#But yes be ready to see more strokes stuff

[ddlcpoly]

how Yuri and natsuki end up together?

*Natsuki is rummaging through the clubroom closet*

Natsuki: Fuck.

*Yuri noticing that Natsuki is having problems decides to check up on her*

Yuri: Um, Natsuki, what seems to be the issue?

*Natsuki turns towards her*

Natsuki: Oh, ugh, it's just that I can't find my copy of the first volume of Ouran Host Club.

Yuri: Is it the manga that a character in a pink suit and a bouquet of flowers for a cover?

Natsuki, confused: Uh, yeah, why?

Yuri: Didn't Sayori borrow it?

Natsuki: Oh, shit, yeah. I forgot. How come you know?

Yuri: Oh, uh, well you gave it to her a few days ago in front of everyone.

Natsuki: Oh yeah, I forget that you always see everything.

Yuri: O-Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude.

Natsuki: Wa-Wait, wait no. I didn't mean it like that, yo-you're just attentive. I guess.

Yuri: O-Oh, really?

Natsuki: Yeah. Sure. Like, I’m not good at the whole complementing thing, but yeah, I’ve seen how good you are at paying attention to stuff.

Yuri: O-Oh, thanks.

*A small awkward silence fills the closet they're in*

Natsuki: So um. Can I ask you something?

Yuri: Sure. What is it?

Natsuki, her face turning increasingly red: So like, um, we've been friends and stuff and like, you like girls and I also like girls, so, um, would you- uh.

*She looks up at her, Yuri looks surprised*

Natsuki: N-NEVERMIND! I'M GOING NOW.

*Natsuki adverts her eyes away from Yuri and starts speed walking towards the door*

Yuri: W-Wait. I-I uh, you. Can I? Uhhh. Pl-Please can I? J-Just wait a bit.

*Yuri grabs hold of her sleeve*

Yuri: I-I think I know what you were about to say? So you can just say, please.

Natsuki: Y-You knew?

Yuri: Wait, no I.

Natsuki: Wh-Why do you want me to say it outloud? So you can reject me?

*Natsuki's eyes start to water*

Natsuki: Are you going to make fun of the raging lesbian that couldn't keep it in her pants?Is that's it? Or is it that you want me to stroke your ego by saying the shit that I find so hot and amazing about you, is that wh-

*Yuri leans in towards her and plants a kiss right on her lips, a quick and nervous peck, one that both girls felt it lasted forever and yet ended way too early*

Natsuki: I-uh, What?

Yuri: I-I-I like you Natsuki, a-a lot. S-So could we go out? Please?

Natsuki, blushing furiously: I-UH, WHAT?

Yuri: It’s uh, I do mean this, I-I know that you have had issues with trusting people and I-I know that sometimes people are assholes that say things without meaning them, but please believe me when I say that there is nothing I am more certain about than my desire to go out with you. So please, c-c-could we?

Natsuki: YES!

*Yuri takes a tiny step back, startled*

Natsuki: I-I mean, um, s-sure, I think i-it’s worth a shot.

Yuri: …

Yuri: Ahahahaha.

*Yuri starts laughing uncontrollably. Natsuki looks at her with concern and worry.*

Yuri: Aha, I am, ahaha, I am sorry. It’s just that you are really cute, Natsuki.

Natsuki: Wha-what!? D-Don’t say that.

*Yuri calms down from her laughing fit and smiles lovingly at Natsuki*

Yuri: Um, sorry, I don’t know what came over me.

*A default phone notification sound comes from Yuri’s backpack.*

Yuri: Oh, sorry, it’s probably one of my moms.

*She quickly glances at her phone after taking it out of her backpack*

Yuri: Oh, it’s really late, I need to get going if I want to make it for dinner. I’m sorry I can’t stay, but I’ll see you tomorrow?

Natsuki, with her phone in her hand: Shit yeah, it’s late, my dad probably won’t like it if I take any longer.

*As they both get ready to leave, Natsuki gets an idea*

Natsuki: So, uh-

*She yanks Yuri by the collar swiftly lands a kiss on Yuri’s lips, savouring the moment now that she wasn’t caught off-guard and starts running towards the hallway*

Natsuki: See you tomorrow bae!

*Yuri looks on at where she once was in stunned delight*

[whosectype]

I wanted a set of Strokes themed wallpapers for my tablet so I made some :] feel free to use if you want!

[artinvain]

needy!reader x service top!abby

*ੈ✩‧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: :*₊˚ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ you’d been needy for so many consecutive days, climbing all over abby every chance you get, your mouth on her neck and cheeks and jaws and mouth every time she walks through the door. you’re constantly begging to feel her up, for her to fill you up.

so abby decided she’d start hard packing, she’d never been able to say no to you, giving you pleasure, seeing how you fall apart for her, it’s a feeling she’d die for before she’d let it go. the way your been guiding her fingers to your cunt, bucking into her face, begging for her strap, so now she’s on edge — excited, waiting for you to fawn over her so she could show you how ready she is for you. so ready to give you what you need, make you feel good.

and she knows you too well, when you wake up abby’s made pancakes and bacon and is sitting on the couch in her sweats waiting for you after you silently stuff your mouth and wash down with coffee like a grumpy morning goblin. abby watches over you with a smile and beckoning you over to the couch with a nod of her head. “good morning, sunshine,” she kisses your temple as you cuddle up into her side, her heavy arm creating a warm tender weight to your shoulders, her musk relaxing you. actually it also, it also made a heat rise up in your belly, your pussy still sensitive and sticky from when you work abby in the middle of the night so she could stuff you full of her fingers.

and when she rests her hand on your thigh, your legs draped over hers, you can’t help but lean into her neck, an embarrassing heat rising to your face at your being so needy. “abby?” you whine and she can’t help but chuckle, her eyes going from the tv to you,

“yes sweetheart?” abby answers even though her hand is already on the inside of your thigh, gently raking up your wetness as you huff into her neck and grip her should and forearm. “y’need me?” you nod your head, huffing quietly and biting her neck when she brings two of her fingers wet with her spit to your cunt and gently prod your entrance while she rubs your clit.

“been so needy f’me lately honey, fucking love it,” she groans, feeling your sweet wet pussy tightening and pulling her fingers in, your wetness already leaking from you, “mmh-shit you feel so good,” she grunts, her fingers sliding in to the hilt as she sighs and curls them into you, making you squeal and tighten your thighs around her hand. your hips start to circle and ride her fingers, huffing and sighing for —

“more, please,” you hum and abby handles you onto her lap, “c’mere honeybun,” abby hums pulling her dick free from her sweats. her fingers going into your mouth so she can make you taste yourself, and gag you on all four of her fingers, her other hand cupping the back of your head so she can guide it down on her fingers until you’re drooling about them.

“spit,” abby demands, her waiting wet hand waiting and as soon you to do she’s fisting her strap and kissing you, lining you up with her.

“come on, take what you need baby,” abby whines as you sink down on her, steadying yourself with your hands on her abs as she strokes your thighs. “yeah, take it baby, good girl,” your girlfriend cooes into your ear and feels you humping and bouncing on her.

“please touch me,” you gasp and abby’s hands are all over you, coming to tweak and tug at you nipples until your wailing, your fingers coming down to rub your clit,

“that’s it baby, cum for me, wanna feel you cum around me,” abby grunts her arm wrapped around your hips, keeping you still as she bucks up into you, hard and deep slow thrusts that rub on your gspot and have you cumming around her.

I’m so needy for this bitch ohmmygod

🏷️ @lesbian-useless @iamaboringrattat @bimboprincezz @sexysapphicshopowner @sapphicsgirl

[thetxtdevil]

This blog has become a thought dump page and you're going to deal with it

Ok ok ok,,, listennnn Fox Hybrid!Yeonjun

mdni - some smutty stuff, hybrids duh, biting duh, mating DUH

Its cliché but my mind is thinking, stray wild fox starved and lonely somehow how finds himself in the edges of a town, your town ofc. Just as he peeps through the trees he sees you on your daily walks and oh my does he think you're beautiful and *ahem* scrumptious. Fox!Yeonjun takes a few days to work up the courage to step out of the woods to finally stalk towards you, I mean, meet you.

You're walking and right when you were about to put your earbuds in you hear foot steps behind you. You turn around thinking someone is there but there is no one. You shake your head at your curiosity to turn back around to bump into the fox.

Dirty, is the only thing you can think of, you're frightened but god he’s dirty af. His orange hair is more of a brown dusty color, clothes ripped and not his size, but his eyes, his big brown yet predatory eyes have you melting. He needs a home. That night you bathed him and Yeonjun was basically purring to you.

And thats how you ended up with a fox hybrid in your house. Well, sorta, see foxes are independent, so Yeonjun liked to escape your cozy home and go back into the wild. Adaptable and very observant it wasn't hard to find his way back to you. He'd come every other day bringing back meat he hunted for, you two cook a meal together, and ofc another bath only from you bc he says he doesn't know how to do it himself :))

By the end of winter your seasonal depression is itching to go back outside for your walks. You hoped to see your handsome fox as it had been some time since you've seen jjun. You watch as the spots of snow melts into the green grass, the wind was brisk but bearable, crisp to breathe in. While walking you jolt, a tickle on your skin when you feel something brush against you. You look to your left to get a flash of a white tip of an orange tail, looking to your right you see Yeonjun, your handsome fox. He was very vocal today, talking about everything and anything, even singing a few times. He liked how you had evident heart eyes every time he sang.

You two end up back at your house ready to do your usual, give him a bath. But something felt different, usually jjun would be jumping off the walls for his special treatment but this time he was right next to you, holding your hand leading you to your bathtub. Bending down to turn the faucet on, you could sense the fox right behind you. Straightening your posture you're not surprised to feel his arms around your waist as he tends to be cuddly, but you are surprised by his abundant neck kisses and the hardon poking your back. One thing leads to another and now you're both naked and in the bathtub.

Yes, you knew all the times Yeonjun creeped on you before he introduced himself, you're not dumb, but you never felt unsafe with him. The fox is gorgeous, a flirt, a smooth talker, but he had a playful and caring nature that made you feel like he was another home at home. So his need for mating you felt natural, good even. Letting him leave a bunch of love bites all over your skin as you ride him. You two giggling at the waves of the bath water, but all giggles were put aside when you stroke his fluffy orange tail awakening his feral side, having him thrust up into you so much that the water floods the whole bathroom floor. Your hands in his hair then reaches up to his pointy ears holding them for dear life. Panting, moaning, overwhelmed by his force, yet you take time to admire Yeonjun's pretty features as they contort by the feeling of you.

And yeah so, after that you had to clean each other up again. Yeonjun becomes very protective after mating you. Never leaving your side, gets a little frustrated when your don't go to bed right away. Fox!Yeonjun just wants to stay up on guard as you get your beauty sleep. And foxes tend to have one mate for life, but you don't need to know that....

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

taglist: @naoristerling, @inkigayocamman

[coolyiooo]

BSD Men Begging/ Desperate To F*ck You

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: biting, SMUT, MDNI, moaning, ,degrading, praise, public, quickie, groaning, whimpering, choking, over stimulation, begging, crying, masturbating, breeding kink, blowjob, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

It was lunch time at the ADA. You and Dazai had the whole office to yourselves and right when everyone left, Dazai almost instantly threw himself on you.

The whole day all he could think about was you and nothing else. He's never felt this desperate and he doesn't know why, but all he knows is that he has to be inside you.

Without even greeting you with a hi, hello, how are you. He picked you up, laid you on your desk, kissing your neck and grinding his hips against you.

Startled, you asked " 'Samu what are you doing? We're still at work! Can't you wait till we get home?"

He bit your neck, making you yelp " I can't wait. I need you right here and now, Bella. All I've been thinking about is making you mine. Please I'll be quick, I promise" he begged while unbuttoning your shirt

You weren't sure if you should do it in the office where anybody could walk in at anytime, but you've never heard him beg like this nor be so desperate, it was making you flustered.

"F-fine, but you better be quick" He immediately unbutton his pants and slid your pants off, getting straight to the point.

He slid his fingers inside you fast, getting you ready to be stretched out by him. You moaned in surprise, and held him tightly from his fast fingers.

In a few minutes when he knew you were ready, he plunged his cock inside you, Both of you moaning.

He was shuddering from the warm feeling. He's been waiting for what seems like forever. Right away he thrusted into you at a fast pace, rocking the desk against the other desk loudly.

He was whimpering and moaning more than usual. He held onto your hips more tightly than ever, like you were gonna leave any second. He could feel himself already reaching his release, he really was so desperate for you.

"Mph- Mmn~ so good ah~! So fucking good~! Your so tight ah~ 'm gonna cum already~!"His eyes were shut tight and his eyebrows furrowed.

He would look like he was in pain if he wasn't moaning and whimpering so much. A bit of Drool was coming from the side of his mouth

When he opened his eyes, they looked like he's in heaven, like he's seeing stars. He looks down to where your both connected.

He can see his cock being drenched in your fluids and how your cunt consumes his shaft so hungrily. You could feel him throbbing inside you aggressively.

His head falls all the way back with his eyes closed "Yes~ I'm gonna cum! fuck, I've been waiting for this~ please, can I cum inside? Mmn~! I have to please, Bella~"

How could you say no when he's begging to you in whimpers? "Yes mmn~! cum inside me~" you moaned, clenching your hands on his shoulders.

He goes in and out of you at a desperate, sloppy pace. He really feels how your warm, wet pussy strokes his cock so perfectly.

He finds himself at his limit and shoots his hot cum deep inside your quivering cunt. Moaning so loudly as if he was screaming, forgetting that you were at a public place. Seeing him so desperate and pathetic made you cum with him.

Both of you twitching aggressively and being in pure bliss.You started calming down from your high's and catching y'all's breath. Your body still slightly twitching, when suddenly, Dazai rams his cock in and out of you at a fast pase.

Making you moan and dig your nails into his shoulder " 'S-Samu! Aah~!" You moaned

He whimpers out loud " 'm need more~ I can't stop moving- MNN~! I need to cum more~ your so irresistible ah~! Take responsibility Bella~"

💚RANPO💚

You had just came back from work to your shared apartment with Ranpo, putting your stuff on the table and taking off your shoes.

You wanted to go greet your boyfriend, so you walked to the bedroom, but then you started to hear lewd noises. You heard moaning and whimpering coming from the bedroom and all you could think about was 'is he... cheating on me?'.

With the thought in your head you barged in the room, about to cuss and scream at him, but all you saw was Ranpo and his hand on his cock. Ranpo looked at you with wide eyes, in shock and also embarrassment, his cheeks blushing red.

You both stared at each other in silence, then you heard Ranpo whimper as he began to stroke himself in front of you. He laid his head on the pillow as he let out loud, exaggerated moans as he stroke himself roughly.

"Ah~! Well don't just stand there and stare at me, sugar~ mmn~ I needed you all day and couldn't wait- Mmn~! Please help me~"

The sight and noises he brought to you was making you so wet, now he's got you needy too. You took off your clothes and got on top of him, taking his hand off his cock, and kissing him with full of lust, earning a satisfied sigh from Ranpo.

While you and Ranpo were kissing each other aggressively, he forced your hips to grind on his twitching cock, making him whimper. You could feel his cock rub against your clit, getting you wet and ready for him.

"Please~ I have to be inside you Mmn~ I can't take it anymore, sugar~"

Your body moved on its own and sank your hips onto his cock, both of you moaning from the intense pleasure. You began to jump on his cock at a fast pase, his hands gripping on to your thighs as he whimpered loudly.

"So good~! Just like that, sugar~ don't stop- AH~! MNN~ I want to cum so bad ah~ please don't stop~"

You could feel his cock throbbing aggressively inside you, only making you feel better and tightening around him.

"Yeah, sugar mmn~ oh yes~ yes, yes, yes! faster, sugar~"

He starts to thrust his hips upwards, to get more friction and to meet his climax, but for you he only reached deeper inside of you. Both of you moaned louder from the euphoric feeling and soon found yourselves at you limits.

Ranpo whimpered loudly as he shoots his cum In you, his eyes tight shut and back arching, his legs and hands trembling from his orgasm. You came with him, seeing stars and your cunt twitching on him.

As you were catching your breath he lazily thrusted his hips upwards again. You gasped in surprise when you could feel him getting hard again.

"More~ please more, sugar~ your so addicting~ please make me cum more~ don't stop~!"

💜FYODOR💜

You were talking to Nikolai, when suddenly, Fyodor opens the door abruptly. The loud noise startled you and Nikolai, but when you saw Fyodor coming towards you at a fast pase, it got you nervous.

Before you can say anything, he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to where ever he was going, making you almost trip. "F-Fedya, is everything ok?"

You look back at Nikolai who was smirking and raising his shoulders like he's saying 'i don't know'

Fyodor takes you to your bedroom and immediately starts to aggressively make out with you, slamming your back against the wall.

You were definitely taken aback, but you weren't complaining and gave into the kiss. Fyodor held your body passionately yet tightly, groaning into the kiss. You pulled away from the kiss, worried since this isn't usually how he'd act

"Fedya, is something wrong?"

He was breathing a bit heavily. He held your chin with two of his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes "Is it so wrong of me to want my love?"

He brought his lips to your neck "To touch.. to kiss.. to feel... To make love to? " He said kissing against your skin

He pulled himself away from your neck and tilted his head, looking at your eyes "get on your knees, moya lyubov" he said in a demanding yet quiet voice

You gulped and followed his orders, his dominance already making you wet. He pulled down his pants to reveal his desperate cock. He held the side of your head, looking down on you "suck, my dear"

You kissed and licked his cock, making him whimper quietly. You've never heard him whimper before, and it turned you on.

You welcomed his cock into your warm,sticky mouth. Going at a steady pase, but Fyodor held the back on your head and forced your head to deep throat him, startling and choking you. You instinctively put your hands on his thighs to hold yourself.

He tried to hide his moans and whimpers, but failed and let them out, making you so wet and aroused. You moaned on his cock, still choking on him, as tears ran down your cheeks. Seeing you become a mess in a short amount of time turned him on so much.

"MNN~! F-fuck~ your such a slut for my cock, my love~ your doing so well Aghh~! It hasn't even been five minutes- mph~!"

He fucks your mouth like it was your cunt and quickly found his climax, cumming deep down your throat. He shut his eyes closed, trying so hard to silence his whimper, but it felt so fucking good that he let it out. My god was his whimper so incomparable to every song you've ever heard. You almost came on the spot.

You swallowed every bit of his sticky cum "that's it. Swallow it, Myshka~" When he was done, he pulled his cock out of you. Giving you a chance to finally breath, coughing from the lack of oxygen.

He lifted your body up and raised one of your legs around his waist. Before you could process what was happening, he thrusted his cock in and out of you quickly. Both of you moaning from the sweet sensation.

You came immediately on his dick, already being so aroused when sucking him off.

"My, my, desperate, moya lyubov-? Mnn~! I want to fill you up so much as if I'm going to impregnate you~ hah~! I know you love your insides being claimed by me, Myshka~ don't act like you don't like it"

💙ATSUSHI💙

The second you got home to your shared apartment with Atsushi. He kissed your lips full of lust and passion. You were surprised, but of course you gave in.

You Wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, earning a moan from Atsushi. He pulls away from your lips and kisses your collarbone instead

"I need you so bad y/n~ P-please help me cum. I dont think I can hold on much longer~" he said in between kisses. The tone in his voice showed some embarrassment.

You responded to his request with a desperate kiss on the lips. Both of you moving towards the main room. Your body soon found itself laying on the couch and in between your legs was Atsushi.

His hands were gripping on your waist. He pulls away from your lips and pulls your pants down in a swift movement. As he sits up. He brings your hips to his face, putting your legs around his neck and right away starts eating you out.

You moaned out loud while, as fast as he can, makes you wet. You gripped on the couch cushions from the amazing feeling, his moans sending vibrations to your cunt and his tongue tasting every bit of your delicious pussy.

When Atsushi thought you're ready, he lowers your hips on his lap and straight away thrusts his throbbing cock inside you, moaning in satisfaction. You came right from the contact, since you were aroused from him eating you out, and Whimpered loudly.

He let you adjust to his size for a few seconds and roughly fucked your cunt. He went in and out of you at an inhuman speed, making the couch move and both of you moaning.

"F-fuck~! Mmn~! So g-g-good~! Can't t-think! Mmn~ Ah~! More~ faster~! Please y/n I'm so close hah~" he whimpered as his hands on your hips helped him go even faster.

You arch your back, almost going into overstimulation, while he presses one of his hands on your stomach. He could feel his dick sliding in and out of you and it turned him on so much. Knowing how he made you feel so good that you couldn't even form sentences also made him go over the edge.

"G-god your so fucking perfect~ Mmn~ g-gonna.. gonna cum~!" He moans before he squirts his cum into your womb with a deep thrust, making you cum with him.

Both of you whimper and grab a hold onto each other. He left his dick deep inside you while he was cumming. In a few seconds, he began to ram into your sensitive cunt again. His cock still shooting cum and only getting harder.

You moan In surprise "A-Atsushi~! W-wait- MMN~ TOO MUCH"

He whimpers loudly "Cant stop~ feels too good! Ah~ please~ I need you so bad mph- let me cum inside you more please MNN~ I want to rub inside you more~ f-fuck! you feel like heaven~"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were quietly reading your book on the couch, when unexpectedly, Chuuya threw your book away from you.

You were confused and about to yell at him for throwing your book, but before you could say anything, he slammed his lips onto yours and kissed you.

His hands on your cheek and waist, this sudden affection making you fold into the kiss. You pulled him by the collar to bring his body more towards yours.

"I want you so much, doll~ please let me fuck you into oblivion~" he said before moving his lips to your neck.

You chuckled as you held the back of his head "You don't even have to ask, Chuuya."

He instantly laid your back on the couch and got in-between your legs, ripping your clothes off. His hand slowly moved down to your cunt just to find out you were already wet

"Heh seems like I'm not the only one desperate" you look away a bit embarrassed as he chuckles

"I think your already ready for me, doll~" he aligns his cock to your entrance and slowly slides his cock inside of you.

You and him moan from the connection and pleasure. He couldn't wait to make your body adjust to his size and immediately fucks your cunt at a fast speed.

You moan loudly as your pussy tightens around his cock, making him whimper.

"I wont stop until your covered in my cum Hah~!.. Till I fill you up with every drop mmn~ Until you've taste it.. Until every inch of you is claimed by me~" he moans

After hearing those words. You wrapped you legs around him, making him go inside you deeper, and tighten more around his cock.

He chuckled while groaning "F-fuck~ You like hearing that you little slut? Agh~ Your just my cum dumpster aren't you? F-fucking s-shit! Your trying to drain all of my cum aren't ya? AH~! Heh not like I'm complaining.. not one bit!"

You turned him on so much that you could see a bulge poking out on your stomach, created by his hard dick. You loved how desperate he was to be inside you, how he wanted to claim you so badly.

With one final, deep thrust, he cums inside your gummy walls, allowing you to cum on his cock. His head fell back with his mouth agape, eyebrows furrowed, and a loud whimper to escape.

Before he could finish cumming, he pulled out and stroke his cock with his hand to cum on your stomach. Seeing your whole body quiver from your orgasm made him able to cum more.

Both of you were now catching your breaths. After what felt like a minute and finally being able to breath normally.

Chuuya touched the cum he left on your stomach and brought it to your mouth, sticking his fingers inside it. You could taste his bitter cum on your tongue as you sucked on his fingers.

He smirks "Such a good little slut~ Cleaning the mess you made me do." He chuckles in amusement

"God, your so sexy. You make me want to go another round"

[tpwk-formula1]

Hi, i hope you’re doing well :) Can i order sicilian crust with alfredo sauce. For the toppings can i have red peppers, mushrooms, feta cheese, roasted artichokes, bbq chicken, sun dried and tomatoes. To drink i will have water, dr.pepper, and truly with dessert and lewis hamilton please and thank you so much💋💋💋

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

sicilian dating Alfredo sweet sex red peppers “No. Go change” mushrooms "Wrong, wanna try again" feta “God, I love watching your makeup get ruined�� roasted artichokes “im gonna put a baby in you” bbq chicken “Gonna let me cum in you? I know you wanna have my baby” sundried tomatoes "Gonna look so pretty pregnant" tomatoes "Do you enjoy pissing me off?" water breeding kink dr pepper dirty talk truly belly bulge dessert yes served by Lewis Hamilton

Lewis x longtime GF! reader

TW - riding, unprotected sex, breeding kink, missionary, dirty panties

WC 1200+

Y/N POV

"Love, is this okay?" I ask for a second time tonight. Lewis and I were gonna be going to a post-season party now that everyone was back in Monaco and wanted to celebrate the end of another great season.

“No. Go change” Lewis tells me roughly making me groan and roll my eyes.

"Baby, what is wrong with this one?" I ask softly while approaching him. The first outfit I came out in was just my lingerie wanting to tease Lewis but this was what I had been planning to wear and I was a bit confused as to why he was saying no.

"Doesn't match my outfit," Lewis tells me softly making me laugh and shake my head.

"So glad it was because the color of my dress was wrong and not you becoming an insecure man worried about my legs showing," I tell him softly making him scoff jokingly before we both break into a small fit of laughter.

"Never that, can I pick," Lewis asks with a boyish glint in his eye making me smile softly and nod my head yes. Lewis softly pushes me off his lap before we both make our way into our large shared closet where he instantly starts looking for a dress that would match his outfit.

"How about this?" Lewis asked softly while holding up a light blue dress with a deep V neckline that showed off my tits and curves perfecting. It was one of Lewis's favorite dresses I have ever owned so I'm not in the least bit surprised.

"I don't know. I feel like it shows too much skin," I tell Lewis softly while walking over to the other side of my closet where I pull out a dress in the same shade of blue but a bit more modest making Lewis's face turn upwards in disgust.

"Do you enjoy pissing me off?" Lewis says almost in a joking manner.

"I picked this one 'cause I wanna show you off tonight," Lewis explains softly making me smile and nod my head.

"Fine, only because we are celebrating you and your final season with Mercedes coming to an end," I tell him softly while slipping off the first dress I had on and letting Lewis help me into the dress he had picked.

When Lewis had the dress all the way zipped up we both walked over to the full-length mirror where we both looked into it and smiled.

"God, you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen," Lewis groans softly making me smile.

"You really know your stuff," I joke while stroking my hands down my dress making sure it's laying on my body just right.

"We leave in 30 minutes, are you all ready?" Lewis asked softly while still longuing in just his boxers knowing he will only need a couple of minutes to throw his outfit on.

"Ya, just need to put my lipstick on," I tell him softly while making my way to where he was sitting on the bed before crawling into his laps.

"30 minutes is enough time to let me ride you," I saw with a smirk making Lewis groan and helps rut my hips into his hardening cock.

"Fuck, you little minx," Lewis says with a smirk making me whimper and pull off the dress Lewis had just helped me pick out.

Once I'm down into just my thong I feel Lewis pull his hard cock out of his boxers making me whimper when I see how hard he already is.

"Go on," Lewis says with a smirk while rubbing a few fingers through my soaked folds making me whimper as I situate myself over his cock before sinking down slowly.

"Oh god," I whimper once Lewis is fully seated in my pussy. I start rocking my hips trying to stretch myself as much as possible on Lewis's cock before I start bouncing.

“Gonna let me cum in you? I know you wanna have my baby,” Lewis groaned out making me whimper and nod my head.

"Yes cum in me tonight Lewis, please," I beg bouncing faster trying to hit all the right stops before Lewis roughly flips us over so I am now on my back letting Lewis fuck into me making me whimper.

"Fuck, I can see you in me," I gasp when I look down and notice Lewis's cock is creating a bulge in my stomach everytime he pushes in.

"Soon, instead of my cock giving you a bump it's gonna be my babies," Lewis groan speeding up his actions making me cry out when i feel his fingers on my clit.

"Oh god, it's too much," I gasp through tears pouring down my face making Lewis smirk at the sight.

“God, I love watching your makeup get ruined,” Lewis comments when he sees my tears starting to streak my mascara.

"Fuck Lewis, slow down a bit," I groan which only makes Lewis speed up sending me into a quick and powerful orgasm.

"Oh god," I cry out as Lewis continued fucking me through my first orgasm of the night.

"Lewis, hurry I have to fix my makeup," I whine when I notice he is in no way slowing down.

"Wrong, wanna try again," Lewis groans when he hears the mention of my makeup being fixed.

"Just take it off then. I'm not done with this sweet little pussy," Lewis continues making my head spin from all the pleasure.

"Lew, I feel like I might cum again," I whine out making Lewis speed up his thrust a bit.

"Fuck I'm gonna put a baby in you," Lewis groans when he can feel himself getting close to the edge as well.

"Cum with me," Lewis says roughly before he starts spilling his seed deep into my pussy sending me into another screaming orgasm. Once Lewis helps the both of us ride out our orgasm he quickly moves my thong back into place to capture as much of his cum as possible.

"Don't you fucking dare change those! Want you to feel my cum all night, remind you that you're mine," Lewis tells me while leaning down and kissing my lips before finding my discarded dress on the ground and helping me back into it before I head into the bathroom to see the damage done on my makeup.

It wasn't the worst it could have been but it could be better. I quickly touch up my makeup slightly keeping some smudge mascara around my eyes. To anyone that wasn't Lewis and I they would assume I was going for a smoked-out eyeliner look but Lewis and I would know the truth that it came from crying while he filled up my pussy.

"Gonna look so pretty pregnant," Lewis said softly while coming into the bathroom and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You think it's only gonna take one time," I tease with a raised brow.

"Oh don't worry I'm gonna fill that pussy up every day until I see a positive test," Lewis said with a smirk making me laugh lightly.

"When we get home can we have a serious conversation about this. I don't wanna get my hopes up if you're not serious," I tell Lewis softly making him smile and nod his head.

"well, to ease your mind I am very serious. I will be the father of your children and you're the only woman worthy to carry on the Hamilton legacy. But yes we can have a conversation tonight," Lewis tells me softly pulling me in for a quick kiss before we got a call letting us know our driver was here.

[3verythingiknowaboutlove]

yeehaw

how spencer convinces reader to stay in rather than go out

MDNI | suggestive fluff!

word count: 1217

warnings & tags & stuff: fem!reader, def some nsfw descriptions of spence, all around suggestiveness, fade to black

author's note: second piece of writing yayy!!! this was originally gonna be smut but i got scared lol. anyway please lemme know your thoughts im DYING to improve. sooo yes i hope you have a wonderful day and here this is ig! 😚

Sitting alone in your room, you tugged on a pair of never-before worn cowboy boots. They were most definitely not broken in, and you knew you were in for an uncomfortable night of baby blisters on the bottoms of your feet. However, life is full of compromises, and these were too cute to pass on.

Especially for a night of line dancing with your boyfriend’s coworkers. Who knew that FBI agents got down like that?

You stand and plug in your earbuds, choosing to absolutely blast ‘Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’ by Taylor Swift. Also known as the only tolerable country music.

Dancing out to the kitchen, you wrap your arms around your lovely boyfriend who was preparing a cup of tea, absolutely not dressed for a night of country conviviality. Spencer looks you up and down, a teasing smile playing on his face.

“Hey cowgirl,” he says, gently removing your earbuds. “Penelope has been texting me on average every 10 minutes about how excited she is for tonight. I hope you’re ready.”

“Oh god,” you laugh. “I wish you were coming too.”

“I know. But that sounds awful,” he says in his matter-of-fact way. “Hey, I do have something for you,” he mentions. You look up at him, and he runs quickly upstairs to grab his bag. He comes down and brandishes his very own cowboy hat. “From the times Penelope didn’t have you to drag along with her and I was her chosen victim.”

“For me?” You ask excitedly. He puts it on you. Although it’s a little big, it 100% completes the look. You look up at him. “Think I would make a good cowgirl?” He peers down at you, trying to tell if you’re joking.

“No,” He goes the serious route and you furrow your brow at him. “You hate the dirt. And the heat,” he explains, emphatically defending himself.

“I guess you’re right. I don’t really do well with horses either,” you murmur.

“You do make a cute cowgirl for the night though, even if it’s not your true calling.” He ruffles your hat.

“Yeah?” You smile. “It’s not too much with both the boots and the hat?”

Spencer blinks.

“Have you met Penelope? She always has a lot going on. More than this.”

You giggle.

“They’ll all adore you, JJ, Emily,” he reassures, stroking the side of your waist.

You had known Penelope for a few months, ever since you started dating Spencer. But you had yet to meet the rest of the girls on his team. You were definitely excited, they seemed really cool. But you were definitely also nervous.

Spencer, jarring you from your thoughts, whips out his very outdated phone that he somehow still manages to operate, and opens the camera.

“Smile.” You do so, showing off all your teeth. You move to look at the picture, and Spencer tilts the screen toward you. “See? Adorable.”

You stand on your tippy toes for a kiss, and he complies quickly. A little too quickly to not have any meaning behind it. Your eyes flit down, and you notice a slight bulge in Spencer’s pants that wasn’t there a few minutes ago.

You raised your eyebrows and looked up at him. “Can I convince you to stay?” He whispers, half smiling. You tilt your head.

“Maybe” you say shyly.

“What if I told you that the chances are slim to none that you are actually going to line dance tonight? Penelope and JJ always end up sitting at the bar, and Emily always gives up half a song in and joins them. Without fail,” he says. You purse your lips, heart beating a little faster for whatever reason.

“That could still be fun,” you reason.

“Not in those shoes,” he says, rubbing your hip softly. “I know they must hurt; they’re brand new and you’re already shifting your weight between your feet much too frequently.”

You look down at your feet. He was not lying. “You’re too observant. This is why you basically always have your way with me.” You exhale.

“By caring about you? I could keep going. I know that you hate country music. And no, Taylor Swift does not count. She’s an outlier. And she was born in Pennsylvania. That’s barely real country music. You’d be miserable all night.”

“Yes, you would know about ‘real’ country music, Mr. Las Vegas,” you counter.

“That would be Dr. Vegas to you,” he quips, bending down once again and giving you a kiss. You reciprocate, kissing the corner of his mouth. “What if I told you I really wanted you to stay? Bad?”

“Bad? I guess I’ll stay, if it’s bad. But you have to be the one to text Penelope,” you say begrudgingly. As if you weren’t as releived as can be. And as if Spencer didn’t know that.

He smiles and allows his arms to wrap around your waist. Spencer’s kisses become slower, you could feel every aspect of them. His lips, of course, but also his stubble. The air being pushed out of his nose. The hand swiping it’s typical resting spot, your cheek. His tongue delicately tracing your mouth. It all feels so calculated for you, so measured.

And you, on the other hand, are a mess, trying to keep up. Your heart is pounding and you’re sure your face is noticeably hot. And by the time Spencer leads you to your room and sits you down on the bed, its temperature has only increased.

You kick off your boots. He sits next to you, his hands holding your waist, ever so firm. He brings them up, thumbing the inside hem of your tank top.

“All good?” He checks.

“Yeah,” you say, head spinning with all the good chemicals.

“Deep breaths for me, okay? Gotta keep your blood flowing appropriately,” he reminds you, leaning back and taking you in. “Pretty girl.” You blush and his hands move to your lower back over your tank top, delicately brushing over in a way that gives you goose bumps. You shiver.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You’re sensitive in your lower back. God, there’s still so much more to learn about you.” He breathes out.

“Good. I was scared you’d get bored, with your perfect memory and all,” you joke.

“Bored? The human brain is limitless. Your brain is limitless. I wanna know everything I possibly can that goes on up there. Everything that makes it feel good. It’s the least boring thing I can think of.” You blush and look down.

You lean in for another kiss, this time to his jawline and neck. Your hands slide up his stomach under his shirt a little and and you look up to him.

“Okay?” This time you ask.

Spencer nods. “Okay.” Your hands trace up under his own shirt, and you immediately lean in to kiss him, holding his chin.

All of a sudden he’s everywhere. Even sitting next to you, he manages to take over every ounce of your body. He’s kissing your mouth and forehead and cheeks, one hand is holding your face, and the other is mapping your stomach.

“Can we try something new then? If we wanna do and learn everything?” You whisper. One quick tête-à-tête later, you’re sitting on his lap, shifting your hips softly as he held your waist for you.

“I guess I was wrong. You’re gonna be an amazing cowgirl.”

[alanaaii]

Bae-cation w connie. ☆

nsfw 1st smut , choking

You and connie decided to start getting ready for your flight the night before so you could make sure you had all of your stuff. you stuffed your juicy couture suitcase with all of your essentials and non essentials. as you struggled to close the bag, connie just sat there and chuckled. “you packed too much mama“ “no i packed what i needed“

you continue to try different positions to zip it closed. “you NEED to take some of that unnecessary shit out“ you paused. was this nigga getting sassy?

“i’ll slap the tattoos off of you connie, don’t play wimme” he shook his head as he came over and helped you close the suitcase. connie was right. you did pack a lot of unnecessary things, but you was going somewhere you’ve never been before so it made sense. after getting it closed, you and connie made eye contact. “and who tattoos are you gonna slap off?”

something about his intense gaze made you feel tingly inside and out. you wanted to say fuck this mean acting y/n and kiss him on his pink pretty lips—but you had too much pride. “yours.” with a swift motion connie gripped onto your neck (dw u can still breathe.) and stared you down. you basically melted into his hand. you couldn’t keep eye contact anymore, you looked everywhere but his eyes. “what’s wrong ma? can’t keep your eyes on me?“ you knew he was right. you couldn’t. he was toooo damn fine. both of your lips slowly touched as connie softened his grip. a what was suppose to be a quick kiss turned into a long messy ‘n wet kiss. as he released his hand from your neck completely, you pulled away from the kiss. “you can’t kiss me like that mama..i want more” you smirked and grabbed his hand, making him follow you to your shared bedroom. you could barely make it into the room before connie picked you up and plopped you onto the bed. Your lips connecting once again for part 2. you pulled away for a split second to remove your shirt. he massaged over your breast, using his thumb and finger to pinch the bud causing you to moan inside of connie’s mouth as you feel your panties dampen. connie loved your moans, they turn him on so much he cant control himself. he takes his hands and slides your laced panties down—throwing them to godknowswhere. “mmhm you so pretty y/n.” connie felt how wet you were, slowly sliding one finger in. you gasp as he slides his finger in and out of you. you feel your orgasm building up before you were suddenly left empty. “connn” you whined. all of that emptiness turned to fullness once he slid his long tanned dick inside of you. you couldn’t believe how full connie made you. “t-too much conniee” “cmon ma, you know you can take it.” connie let you get adjusted before beginning to thrust into you. at first his strokes were slow ‘n sweet—at first—letting out your pretty and soft moans before he became rough. his thrusts got faster and hitting wayy deeper. you could feel his dick hitting all of your sweet spots. “talk to me, tell me how much you love this dick” connie felt your pussy sucking him in as he rubbed circles around your clit with his thumb. you couldn’t say a word. connie just felt too damn good. “since youn wanna talk, ima make her talk to me” connie sped up his thrust as you began to see stars, you knew you were coming to your end. you felt your blood rushing before you squirted on connie. wetting the bed and his shirt. you repeated connie’s name as if you were summoning him. it felt so fuckin good. after a few moments of silence, connie breaks it. “all good?” you shook your head yes, your eyes droopy and clearly ready to rest. “well better get cleaned up, we got a flight to catch tomorrow.”

i lowkey don’t like this that much..pls let me know if you do because i will either delete this or never make another smut 😭

[supremehavok]

muse: gojo satoru

cw: sub!Gojo supremacy, handjob, a little bit of edging, mommy kink vibes but no use of the honorific [just a little bit of titty sucking], dacryphilia [if you squint], f!reader, reader has breasts

a/n: this is the second time I've written something that is primarily hand stuff...whatever I just like pathetic men and this is how I achieve that

Gojo, who loves getting punished by you. Yes, that defeats the purpose of a punishment. But do you really care? Nope. It was way too much fun to toy with him. He got whiny very easily, and even after one round he was a sticky, hot mess. His pale cheeks would be flushed, his thighs would tremble, and he’d be jumping the mattress, begging for more.

Gojo, who nearly trips over his long legs as he quickly sheds every item of clothing he's wearing. All you need to do is grab ahold of his shirt, lick a red hot stripe from his neck to the tip of his earlobe, and whisper "Strip," and he's on it.

Gojo, who kneels down on your lap so prettily, facing away from you and deprived of seeing the devious little glint in your eyes. His heart is beating out of his chest, just waiting for you to do something. Anything. His creamy skin is littered with goosebumps as you trail your fingers down his naked back, going over the contours of muscles.

Gojo, who sucks in a breath when your hand reaches around and strokes him slowly up and down his impressive length. Starting at the base and then increasing the speed and tightening the grip the closer you get to his soft, pink tip. The precum drips down your thumb, allowing you to wipe it across his sensitive tip, which sends a small shiver down his spine. Your hand works his cock at a good pace. He's already reaching around to hold onto your arm tightly for a bit of leverage, and he can't stop himself from trying to fuck into your hand.

Gojo, who tenses every last muscles he can while stuttering out, “Mmmm faster, faster please. Please, please just��nghh, oh fuck.” You oblige, but you won’t let him cum just yet. You can tell when he teeters right on that precipice. He’ll start to take in short, frantic breaths, he’ll grab onto you quickly for leverage and he whines like a bitch in heat. That’s when you stall your hands movements. He whimpers almost immediately, getting ready to plead harder than he’s ever pleaded in his life until he realizes you’ve just pushed him forward.

Gojo, who finds himself now in an even more compromised position. On his hands and knees, the side of his side squished into a pillow. You run your fingers through his hair at the base of his scalp, tugging on his slightly as you reach your hand around him again and jerk his aching cock with fervor. You’ve officially broken him. He’s arching his back to keep his soft, plush ass rubbing against your front, panting and crying out into the pillow. After one ruined orgasm it isn’t long before he’s moaning your name and showing all the tell-tale signs of getting close again. You decide to be a bit nicer now, you let him cum. Pulling on his hair and stroking his weeping length until he’s wetting the pillowcase with his tears and streaking the sheets in his thick, hot release.

Gojo, who isn’t fully content until he’s pulled you over to him and nestles his face into your tits. He’ll try not to get hard again, his head is still spinning, but it’s hard not to when he attaches his soft pink lips to your nipples and mindlessly sucks. Maybe this time you can reward him instead of punishing him, he’s honestly not sure which one he prefers.

[fairyrcts]

DREAMS, FAIRYTAILS, FANTASIES , N.D.

by fairyrcts contents - intended lowercase , 3rd person , use of y/n , unprotected sex (not recommended) , cursing , praising , semi-public sex , male masturbation , virginity loss (not mentioned) , mommy kink , overstimulation, breeding

an - ik y'all said you wanted chris fic first but i was too eager to write the nate one

taglist - @pvssychicken , @gothiccvnt6996 , @emely9274 (header by @issysh3ll )

y/n walked up and down the rows of seats as she tidied up after the hockey game.

her father was the coach, so she always stayed later after the games to pick up anything left behind and help her dad with whatever he needed.

she'd bent down to pick up a foam glove that was left. her light blue mini skirt rode up her thighs as she reached down.

nathan, who was taking off his gear in the bench area, had thought everyone including y/n had left.

he'd always see her with her dad during the pre-game pep talks, sometimes she'd sit and watch them at practice, or just cleaning up after everything had been finished.

although the only thing he knew about the girl was her name and father's name, he had the biggest crush on her.

he'd glance over at her in her skirts and lacy tops or tight, soft colored dressed that made him want a taste of every curve on her body. her innocence and naivety made him want him for himself even more.

unknown to him, y/n had a slight thing for him too.

when he'd take off his helmet and his hair would stick to his forehead as he panted. or when he'd take his jersey off after playing and he'd be left in his white tanktop, his mucles shining due to the sweat.

she'd direct her gaze towards him every time she'd watch the team play or practice. seeing him get sweaty and angered out on the ice had to be one of the most attractive things ever.

nathan stood up with his skates and pads in his hands. he walked out of the closed in area and into where the seats were. he glanced around for a sec before his eye's landed on y/n.

she was bent over, picking up things from the floor. her skirt was way up and her pink lacy panties caught his attention.

he was in a state of shock for a moment as he stared at the unaware girl in front of him.

he walked closer, deciding to speak to her.

"hey, y/n. i didn't know you were still here. your dad here still?" nathan spoke in breathy tone, causing y/n to whip around.

"hm? oh, yeah. no, he left a little bit ago but there was still stuff to be cleaned up. you did really good by the way. my dad says you're pretty talented." she gave him a toothy smile as she talked to the brunette.

nathan's grin became wider as those words came out her mouth. "thank you, really."

"yeah, anytime. well, i'll be here for a bit longer, so if you need anything just let me know." she was a very generous person.

generous enough to help with the ache in his pants? no, no, he shouldn't be thinking that stuff.

"will do. nice seeing you." he reciprocated her smile and made his way toward the locker room.

nate immediately yanked his clothes off, tughing his pants off as quick as possible.

he sat on the bench in the locker room as he pulled his boxers down to his ankles. his tip leaked pre-cum, it dripping down his length.

he balled his hand into a fist and began stroking himself. he was so sensitive just his own touch caused him to moan out loudly.

he let a line of drool leave his mouth and onto his dick. "mm, fff-uck, y/n. i- holy shit, keep goin'."

he imagined y/n's mouth on his cock, her throat stuffed and her lips puffy from his length.

y/n finished cleaning the bleachers and made her way towards the garbage can that sat beside the entry to the mens locker room.

she threw away all the trach she'd collected and was getting-ready to leave til' she heard her name being called.

"mm, y/n. jjust like that, yes ma'am."

she tightened her thighs together to keep her mind away from the wetness in between them.

she cracked the door open slightly, nate's head turning the second he heard the creak of the hinges.

"i- i'm sorry, i didn't know you were in here. sorry." her words were rushed as she shut her eyes abruptly.

nathan panicked to get his boxers back on. "no, shit. no, uh, youre good."

"uh, were you calling me?" she asked, her voice unintentionally innocent as she opened her eyes slightly. her eyes went wide at the sight of his dick, fully visible from his boxers, a small wet stain were his tip sat.

"uh, nope. wasn"t callin' ya. must've been like, uh. i dunno." nate's eyes looked everywhere but her as if trying to take away the attention.

y/n let out a soft giggle at the sight of him awkwardly trying to end the damn conversation. "i mean, it's alright. you're not very quiet. do you, uh.. need some help?"

her tone sent aches through his body, his cock pulsing through his underwear. "i-i, i'm sorry? say what now?!"

she chuckled once more at his stuttering voice. "c'mon, just sit back. let me show you."

nate thought he was living one of his own fantasties as he wobbled back onto the bench beneath him.

y/n undid the bow in the back of her shirt and pulled down the skirt she wore with it. she was left in her bra and panties, which she took off slow and seductively.

she now stood naked in front of the brunette boy. nathan's eyes just stared at her as he was frozen and stiff. if you squint, you could see his dick get even harder under his boxers by the second.

she scooted closer to him. "wanna take it off for me?" her voice was low as she played with the waistband of his underwear.

"i-yup." his obedience was so attractive. she knew he'd listen well.

he quickly yanked them off before sitting back on the warm bench.

y/n straddled him, his dick not in her cunt quite just yet. she began sucking on his neck to get him just a bit more excited before finally letting her hips move down onto his soaked cock.

the sound of her dripping pussy and his absolutely messy cock made nate's mind fuzzy.

he let out a loud, guttural moan at the new feeling. "holy fuck, mommy- fuck! i-"

he couldn't even form a coherent sentence just one pump in.

"just relax. i've got you." her words were hushed as she whispered into his ear.

she slowly moved her body up and down his length, going all the way off and back on him each time.

the feeling of her tight cunt on his absolutely aching dick was already too much for him.

"mo-mmy, no, please keep goin'."

y/n couldn't say no to her handsome boy. happily, she obligiged, bouncing herself up and down on his dick.

after only a few minutes, nate was so close. "fffuck, i c-can't no more. pleasepleaseplease."

"nuh uh, you can keep going, be a good boy for mommy , hmm?"

her voice sent him over the edge. he just couldn't anymore. he needed to release and make a mess inside of her.

"pleaseee, i need to. i-i've been good!"

he had behaved and listened fine the whole time. she debated wether or not to let him or have more of her own fun.

she ultimately chose to let him for his benefit. she'd enjoyed teasing the boy enough.

"mhm, go ahead." and almost instantly, he came all inside her. the moan he let out was louder than before as he let his juices release in the girl's pussy.

"good boy." she whispered softly in his ear before she stood up, nate wincing lightly.

"b-but, i didn't get to make you feel good."

"some other time, baby."

[alotofpockets]

Just a scratch | Katie McCabe

Pairing: Katie McCabe x Reader & Meadema x Platonic!Reader

Prompt: "It's nothing, just a scratch."

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 945

You were beyond excited when Katie asked you if you’d like to meet Myle for the first time today. Ever since Katie had showed you the pictures of Beth and Viv’s little puppy, you’ve been wanting to meet her. Katie adored how excited you were and couldn't stop smiling when she looked at your happy features, while she drove the both of you to Viv and Beth's house. 

You give Beth and Viv a quick hug before rushing over to the little puppy, who was sitting on the arm of the couch looking at you with her head tilted to the side. Very intrigued about meeting a new person but also waiting because she's still a little shy. 

Katie laughs at the way you just flew past her teammates, and greets them properly, before heading into the living room with them. You were already sitting on the couch with little Myle slowly making her way over to you, sniffing her new surroundings to see if she liked you.

The trio watched how your face lit up when Myle climbed onto your lap. Tears welled in your eyes the moment the pup tried to bump her little head to your hand, letting you know that she was ready for you to pet her. Katie made sure to snap a few pictures before handing Viv the present you got for Myle. It was a little red scarf with white pom poms at the ends, representing snowballs. She had instantly reached for the scarf at the store, your girlfriend was a big fan of Christmas, and claimed “Myle needs something festive this holiday season too.” You had simply kissed her cheek at her adorableness and grabbed and added both the scarf and an actual toy to your basket. 

Viv opened up the presents and put the scarf gently around Myle’s neck. She started strutting like she was on the catwalk, making all of you laugh. When she fell over the little pom poms, Katie picked her up, and asked you to take a picture with the little Christmas pup. After playing some more Myle made her way onto your lap, where she fell asleep peacefully. 

“Hey, so we actually had a question for the both of you.” Beth says as she takes Viv her hand and sits down with you and Katie. “We were wondering if the two of you would like to be Myle’s godparents. What do you think?” Katie looked your way, her face lighting up when she saw how happy you looked by the question, as you were eagerly nodding your head. “I think that is a yes from both of us.” Katie answered for the both of you. She places a quick kiss on your temple, “You’re adorable.” She whispers when moving back. “And with that, y/n, we wanted to ask you if you would want to take care of little Myle when we are away for national team stuff. We could arrange it however it would work best for you, of course, you could stay here or we could train Myle to be at your and Katie’s place. I know you guys have Coopurr too, so if you say yes-” Viv wasn't even done with her sentence but you didn't need her to continue, you were ready to accept. “Yes, I would love that.” You say, stroking the little pup in your lap over her head. 

Since Myle was still asleep on your lap, you decided to stay at the Meadema household while the rest of the girls made a quick trip to the grocery store, since you and Katie were going to stay over for dinner. It wasn’t long after they left that Myle woke up and made her way over to her bowl of food and started eating like her life depended on it. You chuckled and pulled the pup away from the bowl, not wanting her to choke on the food, “Easy girl, there will be more later.”

You grabbed the toy you got her and started moving it around, to distract her from her food bowl for a bit. She started running after it, wagging her tail wildly. You loved the cuddly puppy so much already. She took the toy in her mouth and tried freeing it from your hands by roughly moving her head from side to side. Since she was still so little, her efforts didn’t result in much, so she started using her paws to push your hand away while pulling back with your head. She got the toy from your hand, only because one of her nails scratched the back of your hand and you dropped the toy as a response. Myle looked worried when you shook your hand, her big eyes watching you, “Oh no, it’s okay, little one. It’s just a scratch.” You say while petting her. 

When the girls get back, you and Viv start preparing dinner while Beth and Katie plop down on the couch, quickly followed by Myle, who had already gotten tired again from playing. You enjoyed a lovely dinner together, before you had to go back home. You didn’t want to say goodbye to Myle but you knew you’d see the little puppy soon again, and couldn’t wait to fulfill your godparent duties.

Back in the car Katie leans over and places a kiss on your lips, “You’re going to be an amazing godparent to Myle, and I can’t wait to get a thousand pictures of the two of you cuddled up together when I am away with the team.” You were looking forward to having another little cuddle buddy for when your girlfriend was away. 

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[sixhours]

Firsts - Birthday

Rating: Explicit (here be smut) Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel and Ellie, Ellie Williams, Joel Miller x f!OFC, soft!Joel, no really super soft!Joel, Joel is a sap, mostly follows canon, fluff, fluffy baby stuff, no really this is sickeningly sweet, tooth-rotting, don't forget to brush your teeth Word count: 7k

Notes: Smut and a whole lotta fluff ahead!

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Joel blinks awake, peering into the faint light that ekes around the edges of the blackout curtains, immediately on edge, a familiar sinking feeling in his gut telling him something is wrong.

He fumbles for the alarm clock, squinting at the time.

That can’t be right.

He scrambles out of bed, heart in his throat.

There’s no fuckin’ way.

Tiptoeing over to the crib, he peers over the side. Anna is sleeping soundly on her stomach, one fist pressed to her mouth, chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.

He blinks and clears the sleep from his eyes, just to be sure. She’s still breathing, still alive. His knees go weak with relief.

He creeps back to the bed, taking a seat and willing his heart to settle down.

She slept through the night.

Not even sure what to do with this information, he slides back into bed where Charlie is just beginning to stir.

“She’s…still asleep,” he says distantly.

“Mmph…what?”

“She slept through.”

Charlie blinks, looks over at the crib. “Well…holy shit.”

“Yeah. I don’t…”

“Wow.”

They look at each other in shared disbelief. Without thinking, Joel leans down and presses his lips to hers, half out of love, half out of sheer triumph.

“Hi,” she whispers when they finally part. He’s grinning, almost laughing, maybe a little manic.

He feels fucking amazing. Eight hours' sleep and he’s ready to conquer the world.

But first, he’ll start with her.

Leaning in again, he lets their lips meet tenderly, nipping at Charlie’s mouth until she sighs a deep, tremulous sigh, opening under him. He cups her face, hand cradling the delicate line of her jaw, brushing her cheek with his thumb. His hips grind into hers lightly, and he arches an eyebrow in a silent question.

“Mmm, yes,” she breathes.

Deepening the kiss, he rolls them, hand slipping under her sleep shirt to cradle the fullness of one breast, tongue darting out to lick the soft skin of her lower lip. Soon he can’t resist pushing the shirt up to see her, rich and ripe and ivory smooth. His tongue circles a nipple, gives a gentle, tender suck. She gasps and arches into him, his cue to keep going, and he does, laving at her breasts until she’s writhing beneath him.

He’s vaguely aware of her hand slipping into his boxers, then acutely aware of her stroking him. Rhythm momentarily lost, he pushes into her palm with a muffled groan. His hands wander over her soft curves, gripping at her hips, sliding down, down between her legs, finding her slick. He draws his fingers lightly back and forth, circling the way she likes, and it becomes a game to see who can get the other to break first. Then she pushes his hand away.

“Much as I…appreciate…the foreplay,” she says, panting softly. “We’re on borrowed time.”

“Mm,” he murmurs, catching her drift. They’ll need to be quick, as usual.

She throws her leg over his hip, not bothering to remove her underwear. He fumbles and pulls them aside, lines up, pushes inside.

“Hoooo-ly shit,” she gasps, at the edge of a whine, hands gripping his shoulders. “Oh, fuck, Joel–”

He’d like more time to ease into it, but they have what they have. How long has it been, anyway? Weeks?

Way too fuckin’ long.

“You good?” he rasps, stilling for a moment, letting her adjust.

She nods frantically and he growls a wordless response into the line of her jaw, kissing along it, rocking them with his hand gripping her ass, grinding into her until they’re both groaning softly and he’s buried to the hilt. Small wonder they are where they are, he thinks dully, looking down the barrel of sixty with a baby on his hip.

Her fingers dig into the meat of his bicep, other hand threading through the curls at the nape of his neck; his hair is getting long and he’s suggested cutting it, but she pouts with those sweet pink lips and shakes her head.

“I like it long,” she’ll say, eyes flashing. “More to hold.”

Just the thought has him careening toward the edge at a pace that’s frankly embarrassing. He grits his teeth and tries to think of anything other than the hot, wet clutch of her around him as they rock together. She may have indicated they should make it quick, but he has no intention of being premature about it.

The little sounds she’s making in his good ear are doing nothing to help, so he snakes a hand between them, slowing his pace to rub the rough pad of his index finger between her folds, offering her friction.

“Ohhh, fuck, yes…just like that, just–ah!”

He doesn’t trust himself to move, just lets her set the pace, writhing against him as he nips at her ear, traces the shell with his tongue, sucks at the ridge of her collarbone. When he feels her fluttering contractions, he stifles her moan with his lips and thanks fuck because he’s not going to last. A few more good thrusts and he’s coming, spilling inside her, fingers gripping the pillow by her head until his hand aches and his head is spinning.

Charlie smirks, blinking sleepily at him. He can feel the sweat at his temple and down his back as he rolls onto his side, trying to take his weight off her while keeping them joined. He nuzzles the hollow at her throat and waits for his breathing to settle, for the fog of release to clear.

“Not a bad way to wake up,” she murmurs, carding her fingers through his hair.

He gives a quiet grunt of agreement, but hasn’t found his words yet.

Then there’s a soft coo from the other side of the room.

“Uh oh,” Charlie whispers, carefully peering over Joel’s shoulder. “I think we have an audience.”

“Shiiiiiit,” he groans, pulling out with a soft hiss. He slowly looks back to find Anna standing in her crib, peering through the bars. At the sight of him she bounces on her feet and lets out a little cry of delight, raising one tiny hand and waving frantically.

Joel turns back to Charlie, face burning. “How long d’you think she’s been awake?”

She snorts a laugh and cups a hand to her mouth.

“D’you think–think she saw, uh–”

“Memory doesn’t kick in until at least two, so…if she did, she won’t remember it.”

That…does not make him feel better.

“She’s movin’ to her own room,” he grumbles. “Tonight.”

“Uh-huh,” Charlie says skeptically. “I’ve heard that before.”

“I mean it this time,” he mutters. “Movin’ her crib today. Soon as she’s down for her nap, I’m–”

Another cry, this one more insistent and accompanied by the soft smack smack of a chubby fist against the bars of the crib.

“Alright, baby girl,” Charlie sighs, slipping from the bed, stripping off her T-shirt. “We’re up.”

Joel wraps the sheet around his waist and watches as Charlie plucks Anna from the crib, swaying a little, then puts her to the breast. She barely nurses now, more interested in sticking her fingers in her mother’s mouth and nose and giggling when she gets a reaction. Charlie paces and gently redirects Anna’s grabby hands.

The sight of his partner–hair mussed, cheeks flushed, nursing their child–makes him glad to be as old as he is, otherwise he’d be starting the day with blue balls.

With that thought, Joel gets up, planting a kiss on the top of Anna’s fuzzy head, and another at Charlie’s temple.

“Gonna shower.”

Joel has just finished rinsing off when the shower curtain is pulled open and a naked, kicking baby appears, held aloft by her mother.

“Clean this, please,” she says.

He accepts the squirmy bundle and seats her against his side, adjusting the shower head so it’s not spraying in her face. Anna grins and grabs at Joel’s nose.

“Yeah, yeah. Better hope you got your mama’s,” he mutters, booping her little snub nose in return.

He grabs the rubber duck squeaky toy from the edge of the tub, offering it to her, making the sign for duck when she takes it in two chubby hands. She immediately shoves the head in her mouth and bites down hard; the duck lets out a pitiful squawk.

“Teethin’ again, huh?” he says, and she chomps on the toy even harder.

Joel reaches for the soap while she’s distracted, washing her as quickly as possible. When they’re both washed and rinsed, he wraps the baby in a towel, exchanging another kiss with Charlie as she gets into the shower.

He lets Anna loose to toddle around the bedroom while he gets dressed. She hangs onto the furniture, still hesitant about taking her first un-guided steps. He remembers Sarah doing the same thing at this age, leaving little drool trails along the edges of the furniture. He sweeps her up, tossing her on the bed and diapering her with skilled fingers.

“Alright, bug. Let’s get you dressed.” He tries to remember the sign for clothes but can’t; too early, no coffee. Ellie would know, he’ll have to ask her.

He pulls out overalls, a t-shirt, and socks, then a warm sweater for good measure. Anna rolls and wiggles and tries to crawl away as he wrestles her into the outfit piece by piece.

“Like tryin’ to dress a fish,” he mutters, making the sign for fish just to emphasize the point. Anna grins a gummy smile and grabs for his nose again. He blows a raspberry on her denim-clad belly and lets her sticky fingers grip his hair.

“Happy birthday, bug,” he whispers.

Downstairs, Joel plops her in the highchair with a smattering of frozen blueberries, freeing his hands to make breakfast.

“Birthday pancakes are a tradition in this family,” he says, signing as much as he can remember in her direction as he speaks. “You were too young to have ‘em on your sister’s birthday, but I think you’ll like ‘em.”

She gives a plaintive whine and swipes her hand across the highchair tray, scattering most of the berries to the far corners of the kitchen. She picks one of the stragglers up, carefully pinched between thumb and forefinger. Joel watches out of the corner of his eye as she sticks it into her mouth, then immediately spits it out with a trail of drool.

Yeah, definitely teething.

He’s just put the batter for the first pancake in the pan when Anna begins to fuss in earnest.

“Alright,” he sighs. “C’mere, you little gremlin.”

He balances her on one hip while watching the forming pancake, waiting for it to bubble. He’s just flipped it over when the front door opens.

“Oooh, birthday pancakes,” Ellie says in greeting. Anna nearly lurches out of Joel’s arms, both hands making grabby motions at her sister, and he fumbles to keep her upright and manage the stove at the same time.

“Take her,” Joel says. “Or the birthday pancakes are gonna be burnt-day pancakes.”

“Whoa–did you just make a pun?” She reaches out and takes Anna, who immediately tries to stuff her fingers up Ellie’s nose.

“You have no witnesses,” he says, flipping the first pancake, only slightly crispier than he’d like.

“Eh, I give it a five. Mostly for effort,” she smirks. “You’re Mr. Chipper today.”

Joel’s lips quirk in a smile. “She slept through the night.”

“Who, Charlie?”

He side-eyes her. “The baby, smartass.”

“You?” she asks, eyes on Anna, bouncing her in her arms until the baby leans over, pointing toward the floor. “You wanna get down, huh?”

“Think she’s gonna walk soon. Any day now.”

“Yeah? You think so?”

Anna holds onto the stool at the counter and looks up at Ellie with big, silver eyes. Ellie signs walk and Anna bounces up and down, then reaches up with one hand and a whine.

“Up? Again?”

“Her favorite game,” Joel grumbles, sliding the next pancake onto the plate and covering it. “Up, down, up, down, all damn day.”

Ellie holds her little sister in the air and wiggles her until she laughs, riotous and drooling.

“She spits up on you, I’m not cleanin’ it up.”

“Grumpy old man,” Ellie says, tossing her sister in the air. “Never lets us have any fun, huh?”

“Real fun gettin’ puked on.”

Anna signs down again and Ellie obliges. This time the baby drops to her hands and knees and crawls, making a beeline for something on the floor just as Charlie comes downstairs, hair damp from the shower, dressed in jeans and layers.

“First day back,” Ellie says. “You nervous?”

“A little,” she admits. “But I’m looking forward to it, too.”

It’s been a year and a half since Charlie was taken off patrol duties for maternity leave. She’s done a few shorter runs to warm up, re-trained on her weapons, but today she’ll be outside the walls for the whole day. Joel’s stomach twists at the thought, but he makes his voice light.

“She’ll be fine. I’m the one who should be nervous,” Joel says, eyeing Anna, who has crawled to the corner to find one of those errant blueberries, shoving it in her mouth before anyone can intervene. “Leavin’ me with the feral one here.”

“Yuck,” Charlie remarks, plucking the baby up, examining her sticky hands, now stained with rich purple juice and flecked with dust. She washes her at the sink before putting her back in the highchair.

“Builds her immune system,” Ellie quips. “And that’s not a nice way to talk about your kid, dude.”

“Who says I was talkin’ about her?” he smirks. “I have more than one kid, y’know.”

“Well, I know you’re not talking about me, because I’m on patrol today, too.”

“I know,” Joel says pointedly. “And you be careful, y’hear? No wanderin’ off, stay with the group, keep your–”

“‘Keep your wits about ya, eyes and ears open,’” she says in a terrible impression of his drawl. “I got it, I got it. Not my first rodeo.”

“Patrol ain’t a rodeo,” Joel grumbles, placing a plate of pancakes in front of her. “Here, eat.”

Anna lets out a faint screech of protest at the sight of Ellie’s food, frantically signing “please” until Joel drops a handful of bite-sized pancake pieces in front of her. She makes a happy burbling noise, grabbing one and squishing it in her fist before shoving it in her mouth, fist and all. For a few minutes, things are blissfully calm.

“That goes for you, too,” he says quietly to Charlie, pouring a mug of chicory coffee and holding it out. She’s digging through the fridge, pulling out the milk. “Be careful out there. Don’t gotta be a hero.”

“You said it yourself. I’ll be fine,” she says, taking the coffee with a smile and a kiss that warms his cheek.

He nods, bites the inside of his lip, silently reassuring himself. Charlie is a crack shot, capable, steady handed with a sharp eye. A few more runs to get her feet under her and she’ll be back to leading patrols again. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

“Oh, the cake’s in the fridge,” Charlie says. “I asked them to set aside our dinner at the kitchen so we don’t have to cook, but you need to pick it up.”

“Think Anna and I can manage that. Right, bug?”

He turns toward her and does a double take. In the five minutes she’s had her food, Anna has managed to get blueberry juice and pancake crumbs from the tips of her fingers to the roots of her hair. She smacks the tray in front of her and grins with berry-streaked teeth.

Ellie, whose table manners are only marginally better, has already finished her plate, too.

“Shit, forgot my gloves,” she says, hopping off the stool with her mouth still half full. “Meet you over there?”

“Will do,” Charlie says, sipping at her coffee. Ellie is out the door before Joel can finish saying goodbye, and Charlie turns to him, fixes him with her silver stare. “You sure you’ll be alright?”

He sighs and leans back against the counter, nursing his own mug. “Be just fine,” he says. “Nothin’ I haven’t done before.”

And it’s true, he doesn’t mind staying back. He never had the privilege of seeing Ellie’s childhood, and he saw a lot less of Sarah’s than he wanted to. Most days it felt like she spent more time with Tommy or the Adlers than him, a source of guilt that still gnaws at him, absent from so many hours in a life cut short. He was always missing something, always late, always falling short.

Things are different with Anna in so many ways, but at least in this life, he gets to be there for it, blueberry-stained fingers and all.

They say their goodbyes at the door, Anna perched on Joel’s hip.

“You’ll come back,” he says, softer than he means to, and Charlie just nods. They embrace, the baby squished awkwardly between them.

“Wave to mama,” he says around the lump in his throat, and Anna does, dutifully flapping her hand until Charlie is down the street and out of sight.

“Dunno why we bother with the shower,” Joel sighs, looking the baby over when it’s just the two of them. “Y’look like you ate a damn Smurf.”

It takes another half hour to clean Anna and get her dressed to go out, several wipe-downs and a fresh outfit and everything short of a second bath before she’s bundled in her snowsuit and strapped to Joel’s back. Thankfully she’s still portable and happy to be carried, or the morning errands would take that much longer.

His first stop is the greenhouse, to pick up their share of vegetables for the week, meager as it is this time of year. Their neighbor, Marjorie, is doling out shares when Joel steps up to the counter. She coos at Anna, talking in a sing-song baby-talk voice.

“Aw, is someone giving Mommy a break today?”

Joel bites the inside of his cheek and forces a smile. End of the fuckin’ world and the Mr. Mom jokes are just as annoying as they were back when he was toting Sarah around. He’s about to brush it off when a voice carries over his shoulder.

“I should hope he’s taking care of his own child. You make it, you take it.”

Joanie, the midwife, pushes past them in her usual brusque manner. For once, he’s happy for her sharp tongue.

Marjorie isn’t fazed, only greets the gray-haired midwife and hands her a bag of garlic and onions and sprouts, then turns back to Joel.

“It’s a wonder you have so much energy,” she continues breezily. “I just don’t know what I’d do if I had a little one at our age.”

Never mind that Marjorie is at least ten years his senior, he’s not even the oldest father in Jackson–there are plenty of older parents, although most of them are adoptive. Still, most folks aren’t tactless enough to mention it.

Joanie seems to have moved on, so Joel is left to his own devices with a response.

“We manage,” he grits out. “You have a good day, Mrs. Allan.”

She opens her mouth, probably to say something even more offensive, but he’s already out the door. If anyone gives him shit later, he’ll use his bad hearing as an excuse.

Next, he swings by the caf to pick up their dinner for the night. It’s nothing fancy–a canister of soup and a fresh loaf of bread–but it will be nice to have a family meal at home, no interruptions from well-meaning neighbors about council business, and trying to keep Anna focused on her food during the hustle and bustle of community dining is a challenge. Joel is reminded why–aside from financial reasons–they rarely dined out when Sarah was little.

The kitchen staff fawn over the baby while they wait for their food. None of them seem to have opinions on his age or his fitness as a parent, for which he’s grateful, and they chat with Anna in normal, adult tones. She can’t hear, but the kid soaks up their attention nonetheless, grinning from ear to ear and flapping her hands when she gets excited. José, the head chef, hands Joel an extra biscuit as they’re leaving.

”Is stale,” he says in a thick accent, miming biting motions. “Good for new teeth, yes?”

Joel thanks him and pockets the biscuit for later, then they walk across the street to the Jackson library, where a small crew is working on a renovation inside. He can’t enter the construction area with the baby on his back, but he checks in with the foreman so he can update Maria on the status, marveling to himself how much like old times it is–for better or worse. There’s talk of creating a children’s library, but supplies are scarce and there are multiple projects competing for the council’s attention. They’ll probably have to hold a community-wide vote in the spring.

Joel doesn’t have a head for politics. Anna doesn’t, either, because she starts fussing as the conversation turns to resource management, smacking him on the shoulders as if to say, “It’s time to go.”

“Lookit her,” the foreman says. “She’ll be runnin’ this place soon enough.”

“Think she already is,” Joel mutters, wondering if this is what his horse feels like as she kicks him lightly in the ribs.

They take a breather in the square to look at the Christmas tree. It’s quiet, so Joel unstraps Anna, much to the relief of his back, and lets her roam while she chews on her biscuit. One mittened hand in his, she toddles alongside him on unsteady feet, distracted by the lights, the snow underfoot, the baubles on the tree. She points and gestures in sign, most of which only she can understand even if she weren’t wearing gloves and holding a biscuit, but he catches a few–”daddy” is one, and the fist-waving motion they’ve collectively decided means “Ellie.” He talks back in his own limited combination of spoken word and sign; even if he’s not making sense, at least she knows he’s listening.

When she inevitably drops the biscuit in favor of trying to put the snow in her mouth, he sweeps her up and walks to the tree, letting her grab at the branches and ornaments. It’s not her first Christmas–that was five days after she was born–but it’s the first one she’s fully alert for, and the wonder in her eyes is enough to make Joel feel some of that Christmas spirit everyone likes to go on about.

Eventually he plops her back into the carrier for the walk to the town hall, the old gymnasium that serves as a gathering space with a row of small offices off the back. Maria is working in one of the smaller rooms when they arrive, seated at a desk with a pile of ledgers and files in front of her while three-year-old Isabel plays with stacking blocks on the floor. The little girl grins up at him, waving one of her blocks.

“Unca Jo!”

“Hey, kiddo,” he says, feeling that bittersweet pull in his chest at the sight of her. Curly brown hair and dark skin, she looks an awful lot like Sarah did at that age. “Wanna play with your cousin for a bit?”

“Baby!” Isabel says.

“Mornin’,” Joel greets Maria, unstrapping Anna from the carrier and extracting her from her snowsuit. Thanks to Isabel’s presence, the office has already been baby-proofed. “Take it Tommy’s outside today?”

“He’s on the wall,” she says. “How’s Charlie holding up?”

“Good, I hope,” he grimaces, then looks up, concerned. “Why? You heard somethin’?”

“No, but no news is good news. I’m sure they’re fine. I just recall my first few runs after Izzy being…an adjustment.”

“Oh, I remember,” he smirks, thinking of Tommy, not yet confident in his solo-parenting abilities, and more than one frantic knock on Joel’s door.

“And how about you?” Maria asks. “Behaving for the birthday girl?”

She smiles, watching as Anna zeroes in on one of Isabel’s toys and crawls over to investigate. The kids play side-by-side well enough. As much as Anna adores Ellie, Joel is grateful she’ll have someone closer in age to grow up with–not unlike him and Tommy, he thinks.

“We’re gettin’ by,” he says. “She slept through last night, so this is probably as good as it’s gonna get.”

“Wow,” she whistles, holding up a ledger. “Then you’ll be more awake for this than me.”

They go over the next week’s patrol schedule, the expansion renovations on the library, and supplies for repairs at the clinic. He’s taken on more responsibility in the community in an effort to stay closer to home, which means working with his sister-in-law more often than not. They may have gotten off to a rocky start, but they’ve made a tenuous peace in the months since Anna was born. As Tommy was quick to point out, they have more in common than they’d like to admit.

Eventually, they’re interrupted by a rising shriek from the corner.

“Mine! Mine! Noooo, mine!”

The peaceful play has dissolved into a fight over one of the toys–a block, nearly identical to all the other blocks, but Isabel has decided this one is special.

Yep, just like him and Tommy, he thinks, sighing.

There’s wailing from both parties, fat crocodile tears in Anna’s eyes and a lower-lip pout for maximum sympathy.

“Isabel, are you sharing?” Maria asks, the exasperation in her voice suggesting she already knows the answer.

“No! Mine!” Izzy says, holding the block tightly to her chest as Anna grabs for it again.

“Her favorite word,” Maria mutters as Joel reaches down to pick Anna off the floor. “She’s too little to share, baby. She doesn’t understand.”

“Mine,” Isabel huffs. “No baby.”

“Think we’ve done as much as they’ll let us,” Joel says. “Time to get this one down for a nap, anyway.”

“Wanna trade?” Maria asks as they separate the cousins, a tired smile gracing her lips.

“Not a chance in H-E-L-L,” Joel chuckles, wrestling Anna back into her snowsuit before hefting her onto his hip. She tucks her head under his chin, sniffling. He remembers the three-year-old attitude all too well, temper tantrums and power struggles galore. The Miller genes run strong that way, and he’ll have his fair share soon enough. “We’ll see you for dinner tonight?”

“Right. Hopefully this one is in better spirits…although somehow I doubt it.”

“Good luck,” he says, and he means it.

He opts to hold Anna rather than bothering with the carrier. She’s too tired to wiggle around, anyway, gnawing on one fist and whimpering her displeasure into his neck as they walk the few blocks home.

“I know,” he murmurs, hoping the rumble in his chest will soothe her since his hands aren’t free. “Your uncle an’ I were a lot like that growin’ up, always gettin’ into spats over things. You an’ Iz will have to figure your shit out just like we did. Might be a pain in your ass, but family’s family.”

Anna offers a displeased grunt and a whine in response.

“Yeah, that’s about how it goes,” he sighs.

At home, Joel puts away the food and digs a bottle out of the fridge to warm over the stove. Charlie has mentioned weaning soon, and he tries to imagine a day when they aren’t washing bottles and their freezer isn’t full of breastmilk. It’s almost as impossible to believe that a year ago, he could hold this same child one-handed, the scant length of her fitting easily along his forearm.

Anna clings to his shirt and fusses while he paces and waits for the bottle to heat. His own damn fault, they should have been home an hour ago.

“It’s comin’, baby girl.”

When the milk is finally warm through, he picks up Anna and the bottle and takes them into the living room, collapsing in the rocker with a groan, the kind that would inspire a whole lot of lip from Ellie if she were here to hear it. Anna can hold her own bottle, but she lets him do the honors today, as if sensing he’s feeling some way about it. Within minutes, she’s looking up at him with long, sleepy blinks as her jaw works, lulled by the rocking motion and the rumble of a low lullaby in his chest.

Oh I’d like to visit the moon,

On a rocket ship high in the air,

Yes I’d like to visit the moon,

But I don’t think I’d like to live there.

Though I’d like to look down at the earth from above,

I would miss all the places and people I love,

So although I might like it for one afternoon,

I don’t want to live on the moon.

Soon she drifts off and rather than put her to bed, he holds her, savoring the quiet and the weight of her in his arms, because all too soon she won’t fit there, won’t want to be carried or rocked or sung to sleep.

He’s in no rush.

The afternoon passes in a blur of laundry, snacks, and entertaining the world’s grumpiest post-nap baby.

“You take after your sister,” he mutters, bouncing her through another round of jagged fussing. “Naps piss her off, too.”

He finds a frozen washcloth in the freezer and puts her in the highchair with it. She chews on the cloth angrily for a minute or two, then throws it on the floor and wails. They repeat the cycle–pick up cloth, chew, throw, scream–while he finishes the morning dishes. He thinks about taking her for another walk, but decides against it; wrestling her into the snowsuit when she’s already fussy will only cause them both grief and probably give him a fuckin’ headache.

So it’s back to the baby carrier she goes, on his front this time so she can bury her face in his chest while she gnaws on her fist and he does what he can to clean; laundry, sweeping old blueberries off the floor, picking up around the kitchen.

Then he plops her down in the middle of the living room with a basket of toys and joins her on the floor, figuring at least if she’s crawling around, she’ll work off some energy. She’s still fussy but climbing over him and chewing on one of the little wooden dinosaurs he carved provides a momentary distraction. He tips his head back on the arm of the couch and lets his eyes close for a second; a full night’s sleep and he’s still fuckin’ wiped.

Gettin’ too old for this shit, a voice whispers in the back of his head, but it’s soon drowned out by a whine. He’s brought fully back to the moment by two hands smacking his cheeks and a slobbery wet kiss on his nose.

“Caught me sleepin’ on the job, huh, bug?” he murmurs. She flutters her hands in response, more baby signs. He pulls her in, lets her nuzzle her snotty nose in the crook of his neck while he rubs a hand up and down her back. She calms, and he feels a swell of pride through his exhaustion. He’s old as dirt and his back is killing him, but he’s still good for something, at least.

When the front door opens around five, they’re back to pacing and bouncing, Joel holding on to the last shred of his sanity and Anna voicing her disapproval. Charlie is visibly tired but otherwise intact.

“Uneventful,” she says, just as Joel opens his mouth to ask how the patrol went. “All’s clear. Ellie is showering. How did it go?”

The knot of tension he’s carried around all day gradually unwinds. Everyone is back inside the walls and safe…if not happy. As if to make the point, Anna reaches out to her mother, frantically making the sign for mama through her tears.

“It, uh…went better this morning.”

Charlie takes Anna, relief written in the lines that smooth from her brow as soon as the baby is settled in her arms, a missing piece slotted back into place.

“I’m going to get cleaned up and nurse her before everyone shows up.”

“Be my guest,” Joel sighs, rubbing at his neck. “She's pretty tired of her old man.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Charlie says, mock frowning as Anna wraps her pudgy arms around her mother’s neck and makes offended cooing noises into her cheek. “Let’s go upstairs and you can tell me all about it, okay, sweet girl?”

Anna gives a tiny, muffled whimper in answer.

When they’re gone, his ears are ringing with the lingering quiet. Joel busies himself with all the things he meant to do before Charlie got home–he folds the laundry, picks up the living room, and puts the soup on low to reheat while he chops vegetables. An hour passes, so he climbs the stairs, suspecting Charlie has drifted off while nursing. It’s been a long day, and it wouldn’t be the first time. But he finds her awake, freshly showered and sitting up in bed with Anna at her breast.

“They’ll be here soon,” he says softly, easing the bedroom door open.

“Thanks…we'll be down in a minute,” she whispers. There’s a hitch in her voice that resets that tightness in his chest.

“What’s wrong? Somethin’ happen?”

“No…it’s nothing,” she whispers. She’s cupping Anna’s head, smoothing her fluffy dark hair. There’s the glint of tears on Charlie’s cheeks and his stomach sinks.

“Is it the patrols? ‘Cause you don’t have to do ‘em. It ain’t like before,” he says, thinking of all those times he left Sarah behind to bring in a paycheck. “I can ask Maria to–”

“No, no,” she shakes her head, looking up. “Patrol was…good. I–I felt more like…myself out there. Strong. Capable.”

She smiles then, almost beams, and his heart skips.

“It reminded me…I’m not just a–a walking milk machine,” she sniffs, chuckling wetly.

“You’re more than that,” he murmurs, coming over to take a seat on the edge of the bed. Anna is breathing slow and deep, suckling occasionally, eyelashes fluttering–milk drunk.

“It’s just…going so fast,” Charlie whispers. “It feels like yesterday she was this tiny little thing. I swear she got bigger in the hours I was away.”

“Yeah,” Joel sighs, all too familiar with the paradox; how all those long nights add up to the blink of an eye. “Yeah…they do that.”

“I’m not ready for her to grow up,” she sighs. “But I guess I don’t have a choice, huh?”

“‘Fraid not. We still have a few years left, though,” he murmurs, reaching up to trace the line of her jaw, catching a stray tear on his thumb. “She’s gonna need us for a while.”

She gives him a sad half-smile and he leans in, lets their lips meet tenderly. He’s shit with words, but this is their language. It’s the one that put them here, after all.

Then there’s a soft whine and a tiny hand smacks his cheek. He breaks the kiss, looks down, finds Anna still latched, scowling up at him.

Charlie laughs, a throaty, lovely sound. “You’re encroaching on her territory.”

“I was here first,” he mumbles, bending down to nuzzle at the baby’s soft, pink cheek. He peppers her with kisses, soaks up the scent of her, fresh shampoo and milk, then pretends to nibble on her fingers until she cackles.

“Little punk,” he says, punctuating the word with a final kiss.

“I notice you didn’t move the crib,” Charlie says, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah, well. Maybe she can stay in here a little longer. ‘Specially if she keeps sleepin’ through the night.”

There’s the creak of an opening door downstairs and a familiar voice calls up.

“S’up assholes? Where’s the party!”

“Be down in a minute, El,” Joel calls over his shoulder before turning back to Charlie, catching her eye. “Sure you’re alright?”

“Go on,” she nods. “We’ll be down soon.”

Joel makes to leave but finds himself lingering at the door, catching one last look before his family’s chaos descends on their home. He points at himself, crosses his fists over his chest, then points to them.

I love you.

Charlie’s slow blink and a smile is all the answer he needs.

He goes downstairs, finds Ellie in the kitchen, investigating the soup bubbling on the stove. Without preamble, he goes over and pulls her into a hug, letting the embrace linger a little longer than usual. She’ll be eighteen in a few months.

It really does go by too fast.

She looks up at him warily when he finally pulls away. “Uhhh, what was that for? Are you dying?”

“Jesus,” he sighs. “No, I ain’t dyin’. Can’t I hug my kid?”

“Hmm, I guess,” she says. “When’s everyone getting here? I’m starving.”

As if on cue, there’s a knock at the front door, the sound of someone letting themselves in.

“Looks like…now,” he sighs. “I’ll finish up here, you greet the crazy train?”

“Roger that.”

Soon the house is full, the sounds of conversation and laughter drifting from the living room as they settle in. Maria and Charlie compare notes on weaning, Tommy and Ellie rag on Joel’s cooking (“I didn’t even make most of it, you assholes”), and the kids only have to be gently separated and redirected a few times.

Later, there’s cake and strawberry ice cream. Isabel helps to blow out the candle while Anna blinks up at everyone, overwhelmed by the sudden audience. She digs into her slice of cake at first tentatively, then with gusto, grabbing fistfuls and stuffing it into her mouth with a pleased humming sound. She opens a few presents with help from Isabel–some board books, a carved wooden brontosaurus to add to her collection of chew toys, a quilt made from clothing scraps.

It’s a humble celebration as most of them are, but it’s theirs.

It’s long past Anna’s bedtime when Tommy, Maria, and Isabel leave. It’s a special day and the baby is in good spirits, so Charlie sets her in the highchair and puts a record on the turntable while the three of them clean up.

Or, Joel and Charlie clean up–Ellie is supposed to be sweeping, but she’s mostly dancing around the kitchen making silly faces. Anything to make the baby laugh. And then she spins one spin too many and crashes into Joel just as he’s rinsing the last of the plates.

“Whoa,” he says, turning and catching her before she crashes to the floor. “Easy, kiddo. Gonna hurt yourself with those two left feet a’ yours.”

“You have two left feet, jerk.”

“Do not. Here,” he says, drying his hands on a towel before holding them out.

“You’re so lame,” she says, but she takes his hands.

“Now–stand on my feet.”

“I’m pretty sure the point of dancing is not to step on your partner’s feet, dude.”

“Just do it.”

“I’m gonna crush you!”

“You won’t, you’re puny,” he teases. “C’mon. Used to do this with Sarah all the time.”

Ellie giggles. “Alright, but don’t fucking blame me if you throw your back out again.”

“Not gonna,” he says. “Ready?”

“Ready,” she grins, carefully stepping onto the tops of his toes. It’s a balancing act, and when they’re finally somewhat stable, he moves, picking up their combined feet in an awkward shuffling crab walk. Soon her giggling devolves into full-on laughter, until she gives up on trying to balance in favor of wrapping her arms around his waist to hold on. Even Charlie has stopped drying the dishes and turned to watch, lips quirked in amusement.

Joel smirks at her over the top of Ellie’s head. “Wanna turn?”

As if on cue, Anna screeches from her highchair, hands stuck straight out in front of her, fingers opening and closing in the universal gesture for gimme.

“Think someone wants to cut in,” he says to Ellie, giving her one last squeeze before she hops off his feet and goes to her sister.

“Alright, crotch goblin. Show us your moves.”

Ellie takes the baby and pretends to fly her through the air before landing her like a rocket ship, complete with fake engine noises, then holds her hands so she can walk over to Joel. He tries to put her feet on his, but she’s too excited, bouncing on the tips of her toes, so he settles for letting her continue to bounce until Joel has to stand up to save his back. He takes her with him, tossing her into the air to the sound of her delighted giggles, again and again, until the giggles turn into belly laughs.

“Dude, she’s gonna puke on you,” Ellie says. “She’s got that look.”

“No she ain’t,” he says, tossing her again for good measure, rewarded with another cackle.

“She is! You said–”

“I’m barely even–”

He’s interrupted by the wet splat of spit-up down the front of his shirt.

There’s a long pause where Joel can only stare at the little girl held out in front of him as she chews on one finger and giggles, unbothered by the mess. Ellie is the first to break the silence, howling with laughter as she collapses against the counter.

“Ain’t that funny,” Joel mutters.

“It really fucking is,” she wheezes, gasping for breath. “Dude, I warned you.”

He glances at Charlie, whose lips are pressed in a hard line, obviously trying to smother her laughter for his sake.

“Oh, go on,” he mutters, handing the baby over. “Take this one. Need to change my damn shirt.”

Upstairs, he strips off his soiled flannel and undershirt, digging through a basket of laundry to find a clean tee. He half-smiles to himself, shaking his head as he finds the little yellow sleeper tucked in the bottom, part of a pile of things ready to go to the trading post. He holds it up, remembering when it was too big, nostalgia flaring bright in his chest.

With a soft huff, carefully folds the sleeper and sets it on top of the pile, glancing at his watch in the process. The face is still shattered, the hands still frozen in time, and suddenly the ache of Anna’s fading babyhood is a welcome one.

The sound of laughter echoes up the stairwell like music, bringing him back. Joel shrugs on a fresh shirt and pauses on the landing, exhaustion and contentment settling over him as he listens to his family.

He grips the watch over his wrist, giving it a light squeeze, then walks downstairs to rejoin them.

[buckyalpine]

Satisfied

18+

Mob!Steve x reader x Bodyguard!Bucky 

This can be read as a stand alone. What started off as a oneshot turned into a final three part piece with our beautiful menaces. 

Craving

Just a Taste 

Warnings: Cuckolding, Breeding kink, pregnancy kink, lactation kink, dom Steve, switch Bucky, Sub reader, so much dirty talking 

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“Ready to take our cocks baby?” 

You were tossed onto the bed while your husband smirked, his best friend beside him with a matching expression, both men ready to utterly ruin you. You could feel your stomach clench, your pussy already making a mess on the sheets watching Steve starting to loosen his tie. 

“You gonna be a good girl for us princess? Listen to everything we tell you to do, make us feel good?” 

“Yes daddy” 

Bucky’s hand went down to palm his aching length, squeezing it at the way you looked up at Steve with pretty doe eyes before your gaze flicked over to him, a whimper slipping past your lips when you watched Bucky rub his erection. 

“Already needy for his cock, hm? Greedy little baby, all it took was one taste and you’re already whining for him to stuff you full?” Steve cupped your face, pulling you down for a fiery kiss, while his other hand worked at his belt and unzipping his pants. You chased more of his lips, your nipples pebbled, skin hot with anticipation, both men still fully clothed while you were bare. 

Bucky’s cock strained against his pants, It was almost painful, hearing your soft whines and whimpers as Steve slipped his tongue into your mouth. He tried to squeeze his length to calm himself down but it was pointless, there was already a prominent wet patch on his pants from where the tip of his cock rested. He watched Steve’s hand come down to rub through your folds, spreading your slick around. Bucky groaned at the sight of your glistening cunt as you spread your legs further, rubbing your clit while Steve stuffed his fingers into your mouth letting you taste yourself. 

There was only so much restraint Bucky had. 

Your eyes grew wide at the deep moan you heard behind Steve to find Bucky with his cock out, his fist working at his length, eyes locked on you. He bit his lip, giving himself slow strokes from the base of his cock, twisting at the head. Steve continued his ministrations, going back to toying with your pussy while he pulled his own cock out. 

“You see what you do to him baby, couldn’t even keep it in his pants” Steve smirked, watching Bucky stroke himself, the head of his length a silky mess. Your husband pulled away, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. 

“Come here and get on your knees sweets” Both men towered over you as you sunk to the floor, looking up at them, their leaky thick cocks hanging above your face. You let your fingers dig into Steve’s thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, moaning at the taste of him, working your tongue in swirls. You took  more of him till your nose was flush against the base, choking and gagging on his length. 

“Look at her, fuck-she’s-oh God she’s perfect” Bucky was already a babbling mess, watching you slobber over your husband, stroking him while you fit as much as you could into your mouth. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty doll” 

Steve grinned proudly, lightly thrusting into your mouth, Bucky’s broken moans making his cock harder combined with your gagging. As gorgeous as you were on your knees for him, his cock twitched at the thought of you putting on a show for him. He shoved his cock deep into your throat, savoring your soft mouth before giving your bodyguard a taste. 

“Suck his cock babygirl” Steve cooed, gently tugging your hair, pulling you off him and guiding you to Bucky’s leaking tip. Bucky’s eyes grew wide as you greedily lapped him up, your hand teaching up to play with Steve’s balls while you wrapped your lips around your husbands best friend. “That’s it pretty girl, give him some nice sloppy head, you dreamed of this didn’t you? Sucking his dick, tasting his balls, my filthy little bitch”  Steve pushed your head all the way down till you choked, tears streaming down your face. Your thighs were sticky with arousal, your hands now clinging around Bucky’s meaty thighs, nose against the dark hair at the base of his cock. Your husband guided your head up and down, while bringing his hand up to jerk his cock at how perfectly slutty you were. 

“Suck it, tell her how much you love it Buck, how much you love my wife on her knees for you with your dick in her mouth. Tell my precious baby how that’s all she’s good for, cockhungry whore” Bucky’s hands replaced Steve’s, carding through your hair as he started to fuck your mouth, his hips already starting to stutter. 

“Your mouth feels good, so-so fucking good baby, think-fuck, I-I think I’m gonna cum” Bucky’s jaw was slack, his balls throbbing. “C’mon, suck-suck my balls baby, get ‘em both in your mouth” You pulled off with a pop, laving at his warm sac, letting your tongue dip to the underside of his balls making him nearly sob in pleasure, “Oh fuck, that’s it, God they’re so fuckin’ full printsessa, suck’em baby, feel how much cum I have for you”

You whined while keeping your mouth full, letting your hands trail between your legs. play with yourself instead. Your eyes rolled back, fluttering closed as you rubbed yourself faster, letting Bucky fuck your mouth, his balls hitting your chin. 

“My poor needy baby, look at her, can’t ever keep her fucking hands to herself, playing with her tingly little button” Steve let out an amused laugh with a hint of a growl in his voice watching you rub your pussy while you sucked your bodyguard, your eyes closed, lost in how good he tasted. You drank every drop of precum, getting sloppy and messy, letting him practically grind his face on you whenever you sucked his balls. “You wanna be filled up with cock, don’t you baby”

You nodded, giving your husband pleading doe eyes; he nodded to Bucky, helping you onto your feet before tossing you over his shoulder and throwing you back onto the large bed. He sat against the headboard, dragging you like a rag doll to straddle his lap, pressing his length against your folds. 

“Daddy, please” You rutted yourself on him, desperate for some type of relief, gasping when the tip of his cock pressed against your soaked cunt. 

“Don’t be a brat, you’ll get all the cock you want” Steve spanked you ass, gripping your hips and sinking you down on his length, moaning with you as he buried himself to the hilt. Bucky couldn’t help himself, kneeling on the bed beside you both, jerking his cock while you started to move, riding your husband. You needed more, your pussy full but your mouth empty, greedily leaning over so you could take Bucky in your mouth, a pornographic moan escaping from his lips, catching him off guard. 

“Oh-oh FUCK baby!” 

“My pretty princess is such a fuckin’ whore” Steve moaned, throwing his head back while you continued to bounce on his cock while gagging and choking all over Bucky, pulling off his length with a pop just to get a taste of his balls again.

“You like those in your mouth, huh baby?”

“Tastes so good Daddy” You gathered the precum off Bucky’s cock, wetting you lips with his arousal before smashing your lips on Steve, letting him get a taste of what you making you so feral. 

“Yeah? You like how he tastes baby? Didn’t realize you were such a cumslut baby, you love cum don’t you?” Steve snarled, thrusting up from underneath you while you let out choked moans, going back to slobbering all over Bucky. He wanted to cum so badly, fill you up but the fucked up part of his brain wouldn’t let him, only wanting to let go once you were utterly fucked out. He pushed you off his cock so you were lying down, beckoning for his best friend to have a turn instead. 

“I wanna see how much of a slut you are baby. This is what you dreamed of, isn’t it princess? My best friend in our bed?” Steve sat against the headboard against the pillows, gripping the base of his length while Bucky crawled on top of you, his heavy cock bobbing between his legs. You whimpered, spreading your legs for him, his length streaking precum onto your tummy. 

“What else did you need pretty baby, you want it fast or slow, you want me to fucking ruin this pussy or make love to you, hm?” Bucky slipped his thumb past your lips, groaning at the way you started to suck, desperate whines making him throb. “Tell us what you want sweets” 

“I-I-

“You what, needy little baby, what does the little princess want” Bucky cooed, kissing up your neck nipping your jaw, his hand stroking your waist. “Spoilt babygirl, thinking of my cock” 

You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist while he groaned, teasing the tip around before slowly pushing himself in you. You moaned for him, digging your heels into his ass till he was all the way in your tummy. He started to rock his hips, grinding and rutting it cock deep in your pussy, a mix of lust and a tinge of envy coursing through his body. 

“F-Fuck, you kept this little slut a secret” He groaned, thinking about all the times he thought you were too sweet, too precious, too innocent to even masturbate to. All the times he hated himself for thinking about his best friends pretty wife, the pretty angel he’d never get to touch, the pretty angel that was letting him now pump his load in her. “You gonna let us pump of full of cum baby?”

“Fill me up Bucky” You slurred out, too fucked out by the stretch of him to care about how needy and desperate you sounded. Steve cocked and eyebrow, watching you mark your bodyguard, dragging your nails across his back, nearly breaking the skin, digging your teeth into his neck. You were so feral for another man, so innocent to the outside world. Fuck he was so lucky. 

“Look at you, moaning for another man in our bed baby, letting him fuck you raw, you feel his cum leaking in you sweets, you letting him make a mess in that tight little pussy?” Steve moaned out, stroking himself faster, watching Bucky pound your pussy, wrecking your body as if he owned it. “You want that baby, want my bestfriends cum in you baby? Say it you fuckin’ slut, say you want another man to cum in you”

“Want-I want his cum daddy!” You cried out while Bucky brought his knee up to fuck you deeper, thrusting into you till the headboard shook. He grunted, sweat beading at his forehead, keeping his face hidden against your neck, utterly lost in how badly he wanted to bust in your pussy. 

“Steve-m’gonna cum-fuck-FUCK” Bucky started to pound you faster, fisting the sheets while his friend let out a breathless chuckle, his own orgasm crawling down his spine watching his wife get railed.

“She’s got you fucked huh? Her pussy makes you never wanna leave-shit” 

“She’s so tight, how-fuck-how are you so tight baby, how the fuck are you taking my cock” Bucky pulled away from the crook of your neck, looking down at where you were both connected, nearly sobbing at the sight of his creamy cock sliding in and out of you, your cunt swallowing his length. “God, I wish you were mine, baby, I never wanna pull out, wanna be in this pussy every. Damn. Day” His hips slammed into you with each word, his balls growing heavier. 

“Hear that princess, you like that?” Steve tucked some of the stray hair away from your face, your teary eyes gazing up at him. Your needy whiny whimpers just made it more difficult for either men to hold off much longer. 

“Princess, can’t-I can’t hold it-m’gonna cum sweets, m’gonna fuckin’ bust in you”

“Want your cum James!” That was all he had to hear, thrusting and fucking you with abandon while Steve shoved his cock into your mouth, both men using you while you were a teary soaked mess. 

“Oh fuuckk babygirl, you’re gonna get it baby, I promise, every fuckin’ drop till my balls are empty, m’gonna cum in you till I can drink your milk” Bucky smirked at the low growl he heard from Steve, fucking you harder, faster, both men going higher and higher. “Gonna get you so fuckin full of me, these tits are gonna be leaking for days baby, you’re gonna feed all of us, yeah?”

You nodded, letting out a muffled moan, feeling your husbands cock harden in your mouth. Bucky dipped his head down to latch onto your breast, sucking your nipple until it was sore and swollen. 

“This is how you’re gonna feed us, huh princess, gonna feed us so fuckin’ good when you’re leaking with milk” Bucky moaned around your nipple, tugging it between his teeth while you mewled, squeezing his cock in your pussy. “Yeah, you gonna feed our baby, then feed your baby daddy? When daddy gets all hungry for mama’s sweet milk?”

“Gonna-fuck-gonna feed you James!”

Steve grinned, watching your eyes roll back at those words, he could tell you were so close, so fucking close. He tilted your face to meet his eyes, cooing at the way your clung onto Bucky. 

“You gonna let him get you pregnant in our bed sweets? What about when you’re all swollen and round babygirl, all pretty and pregnant? You think he’s gonna take his eyes off you?” Steve smirked, knowing how protective Bucky was over you. “We’ll-we’ll be gentle sweets, don’t worry, he’s gonna take care of his little princess and her sensitive little button when you can’t reach over your belly” 

“Mmmm,-hng- don’t-just shut the fuck up-” Bucky gritted, struggling not to cum, Steve’s words making him absolutely feral, picturing you pregnant. 

“Don’t what, you don’t think she’ll look so pretty with that perfect belly all round, too swollen to even take care of herself”

“Oh god”

“Begging for someone to play with her down there when she’s all needy”

“Sh-shit” 

“You think my slutty little wife won’t beg for your cock if I’m not home to take care of her? You know how needy and full she’s gonna get, she’s gonna feed us so good, Fuck-she’s such a whore, my fucking perfect little whore-oh SHITTT” Steve threw his head back, his hips lifting off the bed as he shot cum onto your face, painting your face with his cream. 

“Steve-I-fuck, gonna fill her with my cum, theres-fuck baby theres so much, m’sorry, s’too much princess, m’gonna make sucha mess in your pussy, gonna ruin your fuckin’ sheets-Take-fuck-take it, I’M CUMMING IN HER, FUCKK”

“Cum in my wife, fucking cum in her, give my little slut all the cum he wants” 

“I’M GONNA GET YOU PREGNANT BABY, TAKE ALL MY CUM” Bucky roared against your neck, his hand flying to the head board, letting it splinter under his grip as he stilled, his cock bursting with cum. You cried out with him as your own orgasm clenched around his cock making him shudder, everything around you a dull buzz, spots clouding your vision. 

You felt like you were floating, too fucked out to register the warm cloth that grazed your skin or the cool lotion that was being rubbed onto your body. You only faintly felt the soft kisses that were peppered onto your body, whispers of what a good girl you were between praises of how much you were adored exchanged between Steve and Bucky.  

You yawned, letting out a content sigh, feeling the warmth from your husband on one side, your bodyguard on the other, both men wrapping a protective arm around you. 

“Rest up lil mama, you need it” 

They didn’t see the little playful smile that curved on your lips at the feel of their still semi hard cocks; a nap would be a good idea before the rest of the night continued.

“Sleep well, babygirl” 

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[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“blooper reels with my baby love”

A/N: the wife @strang3lov3 demanded (endearingly) for Joel and baby love to have silly fun sex, and silly fun sex they shall have! If you ain’t gigglin’ and tootin’ in the bedroom, then tf are you doin’, baby love? 🤭

~word count: 1.8k~ (don’t ask…just smile and nod)

Summary: sex isn’t always sexy and blooper free, baby love.

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: none, fluff, smut, domestic intimacy, real sex, amateur porn video, normal bodily functions, bloopers, established relationship, unprotected piv, flirting, teasing, intimacy, creampie, cock warming, mommy kink??, Joel is in his 40’s and reader is in her 30’s, reader has no physical descriptions (mentions of readers breasts being big) readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!

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Everything that could have possibly gone amiss during yours and Joel’s filming session for the day went wrong. It started with the UPS delivery driver giving Joel a funny look when he had to sign for a box that was clearly from Pornhub due to the painfully obvious black and orange packing tape.

What made the situation even more awkward is that the driver looked at Joel’s face for a hard minute, trying to decipher if he had seen his face somewhere…and then Joel watched the driver grow flustered at the realization that he did in fact see Joel’s face somewhere before.

But before Joel could even tell the poor guy to have a nice day, he was scurrying back to his truck and speeding off down the street.

“Amateur.” Joel mumbled to himself, chuckling under his breath and closed the door before locking it. He set the box down on the nearest available surface and headed upstairs.

He found you naked, and sprawled out on the comforter with Artemis curled up on your chest, using your breasts as her own little personal pillow while you gently stroked her fur.

“I think the UPS delivery driver has watched our stuff before, baby love.” Joel announced from the opening of the bedroom door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his bare chest.

You glanced over at him, grin playing on your lips as you listened to Artemis’s happy little purrs. “Oh? What gave the poor guy away?”

He pushed himself off the side of the doorframe, making his way over to the bed and plopped down beside you, making himself comfortable on his stomach and propped himself up on his elbow, “Well, I think it had to do with the non discreet packaging that Pornhub decided to use, and the way he was lookin’ at me?” He reached across you with his freehand and gave Artemis a few scritches behind her ears.

You giggled softly, picturing the poor delivery driver's face when he realized that he had seen your boyfriend on the hub before. “Was the packaging discreet at all? Did you open it?”

“Nah. They had the Pornhub orange and black tape plastered all over the damn box. And no, I didn’t open it. Didn’t wanna waste another second when I knew that my baby was waitin’ for me. M’shocked I didn’t get a hard on jus’ thinkin’ of ya down there, baby love.”

You laughed again, reaching over and gently swatted at his bare shoulder. “You’re a dork, Joel. And an insatiably horny one at that.”

He snorted under his breath, shaking his head with a grin. “Well, can ya blame a guy? Got the most gorgeous woman laid out in my sheets. You best believe that my cock is always ready for you.”

“Joel!” You scolded him, covering Artemis’s ears with one hand, “Not in front of our child!”

He laughed, the skin around his eyes crinkling in the corners as he threw his head back, giggling like the buffoon he was. “Baby love, that ain’t even the worst she’s ever heard from us! She’ll be fine.” He reassured you.

“She’s still a child, Joel.” You said with a huff, kissing the top of her furry head.

“Yes, she is, and unfortunately our child is gonna have to leave the premises now unless she wants to be scarred for life.” He said playfully.

“Well, I’m not gonna move her. You see how comfy she is right now? She’s in heaven.”

He snickered, “yeah, well no shit sherlock. She’s using your tits as her own personal pillow. Don’t worry, baby love. I ain’t jealous or anything.”

“Uh-huh. Sure you’re not feeling jealous right now Joel.”

“I ain’t!” He reiterated in a non convincing tone, and as soon as he reached for Artemis to gently lift her from where she was laying on your chest, she hissed and swatted at his hand with her paw.

“Hey!” He softly yelled, “I know her tits are like two fluffy clouds for ya, but there’s no swatting at me, young lady!” He scolded her as if she truly was able to understand what he was saying.

She hissed and swatted at him once more before she dashed out of his reach, ducking right under the bed before he could grab ahold of her.

You were in a fit of giggles over the whole thing until he looked over at you with a narrowed glare, lips pouted and looking extra kissable. “Think that’s funny, do ya?” He scoffed, “I’ll show you funny, baby love.”

When you and Joel finally got to business after messing around with one another for nearly an hour, he was having camera issues and of course the damn ring light stopped working halfway through!

This resulted in Joel fiddling with the switch, checking the wall outlet and adapter while you kept yourself stimulated. He looked rather silly being hunched over, balls hanging heavy between his thighs, muttering under his breath when the ring light still wasn’t working.

“Damn, baby. If only you could see my view from here!” You said teasingly with your hand between your spread thighs. He looked over his shoulder at you, narrowing his eyes and shook his head. “When I fix this damn thing, you are toast, baby love.” His threat was playful, but you knew he was dead serious.

“…If you ever fix it, that is.” You added.

“Hush up over there. I’m gonna fix it, dontcha worry your pretty little mind or pussy about it.” He gruffed out, giving the side of the ring light a firm smack! (As if that was going to fix it)

By some miracle, Joel smacking the shit out of it actually did work and he wasn’t going to waste another second before he practically launched himself back on the bed like a big cat pouncing on its prey. You’re both a mess of tangled lips, tongues and moans when he slips back inside of your messy cunt with ease.

The obscene squelching sounds your pussy made around his cock, and each heavy, deep thrust of his hips, spurred him on further as he withdrew his cock halfway. The thick, veiny girth of his cock was coated in a thick ring of your milky arousal gleaming under the soft glow of the ring light. He took a lungful of air, gearing up to give you his all: the grand finale as he slammed his hips forward, punching his cock into your cunt with a force that nearly knocked the own air from your lungs, eyes rolling back slightly when the head of his cock kissed your cervix, keening your hips to meet his deep thrust. And then you hear it. The sound is unmistakable, and the sudden growing redness on Joel’s already flushed cheeks confirms that you’re not having an auditory hallucination.

“Did you just…?” Your question hangs heavy in the heady, sex stained air.

His brows are furrowed together, sweat beading along the ridges on his forehead. He lets out a huff of air, cheeks turning an even brighter red. His head hangs between his shoulders in shame, and it’s hard for you to suppress the giggles from slipping past your lips.

“‘Scuse me, baby love.” He wheezes out an apology just as Artemis lets out the faintest gagging sound from the smell and darts out from under the bed and immediately runs to the door, slipping past the small opening in a successful escape.

You thread your fingers through the back of his hair, pulling him down so your faces are close together, “better out than in, ain’t that right?” You said with a giggle, rubbing your noses together.

He goes all bashful, cheeks still flushed red as you pepper his face with adorning kisses, “you fucked it outta me, baby love. My bad. ‘Scuse me again.” He grumbled.

“Baby, I don’t care that you farted. It’s natural, and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, but you need to make me come, otherwise I’m gonna have to do it myself.”

“Oh, heavens! I can’t! Not after that! I’m so embarrassed right now, baby love. You’re just gonna have to continue without me.” He said dramatically, burying his face into your neck.

“Oh, baby. There, there. How about you roll over, and I’ll ride you the rest of the time? You can just lay there and look extra pretty for me.” You suggested.

You could feel his lips curve up into a grin against your glistening skin where he began to press light open mouthed kisses. “Okay. That’ll work, baby love.” He said in agreement.

What kinda man would he be if he turned down getting to see your pretty tits bounce while you rode his cock? Only fools would turn down that opportunity! Joel may have been a little embarrassed from passing a bit of gas, but he was no fool.

So, that’s how you ended up seated on his cock, giving him the perfect view that men dreamed of experiencing with you, but would never have the chance to. But of course your boyfriend was still feeling bashful over the whole incident and refused to look you in the eyes as you rode him. He brought his arms crossed over his face, hiding his eyes from your view until you had enough and grabbed his wrists in your palms, pinning them on either side of his head.

“Hey, you’re gonna look me in the eyes right now, or you don’t get to come.” You warned him. And between your stern tone, and his wrists clasped in your hands, he was in absolute sub heaven.

“Okay, mommy.” He said in his best sub voice.

You both burst into a mess of giggles, unable to take the moment seriously as you gently fell on top of his chest, tears welling in the corner of your eyes from how hard you were laughing. “Oh my god! Of course Tommy is the one with the daddy kink, and you’re the one with the mommy kink!”

Joel was mortified as he buried his face between your tits, hoping they would suffocate him and put him out of his misery.

“Shuddup. I didn’t say that! I never—okay, so it slipped. Big deal!” He scoffed between your breasts, blowing a light raspberry against your soft skin. “For the record, we are not uploading this.”

“Oh, fuck off! We absolutely have to upload this, Joel. We’ll title it, ‘blooper reels with my baby love’. And people will eat that shit up!”

He let out a strained groan, burying his face further into your breasts. “Fine.” He gave in, wrapping his strong arms around you, hugging you tightly to him before he thrusted upwards into your spent cunt with no given warning. “Only after you come all over my fuckin’ cock, baby love.”

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[emperor-palpaminty]

in which ghost and the hot doctor make out on the desk. sorry. this bitch keeps getting injured so it makes sense he would get in contact with the doctor a lot. Mentions sex stuff but not NWFS. Still gonna rate it 18+.

Edit: part 2 is here! Minors DNI. Smut hehe

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"You're all set, Riley." The doctor said, handing him his shirt. "Back to basic exercises and training starting tomorrow- no sparring for a week." The doctor, or Doc, he was told to call her- stood back, watching him unroll the fabric. "I have to admit, I'll miss the view." She teased, her loose medical coat swaying with the movement.

Ghost chuckled, lips smiling under the pushed-up mask. "You will now, won't ya?"

Doc hummed in mild agreement, gaze flickering in interest as her eyes drifted up to his jaw. "How's the stitches here?" She reached up, fingers a fluttering sensation over his face.

"Fine." Ghost tilted his head away, eyes following Doc's face. It was rounded, sweet, with a sinfully plump mouth and intelligent eyes. Her fingers moved over his skin, around the stitches- she was prodding it, gently, testing the area. "Good thing women like scars, innit, doc?"

She grinned, fingers turning, her knuckles stroking his jaw now. "Mm. I can vouch for myself, Ghost." She stepped away, picking up the clipboard, eyes still on him as he rolled the shirt onto his body. Plenty of touches had come from her end- some beyond what Ghost believed a regular medical examination typically called for.

"Tell me, doc." Ghost leaned forward on his knees, sliding off the examination table. "You flirt with all your patients?"

Doc looked up at him from looking at his chart. She smiled, brows cocking at the challenge as her eyes slid down his body. "Only the pretty ones, LT."

Ghost licked his lips, once, glancing back at the door. He slowly looked back towards the doctor, who watched him with eager eyes. His cock twitched- he would have been lying if he hadn't thought about her in every sense of the word 'carnal'. He shifted towards her, tilting his head. She sucked in a breath as if surpressing a sound, turning away from her desk. "Doc, seems like we finished a little early." He stepped towards her, slowly, walking at a leisurely pace.

She leaned back on her desk and dropped the chart behind her, eyes meeting his. "We did."

Ghost walked until he was inches in front of her, hands moving and pressing on the desk, either side of her.

Trapped.

Her eyes flashed up to his, a smile curling on the bright red lips. "You wear that lipstick for me, doc?" Ghost's finger ran under her chin, tilting it back to look up at him.

With a manner that was anything but bedside (more like, in the bed already), Doc looped a finger in the belt on his waist and tugged him in, eyes skimming what she could see of his face. "Depends. If you wanted me to, then yes."

"And if I didn't?" He craned his neck down, breath fanning over her face.

The sultry smile slipped into a sly one. "Then I would say you're wrong about that."

"Good sense, doc." Ghost leaned down, mouth crashing over hers. He stepped into her, pinning the back of her thighs to the desk. Doc's arms moved up, grasping his shirt, his mask, feeling him. Ghost groaned into the kiss, grinding his hips forward, just once, hard enough to get a preview of a moan from her against his mouth. She tasted sweet, foreign, but like want.

Ghost pulled away, reaching a hand up and brushing away at the lipstick, smudged now on her chin. He hummed in approval and stepped away. "What time?"

"Six."

"Done." Ghost called back, stepping out into the hall as he pulled his mask down. He grinned under it, pacing quickly towards the showers.

He had another doctor's appointment to get ready for. Albiet not of a medical nature.

[jacaerysgf]

So i was thinking about enemies to lovers jacaerys x ftm!reader like they know each other since they were kids but they're always fighting/competing with each other and then someone from their school throw a party and they got very drunk and ended up fucking (ofc jace teases the hell out of him)

a.n: literally pure filth, enjoy ! can be read as gn! but it is intended to be m! just a little drabble

w.c: 800+

c.w under cut

masterlist - requests open

c.w: bottom!also kinda mean but sub!reader, mean? dom!top!jace, college au, barely any plot, teasing, slut shaming, anal (implied), anal fingering, anal eating (implied), male masturbation (kinda?),slight breeding kink i guess ? rivals to lovers(?)/fwb? can be interpreted either way, not proofread

“Always knew you were a fucking slut.”

You don’t even remember how you ended up here. You and jace have always had a sort of rivalry. Ever since you met you two never really got along, you were civil when you needed to be, but any chance you would get you two would exchange insults.

“When are the two of you gonna fuck already?” You remember looking at your friend with confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“Are you kidding me? The hate fucking you guys would have is insane.”

“You say that like you didn't just have your tongue up my ass.” You feel a harsh slap against your ass cheeks and you whimper. “Shut the fuck up slut.”

“Make me you piece of shit.” He says nothing in return. You don’t see what he’s doing, laying on your stomach makes it near impossible to look at him, you hear some wet sounds before you suddenly feel a finger slip into your hole and moan.

“You were too fucking ready for that, what a fucking whore.” No sounds leave your mouth other than hushed moans as he begins to pump his finger in and out. “Now you wanna be quiet huh? you were running your mouth earlier what happened?” You can hear the fake concerned voice and you can even imagine the pout on his face as he mocks you.

“Please.” He shoves a second finger in and moves so his face is right next to your ear, managing to catch your teary eyes, “Awe,” He wipes a tear from you face but the look he gives you shows he doesn't care, “Look at you, so cute.”

“Fuck you.” You manage to cry out and you watch his jaw clench and he tsks at you. “Seems like nobody taught you how to show some respect.” Suddenly his fingers are ripped out of you and you whine, wiggling your ass in his direction to get him to put them back in.

He slaps your ass, “Stop fucking whining,” He flips you around and he’s suddenly straddling you, holding his cock in his hands, “you need to be punished so you’re gonna sit there and watch.”

You stare at him, trying to keep your eyes off his dick as he begins to stroke himself, his eyes closing as he begins to moan. “Fuck.” No matter how much squirming and whining you do he does not let up, continuing to force you watch him pleasure himself while you’re withering in pain from how turned on you are.

“jace,,,” “shut up, im fucking close.”

He has you laying on your hands so you can’t even reach up and grab him. “I’m sorry jace please.” He just laughs and shakes his head, continuing to jerk himself off. “Now you wanna be sorry right? right as im about to cum, awe are you upset im not cumming in you?”

He grabs your jaw with one hand and forces you to look him, “What you want that? You want me to stuff you full?” You nod as best you can and you try to see his facial expression through your blurry teary eyes.

You see him come closer into view until his lips press against yours, unlike how he has been treating you he kissed you softly. Both of his hands move to cup your cheeks, you can feel him smiling against your lips and as he pulls back he wipes some of the tears off your face.

“You good?” His voice is softer than it had been before, clearly checking in on you. Your heart swells at his actions and you nod. “Yes, i promise, im good.” He hums and pecks your lips one more time before he gets off you and harshly turns you over and pulls your hips up and a hand comes down to force your chest against the bed.

You can’t help but feel slightly humiliated at the position but you can think about that right as his fingers rub around your hole. “You’re so cute.”

“Saying that to my ass?” “What? She’s cute, look at her puckering at my fingers.” “My ass is a she?” “To make you feel better ill say my dick is also a she.” “Fuck you.”

Apparently in that time you were chatting he had lubed up his dick and began to stick the head of his dick inside you, “I'm fucking trying to.”

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