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love-toxin · 2 years ago

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mommy issues - steve harrington

plot: Steve is such a nice boy, he's a hearthrob with a good head on his shoulders, and he's always ready and willing to help you out. but he doesn't see you as just the nice new mom next door, no--he's got the hots for you, and you don't even know it.

cws: milf!angelface, 10 year age gap (20s-30s) angel has two sons + a shitty ex/absent father, body/age insecurity, mostly fluff with a touch of angst, kiss confession, clearly mutual pining, smut to come, fem reader.

vol II in the works!

word count: 2.1k

"Boys! Don't go too far!"

You haven't been in Hawkins long, but it does warm your heart to see your boys taking to it so well. Granted, they're pretty young–two and six–so they don't have much else to compare it to, but it's still relieving to see them have such carefree smiles as they run around the front yard.

And even if there is trouble, which your friends back home had warned you about extensively, there's someone you know you can count on.

Steve Harrington, your close neighbor, has done more for you in the short time of knowing him than anybody has in the last few years, including your now ex-husband. He's a younger guy–you thought he was still in high school, and he was happy to hear he still had his looks despite being in his early twenties–but he is by far one of the most responsible young men you've ever met. Selfless and sweet, he offered to help you with your boxes the first day you moved in, and since then he's been your man on hand for anything you need done. Steve's moved furniture for you, checked under the hood of your car when it crapped out on you, fixed leaky taps and the audio on your tv, and generally has been a helping hand when you've needed it. You weren't sure what his motivations were at first, but as you've gotten to know him, you've realized that it's just who he is. He thoroughly enjoys babysitting your kids and giving you a hand whenever possible, and the dinners you serve him and cookies you push into his hands after he's done some chore for you are probably pretty good incentives too.

It's honestly baffling to think that you've gotten so lucky. Some of your friends have encouraged you to go after him, to scoop up such a cute little thing while you still have a chance–and some of the more critical ones have admonished you for taking so much out of such a selfless young man. He's clearly a nice boy, but you must be "sucking him dry" just because you've been struggling as a single mom. Those comments certainly hurt, and it makes you question whether you're really taking advantage of Steve. He's such a sweet boy and he never says no, but maybe he feels like he can't?

So, since they brought that up at your last outing a couple weeks ago (one made possible by Steve offering to entertain the kids for an evening), you've asked for his help less. Haven't knocked on his door to ask if he wants to watch the kids for awhile, and you've had the check engine light on in your car for about a week now that you haven't gotten Steve to look at, and you haven't had time to take it to the mechanic either. And he hasn't said anything at all, hasn't rung up your house or knocked on the door to ask if you need anything–well, he has, but you weren't home and you didn't even realize–so at this point you've just assumed they were right. Poor Steve is probably so grateful he's gotten a break from you, you're sure now, even though it stings.

"Boys! C'mon–grab your brother, please." You call out into the yard as you haul the last box into your trunk, the old maternity clothes and other items you've collected to bring to the secondhand shop rustling around inside as you slide it all the way in. Though you make a decent wage at the general store downtown, you can't work too much with your kids, especially since Steve hasn't been babysitting. But even before then, you've been scrimping and saving since your first was born–and you could roll your eyes to the moon thinking about how their father refuses to send them even a penny. He hasn't contributed to their doctor's visits or daycare or even bought them a new pair of sneakers, along with the fact that he hasn't seen either of them in years. He didn't even show up to your youngest's birth, too busy off drinking and partying with his friends while you pushed out his second child alone.

With a grunt followed by a deep sigh, you slam the trunk closed and walk around the side of the car, your driver's side door already open for you to drop yourself into the seat. One foot out on the pavement in case one of the boys falls and an ear out for any crying or screaming, you pick the keys up from where they've sat on the passenger's seat and stick them into the ignition. One turn, and nothing. Another two, and it starts rumbling, only to fall silent.

"C'mon!" You groan, trying it again and again and revving it a bit when you get a glimpse of hope. There's so much start and stop rumbling that you're only about ten percent focused on what the boys are doing, and you bring your fist down hard on the dashboard as if to wake the piece of junk up. You can't afford a new one, you need this thing to fucking start.

"C'mon, you stupid piece of-"

That sentence would have been finished if a horrible groaning sound didn't cut you off, rumbling harder than you've ever heard–but then, after a beat of silence when you're just about to try the ignition again, an even louder sound pierces your ears and your hood bursts open in a cloud of black smoke.

"Jesus-!" You reel back with an arm braced in front of you, the fumes choking you out instantly and bringing a sting to your eyes that blacks out your vision. Crackling, a thrumming in your ears, and the sound of feet hitting the pavement all compound on you as you start coughing and hacking.

A pair of hands are tugging on your arm in those precious few seconds, pulling you out of your seat for your sandal-clad feet to hit the concrete of your driveway as you stagger out of your car and into the chest of someone you can't see, not with your eyes squeezed shut. But they tear away from you as you stand there coughing and retching, and you manage to wrench your gaze up to see through the smog–and there stands Steve in his blue polo shirt, having ducked into your open garage to grab the extinguisher, and aiming it at the hood and spraying it with a strong hand. Your savior. That's all you can think as he doesn't flinch away from the fire and moves from side to side to spray the foam at every angle, until the flames have died down to a smoldering heap of charred, black metal that once was an engine. Only then do you turn to look at your boys, both of them stopped and staring with wide eyes from across the lawn, and cough out for them to stay there and not move, to keep away from the driveway.

"Hey, c'mon." Steve's hand is on your arm again, and he guides you to the front porch for you to step up on before he hustles across the grass to collect your sons. Your youngest scooped up in the crook of his arm and your eldest with his hand in Steve's, you watch from the open doorway until he's pulling them up the steps to get inside and take a breath of the air conditioning to try and clear out your lungs.

"Mama?" Your six-year-old pulls on your shirt, and looks up at you with those big eyes while Steve shuts the door and soothes your youngest with a few bounces in his arm. You stroke his hair, wanting to say some comforting words, but it feels like if you even open your mouth to say them you might throw up.

"Go on, boys. In the playroom for a sec, okay? Mama's okay." He ushers them into the other room before he pulls you into the living room, making sure they're out of earshot before he starts fussing over you. Steve encourages you to breathe deeply, he even runs to get you a glass of water and waits for you to finish it, before he plucks it out of your hands and sets it down on the coffee table, and you feel like you can finally get some words out as he brushes some imaginary dust off your clothes.

"I'm fine, Steve. Promise. God, I've been meaning to check it out for the past week, but I just didn't-"

"You what?" Out of nowhere his eyes narrow, and his voice grows low and serious like you've never heard it. "You've been driving around in that death trap for a week? Why didn't you tell me?!"

You feel like a kid being admonished, and really, you deserve it. You were being an absolute idiot, and you fully expect Steve to call you as such. You rub at your arms, still feeling the heat from the fire on your skin.

"I-I dunno…" Steve sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. "M'sorry, Steve."

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? I'm just worried about you–I can't have you driving around in that thing if it's not safe." It takes the tension to hang there for a bit before you let all that other stuff just….fly out.

"I'm…I was…I've been avoiding you. Cause I thought I was working you too hard." Those few beats of silence absolutely tear your heart up. You're totally certain he's just going to leave, just walk out of your house while muttering about how stupid you are and how much of a bitch you must be–it stings even more to realize that those words are too familiar for you to just conjure up. They're ones you've heard before, ones you expect.

"Baby…" Whoa. You've never heard him call you that before–and not in that tone either, so soft and delicate and sweet. "You're not working me at all. I like taking care of you." He takes your shoulders in his hands, rubbing them a little bit, and tilts his head to look at you with reverence in his eyes.

"B-But I ask for help with everything. And you don't even take any money for babysitting, and I–I just feel like I'm taking-" He ducks his head down, and his lips smother any other babbling you might have tried to let out–warm and soft and there, he's right here, and he swallows that anxiety like it weighs nothing before he finally breaks off. Steve just kissed you. He kissed you.

"Steve!" You gasp out in consternation, and your hands are on his chest in moments, but even so, there's no way you'd wriggle out of his grasp. He's just too strong.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." He sighs, he can't even manage to get out an apology for taking you off guard, his giddy smile won't allow the words to come out.

"Steve, I–"

"Mama!" Both your heads turn to the side, and you pull your hands off Steve to see your son waddling towards you. "Mama, juice!" Your little one reaches for you, but in your hesitation, he turns and holds out those stubby arms to Steve instead. It draws your heart into a rushed beat to see your baby take to Steve like that, better than his own father, who you're sure he wouldn't even recognize…it makes you second guess yourself, but just for a moment.

"I…y-yes, honey, I'll get you some juice. Just give mama a second." You turn your gaze back to Steve, searching for any kind of answer or any words at all. But he says what you can't so effortlessly.

"I'll see you later tonight."

"Steve, my boys-"

"Already have a sitter planned. We can talk alone." He pats your shoulder and hesitates on taking it away, but when he does, he tousles your son's hair with a smile and a "seeya later, buddy" before his footsteps patter down the hall and you listen for the soft thunk of your front door being pulled closed behind him.

What can you do but throw your thoughts to the side, and focus on taking care of the boys until then? Thinking and worrying on it won't abate those conflicting feelings swirling in your stomach, nor solve the problem of how you're gonna tell Steve that this won't work, that you can't reciprocate his feelings, even though in your heart and soul that's all you want and you know it. All you can do is watch the clock, and wait….and hope dearly that this isn't the beginning of the end.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #fluff #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #2k

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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“i’m gonna fuck another baby into you”

pairing: atsumu miya x female reader

cw: fluff, long fic, milf reader and timeskip atsumu, nsfw (breeding kink, spit kink, nipple play, female receiving oral, kissing, biting and marking, finger sucking, jaw grabbing, unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (28/24), hair pulling, finger marks, cunt slap), use of mummy by readers son and mentions of cheating

word count: 8700+

a/n: please dont ask about the word count, i’m on crack.

information: MILF collab by @ultimate-astridwriting

summary: in which atsumu meets his new neighbour and an unlikely relationship occurs until finally he gives into the temptation

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The moving vans piled into the driveway, the way the sound of men seemed to encompass the street. It was unusual to have anybody under the age of 30 living on the street apart from of course you and your son. But as you were going through the garage with your son playing in the front garden it seemed to be an unexpected surprise for the two of you. A shock more than anything else when you saw the house become filled with items upon items, it was a much larger house then your own.

But the man who seemed to be walking inside seemed to lead no children or wife, only the delivery men. Your son watched as he dropped the football he was playing with ready to kick it right at the owner of the house. You weren’t paying attention to him, as you dismissed your new neighbour who was most likely renting the place out.

You turned walking back into the kitchen as you went to take out the cupcakes you had made, it was a special treat for your son after getting through another week of school. How could you not resist giving him something, he deserved it, hell you deserved it for finally being free and on a long weekend.

As you took the cupcakes out of the oven, putting them on a rack to cool down. You took one halving it for your son to have as well, just as you stepped out into the sun, you saw your son kick the football right into the side of the mysterious new occupant. “AKIRA,” both your son and the man froze after hearing you shout, you ran up to him as the man held the ball in his hands.

“What did I say about kicking balls at people, go apologise….” Before you could make him go through a walk of shame to the man, he had come up towards the both of you. Hand clasped around the ball, he was wearing a hoodie which looked to have his name on it and some shorts most likely to not drown in sweat in the spring heat.

He passed the ball back as he got on his knees towards your son, “no worries little man, ya like football?”

Akira looked up at you as you nodded, hand on his shoulder to tell him to speak, “it’s okay…”

“Volleyball is so much cooler, ya know how to play?” Your son shook his head as the mysterious man looked up towards you.

His hair was clearly dyed and as he stood up he towered in front of the two of you, “damn has yer sister not taught ya anythin’.”

“Mother…” you interrupted the mysterious man's words. “I’m his mother…”

He nodded still possible not getting over the fact that you looked so young to be this child’s mother, he turned to face your son once again as he spoke, “I’ll teach ya if yer mother wants, I playe’ in the Olympics…”

“You did?” Both you and your son said with the same expression, one of utter shock.

The man scratched the back of his neck as he nodded to both of you, “ya ‘m a setter, and now yer new neighbour, Atsumu Miya.”

He put his hand out as he introduced himself. You took it upon yourself, “y/n y/l/n and this is my son…”

“Akira y/l/n…” he squealed out as he never thought he’d meet someone who had played for Japan at the Olympics. He jumped to catch Atsumu’s hand as he almost dragged Atsumu down, you held your son giving him a look as you rolled your eyes.

“Why don’t you bring a cupcake for Mr Miya to eat?” He happily nodded as he took the cupcake you gave him and ate away at it. “I’m sorry about him…he can get excited.”

“No worries ya can call me Atsumu, no need for formalities,” he smiled as you nodded at him, “if ya wante’ i finish practice early tomorrow, obviously ya don’t know me but you could bring ya son over and I can teach him how to play…”

Atsumu avoided facing you, yeah you were pretty and from what he could see from your left hand no ring. But that didn’t mean you weren’t taken or that you’d even let this random stranger teach their son volleyball.

“I…” before you could say anything your son came through with two cupcakes, passing one to you as he brought one to Atsumu.

“Mummy please can we go?” He looked at you softly as he ate the cupcake, his hair fell to the sides of his head as the dinosaur t shirt and shorts he wore with grazed knees made him look even more younger and softer than he was.

Atsumu chuckled as he bit into the cupcake savouring at the taste. You were good at baking, he had to hand it to you, “as long as Atsumu is not busy then…”

He hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation between you and your son as the two of you turned to face the man. Crumbs of the chocolate cupcake encased his lips as he licked them before swallowing the cupcake, “’m not, I finish at 4 if the two of ya want to swing by.”

Your son became giddy at the idea of trying a different sport apart from football, you knew he didn’t enjoy it as much but maybe your new neighbour could help to teach him something else. “Atsumu where do you want the rest of the stuff?”

You both heard shouting from inside the house, he shouted back to leave it by the entrance, “it’s a big house for one person?”

“It’s an investment…” he shrugged as you nodded, Akira still staring up at Atsumu.

Akira pulled at your sleeve as you looked down at your son with soft eyes, “yes darling.”

“Can you google him; I want to see him play?” You chuckled as you could see Atsumu turn away probably out of embarrassment of your son wanting to see him play. As you searched on youtube for the man playing volleyball, you bent down showing it to your son, you watched as Atsumu was on the court with some other players. How he served the ball up and in an instant it was spiked right down on the other end.

“Mummy that’s so cool, did you see that mummy? It went whoosh…” you son mimicked as you couldn’t help but stare up at the man who had put his hands in his pockets.

You grabbed your son up, carrying him on your waist as he was finally able to meet Atsumu’s height, “you’re really good, isn’t he?”

“Mummy he’s so good, he threw it and that man smashed it down.” He gestured, hitting Atsumu’s shoulder as his arm flung down. Both chuckling at least you knew your neighbour wasn’t lying about his occupation.

Atsumu ate the last of the cupcake as you noticed how his eyeline had gone inside the house where most of the cupcakes were. “I can give you some if you want?”

“I wouldn’ wanna take them away from Akira,” he scratched the back of his neck even after you chuckled at the man, you gestured from him to wait there.

“Come on ‘Kira let’s get Atsumu some cupcakes…” he watched you both go inside the house as Osamu came outside from helping the delivery men.

He hit his twins shoulder as he rolled his eyes, “I know yer not trying to get with yer neighbour already whilst ’m moving ya shit in yer house”

“Oh shut it, she has a son, he wants to play volleyball,” Atsumu spoke as Osamu shrugged, “she’s bringin’ food.”

“Maybe ya should keep speakin’ to her,” Osamu spoke eagerly knowing that he was going to get some food from this mysterious woman.

As you and Akira stepped outside with the cupcakes in hand, you were met by the sight of his presumed twin, “mummy look there's two of them.” Akira pointed out as you chuckled getting to pass two more cupcakes from the two men.

“This is ma brother Osamu,” Osamu waved as he took the cupcake happily, already digging into it.

Atsumu smiled watching the interaction with your son and his brother as he turned to face you, “I can give ya my number and send the address to where practices is?”

“Yeah of course,” as Atsumu put his number into your phone, you gave it a call, so that he could have your own. The sun had begun to sweat and you could already tell that Atsumu would have a long night unpacking himself, “Akira why don’t you say bye to Atsumu and Osamu and get ready for dinner.”

Your son nodded as he waved a goodbye to the two men, happily going back into the house. “We’ll see you tomorrow,” your voice was filled with warmth as you waved goodbye.

Atsumu and Osamu watching you leave into your house, “ya think she's single?”

“You’re gross,” Osamu muttered hitting the top of Atsumu’s head as they walked towards the house, “the cupcakes were nice.”

Atsumu spent the rest of the evening sorting his own house out, easily moving everything to where he wanted it to be. It was an empty house for an even lonelier man.

The next day seemed to come quickly as you and your son began the journey to the gym where Atsumu’s team held their practices. The text had spoken of how practice had finished early and that his friend would be there to help as well.

Akira seemed happier than normal as he sat eagerly shouting and grinning at how excited he was, “I watched more videos of Atsumu mummy, and he’s so good.”

Your son eagerly praised as you looked out of the windows to the sign for the gym, looking around to find Atsumu waiting outside. He looked to have been pacing around the entrance, staring at his phone. The black shorts and black shirt which looked to be his uniform and a jacket with his surname on the back moved through the wind.

Akira easily undid his seat belt waiting for you to open his door as he eagerly stared at the fake blond. Atsumu saw you step out and open Akira’s door, as he eagerly waved at the man, you grabbed his backpack which he gestured to carry as you held his hand locking your car.

Atsumu smiled as just as you both crossed the road, Akira let go of your hand and jumped onto Atsumu. You knew your son was eager, it was pretty obvious from the way he had spoken highly of your new neighbour all morning. But you almost felt bad for the man who had lifted your son up onto his hip. “Ya haven’ been troubling yer mother have ya?” your son chuckles as he shakes his head, Atsumu watching as you gave a small smile at their interaction.

They both start walking in as you followed beside them both, going through the entrance without any trouble. You had been anxious that Atsumu had promised too much for your son, already having prepared alternative plans if this fell through. Your worries settled as Atsumu took you both into the main gym, it seemed to be empty as early practice led to the men already having left. Except the three who seemed to still be practicing, “yah sorry about those three they wanted ta help.”

“It’s fine, Akira seems to like them already,” you pointed out, seeing how your son watched the way the man with black and grey hair jumped up to spike the ball down.

“Mum, it's him, it’s the man who we saw this morning,” your son shouted as the three men turned to see the little boy jumping out of Atsumu’s arms and running up to the men. The orange haired boy instinctively ran up to him as well as he crouched down to meet your son. “My mum showed me you all last night,” the man who had spiked the ball crouched down to your son as well as the other man wore his mask and followed.

“Your mum has great taste,” the orange haired man said as both you and Atsumu followed your son. The orange haired man stood up to meet your eyeline as your son pulled on Atsumu’s jacket to meet everybody’s eyeline.

Atsumu carried him once again as introductions occurred, “so you’re the woman who has these amazing cupcakes we’ve heard about.”

Hinata chuckled as Atsumu’s eyes widened, you gave a soft laugh as you gestured for Akira to open his backup up, “we bought you some if you guys wanted them?”

The four men’s eyes lit up, even Sakusa who you had learnt didn’t like crowded spaces. He watched how your son pushed the container of cupcakes out for them all to take. “Tsum Tsum you should bring them more often,” Bokuto had stuffed his face with a cupcake as Sakusa gave a look of disgust at how crumbs went across Bokuto’s mouth.

“Tsum Tsum,” your son repeated as he looked at the man, “can I call you that?”

“Akira…” you muttered lowly as Atsumu nodded.

He gave a small smile to you before speaking himself, “o’ve course ya can, little man, come on why don’t we give ya mum yer bag and we can teach ya sum stuff.”

Akira’s face brightened as soon as he heard Atsumu’s words, passing you his bag and coat as you had made him wear some shorts and shirt earlier in the day. Sakusa pointed to where you could stand and watch, smiling and bowing your head in thanks as you walked towards the side. They were a lively group of men, you watched how Bokuto showed him how to spike the ball and how Hinata and Sakusa went to the other side to receive it. The net seemed to have been lowered allowing your son to jump as high as he could without missing the top of the net.

It was a moment that you knew he’d treasure, as Hinata and Sakusa were showing him how to receive from Bokuto’s spikes. Atsumu walked up towards you with a cheer, “he seems to be enjoyin’ himself.”

“Yeah…I cant thank you enough for this, it means a lot for the both of us,” Atsumu looked at you with a happy smile as another bright idea came to mind.

“Wanna join?”

Your eyebrows raised as you stared at the man, “I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself even trying.”

“I’ll get ya to play with me one day,” it was a proposition as you smiled at the man. He continued to speak to you as you both watched from the side-lines, your son giving a happy hey, hey, hey every time he spiked the ball down.

Your phone began to ring after an hour of playing, already knowing who the number was as you excused yourself to take it. “You didn’t say you were coming to spend time with Akira…you need to call at least…whatever we’ll be home in an hour…yes you can wait.”

You hung up the phone as Atsumu raised an eyebrow, “who was that?”

“Akira’s dad,” you mumbled anxiously.

“Is he…”

You already knew what he was going to say, it was pretty obvious from his gesture and tilted head, “we’re not together anymore…we divorced 6 years ago.”

“Ya married young then?” he was trying to not be invasive, but he did want to know more about you and Akira.

You nodded softly as you knew you and Akira would both have to go home soon, “we better get out of your hair though, you guys must want to practice.”

You began walking onto the court, Akira jumping out of Bokuto’s arms and into your own, “come on Akira, your dad wants to take you out we better get going,” your son whined as he spoke.

“Can I get a picture to show my friends, pleaseeee?” You chuckled as you looked at the four men who agreed.

The three of them stood with their backs partially arched as Akira and Atsumu kneeled at the front, you took a couple of phones which you already knew Akira would want framed somewhere, before you continued to speak, “you know what to say?”

The four men stood in a line as Akira let go of you and looked up at them, “thank you for teaching me how to play, and thank you Tsum Tsum for inviting me and my mum.”

The men smiled at the man as the boy ran back to you shyly after speaking so freely, “I’ll walk you both out.”

You said goodbye to the other three as Atsumu held Akira’s hand and you held his other, walking out together. “Thanks again, it meant a lot to Akira,” Atsumu helped Akira into the car as he nodded at you.

“No problem…and if ya ever wanna come again, little man then just come knockin’,” you smiled at their interaction and before Atsumu could close the door, Akira proposed another idea.

“Can I ask him?” You gave a questioning look as you were unaware of your son's next words, nodding at him instead, “can…can you come watch me play football?”

Atsumu looked over to you, waiting to see if you’d say anything but instead you smiled at him, “I’d love to come and watch ya play, but just remember volleyball is a lot better, kay.”

Akira giggled as Atsumu ruffled his hair before closing the door, you looked at him softly giving him another look of thanks. Atsumu didn’t know the position you and your son were in; he didn’t know if your ex-husband would even be at the game. But he didn’t care, he liked spending time with your son, he liked seeing you smile even more.

Two weeks had passed since you had met your neighbour, most nights you had offered him dinner if he came home late. Which was often, having a sort of family dinner, even if Akira was half asleep as you and Atsumu ate food. On the days that Atsumu did come home early, he had set up a volleyball net in his back garden, playing with your son as you made dinner for the three of you. Atsumu had relied on taking away or forcing his brother to make him food, but having you and your son around him didn’t make him as lonely as he had first thought when he moved in.

Atsumu knocked at your door on Friday morning, your son opened the door inviting him in. As you were in a hurry with breakfast and grabbing your son's football boots and kit. “Need any help?” Atsumu asked as he looked through the door of the living room, he did like your house a lot. Pictures of you and your son scattered around the room, ones of your son and his cousin and he assumed that the one with the man and your son was your ex-husband.

“Could you help Akira fill his water bottle up?” You mumbled with toast still being chewed, Atsumu stared at your form, however.

He would sometimes forget you were a mother, being only 4 years older than him. You had experienced stuff he hadn’t, of course he wanted a family one day, but you were already living through one. You had your son, and he couldn’t lie and say that spending every night eating dinner with you or both you and son hadn’t made him believe he had joined your little family.

He walked towards your son, he looked cheerly at the man as Atsumu helped him fill his water bottle up. You ran up the stairs as you grabbed both yours and Akira’s coats, and some food that he might want to eat on the way as well. “Akira show Atsumu the snacks, tell him to take what he wants,” you shouted from on top of the stairs.

Akira nodded, taking Atsumu’s jacket sleeve and showing him to a cupboard with snacks, “Tsum Tsum?” Akira asked softly as Atsumu was rummaging through the boxes, he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t look like a corner shop in the cupboard.

“Yeah…”

Akira's voice was soft as he spoke, “are you going to leave us?”

Atsumu froze as he met your son's eyeline, he may have only known you for two week, but spending time with you and your son every day. He should’ve known your son would have become accustomed to it, “I won’t.”

Akira nodded, putting a smile on as he opened the bag for Atsumu to put food in it. Atsumu gladly did as you came down the stairs, phone in hand as you seemed to be on a call with someone. “I’ll put these in my car,” Atsumu spoke as you nodded, Akira following the blond. You seemed to be pissed at whatever you were hearing and Atsumu knew it better to start putting Akira and his bag in the car.

“It’s his choice…I didn’t say anything, you should know Akira…He’s your son, I don’t want him to do something he hates, okay?...I have to go…you’re not even going to be there…bye.” Atsumu heard the last part as you hadn’t noticed the man’s arrival, you rubbed your eyes slowly before turning around and smiling at him. “We ready?”

Atsumu nodded as you locked the house up and joined Atsumu, Akira had begun talking to Atsumu about how he wanted to learn how to spike sideways like Bokuto had done. More conversations about volleyball occurred as you seemed to still be stressed over whoever you were on call with.

As Atsumu rounded into the pitch, Akira gave a sigh as he undid his seat belt and waited for the door to open up. “Don’t sigh Kira,” you muttered as Atsumu took Akira and held his hand, you following with his bag.

“I don’t like football anymore though…” both you and Atsumu gave your son a look before you spoke.

“I know but can we talk about this after the game, please for me?” You smiled at your son, it was the last game of the term and once he got through it then he’d never have to do it again if he didn’t want to.

Akira nodded as he took his coat off and let go of Atsumu’s hand, running to his group of friends. “He doesn’ want to play anymore?” Atsumu took his bag from your hands as you both stood on the side-lines.

Nodding, “he was telling me this morning how he wants to play volleyball now.”

“Ya don’t want him too,” Atsumu questioned.

Shaking your head you looked at him softly, he had done so much for you and your son and he wouldn’t even know. Akira had become a lot more boisterous, and you could see a glimmer of happiness whenever he saw Atsumu’s car pull up into his driveway. “It's not that, I want him to do whatever he wants to do…I just need to persuade his dad…that’s all.”

Atsumu didn’t ask anything else, he didn’t want to bring up any pent-up emotion you had to your ex instead he turned to watch the game. Akira played the game decently, but Atsumu had never seen such unenthusiasm for a sport than what Akira was giving to kicking the ball. Everyday he had spent watching your son spike and set the ball up with such enthusiasm but here he was not able to even kick the ball.

“I guess I better sign him up to the volleyball team,” you mumble as the corner of your lip arched upwards. Akira was stubborn and he got it from you, but Atsumu couldn’t help but smile at your words. He could help Akira play; he could teach him different things and most of all he could spend more time with you.

“He’ll fit in straight away,” Atsumu smiled back at you.

Your eyes flicked onto his form, he was handsome, beautiful even, his light blond hair, bright eyes, happy grin whenever Akira did put effort into the game. He was handsome but so so…young, even if it was 4 years, you were a divorced single mother. He played in a division one volleyball team and had so much going for him; you dismissed any idea of being more than friends with the man as you both continued to watch the game play out instead.

“Tsum Tsum was I good?” Akira gave a smirk at you waiting to hear the reply that would persuade you into letting him join the Volleyball club instead.

You rolled your eyes as Atsumu played along with your son's idea, “ya were soooo bad ‘Kira, what was that? Even yer mother could play better than that.”

“See mummy even Tsum Tsum thinks I shout play a different sport,” you chuckled at your son, passing him some water and ruffling his hair.

“You can join…I won't stop you.” Akira hugged you as he looked up at you happily before hugging Atsumu as well, thanking him for playing along with Akira’s plan.

Akira turned to go back to his friends as some of them began pointing at Atsumu, “seems like you have a fanbase.” You had leaned into Atsumu’s side on instinct and he hadn’t questioned it as he scratched the back of his head lightly.

“My fans already think I ‘ave a secret son,” he pointed out as he had been spotted carrying your son throughout the two weeks.

You chuckled as you didn’t have enough time to be social media aware, “you’re more of a father to Akira than his real one has ever been.”

Atsumu didn’t question your comment, instead relishing in the fact that you somehow considered him to be a part of the family, a part of your daily life as well.

As Akira introduced his friends to the volleyball player, you knew you were going to get an earful from your ex very soon. Atsumu offered to take photos with them all, even Akira had asked for another one with the blond, you took it before the three of you left to go back to the car. Akira a lot happier than he had been when you had first arrived with him, “Tsum Tsum do you have a girlfriend?”

You froze as you did his seatbelt up, Atsumu having stood beside you holding the door open, you turned to him giving him a look that he did not need to answer. “We don’t ask people that Akira…”

“No, it's fine, I don’t...volleyball takes up a lot of ma time,” Akira nodded as he watched you close the door on him.

“I apologise for him; he shouldn’t have asked…”

Atsumu interrupted once again as he looked down at you softly, “why go on date in ma spare time, when I ‘ave got you and Akira to spend time with?” You don’t meet his eyeline as you cant help but get flushed at his comment, he had been so close to you. You could almost feel his breath against you but as soon as he spoke he left to open your door for you.

You didn’t speak throughout the journey home, instead listening to whatever Akira and Atsumu were rambling on about. He had so much going for him; he wasn’t going to spend everyday playing volleyball with your son…he would leave and hopefully have his own family. He had easily befriended your son, easily came into your life but he could leave just as easily as well.

Akira was the first to run into the house, running to go have a shower as you went to go lie some clothes down for him. You saw Atsumu give you a smile as he locked his car walking up into his own driveway, he hated spending time in the house. Hated how lonely he felt whilst the people who he had felt drawn too were next door. “We’re having chutoro sushi tonight, “ you called out as he smiled at you nodding.

He hadn’t even said anything, but you still managed to call out his favourite food, it was as if he had a place in your home. He walked into the house, grabbing his stuff for practice before leaving back into the spring weather. He could hear your son shouting at some tv show he was watching as you told him to quieten down through the open window. An unknown familiarity that encased your warm house always seemed to be welcoming the blond in.

As soon as school had started once again for your son it had become harder for Atsumu to teach him with the new year having approached. The three of you sat at the dinner table as you smiled at how your son spoke of the volleyball team he had joined at his school, “there’s this really tall guy Tsum Tsum, he’s so tall.”

“I’m glad yer makin’ friends Kira,” Atsumu smiled as your son continued to ramble about how they had started teaching receiving and he had been told he was the best in his class.

You chuckled as Atsumu couldn’t help but feel praised that he was able to hear your son talk, but even more than he had influenced your son to join the team. “It’s so fun, they said that if we wanted too we could bring our parents to come and watch on Friday…can you come too?”

Atsumu smiled at your son as he ruffled his hair, “course I’ll come, gotta show them how ta really play.” Your son chuckled as they helped to start taking the dishes into the kitchen for you to wash.

Putting the plates on the side, Akira used the stool to sit beside the rack as he grabbed the towel to dry it all for Atsumu to put away. It had been a system you had become accustomed to and it brought a familiar warmth that even after these weeks, Atsumu had remained by you and your son's side.

“Mummy why can't you come with us on Saturday?” Akira asked you as you had suds of soap across his arms.

“I have to work Kira, you have to be good for Atsumu though, promise?”

Akira puts his pinky out as you put your own, he laughs as suds of soap go onto his own finger as well. You continued to wash the dishes as Atsumu had thought about the exchange, he had offered to take your son out for the day seeing as you had been needed for a meeting with a client. He could never resist spending the day with your son and hopefully helping you out, the two of you had spent many late nights together. Often relaxing by the tv whilst your son slept, always finding you passed out on his chest within half an hour.

You never spoke of the night events, only smiling at him whenever you saw him the next day. It was a routine that you refused to give answers too. Just as Akira wiped the last dish to pass to Atsumu, you all heard the doorbell as you gave a weary look of who it was. “I’ll get it,” Atsumu said as Akira followed behind him, he held onto the end of Atsumu’s shirt as you put the leftovers into the fridge.

“Mummy look…” your son had grabbed onto your hand as he dragged you to the front door. Your eyes widened as you saw an unexpected visitor.

Atsumu and your ex remained staring at one another as you finally spoke up, “what are you doing here?”

“Whose this?” He avoided your question as Atsumu remained at the door, he was almost looking down at your ex and preventing him from entering your home. Akira stood behind Atsumu’s leg as he didn’t look up to see his father.

“My neighbour, now what are you doing here?” You muttered crossing your arms as you stood your ground to the man in front of you.

Your ex put his phone up where you saw the email he had gotten from the school about changing to volleyball, “you let him change without even telling me.”

“You came all the way here because of a stupid email…not to see your bloody son,” Atsumu had felt fear run through him, your calm and collected words were filled with such fury as even Akira tensed.

Your ex barged past Atsumu as he moved towards you instead, “we said we’d consult one another before doing these changes.”

You looked at Atsumu and Akira as you knew a shouting match was going to occur and didn’t want either to hear it, “Atsumu take Akira into your garden.”

“Are you…” Atsumu stopped as he saw you nod, going with your son as your son gave a look of distress himself over the situation.

You both watched them leave before you spoke, “if Akira didn’t want to play anymore, he didn’t want to play.”

“Is it him?” Your ex pointed at Atsumu who he recognised as a volleyball player, “you fucking that stupid boy and he instantly gets to dictate what my son does.”

You chuckle at the pronoun used, “your son, you must be fucking joking if you think Akira thinks of you as a father. Atsumu had been more of a father in the past month than you have in 6 fucking years…you cheated on me…you left me for three years with a child and not that you came back you think you can control his life.”

Your ex paused as he heard the words he never wanted to acknowledge, “you’ve made my son believe me to be the threat when you’re the one he should be worried about. You’ve always been stupid its why I married you in the first place to get a son from you. You’re worthless Y/n, utterly worthless I wouldn’t be surprised if that boy toy of yours leaves you just as I did.”

“Get out!”

“No, because if you’re going to shout at me so am I. He’s young you stupid bitch, you don’t think what you have here is permanent. It's not, he’ll leave you for someone younger, who would want some old woman with a child. Nobody, I’m glad I fucking cheated on you.”

Your jaw clenched as your eyes became glossed, you weren’t emotional. You had become strong since the day you had seen your ex fucking some girl in your bed. You were about to speak when a familiar figure met you at the door instead, “ya need to leave.”

“Oh so your toy does speak Y/n, you’d be better of getting your dick wet somewhere else than here.” Atsumu’s jaw clenched as his knuckles became white from the comment.

“Leave…before I break yer face,” his voice was calm as your ex left without a goodbye to your son. Akira had run back into the house, with what looked like Atsumu’s twin in tow, in an instant Akira hugged you.

Hugging him back as Atsumu and Osamu gave a small smile to one another, “hey Akira, why don’t we get ya ready for bed?” Osamu spoke softly as he knew both you and Atsumu would need to talk.

Akira nodded as he squished your face before showing Osamu to his room, “are ya okay?” Atsumu whispered as he didn’t know what else to say.

He felt your arms wrap around his body as you sobbed into his chest. Putting his chin on top of your head he held you as he just wanted to bring you comfort. “Am I…am I someone who deserves to be cheated on…do I des…”

Atsumu stopped you as he held your face in his hands, “Y/n what the fuck? Ya don’t deserve any of this, yer stupid fuckin’ cunt of an ex deserves to rot in hell…” he didn’t know if he should eve mutter his next words. But against his judgement he did, “I would never cheat on ya…yer smart and have yer life together, hell ya ‘ave it all and yer so god damn gorgeous that anybody who does cheat on ya never deserved ya in the first place.”

You held onto him tighter after hearing his words a mix of emotions washed over you. Before you could even go over them, Osamu and your son both came downstairs. “Goodnight mummy, Osamu said Tsum Tsum will protect us from him, so don’t worry.”

You smiled at him as you ruffled his hair and gave a soft kiss on the cheek. He smiled as Osamu offered to get him to bed, which you happily obliged him too. Atsumu followed as they both came back down the stairs within a couple of minutes. “Passed out as soon as he hit the bed,” you nodded at Atsumu as Osamu had already left with a goodbye.

“What Samu said is right?” you watched him sit beside you as you didn’t question what he was on about, instead focusing on the night sky. “I’ll protect you both, I don’t care if he hurts me.”

“Why?” You softly whispered, hand grabbing onto his arm as he turned to meet your gaze.

Atsumu couldn’t help but put his hand on your cheek, watching how you tried to turn away from his gaze. “I told you…” he moved closer as his other hand went to your thigh. “You and Akira…deserve the world.”

He looks down at your lips as you nod softly, feeling him close the gap as your own hands moved into his locks of hair. His tongue swept across your lip as it divulged past your own, he grabbed onto your hips pushing you onto his waist as he held you close. You both hadn’t spoken a word through the exchange, instead moaning softly as you rolled your hips against his joggers.

He moaned loudly as his hands moved to the bottom of your shirt, just as you parted he slipped the shirt off. Holding onto your face with his own hand, tongue brushing against your lips as he couldn’t help but look down at your body, “so beautiful…”

His mouth moved to your neck as he discarded the shirt to the ground, your own hands moved under his shirt as you moaned his name softly, “Atsumu,” your breathing was heavy as he left littered marks against your skin.

“I’ve wanted ya…” he kisses your lips softly, “for so long.”

You pull his shirt over his head as your hands trail the distinct lines of muscle across his chest. He was perfect in every way, your eyes flashed to his own. Filled with warmth as your arms wrapped around his neck, “I want you too.”

It was a soft whisper as he grabbed your thighs to carry you up the stairs. Soft kisses as he held you up until kicking your door open, he dropped you down onto your bed as he went to close the door to make sure your son couldn’t hear anything.

He watched you softly as he leant his head against the door, his body arching as his chest heaved. Your bottoms had slipped off as you kneeled for him, watching as he finally met your eyeline, he grinned as he slowly moved his own joggers out. Before kneeling onto the bed himself, he brought your face in his palms as he forced you to look up to him, “ya want me to fuck you?”

About to nod his hand grabbed your jaw tighter, “use yer words.”

“I want…I want you Atsumu,” you murmured up to him, he looked down at you, you looked so pretty as he kneeled on the bed. So small, valuable, pure for him, he guided your mouth to open up as he looked into your eyes.

“All of me,” he whispered as you nodded. A build of spit was heard as he felt the spit form in his mouth before letting it fall down your mouth. Your head tilted to allow for it to trickle down your throat, it was warm and mixed with your own spit as he watched you swallow it as soon as it hit the back of your throat, “ya gonna be good for me.”

“Yes…please I need…you.”

Your voice was broken as he let go of your jaw pushing your body down onto the soft white sheets. He’d never been in your room before, but even in the dark he could tell it was home, his hand moved to unclip your bra as his other worked on sliding your underwear down to the ground. Your back arched as his mouth trailed across your thighs before his tongue left a long stripe up towards your clit.

“Already wet for ma, ya want me that badly,” your moans filled the room as he felt intoxicated with the way your thighs wrapped around his neck. His warm breath grazed against your clit before his fingers moved back and forth to get a build up of slick. “Ya want me?”

“Ple…please Tsumu I…I want you,” his fingers moved to stuff themselves in your mouth as you began to suck on them. He chuckled lightly at how eager you were, his tongue gliding across your clit down to your cunt. He felt himself grow hard just from having your thighs pressed against his neck.

Your hands moved to his hair, pushing him down as you groaned through his fingers. Drool and spit dripping down the corners of your mouth as Atsumu’s tongue moved into your cunt, his tongue moving through your cunt as he felt your legs tense, he didn’t care as your moans felt like music to his ears.

“Fu…fuck…Tsumu please…more,” your voice was shaky as you spoke through his fingers, it felt more like gargles than anything else, but the sound still intoxicated him. He moved his hands away from you, holding onto your thighs instead as he spread your legs wider to gain more access for his tongue.

Drool and slick stuck to his mouth as he looked up at your body, your hand against your mouth as you tried to suppress your moans. He didn’t like you hiding it, giving your cunt a slap as you jolted with a loud moan that would most likely have been heard by someone in any other room. “Don’t hide ya moans,” he felt your hands go back into his hair as you gave a drooled smile.

Mouth divulging back into your sloppy cunt as his tongue lapped between your walls, he heard you give another moan of his name. His own pace increased as he swirled his tongue through your slick coated cunt. “I…I…need cum…” he loved how fucked you were just from his mouth, how your legs tried to clamp down on his neck, but he kept them spread for him to devour you.

“No…not yet…” he murmured as his tongue circled your clit back down to your cunt. He felt your legs twitch as he knew you were close, “wa…wait…” he whispered continuing to want to taste you for a little bit longer.

He saw you moan and push his head closer to your cunt before you felt the coil that had wrapped up in your stomach snap, white gushing out of your folds and landing right into Atsumu’s mouth. He sucked and licked at the cum as he devoured at your cum, he was hungry, hungry to have more of you.

He licked his lips as he finally met your eye, the way your chest heaved as you felt his fingers push the remaining cum back into your folds. “I want ya…” he muttered as he saw how you tried to lift yourself up with your elbows.

Your hair was dishevelled as he watched you grab his hands before bringing your arms around his neck. Kissing him softly as his eyes brought him back to reality, you were underneath him, giving yourself to him freely and all he could see was you. How pretty you looked, with those soft eyes of yours. “Have me all…” you trailed off as you kissed him once again.

He flipped you over as your back was facing him, breasts pushed against the bed as your cum leaked from your cunt. He took his boxers off, palming himself as pre cum helped to lube his cock up, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, wrapping it around his hand as he brought your body up to his body. His cock slid past your clit as he teased at your cunt, “I’ll fuck another baby into you,” you moaned loudly as his cock moved into your cunt.

Feeling your cunt clench against the sheer size of him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he kept your body pressed against his own, his other hand moving to play with your nipples. Flicking between the hard tit as your neck tilted against his chest at how he moved back and forth into you.

Each time the pace getting quicker as he divulged into your harder, hitting each spot of your cunt every time. His mouth trailed kisses against your neck as he continued to fuck into you, “fuck…fuck please…f…fuck.”

“I…I want t..to give you an…another baby…I wa…want my babies…in ya…” Atsumu’s voice was breathless at each thrust into you, he wanted to see you have his babies. He wanted Akira to have a brother, he wanted to be with you. He wanted to be the father figure your son deserved, and as he kissed against your already bruised neck. His mind was going to nothing but how he wanted to be there for you and your son.

You mumbled incoherent words as you felt him hit the back of your cervix, his eyes flashing to just how beautiful you were. Your rolled back eyes, the sly moans that encased your wet mouth, the way your tits bounced as he thrusted into you, even the stretch marks against your sides and thighs from having carried a baby.

You had it all, you were perfect, “I wan…want ya not jus…just tonight…I want ya forever…”

Your eyes opened up as he kissed into your neck, hiding his face to hide the flustered look he had. You smiled at him softly, hand moving into his hair as you played with it softly, “I wan…want you…God…I want you…too.”

It was all he needed to hear as he let go of your hair, pushing you back down on your front as he watched you arch your back for him to fuck into you. His legs between your own as he pushed your head down into the mattress, “Fuck…fuck Y/n.”

Both your moans filled the room and you had forgotten about your son sleeping in the room over, your mind had fixated on the pleasure you had felt from feeling Atsumu inside of you. The way his other hand gripped your side to allow for him to go deeper into you, “cum…cu…”

Your voice was inaudible as he pressed your face down into the mattress, he knew though, watched how your legs twitched for your second orgasm. He wasn’t going to suppress you though, just wanting to cum with you. And as he felt you give out another loud moan of his name he felt your coil snap and cum gush out, it helped him to move easier in you as he spoke himself, “Y/n…fuck…” cum gushed into your cunt as you felt filled up with him.

He slid out of you watching as you groaned trying to turn over, as you did cum dripped out of your cunt. It was a sight to see you in this way, the way your legs had his fingers imprinted on them, your neck scattered with marks and your cunt filled with him.

“Let me run ya bath,” you nodded as you tried to get up but instead felt your legs shake instead.

Atsumu came back having sorted himself out and grabbing two towels, he carried you as you leant against his bare body. Placing you inside the bath he sat behind you, the water pushing against the sides as you leant your body against his own. You both began speaking quietly to one another, he let you play with his fingers as you snuggled closer into his form.

“Everything I said was true,” he spoke softly, seeing how you were already half asleep you nodded acknowledging that your own words were true. He kissed your head as he let you stay in his arms, he knew you’d had a long day as he sorted you out, changing the bed sheets before laying you on it. Even in your dazed state you held onto the man closely as his arms wrapped around you and you finally fell asleep with someone.

Friday afternoon had approached as you and Atsumu had grown accustomed to a sort of unofficial dating occurring. He would spend the night most days, making Akira smile as he saw Atsumu make him breakfast before dropping him off to school for you. It felt like a home, a family for Atsumu, even if he rarely spent time actually inside his own home, only using it to change and use the volleyball net in the back garden. You were his home; you and Akira were something more to him than an empty house.

He held your hand as you both walked into your son's school, going to where the volleyball practice was, it was a rare occurrence where parents could watch their sons play. Even more rare that a professional volleyball player would be accompanying you, you both stood on the side-lines as your son came running to you both.

“Tsum Tsum, Mum,” he smiled giddily as he jumped into Atsumu’s hands, “you came.”

“I said I would little man, now you go smash it, beat ‘hem,” your son chuckled as he got off of Atsumu and ran back to his friends.

You both watched the game occur, watching as your son spiked the ball passed the other players. Atsumu’s arm around your own as he leant back seeing how well your son had done, “Bokuto might need to ask Kira for help after this game.”

You chuckled lightly as you leant against his side, feeling him give you a soft kiss on the cheek, “I’m proud of him.”

You gave a small smile as you continued to watch the small game, more parents having arrived as you waved at the few that you knew. With work it had gotten hard to make friends with the other parents but with Atsumu it became easier to become more involved with Akira’s friends.

As the game ended, your eyes flashed at the score, your son's team having the lead to 25 as you cheered for him. The setter threw the ball up letting your son spike it right past the other blockers as he cheered with the rest of the team as the whistle blew.

You smiled at him as he ran into your arms, “you did so good Kira.”

Akira hugged you tightly before jumping onto Atsumu, “Tsum Tsum I want to be like you when I grow up.”

Atsumu felt his heart grow soft as he ruffled your son's hair, “you’ll become even better than ma.”

Akira laughed as they both talked to one another about what was occurring in the game. Even if you were only semi-aware of what was occurring, you understood the basics, nodding along whenever your son would do an action of the game.

Before the three of you could leave, your son let go of Atsumu and he went over to his teacher as you smiled at them. “This is him, he’s a professi…” your son could barely say the word as he ignored the rest, his teacher smiled as she most likely hadn’t believed your son when he spoke of knowing a professional player, “Miss…can you take a photo of the three of us, I want a family photo.”

Your eyes widened as you gave a soft smile to your son, his teacher happily obliged as she took Atsumu’s phone. Both you and Atsumu crouched to your son's height, his hand around your waist and the other on Akira’s shoulder. Akira gave a gleeful smile as you and Atsumu grinned as well, Akira had a family again, he had someone to look up to but better yet…Atsumu no longer felt alone as he looked down at his new family.

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Make Me Feel Special (2/2)

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Link to Part One also tags: @bowtothewitch <3

Warnings: no plot, mommy issues/kink, major age gap (reader is of age), cursing, smut- praise kink, use of strap-on, tell me if i missed something!

Word Count: 2k?

A/N: if anybody was wondering, this Agatha is a mix of episode 9 Agatha and Eve Fletcher because i’m a whore for Eve Fletcher. Also this is my first time writing a strap-on so pls let me know if i did it right :/ALSO THANK YOU FOR 50 60 FOLLOWERS!!!

“I want you to make me feel special, mommy.”

She stared at you with your large duffle bag at your feet, and you couldn’t decide whether her gaze was desperate or thankful. She wanted someone to take care of, and here you were, asking her to do just that.

“What made you make up your mind, darling?” She was struggling to not give into the temptation of dragging you inside and taking you on the steps right then and there.

“Jane called you a selfish bitch when she doesn’t even try to understand me and what I want. And what I want is somebody to take care of me, for once. I want somebody in charge of me. I want somebody on top of me. To help of me. To comfort me, to touch me... to lov-“

Agatha walked up to you and put a finger on your lips, putting a silence to your voice.

“I know, babygirl.” Agatha dragged her finger off of your mouth and brought her hand around to the back of your neck, pulling your lips ever so close to hers.

“I’m not going to make you feel special, honey. I’m going to remind you that you already are.”

And with that, her lips grazed yours, and finally met in a rage of lust and desire.

Agatha snaked her other hand around your waist and up your spine, somehow managing to pull you closer than before. When the strong kiss broke, you groaned, Agatha’s taste lingering on the tip of your tongue like an ingrained memory that you never wanted to forget.

The two of you shared heavy breaths, reminiscing in the other’s gaze.

“C’mon babygirl. Let’s get you inside.” She whispered, picking up the bag at your feet. She dragged you by the wrist, not giving you much time to take in the beauty of her home. You caught a glimpse of a grand kitchen and living space, but you were tripping up the stairs before you could register anything else.

“I will show you your room tomorrow.” She dropped your bag at the top of the steps. “Something else needs my immediate attention.” She continued to drag you along as she started down a hallway. She stopped at the last door and pulled you up against the wall next to it.

“Are you sure about this?” In all seriousness, she met your lustful eyes with her own.

“Fuck, yes.” You almost whined, but a shock of pain was sent through your body as she pressed you into the wall.

“Yes, what?... babygirl.” You groaned as the added pressure only turned you on. “Try that again for me.”

“Please fuck me, mommy.”

Agatha almost growled from hearing that, finally opening the door and pulling you in with her.

“Up.” She ran her hands down the back of your thighs and you jumped up to squeeze her hips, surprised to find out that there was no struggle to keep you up. She was strong.

Your arms wrapped around her neck as you pulled her into a deep kiss, and soon after, her own lips made contact with the skin just below your ear. She moved her playful bites around until you flinched, meaning she had found your sweet spot.

“Oh, god,” You grumbled, trying to pull her head in closer. You could feel her smirk against your growing bruises. It all felt so wrong, but so incredibly right.

She made her way over to the bed with you still on her hips, finally setting you down on the mattress just before your legs went numb. You watched as Agatha pulled her purple top off and did the same with your loose t-shirt. Your eyes stared at her chest, knowing you should meet her eyes, but incapable of finding the will to do so.

She groped at your breasts before sliding her hands to the top of your sweatpants, fingers dancing around the tie before finally pulling the string lose. Agatha noticed how you stared at her image as she pulled off your bottoms, leaving you only in a bra and panties.

“Now tonight is all about you, babygirl. You can touch whatever you like, moan how ever loud you want... ask anything of me...” She breathed. “It won’t always be like this, but tonight is all about you.”

You whimpered are her words. “But I want mommy to be proud of me. I want mommy to feel good too.”

“You want to lick this cunt?” Agatha asked as she pulled down her jeans, revealing her black lace panties. She now crawled on top of you, her face hovering over your own.

You nodded at her question.

“Use your words.”

“Yes please, mommy.” You whined as Agatha pressed her lips back onto yours.

“Undress me, then. I’m all yours tonight, babygirl.” She smirked, leaving you with another breathtaking kiss. You happily snaked your hands around her back, unclasping her bra and immediately attaching your lips to one of her nipples, beginning to twist and pinch the other with your hand.

Agatha groaned above you, and the slickness in-between your legs screamed. Your other hand slid to the top of her underwear, and when you moved your mouth to her other breast, you used both hands to slide the garment down her body.

She helped you the rest of the way, and finally moved to hover her dripping pussy above your face. You could feel the heat above you, and the taunting smell almost drove you insane.

you latched your hands onto her hips as you closed the distance between your mouth and her cunt, relishing in the moan that escaped her body when your tongue finally reached her aching core.

“Babygirl...” You dragged through her wetness, quickly flicking her clit before diving into Agatha’s center. Your hands reached up to hold her down and play with her breasts while you slowly explored her insides. “That feels so good.”

You smiled. I made my mommy feel like that. I make her happy.

You brought one of your hands down and replaced a finger for your tongue, sliding it in as your mouth paid attention to her clit. You began to pump and suck slowly, paying attention to how Agatha reacted to your every move.

“Mommy wants more.” You groaned at the request, sending Agatha even higher into heaven as your vibrations ripped through her pussy.

You picked up your speed and inserted another finger. You also tested out different things with your tongue, noticing how your pointed tongue made her squirm, your flat one made her head roll back, and your sucking made her do all the above and more.

“Mommy is gonna cum, babygirl. Let her cum.”

You hummed and put a little more pressure in all the right places, finally witnessing her come unraveled on top of you.

Agatha twitched as you helped her off of her high, cleaning up the mess that you left behind.

“You did so good, honey. Mommy is so proud.” You blushed as she sat back to kiss you, her leftover cum rubbing onto the base of your stomach. She tasted herself in your mouth and smirked.

“Is my baby ready to be rewarded?” Agatha taunted, carrying her light touch across your chest.

“Please, mommy.” You went to slip your bra off of your shoulders, but she stopped you.

“No, honey. Let me do that.” She reached under your arched back to unclasp the article, allowing it to thud onto the floor.

“Oh, baby, mommy is so excited to play with you,” Agatha spoke seductively while staring at your exposed chest, and if your cunt wasn’t begging for attention before, it sure as hell was now.

She reached her hands down to stroke your thighs, and you whimpered.

“Patience, darling.” She chuckled as she slid down further on you and started biting at your breasts. You moaned so loud, but you didn’t feel guilty about it whatsoever. One of Agatha’s long fingers danced over your covered core, and your hips bucked.

She laughed. “Alright honey, i’m done teasing.” You gave a breath of relief. She slid off the of the bed, pulling your panties along with her. She discarded the garment as she walked over to the nightstand, swaying her hips because she knew that you were watching.

“What are you doing?” She opened the bottom drawer to the piece of furniture. Without saying anything, she pulled out a large purple dildo, and you eyes widened.

“It’s ok, babygirl. we’ll take it nice and slow. I’ll even lube it up for you, although i’m sure you’re wet enough to take it dry.” You whined, knowing that she was probably right.

“Okay, mommy.” You follwed her movements as she strapped into the toy, picking up the lube and getting some on her hands. She climbed back on the bed and straddled your hips, making sure you had a good view.

She took her hands and began covering the dildo, and your insides turned as you watched her stroke and rub the lube all over.

“Are you ready for mommy’s cock, darling?” She smirked up at you.

“Yes mommy. Please.” You whined, begging her to fuck you senseless.

“Good girl.” She lifted your knees up to your chest, and you wrapped your arms around your shins to hold your legs in place.

Agatha ran one of her long fingers through your cunt, bringing it up to her mouth and moaning at the taste of you.

“You taste amazing, honey.” She said as she slowly slipped the toy inside of you, earning another whine out of your mouth. You sounded like a whore, but you didn’t care.

Once Agatha’s skin was flush with yours and the toy was as far in as it could go, she paused.

“Let mommy know when you’re ready to start.” Agatha reached down and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, making you nod and lean into the touch. Once you felt comfortable, you replied.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me, mommy.” You nearly whispered in anticipation.

“Good girl,” She hummed, slowly pumping the dildo in and out of you. You watched as her breasts moved with her thrusts, feeling sensations that matched her movements perfectly.

Eventually, the need for more arose, and you started rocking in time with her pumps.

“Shh, baby,” Agatha held your body still. “Let mommy do the work.” You relished in the way that her hands ran their way up and around your torso and chest, soon enough finding their way to your clit as her speed increased.

The moan that you released made Agatha smile, as she started applying more pressure and sending the dildo deeper. You could hear your dripping pussy as she railed into you, your body bouncing with her sheer force.

“I think i’m gonna cum, mommy. Can I cum?” You whined, throwing your head back from the stimulation.

“Of course, babygirl.” Agatha stroked. “Soak my cock, honey, whenever your ready.” She met your gaze, and her glare is finally what pushed you over the edge. You silently screamed, arching your back as far as you could in that position and squeezing your thighs to your chest.

Instead of slowing down, though, Agatha pushed you into another orgasam, and but the time you had realized what she had done, you couldn’t process any information.

It took a moment for you to slow your breath, but when you finally did, you found Agatha staring at you with an expression that you couldn’t recognize yet.

“What?” You blushed, watching her slowly pull out of you and take the strap-on off. You twitched at one spot, and she gave you a soft smirk.

“Thank you.” You looked at her funny.

“What for?”

“Letting me take care of you.” She replied sincerely. You sheepishly smiled, catching the glint in her eyes.

“Anytime.” You said, repositioning yourself to sit up. You leaned in to give her a kiss, and you felt her smile against your lips.

“Alright, c’mon now baby. Let’s get you cleaned up and tucked in.” She grabbed your hand and helped you off of the mattress, holding onto your shoulder as the two of you made your way to the shower.

This was someone you could get used to.

#agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #marvel female reader insert #agatha harkness x fem!reader #marvel gxg

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possumteeths · 2 years ago

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Self Promo Fic Game: tagged by @some27-url 😚

Rules: We would like to ask you to recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is "most popular" and 2 that are "hidden gems”!

Im gonna use all fallout fics because honestly when I think of my favorite things, my brain jumps to fallout lol.

WARNING! These are all rated E, I’m writing filth okay!

Most “Popular”: I guess my nasty vulpes stories lol?

Since he’s such a niche character this series made me a buncha fanfic mutuals and friends haha. I’m glad other bitches wanna see this dude suffer hornilly lol. Im counting this as most popular only amongst the niche fanbase of vulpes girlies who’s favorite thing is torturing him lmfao

Hidden Gem 1: My raider gangbang smutl!!

I’m honestly really surprised how nice people are when commenting on this! Its literally an angry milf getting railed by 15 idiot prettyboy raiders and for an oc/ oc type of story I was pretty prepared for nobody to read this at all? I love this story, its funny and surprisingly cute. I had so much fun designing all these idiot raiders and giving them all their own nasty habits. I got tired of reading stories about like the whole raider sexual coercion type of vibe so I decided to make a story where its a lady coercing raiders to do her bidding and giving them a crumb of pussy in exchange. Shes an icon, I love her!

Hidden Gem 2: Okay hear me out, a plucky wasteland adventurer x a lonely fishman monster who’s got two dicks

This story is SO fun haha and I just wrapped it up. Its like a kitschy porny old pulp fiction novel. Its inspired by that comic you can find in fo4 the “Astoundingly awesome tales! Attack of the fishmen!” The wasteland needs more cryptids like cmon theres radioactive hell monsters everywhere there HAS to be something kinda sexy looking ok. Anyways this was completely self indulgent and once again I was totally surprised that people read this at all? I cant imagine people are searching “Female Sole Survivor x Mirelurk King” so therefore i’m counting this as a hidden gem lmao. If you read this please mind the tags, its got some freaky shit going on! It ends cute though, I refuse to write anything besides happy endings!

tagging friends that I can remember who write fallout: @gaeadene @istalkpeople @ladyflaggermus Anybody else who wants to do this pls play! Mass effect or dragon age peeps are super welcome to participate and tag me so I can see you hyping urself up!!

#tag game #fallout fanfiction #im not even gonna apologize that this is all smut hahaha #i know what im about #fallout fanfic #fanfiction

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 2 years ago

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about the author

name: alura king

position: part-time porn author, aspiring milf

pronouns: she/her (alternatively try/me)

birthday: july 31, 1999 (age 24)

zodiac sign: leo (pisces moon)

height: 165cm (5’5”)

blood type: o

mbti: infp (or enfp, i tend to waffle. i’ve had to take it like three times)

ult groups: stray kids and ateez

ult biases: jisung and mingi

other faves: i listen to a ton but idek who all i’m invested in enough to list here 🥴 i’m more at home with third gen groups but some of these fourth gen groups kinda slap. idk. if you ask, i can tell you if i’ve heard of them and whatnot lmao

rules:

-NO ONE UNDER 18

-no politics (didn’t think i’d have to say that on a kpop smut blog-)

-no hate speech/bullying

-no asks/reqs with extreme kinks (literally anything that pushes the boundaries of legality, and also shit 😐)

-non-standard kinks are okay but do proceed with caution. i’m not gonna kinkshame anybody but if i’m uncomfortable with what you’re asking, i do reserve the right not to answer (that being said, we do appreciate tentacles and pegging in this household)

extras:

-if you’re looking for a place to write solely fluff or angst, this is not that place. i write erotica about grown ass men who don’t know i exist. angst and fluff come with the territory but i will not be writing extensive works with zero smut. that’s just not how we roll in the shire. if i’m gonna be sad, i’m gonna be horny while i’m doing it.

-my dms are open, don’t be a stranger! i don’t bite.

-if i write a shitty joke into a piece, i’m sorry (no i’m not), i’m just a deeply flawed being

-i promise i get your asks, it may just take me a while to get to them ❤️

-oh also i’m bi. that might be relevant

#alura speaks #about me #bio #please tell me i’m funny #i crave validation

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outropeace · 4 years ago

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Do you have a list of recommendations for well written Omega Louis alpha Harry fics ?

yesss!!!! this is one of my favorite tropes so i do have a few ready to rec!

🌸 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜 🌸

Just Another Ordinary Day (4k) by jacinth [@luck-of-the-styles-blog]

Omega Louis finds out his best friend (who he may or may not be in love with) Harry, an Alpha, might have found someone he wants to mate with. Jealous and tired of dealing with it all, he confronts Harry and demands to know who it is. The Alpha refuses to give a name but proceeds to describe the object of his affection.

Forever, Uninterrupted (8k) by sparkk

Harry finds a mysterious picture in Louis' bag one night and drives himself crazy over it. It's definitely not what he thinks.

kiss like fire (9k) by louizsv [@ashleyjohnsonfanaccount]

"Dude," one of his cousins says, "Uncle Darron's new omega is such a milf."

Anybody Have a Map? (9k) by 2tiedships2 [@2tiedships2]

Louis met Harry in NYC where they bonded as fellow Brits in the large city. Years later, with Louis' upcoming heat, maybe it's time for their friendship to become something more.

Save Some Luck For Me (10k) by jaerie [@jaerie]

Louis arrives at the 2018 Winter Olympics to make history as the first omega to win a gold medal at the games. Harry, his oiled up crush from the Summer Olympics, just happens to show up to sabotage him, but maybe helps him win in the end.

When Tomorrow Comes (11k) by jacaranda_bloom [@jacaranda-bloom]

Louis is an Omega who has been keeping himself pure for his Alpha, Harry is a traditional Alpha focusing on his studies while he waits to find his bondmate, and Niall is a sneaky bastard who keeps borrowing Louis’ clothes and never returning them

Overwhelming (13k) by KrisStylinson [@zourry-a]

Louis is an omega attending university to get his degree and most definitely not waste his time with unimportant things such as finding a mate. Harry is the alpha who manages to unwittingly mess up that plan.

Falling Down For You (14k) by theweightofmywords

If there was an alpha that Louis wanted to call his, it would be Harry. But what happens when an arranged marriage, a hungry press, and doubts get in the way?

a lion in his heart, a beast in his belly (19k) by hilourry [@hilourry]

In a world where everyone has time on their wrist, limiting how much time they have to find a mate. Once their time runs out, they'll never be able to bond with anyone. Harry is only 21 with a lot less time than most, and he just really wants Professor Louis Tomlinson to be his omega.

If I don't have you (there'll be nothing left) (28k) by SadaVeniren [@sadaveniren]

Louis thought after meeting Harry at a party everything would fall into place. If only life worked out that nicely.

fever dream high (30k) by wildestdreams [@butyouneverdo]

Harry and Louis are best friends and nothing more until things start getting a little complicated and they're faced with feelings they never wanted to confront.

Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat (34k) by angelichl [@loveletterharry]

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

The Space Between (39k) by alltheselights [@alltheselights]

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

King and Lionheart (46k) by stylinsoncity [ @aliensingucci]

Louis can't remember a time when he didn't hate being an omega. But maybe he just needed Harry to come along and make him his.

in a world alone (51k) by falsegoodnight [@falsegoodnight]

Harry’s breath catches as the glow grows bigger and bigger until he’s squinting his eyes and blinking at the sudden intense brightness. He closes his eyes, rubbing at them helplessly. When his eyes open again- he gasps, grip loosening on his bow as he gawks at the sight before him.

Because the swan is gone.

And in its place is the prettiest omega Harry has ever seen.

thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in (52k) by nonsensedarling [@absoloutenonsense]

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

dripping like spider milk (64k) by raspberryoats [@raspberryoatss]

Louis is a retired porn star and he gets invited back to test a new line of sex products the company he worked for is releasing. Harry is there to photograph, film, and intimately help him along the way.

sleeping on our problems (86k) by falsegoodnight [@falsegoodnight]

Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

Where You Lay (86k) by HamPalpert [@ham-palpert]

When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

Saving Symphony Hall (124k) by HelloAmHere [@helloamhere]

Symphony hall was the first place Louis had felt at home in this city, and he always had the box to himself. Until tonight.

pray for some sweet simplicity (273k) by delsicle [@eeveelou]

motorcycle racing is the biggest sport in a heavily divided world, Louis is trying to take control of his own destiny, and Harry is in for more than he bargained for.

#larry fanfiction #larry fic #larry stylinson fic #fic rec #omega-louis

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msdanvers · 4 years ago

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Hi!! Please can you give me some supercorp recs? I would love if you have one with kids. Thank you! Your blog and your edits are amazing!! <3<3

hi!! thank you so much!!

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you and me by bs13 (wip, 82k words)

Kara has just had a baby, moved into her ex's apartment, and temporarily left her job; it figures that she might as well add "realizing she's not straight because of the pretty neighbor next door" to the list.

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Take the Long Way Home by karalovesallthegirls (wip, 7k words)

What if, after shooting Lex and learning Kara's secret, Lena discovered another of her brother's projects - a half-human, half-Kryptonian? What if she did the only thing that she could, grabbed him and ran?

And what if Kara did everything in her power to try and get them back?

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to refashion the matrix of creation by seabiscuit, poiesis (wip, 44k words)

It's commonly said that too much wine can have perilous consequences, which Lena Luthor learns, but not in the way she'd anticipated.

Or, Lena takes a well-placed sip of wine and ends up In A Way.

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I love kid fics but I couldn’t think of more so I asked some friends for help:

Real Isn't How You Are Made by PleasePassTheKangarooMate (wip, 50k words)

Season 5 re-do. Lena finds out Kara is Super Girl, but a tiny half Kryptonian makes it hard for Lena to shut Kara & the super friends out completely.

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The Fifth Wall by Black_Tea_and_Bones (109k words)

Kara goes to bed with Mon-El, and wakes up with Lena Luthor.

But it isn't Kara’s bed, and they’re not in Lena’s apartment, and that is definitely not their baby... Right?

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Mommates AU series by drfitzmonster (wip, 72k words)

Lena is disowned and disinherited by her mother, so with nowhere else to turn and a 5-month-old baby to take care of, she calls the closest person she has to a friend, Detective Maggie Sawyer, for help. Maggie arranges a place for her to stay with her girlfriend's sister, Kara.

Lena must figure out how to build a new life for herself and her daughter while trying to navigate her feelings for the kind and charming woman who is completely unlike anyone she's ever met before.

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Nothing Gold Can Stay by inkedroplets (wip, 33k words)

Unable to trust or forgive herself after reconciling with Kara, Lena intends to return to how she lived her life before coming to National City in self-imposed exile unaware of how much her life could change and what might happen when she winds back up in National City years later with a daughter in tow and runs into Kara again who looks like she hasn't aged a day.

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I Built This Home For Me, For You by lostariels (161k words)

It's been twenty-one years since Lena let Kara sit down at her table, twenty since Kara had almost died, and fourteen since the birth of their second daughter. Despite their ups and downs, they've been happier than Lena could ever have imagined, but even the scars of the past hurt sometimes, and life can't be wonderful all the time. Juggling work, marriage and motherhood hasn't been easy, and with some problems and ghosts coming back to stir things up, balancing things is harder than its ever been.

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By Sun and Candle Light by Gotta_Start_Somewhere (126k words)

Lena is raising her three-year-old daughter alone. She's moved them to Midvale where she'll teach at the community college to get a fresh start and get away from her family. Kara lives in Midvale with her sister Alex. She's trying to recover from an accident that has drastically altered her life. Alex is too preoccupied with helping Kara to see that she deserves her own happiness. Can they all help one another to find what's missing to be happy again?

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maybe be alright series by BerryliciousCheerio (wip, 23k words)

They’ve never talked about kids.

or: sometimes the heart is broken in the mending.

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I See Who I Wanna Be (in my daughter's eyes) by littleluthor (126k words)

Lena was only 25 when she’d found out that if she wanted to have a child of her own, then she had to do it as soon as possible or she'd miss her chance forever.

She always figured she’d discuss how to have kids with her future wife when the time came, but her time was running out so she decided to take the plunge.

Ten months later, her baby girl was in her arms.

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listen closely and the stars will sing by celaenos (119k words)

Lena casts her mind around for the last time she felt this unmoored, this off-balance, by a woman, and can't come up with anything. Kara Danvers is unlike anybody that Lena has ever met; the sweetest, bubbliest person Lena’s yet to come across, and simultaneously one of the saddest, who is probably lying to everyone that she meets. It’s an impossible contradiction to wrap your head around, and Lena should probably stop hiding in this bathroom and trying.

(Or, Kara and Lena get parent-trapped into a relationship by a goofy little alien.)

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aaand if you’re not here for the kids but for the milfs, that’s valid and you should read tell me what you need, oh, you look so free by jazzfordshire (56k words).

After marriage and kids, intimacy has gone by the wayside. But when Lena asks to try something new and intense, it sends them down a path of reconnection that leaves them stronger (and thirstier) than ever.

#i'm sorry this took me so long 😭 i hope you'll still see it!!#<3 <3 #long post #answered #anonymous #one of my wips is a kid fic too in which lena is a single mom but it'll probably be a While before that one sees the light of day

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slutneto · 3 years ago

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Babe you doing such a great job in the TomGreg posts. I have a different question today. Why do you think the sibs talk about each other's sexual hangups ? Like Roman being Roman asks Tom how had sex with Shiv or talks about Shiv being his sexy secretary... and then Shiv just goes 'she makes your pee pee go boom boom' my head blown. I know they mean no incest at all but lol WHY ? What are the writers trying to say that they are unhinged ? (Between my bestie thinks Shiv+Roman can do one time)

thank you so much, i am trying my best here.

i am honestly baffled by just how sexual dialogue between roman and shiv has gotten. they don't do it with kendall or con. if they did, i would have blamed it all on them being brought up in a certain environment, where all men talked like that, so that's how they perceived adults and how adults interacted with each other. but they don't do it with anybody else.

i could probably chalk it up to shiv being aware that roman has some issues with his sexuality, which makes it an easy target for her, and maybe roman does it right back as a way of rebuffing those attacks, but he also plays into it as well, confusingly.

i think it stems from the fact that throughout their lives shiv and roman must have been very competitive with each other. i mean, con is significantly older, ken is somewhat unreachable in his position as logan's favourite, so that leaves just the two of them, competing with each other constantly. and that's how rivals talk to each other in their circles i guess (look at kendall and lawrence, ken literally told him he is going to fuck him with a silver dildo. it has the same rancid sexual harassment vibe. but it's not as horrible because they aren't related).

and that might be another thing actually, as much as it pains me to say it. roman and shiv, to me, seem to be the most entitled of the roys. the others (logan, con and ken) are capable of making connections elsewhere - logan surrounds himself with trusted outsiders, trusts them more than he trusts his kids, frankly. ken has made strong connections with people outside of his family - rava, naomi, stewy, even fucking frank. even con managed to make and maintain friendships outside of the family circle. not shiv and roman.

shiv, like roman, seems to have zero friends, they are both unable to build and sustain relationships in a healthy way. and i seriously think that we can blame all of that on being force-fed the roy supremacy ideas. if no one compares to the roys, how can they truly connect to somebody who is not a roy? the only person that deserves a roy, is another roy. so they talk like that about each other, to each other. like, right after the whole dick pic shit comes out, shiv has the perfect ammunition - she could make fun of roman's desire for gerri easily, but instead of doing that she targets their mom? why? because she hones in on the milf aspect of romangerri, but has to make it all about the roys. gerri is not enough for her for this very reason - non-roys are simply not important.

#they are really fucked up and should all get some serious mental health help #thank you #xx #sccsm #succession

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mimizepp · 4 years ago

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may i request poly bruabba relationship hcs if you’re okay writing that ? 😛

i can never get enough bruabba goddamn i love them so much.. fluff + nsfw hcs and i added some scenarios for how the relationship came to be just for some fic practice i guess? enjoy !!! (also sorry my nsfw headcanons are never great but i tried)

poly bruabba relationship hcs

- bruno and abbacchio always saw their soon to be s/o in libeccio, alone most days but sometimes joined by a friend or two. they sat at a table relatively close to + facing the entrance, visible to anybody walking in

- half due to suspicion, abbacchio always made unbreaking eye contact with s/o. it wasn’t anything threatening but he surely didn’t make himself appear too friendly. the way s/o never failed maintain this mutual gaze intrigued abbacchio, enough to tell bruno about this strangely sexy person of interest

- bruno was equally compelled to s/o, and even started to subtly express his interest once he and abba discussed the possibility of a polyamorous relationship

- bruno would slow down as he passed by s/o, just barely dragging a long finger along the table as he gave a soft, bidding smile. abba would follow behind, a mellower expression than usual, which s/o returned

- little bouts of small talk sprouted from this, s/o charming the hell out of bruno and abbacchio. s/o would occasionally join abbacchio outside for a quiet smoke, which he thought to be quite endearing

- for a while s/o never joined bruno nor abbacchio for a proper meal, as they were always with their associates or whatnot. it was a tad disappointing and s/o almost felt as if this friendliness between the three would never become anything more, but one morning bruno and abbacchio walked in libeccio, abba going the usual way and bruno approaching s/o

- ‘cara/caro, would you care to join us somewhere more private?’

- after melting under that sweet, familiar voice of reason, s/o gladly followed. in the private area sat abbacchio at a table in the corner, bruno escorting s/o to a seat beside him. abbacchio smirked and poured s/o a cup of (NON PISS) tea before questioning them about loads of things

- before s/o knew it, they were in a poly relationship with two of the sexiest gang members in italy

fluff

- abbacchio softens up a bunch and always has this understated, loving expression when with bruno and s/o

- bruno becomes even more of a mommy and loooves babying s/o and abba on their days off

- YES THIS MEANS HE LETS THEM SIT AROUND AS HE DOES EVERYTHING FOR THEM IT’S HIS PRIMARY LOVE LANGUAGE AND ITS SO SWEET

- if he’s been overworked due to passione business, s/o and abba like to take care of him for the day so he can unwind

- bruno and abba feel really bad that they have to leave s/o for work so often so they’re always calling to check in + love bringing little gifts home for their s/o

- if bruno and abba come home exhausted / beat from work they’ll cuddle up with s/o and form a little bruabba nap sandwich for a little while

- if s/o’s back is ever turned, either bruno or abba will be going in for a soft little embrace just for a few moments (or longer if they feel like chatting and swaying for a bit)

- bruno and abba love bringing s/o to libeccio, whether it’s to accompany them in meetings with the bucci boys or just for a comfortable meal together (it also just reminds them of how this beautiful little relationship came to be)

- btw the bucci boys really like s/o + love how abbacchio softens up when s/o is present (saves giorno from constant berating and glares)

- little comforting things with hands are all the pda abba is able to tolerate (there will be arms wrapped around waists, hands resting on lower backs, and hands held AT ALL TIMES)

- s/o and bruno love teasing abba and like to kiss one another in public, just to see if he will want to get a peck of his own (leone usually doesn’t induldge himself when they’re out but will defo be glaring with an eyebrow raised until s/o and bruno stop)

- one time s/o just went for it and placed a little kiss on abbacchio’s cheek + bruno took a photo just as abba’s face was its deepest shade of red

- if any single one of the lot is sleepy, all three are required to cuddle up and get cozy (it’s an unspoken poly bruabba rule)

- the same goes for little kisses at home. if abba gets three, then bruno gets three... etc.

- s/o and bruno often wake before abba and love surprising him with breakfast in bed :,)

- just once did abba wake up super early and try to surprise his babies with a meal... he burnt everything and was later found on the kitchen floor sipping a glass of wine and eating a blackened piece of toast

- abbacchio likes doing his hair and makeup in the quiet company of s/o + bruno (who will be doing whatever necessary to make sure his braid + bob are up to par)

- abbacchio sometimes gets really indecisive and asks s/o and bruno if he should try out his black or green lipstick, but he always ends up going with his safe choice despite anything said (light purple)

- on lazy days at home abba ties his hair back loosely and wears a large tshirt with boxer briefs and some comfy ass slippers + bruno has his hair styled very slightly and wears a cute little sweater with comfy pj pants. s/o wears one of abba’s large tshirts with just undies underneath as well as some fuzzy socks

- bruno is often dreaming of having children with s/o and abba + really wants to have a nice little house to raise them in the countryside someday

- dates are usually planned by bruno, who loves having s/o and abba in cute family-owned restaurants or niche little locations that he knows his babies would adore

- abbacchio has planned several wine tasting dates along with a few afternoon picnics. he always takes s/o and bruno to this quiet, secluded park that has the loveliest view

- sometimes abba and s/o tirelessly try to come up with ways to surprise bruno + thank him for all his hard work as a milf, and they normally end up trying to cook his favorite meal (bruno is so grateful for this even if it doesn’t taste the nicest.. he loves the sentiment though and his heart feels so FULL)

- bruno says ‘i love you’ not only through his words, but also with his touch. s/o can always tell when bruno is embracing them in a way that communicates such a feeling, whether it be a kiss on the forehead or the squeeze of a hand. he most often likes to stand behind s/o with his hands on their hips, so he can lean in to kiss their cheek and bring his arms around their waist and hug them as tight as possible

- abba says ‘i love you’ with his eyes and facial expressions. whenever doing daily / domestic tasks with s/o, abba holds the warmest, most adoring look on his face as he looks at his dearest. s/o always meets his eyes and blushes before reminding abba how much they love him, to which abba responds with a light ‘mm’ full of intimacy

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- as much as s/o abba and bruno hate to admit it... jealousy and lust are MAJOR players in the bedroom

- bruno gave s/o more attention than he gave abbacchio? abba’s making sure he gets his share of it and has the two follow his every demand + won’t let them finish until they’re begging for it with tears in their eyes

- so many hickies / love bites EVERYWHERE

- also loads of purple kisses will be all over s/o and bruno’s chests

- abbacchio loooves having s/o take him from behind as bruno plays with himself (and vice-versa)

- ‘bruno can’t wait for his turn to get inside you... i know you’d love that, you fucking whore.’

- abbacchio likes being pegged by bruno while giving s/o oral more than he’d like to admit + still won’t let s/o or bruno finish until he wants them to

- whenever pegged by bruno or s/o he usually gets super bratty and loves being punished with many slaps on the ass / accross his face

- shibari.

- abba will intricately tie s/o with their hands bound behind their back. he and bruno will have a liiittle too much fun teasing s/o until they’re nearly crying + begging one of the two to fuck them senseless

- if bruno ever gets to take the lead he makes it much slower and intimate most times, focusing loads on foreplay

- he likes having s/o and abba wear blindfolds so they never know where his next touch will come from + is always down to tease with some nipple play

- looooves lightly tracing his fingers down s/o and abba’s torsos until he reaches their inner thighs and watching his babies shudder beneath him

- if s/o or abba ever whine during foreplay or lean into his touch, bruno will punish them by making the other cum first and then edging the impatient party until he’s satisfied

- ‘hm, it seems you’re coming close, amore mio.’ he will cease movement completely and smirk, ‘i’ll let you finish soon enough.’

- abbacchio likes cumming inside s/o or bruno, but doesn’t mind having to pull out and finish in their mouth or on their chest

- bruno loooves finishing all over s/o and abbacchio while they have their mouths wide open and waiting for him

- as for what happens after sexytime, abba is the first to get sleepy and ask s/o to cuddle + bruno goes and gets towels and some glasses of water for his two favorite people

- s/o bruno and abba will cuddle for a little while and make sure each of the three is satisfied and soothed + then they’ll all lovingly drift off to sleep at some point during the night

- they will all be showering together quite sensually in the morning with plenty of sudsy groping

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