#Sweetheart Pretty Cure

[dreamnotefancures]

Remember my first Fanseries Sweetheart Pretty Cure?

Since I started that fanfic back in late 2015-early 2016 it’s in need of a re-write! So that’s what I’m doing at the moment.

Technically it’s not a re-write, but I’m adding and editing scenes from the fanfic as well as removing a chapter or 2 (the “filler” episode chapters).

I’m not gonna delete the old version on AO3 until every chapter gets Re-written and edited by my beta readers. I may do the same with my other Fanseries but I feel like they just need editing and that’s it.

Also I’ll be posting the full chapters on here then the links. You might see links disappear from this blog, but don’t worry they’ll be here to fully read then being re-directed to a link.

[dreamnotefancures]

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Thank you so much!! Also guys please check out @gigilefache they are amazing, sweet and very creative!!

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This is their Precure oc Maki. She was very fun to draw!

[zukoromantic]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure, Pretty Cure Series

Relationships: Battamonda/Original Characters, Battamonda/Caprikon

Characters: Battamonda (Pretty Cure), Original Characters (Pretty Cure), Caprikon (Pretty Cure)

Summary: Battamonda and Caprikon have been hooking up since the system of the Undergu Empire changed. Battamonda asks if he can take a dominant role for once. Caprikon agrees to this new experience... Despite her reservations.

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That's right baby, spin posted smutfic is finally real. Target audience is me and @ai-higurashi specifically.

The OC, Caprikon, is hers! We're mentally ill about her and the other Undergus. I need her and Battamonda carnally, that's why the fic happened!

Intro post for Caprikon:

And here is her current design reference:

Ai is probably also about to post a fanart of this fic, so keep an eye out for that if you're interested :)

[semiloml]

cw: backshots, size kink kinda?, overstimulation, manhandling, cockdrunk!reader, aftercare, lmk if I missed anything!!

Daichi had been patient. Too patient.

But now? Now he was done holding back.

“You wanna act like a fuckin’ tease all day?” His voice was low, rough against your ear, his grip firm as he bent you over the bed, one large hand pressing into the dip of your spine. “Now you wanna run? Ain’t happenin’, baby.”

you weren’t trying to run. not really. You just hadn’t expected him to snap like this. The shift from your sweet, composed Daichi to this rough, possessive version of him had your head spinning—and your pussy throbbing.

you whimpered, pressing your cheek against the mattress as his thick fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place.

“Daichi—”

“Nah, sweetheart.” His grip tightened, his other hand reaching up, wrapping around the back of your neck. “You wanted to push me? You fuckin’ got me.”*

the first thrust of his hips knocked the breath from your lungs.

“Ohhh, fuck—!”

His cock stretched you open, thick and deep, pressing right up against your cervix, and you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“M mh, yeah—fuckin’ knew it,” Daichi groaned, rolling his hips slow, deep, making you feel every inch of him. “Knew this tight little pussy could take me.”

You clenched around him desperately, thighs trembling, barely able to catch your breath before he snapped his hips forward again.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoed through the room—wet, filthy, obscene.

“You hear that?” He gritted out, his pace quickening, each thrust harder, rougher. “That’s me owning this fuckin’ pussy. That’s you…” He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp snap of his hips, making you cry out. “..gettin’ fucked proper.”

Your vision blurred, your nails clawing at the sheets, desperate to ground yourself as he ruined you.

“Fuck, ‘m so deep—feels so fuckin’ good—” Your voice was a broken, needy mess, slurred with pleasure, and Daichi let out a dark chuckle.

“Yeah? That’s all it takes to turn you into my dumb little fucktoy?”

You moaned, the filth of his words making heat coil even tighter in your belly.

“You love it, huh?” He growled, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, dragging a sob from your throat. “Love bein’ bent over and fucked like this? Love takin’ it from behind while my balls slap against this pretty little pussy?”

“Y-yes—fuck, Daichi—!”

“That’s right,” he grunted, one hand sliding up, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to arch your spine. “So fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. My perfect little fuckin’ mess.”

Your walls fluttered around him, pleasure crashing through you as your orgasm hit, your body shaking beneath him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groaned, his thrusts turning erratic, desperate, his fingers digging into your waist. “Ohhh, fuck—gonna cum so deep, baby—gonna fill this perfect little cunt up—”

His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, his cock pulsing as he came with a low, guttural groan.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the room was his heavy breathing, the sticky press of your bodies, the mess between your thighs.

Then, finally, his grip softened.

“Shit, baby,” he muttered, leaning down, pressing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. “You okay?”

You hummed weakly, still trying to catch your breath, and he chuckled, rubbing soothing circles into your hips, massaging the spots where his fingers had bruised you.

“Lemme clean you up, sweetheart,” he murmured, his lips trailing up to your ear, pressing another gentle kiss there. “Then I’ll make it up to you.”

You shivered, already knowing that making it up to you meant another round.

And you weren’t complaining.

AUTHOR‘S NOTE: is the cure to female loneliness receiving backshots??😣 ANYWAY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!! CURRENTLY WORKING ON THEM

[dreamnotefancures]

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[fairy-angel222]

Nanami’s morning voice always gets you horny. It’s so deep with the perfect amount of raspiness.

So when he whispers to you good morning, you fold immediately. Your stomach fluttering as his words go straight to your core. Letting out a hum of acknowledgment before snuggling into his chest, not so discreetly rutting against his thigh in need.

Nanami chuckled, hand cupping your cheek to lift your face to his. His lips only ghosting over yours as you look up at him with a whimper. “Kento..”

“I know, my poor girl’s so needy already hmm? Like the sound of my voice that much sweetheart?” He ran his hand over your hair soothingly, a small smile on his face when you nodded with the softest of whines. Your hips rolling into his for any sort of contact.

You moaned when your clit brushed against his bulge. Allowing Nanami to run his thumb lovingly over your cheeks and then your lips. Slipping it between them so it was settled on your tongue, groaning to himself when your eyes fluttered shut with a sigh. Your tongue swirling around his finger as you sped up the desperate movement of your hips.

“You’re so adorable when you get like this you know.” He grunted, watching you drool as you clung onto him. His free hand reaching down your shorts to rub sweetly at your clit. “Don’t worry baby,” He husked, bringing his lips to your ear with a hum. “I’m gonna make my girl feel so much better.”

You mewled, blinking hazily up at him when his thick fingers dipped inside you. Curling up exactly where you needed them. “Do you want that sweetheart? Want me to cure that needy ache down here?” Your pussy clenched tightly with a whiny cry at the mere sound of his voice in your ear. A shiver raking through your body as you gave him a nod. “Mhm, wan’ it so bad.”

Who was he to tell his girl no? Finding yourself under his warm body with his hips rolling up into yours. Soft babbles and moans falling past your lips as you pulled his broad body close. Each of his lewd whispers sending shocks through your body as you trembled underneath him.

Your toes curled when he reaches to rub at your clit. “You like that sweet girl? Like being stuffed this early in the morning,” he rasped, your mind flooding with nothing but the sound. Letting out a cry as your body rocked back and forth with his thrusts. “Look so pretty under me, so pretty when you’re taking my cock.”

You couldn’t take it. Him in your ear mixed with his cock fucking you deep, it was all too perfect. Nails scratching down his back as your noises got louder. Feeling yourself being brought closer and closer to the edge as he pressed tiny kisses to your delicate neck.

“C’mon sweetheart.. you wanted it bad right? Let go f’ me.” He groaned, watching as you crumbled beneath him in a fit of cries. Pussy spasming being gushing messily onto his cock

“Good girl.. that’s it.” He dragged out, slowly coming to a stop to pump you full of his cum before the day started.

[gojosnympho]

this is so deeply unserious but sometimes being ridiculous is good for the soul! i hope you enjoy this silly ass short.

“cock or dick?” you asked wooyoung whilst you both were in the kitchen. you were leaned against the island and he was preparing food for dinner.

he stopped chopping, “what?” he asked looking away from the cutting board at you.

“do you prefer calling it a cock or a dick?”

“you’re asking me what i prefer to call my penis?” he asked in disbelief and all you did was nod at him. “i don’t know i guess i haven’t really thought about it.”

“you usually say dick when we’re fucking,” you acknowledged. “like you’ll say ‘take this dick’ or something like ‘does my dick feel good?’ but you say cock too sometimes!”

wooyoung was dumbfounded. he laid the knife down on the cutting board and folded his arms over his chest.

you continued, “cock is such a harsh word. i don’t like it personally. but i like when you say it because with your accent it doesn’t sound as harsh. dick sounds better, more appealing, ya know?”

“why do you always have to be so weird, sweetheart?” wooyoung asked you with a laugh. “but i like calling it a dick more. like ‘come here and suck my dick’.”

his words made a shiver run down your spine. you almost hoped he didn’t notice the way you’d gotten quiet but of course he did. you’re his baby. so of course he took advantage. he walked closer to you and hooked his index finger beneath your chin.

“you’re shy now?” he asked you. he was staring at you so intensely that you had to look away but he used the hand that was already on your chin to turn your head back toward him. “you weren’t shy when you were using those words.”

“i was just curious,” you told him.

“well how about i put my dick in that pretty pussy so i can cure your curiosity?”

[reignpage]

WRITTEN WORKS

Non-smau works of various lengths and themes Mostly of JJK Happy reading.

Gojo Satoru

The Other series

The Other Man + The Other Woman + The Other Side

In which your husband loses his memory and forgets you

Star-crossed series

Finders Keepers Lights Show Movie Night ★ Bubble Bubble ★

In which alien!reader crash lands in front of Gojo and your life with him begins all while, slowly but surely, learning what it takes to be human

Dog-Eat-Dog World ★

In which you are dating Siberian husky hybrid!Gojo

Pathetic piner

In which Gojo is a little simp

Whisking it all I II ★

In which Aspiring pâtissier!Gojo is your pastry class rival

Spread 'em ★

In which you peg Gojo

Geto Suguru

Best Friends Forever ★

In which you and your bff indulge in feelings you definitely shouldn't

The Best Kind of Remedy ★

In which herbalist boyfriend, Geto, has just the thing to cure your ailments

Choso Kamo

So Mean! ★

In which you just can't help but tease your boyfriend during sexy time

Help me step bro! ★

In which there are new additions to your family and one of them is irresistibly hot and he has his eyes on you

Best roommate ever ★

In which your roommate is a massive pervert

Night crawler ★

In which your boyfriend sleepwalks

Toji Fushiguro

Just a Quick Stop

In which you always knew it wasn't a lasting thing

Give it to me ★

In which he gives it to you good

Sweet Revenge ★

In which your husband and your sister are horrible people and single dad!toji is here to help you out in more ways than one

Lying to himself

In which your boyfriend claims he won't miss you when you're away for work

Working hard

In which you're not a great gym buddy

In Sheep's Clothing ★

In which wolf hybrid!toji shows up at your door during a rough snowstorm 20k

Big Stretch ★

In which chiropractor!toji meets a pretty client he can't help but want to loosen up a little more than others

She's Crazy But She's Mine ★

In which everyone wonders why hockey player!Toji is dating weird girl!reader

Nanami Kento

Hauntings we don't face

In which there's a ghost in your house

First friend

In which your daughter has an imaginary friend

Bear Necessities ★

In which you are married to brown bear hybrid!Nanami

When the night changes

In which Nanami realises you've become a part of his life (pre-relationship)

Sew it begins I II ★

In which Tailor!Nanami has taken a liking towards a new client

Bottoms-up ★

In which your husband lets you peg him

Husband!Nanami series

Birthday Boy Bath time ★ Mornings Missing you Office-r! ★ Rest Up Doctor's Orders ★ Cravings ★ Baby brain Dad bod Loss Clogged ★ First words

Non-linear slice of life fics of husband!nanami and his wife

Sukuna Ryomen

College student!Sukuna 1:03: first kiss 2:35: late night cravings 21:47: his dirty secret ★ 18:05: locked folder ★ 20:38: rainy days ★ 9:35: what's the rush? ★ 23:54: three's a crowd ★ 13:04: cancelled classes ★

In which he's both a pervert and a sweetheart (kinda but not really at all) to his little college friend!reader in a modern au

Sukuna in Wonderland ★

In which you're on a quest with your rival and you both have to deal with the freakiness of this world 17.2k

You've Ghost to be Kidding ★

In which you've moved into a new home and right into the arms of a horny ghost

A Cursed Series

Encounter Mercy Forest

In which you find yourself bound to dragon!sukuna

Good God he's huge

In which you recount all the silly goofy ways Sukuna uses his true form against you

Shoko Ieiri

No Rest For The Wicked ★

In which you and your girlfriend tire each other out

Multi-Character

His Loss, Their Gain

In which you get stood up and they step up for you (pre-relationship)

Munchkins ★

In which the jjk men eat pussy

Perverts ★ Perverts II (dead dove do not eat) ★

In which the jjk men are different kinds of perverts (pre-relationship) + (established relationship)

A man's place ★

In which you have a 3sum with Utahime and Shoko, leaving Satoru out

Slumber

In which the men react to you being in a coma

Their fantasies ★

In which the jjk men think about their deepest desires

Miscallaenous

COD Konig ❥ Restrained Beast ★ Simon Riley ❥ Homecoming ★

[astraljedi]

Fresh Out The Slammer (Frank Castle Imagine)

Summary: Frank Castle has been the only consistent man in your life and even though there were certain times he wasn’t in the picture, his presence somehow lingered into all of your relationships. There wasn’t a cure for a man like him, and you didn’t need one. 

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of harassment (not to reader), some violence, curse words, SMUT, Oral (M recieving), P in V. Use protection my loves

Word Count: 2.6k

Song: Fresh Out The Slammer by Taylor Swift

A/N: This will be officially my first published work for Frank Castle that was requested. Let me know what you think and some feedback would be appreciated.

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Fresh out the slammer I know who my first call will be to

“Did he ever really know you?” Karen asks, handing me a glass of wine.

I shrug, grasping the chilled glass. “It was always his place, his friends, his favorite restaurants. He never made the effort to be in my life.”

Devin was my ex—a trust fund, high-maintenance brat who didn’t have “struggle” or “debt” in his vocabulary. We were an odd pair, but somehow, we lasted long enough to make it miserable. I cared for him but didn’t love him like I thought.

“I’m sorry I neglected our friendship. I shouldn’t have put up with someone like that just for those rare sweet moments,” I say, grabbing her hand. “You guys told me countless times. I just couldn’t see it until recently.”

“I never stopped being in your corner. I never will.” Karen smiles, squeezing my hand in reassurance.

“Thank you.” I try to keep my tears at bay as I sip my wine.

“If you want to change the subject, I get it. But you never told me about the night at the restaurant."

I throw my head back with a groan, sinking deeper into Karen’s comfy couch. “You should’ve seen Frank’s face when he realized it was me in that alley.”

A few months ago

I stormed through the restaurant’s back door, slipping into a horrid-smelling alley. “Fuck.” I swore, running my hands through my hair, ruining its perfectly styled state.

“Why do you always act so absurd around my friends? That was uncalled for.” Devin shouted as he followed me out.

“Uncalled for? He was harassing the waitress, Devin. She looked uncomfortable.”

“It’s none of our business.” He stepped closer, his body hovering over my small, shivering frame.

“I’m not going to stay quiet when I see him—or your friends—harassing a girl who clearly didn’t want to be touched or spoken to like that.” I stared straight into his angry eyes.

He grabbed my arm, yanking me forward. I gasped, his sudden, bruising grip catching me off guard.

“You should learn to keep your mouth shut. Sit there and look pretty—that’s all you’re good for. You might’ve just ruined one of my biggest deals because you can’t look away for once.”

“Fuc—”

My words were cut off as I was ripped from Devin’s grasp, and he was slammed against the brick wall.

“You don’t talk to a woman like that.” A rough, familiar voice growled.

Frank.

Frank fucking Castle.

“Let him go, Frank. Please.” It was not like I didn’t want Devin to get what he deserved, because I didn’t want to add more to the growing and already heated argument.

Devin wasn’t worth it—not anymore.

Frank glanced over his shoulder, his forearm pinning Devin against the filthy wall. “Sweetheart?” The moment his eyes landed on mine, his face completely shifted. His eyes scanned me, making sure I wasn’t hurt.

“He’s not worth it.”

Devin struggled to push Frank away, but his strength was nothing compared to Frank’s. Frank rolled his eyes and shoved him back aggressively. “I suggest you learn how to treat a woman.”

“Devin, don’t—”

But Devin was already swinging.

Frank caught his fist in midair. Devin was slammed to the ground in seconds, his suit jacket tearing on impact. Like the coward he was, he scrambled to his feet and scurried back into the restaurant.

“That better not be your boyfriend.” Frank huffed, his eyes raking over me. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn’t look at him. If I did, I’d melt.

“Sweetheart.” He reached for me. 

I stepped back.

It was always the same with us. A never-ending cycle. We’d find each other, crash into one another, then fall apart. Again and again.

“I’m not your sweetheart,” I whispered. “You made sure of that, Frank.”

I turned my back on him and walked away.

He didn’t stop me. 

He never did.

Karen’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Has he called you?”

I blinked a few times, trying to catch my breath. He wasn’t even here, but the thought of him set my body on fire.

“You know he won’t. Frank doesn’t call anyone.” I drained the last drop of wine, setting the glass down.

Karen smirked. “He calls you.”

I rolled my eyes and nudged her arm.

“I have to go. I’ve got inventory in the morning—something I can’t keep ignoring.”

“You’re your own boss. Can’t you do it later?”

“I wish. But it’ll take all day, and I must start before sunrise.” I grabbed my things, and Karen walked me to the door. “If you stop by before work, I’ll make your coffee. And a treat—for listening.”

“I won’t say no to a treat.” She chuckled. “Text me when you’re home.”

I waved and made my way down her apartment stairs. The chilly New York air slapped me in the face as soon as I stepped outside.

He calls you. 

Karen’s voice echoes in my thoughts.

I shouldn’t call; the train stop to Frank Castle Town had its final stop a year ago. I couldn’t fall back into him, not when he wasn’t going to settle down, not when he couldn’t say I love you, even though the words lingered on his tongue.

I shouldn’t risk it; the wine in my system has hacked and taken over my will. 

Fuck it.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number that wasn’t saved, but I had it memorized.

“Sweetheart?” It only rang twice. His low, warm, familiar voice rang through my ear, and my brain shut off instantly. “Are you okay?” he asks. I hear him shuffling in a hurry when I don’t answer quickly. 

“I’m good.” I smiled. “I wanted to hear your voice.”

Even though I couldn’t see him, that rare, child-like smile was there. The one smile I have the pleasure of witnessing a couple of times tangled in sheets or early in the morning while making breakfast. 

“Darling, what do you need?”

The walk home was short, but adrenaline ran through my veins. “I need you. I always need you.”

There was a moment of silence. He was debating whether it was a good idea. Even though I debated it myself, it was too late for us to return from the rekindled flame. 

“Where are you?”

“A block from my place.” It was only half past eleven. A few people were returning from their commute, and some were getting ready for the night. 

“It’s late for you to be walking alone.”

“I can handle myself.” 

“I know. Still.” Back then, Frank would always try to walk me home whenever he wasn’t caught up in something. Always saying that the streets weren’t safe and that I shouldn’t risk my safety recklessly. 

“Why should I be scared? You’re already on your way, aren’t you?”

The sound of his low chuckle making me lose my footing. “Something like that.”

I reached my door. “You hear me typing in the code?”

“I do.”

“You still remember it?”

“You know I do, sweetheart.” Impossible for him to forget the countless of nights he spent over or slipped in when he needed patching up. 

I walk up the few stairs to my door and unlock it. “I’ll be waiting.”

I hung up.

I locked the door behind me, tossed my bag onto the table, and kicked my shoes off. My hair fell loose as I shrugged off my jeans, leaving only my oversized white dress shirt.

Anticipation hummed through my body as I dimmed the lights. I can’t remember when my body felt like this, not even with Devin. 

Nothing compared to Frank, the way his hands fit perfectly on my hips, how his warm breath sent chills to my core while he was between my legs, torturing me before the pleasure. 

He could taunt me, mark me with his teeth, and use me however he liked, and I never got tired of it. I would beg for more like it wasn’t enough. 

The sound of light knocking made me jump, but I settled back to reality. I barely opened the door before Frank was inside, with one hand on my waist and the other shielding my head as he pressed me against the closed door.

We didn’t move or talk. Our lips hovered, his clothed, warm body pressed against mine. He had me pinned, his knee settled between my legs. It felt like a lifetime since the last time he had me like this. 

Frank closed his eyes, taking in my scent. Like I could vanish any second from his tight grasp. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered, my lips brushing his cheek and down to his jawline. “Please,” I beg. 

I didn’t have to tell him twice. His lips caught mine in a desperate kiss. His hand on my hip traveled up my body and landed on my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw. 

I needed this. I needed him. 

The moment his lips crash into mine, there is no world outside. It’s just him and I. I tug at his hair, and he moans. I slip my tongue past his lips and grind my hips into his. He lets me have this moment of control; he enjoys letting me think I’m in control, but he will slip and take charge any second. 

I savor this moment between us. With him, life is unpredictable. One moment I can have him kissing and praising me. The next, he's pushing me away because he can't fathom losing me even though I'm full in with him.

It always comes to this, because no one compares to him. There isn’t a moment I don’t compare his desperate kisses while in other relationships. How his lips moved against mine in sync. There was no fighting or figuring out our movements when our lips moved independently. 

Frank Castle is complicated, hard to read. But moments like these with Frank weren't complicated. They were easy.

He was my Frank.

Nobody was bold enough to push me to my limits like he did. He was rough, just like I wanted it. I didn’t need to ask; he knew what I needed and could take. And I could take anything he would give me. 

Frank let me push him towards my couch, lips never pulling away. Sitting on his lap, I traveled my lips to his jaw and down to his neck, biting and kissing. I unzipped his jacket, pulled his shirt off, and tossed it to the floor. 

His palms rested on my hips, grinding me against his growing erection. I sigh, throwing my head back at the friction against his jeans. My hands land on his hard chest, moving my hips as his palms land on my ass, squeezing the flesh. 

I needed his jeans off now. My hand landed on his waist and undid his jeans with ease. I kneeled to the floor, pulling off his jeans and boxers with me, freeing his erection. “Sweetheart,” Frank mumbles, reaching for me, but I stop him. 

“Let me take care of you, baby.” He groans in response. I wrap my lips around his tip, my hand on the base as I suck the precum already leaking. I take him halfway into my mouth and pull away, spreading my saliva to the rest of his length with my tongue.

“Shit,” Frank swears as our eyes meet, and I take him back into my mouth and trace the veins underneath his cock. I wrapped my hands on the length I couldn’t fit as I sucked and licked, the tip hitting the back of my throat. His hand massages my shoulder before he runs from my neck to fist my hair in his hands. I moan, my free hand landing on his thigh for support. I grip his thigh as he pushes himself deeper into my mouth, making me gag from his size. 

I breathe through my nose, hollowing my cheeks. I feel him loosen his grip on my hair, and his hands land on my elbows, pulling me gently away from him. “Not yet, darling.” He spins me around, and I stand between his legs. He slowly grips the material from my underwear on my hips and slides them down my legs slowly. 

He pulls me down onto his lap, my ass hard on his erection. I whimpered, throwing my head back as it landed on his shoulder. Frank kisses my cheek and spreads my legs wide, letting them hang from his legs. My breath hitched as his other hand landed on my stomach, slowly making its way to my soaked heat. 

“You’re already wet.” Frank doesn’t need to guess; he already knows it. “From when you called me, I bet you were squeezing your legs shut, looking for friction by just hearing my voice.” He purrs against my ear. His fingers slip downwards, his fingers getting coated by my juices instantly. “My poor thing, no one knows how to please you like I do.” 

“Frank,” I whimper as his fingers circled my clit. My hand lands on his thigh, my nails digging into his skin. His other hand joins the other, slipping two fingers inside me. “That’s it, sweetheart. Does that feel good?” 

I moan, closing my eyes from all the sensations going through my body at once. “I’m not going to last, Frank.” I barely get the words out, squirming against his chest. 

My heated body shivers, my walls gripping tightly to Franks’s girthy fingers. He brings his lips to mine, slipping his tongue between my lips as his fingers curl inside of me. 

My body shakes as the apartment is filled with my loud moans and whimpers. “That’s it, sweetheart.” 

I try to catch my breath, but Frank doesn’t let me see a breath before he has me lying on the couch. “I’m not done with you, darling,” he says, nibbling on the skin of my shoulder. He aligns himself, only pushing the tip first. I grip his biceps, my shaking legs still not recovered from my last orgasm. 

“I know you can take it. You were made for me.” Frank mumbles against my skin, pushing himself deeper. I press my forehead on his shoulder, my walls squeezing him, and he hasn’t even moved. I hear him swear, trying to keep himself from losing it.

“Baby, I need you to move,” I beg, a moan caught in my throat.

“I got you, sweetheart.” Frank’s hand lands on my hips, picking up the pace. It wasn’t gentle; I didn’t want him to be gentle with me. My eyes rolled back into my head as he fucked me harder into the couch.

Frank lifts my leg over his shoulder, letting himself get deeper. Both our moans fill the small apartment from the change of position. He pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes closed as his hips pounded harder into me. 

“F-frank, baby, cum with me.” 

Frank opens his eyes, and they land on mine; I wrap my hand on the back of his neck and bring his lips into mine as my climax shatters. Frank groans, filling me up with his warm cum as my walls clenched, milking him until the last drop.

He gently removed my leg from his shoulder as we both panted, trying to catch our breaths. I press my small hand on his cheek, and he melts to my touch. “I missed you,” I admit, too high on the man I can’t seem to push away. 

Frank doesn’t reply. He presses a kiss to my forehead and slips out slowly. I ignore the ache in my chest from the lack of answer. I know he missed me, but I needed him to say it.

My body felt like jelly, too worn out to even move. “I got you.” This is my favorite version of Frank Castle, the gentle and affectionate Frank. He slips his boxers on and heads to the bathroom. He comes out with a wet towel and sits between my legs. 

Frank is the only man who cares about aftercare and is the first to do it for me. Once he’s finished, he pulls his shirt over my naked torso and picks me up in his arms to take me to my bed.

“Stay,” I whispered, my eyes fighting to shut, but I couldn’t. Not yet. I wanted to take him in, the sight of the man I could never move on from. 

“Wasn’t planning to, Sweetheart.” He quickly kisses my lips and covers our bodies with my cooled comforter. His chest press against my back, his arms lazily over my waist keeping me close to him.

I relax into his touch, inhaling his scent. The last time he was here, the smell of Frank Castle lingered around my apartment for months. Making me miserable from the lack of his presence, heart aching but I never dared to do something about it. It kept me feeling safe and maybe in the back of my head, I knew we would end up finding each other, like we always did. We could never stay away for that long.

Here we go again.

[januaryembrs]

just rewatched 4x24 amplification so here’s a silly thought

reader and spence get stuck together & reader just flirts with him the whole time and he’s like ‘please help me in finding something to go off of’ and she’s just like ‘anyone ever tell you you look good all sick and sweaty reid’

meanwhile penelope is on the verge of a panic attack

PRETTY | Spencer Reid x Reader

description: Spencer seems to be the only one keeping it together when the two of you get hit with the new Anthrax strain.

length: 450wds

warnings: anthrax, sweating, intoxication, flirting

“How’s she doing?” Penelope asked, her voice crackly and quiet through the phone as Spencer rooted around the office for the cure to whatever strain of Anthrax their UnSub had cooked up. 

He took a shaky breath, feeling his hair sticking to the back of his neck with the sweat that gathered there. “She’s…” He trailed off, flipping a look over his shoulder where you were leaned against the desk, your head a little wobbly and heavy as you strained to keep yourself upright, “She’s hanging in there,” 

“Did I ever tell you how handsome you are with the long hair, Reid?” You slurred, sounding somewhat drunk as you spoke, no doubt a byproduct of the fever, and he hoped you weren’t in any pain, since you didn’t seem in any state to complain. You seemed euphoric if anything, judging by the intoxicated grin on your face as you reached for him, your hands lightly sheened in sweat. 

“Yes, you did,” Spencer replied, his cheeks burning with more than the high temperature that he was running, “Multiple times. Sweetheart, do you reckon you could help me look for the cure?”

“Sure!” You hopped away from the counter, almost throwing yourself to the ground in your excitement, and you felt the room spinning as you reached up to the cabinet above his head to search for the medication, “When this is all over, you gotta let me put some cute braids in it or something, Spence, I mean you’re really missing a trick-”

“Ofcourse, you can put the prettiest pigtails in my hair, the second we find that antidote,” He promised, his agile fingers flicking through every drawer in the cabinet, despite the fact his chest was pounding at your flirtatious tone. 

“Reid, that does not sound like she’s hanging in, that sounds very much the opposite of hanging in there,” Penelope rushed through the line, her fingers whizzing across her keyboard, the clicking clear through Spencer’s speaker, “She wants to primp you like you’re little girls in a playground, Reid, that is not hanging in there- oh good heavens I think I need a happy place right about now,” 

“I’ll say,” Spencer said where his head was in the fridge, rooting through the packs of diet coke and sparkling water the scientists had. He felt fingers rooting through his hair, and he sighed as he glanced up at your dazed expression, because he hated telling you no, “Cure first, honey, then you can braid my hair,”

“Right! Right, sorry it’s just so pretty, you’re just so pretty-” You mumbled, helping him empty out all of the files onto the floor so he could start skim reading. 

He hoped for his own sake the paramedics close. 

[honeyshiddendesire]

Monster Trio + Shared Kinks

⛔️ Warnings: Dom/Sub ! Rough Play! Degradation! Dacryphilia! 69 Position! Oral(male & female receiving)! Dirty talk! Kinky Shit! Pet names! Luffy calls you mami! (Cause I said so 🤤😩) foursome! Consensual Sex!

*Author’s Note: So happy when I find stuff from my old blog lol so I’m reposting it lol 

*masterlist*

Oral Fixation + 69 Position

Luffy could spend hours eating both food and you, no doubts about it. The man is the type to eat your pussy while kicking his feet in the air. Smiling, giggling while his tongue work has brought you to orgasm like three times and that man will just munch away. Gets impatient though for his pleasure so he loves the 69 position which he definitely learned from Sanji. Favorite position just like the rest of the monster trio! Luffy loves both of you coming together, both your moans mixing like a beautiful song of the sea.

Zoro’s oral fixation clearly gets cured during battle with his three sword style and after when he downs a bottle of sake sloppily. But at night he cures his need with you above him, pussy in his mouth. Yours wrapped around his dark veiny cock choking perfectly on his girth. 69 gives him the opportunity to spank you and thrust up into your tight throat.  He’s an ass eater idc 🤷‍♀️lol everyone headcanons him an ass man so ima take it a step further saying he’ll wanna eat that ass too. Zoro sees the whole ordeal as further jaw/mouth training for his sword style don’t fight me on this lol 

Sanji also has an oral fix similar to Luffy, for his love of the culinary arts. Your juices are the most exquisite he’s ever had the privilege of tasting, no matter the ingredients he’ll never be able to create such a perfect blend. Whether your natural flavor is musky, floral, tangy or tart, he always finishes his meal. Asking for seconds with sweet words that have both sets of your lips dripping. Sanji, like the rest of the trio has a liking for the 69 position. Not particularly his favorite all the time but there are exceptions. Unlike the others he only uses this position as a form of punishment. Using reverse 69 to thrust into your bratty throat, but never being too cruel to not please you as well.

✨These men just can’t get enough of your precious honey ✨

Dacryphilia

This kink is shared amongst the monster trio for the same reason. They love having you cry for their cocks. Your psyche so fucked out that it glitches and cries out in the pure bliss that they’re giving to you. Tears of pleasure only they get to see always has them cumming faster than they’d like. They just loved seeing those cute tears that came from pleasure and no pain. Beautiful is how you looked to them in those moments. “Dick’s got you crying so pretty-huh Mami?” Luffy’s grin was always so bright it made your eyes hurt even while his cock stretched inside of you. His added thrusts to the stretch made you cry tears of ecstasy that had him shiver in delight. “Awe look at my pretty little slut cryin from how good I’m fucking her.” Zoro would mock with an iron grip to your jaw forcing your teary eyed gaze to look at him. His hips moved with a force that left you too drunk to answer as he sent you both to another wonderful orgasm. “Oh sweetheart don’t cry~ I’ll kiss that pussy and make it all better for you.” Sanji would surprisingly taunt with a pout at your cute tears, pretending your pleasure was pain just for the excuse to make his baby come again. But in no way we’re you complaining as those blonde locks dipped back to your honey pot.

✨Seeing you cry has never been so sweet till you did it around their cock ✨

Sharing is Caring

No matter what Zoro and Sanji might make people believe I feel like they would share a partner. Purely for competitive purposes though, wanting to see who has you coming the best and the fastest. Begging and whimpering as both their cocks worked your poor little holes. Cunt and ass stuffed as they argued back and forth. Bickering so loud it wakes Luffy who no doubt sees the fun and joins in. Cause what Luffy wants Luffy gets, even if that means taking what belongs to the arguing duo. Now you had all possible holes filled for the monster trio to feast upon. Battling to see who gave you the best orgasm of your life. But being a brat who didn’t want the fun to end, you’d say none of them just so they’d want to go again.

✨ With you in the middle of it all, again they would bring you more pleasure until the winner was decided✨

[wendichester]

Hi! I just found you and love your stuff!

Can I request a dean x reader where she desperately needs to get out of the motel and dean comes up with something for them to do for the day? it can be fluffy or angst i don't care xD

⋆｡˚ ⋆ drivin,

summary. you’re going stir-crazy in the motel, and dean knows just the cure.

pairing. dean winchester x reader

wordcount. 403

notes. thank you lovely! spending time with dean is always so--🩷

You groan, flopping onto the motel bed dramatically. “Dean, I’m losing my mind.”

Dean barely looks up from his gun, methodically cleaning it at the rickety table. “That time of the month?”

You grab the nearest motel pillow and hurl it at his head. He catches it with a smirk. “Kidding, sweetheart. What’s up?”

“I need out,” you grumble, throwing an arm over your face. “I can’t spend another hour staring at these ugly-ass wallpapered walls. I’ll go nuts.”

Dean chuckles. “It is pretty ugly.”

You peek at him. “So let’s do something. Anything.”

He leans back, considering. Then he grins, that lazy, mischievous smile that makes your heart stutter. “Alright. Let’s take a drive.”

You frown. “A drive? That’s your grand plan?”

Dean stands, tossing the gun cloth aside. “Trust me.”

—

Turns out, you should always trust Dean Winchester when it comes to drives.

The Impala eats up the road, classic rock humming through the speakers, the windows cracked just enough to let the breeze roll in. The stale motel air is replaced with the scent of pine and gasoline, and for the first time in days, you breathe.

Dean glances over, smirking. “Feeling better yet?”

You stretch your arms above your head, smiling. “Getting there.”

The road winds lazily through the countryside, and somewhere along the way, Dean pulls over at a roadside diner, buying burgers and milkshakes for the both of you. You eat in the car, parked by a lake, the sun glittering off the water.

“This was a good idea,” you admit, licking chocolate shake off your straw.

Dean winks. “Told ya.”

After lunch, you walk along the shore, skipping stones and letting the cold water lap at your ankles. Dean’s hand brushes yours once, twice—then he just takes it, lacing your fingers together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

When the sun starts dipping, you pile back into the Impala, and Dean drives aimlessly, both of you comfortable in the quiet, just being.

And when he pulls into the motel parking lot, cutting the engine, you sigh dramatically. “Back to reality.”

Dean leans over, kissing your temple. “Yeah. But at least you’re not nuts anymore.”

You smirk. “Debatable.”

He laughs, shaking his head, and when you step out of the car, you realize—maybe the walls of a motel don’t feel so suffocating when you know you’ll always have him to pull you out.

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[midnightwriter21]

jjk hcs: the jjk boys as boyfriends

characters: yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, yuta okkotsu

warnings: none (i think?)

AN: if there’s anymore boyfriend hcs that you’d like to see lmk!! read gojo & nanami as boyfriends HERE

YUJI ITADORI

oh girl i am JEALOUS

he can be a little air headed at times but he’s the sweetest bf ever

i say he’s air headed but he’s actually very attentive

you get half an inch trimmed off your hair?

he notices immediately

“babe your hair looks great!”

notices everything about you actually

from your favorite color

to the brand of PENS you prefer to use

who tf notices the brand of pens people use?!?

yuji does

yk the tiktoks of boys picking entire BUSHES of flowers for their girlfriends

that’s him.

he straight up rips a whole bush out of the ground from the front of jujutsu high to give to you

principal yaga was not amused

gojo was tho

HE PRINTS OUT YOUR INSTAGRAM PICTURES TO REPLACE THE POSTERS OF MODELS ON HIS WALL

he’s so proud that your his girl fr

oh and he’s gotta hella pet names for you too

they’re all super basic

babe, sweetheart, cutie, etc.

he flirts w u like y’all aren’t together

awful pickup lines and everything

“do you have a mirror in ur pants? cause i can see myself in them.”

if u don’t think he’s the cutest then u can go argue with the wall bye

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

he has me in a chokehold

anyways

at the beginning of y’all’s relationship he’s awkward as fuck

but he eases up pretty quickly

veryyyyyy private with y’all’s relationship

if you somehow get him to hold your hand in public let alone give you a kiss?!?

girl count ur blessings fr

and it’s not bc he’s embarrassed of your relationship or anything no ma’am

it’s bc he would NEVER hear the end of it from gojo, nobara, and yuji

valid excuse

but when you two are alone?

oh girl it’s like he’s glued to you

when i say clingy? i mean it

also

king of nap time!!

he’s kidnapping u, bring you to his dorm room, dropping u on the bed, and laying completely on top of you

swear it’s his solution to everything

ur tired? it’s nap time

sad abt something? it’s nap time

a curse beat ur ass? it’s nap time

gojo is being annoying? it’s nap time

nap time cures everything ong

he’s not too crazy w the pet names

in private he’ll call you babe

in public you’re lucky if he adds a -chan to ur name lol

he’s so pretty boy

also can we appreciate his gorgeous luscious eyelashes?

no? okay

YUTA OKKOTSU

i would give my first born to make him feel happy, safe, and loved

KING OF MY HEART

he’s so baby

he’s the type of bf that no matter how long y’all have been dating he still gets flustered over you

y’all been together for an hour? he’s blushing when you give him a kiss on the cheek

y’all been together for a week? he’s blushing when you give him a kiss on the cheek

y’all been together for a year? he’s BLUSHING WHEN YOU GIVE HIM A KISS ON THE CHEEK

HE. IS. BLUSHING.

which is so incredibly endearing and innocent

but don’t get me wrong

mess with this man too much?

oh he’ll snap

he has the patience of a saint. but when it runs out?

oh ur in for it miss gurl

period.

teasing him a lil too much tryna make him flustered

when he finally snaps he is switching that dynamic up real quick

now he’s the one smirking and feeling all smug while you’re the one with the bright red face

ahem…

anyways

yuta’s love for you is very intense

now don’t start thinking HE is intense cause no

i mean yuta loves you so much that he might just crawl up inside ur body and live there

that type of intense

you occupy his mind 99.9% of the time

he’s on a mission and has time to stroll through the mall

“oh y/n would like that” aND HE’S BUYING IT

he’s chit chatting with inumaki and panda

best believe he finds a way to bring you up in conversation

“oh! that reminds me y/n said something the other day about…”

he is the softest ever when it comes to pet names

sweetheart, my love, princess, etc.

i’m so soft for him he deserve the world

[megu-meow]

when gojo falls in love - gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

Summary: She fell first, but he fell harder.

It was hard not to fall in love with Gojo Satoru. He was a ray of sunshine, always lifting the mood in every room, radiating the friendliest, kindest aura you have ever witnessed. His youthful, laid-back personality complemented his intelligence and wit, always having a funny comeback to Suguru's constant teasing.

He seemed so unapproachable to you, the Strongest, the Honored One, the Heir of the Gojo Clan, the Wielder of the Six Eyes, and Master of the Limitless. Those were the titles he was referred to in your crazy world, someone who was to be praised for the immense power he wielded and the enemies he had eliminated. However, you saw Satoru in a different light, finding other reasons to praise him. The gentleness he would befriend a stray cat with, the way he politely bows at the cashier at his favorite bakery, or the fact that he makes soup for everyone after a night out to cure your hangovers. He buys a bouquet of tulips for every girl and woman on Jujutsu Tech's campus, without exception, on International Women's Day. He remembers the lunch lady's son's birthday and gives her the remote-control car the young boy so desperately wanted because he knew Watanabe-sama, as he refers to her, could never afford it. He sits down to play chess with the elderly man in front of the convenience store every day because he knows he lost his opponent for the last 40 years not too long ago.

It is easy to fall in love with Gojo Satoru, however, it is hard for Gojo Satoru to fall in love. Or at least, that's what he thinks. At first, when you join them, he doesn't give much thought to it. He's pleased that there is another girl added to the group, so he and Suguru don't have to listen to Shoko's constant whining about them being gross anymore. He also relishes in the attention you give him, because he knows you're quite infatuated with him, like most of the girls are.

However, as time passes, he realizes that your kindness makes a red hue run across his pale cheeks. Every time he does the smallest things, you praise him for it. Others don't compliment him on his politeness, something he prides himself on because his mother taught him to act this way - the only person who loved him for him so far. Other people praise him for his technique, his unique eyes, and his otherworldly good looks. You're the only one who notices the small things he does and that warms his fragile heart. So he asks you out on a date.

He doesn't give it much thought, just a walk in the park full of cherry blossoms and ice cream. However, he swoons at the fact that you seem like this is the best date you have ever been on, you thank him repeatedly for paying for your ice cream and offer him the Kit Kat chunk the guy stuck into your dessert as an attempt to flirt with you, because you know Satoru loves Kit Kats, they're his favorite candy bar.

Gojo Satoru reaches one important conclusion that night, after walking you to your dorm room. You are, in fact, very easy to fall in love with.

Instead of fighting it, he lets this new feeling flourish. He starts putting in an insane amount of effort, he pays attention to the small things, he drinks up every word that you speak, he takes notes on his phone because he wants to walk the extra mile for you. His new goal in life becomes making you, the first girl who looks past the titles and likes him for him, happy. His enthusiasm in doing so never falters, even after years together or after marriage.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he asks you as his extremely perceptive eyes take in your slumped shoulders, the dark circles under your eyes and the slight frown that replaces the pretty smile he fell in love with.

"Long day, baby, long day." you sigh and he is quick on his feet, he embraces you, leaving a loving kiss on the crown of your head.

"Change your wizarding clothes, pretty girl, I'll run you a bath. How does that sound, huh?"

"Amazing, Satoru. Thank you!" you respond, smiling tiredly, leaving a kiss on his glossy lips.

"Everything for you."

Not only does he prepare a bath, but he also lights some candles, drops some lavender-infused salts in the water, and prepares some fruits and your book as well. While you relax your body in the water which is the perfect temperature, he makes your favorite meal for dinner and starts up the fireplace so that the two of you can cuddle up on the couch.

After dinner he holds you close, absentmindedly running his hands over your back, in your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, small confessions that make you feel a lot better about yourself. Satoru would like to think that he is perfect at everything, but there's only one thing he takes pride in the most: learning how to make you feel better over the years. He always knows what to do, regardless of the reason why you're down. He knows how to pick you up.

"Toru?" he hears your voice, calling him by his favorite nickname. It makes him blush every time you call him that and he swears his heart picks up too.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Don't you ever get tired of taking care of me?"

"How could you say that?" he asks as he sits up, glaring at you with offended eyes "Of course not, baby. You're my everything, I could never get tired of making you feel good, love. It is also my duty as your lover to ensure your happiness. It's in my contract and everything." he makes you smile fondly, adoring his way of phrasing these things. Because even the hardest of conversations are pleasant when Satoru is there to put things so stupidly.

"Oh yeah? What else is in this contract of yours?"

"That I have to kiss you all the time. And - and that I will have to get you a cat at one point because I know you want one. I have to feed you when you're hungry and I have to do the laundry when you get home late. Oh, and most importantly I always have to split my desserts with you. Only you, not even Suguru gets to do splitsies."

"I see. And what is in my contract?"

"Nothing. You already honored yours." he says curtly and you look at him with confusion.

"How?"

"Well, the only thing in your contract was that you have to be my lover. Nothing else. I'm the one doing the heavy lifting here, every day I get to spend as your significant other is a good day for me. You don't have to do anything else to make me happy." he explains.

You look him in the eyes, your irises filled with nothing but adoration towards the man in front of you. It is so easy to be in love with Gojo Satoru, because he is a gentleman in a world of boys.

[everrinsly]

a/n; i found this haha, think it was when i was feeling insecure about my own body; might touch it up a little later

life with sae vibes.

perfectly-sized thighs with sae. soft smut. slight nsfw. very suggestive. fem!reader. | not proofread.

more reads!

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It was supposed to be an innocent scene. You were in Sae's jersey. All soft and sweet, oversized with short sleeves that tumbled down to your elbows, a dipping neckline that slipped graciously off one shoulder.

But fuck—for Sae? His undoing was the hem that barely brushed past the top of your thighs—

He groaned from the couch as you stepped into the living room, running a hand over his face. "Baby?"

You padded over to him, crawling right on his lap, completely oblivious to the filthy thoughts playing in his mind. "Hmm?"

"You shouldn't wear stuff like this when I'm trying to behave," he said in a low drawl. He gripped your waist, moving you to sit comfortably over his lower abs.

"S-sae. It's just your shirt—"

"Exactly," he murmured, voice deep. He shifted under you, palms sliding over your thighs like he was mapping them out, "But your thighs, baby? They look so fuckin' good."

(And truth be told, your thighs didn't need to be mapped out. He's already got them memorized).

Your face burned as he trailed a finger to twist at the hem of your shirt, sliding it up slightly, so your pretty lace panties were on display, just for him.

You leaned down to bury your face in his chest, arms reaching up to rest on his shoulders. "S-Sae... don't—"

He huffed out a soft laugh, brushing a few strands of your hair back behind your ear. “I’m serious. You’re lucky I have morning drills tomorrow or I’d already have you crying into these cushions.”

You squeaked, a soft, high-pitched sound that involuntarily rose from the back of your throat. His smirk grew devilish.

“Oh baby, you’re too cute when you do that.”

—So that was where both of you were at now. Late night. On the living room couch. All flirty and teasing and gentle touches.

Sae's hands slipped further under your shirt, fingers spreading then curing on your waist. Just testing the waters. Just seeing if he could coax any more sounds out from you.

He leans in closer, lips brushing your ear. “You always act all shy like this, but then you let me do whatever I want, huh?"

And then, after a breath—

"You just love how big I am, don’t you?”

And you physically jolted, head that was previously resting on his chest snapping up, thighs tightening around his hips on instinct. His grip immediately returned, both hands wrapping around your plush thighs like they were his anchors.

(They were. He owned them).

“See? You do.” He nipped at your jaw lightly. “My pretty little thing. Can barely take me, but you still beg for it.”

You squirmed, core aching. “Y-You’re mean.”

“I’m honest, pretty girl,” he murmured. “You should hear the shit I think about when you walk around like this. No shorts. No bra. Just mine.”

And just when you were about to reply, he flexed his abs, a movement that made you slip down his lap just a bit.

Then he rocked his hips up—

You gasped as your felt it, a breathy moan threatening to escape. You felt all of him, even through his sweats—big, already hard, his size pressing right up against your core. Your thighs instinctively tried to close, and he groaned.

“Don’t hide from me. You know what that does to me.”

You shivered, head lolling forward to rest against his jaw as his palms enclosed around your thighs entirely to keep them open.

“You’re so soft. Perfect fuckin’ size for me.” He squeezed once. “My hands, my mouth... my cock. These thighs fit all of it.”

You didn't have the strength to argue (he always won anyway)—especially when he trailed his hand higher, pushing at the edge of your panties.

“You know what I think about, sweetheart?”

You shook your head, barely able to breathe, barely able to talk. Just eyes half-lidded with want.

“I think about spreading you out on my bed, your legs shaking from how deep I am. Watching you struggle to take it while your thighs twitch around my waist like they’re begging for more.”

Your lips parted and a whimper came out. A soft escape of 'Sae, please.'

He smiled, dark and taunting.

“You’re already soaked, aren’t you?”

You buried your face deeper on his shoulder, voice barely audible. “Y-Yeah…”

Sae groaned, head falling back against the couch.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, eyes heavy with heat. “If I didn’t have to be on the field in seven hours, I’d have your legs over my shoulders right now—"

So instead, he settled for rocking you against him slowly, hands trailing up and down your thighs with long, possessive strokes.

“I’m gonna keep touching you until you beg,” he whispered, leaning down to kissing your neck. “That’s fair, right?”

You nodded, all dizzy from his voice, from his heat, from the sheer size of him under you.

And he just laughed, low and dangerous.

“Good girl.”

[entitled-fangirl]

Sweet mama.

Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Joel gets baby fever watching the reader play with Tommy and Maria's baby.

Author's note: don't think too hard about the timeline please and thank you. Also, I got baby fever this weekend, so I figured I'd make everyone else have it, too. Also also- I use they/them for the baby since the gender hasn't been revealed in the show

Masterlist

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Oh, God. She was all that occupied his mind at the moment. 

Life in Jackson was not exactly what Joel had in mind, but even he'd admit, it had its perks. 

For example, this scene in front of him.

Y/N on the floor of their shared home with Tommy and Maria's baby.

At first, Joel had very much disliked the idea of babysitting for the night when Tommy asked. But how could he have said no when he saw the way Y/N's face lit up at the very thought?

So, he obviously said yes.

But now, here they were actually doing it. 

He was sat on the dusty couch with an old can of beer he had found, sipping occasionally when he fell out of his daydreams. 

How can he not enjoy the way she interacted with the kid?

He had seen just how fantastic she could be with Ellie.

Y/N had been with Joel a little less than Tess had. They had had a rocky start, especially right at the beginning.

She was a friend of Bill and Frank's. And Frank had decided that they should meet.

But he knew telling both parties about it would only cause conflict. 

So, he didn't tell them at all.

Imagine their surprise when unsuspected visitors appeared in the middle of Y/N's and Frank's tea time. 

She pulled her gun on Joel.

Things were tense for a while after that.

But, after some time, they found that they liked each other very much.

Sometimes, Joel worried that they liked one another a little too much.

"You know," Joel finally said to her. "I haven't even been around a kid like this since… well, when it was Sarah, I guess."

She looked up from her spot on the ground as the baby played with the wooden blocks in front of them, "Really?"

He nods, "Don't even know if I remember what to do. Thank God I got you."

She laughs, "You were the one that was a parent. I was just an older sister. That's how I got my experience."

He shrugs, "You have a gift for it."

She smiles, grabbing the 10-month-old. The baby giggles as she lifts them into the air. She walks to the couch, "Here." She holds out the baby to him.

He holds his hands up in surrender, "Nah. You're doing great, Sweetheart. I won't stop ya."

She scoffs, holding the baby close to her chest now with a teasing scoff, "Whatever, Miller."

"I'm serious," He argues, "I like watching you like this. Happy and… God, this looks so fucking natural for you."

"Joel!" She yelled. "Language."

He laughs, "See? You're…" He sighs in thought.

She notices, "What?"

He smiles and shakes his head, "In another world, sweet girl…"

She tilted her head, "Joel, I'm confused."

He stands up, inches from her face now. He gently takes the baby out of her arms and places them in the makeshift playpen. He returns to her quickly.

His arms grab her waist gently. His voice lowers, "If life was different, I'd give you a baby right now."

Her cheeks turned pink, "What?"

He laughs as he buries his face into her neck, "Think about it. You'd be a beautiful mother. God, I'd give you a baby."

Her gaze started to turn hopeful. She had never thought about having a baby. 

Her thoughts turned dirty as he started to kiss up her neck slowly.

"A sweet mama." Kiss. "Walking around here with my baby in you." Kiss. "Making every man in here green with envy." Kiss. "You'd be so pretty like that." Kiss. "God, you'd just glow more than you do now."

"Joel…?"

He pulled away at her weak voice.

She looks away in thought. "Do you think… if… if this whole 'cure' thing works with Ellie… You think there may actually be a world we could have a baby in? Where… we could be parents?"

He takes in her features carefully, not realizing just how much his words had affected her. "Well… I… I don't know." 

She nods and pulls away from him completely, her wishful thinking over, "Right." She walks back to the baby in the playpen, "Not worth even hoping for."

He pulls her back into his firm chest, and circles her waist with his arms, "Hey. Don't say that. We'll just… leave it on the back burner. Yeah?"

She nods. "Back burner. Okay."

The two watch the baby in front of them play happily, blissfully unaware of the world they all lived in.

…

Y/N sat in the backseat with an unconscious Ellie.

She was still shaking at the sight of seeing Joel in a murderous rage in the hospital.

She knew he was protective of her and Ellie but she had never seen him do anything like that before.

She cradled the girl's head carefully in her lap, gently running her fingers through Ellie's greasy hair. 

She looked up to catch Joel's eyes in the rearview mirror. "Guess we're not getting that cure, are we?"

He shook his head, "Guess not."

"Say goodbye to the chance at parenthood." She sighed.

They sat in silence for a while.

She watched Ellie carefully to check for signs of her waking up.

And she heard Joel's light chuckle.

She looked up, "What?"

He looked at her though the mirror again, "Nothing, sweet mama."

"I'm not… this is…" She glanced down at Ellie, and back up at Joel. 

She smiled slowly as she reveled in Joel's observance.

"I guess…" she noted, "I guess we've already been doing it."

Joel nodded, "Guess it really was made for you."

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