#and this Thot was a perfect bundle for it

[felicitywilds]

the doctor just. knows rose so well it hurts me. the hologram message he left as nine in bad wolf-- like he PLANNED that shit out ahead of time. he KNEW rose would be stubborn and not want to leave him. he KNEW hed have to force her away in the tardis to keep her safe if push ever came to shove. and he knew shed argue with him. and that shed move closer, and that he could turn and end up looking right at her. and in doomsday. he grabbed both magnaclamps.

[moni-logues]

Practice

Pairing: Namjoon x f. reader

Genre: pwp, smut, established relationship

Summary: Namjoon has a baby niece and it gives you both baby-making thots. Time to get some practice in.

Word count: 2k

Content: unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control); oral sex (f. receiving), lil bit of biting

A/N: I think this was a request? Pretty sure because I don't tend to have baby-making thoughts lmaooo not even for Joon 😂 this has been moderately edited but please forgive any typos lmao I've been belting out ballads as I've been writing whoops

You stared, transfixed, at the tiny, precious bundle in your arms as she yawned widely and shut her eyes. You lowered your head to give hers a big sniff. Who knew what that smell really was? A scent that all brand-new babies shared and no one had yet bottled. Intoxicating. 

“God, smell her, Joonie. Isn’t it the best?”  

Namjoon did as you instructed and grinned. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty good.” 

You gently leant back and Joon scooted closer, resting his chin on your shoulder, both staring down at the tiny human in your arms. She was brand new – brand new! not even a week old! – and utterly perfect: enormous dark eyes framed by the thickest, darkest lashes you’d ever seen; podgy little thighs and miniscule fingers curled into the softest little fist. It almost brought you to tears. You couldn’t believe how perfect she was.  

You had hoped that his sister bringing new life into the world would have distracted his family from asking you and Joon when you would get your act together and marry… In a way, it had: they just started asking when you would be having kids. His sister and her husband hadn’t been together that much longer than the two of you had, but had somehow made it down the aisle and into the maternity ward already. You and Joon had talked about having kids ‘sometime’, ‘in the future’, ‘when we’re ready’. You had to admit this was accelerating those timelines. You couldn’t help but think about what your baby might look like, what Joon would be like as a dad, what you’d be like as a mum. Your heart clenched at the thought. 

* 

“I can’t believe I’m an uncle,” Joon says as you enter your apartment later that evening, kicking off his boots and shedding his puffer coat. “I don’t feel old enough! I’m not grown-up enough to have a niece!” 

“Get used to it, old man! This is just the start!” You laughed as you took off your scarf, gloves and hat. “Wasn’t she perfect?” 

Namjoon wrapped you in his arms and kissed you lightly. You shivered, maybe from the change in temperature from the cold outside. Maybe.  

“She was pretty perfect, but I reckon our babies will be better.”  

He kissed you again. 

“Oh, our babies, eh? Tell me about them.” 

“I think we’ll have three,” he began as he kissed your neck. “Two boys and a girl, boy first. Close together in age so they can be close. Obviously, they’ll have your eyes-” 

“And your brain.” 

“And your heart.” 

He tightened his grip on you and kissed you deeper. 

“And when are we expecting these kids to come along?” 

He pretended to think about it for a moment. 

“Well, the first one probably in about nine months’ time, what do you say?” 

He grinned at you and you laughed. 

“Wow, one niece and that’s all it takes? Have you thought this through?” 

“Ah, we can practise, can’t we? It does make perfect, after all.” 

“You’ve got a point.” 

Namjoon swiped an arm over the sideboard, shifting keys and bags and wallets onto the floor, and then he lifted you onto it, kissing your shoulder and your neck and your jaw. You hadn’t expected such a reaction from him, hadn’t thought that he’d be the one needy and desperate after an hour in a baby’s company, but you weren’t complaining. Far from.  

You grabbed his hair to pull his face to yours and you kissed him hard, taking his bottom lip in your teeth. His hands found their way under your jacket, under your jumper, and he ran a thumb over your nipple, cupping your breast as his tongue tangled with yours. You were quick to pull Namjoon’s hoodie off and quicker to be frustrated by layer after layer of warm clothes. You were burning up all over, the cold outside a long-forgotten memory now. All you could feel was the heat, on your skin, in your core, between your body and his. You were simmering, the flame growing taller, licking across your hips, down your thighs.  

Namjoon shiver, finally naked from the waist up, and you kissed the goosebumps rising all over his flesh.  

“Maybe we should go to the bedroom,” he laughed. 

“What? You mean you don’t want to have sex right by our front door? I mean, I guess we can go to the bedroom, if you really want, if-” 

He silenced you with a kiss and picked you up. You kissed his face all over and bit down on the soft flesh of his earlobe as he carried you to the bedroom. When he let you down, you discarded your remaining close with as much haste as you could muster. The sight of his naked body would never get old for you: his strong, thick thighs; perfectly defined V-line; the little happy trail of hair leading to his belly button; his soft, smooth skin; his stiff cock, hot in your hand as you wrapped your fingers around it and pumped.  

He grabbed you by the back of the neck and brought your face close to his.  

“You know they say you’re more likely to conceive if you have at least one orgasm,” he whispered to you. You chuckled. 

“I don’t think we’ll have any problems there, will we?” 

Namjoon pushed you onto the bed and leant down from above you. The dark lust in his eyes lightened for a second as he looked at you and he kissed you gently on the lips. 

“I love you, really; I love you.”  

“I love you, too.” 

You kissed him once and then again and then again, each a little less soft than the one before. Because you loved him, because he loved you, because you were so sickly sweet, gooey and soft for each other, but you were also needy now, thirsty, hungry for him. Love was all well and good but you wanted to be fucked. 

“Now are you going to make me come or what?” 

He laughed and playfully tapped your cheek before offering you a cheeky salute.  

“Yes, ma’am.” 

He kissed your collar bone as his fingers found your clit. He kissed your breasts as his fingers slipped and curled inside you and his thumb rubbed your swollen bud. His kisses trailed down your stomach and his tongue replaced his thumb against you; he sucked hard as his fingers thrummed and you let yourself go to him, melted into the mattress, limbs heavy and hot.  

“Fuck,” you breathed, moaning as his tongue flicked back and across. It surprised you still, every time, how quickly he could turn you to jelly, how easily he could get you off. He knew your every move, every gesture, every twitch, every flush of your skin, every different, little noise you let slip as he worked you over. Practice, he’d said. As if he needed it. 

Namjoon removed his fingers briefly and ran his tongue across your entrance. Taking one of your lips in his mouth, he bit lightly and you squirmed. 

“Harder,” you panted and you could feel him grin against you. He clamped his teeth harder and his fingers returned to your clit, rubbing your arousal all over, making a mess of you. He trapped it tightly between two fingers and rolled them back and forth. He bit the soft flesh of your inner thigh and hot skin of your mound; he kissed the crease of your hips and pushed your legs open wider. All the while, you could feel the pressure build inside you, you walls spasming and clenching as you neared your climax. You gripped the bedsheets tight as you moaned, pulling hard as the waves rolled through your body.  

Namjoon’s mouth was back on your clit, sucking and licking; his fingers back inside you, hooking and curling against you. He held you down as you bucked beneath him, crying out as pleasure overwhelmed you. He didn’t stop, didn’t falter, didn’t stutter as you came all over him, gushing over his hand, clenching his fingers inside you. Unable to utter a coherent string of words, you tapped him on the head for relief. He came up for air, mouth shiny and sticky, and lay a line of sloppy kisses across your stomach and your breasts and your chest.  

You pulled his face to yours and kissed him, tasting yourself all over his lips and his tongue.  

“Ok,” you said, breathlessly. “Orgasm, check. Time to pretend to make a baby?” 

He chuckled, the noise rumbling deep in his chest and kissed you again. He seemed in no rush, but you had never had the patience. You reached between you to take him in your hand again; his tip was slick with pre-cum and your thighs trembled in anticipation of him inside you.  

“Imagine, though,” you whispered as he guided himself towards your waiting wings. “If we had a baby-”.  

You gasped as he pushed himself inside you, your eyes fluttering shut, your cunt fluttering around him. 

“Babe,” he said, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes looking deep into yours when you opened them. He rolled his hips. “Our baby is going to be the best baby there’s ever been.” 

You nodded and let your eyes roll back, feeling every contour of him against your tight slip. A baby. Namjoon’s baby. Couldn’t be anything but the best. 

“Best baby ever,” you agreed, breathless and whiny. “’Cause you’re the best.”  

Namjoon nipped at your earlobe. 

“No, ’cause we’re the best.” 

“I love you.” The words barely audible as your breath escaped in shallow bursts. “I love you, I love you.”  

He lay so close on top of you that your torsos met as he thrust harder and harder, his breath becoming laboured, his groans louder. You whined quietly in his ear and tugged at his hair; you wrapped your legs around him and the two of you moaned in unison when he hit deeper inside you. He lifted himself up on to his hands, looking down at you with half-closed eyes. He wanted to come on your tits, spray himself over your chest and mark you as his own, his and only his, but then he thought about coming inside you, making a baby – even a pretend one – and he felt all his muscles twitch. You were on birth control so it wasn’t as if this was the first time he’d ever come inside you, but it felt different this time. He felt closer to you. He felt like this meant something different. This was something you had done dozens, even hundreds of times, but it was different this time.  

“Fuck,” he growled, feeling close to the edge.  

He thrust faster, breathing hard, looking down at you: your messy hair, hand over your eyes, mouth agape, your smooth skin and kiss-swollen lips, the mole on your left breast, the tiny scar by your hairline. As the blood roared in his ears, he felt his heart clench, not knowing how it was possible to love one person quite this much. With a sudden shudder, he came, shooting his hot seed inside you, his muscles tight, his jaw clenched.  

He fell on top of you, still inside you. You both lay still for a moment, no sound in the air but your breathing, no sound in your ears but the thumping of your heart. You felt hot inside and out, tingling with pleasure and relief.  

“I love you,” he whispered, bringing your hand to his lips. With your legs still wrapped tight, you wrapped your arms around him too and kissed his forehead. 

“I love you, too, Joonie.”  

“That was-…” 

“Yeah.” 

You patted just above where your uterus rested. 

“See you in nine months, mate!” 

Namjoon laughed and you felt it in your own chest.  

“Maybe next time, it shouldn’t be just for practice.”  

He looked at you searchingly. Your heart flipped.  

“You want to have a baby with me for real, Joon?” 

“I want to have everything with you.”  

You shuffled beneath him, bringing your faces closer.  

“Ok,” you whispered, your faces so close that your lips touched his as you spoke. “I’ll make an appointment and get my IUD removed.”  

Namjoon nodded. 

“But does next time have to wait ’til then? ’Cause I’d really like to practise some more.”  

Namjoon grinned. 

“Well, it does make perfect.” 

[eupheme]

Hii J! Sending you a little bundle of love and comforting hugs and warmth this season 🍂🤎🤍 so sorry this month has been tough and I am wishing for much better days and also hoping you know how much you are appreciated and loved!

I’m case you needed to hear it lately, thank you for all that you do and create. The love and parts of yourself and your time that you give to the fandom community here don’t go unseen and you are just so incredible and talented, we are so lucky to have you!

Made a little autumn moodboard in hopes it’ll make you feel cozy whenever you look at it, love you so much dear friend! ✨🤎

ahh amalia you are going to make my cry! 🥺💖 thank you, you are so incredibly thoughtful (and encouraging - this made me smile so much) and getting the chance to be your friend and know you and read your incredible thots and fics has been such an amazing experience 💕 ilysm, friend.

and this moodboard!!! I am still clinging to fall (as it’s snowing here today!) and I absolutely love it, and the photos you chose. it truly is the perfect cozy day and I already am feeling better. I am treasuring this so much!!!

[nerdieforpedro]

One Pass for the Both of Us

Lucian Flores x female reader x Benny Miller

This fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Double Features Masterlist

Word Count: less than 2.8k

Summary: You and your boyfriend Lucian have the same man in mind it seems.

Warnings: established relationship, fingering, smoking, sweatpants, a gold chain, curious phone use, exhibitionist behavior, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected P in V (wrap it up people), one swat of an ass, aftercare

Notes: So this idea was born from thots as 90% of my ideas. Why do a sandwich? Because Nerdie is trying new things this year. Sandwiches are one of them. And why not these two? I mean look at them. There's a fair bit of Spanish in this fic and I did my best with translations, but I'm not fluent in Spanish so it's anything's wrong please let me know. Was not beta-ed.

The left gif was made by @pascalsky

“We’re going to try something a little different bebita (baby girl). Get on all fours.” His thumb was tucked into the waistband on his gray sweatpants, they hung loosely off his hips and his slight tummy hung over them. You don’t want to listen to him, not yet. He’s only made your lips swollen, but the wrong pair. You softly pant, your chest rising and falling against your black lace bra. 

“No Lu, I don’t feel like it. You told me your nose was going to be buried in my cunt with your tongue, but you haven’t kept up your end of the bargain.” Grinning, the ball of your foot presses against his belly as he grabs your ankle. His grip pulls your leg toward him and his lit cigarette dangles from his lips. He smirks, smacking your ass with his free hand and looks down at you.

“You’re gonna tell me no after I told called you this morning and told you to meet me by your car?” Lucian momentarily releases your ankle and removes his cigarette from his lips, putting it out on the ashtray seated on the night table of your apartment. You don’t smoke, but you know he does, before and after sex so you bought one to keep for when he comes by. “Such a damn tease querida (sweetheart). Though, because you didn’t see me while you were at work, I found something you might like.” He grabs your ankle again and pulls it to the side, spreading you partway before kneeling at the side of the bed. His eyes were trained on your clit, exposed by your crotchless panties, the cool air met your lower lips and you moaned. Placing the back of your knee on his shoulder, he blew on your small bundle of nerves, his tongue had extended but had not come into contact with your skin yet. 

His phone rang and he answered it. Your eyes went wide, and you glared at him while he was answering a few questions and giving some instructions. You knew that Lucian could be a lot at times, but this was a new one. You sat up on your elbows and yelled at him to which he glanced at you and slid a finger across your wetness, you were able to cover half your moan by clasping your hands over your mouth. His fingers are sliding in and out of you slowly as he stands and wedges his phone between his shoulder and his ear. Lucian moves his fingers faster inside you while capturing both your wrists in his hand. “Let our guest hear querida, he’ll need to know how wet you can get. Don’t cover your mouth again.” You weren’t sure who the man was that Lucian was referring to, but your hips jutted forward with his fingers as he released your wrists. The phone was placed on speaker and the cool plastic of the case was felt on your skin. It was tucked in between your pelvis and your lace panties. “You hear her? She sounds perfect, doesn’t she? You keep taking your sweet time, we won’t need you.” A man snickers on the phone as you hear a door open, both on your phone and in your bedroom. 

He’s here. He hasn’t hung up the phone yet though and is watching as Lucian curls his fingers within you, your legs spreading further apart. “Looks like I’m not late at all Lucy. Just getting to the good part with that look on your face honey. You remember me?” He hangs up the phone as he slips off his socks, shoes you assume are near your door and his shirt, which displays his taut muscles and the waistband of the black sweatpants that he’s wearing. It appears like Lucian, he isn’t wearing any underwear either. 

A thumb grazes your clit and your body arches toward your beau, his gold chain, dangles while his lips kiss your inner thigh. The curse you let our makes the man who you assume to be called Benny chuckle as he leans over you, his fingers grazing your cheek. “I see why every match you kept a tight hold on her. I would too. So, how do you want to start?”

“You’re Benny Miller….from matches we’ve seen….the last few months…” You pant, you’re sure it’s him. Every match you were seated on Lucian’s lap and watch the man pummel his opponents while taking quite the beating himself. It didn’t dawn on you why he was here and why he was calling Lucian by a nickname. You don’t have enough information. It becomes clearer when think digits are removed from your cunt with a small pop and placed on Benny tongue, he opened his mouth for Lucian and didn’t cut eye contact with you. Flores told Benny ‘Tomalo (take it)’ and the hulking man did. He purposely sucked loudly on his fingers while your core ached watching them. “Coño (fuck) Lu, When…did this happen?” 

Lucian took your hand and placed it on Benny’s waistband. “Make out guest feel welcome mi amor (my love). He’s what you wanted, your one hall pass right? You’ll have him, but I’ll be here.” You hadn’t thought he’d been paying your drunk ramblings at an MMA fight any attention, but apparently despite being slippery in many other aspects of life, Lucian was a man of his word. The deep chuckle from Lucian snapped you out of your haze, his other hand removed the phone from your panties and ran his palm over your stomach. “He was my pick mine too. I knew you had good taste amor, it’s why you’re with me.” Nodding, you decide overthinking will lead to them continuing their own and you’d rather not have that, so down you pull Benny’s sweats to expose to swollen reddish pink member, the inside of his sweats are glistening with precum.

“You’ve got quite a pair of lungs on you sweetheart. Show me what that throat of yours can do.” Miller looks down at you, his mouth free of Lucian’s fingers. Flores decides to lay across the bed, feigning that he’s tired. You’re aware he likely has something else planned but you’re focused on the thick cock in front of you, kissing its bulbous head. Your hand cups his balls as you adjust yourself on your knees, the other pressing into the muscle of his thigh, brown hairs dot it and grow thicker toward his cock. You decide to explore the vein on the side of his shift, coating it with your tongue before using your lips to nipple at the wrinkled skin of his tentacles. The sweet hiss you hear from Benny tells you that you’re on the right track and you feel Lucian’s eyes burrowing into your back.  A calloused hand of Miller’s runs through your hair, you accept him into your mouth in earnest, accepting half his length before you need to pull back and begin again, not letting the head of his cock beyond your lips when bobbing your head. 

Benny’s hips are beginning to match your pace and his groans are increasing. Lucian locks eyes with him as his hunger stirs, he needs to be inside one of them. He’s palming over his gray sweats, making a darkened spot on the front of them, sweat dripping onto his gold chain. He pulls down his sweats to seek relief, but Benny shakes his head at Flores, tilting his head in your direction. There’s a wordless agreement between the men on who will have your tight core first. Lucian says nothing as he sits up and moved behind you, pulling his sweatpants down to his knees before placing his own dripping heat at your entrance. He raises your bra to release your breasts as he squeezes them, leaning over to speak in your ear, making sure all present can hear as he slips inside of you, “Since you saw Benny walk in, you couldn’t wait to get you lips round his cock querida? Mi durazno perfecto y mojado (My perfect and wet peach).” 

Between Lucian’s rough thrusts and Benny’s hips, your neck and pelvis screaming at you, but your throat and cunt are doing quite the opposite, squeezing both men for what they’re willing to give you. Miller, is the first to pull back, needing to push on your shoulders as you’d since placed both hands firmly on his thighs and pulled on his sweats to try and have his cock back. The whine you let out increases in pitch as Lucian’s arm pulled you to his chest and his movements became more erratic, he was close as well, moaning your name aloud. Miller watched the two of you licking his lips and pumping his cock slowly. He’d pulled you off because he didn’t want to waste his load in your mouth. That could happen another time, maybe before or after a match. He wanted to mix his seed with Lucian’s inside of you as he drilled you into the bed. “Shit, the two of you screw like this all the time. Looks like I’m doing it wrong.” Flores smirked at Benny before kissing the back of neck as he unloaded into you, making sure to follow up with slow thrusts as he softened, feeling you milk his cock as you climaxed a second time. He didn’t pull out of you yet, he was waiting for Miller. Benny was taking his sweet time finally removing his black sweatpants, getting on the bed, and engaged you in a slow kiss, tasting himself on your lips. Your eyes fluttered and your mouth felt dry and wet simultaneously, the only reason you were upright were because of Lucian and Benny.

“Hey Lu. Taste me.” The fighter gave Lucian a soft smile as he slipped to your side and kissed Lucian, gasping for air. He absorbed his lingering nicotine flavor as their tongues lapped one another. Your cavern was vibrating as you heard them and ran the palm of your hand on the underside of Benny’s heavy cock. His hand moved yours away and placed it on his chest. He nodded to Lucian and they broke their kiss as Flores moved from behind you and let you fall back on the bed. Benny put each hand under the back of your knees and spread you wide, watching Flores’ spend dripping out of you. “Stuffed her pretty well Lu. Sit back and watch. Your little honey and I are going to give you a good show.”

Lucian had grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter off the nightstand and lit one. He claimed his seat in the overstuffed chair you had in your bedroom where you swore you read in the evenings, but usually you two would face time if he had business out of state to take care of. “Damelo (fuck me) Benny, por favor (please).” You repeated as Benny stuck his head between your breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth, the head of his cock dragged along your dripping cunt. 

“You’re a dumbass Miller. She’s asking you to fuck her. That’s why you’re here.” A long drag of his cigarette as he inhaled then blew it out of his nose slowly. Benny saw his gold chain flicker within the haze of smoke, Lucian sat wide his long member hung off the edge of the chair. “You need to stir her up as she likes. Despite being a bit of a puta (slut) sometimes, Estás mujer buena (She’s a good woman). She deserves it. Let’s see how well you do.” Flores flicked his chin taunting Benny and he took the bait, using his teeth to give your nipple a soft bite. He winked and maneuvered his hand between the two of you and plunged himself into you. Your head flung back as you felt the stretch of him and your hands were back on his chest, then to his shoulders to pull him closer. Benny paused, needing a few seconds to make sure he didn’t shoot directly into you right at the start. 

“Dammit to hell sweetheart, you’re a vice.” Miller began slow, rocking into with his eyes closed, focused on finding a good rhythm first. Your eyes turned slowly to Lucian who was watching as Benny’s pace started to pick up. He was continuing to smoke, the smile never leaving his face as he watched you. Your lover sat comfortably in the chair watching as your moans began increasing again. When Miller opened his eyes, he saw where you were looking and had an idea, momentarily pulling out of you as he sat on the edge of the bed and dragged you with him. “You wanna keep an eye on your man honey, I got you. He’ll see you use me to come again. Third time’s the charm right?”

“I don’t care if he sees or not, just get that dick back in me Miller!” You yelled and Benny furrowed his brows while Lucian slapped his own thigh releasing more smoke. You felt as the MMA fighter positioned you on his lap, you back to him and his cock was rubbing against your folds. “Ay…Just stick it in…” You begged, moving your hips weakly. You were tired but not out. You were going to experience this man’s cock. Lucian had him come to your home just for this.

“Bebita is an impatient one. You may want to get to it Benny and stop playing around. She looks tired, but she’ll hop off your lap and smack you.” Lucian smirked and so did you, he was aware of your passionate pursuit of your orgasms. The ashtray welcomed another cigarette and he lit another, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees as Benny lifted your hips and sunk you down on his full length. He dragged you up and down slowly, letting your walls learn the ridges of his cock. “Your balls look a bit tight there Miller. Don’t blow your load too soon. She needs to come first.” 

“Shut the hell up Lu. You talk too damn much.” Benny was trying to focus, but between Lucian’s smoking, your contracting cunt and his own peak nearly reached, he was fighting a losing battle. You were calling his name between your whines when Lucian stood and looked down at the two of you after walking to the side of the bed. The cigarette hung between his lips as his chain dangled near his clavicle, Lucian squatted before you, watching Benny’s cock be sucked in by your core. One of his hands reached to poke your clit as he looked up at you and you looked down. 

“Mi amor es muy linda. (My love is so pretty). Damelo amor.” Lucian kisses between your breasts as Benny curses from your tightened core. The tenderness from Lucian always makes you flutter and you feel yourself floating, curling back against Benny’s chiseled chest as he falls back against the bed, heaving like he’s had a twelve-round match. You felt his softened cock slip out of you as you closed your eyes, Benny’s body was so warm against your back in contrast to your chest, stomach and legs which were all cool. You weren’t sure where Lucian had gone, but you feel yourself moved off of Benny and straightened up in the bed, you head toward the headboard. A warm cloth is soon between your legs and you hear Lucian bickering with Benny. Miller is stating that since he’s a guest and as such, Lucian should wipe him down too. Lucian states that he needed his help to make you come so no, he should wipe himself down. You giggled and they both turn to you and agree to wipe individually before getting in bed. 

“You’re staying?” You asked Benny as he snuggled behind you. He frowns.

“You want me to go honey?” The tall man asks and Lucian slips in the bed in front of you.

“I can tell him to leave querida. He’ll need to try harder another day, if you want.” Lucian leaves the choice to bring Benny back up to you. He kisses your shoulder as Benny slips a finger under Lucian’s gold chain, tracing it before running his finger up into his curls.

“We’ll get some sleep and see what we can work out when we wake up later.” The smile on your face is playful and you’re looking forward to resting up and what comes next. Turns out it’s a great thing when your boyfriend and you have the same man in mind.

Peeps who plan their hall passes 🎫 : @yorksgirl @heareball @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @rhoorl @sin-djarin @magpiepills @morallyinept @lady-bess @inept-the-magnificent @wannab-urs @gasolinerainbowpuddles @megamindsecretlair @alltheglitterandtheroar

[kanerallels]

The final day of @kaneraweek is here, and with it, insane amounts of fluff!! I really liked today's prompt, and had a lot of fun with it (plus I got some AMAZING art to accompany it, check it out here!)

Read on AO3!!

Taglist: @laughingphoenixleader @heckin-music-dork @auroramagpie @accidental-spice @day-to-day-thots @firefoxtessa @cassie-fanfics @opalknight (DM me if you want to be removed or added from the list!)

It was always a toss up on whether Kanan woke before Hera did each morning. There were plenty of mornings when he woke up alone because she had an early morning mission, or because she’d never come to bed in the first place because she was too busy working on something for Sato or Ahsoka or one of the thousands of other people she was determined to help.

It wasn’t that Kanan disliked her helping people. She wouldn’t be the woman he loved if she didn’t do that. But that didn’t mean she should neglect herself, like when he found her awake at all hours of the night and early morning, studying a datapad or trying to find a new place to locate supplies for the Rebellion.

This happened far too often for Kanan’s liking, but he was already working on becoming an expert at convincing her to get some sleep.

Other mornings, he woke up first, finding Hera still asleep next to him. Some of the time, he slipped out of bed and did his morning meditations, readying himself for the day ahead of him. Other times, he let himself watch Hera sleep for a little while, just enjoying the fact that he was by her side.

But his favorite mornings were the ones where they got up at the same time, before everyone else— Sabine and Ezra generally slept in unless instructed otherwise, and Zeb had mastered the ability of getting up at exactly the right moment so they had at least an hour before he appeared. It was a routine they’d perfected over the past eight years, and Kanan loved it.

They made their way to the kitchen together— Kanan’s hair bundled out of the way messily, still yawning as he shuffled towards the cupboards. Hera looked a little more awake, other than the dark circles under her eyes that Kanan never mentioned but always worried about. 

She was the one that went to the caf maker and started it, filling it with the aromatic beans. No one made caf like Hera. Kanan had sworn up and down from the first time he’d tasted it that it was the best he’d ever drunk, and she would always laugh at him. But she kept making the caf, and he’d still take it over the fanciest brews from the moons of Rion and beyond.

While she worked on that, Kanan started on breakfast. What he made varied from day to day— most mornings it was something quick and easy, like oatmeal or frozen sausages or something they could make quickly. But there were times when he liked to go with something fancier, too. French toast, bacon and eggs when they could get them, waffles (Zeb and Ezra’s favorite), or the spicy sausage from Karlini that didn’t come pre-formed (Sabine’s favorite). 

This was one of those days, and he started digging through the cooling unit to see what he could come up with.

“What’s on the menu today?” Hera asked from her position by the caf maker, her voice still a little raspy with the sleep. Kanan felt the corner of his mouth turn up into a small smile at the sound. Even now her voice was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

“Good question.” Frowning at the contents of the cooling supply unit, Kanan said, “Well, we’ve got a couple eggs left— not enough for breakfast burritos or anything like that. But I’m pretty sure we have enough flour left, and we’ve got butter— is there baking powder in the cupboard above you?”

Pulling open the cupboard, Hera pulled out an orange tin. “There is.”

“Good,” Kanan said with a grin. “Waffles it is.”

Hera snorted with amusement as she passed him the tin and started to open the cupboards next to her. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Because you know how much everyone, including you, loves my waffles?” Kanan suggested, pulling the waffle iron out of its specially assigned alcove in front of him and plugging it in. As he began to assemble the ingredients, he heard Hera laugh, and couldn’t resist a smile in response.

It had been a little over seven years since he’d met Hera and joined her crew, six since that relationship became something far stronger than just crew mates, or even friends, and closer to five since a series of near death experiences including being jumped by a bounty hunter, the Ghost getting stolen (along with Zeb and Chopper), and getting stranded on a tropical planet had led to their relationship becoming something permanent.

While Hera’s culture didn’t do wedding rings, the moon orbiting Rion where they’d made things official did, and Kanan hadn’t hesitated at the price. He’d been ready, ready to commit everything he had to this woman. And, by some miracle, she had been, too.

Neither of them still wore the rings— giving the Empire more leverage against either of them was the last thing they wanted to do, and that would make it too obvious— but Kanan still carried his with him everywhere. He knew Hera did the same. 

As he started mixing up the batter for the waffles, he sensed rather than heard her behind him, and glanced over his shoulder to see her approaching with two mugs of caf. “Thanks,” he said, turning and accepting the mug gratefully.

“Any time, love.” Settling against the counter next to him, Hera watched as he took the first sip, closing his eyes to savor the taste.

Opening his eyes, he grinned at her. “Incredible as always, Captain Hera. If this Rebellion thing doesn’t work out, you could set up shop.”

Though she rolled her eyes, Kanan could see she was pleased. “You’d better hope this Rebellion thing works out.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kanan said, turning back to his work. Setting his caf mug to the side, he selected one of the few remaining eggs as he said, “I think it would be a pretty good job for us. You make the caf, I make the food.”

“And where does the Empire fit into this daydream of yours?” Hera quipped, and Kanan frowned.

Cracking the first egg, he said, “Forgot about them. Fine, we’ll do it after this whole Rebellion thing works out.” He cracked two more eggs, then started measuring out the milk as he continued. “Now, obviously, the kids can come with us. Zeb’s the busboy, Chopper and Ezra can be waiters, and Sabine’s my sous chef. Rex can even come if he wants— what?”

He caught Hera watching him, an odd expression on her face. “Nothing,” she said, glancing back down at her caf. “Just— it sounds nice, actually.”

“Of course it does,” Kanan told her. Pausing, he set aside the measuring cup and moved to stand in front of her. “Hey.”

She glanced up, and Kanan felt his heart flutter just a little when he met those green eyes of hers. It had been years, but words still failed him half the time. He thought they probably always would.

“Hey,” she said quietly, smiling at him. “What?”

“Once this is over, I’ll go anywhere you do,” he told her. “You know that, right? We’ll figure out what our future is together once we win this.”

“If we win this.” The words were quiet, and Kanan knew why. Hera was always the strong one, the one who had utter faith in the Rebellion. At least that was how she acted.

But everyone had doubts, even her. “When,” he told her firmly. “We’re gonna win this.” Leaning in, he kissed her gently, feeling her move away from the counter and towards him.

When he pulled away, he added, “And that’s a Kanan guarantee.”

As he moved back to work, he heard Hera laugh. “That’s not a thing.”

“It should be.”

“Hmm, I don’t know about that, dear.”

As Kanan poured the first dollop of batter into the waffle iron, he shot her a grin. “Then you’re just gonna have to trust me.”

The smile she sent back warmed him to the core. “You know I do.”

Kanan briefly contemplated stealing another kiss, but he could hear the sounds of doors opening and voices from deeper in the Ghost. The kids were up, which meant their limited private time was over for now.

But that was alright. He had the rest of his life to spend with Hera, and his family, and he intended to enjoy every minute of it.

[dxckgrxsonx]

the idea of dick being downright disrespectful in bed bc of frustration has my mind going 😵‍💫😮‍💨 - 🌙

Pairing - Dick Grayson x (F) Reader Words - 700 Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Unprotected Sex - Multiple Orgasms - Dirty Talk - Dick puts you in a chokehold - Swearing. Notes - I'm drowning in the thots. they're pulling me under. no one save me I'm having the time of my life.

**

There’s a furious tick in his jaw, muscle jumping when he grinds his teeth.

Frustration ripples under his skin, floods all the way through to the tips of his fingers where he holds you down. Propped up on your knees, Dick shoves your shoulders to the bed, groans long and low in the back of his throat when your back arches seductively.

Roughed up on his patrol and pissed about it, Dick hisses through his teeth when his ribs ache and pull as he moves. The bruise kisses mean and relentless around his right side, feels it hurt all the way around to his spine.

Frustrated. In pain. So fucking hard it rewires his brain.

He presses the head of his cock to your flushed entrance and shoves forwards, sheathes his entire length in your puffy cunt with one stroke. You clamp around him like a vice immediately, tighten up until it’s hard for him to move at all.

“Open up for me, baby.” He demands, one hand grasping at your waist, the other reaching around to rub at your hard little clit. “Can’t move with you squeezin’ me like this.”

“M’tying. S’too big.” You cry out. “Feel so full.”

He watches all the muscles along your back flex, pussy pulsing around him. Pulling back until just the tip remains inside your grasping cunt he hears you whine, sees your chest expand as you pull air into your lungs.

Sinking back into the warmth of your body, Dick moans and sets a punishing pace. Tries to fuck the frustration into your perfectly wet and swollen pussy. Tries to take the pain of a kick to the ribs and stuff it inside you.

You take it like a champ, yield under his pace and rock back to meet his powerful thrusts. Dick thinks you’re perfect, thinks your soft little cunt was made for taking his cock. He looks down, watches his thick length disappear into your soaking hole.

“You’ll take it, won’t you? Your greedy pussy can take this, can’t she, baby?” Garbling a response, Dick can hardly breathe when you throb around him. “Cumming already, sweetheart? S’going to be a long night for you.”

Rubbing over your twitching clit, Dick listens to you whimper, thighs starting to shake with the way he fucks you straight through your orgasm. Twisting your fingers into the sheets Dick wonders if you’ll tear a hole through the fabric.

Grabbing you by the back of the neck he drags you up, presses your back to his chest. The change in angle has your pussy gushing around his cock, has you leaking all over the bed sheets.

“You’re such a slut, dripping all over my sheets like this.” He hisses in your ear. Slotting his forearm against your throat, Dick twists you into a loose chokehold, “Touch yourself for me, baby. Wanna feel you cum again. Want you to make a mess all over my cock.”

One of your hands drops to your clit, fingers quickly moving to circle the sensitive little bundle of nerves until you’re quaking in his arms. The other digs its nails into his forearm, and Dick can feel your pulse pound against the meat of his arm.

He feels you flutter around his cock, pussy milking him for everything he’s worth. Dick smirks against the skin under your ear, “You’re close aren’t you. You better thank me when you cum.”

Gasping desperately, Dick holds you tight when you start to shudder, thighs threatening to give out under you. Your walls tighten up and pulse rhythmically when you come again, Dick nearly blacks out at how tight you get, how wet your pussy becomes, slick seeping out around his cock to drool down the inside of your thighs.

“Thank me, baby.” Dick grunts. “Say thank you for letting you come.”

“Dick…oh–fuck! Thank you–thank you–thank you!”

“M’still frustrated, sweetheart, I think you’ve got a few more in you.” He says, then tacks on. “And even if you don’t, m’gonna use your pretty pussy until I’m done.”

**

[midnight-vixn]

[Guess who's baaaaaack! Have some Lucifer thirst. It's not the best but I tried xD]

Your heart beats harder as you ascend the stage to claim an award from Diavolo. 'For outstanding achievements and diligent work to uniting the three realms'. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face and the pride blooming like a flower in your chest. Your eyes scan the crowd and lock eyes with Lucifer as Diavolo puts the medal around your neck.

He gives you a smirk from his spot in the audience.

Lucifer can't stop praising you, he can feel your pride when he does. With each line of praise, his fingers curl inside you. With each moan that slips from your lips, you get a kiss and more praise. Your pride is so strong he can taste it. He licks a slow stripe up your neck as his fingers find the bundle of nerves inside you and you see stars. A gloved hand covers your mouth as he reminds you that you're backstage as Diavolo gives a speech, slightly hidden behind a thick velvet curtain.

It's not long before he has both of your legs wrapped around his waist, his strong arms holding you up as he pounds into you. It's all you can do to cling onto him. You bite into his shoulder to muffle your moans, you're totally naked, wearing nothing but the medal you won. It hits against your chest with each of his thrusts. His cock is so deep inside you that you're sure you can see it through your stomach if you weren't pressed so close into him. He keeps praising you. Keeps stoking your pride.

"I'm so proud of you." "You've done so well." "You've exceeded my expectations." "You deserve this reward."

He's drunk off you and your pride. He's not thinking straight. He pins you against the wall to get better leverage as his pace goes feral. He's not even stringing together coherent sentences anymore, it's random words of praise between growls, groans and nibbles to your neck.

It's not long before he draws an orgasm out of you and he follows not long after. Just in time too as Diavolo leaves the stage to applause, you could have sworn you saw him look over out the corner of his eye but decided not to say anything as Lucifer slowly pulls out of you, a barely audible moan leaves his throat when his cock pulls out of you. He licks his lips as he watches his own cum drip out of you and onto the floor.

He looks in your eyes and smirks.

"Let's get you back home so I can congratulate you better."

Hold on I have to lay down I— Lucifer being turned on from your pride???? Y E S!!

Lucifer is proud of all your accomplishments big and small but feeling you be proud of your accomplishments? That sparks something inside him, it makes him twitch in his pants, it makes his mind run wild with what he wants to do to you later.

He gets this look in his eyes that lets you know you’ll be spending the night in his room. You feed off each other at that point, you feel prideful knowing how much you turn him on and he becomes restless in his seat.

This was perfect, I’m thinking many thots, Lucifer watching his cum drip out of you 😵‍💫 no one look at me rn

[renhoeku1]

One of my favorite things to think about is the absolute most sweetest men on earth turning into the scummiest bastards you can imagine. Not for @decayish 's scumbag collab, just some thots I've been having since I joined the collab huehuehue—

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Warning: scumbag!rengoku, female!reader, panty stealing/sniffing, humiliation, noncon/dubcon, degradation/praise, dacryphilia, spanking, fingering, penetration, orgasm denial, reader is a toaster strudel. Unedited.

Kyojuro is revered for his kindness, for his warm presence and his overwhelming enthusiasm in all things he did. He catches the eyes of many, however his own was entirely on you, his perfect little slut just waiting for him back at his family's estate. To everyone else he's nothing but the sweetest man and the best friend anyone could ask for, but to you? He's an absolute nightmare...

It's so humiliating when he tells you to pull your panties off from under your skirt and give them to him when he gets home, the way he holds them to his nose and breathes them in is as one would when stepping outside for fresh air. It's disgusting and it shouldn't have such an effect on you, but it does and you can't help the way your thighs clench together. He smiles, gently folding them to put them in his pocket and you swallow hard, awaiting anything else he might say—

But he says nothing, walking past you and down the hall like nothing ever happened. And it's not the first time he had done so.

You see, when you first began working for the Rengoku's, Kyojuro was the first to greet you and show you around their home, he even invited you to lunch with him to talk and get to know each other more. You thought he was charming and compassionate— boisterous, of course— but kindhearted and dare you even say a little sensitive. However, as time went on, he began to show a different side to himself.

The first night it happened, there was a rather large storm and it wasn't safe for you to leave the estate and walk home. So, you stayed upon the invitation of Kyojuro and his little brother— their father of course couldn't care less. Kyojuro was attentive, treating you as he would any other guest. He provided you a safe, warm place to rest your head and you couldn't have been more grateful. That night, however, he mentioned some kind of...repayment.

"What?" You asked, blinking in surprise.

"Are you truly going to make me repeat myself, Miss (Y/L/N)?" He hummed with a smile you couldn't quite place, but all you could feel was a sense of unease.

You paused, mulling it over within your skull. "O-Okay..." Your hands fiddled with the skirt of your nightgown before you slowly lifted it, warmth erupting across your features as embarrassment flooded your very core. He stood back, watching you with a satisfied look in his fiery gaze. You turned so your back was to him, holding your breath until you felt hands upon your body, gently pushing you to lean forward over your borrowed bed. His hands were rough as they pushed the nighty further up, exposing your clothed ass and a bit of your back. You shivered feeling his fingertips tracing your spine and move to the waistband of your panties. But this was Kyojuro Rengoku, everything was fine, right?

The sound of tearing made you jolt and suddenly you could feel the rooms cool air against your cunt you hadn't realized was so wet. You gasped when he swiped a finger between your lips and honestly you were afraid to turn your head as watch whatever he did next. If you didn't comply, what would he do? Throw you out? Hurt you? The best thing you could do was do as he wanted. The slimy bastard.

His fingers toyed with you, poked and prodded, small little mews escaping you every time he touched your needy little clit. "Who knew you were such a little whore." Kyojuro purred, sliding two fingers into your core and pumping them slowly, his thumb finding the bundle of nerved that begged to be touched. You buried your face in the bed, hurt by his comment and stupidly aroused by it all the same.

"M-Mister Rengoku—" you tried to speak, tears welling in your eyes," Please—"

"Please what? Use your words, tell me what you want."

"I—" you hesitated, however he didn't seem to like that and so his rough hand came down upon your ass with a harsh smack. "Please! M-More—" Gods you were so ashamed at how much you wanted to feel it. He spanked you again, a yelp slipping from your lips. "W-Want you to t-touch me more, want to feel you inside me." You felt pathetic and utterly small, powerless.

"Good girl, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" His words were condescending but his tone was...softer. You cried against the sheets when he pulled his hand away, however you didn't miss the shuffle of fabric and suddenly something else prodded your core, something much larger than simple fingers. "Do you want my cock inside you, whore?" He chuckled, teasing you with the tip. You could only nod. "A good little slut."

You bit down on the fabrics of the blanket when he pushed inside you, stretching your sweet little cunt with his fat fucking dick. It hurt yet it felt so fucking good too, yet his words kept swimming in your head along with your other thoughts. Slut, whore, were you really those things?

He kept pushing until he was completely sheathed within your hot sticky walls, groaning and leaning forward to press his forehead into your back just between your shoulderblades. His hips began to move and you moaned like a bitch in heat, spreading your thighs more and lifting your ass higher. It was so easy, too easy. "That's it, you take my cock so well." His words reached your deafened ears as you cried and gasped, trying to remain somewhat quiet because you'd scream of you didn't. He felt so good, stretching out your cunt the way he did.

Each thrust he made only made it harder to keep yourself contained, your hand covering your mouth when his hips moved faster, harder. The slap of skin upon skin, the sickeningly sweet squelch of your sopping pussy each time his dick slipped in and out, it was all just too much. You didn't realize just how turned on he made you until you neared your end, walls tightening around him, and the man pulled out completely only to jack himself off until hot ribbons of cum decorated your back.

You whined when he pulled away, listening to him chortle menacingly," I'll let you cum when you're so desperate you come crying to me, begging me to let you."

Since then, it's been the same, and you haven't given in just yet, but you feel yourself breaking just a little more every time.

[dirty-holy-things]

in response to this :: i’ve been thinking about cockwarming with bucky and how he’d praise reader 👀👀 i don’t have a specific prompt but just that thot

easy like sunday morning

pairing: Bucky x fem!reader, no Y/N

rating: MATURE, minors DNI

words: 1.7k

warnings: swearing, smut, I mean this is honestly pure smut

authors notes: this might've turned out a little softer than intended but I couldn't help it bc it's how my day started bc the idea of lazy sweet morning sex with Bucky is *chefs kiss*

There was truly nothing better than waking up in Bucky's strong embrace on a chilly autumn morning. Smiling softly to yourself as the haze of sleep been to clear, you stretched languidly within his grasp, enjoying the way the morning sun danced through the open window and across the bundled-up sheets that housed your sleepy bodies. Memories of the night before came rushing back, as you felt a familiar soreness in your still-weary muscles; and despite the evening’s escapades, you still felt a stirring need within your core as you became more and more aware of Bucky’s frame pressed against you.

The vibranium arm was cooled by the breeze that rustled the sheer curtains, and was warmed by the soft light of the sun that cast the room in a golden glow. His broad shoulders eclipsed your own, and as you nestled further into him, you felt the defined ridges and planes of his stomach. Typically quite stiff and rigid, he had relaxed in his sleep, and he held a certain softness that he struggled to sustain when awake.

Something else, however, was most definitely still stiff. Bucky had wrapped one of his thickly-muscled thighs around your legs, and with this positioning, you could feel the rigid heat of his cock pressing against your bare skin. You whimpered softly, feeling the dampness beginning to grow as you moved your hips against him, trying to alleviate some of the tension that was now chasing away the early-morning serenity.

You had thought you were being quiet, being subtle; Bucky rarely slept in later than you, so you didn’t want to disturb him, but a not-so-silent sigh escaped from your lips and roused him from sleep.

“G’mornin, sweets,” Bucky hummed, the sleep making his voice gravelly and rough, which only served to stoke that fire that was now burning within you. You felt the smoothness of the vibranium arm slide across your body, before moving downwards to grasp your hip, using the leverage to pull you tighter against him. You cried out softly as his cock just barely swiped through your slick folds; he was so close, but felt so incredibly far, giving you a taste but not offering the indulgence. He chuckled lowly to himself, your reaction amusing him. “Hmm, so it really is a good mornin’ after all.”

You pushed your body back towards him, trying to get any sort of skin to skin contact that you could — you needed him, you needed your Bucky, needed to feel him everywhere all at once. “Buck, please,” you asked, not having the capacity to feel any sort of shame for your neediness.

“My girl needs me to take care of her?” He asked quietly, before nipping at the soft, exposed skin of your neck. “Well… seein’ as how good you were last night, I think I can do that.”

You gasped in surprise as you felt the thick, twitching heat of Bucky’s cock sink definitively into your aching, throbbing cunt, stretching and filling you perfectly. You were still a bit sensitive from the last night’s rougher activities, no more than 10 hours past — but the lingering soreness offered that extra, perfect element of stimulation that made you sigh in pleasured bliss.

Bucky groaned softly into your ear as he buried himself deep, before bringing his soft mouth to nip softly at your jawline, your neck, your earlobe, his featherlight kisses earning a cascade of needy and desperate sighs. “Could stay jus’ like this, buried in this perfect pussy. Y’feel so fucking perfect on me, doll — like you were made for me — jus’ me —“

Bucky punctuated the last words with a languid thrust of his hips, building up a slow but steady rhythm; you could feel the ridges and veins of his length dragging across your sensitive, pulsing walls as you gripped him, not wanting any distance between your body and his. You wanted to lose yourself to the feeling of him, not knowing where his body ended and yours began; only knowing the brightly-glowing pleasure that radiated between you.

Slow, lazy, Sunday morning sex was the kind of blissful indulgence that you needed, that you craved; to take your time, to touch softly, laugh quietly, to whisper gently. It was the perfect thing to follow last night’s rough, primal, desperate sex, composed of clashing teeth and bruising grips, the kind of pushing and pulling that catapulted you higher. That kind of sex had its time and its place — and this was the morning for sweet love and the sleepy afterglow.

“I love you, Buck,” you sighed, feeling the head of his cock brush repeatedly against that soft, ridged spot deep inside of you that only he ever managed to find. “Please, oh — please, right there, just like that — Bucky —“

Your skin felt like it was alight with the glow of a hundred suns, kissing and teasing and burning every nerve ending in your body; you felt the familiar tight, hot knot in your core that radiated throughout you, consuming every inch of you until you felt the heat and tension in your fingertips.

Bucky continued to roll his hips against yours, still cradling your body against his chest; you could feel the faint sheen of sweat between your warm bodies, and you could feel the smile that clung to his lips as he kissed your jawline again, letting his lips trace all over, to chart a path across your exposed skin. “Can feel you’re bout’ta cum, doll,” Bucky whispered, his soft lips now dragging across your shoulder, his tongue tracing ever so lightly against you. “C’mon, pretty girl, wanna feel you cum for me, wanna make you feel so good — can you do that for me, be good for me? Be my sweet girl, cum for me.”

Bucky’s words felt as sweet and perfect as the sunlight, and you felt your breathing quicken and your muscles begin to tense up as you were brought to that blissful edge with every steady thrust of Bucky’s hips. His vibranium arm moved to stroke slow, lazy circles against your clit, and with that touch, you felt yourself falling, crashing headfirst into the golden glow of your orgasm. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt wave after wave of undulating pleasure roll across you and through you, your body tensing and relaxing in tandem with Bucky’s thrusts.

“There ya go,” Bucky grinned, his lips planting a heavy kiss against your temple as he held you close as the tides of your orgasm slowly subsided. “Good job, doll, knew you could do it — love feeling you cum for me, did so good for me —“

You felt perfectly, blissfully relaxed, every last vestige and knot of tension having been coaxed out of you by Bucky’s perfect movements. He took advantage of your now-pliant body, shifting and bending you in a way that allowed for him to sink even deeper into your soaking, velvety cunt; his previously-steady thrusts now became more erratic, and you felt his cock twitch with each staggered movement. “Mmm, cum for me, Bucky, please,” you sighed, reaching upwards to tangle your hand into his slightly-overgrown hair. “Fill me up, Bucky, wanna feel you cum so deep inside me —“

And with a gentle tug of his hair, you brought Bucky right to that same threshold of bliss he had shown to you just moments ago. He groaned as he thrust once, twice, and then stilled; you felt his cock throb and twitch within the sweet heat of your cunt, before spilling warm ropes of cum deep into you. His grip against your body, which had tightened just before his climax, now relaxed slightly; but he still cradled you closely against him as he tried to catch his breath.

He kissed up and down your shoulder, and you could feel the large, brilliant grin that had taken up residence on his face. “I love you, doll.”

You giggled, your mind now somewhat hazy from sleepiness and post-orgasm bliss. “I love you too, Buck.”

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling softly. “Can we stay like this today? Just like this?” He asked, rolling his hips gently; his softening cock was still fully seated inside of you, and you loved the sensation, the fullness of the moment.

You smiled, loving how Bucky loved your body. “Can’t stay like this all day, Buck; we’ve got things to do.”

“What things? I don’t like things. I just like this.” Bucky huffed in faux-exasperation.

You laughed, the sound carrying across the room. “C’mon, let’s get up. Got a whole day ahead of us.”

Bucky rolled underneath you, managing to keep his cock inside of you, and he wrapped your legs around his waist before standing up from the bed. You squealed, throwing your arms around his neck to keep from falling — you knew Bucky would never let that happen, but still — and began to laugh freely and loudly as he carried you from the bedroom to the kitchen; he kept one arm wrapped securely around you as he poured a cup of coffee, somehow managing to keep it perfectly balanced as he brought the two of you to the couch.

Once you were both seated, he released his grip on your waist, bringing the steaming cup of coffee up to his pink and thoroughly-kissed lips. He cocked an eyebrow at you, a smirk on his face. “We’re up, aren’t we?”

The two of you laughed, not surprised in the least by Bucky’s determination and stubbornness. His cock was still inside of you, having not slipped once; while now-soft, you still rolled your hips against him, loving the feeling of being full of Bucky — his cock, his cum, it gave you the kind of pleasure and satisfaction that made you glow. You planted kisses all over his face, before sneakily grabbing the cup of coffee from his hands. Taking a sip, you smiled before speaking. “Brilliant move, Barnes. But we can’t stay like this all day,” you chided. “We’re supposed to have lunch with Sam and Sharon in a few hours. Might be a little… awkward for them.”

Bucky shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s why I already took the liberty of canceling our plans. It’s jus’ you and me today, baby.”

The two of you split into wide grins, the warm morning sunlight wrapping around your tangled bodies, and you were sure nothing had ever felt quite this close to heaven.

[djarrex]

Imagine this: ur sitting in Jesse's lap, facing away, stuffed full of his cock, legs spread out over his. Jesse's got a firm grip on your hips to keep you still while u suck Kix off. Meanwhile the feeling of Jesse's cock is too delicious to ignore so u start grinding down on him. Kix cums and decides to return the favor by licking ur clit while ur STILL sitting on Jesse. You feel the pleasure building and cum crying out Kix's name. Jesse grabs ur hips and says hes gonna make u say his name next

whew - had to jot some shit down bc this thot could not go unanswered

Jesse x f!reader / Kix x f!reader | masterlist

Explicit | 18+ only | smut. cockwarming. piv. oral - m & f receiving. basically everything that's in the ask + some twists

Jesse’s muscular thighs hold yours open - spreading you wide - lips split as they mold around his thick cock

“Stay right here, baby. Just like this,” he whispers in your ear - breath hot against the cartilage - chin notched where your shoulder curves into your neck

Your back sticks to his firm chest, the sheen of sweat gluing the two of you together

Hands secure on your hips, Jesse holds you in place - the press of calloused fingertips on your skin

You’re stuffed full, impaled between your legs and your jaw stretching to accommodate Kix’s cock as he thrusts back and forth, slowly, nudging the cavern of your throat with each forth - back and forth - back and forth

You can practically feel your arousal oozing from where your pussy stretches around Jesse - pooling on his groin - the patch of maintained curls

Kix’s hand rests just under your jaw, the supple skin bulging under his palm

You relax your tongue, allowing him to glide in smoothly with each cant of his hips all while Jesse keeps your lower half unmoving

“Osik - your mouth is perfect, darling,” Kix praises with a cunt-tingling groan, throwing his head back in bliss before meeting your eyes as they peer up at him. “Look so pretty spread open and propped up like this- ”

It isn’t difficult to tell when Kix is close, and as his thrusts gain more purpose and momentum, breaths deepening and the grip on your throat tightening, you feel his cock swell and explode while engulfed in the warmth of your mouth - the tang of his release trickling down your throat

Kix gasps and murmurs a breathy curse when you squeeze your lips together as he tries to withdraw his spent appendage - catching the head and suckling every last drop from him

Jesse chuckles, his own cock twitching in the depths of your cunt

“What a good girl,” says Kix, thumb swiping across your swollen bottom lip. “Our perfect girl,” Jesse adds, fondling your breasts

Kix leans forward to catch your lips in a tangy kiss - tongue briefly brushing against yours

Unable to ignore the stagnant heat itching to grow into a blazing fire, you rock experimentally on Jesse’s lap, earning a hum from him that could either be construed as displeasure at your impatience or approval at your impatience

You turn your head back to gaze at him - the dark colors of lust glowing dangerously in his eyes

“Please,” you whine - nails digging into his thighs - twisting the thick hairs between your fingers

You blink at him, hoping the look in your own eyes paired with the soft expression on your face is enough to convince him to fuck you already

“Jesse, ple- oh- ”

Whipping your head forward, Kix is now on his knees between your legs, mouth ghosting over your mound and tongue poking between his lips, gently prodding your clit with the silky, wet muscle

Kix smirks, bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he tests your reactions - repeating the quick licks to your aching clit

You feel yourself tighten around Jesse’s cock with each jostle to the bundle of nerves - thighs twitching

“Shit, vod,” Jesse rasps, “Do that again - she likes it”

You can’t take your eyes off Kix - his tongue - as he shapes it around your clit - lapping

The low rumble in Kix’s throat as he chuckles makes you whimper, grasping Jesse’s thighs as you resume the gyrations against him - chasing your pleasure

You practically buck against Kix’s skillful tongue, coaxing him to press it harder as the pressure starts to build in your abdomen - sparks shooting to your toes

Jesse’s breathing picks up as you work yourself on him, no doubt feeling the strong muscles of your inner walls constricting his length tighter and tighter as you climax

“Kix - ohhh, Kix! Fuck- ”

Thighs quivering as you futilely struggle to shut them around Jesse’s, you cry out, riding out the wave of bliss - head thrown back against his shoulder

Jesse mouths at your neck, the smooth edge of his teeth lightly scraping along the sensitive skin

Kix stands upright, wiping the gloss of spit from his lips - cock twitching to life at the apex of his thighs

Jesse sucks in a breath, kneading the flesh of your hips - nibbling your ear

“Mmm, baby - wanna hear you scream out my name next.. ”

You exhale with a soft laugh, feeling him throb inside the slippery channel of your cunt

Then a single, upright jolt of Jesse’s hips makes you gasp loudly - air knocked from your lungs

He continuously repeats the previous motions, picking up speed and force each time as you grasp the meat of his thighs for balance

The grunts and groans coming from behind you has your head spinning - the pressure once again bubbling in your core

Kix steps back - head shaking in amusement - cock in hand

“Hurry up,” he urges the ARC, eyes focused on where your pussy splits open around his vod. “I want a ride.”

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[navybrat817]

Thirsty thots Thursday- share the first thing that comes to mind reading this?

Amber! So, I had this man on my mind and it's perfect for @cockslut-padalecki and her 11 Sentence Challenge. Prompt in bold!

Not Stopping

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: Almost 200, 11 sentences

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Dean Winchester (he's a warning!)

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Dean promised he'd be quick and, like an idiot, you listened to him. It felt like he'd been gripping your hips for hours, pulling you back and forth on his cock with strength that never ceased to amaze you. Your boyfriend, his shocking declaration, chuckled like an asshole when you whined his name. Sam would be back any second and he still didn't know about the two of you. 

The sound of footsteps in the hall made you lift your head, biting your lip to keep from screaming because Dean wasn't stopping. He only fucked you harder, rubbing your clit in quick circles. Your arms shook as you tried to fight off the building orgasm, knowing your cries would fill the entire bunker. It was like he wanted you to get caught. 

"Dean, he'll hear us!"

The relief of his fingers leaving your swollen bundle of nerves was short lived when he gripped the back of your neck and shoved your head down, rutting into you like an animal. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

tuxedo iii, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of previous jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the next morning. Your cat is still a man. Fuck. He still thinks he owns the place, including you. Sigh. Well, you still have to do your job, because, yikes, your cat-man has spent a small fortune on new clothes (spending like he’s got a black card, what’s up with that?). Ah, but... maybe both of you are starting to finally acknowledge that he might be a more man than cat – at least for the time being...?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of the coronavirus pandemic; possibly full-on crack; mentions of and a tiny bit of smut (fem reader, spanking, doggy, unintentional??? voyeurism, dry humping / thigh riding); domestic and soft moments with your cat-man; non-idol!AU - cat!Yoongi x human!reader; ft slightly cocky Jeon Jungkook (+drama!!!) and bestfriend!Kim Seokjin; breaking of the fourth wall; are YOU a furry? yeah, I kinda think you are

*deep breath* I reference a certain boat that was stuck in the Suez Canal, Yoongi's livestream where he poked himself in the nose with the coffee straw, his love for tangerines, too many Twitch chat memes, that time his mom called him a boiled dumpling, 'BST' pink pajama Yoongi, DTS, TXT's 'Cat & Dog', etc...

–

part i | part ii

-

You woke up slowly. 

A perfect, peaceful morning. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Neck cradled by your memory foam pillow? Check. Back well supported by your soft mattress? Check. Not sleeping on your sofa and destroying your spine? Check. Hey, you’re moving up in life! Ah, what a normal day already. You opened your eyes a crack; vision blurred from the morning sunlight filtering through your curtains. Bundled in your minty-green duvet? Check. Wearing your extra soft black-and-white striped pajamas? Check. 

Large pale human hand firmly gripping your right titty? Check. 

Wait… 

What?

Your eyes snapped open and flew to your left. 

Min Yoongi's face was centimeters from yours, buried into your pillow, messy bedhead sticking out everywhere. Black choker with the tiny silver bell around his neck. Still had those black velvety pointed cat ears and glowing pale skin, pretty pink lips ever-so-slightly upturned, warm exhale against your ear. 

Your cat still a disturbingly handsome man?

Ah, yup, check. 

His hand was on your right breast, fingers molded to the soft curve. A quick glance and, whew, he was still fully dressed in his black t-shirt and sweatpants from yesterday. Yes, fully, completely dressed. Shit, what if he caught you staring? You quickly flickered your eyes up at the ceiling, hastily wiping the drool away from your mouth. Whoa there. That would be embarrassing if he caught that.

Also, kind of gross. Don’t be gross. Keep it together.

Hahaha…

Well, yup, this was still awkward, the whole hand-on-the-titty thing, hahaha, but not as awkward as it would be if, hahaha, you accidentally, oh, don't know, hahaha, got really, really, really disgustingly drunk and, hahaha, had somehow lost all impulse control and, hahaha, fucked your cat?

Man.

Cat-man. 

Hahaha, that would never happen. You’d make sure of that.

... 

Unless?

No, no, no, stop, he's your cat, your cat, he's literally been a (cat) man for one fucking day, albeit a incredibly hot, deliciously built (cat) man who put your facial massager on your nipple and let you touch his human dick in the shower and he was hard for a hot second, so... no, no, no, stop, you are not a desperate thot, get a fucking grip – well, you kind of are – but not him, for fuck’s sake, you still don't understand what the fuck is going on or if he even remotely likes you and, let's face it, he probably doesn’t because you almost paid a guy to chop off his nuts–

"Are you dying?"

You choked on air and lurched sharply at the sudden deep, raspy voice. The grip on your right breast tightened, preventing you from moving away. You did what any sensible human being would do in this situation and wheezed like you were on the verge of passing out. 

"Urk!"

"Do you have high blood pressure?" Yoongi yawned calmly, turning his face to the side to avoid breathing in your face, thereby pressing his body even closer to you. Your neck and ears heated to five billion degrees. "Your heart's beating abnormally fast. Maybe you should see a doctor."

You definitely needed to see a doctor for something as well as several gallons of holy water and a priest to get an exorcism for that horny demon inside you. 

"Y-Your hand!"

Yoongi grunted. "What about it?"

What about it???

"It's on my tits!" you squeaked.

Yoongi lifted his head, squinting. "It is." Then his head dropped and he closed his eyes again. 

HELLO, Min Yoongi? That's ALL you have to say???

"Is there a problem?"

IS THERE A PROBLEM???????

"I've always slept like this," he mumbled.

That's... true though. Your tuxedo cat, previously named Shooky until you realized he had his own name, did used to always sleep next to you, when he wasn’t trying to murder you by sitting on your chest, that is (he was adamant on letting you know when he needed breakfast). Usually, your cat was splayed out by your left side, his long body extended and pressed against you, his white, sock-like paws encircling your arm. Shooky had basically been a small furry heater that kicked you sometimes in his sleep. 

Keyword: small.

"Y-You w-were a cat!" you sputtered.

"I'm still a cat."

"No, you're a man! With arms!"

"The reach is a little farther. Who cares?"

WHO CARES???????

Before you could very loudly inform Yoongi who exactly cared – that’s you, by the way, yes, you – he wrapped his arms around you and yanked your body to his, turning you into a red-hot chili pepper with the amount of heat your face was now emitting. Then his free hand grabbed your other titty. Without asking! Without even so much as buying you dinner or, hell, giving you a goddamn cracker! You didn't need to be wined and dined, but at least a single fucking snack before using your tits like his own personal stress ball!

Yoongi pressed your back into his chest.

You froze. 

He pressed his crotch into your ass, shivering slightly.

Your soul left your body. 

"Ugh, this human body is terrible," Yoongi muttered. "Always so cold. I need this extra body heat or I'll die."

You'll die? YOU’LL DIE?

You were pretty sure that you were already dead. Rest in peace.

Hang on. 

Something was stuck in a very specific place, quite similar to a far-too-large boat in a narrow canal.

"Um."

Er...

"What?" your cat-man grunted.

"Your..." You gulped. "Dick."

"What about it?"

"You, uh... have morning wood."

"Is that a human euphemism?" he grumbled impatiently, clear annoyance in his tone. "I don't understand your species. Wouldn't it be easier to be straightforward and explain yourself clearly?"

A muscle in your eye twitched, reaching breaking point.

"Your dick is rock-hard and you're shoving it between my ass cheeks!"

"Yeah, so? It's cold too."

Your irritation fizzled out at Yoongi’s self-assured, completely calm response. In fact, he sounded borderline bored and exasperated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His hard dick was cold, so he put it in the warmest place he could find, your ass, duh. Nothing weird about it, of course. Your mind reeled, unable to compute what the fuck was going on. Thus, your body did what it did best in these moments where you did not want to give a response that would most certainly expose you and your dire need to get dicked.

Not deal with it, of course.

You fainted.

-

"Fuck!"

You shot out of bed at the harsh yell, tangled in the covers, barely registering that Yoongi no longer had a death grip on your tits – in fact, he was no longer in bed at all – and stumbled towards the source of the sound, highly disoriented, your earlier fainting spell turning you into a bumbling mess.

Admittedly, not that different from your usual self.

(Ouch, roasted.)

"What, what, what?" you croaked, running into the doorframe of the bedroom and nearly taking yourself out. 

Might as well, maybe it would have been a blessing in disguise, considering the way your life was going. 

You finally tumbled your way to the kitchen, where your cat-man was hissing at the pan on the stove. 

"I was trying to make eggs," Yoongi spat, pointing accusingly at the frying pan. His ears were flat and his tail was sticking straight up. "And then it attacked me."

If you had three functioning brain cells, you would have remembered Yoongi putting his morning wood between your ass cheeks this morning, but alas, you only had two at the moment – you did run into the doorframe, might have lost one there – so instead you nudged him aside and rolled up your sleeves, taking the pan and shaking it so the eggs wouldn't burn. 

"Was it the oil? Sometimes it pops," you asked as Yoongi continued death glaring at the pan.

"I saw you doing this yesterday. You didn't seem bothered," he mumbled, finishing with a low, angry hiss as if the pan was sentient and mocking him. The oil popped and seared your forearm, but at this point you maybe had five hair follicles total on your arms with how many times hot oil had splattered in you. It used to bother you when you were a kid, but years of cooking had desensitized the feeling, turning it to nothing more than a mere annoyance. Yoongi stayed behind you, intermittently letting out hisses of rage as you cooked.

"I told you, my dad's a chef. You get used to it," you said, tipping the pan and flipping the thin egg pancake with ease. 

"That's bizarre," Yoongi muttered. "No normal animal gets used to pain."

Normality was starting to become a bit of a foreign concept to you.  As for being an animal, well…

You took the pan off the heat and rolled the egg onto a plate with a spare set of chopsticks, turning it into a log shape. A literal egg roll, ready to be sliced into bite-sized pieces. You took a sniff. It seemed to be seasoned already. Had Yoongi simply copied what you did yesterday? His observation skills were insane.

"Then again, you seem to enjoy–"

"Yoongi," you blurted, not wanting to know what he thought you seemed to enjoy, but very sure it was going to be one-hundred-percent embarrassing and only for you. "There's some leftover beef and vegetables in the fridge you can have with the egg and rice."

He raised his eyebrows. "Beef? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Because I was asleep and maybe half-dead? "Did you brush your teeth?' you asked suddenly. 

Yoongi scowled. "Unfortunately."

"Right, so should I, goodbye now."

You marched away hurriedly, trying not to think about how your cat had surely witnessed you getting spanked while being fucked from behind by none other than, surprise, surprise, his not-so-favorite human being, Jeon Jungkook. Tattoo guy strikes again. The worst part was, you couldn't lock the door on your cat either, because then he would meow incessantly while you were getting deep-dicked and that was even worse. 

"Your cat really likes you, huh?" Jungkook mused as you yanked open the bedroom door to the black-and-white tuxedo furball. 

"Like is a strong word," you muttered at your cat, who yawned and sauntered past you to his cat tree, acting like he owned the damn place. 

"I like you."

"Hah... wait, what?"

Jungkook grinned as your eyes found his. Took a while. You were a little distracted by his nakedness. His tattoos up his right arm. His tan skin. His muscles. His white teeth biting on his lower lip, tiny mole underneath flashing. His long black hair, framing dark chocolate eyes and teasing, cocked eyebrow. 

"I like you," he repeated, voice deep and sexy.

You turned red and made the most coherent noise you could. 

“... Urk?”

“Noona.”

Why did he look so fucking hot and disrespectful at the same time when saying an honorific?

Jungkook came up to you, hand cupping your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He brought his face close to yours, lips brushing against your swollen ones, taking your breath away.

"Wanna go back to me spanking you while you get off on my dick?"

Respectfully, of course. 

"How much rice do you want?"

You started, poking yourself in the nose with your toothpaste-covered toothbrush and smearing mint up your nostril – almost as bad as poking a coffee straw up your nose during a livestream in front of millions of people, yikes – as Yoongi appeared behind you, breaking you out of the memory. Your cat-man watched you with mild disgust and displeasure as you coughed and dunked your head into the sink, hurriedly rinsing off your burning nose.

"Whatever, I'll just fill it halfway."

And he left you sputtering, pajamas and hair soaking wet in your haste.

Awesome. 

-

“I’m ordering some groceries,” you announced in between bites of rice and egg. You tapped lightly at the phone screen as you spoke. Green onions, tofu, cucumbers… “Do you want anything?”

“Meat.”

You swiped rapidly and added packages of chicken, pork, and beef into your cart. Why the fuck not? You like meat. All kinds of–

“Yes, Yoongi, I’m getting meat. Anything else?”

“What else is there?”

You made a face and handed him your phone. “All sorts of things. Household products too, in case you don’t want to smell like my soap.”

“Your soap is preferable,” he said absentmindedly, scrolling through the online grocery app. You continued eating, shoving things in your mouth and none of it dick. Sad. At least it tasted good. Your cat-man had seasoned the egg well. You jumped as Yoongi spoke again. “I want these.” He turned the phone around.

You squinted at the screen, staring at a picture of orange balls. “Tangerines? Why?”

He turned the phone back to him. “They’re small, round, and look tasty.”

You blinked at him, then shrugged. “Sure, why not? I guess your palette might have changed. Try whatever you want.”

He pursed his lips and pressed a few buttons as you ate. You realized you needed to order more groceries now that your cat was a man eating your human food and no longer a cat eating his rather expensive cat food. Sigh. You had put Shooky’s cat bowls in a cabinet earlier this morning before sitting down to eat. It seemed weird leaving them out on the floor like that. Kind of offensive, maybe, now that your cat was a man and all…

“Okay, I ordered it.”

“Ah, okay, that’s good. They’ll probably come later this week.”

-

After breakfast, you spent nearly half an hour with Yoongi trying to pick out something for him to watch from your various streaming services, only for him to select a historical drama series. Like what? You cat (man) wanted to watch historical drama out of all things? Instead of learning about the modern world, he wanted to watch a depiction of the past?

Whatever, it had seventy-seven episodes, so at least he would be occupied for a while.

You let him be and went to your computer, intending on getting some editing done. Sure, the universe decided your cat was a man now, but you still needed to pay for said cat-man’s existence. You still didn’t know what you were going do to with all that cat food, cat toys, cat tree… ugh, this was all a problem for future you, not present you.

Present you needed to splice five-hundred images of PepeHands together and overlay it over a League of Legends one-shot compilation.

Uh, so, it was this meme of a green frog named Pepe holding up his anthropomorphic hands in despair, therefore coining the term PepeHands for a particular Twitch chat emote… never mind, it just meant you were spending some time video editing for a gaming YouTuber and it required concentration, shitty memes, and well-timed captions. And you were getting paid good money to do this.

Yeah, it’s a weird world.

You sat at your desktop and got to work, doing the rough cuts of the video first. Thankfully, the YouTuber had already sent you the timestamps of the noteworthy moments, therefore making your job a lot easier. You spent several hours compiling the clips before adding your extra flair and effects. You had a library of images and sound bites that you commonly used (including Goofy singing Evanescence's ‘Bring Me to Life’) and was in the middle of grayscaling a video clip and adding the familiar audio of all around me are familiar faces before being scared shitless.

“Woof.”

You swore someone was singing ‘Mad World’ as they were narrating your life right now.

“Gah!”

You jerked in your seat to see Yoongi leaning over behind you, eyebrow raised as you gawked at him.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you exclaimed, pulling back an earcup of your headset.

He frowned. “How can I sneak up on you?” He flicked the silver bell on the black choker around his neck, making it jingle cheerfully. “You put stupid thing on me, remember?”

You winced. “Well, I’d take it off, but there’s some kind of voodoo magic on that shit – and hey, don’t change the subject! You have that weird cat thing where you’re silent no matter what.”

Yoongi looked unbothered. “Weird cat thing? Thought you said I was a man?”

“Thought you said you were a cat?” you shot back.

You glared at him and he gave you a blank expression. Then he cocked his head to your desk.

“Your phone is flashing.”

You jerked your head to see your phone screen flicker. You grabbed it off you desk and unlocked it, checking your messages. Five messages from – ah, but of course – your best friend. Kim Seokjin.

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

You pursed your lips. With the pandemic and all, you hadn’t visited Seokjin in forever, but every week he would text you, asking for a photo of your cat and he would send you a picture of his sugar glider. With every week being the same and nothing interesting of note happening, it was hard to think of conversation topics. Therefore, Seokjin and you came up with this weekly event so your friendship wouldn’t deteriorate. Also, both of you were serious introverts, so he spent most of this pandemic playing MapleStory while you spent most of it on your couch watching Netflix with your cat. It was a miracle you two hadn’t morphed into actual potatoes yet.

You glanced at Yoongi, who was inspecting his nails and picking at them. You frowned and batted at his hand. He frowned back and smacked yours, harder. You glared at him. He gave you a vacant stare, as if he had done nothing.

“Why are you picking at your cuticles?” you muttered, going back to your phone and sending Seokjin an old picture of Shooky. You couldn’t exactly send him a picture of current Shooky. He was… well, currently not a cat. You stared at the picture of the fluffy tuxedo cat curled into a ball, asleep in your lap on the couch.

That moment wasn’t even that long ago.

Somehow, it felt like ages since you had last petted that furry butt.

“Hm, dunno. Occupies my hands, I guess,” Yoongi replied distractedly.

“Well, you shouldn’t. It’s not good for you.” You noticed you had another message from the local delivery service, saying a package had arrived at your doorstep. You stood, placing your phone on the desk and looked at Yoongi, who was staring at his old cat tree, the one by the window. When he was a cat, he used to poke his head between the curtains and look outside, watching the birds. It was his favorite haunt.

Now…

“Why’d you say woof?” you asked abruptly, giving him a quizzical look. “I thought you were a cat.”

Yoongi shrugged, tearing his eyes away from the cat tree to give you an uninterested stare. “Thought it would surprise you more. You’ve heard meow for long enough.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why would you want to surprise me?”

He shrugged again. “I was bored.”

“… You were bored so you decided to sneak up and scare the shit out of me?”

He paused, black tail swishing back and forth, pointed ears perked. Then he nodded.

“Yup.”

Sigh.

-

You lugged in the huge cardboard box, Yoongi standing out of sight of the front door as you huffed and puffed with your weak arms. Okay, it wasn’t even that big, but it was quite heavy and you weren’t exactly John Cena. Your arms were about as strong as a bowl of overcooked ramyeon noodles and that was putting it kindly. You weren’t the working out type. People who worked out diligently were dog people. People who preferred sleeping as their primary workout regimen had cats. What were the kinds of people who had cat-men then? The kind of people who like sleeping, but also needed a…

(You already know the answer.)

Yoongi snapped the door closed the second you managed to pull it on far enough to do so.

“You look like a boiled dumpling,” he commented.

“At least I’m delicious food,” you wheezed, inspecting the box. You recognized the clothing brand. “Is this the stuff your ordered? How did it come so fast?”

“I selected next-day delivery.”

You paled.

“I need clothes as soon as possible, don’t I? Or should I go back to being naked, since you’re a pervert?”

You choked, ears burning. “I’m not a pervert!”

“Mhm.”

You tried not to think about the hit on your wallet as you grabbed your keys from the side table and opened the box, seeing all the plastic packages inside. Monotone, in white or black. Figures. You tipped the box to the side and the clothes spilled out, tumbling all over the floor. It took a firm shake to dump it all on the ground. You got on your hands and knees to spread them out, tossing the cardboard aside carelessly to shift through the items. Hopefully, Yoongi had read the listings and selected the correct sizes. From your brief glance, you noticed the tops were quite oversized. Maybe he liked that fit? He had been quite a fluffy cat.

You spotted the packing slip with all the prices listed. You fished it out and then heard a thunk-thunk-thunk, the sound of cardboard on hardwood. Huh?

You looked up to see Yoongi swatting the box around.

“What… are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Investigating.”

You blinked. “Investigating what?”

“Don’t know. I simply feel the need to investigate, thus I am doing so.”

You stared at Yoongi for several minutes as he continued to… uh, investigate (???) the cardboard box, holding it this way and that, smacking it around, watching the flaps bounce in the air as it rolled. His velvety ears perked upwards, sleek black tail swishing with interest.

His expression was completely neutral.

For the first time since becoming a human, you thought Yoongi was more cat than man.

“Uh… okay…”

You glimpsed down to the paper in your hands, seeing the total cost.

You felt the color drain out of your face.

My… wallet…

F in the chat.

You fainted.

-

You felt someone poking you in the head.

“Are you dead?”

You gasped and jerked up like a drown victim coming up for air, still in mild shock of the sudden financial hit of your cat becoming a man. It was okay. You weren’t poor. You just didn’t expect Yoongi to be a shopping like he owned a fucking black card.

“Did I spend too much?”

You snapped out of your stunned state at his soft tone. Yoongi wasn’t looking at you. He was kneeling on top of the pile of clothes, dark eyes on the paper in your shaking hands. With a start, you realized his words were heavy with guilt, his ears pointing downwards and tail tucked against the ground.

“No,” you said quickly, putting the receipt down. “No, Yoongi. I asked you to buy clothes, remember? And besides, it’s better for you to buy things you like and are interested in, rather than me wasting money on things you’ll never wear.”

He raised his head a little, eyes darting from your face to your hands.

You smiled at him, reaching up to pat his head and stroke the fur on his ears. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s only money. Money will never be more important to me than you, okay?”

For a second, you saw something flicker in Yoongi’s eyes. It was so fast that you barely caught it. Relief? Gratitude? Fondness? Then he ticked his head out of your hand, fair cheeks flushing pink.

“You… you don’t have to do that,” he muttered.

“O… oh.” For some reason, you felt a pang in your chest at his words. “R-right.”

Yoongi made eye contact with you, dark brown orbs guarded. He spoke quietly, without emotion.

“Do you wish this never happened?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

He gestured to himself, waving a hand up and down carelessly. “This. Human me.”

Human me.

You answered instantly.

“No.”

Yoongi gave you the disbelieving side-eye.

You let out a sheepish puff of air. “I always kind of wished you were human.” You scratched the back of your head aimlessly. “No one listened to me like you did. Even if I was having the shittest day of all time, you always made it better. You were the best cat ever.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. “Sure, your species changed, but you’re still the same, right?”

His eyes shifted, his cheeks still a light pink. “I’m still a cat,” he mumbled awkwardly.

You raised your brows. “Mhm, is that why you were playing with the box?”

“I wasn’t playing with the box,” Yoongi huffed, sounding insulted.

“Then I’ll break it down and recycle it.”

“No,” he snapped firmly. “It’s useful. We’re keeping it.”

“We don’t need a box, Yoongi.”

He tutted. “Hmph, humans. So wasteful. A perfectly good box should be reused.”

“Right.”

You tried to hide your laugh as Yoongi refused to look you in the eye.

-

You left Yoongi to examine his new wardrobe on the floor. You tried to pick them up but he stubbornly remained on the pile of clothes, not letting you move them. When you stood up to leave, you asked him when he was going to move – he replied with, "When it feels right", just cat things, you supposed – and hurried off to export the edited video you were working on earlier. The due date was today and you had to review it for quality.

A certain quality. 

A certain quality of... of... 

Needing the money.

Because your cat (man) had spent fat chunk of it on clothes, only to be more interested in the box they came in and sitting on said clothes rather than the actual items themselves. 

Sigh. 

-

"I ordered the wrong color."

"Oh?" you muttered distractedly, clocking on the export button. You'd been going cross-eyed for the past two or three hours – had it really been that long? shit – and checked your phone to see Gukmul, Seokjin's white sugar glider, peering up at the camera on a white fluffy blanket. You smiled, typing a response to praise his cuteness, completely ignoring the fact that Seokjin had also stuck his handsome face in the photo, smiling with a thumbs-up next to his pet. 

The reply was instant. 

hello, acknowledge my BEAUTIFUL FACE

You deliberately didn't answer right away to piss Seokjin off even more. 

"What's wrong with it?" you asked, looking up. 

Your jaw dropped. 

You dropped your phone. 

Yoongi, your cat-man with excellent reflexes, made absolutely no move to catch it. 

It smacked you in the calf and hit your toes – fucking ow, holy shit – before clattering to the floor. You had a protective phone case on it with a cute tuxedo cat graphic. The screen wouldn't crack with the protector on it. In this moment, however, you didn't give a shit about your smartphone, Kim Seokjin, or even the blinding pain in your foot. Nope. 

You were ogling at Min Yoongi in pink silk pajamas.

-

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-

Jeon Jungkook stared at his phone. 

At a very specific number. 

He put it down, sighing a little, looking out the window instead. It was a nice day, but he couldn't enjoy it the way it was meant to be enjoyed. Pandemic and all that. He frowned, looking at the urban jungle surrounding him. Had he made a mistake moving here to the big city? Sometimes he wondered. Back then, he had moved to finish school and pursue his ambitions. Back then, his choice had seemed full of opportunities, but now.

What did he have, really?

A tiny apartment with a kind and understanding landlord. The world at his fingertips from his computer. Still a decent amount of savings left. Online courses that he needed to finish to get his film degree. 

Loneliness.

He delved into his memories, smiling at the recollection of confused looks, awkward smiles, indignant huffs. So very unlike him to tease so much, but it was too fun and he hadn't felt the usual nervousness and shyness he had around others. There was something comforting about that smile, that apartment, and that fluffy tuxedo cat that loved to interrupt everything. 

He shouldn't have played it off.

He shouldn't have distracted.

Not after he admitted it.

"I like you."

Jungkook said it to the air, to the memory. So vivid that he reached out to touch those lips, but then it all disappeared, just like that. 

Ah.

He looked at the back of his phone, wondering. But now he was too nervous and shy to pick it up again. Why was that? When he was there, being seen by those surprised eyes, he could do and say shameless things. But far away, when he was alone, Jungkook was hesitating, suddenly afraid.

Sigh. 

-

You sneezed. 

Very loudly and jerking your head away from your cat-man in luxurious pink silk, jamming your nose into your elbow.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. 

You sniffed, rubbing your nose. 

"Someone must be thinking about me..." you muttered. 

Yoongi looked down, plucking the collar of the pajamas. "The cotton shirts are the same size, but for some reason this one fits tighter. Why is that? Is there no regulated sizing in human fashion?"

Dude, be glad you're not a girl, you thought dryly. "Might be the fabric," you coughed distractedly. Distractedly because you were staring at quite possibly the most gorgeous man in the history of men and you stared at a lot of men in your short lifetime, so you had experienced eyeballs.

Wait. 

Man or cat-man?

Well, Yoongi was definitely the most gorgeous cat-man considering you were pretty sure there was only one in current existence.

His pointed ears stood straight up in interest, black hair messy from taking clothes on and off, fair cheeks and nose flushed pink, perhaps from physical exertion. Dark brown eyes sheepish, not quite looking at you. The black leather choker stood out on his neck, silver bell gleaming against his collarbones. The material was a mauve-pink silk, clinging to his lean body, showing off his shoulders and long limbs. The button-up shirt created a rather deep v-neckline, a sliver of pale chest visible. And his legs! His slim legs reminded you of a nimble dancer, ending in fuzzy black slippers. 

There was a weird lump in one of the pant legs, going down his thigh. 

Whoa. 

"W-Why did you pick them?" you tried to ask in the least awkward way possible, attempting – and failing – to not to stare at his delectable thighs. 

Yoongi shrugged. "They looked like the ones you have. I meant to get black, but I suppose I didn't read the listing closely enough. They're comfortable though," he mused before making a face. Your eyes bulged as there was a sudden jerk in his pants, creating a large tent in the crotch. 

Alarms sounded off in your head, arousal shooting up like a rocket. 

Oh. 

Oh??? 

Oh!!!!!!!

"My tail is stuck," Yoongi grunted, lowering the back of the pink silk pants. The sleek black cat tail slid out, swishing in the air, tent in his pants gone. 

Oh…

Right. The tail.

Because he's a cat... man.

Your inner thot was sad. Your dignity smacked you upside the head, highly disappointed in you for falling for that, then calmly shot down your arousal rocket with your shame. Oof.

"Can you show me how to sew so I can fix my own clothes from now on?" Yoongi asked as he readjusted the front of the silk shirt. 

You bent down to pick up your phone, trying to do something with your face and hands to disguise your embarrassment and burning ears. "Yeah, of course." You placed it on your desk and turned back to face him. 

Yoongi was right next to you. 

Literally so close that you could feel his body heat. 

"... Urk!"

You jumped in your seat, banging your knee against your desk and howling in pain, computer chair rolling and making you lose your balance, ass about to slip before Yoongi grabbed your chair and shoved it into the table, making you trip and fall back into the seat, head hitting the headrest a little too hard, seeing stars and rubber duckies for a second. 

Wait, were they rubber duckies? They were white and glittery, almost as if they were made from snow…

Yoongi slapped you in the face.

“Ow!”

You rubbed your cheek, blinking rapidly to clear your vision before glaring at him.

“Checking if you were alive,” was his placid response.

Alright, it wasn’t that hard, but the unexpectedness of it still hurt. You frowned, only for the pain to slowly melt away, quickly being replaced by something else as you realized Yoongi was still half-leaning over you, a knee on your computer gaming chair to prevent it from rolling. The sting in your knee was temporarily forgotten. Yoongi spoke again, his voice low and deep, almost a sensual purr.

“You hit yourself pretty hard.”

He doesn’t know what’s he’s doing. It’s just a coincidence. A kitty-incidence, Seokjin would say.

Your eyes widened as Yoongi closed in, peering at your unfocused gaze. Now you could see down his shirt. Holy shit. Were you so deprived that you were getting mad horny from seeing Yoongi’s fucking clavicle and sternum?

Is that even a question?

Yes.

Yes, you were.

“You look like you did last night.”

“What?” you breathed, still unabashedly looking down his shirt.

“Your pupils are dilated.”

You froze. His cool fingertips were on your neck.

“Heartrate increased.”

You wanted to pull back, say, no, wait, don’t do that, but Yoongi was too close and his exhale was too feathery, brushing against your lips, and you couldn’t move, trapped in your chair, between him wrapped in pink silk and your mind reeling, him still playing fucking doctor while you were trying not to jump his half-covered ass.

“And that smell.”

You finally tore your gaze away, eyes drifting up to his.

You swallowed.

“S… smell?”

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Ohnoohshitwhatifhecansmellmypus–

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, surveying you closely. He was so close you couldn’t see his lips, only his dark brown orbs. He didn’t say anything. He smelled like your soap, reminding you of his naked body pressed against you in the shower. Your heartbeat was leaping to your throat, threatening to choke you with your own horniness. Honestly, at this point, would you even be surprised?

You chuckled nervously, clinging onto your last shreds of self-preservation, which, admittedly, were rapidly yeeting out of your hands.

“Hahaha… but you’re… a cat… yeah?”

Right?

Seconds passed.

Right???

Minutes passed.

RIGHT???????

Yoongi’s lashes lowered, not quite looking at your eyes. Staring at your lips.

“I’m a man too,” he whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

Yoongi kissed you.

You were so shocked that you swore your eyes nearly left your head.

It was a soft kiss, his eyes closed, tilting his head slightly to fit better against yours, pressing you back into your chair. Your head hit the headrest and you gasped, your tongue lightly flicking his lips and they parted, his own tongue sliding against yours, gentle licks, your brain malfunctioning, but body remembering, hands coming up to grab his shirt and yank him closer, pressing back against him. He backed up a little at your suddenness, exhaling hard. Your eyes snapped open, suddenly aware of how forceful you were.

Yoongi looked away, pointed black ears flicking back and forth uneasily.

You kissed your cat. Man. Cat-man.

He’s been a man for not even two days and you just tried to make out with him like a demented beast!

“A-ah, Yoongi, no, I’m so sorry, I-I… please, I didn’t mean to…” you stuttered, letting go of him quickly, but also not wanting to let go, but you should, your hands getting confused by your mental signals, repeatedly clasping and unclasping the pink silk, not realizing that he wasn’t even trying to move away.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Yoongi said slowly.

You clutched his shirt, staring at your white knuckles, unable to look at him directly.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… you’re so handsome, but I’m your owner… and I cracked…”

“What you are is a desperate, sexually deprived human.”

You jerked your head up, seeing his unreadable expression. “I-It’s been over a year–”

All of a sudden, Yoongi lowered his knee and grabbed you by the ass, scooting you down on the rolling chair. You yelped at the swift movement, gasping as your crotch collided with his thigh, wincing as you heard the squelch of your panties jamming into your soaked core.

Yikes.

Welp, you can’t hide that shit now.

“You like things like this, don’t you?” Yoongi murmured.

Your cheeks heated. “T…Things like w-what…?”

Oh, you knew what. You knew very well what, but you also couldn’t form coherent sentences.

His fingers sank into your ass and he pressed you into his thigh, rolling it into your heat. The whines tore out of your throat involuntarily, grabbing his arm and staring up at him with shaking eyes, seeing his curious gaze looking down at you.

“B-But, Yoongi… I’m your o-owner,” you panted, resolve slipping with every second, your hips already rocking into his thigh, the slippery thin fabric doing nothing to hide his lean muscle, your own thighs clamping around his leg. “I’m supposed to t-take care of y-you…”

And last more than two days, fucking shit, get it together!

But you couldn’t get it together, especially not as Yoongi’s voice dropped to a lower octave, one side of his lips curving upwards.

“It’s a little different now, isn’t it?” he drawled softly, lashes lowering, eyebrows raising, his black hair darkening his gaze. “Since I am now capable to take care of you too.”

You whimpered, losing it.

Just started freely humping his leg, self-preservation completely gone. Did he even know what he was capable of, really? Did he have any idea what he could do? Surely not.

Surely, he had no idea how good he could make you feel.

Yoongi bit the side of his lip, frowning. “How will can I make it feel better? I’m only cop…” He trailed off, furry ears anxiously flicking.

You tugged on his arm, getting his attention. “Angle your leg a little more downwards… Y-Yeah, like that…” He did as you instructed, his thigh now pressing down on your clit and your rocking hips moving faster, clinging to his arm and setting your jaw, moaning at the added pleasure. “A-ah… yeah, fuck… yes, I c-can… like this…”

“You can what?” Yoongi breathed, watching your face closely, firmly holding the armrests of the chair so it wouldn’t slide.  

Your head tipped back a little, bucking harder into his thigh, so wet your juices were soaking through your leggings and drenching the pink silk, turning it darker, the strong scent of your sweet arousal clearly evident. Your eyes drifted to Yoongi’s dark orbs covered by black hair, vision hazy, noticing the slight inquisitive upturn of his upper lip. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“Can cum, Yoongi, fuck, I’m going to cum…” you moaned, inhaling his scent, his presence, saying his name and looking up at him, the stimulation and touch of another enough to get you there, eyelids fluttering as your orgasm swept down, taking you away and filling you with serene satisfaction, crashing waves soaring through you, washing away the sand of your dry spell, a different kind of euphoria than when you were on your own, pulling Yoongi close, kissing him deeply, breathing hard.

“Y… Yoongi…”

“Was it nice?” he murmured. “Was I what you needed?”

“Yeah…” You kissed his soft lips again, semi-breathless. “I–” The wave of guilt came now, your words dropping, brows furrowing, a sharp pang in your chest. Rising, rising. Panic. Yoongi lowered his head, black hair and soft pointed ear rubbing against your eyebrow, nuzzling your cheek. Once. Twice. Again, headbutting you lightly, smoothing the worry away from your forehead, a small laugh bubbling from your throat.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled, patting his arm, smoothing out the wrinkles you had made while furiously humping him. Your eye caught the dark mark now on one of his thighs. Welp. You lasted less than ten minutes.

Pink pajama Yoongi was dangerous.

“You liked this,” he mumbled. “When you were upset.”

You chuckled, instinctively reaching up and caressing his velvety ear. “You were a little smaller then.”

“Only a little.”

He slowed until he came to a full stop, dark eye staring into yours, cheek to cheek.

“I have to look after you, my clumsy human.”

-

part iv

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masterpost

[zayashmaya]

You wouldn't happen to have Marvus father headcannons. What kind of disaster dad would he be? Asking for a friend😉

i got u

This man is a disaster, please don’t leave him alone with any child if you think you’re gonna get good adult supervision. Because you won’t. Marvus is the Cool Uncle and he thinks it’s kinda funny when kids get hurt from their own dumb mistakes. However, he likes to make kids laugh more than he gets a kick out of seeing them trip. True to his showmanship spirit, Marvus has all kinds of bangers up his sleeves when it comes to entertainment. 

Throws his kid up high because he’s seen human dads do that and his lusus also used to toss him up into the air during swims. He’s got big hands and good aim so it’s unlikely that your child will turn into grubsauce but like … don’t let him do this. Maybe very small quick upsies can be permitted. 

Marvus and his child make an absolute mess during feeding times. He lets the little one play with food and smear apple sauce everywhere and he will not clean anything. Says it helps the kid develop an artistic spirit. 

Very much not a fan of being peed on or thrown up on. As soon as the baby turns fussy, Marvus is coming at you with your bundle of joy and retreating to the other side of the hive. 

The first time he saw baby shoes he could not stop laughing at how ridiculously small they are. “man wat da fxxk is deez shitz no way dis b real.”

Despite his many faults, Marvus is a pretty cool dude in his own way. His child really loves him, and he definitely feels some sort of attachment and affection for his kid. Very protective in the sense that he doesn’t want the public to know his private life and family. He makes sure his child is properly protected and cared for, and even though he’s on the road a lot and can’t be there often, he finds some time every day to chit chat with his little homie. 

Gets a kick out of baby babbles. “idk wat u sayin fam but it sounds like sum real shiz. got dat passion stirrin up all kinda thots. preach mini me i fxxkin feel u.” 

Marvus is exceptionally soft for his child if they look like you. You are the love of his life so he’d be very keen on creating unholy hybrids that pass on your perfect self.

[empress-syn]

synful thots: I have the biggest mommy kink and my eyes have been set on midoriya’s ass ever since I discovered it. enjoy this lil thing I quickly put together <3

✨synful warnings: fem!dom, m!sub, mommy kink, degradation, slight x2 humiliation, minor biting, penetration, 18+ only✨

summary: izuku is just the prettiest little whore for you. he wants nothing more than to please his mommy

izuku is always the protector. he’s always the one saving people, being the caretaker, being the pillar of support. so it does something to him when he goes home, sits on his chair, and wraps his arms around your midsection as you slide his thick dick into your cunt, and roll your neck back in pleasure.

“ah!—that’s my good baby boy. you’re such a good boy for mommy, aren’t you izu~” you purr. he hides his flushed cheeks into the junction between your back and shoulder, soft gasps and grunts hot on his lips as your warm walls squeeze him impossibly tight. “y-yes mommy,” he whines. he shuffles beneath you, hands squeezing your sides in despearation for more friction. you’ve been on his mind all day. he pathetically sprouted multiple boners thinking about the way you touched him last night. licking down his body and torturously twirling on his cock until he was nothing but a heap of tears and hiccups. he didn’t even get to cum because he touched you like a bad boy and it left him a mess. today you let him hold you at the cost of prohibiting him to move—and he was desperate to follow his mommy’s orders. but he was going crazy. “p-please mommy—ah!—you’re so, so, tight! I w-wanna cum! please!,” he begged.

“who knew japan’s number one hero was such a desperate whore.” his face burns deep with humiliation. “patience my little hero,” you smile. you look back and stare into the most beautiful pair of glossy emerald eyes. his cheeks, dusted w freckles, are painted red and flushed with adoration and desire. he’s so beautiful that you can’t help but lock lips w his and accept his desperate kiss, your tongues molding over one another w fever. you take his hand, lower down to your clit, and use his thick fingers to create slow circular motions. you moan into his mouth and it’s pure sin. izuku doesnt get the chance to admire you before you move your hips in a way that makes his eyes water. he shamelessly moans like he’s seen heaven, stuttering over how good his mommy feels and how good to him she is. your hand leaves the his that’s on your clit and roughly grabs the back of his hair. “k-keep playing with mommy, baby.” izuku’s fingers find the perfect rhythm and you hiss. “—ooh fuck bunny! yes!” you bounce faster on his pretty cock and he sobs. “d-do you like it when I do that, baby?”

“yes, mommy! yes!” he cries. it’s taking everything within him not to grab your hips and pound into you like a madman, but he grasps onto the little amount of sanity he has left to concentrate on pleasuring your bundle of nerves. the two of you are thrown into your passions, gasping and shouting the other’s name and chasing relief. it’s not long before the hot rise of an orgasm climbs up your bellies and the both of you explode in euphoria. your legs shake and your head falls back on izuku’s shoulder as he bites yours. his one arm squeezes you hard as ropes of hot cum spurts in your cunt. it momentarily makes you wonder if your iud even stood a chance

when your vision clears, you gaze at your husband who looks thoroughly fucked out. a satisfied hum vibreates your throat when he nips and licks his bite marks. “you’re mommy’s good boy, baby. you did so well.” he whimpers at your prais and your brow quirks when you feel his dick begin to harden inside you again. “oh? well aren’t you just a needy little slut. and after I just told you how good you were. a shame.” your taunts make tears fall past his cheeks but izuku isnt beneath mewling against your neck w his nose. “‘m sorry, mommy. I wan’ more,” he slurs.

and luckily for him, he’s just too beautiful to say no to

[lucrezia-thoughts]

yay let's do some soft thots ❤️

let's talk about soft whiskey, shall we? he usually can't shut up, right? and he's always chattering and just generally being his charming self. the one time however he has no words is when he holds your baby in his arms for the very first time

- 🌻

So... cute... 🥺

Whiskey Holding His Baby...

After everything that happened with his first wife, Jack Daniels never thought he'd be here...

You'd know about Jack's past... you'd accepted that children weren't in the cards for the two of you...

You'd taken every precaution imaginable each time... but when a month came and went without a certain red visitor, you had gone to Ginger Ale...

After a few simple tests, the truth came crashing down around you... and the potential implications of it...

When you'd been staring at the print out for a half hour without moving, Ginger had called Jack...

Honestly, you'd been expecting him to be mad... but he'd dropped to his knees in front of you... his hands shaking as he reached towards your stomach, where the little life the two of you had created was safely nestled...

Champ had pulled Jack from active duty and offered the two of you access to any Statesman resource you should need...

When the time had finally come for your little one to make their debut, Jack had been... actually, no help at all... he'd had a complete panic attack...

Thankfully, Ginger had installed a heart monitor in both of your watches... she was at your side within 20 minutes and Champ and Tequila were helping to keep Jack calm...

When the time came to push, Jack was at your side and holding your hand... he just kept whispering how much he loved you as you brought your little one into the world...

Their small cry robbed the room of all other sounds...

After the umbilical cord was cut, they were placed in Jack's arms... and tears poured down his face as he brought the small bundle over to you...

Resting the baby against your chest, both of you placed a hand on the little one's back...

Jack was silent the entire time the two of you marveled at the life you'd created... the perfect mixture of each of you...

[GIF not mine, all credit goes to original creator]

[tuiccim]

Just a Touch, Maybe a Taste

Pairing: Natasha X Fem!Reader

Words: 2342

Warnings: Smut. Just straight smut with no plot. I was having thots about Nat. 

Dedicated to my lovely friend, @bubbabarnes

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*Not proofread. Not edited. 

A bundle of nerves. That phrase perfectly summed up your current state as you made your way to Natasha’s room. You had been dating the Black Widow for a few weeks. You still wonder how the hell that happened, but the honest truth was, the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen had pursued you relentlessly. The redhead had brought a device to you for repair and started flirting. You thought nothing of it and flirted right back assuming this was just Natasha’s usual demeanor. It wasn’t until after she left that one of the other techs had mentioned that he’d never seen Natasha act like that with any of the techs before. Natasha began appearing more and more often until she finally asked you to dinner. You turned her down the first time. The first three times. Until finally, Natasha convinced you that she really did want to date you. 

Outwardly, you displayed a fun, sassy demeanor, but honestly, inside, you were a teddy bear with a lot of insecurities. You had a little more padding to your body and felt you were way out of your league with Natasha. She was gorgeous, toned, and still somehow incredibly soft. Five weeks of dating had convinced you of Nat’s feelings, but your insecurities still ate at you every time you were together. There had been tons of kisses, plenty of making out, some fondling above the clothes, but you hadn’t quite reached the point of being comfortable enough to go further. However, you were fairly certain that’s where Nat hoped tonight would go. After all, she had invited you for “Netflix and chill.” Not exactly covert code. 

So, here you stood just outside of Nat’s door trying to calm yourself before knocking. You lift your hand to knock, but Natasha beats you to it and opens her door with her signature smirk, “Hey, Sweet Girl.” Her voice sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Hey Nattie.” You smile back at her shyly. She takes your hand and pulls you into her room. 

“Did you have a preference on what we watch?” Nat asks as she settles on the couch sideways and beckons you to sit between her legs. 

“Whatever you want.” You sit down gingerly and Nat pulls you to lay against her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, baby.” She says with her lips against your ear. She nuzzles your neck and then turns towards the tv. “Have you seen Sense8?”

“No, it’s been on my list to watch.” You say.

“Great.” Nat says as she turns on the show and settles you against her to watch. 

Nats hands and mouth can never be still even during a movie. The entire time you’re watching she is kissing your head, your neck, trailing her lips along the shell of your ear. Her hands rub your shoulders, rove over your chest and occasionally clasp your breasts. You enjoy the attention immensely and find yourself clenching your thighs when she finds a particularly vulnerable spot on the back of your neck. It also happens to be that at that moment a particularly hot love scene comes on the show. 

“You like that, Sweet Girl?” Nat asks as she laves her tongue over that spot again. 

“Nattie.” You whine her name as your thighs clench again. 

“Ooohhh, you do.” Nat says as she continues her ministrations and you become a squirming mess in her arms. “That’s what I want to do to you, Sweet Girl. Fuck you with my strap until your dripping for me. Can I touch you, baby?” Nat’s hand had wandered to the button of your jeans. 

“Nattie, I’m not pretty like you. You won’t like me without my clothes on.” You hide your face. 

Nat’s other hand slides into your hair and your head is yanked back so she can look at your face. “Don’t ever say that again. You are beautiful, baby. You’re so pretty. I don’t have to take your clothes off to know that. I want you. Your body is everything I’ve ever wanted. So perfectly soft for me. I want to put my hands everywhere on you. I want to lay you out gloriously naked on my sheets and taste that pretty pussy. I want to lick you until you quiver screaming my name.” She nips your neck to emphasize her words and you whimper. “But I won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with. We can go as slow as you want. Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no.” You whisper looking at her with wide eyes. 

“Can I touch you, Sweet Girl? Just touch. I won’t go any further just yet. Please?” She asks sweetly. 

“Okay.” You guide her hand back to the button of your jeans. 

Nat pops the button and slowly unzips your jeans. Her hand slides under your panties while she whispers praises of your soft skin. She slides her fingers over your folds feeling the wetness there and Nat moans causing you to gush even more slick onto her fingers. 

“Sweet Jesus, you’re so perfect. You feel like heaven.” Nat’s fingers work over your clit and your breath hitches. She dips a finger lower and allows it to slide inside of you. Your hips buck involuntarily at the sensation. Nat withdraws her hand and you whimper at the loss. Grabbing your hair again, Nat forces you to look at her as she brings wet fingers up to her lips and sucks them into her mouth. Her eyes roll back in her head as she tastes you for the first time. “Fuck, sweet girl. The slick in your panties is too sweet to remain uneaten. Come to bed with me?”

You bite your lip and nod at her. Butterflies returned in full force, but you couldn’t resist Nat. She made you feel like a goddess in the flesh the way she was worshipping your body. Nat pulls you up from the couch and guides you to her bed with a sweet smile on her face. 

“I’m nervous, Nattie. I’m sorry.” You say shakily. 

“It’s okay, sweet girl. Just tell me if you don’t like anything. I just want to make you feel good.”

“I will.” Looking at the caring on her face, you decide to let go as much as you could. You reach for the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. 

Nat sighs, “so pretty” as she leans in to kiss you. You take the initiative to find the hem of her shirt and begin working it up. Nat helps you get it off her and makes quick work of both your bras. Gently, Nat leans you back onto the bed and follows you down. After a few tongue twining kisses, she looks at you with a hand at your waistband. You give her a small nod and she works your jeans and panties down your legs. She stops to admire you, running a finger over your slick folds. “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Nattie.” You say quietly as you reach for the band of her leggings. “I want to see you, too.”

“Of course, baby.” Nat slides out of the remainder of her clothes while looking you in the eyes. She lays down beside you and looks at you, “Do you want to touch me, baby?”

“I wanna touch all of you, Nattie.” You whisper, eyes wide as you run a hand over her hip. 

“Good.” Nat says as she captures your mouth again and rolls on top of you. 

You relish the feeling of her naked skin against yours. The feel of her breasts pressed to yours and her thigh pushing up between your legs causing a delicious friction. You moan as the kiss deepens and Nat’s tongue leaves no corner of your mouth unexplored. She works her way down your neck, lavishes attention on each breast, and then kisses her way down your belly. You press your thighs together and feel Nat’s hand run over your legs. “Open up for me, Sweet Girl. Let me see that pretty pussy”

Slowly, you open your legs for Nat and she praises you as her fingers explore. When her mouth finds your apex and she licks over your clit, your back arches off of the bed, “Nattie!” 

There’s a little panic in your voice and Natasha recognizes it. Pulling back, she tells you, “Don’t worry, baby. You’re so pretty. You taste so good. Just let go. Let me love you.” Nat puts her mouth back on you and you can’t stop the incomprehensible sounds coming out of you. She slides two fingers in you and immediately curls them in just the right spot. 

“Fuck, Nattie! Nattie, baby!” Your voice is coming out high and thin as she pushes you closer to the edge. Her tongue working over your clit presses harder. Nat feels elated that you are finally letting go to some of your insecurities with her. She redoubles her efforts until you clutch the sheets, “Nattie! Nattie, I’m going to cum!” 

Natasha drinks you in as you gush and writhe under her attentions. You quiver under her tongue and she feels when you fall over the edge with legs shaking. She works your clit until you try to close your legs and she lifts her head. She kisses her way back up your body, whispering praises. When she kisses your mouth again you taste yourself on her and you feel utterly drunk on her. 

“You did so good, Sweet Girl.” Nat says as she nuzzles your ear, still laying on top of you. 

“Nattie?”

“Yes, Sweet Girl?”

“Thank you for being so patient with me.”

“Of course. I love you, Sweet Girl.” Natasha speaks the words for the first time. 

“I love you, too.” You say eyes wide. Feeling a little bravery crop up, you roll Nat under you and kiss her. “It’s your turn for a little attention.” You smirk. 

“Oh, really?” Nat quirks an eyebrow at you. 

“If, if that’s okay.” You say nervously. 

“It’s very okay.” Nat cups your cheek and pulls you in for another kiss. 

Your hand trails down Nat’s chest until you cup her breast and run your thumb over the tightening nub. Nat hums into your mouth which emboldens you to lightly pinch her nipple. Nat arches up and you smile against her lips that you are eliciting such responses from her. Your hand continues it’s trail until it encounters her wet folds. Your finger circles Nat’s clit and her face contorts in pleasure. 

“Does that feel good, Nattie?” You say as you snake your hand down to her entrance and press a finger in, then two. 

“Yes, baby.” Nat whispers. 

You know Nat is a dominant, especially in these arena. She was allowing you a little control in order to make you more comfortable, but truthfully, you wanted her dominant side. Knowing she would be more comfortable on top, you work up the courage to ask her for one thing you desperately want anyway. “Nattie, baby, will you… um, will you sit on my face? Please?” 

Nat’s pupils blow out as she grabs your face and rolls over on top of you. “You want me to sit on your face, Sweet Girl? Yeah?” You nod at her wide eyed as she leans over you. “Okay, Sweet Girl, I’m going to let you, but I’m gonna fuck you with a pretty little vibe while you do it. Feel you squirm under me from fucking your pretty pussy while you eat me so good. Huh? Yeah, you like that, Sweet Girl?” Nat teases you as she speaks. She kisses you and then slides off the bed, “Don’t move.”

You smile as she takes a pretty iridescent purple vibrator out of her drawer. She then climbs on top of you putting a knee on each side of your head and positioning her pussy directly over your mouth. “Nattie.” You moan out her name before extending your tongue to circle her clit. 

Nat’s moans fill the air as you work her clit against your tongue. She leans forward and you jerk as you feel the vibrator buzz against your clit. 

“Oh, Sweet Baby, you feel that? I’m going to make you come with me. You feel so good doing that, baby. Fuck me with your tongue.”

You send your tongue as deep as you can into Nat’s canal, fucking it in and out while rubbing circles around her clit with your fingers. Nat moves the vibrator around your clit slowly and you moan against her core. 

“That’s right, Sweet Girl. Feels so good, doesn’t it?” Nat purrs.

You moan again as she moves the vibe lower and presses it inside of you. You buck your hips at the sensation. Nat fucks the vibe in and out of you in the same rhythm you fuck her with your tongue. 

“Fuck, I need to taste you again.” Nat says before she leans down and flicks your clit with her tongue. You cry out and attack Nat’s clit with renewed vigor. Swirling your tongue around and then buzzing your lips against her. Nat’s tongue is making swift licks against you as she fucks you with the vibrator. You can feel yourself approaching the edge and Nat’s legs are beginning to quiver. You grab her ass with both hands and squeeze while flicking your tongue against her clit repeatedly. Nat moans at your efforts and suddenly you’re both quaking with release. Nat’s hips buck against your tongue as she cums all over your face. 

Nat suddenly grabs your knees and presses them apart. She sucks harshly on your clit and you cry out, “Nattie! Nattie!” She doesn’t let up and you begin to shake uncontrollably when another orgasm slams through you. “Fuck!”

Nat turns to you and kisses you. When she pulls back, she looks down at you and says, “My Sweet Girl, now that I’ve tasted you I’m never going to be able to let you go.”

“You won’t have to.” You say as you snuggle into Nat. 

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