your hips. “Always desperate for you Daddy.” you mumble into the bed. “Huh,” he slaps your ass before pulling you up by the hair. “Didn’t hear you slut.” “Said ‘m always desperate for you Daddy, even prepared myself with the dildo you bought me.” You whimper. “Such a good girl,” He pulls his hard cock out of his slacks, gives it a few tugs before stuffing your cunt to the brim. “Now take this dick slut.” He pushes your head down into your lilac duvet. You try and fail to be silent when his dick hits that special spot every time he goes deep enough. “You okay in there, y/n?” You hear your mother's muffled voice through the door. You clench down on your daddy's dick in surprise, causing him to fuck you faster. “Y/n?” “Y-yes mom, I'm fine, just go away p-please.” You gasp out, throwing your head back into the bed in ecstasy when you hear her mumble and walk away. “Daddy, 'm cumming! Cum with me!” You whisper-yell. “Gonna fill this pussy, get you so full of my seed you can never leave this house again.” He grunts, slamming into you at a bruising pace. “Yes, please Daddy, fill me up!” You orgasm and Toji follows suit, filling you with so much cum it spills out.  

☾ GETO SUGURU 

“I'm so full Sugu.” You mumble, dazed. You fight the urge to close your eyes and fall back into Suguru’s big, warm chest. “Wake up sweet girl. ‘M not done yet.” He mumbles into your sweaty neck. “B-but Sugu–” “Shush Lovebug, one more time.” Suguru looks over your shoulder to see where you two are connected. He plugged you up good, but after so many loads a trickle of his cum slowly travels down his almost empty balls. “O-one more.” You grab his chin and kiss him sweetly. He rubs your noses together before grabbing your hips and moving you down the shaft of his cock. He pays close attention to not pull you over the tip of his cock. You hold onto your stomach, feeling it protrude slightly more than normal, Sugu’s cock and cum inflating you. You feel like a cum filled, flesh light as Sugu moves you to his liking. It’s hard to believe he has more cum in him. “Fuck Lovebug, you feel so warm and tight.” He mummers, giving you a few more neck kisses. You lean closer into him. Right now, you want to live in his skin. “Love you Sugu, can’t wait ta have your baby.” “I Love you too, can’t wait to see you carryin’ my child.” He grips your hips tighter at the thought.  “‘bout to fuck another load into you sweet girl, you wan’ it?” “Yes please, more than anything.” You rest your head back into his shoulder. He shrugs at your head until your mouth is close enough to kiss. He slams your hips down and cums as you two make out and whisper sweet nothings. 

☾ CHOSO KAMO

“Again, Baby.” Choso holds the vibrator to your clit. You arch your back and forget the fact that you have nipple clamps on. You scream when the clamps move. Your entire body is sensitive, Choso came up with the idea to simulate you to the max when you said you wanted to have his baby, that you wanted him to breed to and fill you to the brim with his cum. You readily agreed to his idea because you knew that the more orgasms you had the better chance you had to get pregnant, something about the virginal walls relaxing when women orgasm. Now though, you’re regretting it. Choso’s been holding the vibrator on your clit for the last hour and every time you think you’ve gone numb to the sensation; he finds a way to make you cum harder than the last. “N-no Choso, ‘m done down, I've cum as I can, wan’ you to fuckmenow!” You slur your words, the pleasure making you lightheaded. “One more Babygirl.” He soothes you, rubbing your stomach and imagining what you’d look like full of his cum. Beautiful, you’d look beautiful. “At least fuck me while you give me another orgasm!” You argue, staring at him with glossed-over puppy eyes. Choso gives in and situates himself between your legs, still holding the vibrator over your clit. You sigh happily when he sets the vibrator down and thrust his cock in you. You thought you were completely numb down there but the feeling of Choso thrusting into your hole that’s been contracting nothing felt godly. Adding that with the vibrator that he put back on your clit, you come immediately. “Choso!” You scream clenching around him so tight he can’t help cumming. “Fuck! ‘M filling you up so good baby!” 

[pha55ed]

Your Fault || OP81

type :: smut

tw/cw :: dacryphilia, degradation, rough, mean!dom!oscar, he calls u ugly...

summary :: "oscar is so nice!" "he's so cat coded!" "he's so shy!" - no tf he's not, and you experience that first hand after a bad day - engineer!reader

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || OVULATING CELLY!!!

"Not" thrust "a single" thrust "thing" thrust "right." Oscar pants as he releases his frustrations of the race onto you. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. And although he could have blamed it on Lando, other drivers, other engineers, he didn't. He always focussed on you.

How you didn't speak up on the radio. How you didn't check him into the pit lane fast enough. How you misplaced the mechanic's drills one inch further than usual. How you didn't even wish him luck beforehand?

"S-sorry" You tried to mumble through your tears as he scoffed in your face. His thrusting never stopped, only getting stronger. He wasn't facing you, instead facing your back. Thank god, or else he would have a field day laughing at your crying.

"Shut your fucking mouth." He grumbles, too focussed on making sure you can't speak again.

Both of his hands were on your hips, making you move back and forth on his dick even faster and deeper than he was already going. He forced you to bend over fully too, your chest flat against the cool table. You could feel your goosebumps rise with the gusts of wind form his harsh thrusts.

But Oscar wasn't cold, far from it. Since only you were naked, while he was still fully clothed besides his dick peaking out. It made you so embarrassed, knowing that if someone dared to open his driver's room they'd see everything from you and not an ounce of skin from Oscar. And even if they did catch a glimpse of his dick, they'd only see his deep it's buried inside of you.

"Aren't you ashamed?" he asks, slamming into you fully before halting for a second. His hands reach for your face, oh no.

And as he forces you to look at him, you fight back for a second. Before he quickly reminds you.

"Turn your fucking head." He says, as he forces you to look at him. And seeing the cold tears roll down your face only makes him happier. "Oh my gosh." He grins.

He stops thrusting and instead pulls your body up, making your back lean against his warm chest. His thumb grazes your cheek and sweeps up your tear. As if his shit-eating grin wasn't enough of an ego crusher, he goes as far to taste his thumb.

The saltiness of your tear making him lick his lips. He stares into your eyes, not seeing your soul, but only seeing a source of fuel for his ego.

"You're an ugly crier." He says, bluntly with a small chuckle. He sweeps up yet another tear and licks his finger again. "We need to go back to doggy."

He says, as he turns your crying face back to the table as he begins to thrust into you yet again. And you weren't sure if you should be turned on or just start bawling from how rude he's being today.

[graciecow]

Just thought I would come on here to let tumblr know today is my peak day of ovulation and I am very drunk 😝🤭💕

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Number 34 marilyn x larissa x reader. Reader is a student (of age and only if you're comfortable with it) who keeps getting distracted in Marilyn's lessons and anytime they are brought into larissa's office

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Summary— Reader is an of age student who can’t seem to focus in Marilyn’s botany classes. Reader also happens to be a beta and in heat. Larissa and Marilyn suggest an alternative to help. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for the request! I love this idea. The Reader is assumed to be 18 or older. And I added an a/b/o AU for some extra fun Ehehe. Enjoy! ♥️♥️

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#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, mainly fluff, implied smut, talk of smut, talk of sexual desires, age gaps (all legal), a/b/o Au/omegaverse Au, Dom/sub implied relationships, implied breeding kink, implied begging kink, implied domination, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat.

For a couple days of the month, the days in which you were ovulating, you were highly sensitive in all manners of the word. You hadn’t slept well. You couldn’t eat much. All you could hold in your stomache was water. You dealt with mood swings and tidal wave cravings. You had cramps and heat flashes. Intense cravings and desires overwhelmed your system at all times. Wants to curl up and nest through it all. Needs that you didn’t dare utter aloud causing you to drown in your own desperation.

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat. But it’s not like you could spend a whole week of each month in your dorm suffering. So you did your best to ignore your time of the month.

“Miss L/N, for the last time, are you with us…??” Ms. Thornhill seethed, frustrated at how you apparently couldn’t keep any interest or attention in her class all week.

Your eyes shot up, wide, and toward the botanist. You gulped and went red.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, looking away in embarrassment.

Marilyn looked you up and down and sensed that something was off. It seemed to have been off all week… She decided to go with her gut.

“Miss L/N, please see me and Principal Weems after your classes today.” Ms. Thornhill instructed you with a blank face and tone.

You gulped and nodded, letting out a whimper of a yes ma’am… You probably would have spent the rest of you day anxiously spiraling about the foreboding meeting with Thornhill and Weems, but today, you were in too deep with other matters to even think about it at surface level.

You knew that as the days progressed, your symptoms would only get worse. The second to last day of your heat would be the most intense, the last day would be filled with depression and distraught, ie your body realizing that it hadn’t gotten what it wanted.

Today you guessed was most likely your second to last day, as you’d been in heat for almost a week and the symptoms had peaked today of all days. Physically, you were constantly wet, shaking at all times, trembling as you walked and sat, wobbling with weak legs, breathing shallow and faltering, overheating at all hours of the day, stumbling with imbalance, and stuttering every other word that came out.

But the physical aspects didn’t compare to the mental. Mentally, you were in full heat mode…

Dominated… you needed her to push you and order you around… be rough but soft at the same time. You needed to kneel and look up to your alpha, powerless to her, surrendering all control…

Begging… You needed her dirty words whispered into your ear, as you whimpered and begged for it… you needed to let out all the dirty thoughts in your head, begging your alpha to make it come true… you needed her to get off at how pathetic and desperate you sounded…

Breeding… you needed her seed, her cum deep inside you… needed her to fuck until your stomache was swelling with her offspring… needed it, needed it, needed it…

As you knocked and entered Principal Weems’ office door, you tried to pull yourself back to reality from your deep, carnal desires. You closed the door behind you with a shuttering breath, as the two women swiveled their heads towards you. Larissa was sitting behind her desk, Marilyn on the left guest seat.

“Miss L/N, thank you for joining us. Please have a seat, Darling.” Ms. Weems spoke.

The petname put you on edge, enough where if you could just hump that arm chair…—

You shook your head and sat down as instructed. Marilyn’s quizzical gaze was on you, along with Larissa’s confident one. They both observed you for a moment, before Ms. Weems began,

“Ms. Thornhill tells me that you have been having trouble focusing in class…” the blonde spoke.

You went red and looked in your lap as your fingers fidgeted with one another.

“Mhmm ‘m sorry Principal Weemss…” you whispered, squirming in your chair.

“Larissa is fine in here, Darling.”

Larissa raise her brow at you, when you winced while you nodded. Her instincts told you something was off… You looked uncomfortable, in pain.

“Miss L/N, are you feeling alright…?” Ms. Weems asked.

Marilyn looked from Larissa to you, then leaning forward and placing a hand on your leg. You gasped and met Marilyn’s sympathetic gaze with wide eyes.

“You can talk to us, Y/N…” Marilyn gently said.

Suddenly, your suffering was stifled, things started to make sense again. You could think clearly. Her touch was your cure. But it wasn’t the entire cure… the pang of desire in you was still aflame.

“I… I’m… in heat…” you stammered in a whisper.

Marilyn’s eyes widened, her hand pulling back from your leg. You whimpered at the loss of touch, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the pathetic sound came out. Your face was reddened in embarrassment as both women watched you carefully, processing the meaning of your words. Suddenly, Larissa let out a brief, dry laugh, then standing up, rounding her desk, and sitting on the edge of her desk in between you and Marilyn.

“Is that what’s been bothering you…?” Larissa softly cooed, leaning forward towards you.

You bit your lip, looking down to the floor, and nodding with a beet red face.

“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.” The blonde hummed.

Your head shot up at Larissa’s words.

“Fix?” You promptly asked.

Your gaze met Larissa’s, but her eyes were different, darker and glimmering with a certain shine. You looked over to Marilyn, who seemed to be on the same page as Larissa. The redhead leaned forward in her chair, her hand now coming up to your thigh. You shivered and nearly moaned at the touch.

“Let us help you, sweetheart… We understand.” Marilyn cooed.

“Help me…? You understand?” You stammered.

“Yes Darling. Hear us out and then you can decide, does that sound alright?” The blonde comforted you.

You nodded slowly, entranced by the way Marilyn’s hand slowly drew circles on your outer thigh. Larissa smiled at your response, then standing up and offering you her hand. You took it and your body exploded at the skin to skin contact. The blonde principal guided you to the long, lavish couch by the fire, placing you in the middle. Your mind was even more dizzy and you could barely comprehend what was happening anymore.

When Larissa let go of your hand, part of reality came crashing into you, along with waves of sadness and distraught. But those feelings were soon semi-sated as Larissa sat on your right, and Marilyn on your left, closest to the fire. Marilyns hand found its home back on your thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Larissa’s hand cupped your chin and swiveled your face and gaze to her.

“You understand what is happening to you, don’t you?” Larissa asked, while drinking in your form.

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a shaky breath.

“Kind of…” you stammered.

“Why don’t you tell me what you know, and I will fill in the gaps for you, Darling…” the blonde cooed.

You gulped and your breath hitched as you felt Marilyn’s fingers dance around the top of your thigh.

“I know that I go through ‘heat’… it’s biology, that I can’t help it. I get all messed up and I can’t function… its hopeless, so I just bear with it and it’s goes away after a couple days usually…” you rambled.

“Good girl.” Larissa hummed, “Yes, you are mostly correct. Your heats are biological, and you go through them in cycles. If you don’t address them, they will only get worse. I assume this is why you’ve been suffering these past few days… You’ve had built up heats, unaddressed?”

You broke your locked gaze from the tall blonde, nodding slowly.

“But it’s not hopeless, sweetheart. There are ways to treat and manage the heats.” Marilyn reassured you, squeezing your thigh lightly.

You let out a shaky sigh at Marilyn’s physical comforting, thanking whatever higher power that it didn’t come out as a moan. You looked towards the redhead and nodded. Larissa sighed towards Marilyn.

“Marilyn, that is enough. She hasn’t decided hers and your overabundance of teasing is not helpful…” Larissa sternly told the redhead.

Marilyn’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand from your thigh. You felt your core start screaming again, for more. More touch. More anything. But Larissa’s words intrigued you enough to pull your focus to the tall blonde.

“Decide what…?”

Larissa sighed and Marilyn took a deep breath. The tall principals gaze met yours lovingly.

“If you want us to help you…” she purred.

Your cheeks went ablaze at her words.

“I… w-what…?” You stammered, your throat going dry.

“Marilyn and I, we understand your situation more than others… Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a beta, aren’t you?” Larissa explained slowly.

You gulped and nodded, meeting the woman’s gaze submissively.

“Mmmmm that is what we thought. Well Marilyn is an omega, and I am an alpha. We are both also in our heats…”

Your heart nearly jumped up and out of your throat as the blonde woman’s statement, and your eyes went wide. Were you hearing this correctly…?

“And… Marilyn and I, if you are amenable, would like to offer our aid—” Larissa explained gently.

“Yes.” You immediately choked out.

The tall woman’s gaze widened and brightened at your interrupted response. She then smirked and turned her attention to Marilyn who gave a her a nod.

“Alright, then how about we start with you telling us what you want, Darling…?” Larissa purred.

“How can we help you, sweetheart…?” Marilyn asked as well, as Larissa placed her hand on your back reassuringly.

You looked from the redhead’s gaze then to the blonde’s.

“I… ummmmm…” You stammered,

“That’s alright, take a deep breath for us…” Larissa cooed.

You nodded towards the woman and did as she said.

“Good girl. Now use your words, sweet girl…” the blonde praised.

“I w-want… to be… dominated” you stammered, your words turning into embarrassed whispers.

Marilyn’s hand then reached out to grasp yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

“It’s all good, sweetheart. You got this.” The redhead comforted you.

You met her loving gaze and nodded with a gulp.

“W-want you to take control… of all of it of me. Want to be used but also taken care of… want to not have to think, to not have my head ringing in m-my ears…” you confessed, while Larissa and Marilyn listened intently as you continued,

“Want to be sated mmmd satiated… whatever just want to feel full… so full…” you whimpered, starting to rock back and forth as your words were starting to make you spiral,

“Need it… need it, need to be bred… God I need to be full…” you whimpered loudly, but you were interrupted by Larissa’s hand squeezing your shoulder lightly and bringing you back to her and the other woman.

“That’s good, Darling. Very good girl.” Larissa purred, “Do you trust us…?”

You smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yes…” you lightly said.

Larissa smiled lightly, before standing up and offering her hand to you, Marilyn following.

“Then why don’t we go to a proper bedroom, hmmm Darling…?” The blonde husked.

You eagerly took Larissa’s hand as she guided you to her private bedroom attached to her office, the redhead following behind you.

~~~

Interested in Part 2…? With Smut…? 😏

Larissa Weems Masterlist

Marilyn Thornhill Masterlist

[m00nchildwrites]

Day 5 of Am I Over Their Sh*t & Taking Away Their Right To Pick Their Own Clothes Like A Mother Must Her Toddler Who Insists That A Lime Green Tutu, A Brown Unicorn Fuzzy Sweater, Dress-up Heels, A Pair of Orange Leggings, And Pigtails Is Peak Fashion.

(Ca you already tell how today is gonna play out? Because-)

I was BETRAYED.

Xavier Bun, who got to you? Was it Sylus? Was it Rafayel? Did Zayne finally decide someone else needed to wear the cone of shame???? ....you are lucky you pulled this sleepy Bunny business...*grumbles* I will let it slide.... for some cuddles.

Meanwhile, the other decided to come for my throat (or perhaps they know I'm ovulating pre-tracker release) because Dayum!

Professor Zaddy- opp, I mean, Zaddy, opp, I mean... yummy.

And Rafayel, this is a classic but you know I think you're hot as hell in it. I SEE YOU BOO. 😘🤤

But Sylus.... sir..... SIR.

🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

I'm not even mad yall pulled one over on Xavie. I forgot whatever else I was gonna say because-

SIR.

[housewifeswag2]

today is my peak ovulation day btw soooo 😈 if you want me more that's why

[asexualpregnancy]

We did it (twice)! 😏

According to my tracking app and LH test results, I am supposed to ovulate today. We did an at-home insemination yesterday and today with a good ol’ fashioned syringe + specimen container, so now we wait to see if anything takes.

I had some questions/concerns ahead of time about how this would go, so I’ll do a little Q&A here, which may be interesting and/or helpful to others in this situation.

How will the collection aspect work?

Without sharing TMI, my partner and I talked about it and decided we would try being together for the collection, as it is as close to the “real” experience of conceiving as we can get considering our situation. He went about his business, I held the cup, and after a few minutes, we had what we needed.

Will it be awkward?

Yes! But we’ve been together 9 years, so we were able to laugh it off in moments where it felt a little weird. I’d say it went about as well as it possibly could have gone.

Will you do the actual insemination alone?

We also decided that we’d try him staying with me, and see how it went. He sat beside me and played games on his iPad because I felt uncomfortable with the idea of him watching (it was giving ‘trip to the gynecologist’s office’ vibes). It didn’t take long, and there was no weirdness other than the yucky wet sensation while waiting a few minutes to get up and pee/clean up. But that can’t be helped, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What happens afterwards?

We just laid next to each other and chatted. DH didn’t receive a particularly comprehensive education on reproductive health — and that’s me being generous about it — so to answer some of his questions, we watched a couple videos on YouTube about the process of fertilization and implantation, and how a fetus looks at different points of the pregnancy.

The one other thing I was a little worried about was whether or not he understood that it’s not a guaranteed thing that it’ll happen this time around. He’s a sensitive guy and tends to get his hopes up about things and then feel really sad if they don’t work out, so I explained that we may have to try again a few more months.

The question he had that threw me off was, “So like, will you know tomorrow if you’re pregnant or not?” (Damn you, Christian school system for doing a bad job at explaining how life works to students.) He was quite surprised to learn that we will have to wait about 2.5 weeks to see if I miss my period before I can take a test and get an accurate result.

In case anyone is interested in what the test strips look like and how to read them, the Premom app has a little camera that detects the test strips and interprets the results by comparing the control line to the result line. When the result line starts getting lighter again, your LH levels have peaked. I’ve not done a great job of testing at the same time every day, but I know I have a rapid LH peak onset, so I’ve been testing twice a day so I won’t miss it. (See image below for this cycle’s results.)

That’s all I’ve got for today. I may post something between now and the first week of August, but I then again I might not. If you have any questions about the process or about what it’s like to be an ace person in a relationship with an allo, hit up my inbox and let’s chat!

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Could I request Where Thor and reader are trying for a baby and nothing works except for one day they get lucky but then he goes on to Asgard before reader has a chance to tell him and he looses trials of time in Asgard so when he comes back he thinks reader cheated so angst but then it’s just fluffy and cute.

Sorry if this is long! just really love how you write thor! Especially chubby Thor!

Rain Rain Go Away

Thor x plus size reader

Trying and failing over and over can take its toll on anyone’s mind but a sudden success after so long can make them fracture.

Warnings: struggles to conceive, self-hatred, presumed infidelity, arguments, infertility, angst, pregnancy, endgame compliant (old man Steve), birth/labour, happy/hopeful ending

WC: 5k

Minors DNI

There is a point when trying for a baby where it doesn’t become fun anymore. It becomes scheduled, scientific. There are calendars and pills, alarms and appointments. It was clinical and heartbreaking.

Since the beginning of your time with the Avenger, you both knew you wanted kids, a whole load of them. But you stayed on birth control, knowing that getting pregnant too soon could destroy your budding relationship.

And as your first wedding anniversary came around, your gift to your godly husband was a cut on your inner arm where your implant had been. You spent a week in bed together, determined to fall pregnant on the first try. 

But it was now over a year later and all you had to show for it was several broken headboards and a dozen negative pregnancy tests. It weighed heavily on you both but you more so.

Thor was a god of not only thunder but fertility. He was meant to have children, an army of them, so it had to be you that was holding him back. He constantly reassured you that these things took time and that patience was essential, yet you could tell he was thinking the same thing too.

Sighing, you dropped the ovulation test in the bin. You were supposed to be at the peak of your cycle today but the single blue line on the plastic told you otherwise. You could hear your husband working out in the home gym below you. He was working out more often nowadays, trying to get out all of his frustration in a somewhat practical way.

You washed your hands slowly, delaying your exit from the bathroom. It was getting harder to face your husband each day, to see that disappointment in those blue eyes as we woke up. Occasionally, he would reach for your soft stomach as if he would be able to cup it like you were pregnant but catch himself before he could touch you.

It ripped your heart apart every time. 

Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself and left the small bathroom. The kitchen, thankfully, was empty so you were able to quietly slip to the fridge and pull out one of the nasty premade smoothies that Laura suggested.

You downed half of it and cringed at the taste. At this point you wouldn’t be surprised if it was a placebo. It was raining today, how fitting. “My love?” For being a man closer to 7’ than the average human, he certainly moved quietly. 

“Jesus Christ!” You jumped, almost dropping the bottle of vile green liquid. “Don’t scare me like that.” But he just chuckled, brushing off your words. His solid arms wrapped firmly around your wide waist and tugged you into him so he could rest his chin on the top of your head.

“I am sorry my queen, I thought you heard me come in.” You melted into his hold like you always did. Thor had magical hugs, even in the most dire of circumstances where you couldn’t see the light at the end, he brought his own. He guided you back in the beat of his heart and the warmth of his chest. These embraces were becoming all too frequent now, a constant routine before bed or after you got up. 

“Is ok.” You slurred, letting the heat of him lull you into a fuzzy headspace. A huge hand came up and cupped the back of your head so your nose pressed into his collarbone. The other slid down to your lower back, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your warm skin.

“How are you feeling today? What do you need from me?” Even in the midst of the worst fights you’ve had, Thor always made sure that you were ok, both physically and mentally. 

Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him down for a soft peck to his lips. “Just you my love, I just need you.” With no effort, you were hauled up and thrown over his shoulder.

“Then you shall have me!” And he ran to your shared bedroom as you laughed.

——————

The sun was trying to break from the horizon when he awoke. The message had been short ‘come quickly, we need help’. And as much as he hated it, he had to leave you. You were still fast asleep, dreaming peacefully within the cotton sheets.

He laid a quick kiss to your temple and tucked a note onto the bedside table. Thor gazed down at you sadly, his fingers skimming your lower stomach before he forced himself to pull away, knowing that if he stayed any longer, he would not leave.

By the time you awoke, far more tired than you usually were, the sun was at its highest point in the sky and Thor was gone. 

You hauled yourself from bed, only briefly glancing at the note he had left as you sluggishly moved to the bathroom. ‘I have to be getting sick’ you thought, that was the only explanation for how utterly exhausted you felt.

A hot shower woke you up a bit but not much. As you dried yourself off, you froze. Your breasts felt firm, and very sensitive. No, it can’t be. 

With shaking hands, you opened up your phone’s calendar and nearly dropped the device in shock. Your period was almost two months late. No, don’t get your hopes up, you told yourself. Take a test, then go from there.

Admittedly, it was the messiest test you ever took considering how your entire body trembled with nerves. Deja vu washed over you as you washed your hands, the test face down on the counter beside you. Hope and despair curled in your gut, twisting around each other like snakes. Your heart wanted hope to win but your brain knew that like so many times before despair would devour the other.

Your timer was set, three minutes.

2 minutes 45 seconds It was going to be negative, just like the many times before. You were probably coming down with a flu and your cycle was off because you’re so stressed about getting pregnant.

2 minutes 24 seconds But what if it was positive? No no, it isn’t.

2 minutes Dear god it’s positive.

1 minute 30 seconds You can’t be pregnant now, Thor literally just zapped off to Asgard for god knows how long.

1 minute 4 seconds It has to be negative, why is this time any different than the other 12 times?

56 seconds But what if?

39 seconds Could it have actually worked this time?

12 seconds Why can’t time move any faster!

6 seconds Please please just let it be positive

3 seconds It’s negative, you just know it

1 second Take a deep breath, it’ll do you no good if you pass out before you can read the test

Your ears were ringing so loud you didn’t hear the alarm go off but you flipped the test anyway. Your heart stopped.

Pregnant. And Thor was gone.

——————

The months seemed to crawl on but go by quickly at the same time. You documented everything you could, from ultrasound pictures to the size of your belly each week. The commemorative photo album Sam and Bucky had given you was already filled to the brim along with a shoe box you had found in the back of your closet.

Every morning you awoke, expecting to find your husband beside you, his blue eyes wide with surprise as he watched your growing belly, maybe even crying as your little one gave a powerful kick to his palm. But every morning, without fail, you woke up alone. 

You could only hope that he was somewhere safe, that he would come home to you in one piece, hopefully in time for the birth which was fast approaching. 

“Come on, time to get up.” You muttered to your stomach, laying a hand over the top and getting a soft punch from your little thunder as you had taken to calling them. With a great heave, you lifted yourself from the bed. 

Your stance was wide in order to accommodate the heft of your stomach. They rolled underneath your palm, obviously unhappy with the sudden movement. “Yeah I know but I can’t stay in bed all day.” Slowly, you made your way out of the bedroom, your gate becoming more of a waddle the longer you were on your feet.

Stupidly, the kitchen was a floor below your bedroom and you stubbornly remained in the master suite for the comfort of Thor’s fading scent. A tinkling of bells broke your concentration.

That was the door chime. Your head whipped to the front door, expecting Bucky to be walking through for his weekly checkup but instead, it was your very tired looking husband. His broad shoulders were slouched, his back hunched over like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

The usually bright silver of his armour was dull, his red cape slashed and coated with what you hoped was mud but was probably blood. His eyes were fixed on the ground as he toed off his boots, still mindful of your rule about dirty shoes on your nice floors. “Thor?” Your voice came out as more of a gasp.

A smile came over his face and he looked up at you, blue eyes meeting yours before they dropped to your very pregnant belly. His face dropped. “Whose is it?” He snarled, tone full of anger and hatred and a hint of disgust. 

“W-what are you talking about? This is our baby.” Your arms cradled your bump protectively, and for the first time in your life, you were scared of your husband.

Thor’s shoulders rolled back like he was getting ready for a fight. “No. That thing in your belly cannot be my child. So tell me whose it is.” Your sadness and fear suddenly burned away to a white hot rage.

“How dare you.” You hissed venomously. “Get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back until you come to your fucking senses.” His frown deepened but he made no move to leave, in fact he planted his feet.

“Whose is it?” 

“Leave.” Your hand slipped to the hidden compartment on the wall, fully intending to hit the panic button on the side of it. The threat of you trying to call for help, that you were truly terrified of the man who was supposed to be protecting you, seemed to break him from his trance.

“Fine but I walk out that door and you never see me again.” 

“Go please.” Tears lined your vision as the heartbreak began to set in. “Go.” Your voice was a mere whisper now, weak and soft. But he listened. With an almost dramatic spin, he left your home, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as the house was quiet again, you crumpled, just barely catching yourself on the stairs before spiraling into a fit of sobs.

——————

The battle had been long and fatal. So many had died on the fields before him. He felt like his skin was constantly coated in dried blood, the iron smell invading his senses during every waking moment. But more than that, Thor felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

He had left you behind in the most trying time of your relationship, a time when you needed all of his support and love. He knew you were struggling more than you let on, consumed by such a hatred for your body. He watched you slowly fall into yourself, your mind falling into a dark place that he couldn’t always bring you back from.

He had been gone for almost a year by his count, trapped on a distant planet surrounded by those who wished to kill him. He dreamt of you every night. Maybe the distance could reignite that passion you had at the beginning.

When Brunhilde told him that the war was over and that he could go home, Thor wasted no time. He abandoned his comrades immediately using Stormbreaker to bring him home.

Relief washed over him like a wave when he stepped back over the familiar threshold. His heart pounded with excitement as he removed his shoes but then he saw you and he shattered. There was no doubt you were pregnant.

He could sense it in his bones. But it could not have been his child in your womb, it had been too long since he had been gone. 

Rage infected his mind like a plague, destroying his rational mind which screamed at him that you would never betray him like that. His veins came to light with lightning as if he was about to go back into battle. 

He watched fear grow in the eyes he adored so much but he could not stop the words from escaping his mouth. 

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you with some man, tangled together in the heat of passion. Insecurity had been building like a wave within the god since the first negative test. He knew you were fertile, fuck he could smell it from across the house. But month after month, he failed.

Maybe a god was never supposed to have children with a human but he couldn’t give up, not when he loved you so much. You were the only person he could ever see having kids with so it broke him to come home and see you so perfectly, beautifully pregnant by another man.

So he ran, as far as he could. 

It didn’t surprise him that he found himself on Captain America’s doorstep. They had been kindred souls in their prime, two men with intertwined destinies. The door opened before he could knock. “Come on in, I’ll put on a pot of coffee.” Steve was much smaller but Thor supposed that came with aging. 

The house was quant, much like yours but the furniture and decorations were dated. Steve led him further into the domicile, directing him towards the kitchen. Thor mindlessly took a seat at the small breakfast nook, forcing his large body into one of the small stools.

Steve was quiet at first, simply going through the motions of making a pot of coffee for them both, letting him stew in his thoughts. Maybe he deserved it, after all so much of your relationship had been spent apart. He had left you alone for months at a time, it was only natural that you would find comfort in someone else.

“So, what happened?” He asked in a way like he already knew the answer. 

“Y/N’s pregnant.” He stated factually.

Steve nodded, taking a sip of his own coffee. “I heard, congratulations by the way.” Thor scowled at the younger man as his grip tightened on the mug, threatening to shatter the porcelain.

“How can you say that to me, that child isn’t mine.” Steve’s blue eyes narrowed harshly, both accentuating the wrinkles on his face and making him look decades younger. The silence spoke louder than any of his words ever could.

The anger, disappointment and genuine sadness in his eyes made the god look away. “I was gone for a year and when I returned, she was with child! What else was I meant to think, that somehow she became impregnated magically?” Steve’s grading eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Thor, you’ve only been gone six, maybe seven months.” The room became icy all of a sudden. 

“What.”

“That baby is yours and you just abandoned the mother of your child.” The wooden legs of his chair screamed against the laminate flooring as Thor suddenly stood. 

“No, no. I was gone for a year.” He insisted but his voice wavered, his confidence fading and the reality of what he had just done finally settling in. Steve’s gaze flicked to the wall behind Thor, his aged eyes focusing on something hanging there. Thor spun and his blood turned to ice.

It was the end of March. He had left at the beginning of September, the wind still carrying the warmth of summer but with the bitter bite of winter. Leaves still clung to the trees, their edges only barely fraying with oranges and reds. “It’s not possible.” He whispered as if trying to convince himself rather than the other man.

“We have lost time before, why is it so impossible to believe that it has happened again.” Steve said with a soft tone. Thor shook his head.

“What have I done?” Steve’s withered came to rest on his broad shoulder in a comforting touch.

“Hopefully nothing that can’t be undone.”

——————

The house was silent and dark, the warmth seemingly sucked out. A cool breeze blew through an open window in the dining room. “My love?” Like he had done hundreds of times before, Thor placed one foot in front of the other, avoiding the perpetually creaky floorboards.

Silence answered him. 

Fear gripped his heart tightly, a fist slowly closing around it, making his chest ache. “Y/N.” He was more firm now, needing to hear your voice even if it was just to scream at him and curse his name. He began to climb the stairs, his hand curling around the bannister, his knuckles turning pale with the force.

His foot slipped on something wet. Looking down, he expected the dark stain of blood on the hardwood but the liquid was clear, mucus-like. It smelt of birth.

——————

Sobs wracked your body almost painfully as you quickly fell into hysterics. Your hand clutched at the wall, barely holding on. You held our belly with your other hand, your little thunder spinning wildly beneath your palm. “It’s ok, it’s ok.” You chanted, admittedly more to yourself than your child.

Your vision started to swim as you struggled to fill your already compressed lungs through your gasping breaths. But you weren’t calming down, in fact, your stomach had begun to cramp and lightning shot up your back. 

“Oh fuck.” A sudden gush of liquid from between your legs solidified your theory. “This is the best time to go into labour.” You snarled. On shaky legs, you rose back to your feet, overly mindful of still being on the stairs. Quickly, you pressed the small panic button which would send an alert to both Bucky and Sam.

“Now you just stay in there for a while, you hear?” But you knew it was useless to try and convince them so slowly, carefully, you waddled down the rest of the stairs, admittedly taking a few minutes to catch your breath on each step.

Your chest ached painfully at the thought you had to do this alone, without your husband. But the look of absolute disgust on his face turned your heart to stone. With added determination, you reached your target, Thor’s armchair. 

The plush fabric was soft enough to cradle your incredibly sore body and let you sit up in a somewhat comfortable position that alleviated some pain. You could not allow your mind to wander, not now. Another cramp rolled through your stomach.

First, you get this parasite out of you and then you hunt down a god. 

By the time the two ex-Avengers burst through your front door, guns blazing, your contractions were barely minutes apart. “It’s time.” You gasped between bouts of pain. Sam acted first.

He helped you stand, supporting your weight in his arms as he guided you towards the open front door. When the pair of you reached the front steps, Bucky had taken off in a panic, ripping through the house to find your hospital bag and the carseat for the baby.

“Come on mama, only a few more steps and then you can rest.” He kept his voice calm as he guided you but another spark of pain made you scream.

“Shut the fuck up you star spangled bitch. Which one of us is having a 10 pound watermelon shot out of their cooter.” He looked at you with wide eyes, truly shocked by your vulgarity. “God Sam I’m so sorry. I- Jesus Fucking Christ!” You hunched over as another contraction slammed into you like a truck.

Your hand tightened around his to the point where he winced from the pain, but like the smart man he was, he kept his mouth shut. “Got the bag, let’s go!” The soldier sprinted past you in order to shove everything into Sam’s truck before he quickly wrapped a metal arm around your plump waist and hauled you forward.

“Bucky put me down! I can walk!”

“Not fast enough.” He said, anxiety obviously lacing his tone. You attempted to squirm from his hold but you quickly exhausted yourself and let him carry you to the car.

The rest of the trip was a blur of pain and shouting, but not only from you. Sam and Bucky also contributed to the insane amount of noise in the car. You were put in a private room in the back of the hospital considering that Captain America was your delivery partner, and given all of the best amenities but none of it helped when your little thunder decided to make their entrance.

After 13 hours of being in labour, Astrid Natalia Thorsdottir was born. 

“Jesus, why does she look so weird?” You glared at Bucky who had an incredibly puzzled look on his face as he watched your daughter settle to sleep in your arms. Sam smacked him upside the head for you.

“She was just pushed out of a very small hole, you’d look even worse if you went through the same thing.” And just like that, Sam was in your bad books again. 

“Will you two stop it? She’s absolutely perfect.” You smiled down at your little girl, gently stroking her chubby cheek with your finger. Her faint eyebrows scrunched but she remained asleep, completely milk drunk. Already, you could see her father in her face, the shape of her jaw, the startling blue of her eyes. 

God, it hurt so much. He abandoned you and yet he still haunted you in the form of something you craved so deeply. You could not stop the tears from gathering, slowly filling up behind your eyes. You couldn’t cry, please don’t cry. You begged yourself but it was of no use.

Arms wrapped tightly around Astrid, you grieved the relationship you had lost. How could he so easily believe that you would stray, break those vows you held so dear?  Your chest shook with silent sobs, jostling Astrid but she did not wake. A comforting hand touched your shoulder as Sam spoke up.

“What happened?” His voice was level if not a little soft, trying to comfort the blow of the question, or more likely, the answer. You shook your head, unable to tell them.

But Bucky, being the observant man he was, quickly came to his own conclusion. “Does it have anything to do with the fact that Thor’s shoes were by the front door but he wasn’t there and you never asked us to call him?” The hitch in your breath was the answer he was looking for. “What did he do?”

The room fell silent for a moment while both men stared at you intently. “He said Astrid wasn’t his.”

“Right, Sam, we’re going to kill a god today.” You sighed and grabbed Bucky’s wrist before he could even take one step forward. As much as you would love for them to defend you, it would probably result in not only a massive rift between the very few heroes left and leave the two of them in their own hospital beds.

“Please, not now. This is not the time nor place for any of that. I just have to pick myself up and move on, that’s it.”

“But-“ Bucky started but you cut him off with a glare.

“No, we deal with it later and like adults. Today is about her.” You gestured to your baby and his eyes softened.

“Fine but if he upsets you again, I’m not holding back. I will track him down and destroy that blond idiot.” 

“There is no need to track anyone down, I am already here.” Thor looked thoroughly embarrassed and heartbroken as he stood in the doorway. You could see that he was deliberately making himself smaller, like he always did when you were mad at him or he did something wrong, In this case, it was both. 

Bucky’s eyes met yours with a silent question, you shook your head. Stepping forward Sam blocked the god’s view of you and Astrid with his body. “I think you should leave.” Your chest warmed with how determined your friends were to protect you both but the part of you that loved your husband no matter what, screamed out to him.

Your voice was soft but all of them heard you. “It’s ok. Will you give us a minute? We need to talk.” Thor curled in on himself even more as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. Good, you wanted him to be ashamed of what he had done. 

Astrid shifted in your arms, a small cry escaping her lips so your attention was pulled away from the god and the soldiers, allowing the former to set such hateful glares on the man, he felt genuinely terrified. The pair of grey and brown eyes were alight with a fire he had never seen before, well more like he had never been on the receiving end.

But he would endure thousands of beatings and harsh glares if it meant he could be right back next to you again. He pleaded silently that they would let him pass.

Sam conceded first with a kiss to your temple and a cold look at Thor, he left. Bucky followed a few seconds after, shoulder checking the god with his metal arm as he passed. Thor barely moved but he got the message. 

“What’s her name?” Astrid was fully awake now, one of her arms waving about as she had partially escaped the wrap she was in. The smile that came over your face as you looked at her made Thor’s heart skip a beat.

Her small hand wrapped around your index finger when you placed it in front of her, her grip surprisingly tight for a baby only a few hours old. “Astrid.” You replied before you laid a small kiss to her soft forehead. 

Thor beamed internally. Maybe he still had a chance. “I’m sorry.” He said after a moment but you did not meet his gaze.

“You’ll have to do better than that. I cannot believe that you would think I cheated on you!” You hissed caused Thor to flinch.

“W-well I believed that I had been gone for a year-“ He tried to explain but you cut him off.

“And your first thought wasn’t ‘oh maybe I counted wrong’ but that I broke our vows? Do you know what that makes me think?” He shook his head, fear creeping through his veins. “It makes me think that you were so quick to jump on that thought because you cheated first.” 

“No! No! Never! Please believe me! I could never! I love you more than anything!” He sank to his knees, begging you to believe him. 

“Then why didn’t you believe me?”

“I don’t know.” Your heart dropped but you quickly steeled your face and tucked Astrid to your breast, shielding her from his view.

“Thor. If you can’t trust me enough to believe that I wouldn’t cheat on you then I don’t think this marriage can continue.” 

“No please!” He cried, his hands gripping at the bedspread in a desperate move. “I cannot be without you. I need you and Astrid please.”

The tears had returned in a tidal wave, streaming down your full cheeks and wetting the neck of your hospital gown. “Then why?”

His head dropped to the mattress as if he were in prayer. “Because I was scared. Scared that I could never give you children and that some other human man could. That you would leave me because of that. I couldn’t live with myself if I kept you from having the thing you have always desired.” His voice was muffled against the thick fabric but you heard him all the same.

“It is the one thing I am meant to do and I failed you.” His own tears were falling now, but he was too cowardly to let you see them, so he kept his head down. A squeak from your daughter forced you to look down on her.

She was gazing up at you with those big blue eyes you knew so well, the eyes you had fallen in love with from the first moment you saw them. You could already see her growing up before you. Her life was in your hands, how she was raised, who she was raised by, and all you could think was that she deserves to have her father around.

“I can’t forgive you, not now. It ripped me apart when you said all those things. I was waiting for you for months, so eager to have you back in my arms to begin this new chapter together but you destroyed that hope.” Thor’s fingers curled into the scratchy sheets as he prepared himself for your rejection and your anger, but it never came. “And yet, I can’t make myself walk away. I need you more than anyone I have ever needed before and I know that I couldn’t live with myself if Astrid and I stayed away.”

With that, Thor’s body sagged like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. His body trembled with relieved sobs. “But we need time and I think some counseling. We’ll be ok, I promise.” You cooed, prying your hand from Astrid’s grip to run it through his short hair. Thor nodded in agreement, not yet able to speak.

And that’s how Bucky found you hours later, Thor kneeling at your beside, your hand on his head and Astrid in your arms as you all slept, getting some much needed rest.

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What To Expect | Part Two: Case Closed

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Summary: When a missing woman from 17+ years ago is murdered, her daughter calls 9-1-1.

warnings: Canon typical violence, 911 calls, mentions of kidnapping, rape, murder, police raids, gun mentions. Pregnancy symptoms, pregnancy tests,

Featuring Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jearau, William LaMontagne, David Rossi

word count: 3.7K

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When her alarm goes off, she’s so ungodly tired, it’s as if she never slept. But she did. She had 8 hours of the freakiest, unprompted bad dreams that she’s ever had. She allows herself a couple minutes to lay in bed, eyes closed, soaking up the sun that was coming in through her blinds already. 

Luckily her work clothes were just a polo and jeans, noting too boring and easy as hell to get into when she was running late. She gets dressed, grabs her things, locks up her house and heads to work. She does stop for coffee, grabbing one for Colin on her way in as well, she really loved her job. 

She walks in with a smile, even though she just wants to yawn and sit back down. It was insane how tired she felt. 

“You good?” Colin notices, headset on and already on the job, he takes the coffee from her with a smile, “you look… nice?” 

She laughs, rolling her eyes softly, “thanks, I’m just exhausted.” 

“Well, buckle in,” he pats her shoulder, pointing her towards her desk, “cause it’s back-to-back calls so far and it’s only 9 am.” 

And then she’s on the clock.

—

It had been 3 weeks since he met Y/N, they’ve had 3 real dates, a few movie hang-outs and gone through 1 ovulation cycle together. Let’s just say, he’s a lot happier than normal. No longer needing his cane, he has a pep in his step that everyone notices. 

They’ve bugged him every day since the first date. It’s been evident that something good happened to him for quite some time, but he doesn’t admit it until today. With Hotch, because he has a good feeling about things. 

They agreed that they wouldn’t write up a co-parenting agreement until there was a child to take custody of, that being because Spencer thought it was bad luck. Planning for the future was the one sure way to ensure that it didn’t happen to him, this was the most important thing to happen to him, so he wasn’t going to chance it. 

After a mountain of morning paperwork and no new cases, he climbs the stairs to Hotch’s office and peaks his head in the door. 

“Hotch, can I ask you something?”

“What’s up?” He looks up from his desk, concerned probably because Spencer doesn’t often come to ask him for help unless it’s bad.

Spencer closes the door behind himself, wandering into his office and sitting in a chair across from him with a sigh. “Do you know any good family lawyers in the area?”

The concern on his face grows, his big brown eyes narrow on him and his brows furrow, “I do.”

“Erm, well, I need to write up some co-parenting agreement papers,” he can’t meet Aaron’s eyes as he says it. “So I need someone who’s good, and I figured you’d know, given everything…”

“Oh?” He’s just as shocked as Spencer suspected he’d be. “I didn’t know you were even seeing anyone?”

“I'm not— not really, me and a friend both want a kid so we’re starting the process of having a baby together,” he explains it differently than how it happened, for his own sanity. If Derek knew he met this woman online and had sex with her a few hours later, he’d never hear the end of it.

“April Clarke, I’ll pass your number on to her, she’ll be able to help,” he smiles, “I’m really happy for you, congratulations.” 

“We’re not pregnant yet,” it’s weird to even say it, “but soon, I’ll need to use some of my vacation days on appointments and things, and apply for paternity leave eventually, and she wants to meet all of you as well.”

“They’re going to be shocked to hear that you have a female friend they don’t know yet,” Hotch smiles.

He sighs, smiling slightly and pushing his long hair behind his ear, “I know, why do you think I’ve kept it to myself for 3 weeks?” 

“Penelope would probably throw a party just to meet her if you told them,” he offers up the idea, “it’s been a while since we’ve had a gathering.” 

“We’ll see,” Spencer stands up, straightening out his shirt as he does so, “I’ll let you get back to your paperwork.”

“Okay, and don’t worry, I won’t say anything until you do,” he assures him. 

“Thanks,” he gives him a nod before opening the door and returning to his desk.

— 

It starts with a simple question. 

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Depending on her luck, sometimes the answer was simple too. A fender bender, a broken arm at a playground, or a possible drunk driver on the highway thanks to some slight swerving… it was the things that had a quick answer that she favoured. 

Every once in a while she’d get one that was nowhere near simple. 

“Hi…” the voice is quiet, barely there, but the breathing that follows is heavy. 

“Hello? Is someone there?” 

There’s a sniffle and a shaky breath, “yeah. I um…I just don’t know what to call my emergency?”

“Okay,” that confuses her, she immediately flags down the floor manager, Colin, to assist, “do you want to maybe tell me what you’re going through and I can see how I can help you?”

“okay.” 

“Alright, well, I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” 

“Paige,” she starts to warm up to her. 

“Okay Paige, what’s going on?” 

“My dad lives in the up part, he only comes down to give us things, I’ve never seen the up part, my mom went with him the other day and I haven’t seen her since. So I came to the up part, and I remembered on the tv they said to call 9-1-1 if something bad happened.” 

As she’s listening, Y/N dispatches everything possible to the home she’s calling from. “Is it just you home? Do you have any siblings?” 

“I have 3 sisters, they’re down in our house.”

“And how old are you all?” 

“I’m 14, Sarah is 12, Olivia is 8 and Violet is 6.” 

They’re all so young. Her heart is breaking. “Do you know who the police are?” 

“Yeah?”

“I’ve sent some of my most trusted police friends to come over and help you, they’re going to look for your mom and make sure you’re okay. They’re about 8 minutes away,” she explains as best as possible. 

“And my sisters?” 

“And your sisters,” she agrees, “do you know what your mom's real name is?”

“Uh…” there’s a long pause. “No, I don’t think she’s ever told us, but dad sometimes called her Tilly.”

“That’s a good start for me,” she manages to smile, adding as much information to the report as possible. “Now when the police get there, it might be a little scary, can you take the phone with you down to wait with your sisters? Or is it attached to a cord?”

“It has a long curly thing attached to the wall,” she explains, it can probably reach down the stairs?” 

“Try it, go as far as you can and wait on the steps for help to—

“Oh no, no no no—

“What’s going on Paige?” 

“He’s back.” And the phone hangs up just like that.

“Shit,” Y/N whispers to herself. The whole conversation she kept thinking, she's so close to the FBI, Spencer should go help her. 

So she pulls out her phone, calls the number and waits. 

“Are you okay?” Spencer answers after half a ring. 

“No, there was a girl who I believe is the product of a kidnapper and a victim, she called 911 and said he hurt her mother, the address is close to you,”

“Send it, we’re on our way,” Spencer says, and she can hear him getting ready to rush out the door, and voices asking what’s going on. “There’s a murder and possible abduction happening down the road, 4 kids need help.” 

“Thank you,” Y/N whispers through the phone, “call me back when they’re safe? She hung up on me when he got home again.” 

“How far out are the cops?” 

“4 minutes, I sent 224-L16 first, he’s the closest,” she uses her dispatcher talk with him, knowing he’d understand.

“Sargent LaMontagne?” 

“Yep, he’s my best patrol officer,” Y/N has no idea how Spencer knows him. 

“That’s Henry’s dad,” she can hear his smile, and more questions from his side of the phone, voices she’s never heard before but are probably connected to names and stories Spencer’s shared with her. “I gotta go, but I’ll call you later.”

“Okay,” she lets him go. Hanging up and watching the monitor light up with a new call. 

She takes a deep breath and starts all over again, “911, what’s your emergency?” 

—

His day is mostly boring after that. 2 cups of coffee, a chocolate donut with sprinkles, 30 minutes of nerd talk with Penelope… it was just the usual. 

They were all gathering their coats, the end of the shift was coming up and they risked it all. Normally a call came in if they tried to leave early, they didn’t think they’d get one today. 

“So, anyone wants to get drinks later?” JJ asks, “I can find a babysitter.”

“I’m down,” Derek agrees, laying his coat over his shoulder and putting on his sunglasses. 

“Same,” Emily agrees.

That’s when Spencer’s phone rings. He sees it’s Y/N and he fears the worst, she would call while he’s at work, she normally texts. Not even a second passes and he answers, “are you okay?” 

Everyone stops and stares at him, listening in to his conversation and witnessing all the colour leave his face. 

“Send it, we’re on our way,” Spencer announces, rushing to the door. 

They’re all so confused, following his lead but confused as hell, Derek calls for Hotch, and Rossi comes running out too. 

“There’s a murder and possible abduction and murder happening down the road, 4 kids need help,” Spencer announces, and they all spring into action. Running out the double glass doors to the elevator. 

Keys are exchanged, coats are on, Hotch calls Penelope and all the information is relayed between her and dispatch. 

Once he hangs up, his phone goes into his pocket and the elevator has almost reached the garage level, “two questions… who was that and how do they know my boyfriend?” JJ asks. 

“Oh, my friend Y/N works at 9-1-1,” he looks over at Hotch, “she dispatched Will, but his ETA wasn’t enough, and we’re close.” 

“So let’s boogie,” Rossi hands his keys to Derek, Hotch has the other pair, they load the two SUVs and off they go. 

Bulletproof vests are handed between each other, they prepare for the worst, hope for the best and pray they find these girls unharmed. 

They roll up to the driveway just behind Will, all of them getting out and discharging their weapons. 

With a hushed voice, Will points to the bushes, “Derek, Emily, I want you to sneak around back, Hotch, Rossi and I will go to the door, Spencer and Jayj, you go in once we take him down and secure the kids.” 

“On it,” Spencer agrees, sneaking with JJ around to the edges of the porch, getting another angle for a possible shootout.  

Will knocks, Hotch stands behind him with his hand on his gun, under his suit jacket. When the door opens, it’s immediately shut in their face. Will places his foot in front of it, stopping it from fully closing, he pushes through and grabs the man by the cuff of his shirt, “Curtis Patricks?” 

“Y-yeah?” 

“Paige called us, care to tell us where you keep them locked up?” 

They’re shocked to see Will so in control, so different from the last takedown they all did together. The only difference in him now: he’s a father now, himself. 

He gives in, caught and frail, in his late 50s and tired of hiding for so long. He sighs and his shoulders drop, “basement door, by the landline.” 

He’s cuffed quickly, JJ and Spencer rush in and find the girls in the basement, huddled together in the corner, with the eldest in front.

The room is basically empty. Cement floors, pink insulation trapped between beams and captured by plastic. No drywall, exposed electricity, old tree trunks in the ceiling show how old the house truly is, Patricks must’ve lived here since he was born, with no planning to have 4 children, the woman he captured once lived here by herself.  

“Who are you?” The eldest, Page, asks.

“Y/N sent us,” Spencer smiles at her. “Did she tell you people were coming?” 

She nods, “she did… have you found our mom yet?” 

“Not yet sweetie,” JJ smiles at them. “We have officers arriving who are going to figure this out and get you some answers, until then do you want to come with us to the hospital? We need to make sure you’re doing okay.” 

“In the up part?” One of the younger ones looks perplexed, “we can’t go there.” 

“You can now,” Spencer kneels down to her level, “you’re going to love it. The air is so fresh, the sky is beautiful, there are so many things to explore and do. You’re going to have fun, I promise.” 

The eldest sighs, “alright, come on guys. Mom would want us to be taken care of.” 

“What about daddy?” Another asks. 

“He’s going to the police station to give them some help with finding your mom,” JJ lies as best as she can. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” 

The oldest one lets her siblings go first, they go up the stairs slowly with JJ behind them, Spencer just looks at her, “did you want to talk to Y/N again?”  

“Please?” 

“Come on,” Spencer places his hand on her shoulder and escorts her upstairs. He digs his phone from his pocket and calls Y/N as soon as he has service above ground again.

“Spencer, oh my god, are they safe? Did you get there in time?” 

“I did,” he smiles, watching Paige light up as she hears Y/N’s voice too. “Someone wants to talk to you.” 

“Y/N?” Paige grips the phone with two hands and holds it to her ear.

“Paige, I’m so happy to hear your voice,” she lets out a deep sigh, “you’re in good hands with Spencer, he’s probably going to have lots of questions for you soon and I promise, he’s a person you can trust.” 

“Can you be there when he asks them?” Paige looks up at Spencer, listening in to every word, he nods, “Spencer says it’s okay.” 

“I get off work soon, I’ll come right to Quantico,” she agrees. “Is there anything you need? Clean clothes or snacks for you and your sisters?” 

“Um… I’m not sure yet?” 

“They’re good for now,” Spencer answers for her, and Paige hands him the phone, “we’re going to the hospital actually, I’ll text you which one.” 

“Okay, get there safely, I’ll see you soon,” she smiles on the other end, he could hear her cheeks. 

“Bye,” he smiles back before hanging up. 

“Is she your wife?” 

He laughs, turning pink, “no, no, she’s not. Erm, let’s go find your sisters. You get to ride in an ambulance today.” 

When she gets in the ambulance, she embraces her sisters. Holding them close and telling them it was all going to be okay, they’d find their mom, they’d be safe, their dad can’t bother them anymore. He shuts the doors, assuring them that he’d meet them there with a smile, now it was his turn to answer questions. 

“Who was she?” Derek asks, chin lifting and pointing towards him, he smirks. 

“A new friend of mine.” 

“Girlfriend?” 

“No.”

“But you’re sleeping together?” 

Of course, he knows. 

“We are.” 

“Spence,” he shoves him in the shoulder, “I wanna know all about her.”

“You’re just in luck,” he pats Derek’s back and heads to the passenger seat of the SUV, “she’ll meet us at the hospital.” 

—

He warned her. 

In the 3 weeks, she’s known him, he’s told her many a time that his friends were heavily invested in his love life. Looking at him like a younger brother bringing a girl home for the first time, they were happy for him. That didn’t stop them from teasing him, however. 

She hugs him as soon as she sees him. That’s the first tell that they’re more than friends. They linger, holding each other tightly while whispering sweet welcomes. His hand stays on her lower back as she turns to his friends, “hi, it’s so nice to meet you all.” 

“It’s nice to know you’re real,” Emily smiles, reaching out her hand. “Emily, we’ve all been dying to know who’s made Spence so happy lately.” 

“It’s nice to finally put faces to all the names in his stories,” she smiles back, not surprised he’s been so cheery… especially after how lonely he said he was before her. 

She gets all of their names, they exchange small talk and they all ring true to the personalities Spencer has described. Derek is confident, he stands tall with a softness that makes him not only trustworthy but safe. Emily is just as witty, bubbly and sweet as ever, she can tell why Spencer describes her as a sister. 

Hotch is stoic, smiling softly like he knows more than he’s letting off and keeping to himself. JJ catches on to that, cuddling up to her boyfriend and smirking. She looks back and forth between Y/N and Spencer and nods to herself, approving in her own way. 

“Do you mind if I have a word with Y/N?” Hotch asks. 

“Yeah,” she answers for herself, leaving Spencer's side and following him down a corridor. 

“We found the mother's body,” is how he leads with it. She had a feeling that was going to be the outcome. “A social worker is on the way for the girls, they’re working on reaching out to Tilly’s family to see if they can be reunited.” 

“That’s wonderful, they deserve to have a good support system,” she agrees. 

“The only issue is figuring out who should tell them. The doctors wanted the social workers to do it because they’re trained to handle the grief, however, you are the first person Paige has come to trust in the real world, and I think she’d find the most comfort hearing it from you.” 

She tears up almost instantly, “no, no I can’t tell them that they’ve lost their mother. I… no?” 

“You’re completely allowed to back out, thats why I asked you alone,” Hotch smiles softly, “I didn’t want you to say yes just to please everyone.” 

She wipes her eyes quickly, shaking her head, “I would, but if I get this involved with 1 case, I’m going to want to follow up with all of my calls, and that wouldn’t be healthy.” 

“I completely understand,” he places a hand on her shoulder to assure her, looking into her eyes softly, he was just as Fatherly as Spencer described. “And can I just say, you made a great choice with Spencer, I hope everything works out.” 

“Thank you,” she smiles, “I do too…”

His hand stays on her arm, leading her back to where they were and she immediately returns to Spencer's side. Everyone else has left, it would seem, Spencer was the only one still there in that same corridor that she left them. Slightly upset still, wanting his embrace, she puts her arm around his waist and holds him in a half hug. 

“You okay?” He whispers into her hair, kissing the top of her head before pulling away. 

She nods, “just extremely tired… and I’ve cried like 6 times today. It’s fine, I just can’t wait to go home.” 

“They’re going out for drinks, we’ve been invited, but I’m not sure if you should have a drink…” he smirks. “Should we go home and take a test?” 

Her attention snaps right to him, her eyes grow 10 sizes, “you think?” 

He nods, smirking still, “let’s go.” 

—

It’s the longest 3 minutes of his life. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub beside his … he didn’t even really know what to call her. But they sat there, holding hands, waiting for the timer to ding before they look at the tests. They bought so many, planning on doing two tonight and more in the morning when she had better chances of testing positive, he couldn’t wait. 

This was the most nerve-racking and exciting moment of his entire life. 

The little egg timer buzzes, moving on the final countertop and bumping into the ceramic sink, making a terrible sound. Spencer grabs it quickly and as he does, he sees the two pink lines. 

He gasps, dropping the egg timer to the floor and covering his mouth. 

“No fucking way?!” She grabs both tests and holds them up, examining the fine pink line that would change their lives forever. 

“You’re pregnant,” Spencer whispered, pulling her into a hug, not caring that the two pee sticks were now touching the back of his shirt as they held each other. 

“We’re going to have a baby,” she cries, overjoyed, hormonal and beyond thankful. 

She pulls back enough to look at him, he stares into her glossy eyes, so incredibly enamoured by her, he wasn’t sure if it was this moment or all the others they’ve shared so far, catching up to him. All he knew was that he felt something for her that he’s never felt for another human being. A love that reached beyond anything he could label, she wasn’t just someone he wanted to have a baby with, she wasn’t just someone he could see spending the rest of his life with him, she was so much more. She’s everything to him. 

They both go in for a kiss at the same time, breathing each other in deeply, he soaks in all the affection he can get from her.

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[julieverne]

Maura had been acting odd all day. She wouldn't meet Jane's eyes, was more clipped and short than usual. Jane wondered what was upsetting her, but she was too focussed on the case to ask, especially not at work, especially not if Maura was, as Jane suspected, merely holding it together. But when she flinched away when Jane's hand touched her shoulder, Jane drew away, suddenly frightened. Maura was selective with touch, but even when they were fighting, she never once flinched away from Jane. Jane slunk away, hurt and confused.

-

Maura didn't seem uneasy as she followed Jane into her apartment, flopping next to Jane on the couch.

'What's up with you today?' Jane asked. 'You're jumpy, you ok?'

'I'm fine, Jane,' Maura said wearily. It had been a long case, with long hours. Jane reached over her for the remote, arm brushing against Maura's chest, followed by Jane's torso leaning over her. Maura let out a little whimper, and Jane looked up.

'You scared of me or summit?' Jane asked, trying to decipher Maura's expression. Maura was flushed, eyes closed, face screwed tight as though not looking at Jane would mean Jane couldn't see her. Jane rested her hand on Maura's thigh, pushing herself up and away to turn on the tv. 'Geez, Mau, what is up with you?'

'I'm ovulating,' Maura said quickly. 'Usually my hormone imbalances aren't so obvious, but my lack of sleep and increased age means my libidinous increase is a little more pronounced.'

'Oh,' Jane said, looking Maura over. 'You wanna go home and take care of yourself?' Jane asked. 'We can watch Kitchen Wars another night.'

'No, I'm fine.' Maura said, shaking her head, composing herself.

'If you're going to flinch every time I touch you, it's going to be a long night, and my feelings are going to get hurt. If it's that bad, just go. Call me later.'

'It doesn't mean I'm attracted to you,' Maura said, even though Jane hadn't mentioned that. 'It just means my brain thinks you're an acceptable mate, and my biological clock is aware that my fertile years are at their peak.'

'Acceptable?' Jane asked, coming back from the fridge with two beers. 'I'd like to think I'd do better than 'acceptable'.'

'Clearly you aren't,' Maura said. 'Look, it'll go away on its own. It's not a crush, it's just that my brain is trying to tell me that you'd be a good partner to get pregnant with. Which is -' Maura gestured between them 'incorrect. Biologically.'

'I'm not getting you pregnant,' Jane laughed.

'Maybe I should go,' Maura said ruefully. 'I've made it awkward.'

'Is it just me?' Jane asked casually, not looking away from the tv and Maura thought she was suspiciously calm. Usually Jane freaked out at the slightest suggestion that Maura might be attracted to her. Maura nodded, glad that Jane wasn't using this hormonal anomaly to humiliate her. 'You staying over?' Jane asked, and Maura shrugged. She'd been planning to, but it suddenly seemed like a bad idea. 'You want a shower?' Jane asked, and Maura blushed again, then slowly nodded. She knew what Jane was insinuating, knew Jane was being practical, knew it was nothing to be ashamed of. She slipped away to the bathroom.

-

Maura came out of the bedroom in a pair of Jane's flannels, hair down, looking significantly more relaxed than she had before. She sat back on the couch, picked up her beer, hoping Jane wouldn't say anything.

'Good shower?' Jane asked, smirking, and Maura rolled her eyes.

'Yes, that should tide me over for a few hours,' Maura said, and Jane was blushing this time, trying not to think of Maura in her shower. Jane reached over and touched Maura's hand, quantified when Maura didn't flinch.

'I think I'd make a good partner,' Jane said. 'I'm a catch. I got a good job, my own place.'

'But you're not attracted to me,' Maura said. 'So it's not worth discussing any further.'

'There are things I find attractive about you,' Jane said, turning Maura's hand in hers so she could hold it. 'That blush, for one.'

It was the first time Jane had admitted that she might have the capacity to be attracted to a woman, let alone Maura.

'You're not the first woman to find me attractive,' Jane continued in a tone that was supposed to be soothing but came across condescending. 'You just scared me, is all. I thought I'd hurt you, or scared you. If you're too turned on for me to touch you, you can just tell me. Don't let me worry, huh?'

'Do you think it's inappropriate for us to be touching so much at work?' Maura asked, a question she'd been meaning to ask for a while.

'I don't think it's inappropriate,' Jane said softly. 'What's really going on with you, huh?'

'It's just my hand,' Maura said looking down at their joined hands. 'And I just - uh - took care of business. I don't want to objectify you. I need my hand back.'

'What if I don't mind being objectified?' Jane asked.

'I'll take another shower,' Maura said quickly, trying to get to her feet but Jane pulled her back down, regardless of Maura's little whimper.

'It's ok,' Jane said. 'We're both single, right?'

Maura nodded uncertainly, unsure of where this was going.

'And I find you attractive, and you find me attractive,' Jane added.

'Jane...' Maura said, even more uncertain.

'Worst comes to worst, we figure out it's not for us. Best case scenario, you stop flinching when I touch you next month.'

'You're suggesting...'

'You're the one always saying I should experiment more.'

'But not with me,' Maura said indignantly.

'Well, there's no one else I'd experiment with, so... look, do you want this or not? You can say no, but then I'll need a shower too.'

Maura looked away, and then down, then nodded.

'Nothing to be ashamed about, Mau,' Jane said gently. 'You're always saying how much you appreciate exquisite long bones, it didn't take much to extrapolate the data.'

'LLBFFWB?' Maura asked.

'Huh?'

'Lifelong Best Friends Forever With Benefits?' Maura asked.

'Let's at least try the benefits first, huh?'

[bubble4u]

Im back on my bullshit

Idk technical terms

TW: dub con, pregnancy, cheating, home wrecking (it's taiju doing it)

OBGYN taiju loves his job

He gets to help many and see many miracles along the way. From babies to women seeking medical attention he's happy to be of assistance.

But, he won't lie his favorite part is helping those who are needed when it comes to fertility

You sit there alone waiting for you already hour late husband if it wasn't for the fact that this was the day where you'll be Intrauterine inseminated you'd shrug it off but today is super important. The nurse calls your name ready to weigh you, get your urine sample, and then have you strip off your bottoms. As you lay back you hear the door to the office open hoping it was your husband you looked to see the blue haired doctor whose been helping you through your journey.

Taiju smirks you were his favorite patient always ready and willing to try everything there is to have your own miracle but, unfortunately nothing stuck he knows it's not you he could only guess that husband of yours sperm is shit no problem he knows what to do and how to fix the situation.

You felt his big hands grip around your thighs making you face slightly heat up you were ovulating and right now taiju grabbing a hold of your thighs so he could prop your feet on the stirrups to have a good look inside lit a small fire inside you.

He could tell you were aroused your glistening wet cunt was becoming more and more wet he did a small inhale. He groaned at your scent fuck did he wanna have a taste he wiped the side of mouth the thought alone made him salivate. "So I told you to come back when youre at the peak of ovulation this is your last shot of having a baby" he looked over your open thighs seeing your worried face "there are other ways though.." you stared at the ceiling wondering what he meant "have yall tried maybe using someone else's sperm" you were wide eyed at the thought shaking your head.

You felt his finger trace along your wet folds "what will you do if this doesn't work" he asks you try not to think negatively but it's true what will you do if this doesn't work? Will you have to resort to someone else? You're sure both you and your husband were fine you two are young and healthy so it should work. "I can help" you felt like a record a scratched, you heard that right did your doctor just offer to - "your husband's sperm is shit" taiju rose from his stool heading towards the door locking it he turned facing towards you "I know you want a baby" you trembled at the thought it's not like you don't find him attractive how could you not you stalked his Instagram page. The workout videos, the after workout pics of him shirtless, you swore his body was gifted to him by god himself you'd be lying to yourself that every now and then when your husband is fucking you from behind you don't think of the blue haired doctor.

Taiju was ready to pounce and claim you as his plus he knew you liked looking at him he's not dumb you made the mistake of liking a picture and taking it back. On top of that he knew your husband was a big cheater with the multiple fake pages he made with different pics of different woman your husband was not only shit in bed but a shitty partner so in due time he'll slowly expose your husband you two already had each other's private number you'd always text him asking him for tips on what to do and try for conception. He made his way back towards your propped up lower half "your husband won't know plus there only 50/50 it'll look like me somewhat you could lie and say something like he has your father's nose and not mine"

You could feel the devil on your shoulder telling you do it that this opportunity only came once in a life time. You made direct eye contact with taiju nodding your head at his request.

Within minutes your knees were pushed to your ears, your mind was going blank, and your pussy was being pumped full of another load of heavy cum. You couldn't think the only thing that was being processed was taiju girthy cock abusing your pussy to no end every thrust he did your mind went more blank he kept hitting that spot that made you cum on an instant the protective paper underneath you was already wet and clumping up you've squirter too many times and yet you still couldn't get enough.

"Just one more " he groaned loudly pumping you more and more he's got enough cum to ensure you'll be pregnant "we need fuck to make sure it'll stick" he put his whole weight on top of you keeping your legs still pressed against your head "you know what this position is called" he slowed down a bit wanting to make this last one count for sure "it's called the mating press" he lowered his head towards your ear "I'm gonna fucking breed the shit outta you" he quickened his pace jack hammering his cock bullying your pussy that's swallowing him more and more tightening around him.

One pump

Two pump

Three

He shoved his dick inside keep still as his cum painted your insides placing his palm on your stomach pressing down making you whine loudly "see how deep I got" he rubbed your stomach lightly. He pulled put slowly but before you could get up he grabbed a hold of your thighs keeping you still in the same position you welped the stretch was starting to hurt "stop your whining it's to make sure it all stays in so relax" you nodded.

After several weeks and several fights

You showed up for your next check up doing the same procedures with the nurse only this time when taiju came in he had a big smile on his face. once again he locked the door behind him "I have some good news" he made his way behind you rubbing your still small stomach.

"You're pregnant"

@festive @novaresque @aasouthteranoswife @mianavs @danni-k @bontensucker

[roamwithahungryheart]

Today is my peak ovulation day so be prepared for me to be absolutely insufferable and insane in a cool and sexy way

[touyasdoll]

hi, it’s my first time sending an ask and I saw that your asks were open, so I hope that this is ok!! I was wondering if I could maybe be 🍄 anon?? And I just wanted to say that I love reading your fics and have been getting so much inspiration from them!! I hope you don’t mind me sending a little scenario ?? It’s kind of based off of your freaky Friday and and the real thing fics!!

so, the reader has been married to deku for awhile and he’s reached the peak of his career, he kinda wants to slow down a bit and start a family (cue my breeding kink lol). He’s out on patrol with bakugo and gets hit with a body switch quirk, they head back to izuku’s thinking it’ll be easier to explain it to y/n together. But as soon as the door opens you run to who you think is izu to give a big kiss, explaining you have a surprise for him between kisses, but he’s way more needy today pawing at your butt and wrapping your legs around his waist. Then ‘baku’ walks through the door and before he can explain ‘izu’ is like “wait deku I wanna know the princess’ little surprise for me” bc he’s had a crush on you since forever.

You explain that you’re ovulating, it’s your most fertile day and you’ve been waiting for this day for izu to breed you, he’s been so good and conserving his cum for you. Yall come up with a compromise and decide to let baku breed you while izu watches. And omg y/n’s so breedable. So soft and pillowy, so perfect, almost made to be a breeding bitch and swollen with kids. He gets so turned on when you call him daddy and the number one hero, creaming on his cock. Did deku know how lucky he was?? He’s spouting the most dirty shit, cumming into you multiple times while you’re ruined with overstimulation: “such a dirty cumslut that you needed your husband’s best friend to fuck a baby inside you”, “omg I’m gonna get you fucking pregnant on this cock, gonna look so good swollen with my babies”.

When you’re both spent and his balls dry, he holds you close to keep this dream alive for as long as possible until deku is taking care of you, and it’s a picture of what domestic bliss he could’ve had with you. He only wants one thing in return; “Hey deku, let’s make a deal, if I got your pretty lil wife pregnant, you’ve got to let me stuff her swollen cunt with my own body”

- 🍄 anon

(also sorry for the formatting, I’m on mobile)

Of course you can! And thank you so much 💕

I kept this on one purpose bc it just fucking gets to me oh my god I cannot I cannot I cannot. Bakugou cucking Deku just cjxhsbbsbdba AHH. Bakugou breeding us while he has to watch I—💀💀💀

This is my number one fucking weakness and I appreciate this so much. I’m legitimately weak over this idea.