#are my sweet spot. they tell me when they need water and bounce back well from neglect

[readychilledwine]

Pieces of You pt 4

Summary - After losing Feyre to childbirth, Rhysand finds himself leaning on one of her friends much more than he'd ever expected.

Warnings- Mourning, loss of a partner, loss of a friend, loss of parent, babies and the complications that come with raising them, slight neglect, slight angst to wrap it up before Fluff and smut begin, same editing warning (friend is arc reading, Liz will catch any other mistakes when she rereads this with fresh eyes)

A/n - I promised they wouldn't be a part long. What you're all waiting for will happen in the next part. 🫣

✨️ Series Masterlist ✨️ Rhysand Masterlist ✨️ Master Masterlist ✨️

This nanny was not you.

You had the left house, as promised, Monday morning. You hadn't taken a single dress Rhys had bought his Little Mor, a single one of her toys, you didn't even take the blanket he had paid for with her name stitched into soft buttery fabric.

He watched as Nyx fought the female he had hired. He would only latch to her for a few moments before wailing, piercing the now all too quiet home with his confusion and frustration. This nanny was not you, and Nyx clearly was not going to accept her.

He had hoped by the afternoon Nyx would have been hungry enough to just latch, to cave, but that was not the case. The young heir was crying again, frustrated and hungry as he slowly wore himself out into another unscheduled nap. Rhysand zoned out the noise, his mind now on you, on the second chance of love, devotion, happiness he allowed to walk out the door.

Nyx had taken to you. He was a momma’s boy the second he was about to show preference. But Morwenna, Morwenna was Rhysand's. His own breathing filled the void of silence that had fall over the house, and as he stared at his paperwork, tears began to fall, he just hoped your mind was on him, or at least Nyx, as well.

His mind went to his Little Mor, his sweet girl. Her eyes always lit up for him, shrieks of joy and excitement were common in Rhysand's office.

You sighed and sunk into the couch, Azriel beside you as you did. “Come home,” he had been begging for the past two hours for you to see reason, to forgive Rhysand. He had explained what happened at dinner, watching as you slowly fell apart all over again. “He didn't mean a single word. I can tell.”

Azriel swallowed before standing, “I will be back. Kiss my niece for me when she wakes up. I'll come back to sing her to sleep tonight.”

You shook your head, leaning back into the couch as you did. “It felt like he did, Azriel. It felt like he just-” you stopped yourself from crying, not willing to hurt over some male who so easily threw you away. “He said I needed to stop acting like Nyx's mom.” You watched Azriel's face fall. Watched as his sun-kissed tan skin paled. “Then tried to tell me I could not take Morwenna with me.”

Screaming. Screaming was all Azriel heard as he walked into the new Riverhouse. Rhys was pacing the floor, bouncing Nyx as the sun fell and Cassian stood there, eyes watering and wide in panic. He took a spot next to Cassian, sharing a look of concern with his brother. “He refuses to latch on to his nanny,” Cassian's voice cracked. “And Madja keeps trying to tell Rhysand it's just going to be an adjustment period, but Nyx is hungry.”

Azriel nodded, mind flashing back to the subtle looks of pain on your face as you so much as moved or held his Little Mor. “And he won't just suck up his pride and take him to y/n?”

Cassian sighed. “He said he can't do that after what he has done. That there is no fixing the hurt he caused.” Anger had leaked into Cassian's soft voice. “I do not get how she can do this to Nyx.”

“You would do it to if you mate ignored your bond.” The weight of those words hit Cassian's chest, screaming in his like an alarm. “What.”

“Y/n and Rhysand are mates,” Azriel went to Rhys, stroking Nyx's back. “Let me take him to her?”

Rhys shook his head, ignoring the tears falling at his son's frustration. “I just need him to adjust.”

“Starving is not adjusting, Rhysand. It is neglect.” The High Lord turned to Azriel, glaring hard. “I know what you said to her. Go there, apologize, and have her feed him at the very least. She loves him.”

As if it was a spell place to curse Rhysand, Nyx must have caught the faint scent of you lingering to Azriel's soft t shirt. The heir calmed significantly, reaching for the material. “Give me your shirt so I can lay him down and we can discuss this.”

Azriel obeyed, hoping just the scent of you would be enough to give him a small nap while Azriel convinced Rhysand to let him take Nyx to you. Just for the night.

Rhysand sighed, laying Nyx down with Azriel's shirt underneath him. He would have been lying if anyone asked him if he had savored that soft scent clinging to the shirt. He walked out of the room and hardly made it 5 steps before the wailing began again. Rhys pulled the bottle filled with the mixture Madja had made from his pocket world before going back in.

Nyx was inconsolable. He had spent the better portion of the morning crying, screaming, refusing to sleep.

Rhysand picked him up, praying to anyone who would listen and wishing on every star that Nyx would just take this bottle. As soon as he latched, Rhysand watched his flawless little face make a deeper scowl before pushing the bottle away. You were Nyx's sole thought. Your smell, your skin under his, your voice. The piercing wail had Azriel and Cassian running up the stairs as soon as they heard.

Rhysand knew Nyx didn't fully understand the noise about to come from his mouth. Nyx didn't know it expressed exactly what he wanted, nor what the sound would mean. He didn't know that it would make his father crawl back to you less than 12 hours after you had left. The heir released a strangled cry over and over again of one of the only sounds he knew to make, "Ma. Ma. Ma!”

"No," Rhysand choked down the tears that were getting ready to fall. "He's crying for y/n. He's crying for his mama.” Rhys didn't wait for them, he didn't even say goodbye, he winnowed into your living room. You were curled up on the couch, instantly awake by the sounds of Nyx's crying.

"Is he crying for Feyre?" Cassian went to take a tentative step forward, just for Rhysand to stand and move quickly out of the room.

Rhysand didn't even have to ask. He didn't have to beg. You took the heir instantly and pulled him to you, placing him in his favorite spot to eat.

His tears had triggered Morwenna, though, and soon her soft cries filled the air. Rhysand ran to her. He ran to his daughter and cradled her tight to his chest. Her bright eyes instantly looked up at him, a smile taking place of where a deep frown was. “Hi baby girl,” her giggle instantly changed his mood. He walked her to the living room, watching as she instantly because to smile and shriek at the sight of Nyx.

“Give him a little bit, baby,” you didn't even look up from the tiny illyrian, stroking his brow as he ate. “He is very hungry and mama needs him to eat.” Rhys sat across from you, holding Little Mor tight to him. “She's been making d noises all day. To me, to Azriel, to no one. Just “dah duh deh” all day.”

“She missed her daddy,” Rhys held her up, rocking her gently side to side, “didn't you Morwenna. You missed daddy? 13 hours apart is much too long, isn't it, my little darling.” You shook your head, fighting the smile as Wen giggled at Rhysand.

You felt your heart skip a best as he kissed her cheeks and then her tummy. Rhysand was a wonderful father, and watching him in this element, this area of self-doubt, he had made all feelings of anger melt away. He looked to you instantly, claws gently tapping on the fortress of your mind before you allowed him in. “Let me take us home?” Home, the word replayed in your mind before you nodded, holding a hand to him. Home sounded so good.

He winnowed you two back to the Riverhouse, making Wen giggle even more at the starlight that surrounded you four. You walked in and stopped dead in your tracks, eyes Azriel up and down. “Where are your clothes?”

Azriel looked shameless, muscled torso on display as he held Cassian in a headlock. “I'm choking out Cassian and your concern is my lack of a shirt?”

Cassian raised a hand to you, face slightly red. His eyes had a hint of guilt in them as he tapped Azriel's abs. “Y/n,” Cassian moved to guide you to the couch, smiling at a still latched Nyx and then moved Rhysand to be next you. “I want to apologize.” You knit your brows at him as he sat and Azriel glared.

“I made some unfair statements without consideration for you and Rhysand. I did not think about how my words would affect your relationship with each other, or how I cheapend the new mating bond you two share.”

Cassian looked raw. Like months of build up and emotion hit him. “We prepared you know? We knew she was going to die, we begged and prayed for a solution, and just when hope came it crashed like a tidal wave. Nesta and I won't even touch each other. The guilt-”

“You have nothing to be guilty for, Cass,” Rhys interrupted him. “I'm the one who had sex with her. I'm the one who-”

“It was an accident,” you spoke softly, pulling the focus to you. “Feyre's death was a tragic mistake and accident. You all did not know the extent of her shifting magic. You didn't know it temporarily changed her that deeply.”

Rhys seemed love drunk as he handed you Little Mor, kissing both babes before you walked away. He was silent until you left, eyes trailing your body. “Cassian, I love her.”

Rhys sobbed softly, hearing words from you many had whispered before felt so different. Like a soothing balm over a wound, slowly healing it. “Cassian, Nesta did not know that the outcome of her bargaining with a God would be a cruel trick. There's no guilt to be had. She gave everything back, made herself the Cauldron’s servant. She was too young to read those unspoken lines.” Nyx finally let go, deep asleep in your arms. “I'm going to go lay him down. There is nothing for me to forgive because you did not intentionally harm me, Cassian, but maybe you three should speak.”

“I know.”

“That doesn't mean I never loved Feyre. Nor that I've forgotten her.”

A second “I know” broke through Cassian's lips, his shoulders falling as it did. “I miss her.”

Rhys felt the tears welling, felt them falling before he could will them away. “I do too. Every fucking day I miss her. I miss her hair, her laugh, her voice. I miss her correcting me.” He watched Cassian fall more, mourning the sister he had lost openly for the first time.

“But when I'm with y/n, it hurts less. When I see y/n smile, I feel more whole again. When I hear her laugh, I feel like I'm alive again. When I see her with Nyx, when I see his smile when she's holding him or playing with them, I feel like Feyre is here, nudging me towards y/n.”

Azriel's voice came, soft and slow. “Feyre would want you to move on, Rhysand. She would have wanted you to find happiness. She would probably fight all of us for being this sad.”

The thought of that made Cassian genuinely smile. His eyes sparkling with fond memories of Feyre Cursebreaker stomping her feet when he'd beat her during a sparring match. “Her and Feyre both do this thing, maybe it's an artistic thing, where they look at things really close and back away slowly.”

Rhys started laughing immediately knowing what his brother meant. “Y/n did it with one of my outfits. She said I looked great as long as she stayed 5 feet away.”

Azriel put a hand on Cassian's shoulder. “This is a roundabout way of us telling you we support you, Rhysand. We support you and y/n.”

“Two mates,” Cassian said slowly. “Imagine having two mates, Az. Two females that you get to love unconditionally and annoy whenever you'd like.”

Rhys and Azriel shared a silent look, a soft, "Not yet” coming through to Rhysand's mind. “We will leave you and y/n alone to talk.”

“There won't be much talking,” Rhysand stood slowly. “I've always been better at expressing my emotions physically.”

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[uluvjay]

Tattoos- T.Zegras

Summary: Your boyfriend looks extremely sexy while getting a tattoo

Tz x female reader!

Warnings?: SLUTTY, cursing, pain?, pet names

A/n: I hardly know anything about tattoos and this was hardly proofread so please excuse any errors!❤️

Do not repost my works as your own

Today Trevor has his first tattoo appointment out of three to get his half-sleeve finished. The guy was coming to the house like last time and Trevor was pretty much bouncing off the walls waiting.

When Trevor got his Nike tattoo last year you were out of town so you didn’t really know what to expect but still happy that your boyfriend was finally getting the tattoo he had been planning for months.

-

Your not sure what you were expecting but it definitely wasn’t that you would get horny watching your boyfriend in pain.

You were sat with your back against the opposite side of the couch with your feet in Trevor’s lap so he could hold onto one when needed and it didn’t hurt as much as It would with your hand.

You were also supposed to be planning your outfits for stagecoach in a few days but every time your boyfriend let out a light swear word or winced he took all your attention back.

You weren’t sure if it was the way his head was thrown back and his eyes were clenching as the artist took the tattoo gun over a more sensitive area of Trevor’s arm or the small grunts he was making but it had you clenching your thighs.

You couldn’t help but think about how pretty he looks from that angle when your in between his thighs on your knees and how good he taste- you needed a break from this view.

You wiggled your toes to signal for Trevor to let go so you could get up.

“Where you goin?” He asked as you stood up

“To get a drink, anyone want anything?” You asked but both men declined.

You chugged the glass of water you poured, you didn’t know what was wrong with you, how could you find your boyfriend in pain sexy? You should not have been this wet.

You must have been in the kitchen lost in your thoughts for longer than you thought because as you walked out Trevor was letting the Artist out of the house.

“All done already?” You asked slightly surprised

“Yeah we only did a majority of the outline today” he told you as he walked up to you to show you what he could from it being wrapped.

“Looks good babe” you told him as you looked at it

“You okay? Your red” he asked and you were sure your face got ten shades deeper.

“Yeah just a little hot” you told him looking down.

“You sure? Your not feeling sick or anything?” Poor boy thought you were getting sick, how were you gonna tell him you got turned on watching him get a tattoo?

“I’m sure baby, I’m feeling fine” you let him know.

“Now cmon let’s go watch our show” you said pulling him into the living room.

—

The next day you tried to get out of the house while Trevor got work done to his sleeve but you could only spend so long in the grocery store before people started to look at you weird.

And when you returned home with only four grocery bags after being gone for three hours Trevor looked at you a little weird as well.

“Were those old ladies holding up th-ahh shit” he started to ask but got cut off as the gun went over a sensitive spot.

You could already feel your core begin to throb at those simple sounds, it was pathetic honestly.

“Their names are Dolly and Marie, but yes they were holding up the deli line.” You said with a little laugh as you sat in the same place you did yesterday.

“They’re so sweet but take so lon-fuck” he once again got cut off by pain, the same pain that had you wet.

“I don’t mind it, they kind of remind me of you and Jamie” you told him with a laugh.

“Wow” he replied trying not laugh much so he didn’t move.

The conversation ended there as you turned the tv on, however it didn’t keep your attention for long as you boyfriends groans were a little louder today.

You couldn’t help but stare as you thought of all the things you wanted to do to your boy and all the things you wanted him to do to you. He was so pretty and the noises he made were even prettier.

“Baby!” You heard someone lightly shout and snap their fingers to get you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah? Sorry I zoned out” you told him getting red again

Trevor didn’t tell you because he wasn’t sure if he was right or not but he was pretty sure he saw you clenching your thighs and looking at his arm being tattooed.

“I was just asking if you could grab some paper towels please” he asked.

“Oh yeah, no problem” you said as you ran off

—

The next day Trevor decided he needed to figure out if he saw what he thought he saw, was his girlfriend really getting turned on to him in pain?

So here you were back in the same position as the last two days, your feet in his lap as you were leaned against the opposite side of the couch.

He’d been paying more attention to you then had had the past two days and he was beginning to think that his theory was right, you were getting turned on by his pain.

He noticed that every time he grunted, swore under his breath, or threw his head Back you were clenching your thighs and most of the time today you were lost in thought.

Once the sleeve was finished and he paid his artist he sat on the couch and called you in from the kitchen.

As you came in to stand in front of him he pulled you onto his lap, being mindful of his freshly done arm.

“I have a question” he said as he pulled you against him with your core right over his dick where he could feel you throbbing.

“Yeah?” You asked

“We’re you turned on by my pain?” He asked as he watched your face morph from shock to embarrassment.

“What!? No of course not” you said looking down in your laps.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?..”

“I can feel you throbbing on me” he said with a smirk as he began kissing your neck.

“Okay..maybe I did. You looked so pretty and you were making noises you do in bed” you said

“Oh I looked pretty in pain?” He asked with a grin

“Shut up” you said laughing

He didn’t reply just pulled your face down to his and kissed you nice and hard just how you liked it. He pulled your hair making you gasp and allow him to slip his tongue in your mouth and laying a smack on your ass.

“Z we can’t, I don’t want to accidentally grip your arm.” you said pulling away a from him.

“Looks like your gonna be riding me then” he told you as he pulled you back down to his lips.

—

Hope you enjoyed, thank you so much for reading!❤️❤️

[buckyalpine]

Shay😭😩. I’m on my period right now and it hurts like a bitch but at the same time it makes me horny so may i request period sex with bucky please? Hehehhehe more on praise too🥹

Cramps and..

Warnings: Period sex, shower sex, all the sex

"Fuck"

You hissed, groaning as a new wave of cramps took over, combining with your throbbing clit that had been screaming for attention ever since your period started. You tried to shake off the discomfort, giving Bucky a strained smile while he watched you grit your teeth.

"You okay there doll?" He walked over to where you were lying down on your bed, your laptop off to the side and a heating pad on your abdomen.

"Cramps"

Bucky nodded, climbing into bed with you and spooning you from behind, his arm slung around your waist, rubbing gentle circles where he knew he hurt the most.

You squirmed against him, growing more frustrated than feeling at ease in his hold. You knew he meant well, he really did, but it didn't help that his cologne evaded your senses, his body heat pressed against you. You felt goosebumps erupt on your skin each time he shifted, the hard muscles of his body rubbing against you.

"What's wrong baby?, you okay?" Bucky sat up slightly so he could look at you, hugging you closer.

"M'fine" you huffed but Bucky knew you were anything but that.

"Does it still hurt? I can run to the store and pick you up something stronger-

"No, its not that"

"What is it?"

"I-

"What is it sweet heart" Bucky's sincere eyes made your face burn, how could you tell him what you really needed right now was for him to pull his dick out and fuck you until- "Baby?"

"I'm fucking horny Bucky!"

"Is that all princess?" He murmured, his nose bumping against yours. A devilish grin spread across his face, rolling you over and pulling you flush against him. You squeaked when he held you securely while getting up, carrying you both over to the bathroom.

****

"Good girl" He whispered, his cock filling you perfectly from behind while he held you still, nipping your shoulder. The hot water of the shower had eased your cramps away but the ache between your legs only grew stronger. His hands moved to cup both your breasts in his hands, trailing down your body. He started off slow, his cock dragging in and out of you, loving the way your pussy sucked him back in, your greedy walls even more sensitive during this time of the month.

"You're so gorgeous angel" Bucky moaned, his eyes trained on how his hips were snapping against your ass, his hands firmly grabbing onto your hips. He slammed your hips against him to meet his thrusts, wasting no time in building your orgasm already.

"S'good Bucky, don't stop baby, keep-keep going" You cried out as he started to fuck you faster, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. Your moans bounces off the shower walls, making Bucky's cock swell, biting his lip when he felt you clench around him.

"My pretty baby, you're such a good girl for me baby, you know that?" He pulled out of you, turning you around and lifting you so your legs were wrapped around his waist. He filled you again, keeping you pressed against the cold tile wall.

"Don't stop Bucky" You moaned, your eyes locked with his while he gazed down at you, eyes trailing up and down your body.

"Never babydoll, fuck, I love this body, I love this face, I love you"

The overwhelming sensations of pleasure along with everything in overdrive was too much, tears spilling down your cheeks while he continued to grip you tightly against his body. "What's wrong baby?" Bucky cooed, cupping your face while a tear slipped out, his thumb brushing your cheek.

"L-love you"

Bucky kissed your tears away, his hand coming down to press against your abdomen where his cock bulged out. You nearly saw starts when he pressed down more, his blunt tip rubbing right against your g-spot perfectly. Bucky let out a dark chuckle, feeling your vice like grip, you were so close-

"Feel that baby? Does it feel good?" You nodded, moaning loudly in response as he fucked into you faster, chasing his own high so he could cum with you. "I know, m'right there with you sweet heart, go on, cum for me baby, cum"

You came right on his comment, your body convulsing while Bucky groaned, spilling his load into you.

"I love you so much angel"

*****

"Feeling better?"

You floated in and out of sleep in a comfy henley of his, happily wrapped under the covers with him. You nuzzled your face into his chest, breathing in his scent, your body finally relaxed in his hold. He grinned to himself, feather light kisses all over your face while you fell asleep, a content sigh slipping past your lips.

"L-love you"

"I love you

[smallestapplin]

A little idea I've bounced back and forth in my head - Submas bros (separate) comforting their male (or gender neutral) s/o by telling them various facts about trains because they like listening to them talk. They're just holding them and rambling about trains because it makes them feel better.

Bonus points for their Pokemon lending a hand as well.

- Tofu Anon

2 days

Also of course you can! This is adorable. Did I look up actual facts and stories but changed a bit to pokemon? Yes, yes I did.

I went with a male reader!

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⚫️Ingo⚫️

- when he came home and wasn’t greeted, or seeing you in the living room, he knew something was up.

- You always stay up to greet him, but you’re not here. Did you go out?

- Ingo continues taking his shoes off, hanging his coat and hat up before heading towards the bedroom. Where he finds you.

- His frown deepens seeing you curled in bed, you don’t even more, just stay laying away from the door.

- “Dear?” You only hum at his call.

- “Bad day?” His expression softens when you let out a pitiful whine.

- “Oh dearest, I’m sorry.” Ingo walks over to your side of the bed, sitting on the edge as he rubs your back.

- You look so tired, like you had been crying earlier.

- His poor husband.

- “Do you need anything, love?”

- You look up at him, slowly shuffling to curl around him.

- “Can you just talk? Maybe some train stuff?”

- “Of course, let me go get you a drink first.”

- When Ingo came back, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight before him. Seeing Crustle at your bedside, sitting on the floor, Excadrill in your arms, Chandelure hovering over you with Klinklang, and Haxorus sitting beside Crustle with her head resting on your side.

- His Pokémon adore you, and it’s so cute to see.

- “Alright, move over, those arms are my spot.”

- You chuckle weakly at your beloved words, and as Excadrill huffs and moves behind you, cuddling against your back.

- Ingo sets the glass of water at your bedside table, before crawling into his side of the bed and pressing you against his chest.

- “Did you know that when trains were first made, it lost a race to a Rapidash? The company who made them didn’t want to rely on horse drawn trains, so on August twenty-eighth 1830, the engine for said train was under going testing. A horse drawn train pulled up during the tests, and challenged Cooper to a race.”

- You snort, making him perk up at your joy.

- “Really? It lost?”

- “Yes! And even though the engine powered train lost, the executives were impressed with it, and converted their fledgling railroad to steam.”

- You two laid there for hours as Ingo rambled off as many facts as he could. From the start of trains to modern day.

- He didn’t realize you had snuggled into his chest and fell asleep.

- Only noticing when you sleepily hum, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

- Ingo looks around, seeing all his Pokémon were asleep too.

- He’s happy he relaxed you enough, you need this.

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⚪️Emmet⚪️

- When Emmet walks through the door and isn’t hugged, he’s instantly on alert. Work was fine, and he was excited to come back to you.

- But his hubby isn’t here to greet him! That makes him sad. The smiling man is quick to look for you, barely tossing his hat, coat, and shoes off before running off to find you.

- He finds you in bed, in nothing but your boxers laying on your stomach, hiding your face into your pillow.

- “Darrrliiiiing.” He knows you’re awake, but you barely move, only moving your head to the side.

- His pale silver eyes locking with you tired sad ones.

- Emmet is quick to be at your side. He cups your face, cooing softly at you and smothering your face with kisses.

- “My sweet love! Give me a moment.”

- Emmet quickly swaps into pajamas, ignoring the sounds of his pokemon in the background.

- He comes back. You’re laying on your back now, the exhaustion clear on your face.

- Emmet crawls into bed, careful to avoid stepping on Archeops and Eelektross, who are curled on either side of you. Emmet lays on top of you, head on your chest while he places a few kisses to your pecs.

- Galvantula comes out of her nest and lays on Emmet’s back, and Durant sleeps at the foot of the bed.

- “You look to have had a verrry bad day.”

- “Thanks babe.”

- His lips twitch, pouting at your hoarse tired voice.

- You sigh as Emmet nuzzles his cheek against you. You wrap your arms around his upper back, careful to not bother Galvantula.

- “Can you just talk to me?”

- You sound so small.

- “I am Emmet! And I’d love to!”

- You glance down, feeling your husband raise his head.

- “Have you ever heard how tamper proof valves were made?”

- You pause for a moment, “I don’t think you’ve told me that one.”

- His smiles brightly, resting his chin on the center of your chest.

- “The best friend of Anville town! The fireman, who was in charge of the boiler of the steam locomotive, got annoyed by the boilers whistling, so he tied down the valve so it would stop. this was common and a common cause of boiler bursts until a tamper-proof safety valve were made. And even some accounts say he sat on the valve to keep it shut, so the pressure in the boiler became too much and it exploded. The result is now why we have safety!”

- You hum, running your fingers through your lovers silver hair.

- “Do you have any more?”

- Emmet’s eyes shimmer in excitement.

- “I always do!”

- You lay there cuddling, while his Pokémon surround you both, as he tells you how safety protocols came to be.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Weekend adventures - Poison Ivy x M!Reader

You and Ivy had been "borrowing" a penthouse for the weekend whose actual owners were out of town for business.

This certainly wasn't the first time either as you regularly scoped out the homes of Gotham's wealthiest and took full advantage of their frequent travels.

The two of you always made sure to leave the places how you found it so as to not tip off the residents who would then contact GCPD starting an investigation on the string of break ins or worse, get Batman involved.

However, being that rich people have no real sense of their belongings they never really noticed when an expensive bottle of wine or last season's coats went missing.

You spent the weekend pampering yourselves, Ivy found a plush bathrobe that fit her just right that she planned on taking with her before you left, it's not as if it would be missed amongst the two dozen other robes the woman hoarded in the closet.

In the master bathroom was a huge bathtub that you had been itching to use and since it was your final night before its owners returned it was your last chance to take it for a spin.

You drew a bath while Ivy was napping in the king sized bed post a decadent breakfast you ordered in that morning using a credit card you stole from some guy off the street the other day.

When she awoke she heard the water running, sauntering into the bathroom to investigate.

"Whatcha doing there lover boy?" She asks.

"I found all this fancy bath stuff in the cabinets thought we'd enjoy our last day in paradise," you tell her.

She's standing there in the robe she hasn't taken off in three days and she looks as beautiful as ever.

You turn the water off and stand up, removing your clothes and stepping into the tub, bubbles falling over the side.

Ivy smiles and lets the robe fall to the floor revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

She joins you in the tub, her back pressed against your front.

"I must be the luckiest man in the world," you say kissing her neck and wrapping your arms around her waist, "to be in this gorgeous penthouse with such a gorgeous woman by my side."

"You don't need to sweet talk me Y/N, I'm already naked," she teases.

"You know I always mean every word."

You relax for a while, enjoying each other's company and the luxurious bathtub though with your cock pressing into her back Ivy is getting turned on and feeling like spicing things up.

She takes your hand and guides it down her stomach until you reach her center.

Ivy moans when you cup her, arching her chest above the water, covered in bubbles.

You toy with her clit, gently rubbing it before plunging two fingers inside her.

Her head is thrown back into your shoulder letting you nip at her neck while your fingers curl upwards to hit her g spot with every pump.

With your free hand you play with her breasts, Ivy gasping and groaning when you bring her to her first orgasm.

She is nowhere near satisfied and turns around in the tub, splashing water everywhere as she sits in your lap.

"God you're so hot," you say as she grinds her center down into your hard cock.

"If I had a dollar for every time I've been told that I'd be a very rich woman," she laughs.

"Maybe then we wouldn't have to spend our weekends breaking into real rich people's penthouses," you chuckle.

"Well then life would just be boring," she says kissing you, "nothing makes me happier than having an adventure with you."

"I swear I'm gonna marry you someday," you tell her, guiding your cock inside her.

"You promise to add in your vows that I didn't use any of my aphrodisiacs to make you love me?" She giggles, slowly bouncing up and down.

"Even if you did I wouldn't care," you laugh, "I'd shout it from every rooftop in Gotham that I'm so deeply madly in love with Pamela Isley."

Hearing you say that causes another wave of arousal to hit her and she's making sounds of pleasure you never even heard from her before.

The floor is soaked with all the water falling over the side of the tub while she rides you but she just keeps moving.

Her chest is now at face level so you flick over one of her nipples with your tongue, the taste of cherry blossom soap on her skin.

She moans, moving faster and faster in your lap so you wrap your lips around her nipple sucking on it and playing with it.

Every so often you alternate between her breasts giving them equal attention and Ivy is so close to the edge.

Ivy moans your name when she cums again, riding you through her orgasm.

She continues to rock her hips until you cum, giving her multiple aftershocks as you fill her up.

Her body stills and you bask in the moment together, breathing in sync and looking into each other's eyes.

"I love you so damn much Ivy," you tell her.

"I love you too Y/N," she smiles before kissing you passionately.

[writingsofwesteros]

Requests!

Stev x Robyn x Tywin!!

They get her drunk at a party where she's going as Joffrey's plus one.

She tells Joff she's just gonna rest and goes up. Stev and Tywin get into her bed and Stev has her eat pussy while Tywin rails her from behind

Poor girl is so used up and fucked into headspace.

When she returns to Joffrey, she seems even more drunk than before lol

AN: Hi, I hope you like it

NSFW

Robyn could hardly focus; the whispers moving around her as she hummed against the soft sheets in front of her. “Oh, she’s such a little kitten.” Stev’s voice whispered out into the room. The door falling shut had Robyn lifting her head up for only a moment. A moan escaped her as she tried to move. A larger hand pushed her back down from behind.

Stev’s giggles only echoed around the room once more as she whimpered out. Of course, she was not alone, Robyn thought to herself. “She really should be careful - anything could happen.” Tywin darkly purred down at her as his hands slowly pushed the bright red dress up and over her hips. Her bare arse on display that he couldn’t help but slap.

Robyn softly gasped out; eyes flashing over as Stev gracefully moved onto the bed. Her body is completely bare. A soft gulp escaped her as Tywin chuckled some more. His larger hand had gently cupped her soaked pussy. “Is this for us?” He purred whilst brushing his thumb over her clit that had her jolting.

Stev’s hands gently brushed down her hair as she slowly moved into position; her legs falling apart for Robyn to be in between. “Good girl, you’ll be our good girl?” She whispered to Robyn who began to whimper and wiggle some more. “Oh, it seems she needs something, my love.” Stev purred over to Tywin.

Tywin only hummed; his hand was slowly fisting his fat, leaking cock. “What would young Joffrey think of this?” Stev continued to taunt. A soft blush came over Robyn’s face but this was all her fault. She had started this, she thought to herself as Stev slowly began to guide her closer to her glistening pussy. Robyn could feel her mouth watering.

“Good girl.” Stev whispered out once more as Robyn’s hot mouth was soon capturing her sweet, sensitive clit. Her tongue brushed over her as she began to suck; Stev’s wetness flooded her mouth with ease as the woman’s head fell back. Tywin could only moan; the fat, mushroom head of his cock now leaking at the sight in front of him.

Robyn began to moan; the vibrations brushing over Stev as her hold in those red locks began to tighten some more. Stev moaned out sweetly and Tywin couldn’t stop himself now. He began to push against Robyn’s sweet, creamy pussy and in one thrust he completely bottomed. Stev kept Robyn’s head against her as the girl tried to lean away.

Robyn reached for the sheets and clutched at them as Tywin began to thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other echoed around. Thankfully, the music from the party down below muffled them and the moans. The wet squelching of her soaked pussy had Robyn blushing as her tongue slipped inside Stev.

Stev gasped out; her own eyes rolling back as she began to rock against sweet Robyn’s face. Her stomach was already tightening in pleasure as she watched her husband take the young girl. “That’s it..so good for us.” She whispered out the praises as Robyn continued to moan against her, sucking her clit some more.

Tywin grabbed at Robyn’s hips as his head fell back. Her sweet, soaked pussy was fluttering around him as he moaned out. Her soft, sweet breasts bounced as she moved back and forth. Her tongue fucking his wife’s creamy pussy as she moved. Oh yes, she was made for them it seemed. A dark smirk tugged on his lips.

His hand reached for her arse and began to palm her whilst he looked down. A ring of cream formed around his fat cock as she shook against him. “Taking me so well.” He purred before pushing her back down once more and angling his cock. His fat head was soon bullying against her spongy spot that had her crying. 

Robyn’s toes curled in pleasure as she looked up at Stev. She was so beautiful, Robyn thought to herself as she moaned against her still. Her tongue began to kitten lick her clit before harshly sucking on her. Her face was drenched with Stev’s wetness as she only feasted some more. A moment later, Stev looked down to her little wolf.

Her fingers brushed her cheek now as she bounced back and forth on Tywin’s cock. Robyn was in such a daze of pleasure and alcohol; she was nearly drooling. The sight alone nearly pushed Stev over the edge before she took control and pushed Robyn’s head against her. Stev began to ride her face now without care.

Robyn couldn’t take it any longer. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned against her some more. The thought of her nearly father in law pounding into her pushed Robyn over the edge. She was squirting around his fat cock before she knew it. His dark chuckle echoed around the room as he slapped her arse once more.

Stev moaned out their names. “Oh fuck..that’s it..yes,” She was loud and could be as those locks of hers moved over the bed. Tywin’s hand moved into Robyn’s locks and pushed her against Stev’s soaked, twitching pussy. Her nose brushed against her clit as Stev began to shake. The sight had his own stomach tightening.

He leaned closer; his chest brushing against her back and his fat cock slipped deeper. His dark chuckle echoed in Robyn’s ear as she gasped out; her legs collapsing now as he took her completely. His thrusts were soon becoming sloppy as Stev’s moans of pleasure were like music to his ear and were only becoming louder.

Only a couple more licks of Robyn’s tongue was enough to push her over the edge. She was soon squirting onto her face. Tywin only moaned and brought Robyn against his chest now as his thrust continued. He leaned and passionately captured her soft lips. She was so soft against him; her mind completely gone.

Stev hummed as her hand slowly moved between her legs. She was only becoming more aroused at the sight in front of her. Her other hand slowly moved towards her ample breast and began to palm at herself. She teased her own pebbled nipples as Tywin moaned out. His hold on Robyn only tightened as he finally came.

Robyn’s legs continued to shake as his cum flooded her. Soft hiccups of pleasure escaped the young girl as her whimpers echoed around. His larger hands slowly moved up and down her sides as she began to calm down. Her heart was still pounding in her ears as she whimpered out; her head falling back against Tywin.

“Hmm, you will have to go back to the party, sweet love.” Stev purred as she watched Robyn try and break through her sub headspace. It was delicious, she thought to herself with a growing smirk coming across her face. Tywin more gently than usual slowly moved from her soaked pussy that still clamped around him.

He slapped her arse once more before gracefully moving from the bed. The old lion proudly stretches; his smirk still in place. Stev cuddled against Robyn and began to purr into her ear as the sweet love shivered against her. Their legs tangled together for a moment or two as she whispered sweet nothings to Robyn who yawned.

Stev gently stroked up and down her back with a soft smile on her face. “You will have to go soon, hmm?” She whispered. Robyn only hummed; nuzzling into her neck some more as she hotly began to mouth at her. Stev gently cupped Robyn’s face and leaned in; their noses brushed together before their soft lips met.

[rosenallies]

Oh i'm back on the phone sex train after that! Thank you so much for writing it! Maybe a prompt for the future, what about one of Rosés sisters (preferably goona, since she doesn't have much backstory yet) visiting them in Chicago for the first time (maybe she's there for work or something) and she really bonds with nali? Something like that could be cute i think?

aw miss goona <3 tbh bc I’m a daydreamer and this au has been around for forever on this blog and I zone out while doing day to day tasks everyone in this au has such a deep backstory that just lives in my head and has never been said on here at all <3 even the girlies themselves <3 sorry this is a bit short and sweet but yeah <3 ty for keeping phone sex au alive and well <3

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Rosé bounced on her heels excitedly, her green eyes sparkling as people filed into the baggage claim area, her eyes scanning for her younger sister that she hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. After months and months of begging and poor planning on both their parts, Rosé finally convinced her to come out to Chicago to visit and this time they both followed through with the plans.

“I’ve never seen you so excited,” Denali remarked, watching with amusement at her partner’s excitement.

“I miss her,” Rosé sighed, continuing to scan the crowd.

Since moving to Chicago just over five years ago now, Rosé had been back and forth a couple times to visit their youngest sister and her wife and kids, but since Lagoona divorced her husband she’d been traveling nonstop, doing all the things that she felt like she couldn’t do when she got married fresh out of high school. To say Rosé was excited just to see her would be an understatement but she was also incredibly excited to introduce her sister to Denali who’d become such a huge part of her life, it felt incomplete knowing that two of her favorite people in the world didn’t know each other.

Finally, out of the corner of her eye, Rosé spotted her.

“Lagoona!” She called, waving frantically toward her until she noticed, a wide smile spread across her face as she hurried to her sister, pulling her against her chest when she got there.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Rosé sniffled, suddenly overcome with emotion.

“Are you crying? My heartless big sister crying? Can’t be,” Lagoona joked, “you’re getting soft in your old age, huh?”

Rosé laughed, wiping her eyes. “I must be. You have her to thank for that,” she said, gesturing to Denali beside her, “this is-“

“Denali, I know,” Lagoona chuckled, pulling the shorter brunette in for a quick hug, “every phone call we’ve had for years has been ‘Denali this’ and ‘Denali that’. It’s so good to finally meet you, though. My sister really loves you.”

Denali felt herself flush. “It’s good to meet you too,” her voice dropped to a shy whisper, “I really love her too.”

“Oh, baby,” Rosé cooed, kissing her head, “I love you the most. But let’s head home before I make my sister sick.”

Conversation on the drive home flowed nicely, Lagoona spoke of her travels and the people she met along the way while Rosé chimed in with little tidbits about their life in Chicago, making Denali smile to herself from the backseat.

Once they got home, Rosé helped settle Lagoona into the guest bedroom before she started on dinner, asking multiple times before she left for the kitchen if either of them needed anything. Denali and Lagoona seemingly silently bonded as Rosé doted over them both, sharing a look every time she insisted she get Denali water or Lagoona a snack.

“She’s always been a people pleaser,” Lagoona laughed as the redhead disappeared into the kitchen, “always taking care of everyone else before herself.”

Denali smiled. “So that hasn’t changed at all then.”

“Not one bit,” Lagoona shook her head affectionately, “so tell me about you, Denali, besides the fact that you’ve somehow softened my sister into a pile of lovey mush.”

Feeling at ease with Lagoona felt easy for Denali who usually dreaded conversations like this, but Lagoona was so easy to talk to and she seemed genuinely interested in what Denali had to say despite them meeting officially only a few hours prior. From what Rosé has told Denali of her parents, she briefly wonders how people like that managed to raise three incredible daughters, every one of them a gem in their own way.

By the time Rosé announced dinner was ready, Denali felt like she’d been catching up with someone she’d known for forever.

Just before they entered the kitchen, Lagoona placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I can tell even if you weren’t the love of my sister’s life, we’d be great friends.”

Denali smiled. “I think so too.”

[rebelfell]

The Third Date

Eddie Munson x Anorgasmic!Reader

It’s finally the night of your date with Eddie and everything is gonna be fine. Great. Fine and great. Right?

Part One. Part Two.

cw: childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining, making out, fingering, sexual anxiety/panic attack, discussion of difficulty climaxing, eddie being sweet and reassuring, fluffy ending.

I was kinda in my feelings and needed Eddie to tell me all the right things. Sue me. 18+, MDNI 6k

You’ve barely finished knocking on the bright red door to Eddie’s when it swings open to reveal him grinning back at you. He ushers you inside, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet as he shows you around his place.

It’s a small apartment, but for two young guys living together it’s surprisingly tidy and well furnished. That must be Steve’s influence, you muse, noting the plushness of the sofa and an overstuffed armchair. Shelves piled with books and board games sit off to the side and next to the screen door is a plant that could do with a little water, but ultimately is surviving fine. It’s bordering on cozy in here, cast in the glow of a couple lamps and a candle flickering on the coffee table. The warm, sweet smell of some nonspecific baked goods filling the room.

“So, this is my castle,” Eddie says, bowing slightly and brandishing his arms.

“I like it,” you nod as you glance around. “It’s not quite what I expected.”

“What? You were thinking empty liquor bottles, a couple camp chairs, a half dozen posters of babes in bikinis?” He quirks his brow at you, seemingly reading your mind.

“That may be exactly what I was picturing,” you reply with a knowing smirk. “Though it is you, so maybe a dragon in a bikini instead?”

He laughs at that and bobs his head a few times in agreement as his eyes drift to the overnight bag you’re clutching. “Here, let me put that in my room for you,” he says with a sweet smile.

You hand it over and your eyes follow him as he heads down the hall. He pushes open the door at the very end and you catch a glimpse of his old Corroded Coffin banner hanging on the wall that brings a smile to your face. Below it is his bed, nicely made up with a navy duvet.

Just the sight of it makes your heart race and every thought falls right out of your head.

When he re-emerges from the room, you realize he’s been talking to you and you have to force yourself to focus on his voice rather than your deep contemplation of his sheets.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered dinner already,” he says. “There’s this Thai place that’s seriously incredible, but it takes a while to deliver, so I wanted to be sure it got here on time.”

“That sounds great,” you say, still milling about to take in the rest of Eddie’s place.

He rattles off all the dishes he ordered, each one sounding better than the last, and you pause by the fireplace. A row of knick knacks interspersed with framed photos sit on the mantle. Some are his figures from Hellfire and you delicately touch a fingertip to the top of each one until you reach a photo in a frame made from popsicle sticks.

It’s a picture of you and him—one of the few in existence. You think you must be six or seven based on his buzzed haircut and your braces. Instinctively, you run your tongue over the front of your teeth, almost expecting to feel the thick metal wires there. Eddie moves silently to stand at your side and peers over your shoulder at the picture now held in your hand.

The two of you are at Forest Hills, sitting on top of the dome climber across from he and Wayne’s trailer. You must have spent all summer on that thing, pretending it was a deserted island where you’d been marooned after refusing to marry the merchant sailor your evil father had betrothed you to. The picnic table nearby played the role of Eddie’s pirate ship where he spotted you climbing to the top of the island’s mountain to signal for help. He would oblige, rowing an imaginary smaller boat to your island and bravely scaling the mountainside to sit beside you at the top. He offered you passage on his ship as a member of his crew, assuring you it would be hard work but that your new life would be filled with riches like the freedom to sail the seas and explore worlds unknown you could not even imagine.

Wayne must have interrupted your epic play to snap this photo. Eddie is in his signature pose. He’s got his hands raised to the sides of his head, fingers pointed to resemble horns and his tongue flicked out with his eyes wide and wild. You’re not even looking at the camera, enamored gaze unable to tear away from him.

“It’s like you had a crush on me or something,” Eddie says teasingly.

“Yeah, clearly I wasn’t hiding it as well as I thought I was.” 

You chuckle, but Eddie’s brow furrows and his voice loses that playful edge as he dips into pensiveness. He takes the frame from you and carefully places it back on the mantle.

“Did you really?” he asks. “Did you really like me all that time and I was too stupid to know?”

The question catches you off guard. You’d sort of just assumed he had to know that was the case, given how things had progressed between you, seemingly overnight. Well, overnight plus five years. It's the first time you’ve stopped to question what had inspired his pursuit.

“I’m not sure,” you say slowly. “At the time, I don’t think I knew the difference between how much I liked having you as my friend and how much I liked you. Eventually, I figured it out.”

You pause, summoning the strength to ask the question you’re dying to know. The one you’ve been wanting to ask practically your whole life.

“Did you ever think of me like that? I mean…before now?”

Sadness flickers in Eddie’s deep brown eyes and he takes a steadying breath. He moves into you, slipping his arms around your waist and holding you by the small of your back. You feel yourself tremble as he tucks his chin down and gently rests his forehead against your own. 

“All the fucking time,” he whispers. “I liked you so much, but I…I couldn’t imagine you’d ever want me back. I guess I was too scared to find out.”

“Oh, Eddie,” you sigh mournfully. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” he mutters. “Trailer park loser. Criminal. Freak. Who would want me?”

You shake your head at his disparaging words and overwrite them with your own. “Honest. Fearless. Kind. Trustworthy. Genius.”

A bashful smile spreads across Eddie’s face and he tries to look away, but you surprise yourself with your own boldness as your hand comes up to catch his face and turn it back towards you.

“I wanted you,” you confess softly. “I always have.”

He leans in and captures your lips with his. It steals every speck of breath from your lungs and you think you could fly apart into a million pieces if it wasn’t for his hands gripping your waist. It feels like the kiss goes on forever and yet it’s not nearly long enough. You instantly miss the feeling of his mouth when he pulls away, but he keeps his face close to yours.

“Sorry I wasted so much time,” Eddie whispers. “We could have been doing this all along.”

When dinner arrives, you guffaw at the array of food before you. It seems entirely possible he just ordered one of everything on the menu. You dutifully sample a little of each dish and have to resist stuffing your face full after one mouthful of this roasted duck Eddie asserted was the best thing they made. Delicious as it is, your nerves have made your stomach too jumpy to eat much and before long you’re helping Eddie box up the absurd amount of leftovers. 

Guilt pangs in your chest thinking how much he must have spent, but Eddie chatters excitedly about how it only gets better the longer the flavors have to sit and meld together.

“Are you sure?” you ask, handing him the last container.

“Absolutely,” he says as he pushes the fridge closed. “You can take some home with you, too.”

His hand finds the small of your back as you walk back into the living room. His touch is gentle and reassuring as you head to the couch, but it does little to quell your nerves.

“How about a movie?” he asks. “Steve brings home a bunch of different stuff. We’ve got some horror, some comedy…”

There’s a knot in your stomach as he bends in front of their entertainment center, rifling through the rentals piled up next to their VCR. The lingerie under your clothes rubs raw against your skin as you shift in your seat on the couch, threatening you with the stinging humiliation of wearing it all night long only to never be seen.

What if he’s changed his mind? What if he doesn’t want to anymore? What if he thinks you don’t want to? Is there some signal you should be giving him? Some move you should be making? Ears now ringing, you clear your throat and he glances back at you over his shoulder.

“Maybe later?” you say softly.

Eddie smiles and nods in agreement before returning to his spot on the couch. He sinks down next to you and lays his arm across the back of the cushions. His eyes stay fixed on your face, taking in every inch. It makes your breath catch as you study him back, his features as mesmerizing as always.

You hurl yourself at him, realizing just a second too late his head is dipping down to kiss you at the same time. His face knocks against yours and you wince as you pull back, a dull aching where his chin connected with your cheek.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mutter frantically. “I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he laughs. “No permanent damage.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely,” he says, his head tilting to the side. 

He reaches out a hand and cups it against the side of your face, his thumb stroking your jaw. You have to resist the urge to ask again if he’s sure, he’s sure. You know you ask it too often. It’s not even conscious at this point, it just comes out. Are you sure? Are you sure?

“Hey…are you okay?” he asks. “You’re shaking.”

“Yeah, I-I’m sorry,” you stammer out your response, heart still pounding in your chest. “I don’t know, I thought maybe I was supposed to like…make a move.”

Eddie’s brows raise and smiles impishly. “What kind of move?”

“Like a…a hook up move.”

Eddie chuckles, his dimples deepening in his cheeks as he scoots closer and leans in so close you can feel the warmth coming off his skin and smell the light, fresh scent of his aftershave.

“How about you let me worry about the moves?”

You inhale sharply, his words zinging straight to your core and making you squirm in your seat from the need to be closer to him. His eyes flit down to see your thighs pressing together and a knowing smile curls up the corners of his mouth. His beautiful, perfect mouth…

He helps you climb onto his lap and wraps his arms tight around your waist, squeezing you against him. He stares up at you, the tip of his nose bumping against the bridge of yours and then mashing into the softness of your cheek as his lips cover your own.

The kiss ignites everything inside of you. Years and years of built up feelings for the boy beneath you begin to smolder—a pile of kindling finally stoked into a flame. 

Experimentally, you shift your hips and begin to rock back and forth in a slow, deep grind. You can feel the effect you have on him in his stilted breath and the prodding of the hardness growing in his jeans. He kisses his way along your jaw and when his lips ghost over a sensitive spot on your neck just behind your ear, you give an involuntary thrust forward.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, tightening his already firm grip on you. “Do that again…”

You oblige him happily. Enthralled by the need in his voice and spurred by his gritty tone, you grind down on him again and squeeze your thighs around his hips. A strained gasp bursts from his lips and he fumbles to grip the back of your neck and hold your mouth against his.

He’s wearing another button up tonight, dark hunter green this time that sets off the rich brown hue of his eyes. Your fingers find the hem of his shirt and begin to unbutton it from the bottom, revealing inch by inch the clingy white tank underneath. It does little to nothing to conceal the solid muscled form of his chest and it makes your heart pound imagining it bare. But sitting down, there was still that soft roundness to his belly you’d always liked. It made you want to scratch him like he was a stray mutt from the junkyard, scraggly and carefree.

When the last button is pulled open, you help him shrug off his shirt, revealing corded arm muscles that twitch and flex as he reaches out to wrap you back up in his arms.

“God, Eddie, I need you—please.” 

Your voice is plaintive and desperate in a way it’s never been before. He groans into your neck and you feel your hips take on a life of their own. The seam of your jeans catches perfectly on your clit and the feeling makes you rock harder, sliding back and forth on his lap and despising every single layer of clothing separating you.

“Hang on, hang on,” he pants, breathless as he sits up and slips his hands up your back to hold you in place. A chill runs down your spine and you sit back on his thighs, body going rigid.

“What is it? D-did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” he laughs, his pale cheeks tinging pink with embarrassment. “But if you keep that up, I’m gonna come in my fucking jeans.”

Heat rises in your own face, his words filling you with a mix of excitement and shyness. And you know he has to be able to feel how it causes you to flutter. He smooths his hands firmly up and down your back, bringing one of them up to the nape of your neck and beginning to massage your hairline with his fingertips.

“How about we…slow down a little?” he asks, his voice gentle but still husky with need. 

You nod wordlessly and let your eyelids drift closed, rolling your head into his strong fingers as they continue rubbing your neck. Shivers ripple down your back and your mouth falls open with relief when he finds a knot in your shoulder and presses down on it. A heavy, resonating moan releases from deep in your chest and you immediately stiffen.

Panicking at the realization the practically pornographic sound you just heard came out of you, you slap your palm over your mouth and stare wide-eyed at Eddie. He just smiles.

“Don’t hide it, sweetheart,” he hums. “I wanna hear you.”

He pulls your hand from your mouth, bringing it to his own instead. Warm lips and hot breath caress your fingers and the pad of your thumb brushes over the impossibly soft skin of his lip. You tug it down gently, letting it spring back up.

“Your moans are so pretty,” he sighs. “Will you make some more for me?”

The words are lilting like he’s writing lyrics for a song. He looks up at you with those pleading eyes and you bury yourself in the crook of his neck, hiding your face in his curls. His lips and teeth nip at the skin behind your ear, causing you to release breathy sighs and moans just for him. He shivers beneath you and the evidence of his pleasure throbs, unable to be ignored. 

Your mouth seeks his blindly, messily, desperately. Your own hands slide up his chest and around the back of his neck, raking your fingers into his curls until the heels of your palms meet the base of his skull. Firmly and slowly gripping the hair close to his scalp, you guide him deeper into the kiss. He moans into your mouth and relaxes his whole body, giving you the control to put him exactly where you want him.

So much for slowing down, you think.

His hips suddenly jerk upwards, lifting you with him, and you moan again. It’s not as loud as before, but its enough to make your lips break from his. It all feels too good, too overwhelming. The anticipation is killing you now. You’ve spent your whole life waiting, you can’t waste another second. It’s time. It has to be. It’s now or never.

“Can I, um…freshen up?”

Eddie looks up at you with a dreamy expression, his eyes a little glazed and pink lips puffy from kissing. He nods down the hall to the door adjacent to his bedroom, his eyes never leaving you as you slip off his lap.

You don’t enter the bathroom, though. 

Instead you push open the door to Eddie’s room and slip inside, leaving it just ajar enough to spark his curiosity. You place yourself at the end of his bed to wait for him, half sitting up leaning back on your elbows. The mattress dips as you sink into the softness—a far cry from the lumpy thing he slept on in Wayne’s trailer. Your heart races hearing the soft clinking of his belt as he comes down the hall and pushes the door fully open. 

He leans against the frame and smiles.

Eddie looks at you like a kid on Christmas Eve—not feral and wide-eyed like he’s ready to tear through a mountain of presents in an early morning frenzy, but serene and reverent like he’s looking at the tree bathed in the soft glow of twinkle lights strung on its branches.

“Hi,” he whispers.

You smile and tuck your bottom lip behind your teeth. “Hi…”

He gently pushes the door closed behind him and moves towards you where you sit on the bed. But rather than climbing onto the mattress, he sinks to his knees on the floor in front of you and rests his hands on the tops of your thighs. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, voice still hushed like he’s afraid this is a dream and you’ll twist into smoke if he speaks too loudly. 

You nod back at him. “Me too.” 

His hands move steadily up your thighs to your waist and he gathers your blouse to lift it gently over your head. Lit only by the lamp on his bedside table, the blue of your bra looks even more like the night sky and the light catches on the silvery threads, making the stars sparkle. Your whole body shivers with excitement as he takes you in, his eyes drawn to the swell of your breasts and your nipples standing rigid, pushing out from behind the unlined mesh.

“Fuck…”

His voice is soft. So soft, you think he might not even realize he spoke out loud. You smirk at him, a little disbelieving even as he sounds genuinely awestruck. His eyes dart back up to yours and he grins, chuckling with mirth at his own reaction.

“Sorry,” he says. “I just…you’re so…god, you’re gorgeous.”

Eyes falling to your breasts again, he reaches out to cup them gently and lets his thumbs brush over their stiff peaks. You hum softly at the feeling of him flicking your nipples with calloused pads worn that way from years of guitar playing. With a soft kiss, he continues on—his hands reluctant to leave them, but eager to touch you more places. 

He slides them downward, relishing every inch of the curve of your waist until he finds the top of your jeans. “Do you want these off?” he asks, voice wavering slightly. 

Your own breath is getting uneven itself as the beginning flames of nerves start to flicker and nip at your ankles. Eddie’s eyes parse your reaction, but you divert his attention by unbuttoning your fly and helping him shift your pants over your hips and down your legs. He tugs them off until they sit in a heap on the floor and he can take you in fully, the reveal of your matching set clearlying having the desired effect.

“Wow…” He stares, eyes soft with awe. His strong hand flexes to extend his fingers and he reaches out to gently stroke the navy material. “I like this a lot,” he says.

“That’s good,” you say, peering at him shyly. “I got it for you.”

His eyes light up at that, brows raising in disbelief. Not that he thinks you’re lying, but that he can’t possibly fathom how he got this lucky.

“Seriously?” he breathes. “No one’s ever…”

He clears his throat, trying to choke back the incoherent stream of words threatening to spill out of his mouth. And his mind scrambles to say something that doesn’t sound completely idiodic. He feels like a caveman seeing fire for the first time and trying to think of a word for it.

He’s just so fucking happy.

Cupping your face tenderly in his hands, thumbs brushing the apples of your cheeks, he gazes deep into your eyes. “You’re so special to me,” he says. “I want to be sure I do this right.”

“So far so good,” you whisper.

He’s left his button down in the living room, leaving him stripped down to only his white singlet. The muscles in his shoulders ripple as he lifts his arms and you whisk off his tank to unveil his bare chest. A couple new tattoos catch your eye. A black widow spider now sits over the demon head on his left pec, just beneath his collarbone. There’s a sword etched into his ribs and as you follow the point down, you spot two pale nicotine patches in the usual spot on his hip.

It makes your heart swell thinking of how he’d explained it that night you played pool. For when I’m really nervous, he’d said. It still seemed so silly that you could make him nervous. 

“Can I kiss you more?” he asks.

You nod and close your eyes to wait for the feeling of his mouth on yours, only to gasp softly when he goes to your neck instead. His lips vibrate with a gentle groan as he kisses down the column of your throat, sucking at it lightly and listening to how it causes your breath to hitch when he finds a particularly sensitive spot. Shivers cascade down your back as he continues on his path, kissing over the mounds of your chest, down your belly, nudging your legs apart.

“Eddie, you don’t have to—ohhh…”

His mouth trails over your hip and they flex upwards, seeking more. He smooths his hands over your legs and every inch of your skin he touches buzzes with anticipation.

“Please, sweetheart?” he says, baring his teeth in a sinful smile from between your thighs. “Been dreaming about this so long…I just want to make you feel good.”

His lips ghost over your heat, the tip of his nose brushing against your sensitive button through the thin barrier of your underwear. Your breath hitches in your throat as he starts to slowly nod his head, giving a preview of the motions he’s dying to use on you. Warm, broad palms coast over your hips and ringed fingers curl around the elastic band circling your waist.

“Can I take these off?” he asks. “I want to see you.”

You hum a noise of approval, so dizzy with need you can’t even form a real word. He glides your panties down your legs, nails raking over your skin all the way down to your ankles. Fighting the urge to cringe at how exposed you feel, you bring your focus back to Eddie—back to his eyes and the way they drink you in. The tip of his tongue ekes out between his lips to wet them and he turns his head to make a path of delicate kisses along the inside of your calf.

You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay, you chant internally. God, you want this so much.

Excitement pools in your belly and the feeling mixes with your nerves into a lethal cocktail. As he kisses up one leg, your other begins to tremble against his ear. You feel as though you’re about to float away and drift untethered into the ether.

“Eddie?”

His kisses pause at your knee joint and he looks up at you. “Yes, princess?”

“I…I need you closer,” you admit meekly.

He obliges instantly and slides up onto the bed, cradling your body against his. The hardness in his jeans prods against your side and you almost black out thinking how he could be inside you any minute now. Except Eddie seems perfectly content taking his time. 

He skims his fingers from your navel up your sternum, relishing every quiver of your body. His touch follows the graceful lines of your collarbone and neck up to your jaw. With his other arm under you, head resting securely in the crook of his elbow, he traces more of your outline. 

At last he begins his descent, teasingly light touch weaving back and forth across your tummy in swirling patterns down to your mound. He tenderly spreads you apart and strokes your center, fingertips brushing ever so gently over your clit. His eyes stay fixed on your face as he applies more pressure, seeking your reaction.

“That feel good?” he asks, his breath warm on your cheek.

“Yes,” you gasp softly. “Keep going.”

With a little more intention, he dips a finger into your entrance and his chest rumbles with a moan. “You’re so wet,” he whispers. “Is that all for me?”

You can’t answer, your eyes falling closed and your head tipping back—almost wanting to cry because it feels so good in a way it never has. He slides further inside, gently massaging your warm, wet walls. With his thumb pressing on your clit in time with his thrusts, he adds another finger, stretching you open further. Your pussy positively blooms for him, enveloping his fingers and taking him in eagerly.

“Oh, god, Eddie…”

“That’s it, beautiful,” he husks, his digits expertly curling inside of you as his thumb swirls outside. He lowers his voice further, a heated whisper in your ear. “I wanna hear you come…”

His voice sends a jolt straight to your core, but the words cause your mind and body to diverge. You try to stay present. You try not to dwell on it, but his statement echoes. It fills your head and ricochets around the inside of your skull, taking over everything. That’s when you feel it.

Suddenly, it doesn’t matter what he’s doing down there or how good it felt just moments ago. That rigidness you know all too well permeates your body and stills everything—a boulder at the bottom of a frozen lake kind of stillness. You can’t believe you let this happen. You can’t believe you’re ruining this. You can’t believe how stupid you were for thinking it would be any different. Your heart races, pounding like a battering ram behind your ribcage like it’s trying to burst out. 

“Eddie,” you croak. “Eddie, stop!”

He pulls back immediately, his eyes round with concern at the sudden panicked tone in your voice. He stares at you, his own expression descending into remorse.

“Shit, shit, I’m sorry,” he says. “Does it…did it not feel good?”

“No, no, it—I mean, yes, it did, I just…”

Your chest gets unbearably tight, the pressure crushing your windpipe. You try to inhale, but it feels more like sucking air through a pinhole. You sit up, hands fumbling for the sheets to cover yourself. Your whole body is on fire. Blistering, burning, searing pain replacing every speck of the pleasure you’d been feeling. And Eddie…poor Eddie is looking at you like he’s about to cry.

“Hey,” he soothes, timidly reaching to touch your knee. “Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know,” you gasp, still struggling to get air and failing. “I-I-I feel…”

“It’s alright,” he says, voice steady but urgent. “Look at me, yeah? Take a deep breath in and blow it out quick like you’re blowing out a birthday candle? Okay? Do it with me.”

He locks eyes with you as he demonstrates, sucking in a breath and holding it in his chest until you do the same. Once you have, he blows out a big puff of air and begins breathing steadily in through his nose and out though his mouth. You mimic him, remaining held by those deep  brown pools until you feel your heart rate slow and finally steady.

“That’s good,” he says, shifting so he can rub his hand in wide circles across your back. “You’re doing so good, just keep going.”

You can’t decide if he’s patronizing you, praising you for breathing of all things. But his words are calming regardless and his hand on your back has a comforting weight to it. He keeps up with rubbing small circles across your back until you swallow hard and open your mouth to speak.

“I have to tell you something,” you say.

“Okay. What is it?”

“I can’t, um…I’m not going to…I don’t…finish.”

He frowns, brow furrowing as they knit together. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never been able to get there. And I-I guess I panicked. I didn’t want you to spend all this time on it when it’s not going to happen.”

“Oh,” he exhales softly. “So…never?”

You shake your head, hugging your knees to your chest. “No,” you sniff. “Never.”

“But what about with Carl? You guys were together for like years.”

“Yeah, but he never…” You sigh and pinch your eyes closed. “I mean, I never—”

“He never made you come?”

Shame radiates in your chest like heartburn and you feel the sting of tears that threaten to spill over your eyelids. “I know, okay?” you whimper. “It’s humiliating.”

“No, no! That’s not what I meant. I mean, it should be humiliating for him. Isn’t it?”

“I don’t see how,” you shrug. “It’s not your food’s fault for being cold if the microwave is busted.”

“You’re not busted,” Eddie insists. “He’s got to try. He should have helped you get there.”

“He did try. We’d have sex and it would feel fine, but we’d always get to this point where I knew it wasn’t gonna happen. And it…it was just easier to get him taken care of.”

“But what about with his fingers? Or his mouth? Or a toy?”

Your face burns at the memory of similar past conversations. Bringing up things you thought seemed obvious only resulted in Carl feeling insulted, like you were saying his dick wasn't enough for you.

“It, um…it took too long.”

“What’s too long?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble. “It felt like an eternity. And I’d get all wrapped up in my head kind of…kind of like I did just now. And it didn’t make sense to waste all that time—”

“It’s not a waste of time,” Eddie scoffs. “Did he actually say that to you?”

Anger flashes briefly in his eyes and you quickly shake your head. It was true, Carl never outright called it that. He just didn’t disagree with you when you apologized for taking so long.  And when you started to feel him getting tired and frustrated, it only added to your stress.

“How about like…on your own?”

“I mean, I-I’ve tried.” You look down again, your body still prickling as you try to answer without crying. “I don’t know why, but I can’t relax? I start thinking about, like, f I’m doing it right or if I’m doing it wrong. And I wind up laying there for hours trying and I feel like such a failure. Like I can’t experience this thing everyone else can and I don’t think I ever will.”

A dark, wet splotch appears on his sheets as a tear falls from your eye. You brush furiously at your cheek, smearing the trail it left behind.

“I guess I get close. I think? I don’t know, it feels good up to a point, and it feels kind of, vaguely, like something, but then it just starts to hurt and ache. And I guess that could be it, but…like, the way people talk about it? I can’t imagine what I feel is what they’re referring to. You know?”

Eddie’s head hangs low. His expression churns with a myriad of emotions like he can’t decide which one to feel. Sadness for you. Anger at Carl. Disappointment with himself.

“I’m so sorry,” you sigh. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Furiously, you wish you’d just faked it. How hard would it have been to breathe sort of heavy and writhe around a little bit? It would have been worth it to avoid all this. But even as you’re thinking that, something tells you Eddie never would have bought it. He was too attentive, too attuned to any shift of your mood, of your body. He would have seen right through you.

“Don’t apologize,” he says calmly. “I’m glad you told me, I just…I wish I’d known. I wouldn’t have rushed you. I wouldn’t have said that…”

He hangs his head again and rubs his hand across the back of his neck. You sneak a glance at him, the sadness in his eyes that you caused making your heart ache. This is all your fault, you think. You don’t deserve someone like him. You don’t deserve anyone.

“I, um…I’m gonna get out of here,” you say quietly, scooting towards the other side of the bed. Eddie’s head jerks up at your movement.

“Wait, what?”

“I should just leave, I’m…I’m really sorry.”

“Hang on, hang on, don’t go—” He lurches forward, reaching for your waist to stop you and then abruptly pulling back when he realizes what he’s doing. It breaks your heart a little, the look in his eyes like he’s afraid to touch you now. Again.

“Eddie, it’s okay—”

“It’s not okay,” he says. “Please stay? This is my fault, I shouldn’t have pushed so fast, I was just excited for you to stay over. And I thought this was what you wanted.”

“It was,” you say solemnly. “It is, I mean. I do want this. I’ve wanted this for so long, I just…I don’t know what’s wrong with me and now I’ve ruined the whole night.”

“No, no, not at all.” Eddie shakes his head emphatically. He lifts his hands and cups your face, calloused thumbs rubbing the smoothness of your cheeks. “Absolutely nothing is wrong with you,” he says. “You’re perfect. The only thing that could ruin tonight is you leaving.”

“Are you sure?” you rasp.

He smiles and chuckles at your refrain. “How about from now on, you assume when I say something—anything—it means I’m sure?”

“But are you…” You catch yourself mid sentence. “…certain?”

Eddie rolls his eyes at you and chuckles as your lips finally quirk into a small smile. “I’ll give you that one,” he says begrudgingly. “But no more.”

You give a reluctant nod and he grins.

“And yes, I’m very certain,” he says. “I bought all these snacks for breakfast. And I found this little basket we can put them in. I thought maybe we could drive out to the lake and read like we used to? And then go to that diner way outside of town? With the great milkshakes?”

Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks again, but now it’s from happiness burgeoning in your chest. “That sounds really nice,” you whisper.

He grins back at you.

“Okay, then. I tell you what…why don’t we table all this for right now? Neither of us is gonna make any moves for the rest of the night. We’re going to get in comfy clothes and watch TV, or smoke, or play cards, or talk…whatever you want. And whenever you’re ready, we can go to bed.”

Reactively, your shoulders stiffen and his eyes go wide.

“No, no, no! I didn’t mean—” He slaps his hand to his forehead and sighs at his own flub. “I meant sleep. I…I really just want to sleep next to you. And wake up with you in the morning. And spend the rest of the day together. Is that okay?”

He gives you those eyes again, round and open and vulnerable. Hopeful. It makes it easy to nod at him with a gentle smile. Because it’s more than okay, it sounds perfect. He smiles back and reaches for your hand. You let him lift it to his lips and his breath is warm as he kisses your fingers.

“I just want you here,” he murmurs to your knuckles.

You bite your lip to stop the Are you sure? already queued up on your tongue. Eddie lifts off the bed and pulls a pair of sweatpants and a clean t-shirt from one of the drawers in his dresser. The fresh smell of his detergent wafts towards your nose and you inhale it deeply.

“I’ll change in the bathroom,” he says. “Just come back to the living room when you’re ready.”

Still smiling as he leans over you with ease, balancing on his fists pressing down into the mattress, he kisses you. It’s not a messy or desperate snog, but not quite a chaste peck either. It’s deep and yearning. Full of wanting, but asks for nothing.

He heads into the hall and his bedroom door clicks as he pulls it shut behind him. When you hear the bathroom door also click closed, you creep out from beneath his sheet and reach for the panties bunched up at the foot of the bed. You strip off the matching bra and stuff the pair into the bottom of your overnight bag. To replace them, you exhume a simple gray pajama set of an oversized shirt and loose, flowy shorts. The light material is cool against your skin, soothing for the first time the existential itchiness that had consumed you all night.

In the living room, Eddie sits on the sofa, comfortable and casual as can be in his soft sweats. There’s not a speck of disappointment or frustration on his handsome face as he flips through the channels. His mouth splits into a grin when he sees you, eyes dancing as he takes you in, just as dazzled by the sight of you in plain pajamas as he was by your lingerie.

He pats the cushion next to him and jerks his chin up to beckon you over. From the TV, the eerie tinkling theme of The Twilight Zone begins to play and you all but scamper over to the couch. He chuckles as you pad across the carpet and nestle into his side, folding your legs under you.

He reaches behind your head to pull down the knit blanket draped over the back of the sofa and proceeds to tuck it securely around you both. “Comfy?” he asks, still smiling down at you. 

You nod and his arm curls securely around your shoulder. It rests there naturally, like it’s the one place in the world it’s always been meant to be. “Thank you, Eddie,” you whisper, stretching your neck to press your lips against his.

“Of course. Anything for you, sweetheart.”

His voice is tender and rumbly and you can feel his chest vibrate with the words as you lay your head against him. The softness of his t-shirt on your cheek and the warmth of his skin you can feel through it fills you with contentment. You mold yourself into his side, already thinking how nice it will be when you inevitably fall asleep right here. Right where you belong. Eddie’s head dips and he rests his cheek on the top of your head as he begins to recite along with the narrator,

“You’re traveling through another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination…”

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[snowshinobi]

need my plants to need me but not too much

[simpingcowboy]

A Stranger in a Bar

Pairing: Jack Daniels x GN!Reader no use of Y/N

Rating: R (adult themes)

Warnings: consumption of alcohol (by Jack/ ambiguous consumption by reader), thoughts of infidelity, allusions to unhappy relationship, many feelings, slight angst, southern charm

Word Count: 2.8k+

Summary: You wanders into a bar after an argument with your partner. Agent Whiskey makes it his personal mission to make you feel better and show you how you deserve to be treated.

Author's Note: This was my first time writing for Whiskey! I just wanted to do something fun and sweet with my favorite cowboy. (Also use this as free therapy to deal with feelings about my ex lmao)

Enjoy :)))

You sat perched up on a high barstool. Soft country music plays on an old jukebox somewhere off in the bar. The drink you'd ordered hours ago- long forgotten. Reduced to a watered down version of whatever it was the bartender has recommended. You stayed looking ahead along the rows of alcohol lined up on the shelf, watching the way the flickering lights bounced off each bottle. It was a slow night, not many people had been there when you first walked in and now most nobody remained.

It had been a long night. It'd started as a drive, just a way to get your mind off things. You drove out as far you could without completely emptying the tank. Which is how you wound up here. Out in the middle of nowhere. At a bar. Alone. As far away as you could get from your partner at home. You just needed to get away, even if just for a bit. Just a place to wallow in your sorrows.

"Whiskey please." Calls a disembodied voice from behind you. It’s a low voice, smooth, and laced with an unmistakable Kentucky accent.

Glancing over, you catch sight of the stranger that’s taken the seat beside yours. He's handsome. Really handsome. His profile cuts an impressive silhouette. A low furrowed brow, strong arched nose, pouted lips topped with a fluffy mustache, and a soft square jaw. He was pretty. Taking a wider glance at him, you take in his outfit. A black fringe leather jacket fitted over a white t-shirt. Painted on blue jeans with a large belt buckle that pulls your eyes down to his slender hips. Lower down you see a pair of heeled black cowboys boots embroidered with a western design along the sides. And of course, a matching black cowboy hat rests on the bar beside him.

"Hey pretty baby." The stranger calls to you, drawing your eyes back up to his face. "Seein' something you like?" He said with a smirk. His eyes catching yours; warm dark brown eyes...welcoming and tempting.

You turn your head back, looking straight ahead at the spot you'd been staring at for the last hour or so before. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare." You say solemnly, "I just liked your hat is all." The excuse was lame but hopefully enough to get him off your back.

The message is received on his end. Bad night he thinks to himself. He thought it probably best to leave you alone, but he'd be damned if he didn't even try to make you feel even a bit better. The stranger takes a taste of the whiskey placed before him, building himself up to try again.

"Well thank you very much." He declares, taking the well worn hat in his hands and holding it to display it to you. "She is a beauty, ain't she?" The man expertly spins the hat on his finger to give you a 360° view. He glances over, and is pleased to see the smallest smile peak through. "Not nearly as beautiful as you are though. Now tell me darlin," the ever-increasingly charismatic cowboy lets out a soft groan as he reaches up to put his hat back up on his head "What were you really looking at me for?" A soft smug grin plastered back on his face.

You shrug, trying to keep it cool despite a look of embarrassment peaking through your expression. "I just like looking at you, that's all."

The stranger's grin stretches out to a full grown smirk. "Well don't let me stop you from looking." He pivots on his chair to face forward towards the bar. "But-" he stops to say, his eyes wander over you much longer than necessary "I can't promise I won't be lookin' back at ya."

Suddenly your throat felt full, there was no longer enough air in the room, or blood in your brain. This wasn't right. You knew it wasn't no matter how unhappy in your relationship you were. Better stop it now before it goes too far.

Finally you speak up "I'm taken." Even the words tasted bitter on your tongue.

Trouble in paradise he reasons, if the annoyance laced in your voice was anything to go by. You see the man push back slightly in his seat. "Oh- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend." He replies not wanting to overstep. But then again, he was never the type of man to let things be- not when he could make them better. Third time’s the charm. He mimes looking around the bar, feigning a look of fear as he leans in close to you. "Just to be clear, no cats gonna come to scratch me up for talkin' to ya, right?" You laugh for what feels like the first time in days. Jack smiles back at you, relishing in your joy.

You shake your head as you answer, "No, I promise no one's gonna come looking for you." You smile again as you eye up the stranger again. A little looking couldn't really hurt could it? "Not that I think you'd have any trouble holding your own of course."

He tips his head to you, a proud look upon his face. "Naturally, of course! Now I don't mean to brag but I reckon I'm one of the best fighters this side of the Mississippi."

"Is that so?" You challenge him.

"Yup, one of the best dancers too." He stands from the bar stool, offering you his hand. "But I'll let you decide that one for yourself."

You look at him nervously. He was being so damn nice and sweet and so charming. It almost felt like the universe was playing a cruel joke on you. Showing you a man like this, knowing what you've got waiting for you at home. You look him over once more, finally able to get a full look on at the stranger. He stood tall, if you had to guess somewhere right around six feet. Seeing him from the front you can fully appreciate his wide broad shoulders. He looked straight out of a daydream, and here he stood hand extended out waiting for you.

“Well, what’d ya say Darlin?” The cowboy beckons you to take his hand. “I think you’ll find I'm on my best behavior.” he says with a teasing wink.

“Best behavior, huh?” you tease.

“Always am.” He retorts.

A chuckle escapes your lips. You confidently slide your hand into his and let him guide you off the chair onto the dance floor. It's just a dance you calm your nerves. Besides you were already heartbroken once tonight, what's a second time? You might as well enjoy it this time around.

The handsome stranger leads you to the dance floor. It's a small space that on a typical weekend is packed tightly, but right now you two have the floor all to yourselves. He pulls you over to the jukebox.

"Now let's put on somethin' but more appropriate shall we?" He says as he searches through the songs. Letting go of your hand for just a moment to put the coins in the machine. "There" he smiles brightly as the first notes of a country love song come on "much better ain't it?" He eases his hand back into yours.

You nod "Much better."

You pull in closer, squeezing his hand softly and letting your opposite hand climb up onto his shoulder. His hand moves into position on your waist, mindful to be respectful. Together you two sway gently letting the tune guide your pace.

Jack wasn't really meant to be here. If the job had gone right he'd be in a club a couple miles over on a surveillance job. Much to his dismay, the target was tipped off and skipped town, ruining his chances of getting any intel that night. Having the night off, he'd thought going for a drink might not be too terrible an end to the night. Landing him in this small country bar- bringing Jack straight to you.

Of course he'd seen you when he walked in. Sat up at the bar by yourself. They're a stunner alright the cowboy had thought to himself as he went to sit up beside you. He'd initially been hoping you might wanna join him for an evening. At the least, he reckoned you'd make good company while he enjoys his drink.

It'd started as that, him on his usual flirty behavior, but no now this was personal. How was someone as lovely as you left to feel this way all by themselves? Jack thought it downright blasphemous for a partner to leave you this way. Now Jack was not known for his sympathies, but he just had to make you feel just a bit better. He planned to do it in the only way he knew how to.

Despite his noble intentions, Jack was always weak in the heart. He was defenseless to stop his heart and mind from running wild when he first saw you smile. The logical part of him scolding his heart again and again; they're just a stranger, a taken stranger at that. Still despite all his efforts- he saw it clear as day. This stranger in his home waking up by his side. This stranger, baking him fresh apple pies. He saw himself teaching them how to ride. He saw it all in just minutes time. Jack saw a whole lotta love just waiting to be had in the stranger's eyes.

This stranger in a bar, had him by the heart.

You smile to yourself enjoying the way you feel in your cowboy's arms. This is what life ought to be, you think to yourself. You look up, meeting the gaze of the handsome stranger. He's just met you yet, here he looks at you in total admiration. As if you've hung every star in the sky or baked him his favorite pie. They never look at me like that, you think back to your partner at home.

You were unhappy in your relationship. You'd thought so many times that even if you left you’d never get anything better. That perhaps this is just what love really is. Maybe you didn't deserve anything better. But how on Earth could you think that now when this man is staring at you like that? It felt like a dream. You thought of taking the stranger home, making him yours. Your head filled with thoughts of happy days, romantic dates, a whole lifetime of love you could have in this man's arms.

"What's your name, Darlin?" He asks, snapping you out of your daydream.

You laugh aloud, having been so lost in thought you'd forgotten you barely know this man at all. You introduce yourself with the nod of your head.

He repeats your name back to you with a smile. Your name lingers on the edge of his tongue as if he doesn't wanna let it go. "Why- that's the perfect name for a perfect beauty like yourself." His gaze lingers over you for a moment.

"And you are?" You ask, your mind pressed to put a name to the handsome man.

"Where are my manners?" He exclaims. He retracts his hand from your waist, reaching up to tip his cowboy hat at you. "The names Jack. But you-" Jack wraps his hand back onto your waist pulling you tight against him "You can call me any time." He finishes with a wink.

You find your head thrown back in laughter at the cheesiness of his joke. He smiles right along with you, taking you in like a long sip of whiskey. His hand lovingly squeezes at your waist, as your hand slivers up his shoulder to his collar; grazing the hairs at the base of his neck. Jack's other hand, still wrapped around yours, moves to intertwine between your fingers. Your chests are pushed up closely against one another. Every inhale and exhale opposed from each other. Jack presses his forehead up against yours, the shadow on his cowboy hat lingering over both your faces.

At this moment, everything is just Jack. Being this close to him, even his smell fills your senses. He smells of the whiskey- still fresh on his tongue, of the leather oil- that's sheen on his jacket, of the aftershave- that's long settled in the pores of his face, and just a bit of cinnamon- as if he just ate apple pie before he came. As you look up at the stranger, you melt into his sight and allow yourself to feel at home in those warm brown eyes.

The veil of reality slips deeper and deeper into the fantasy you've put on for each other. Your smiles each grow larger, as your imaginations continue to go wild. Your daydreams grow with each passing moment. And if only for a moment, you let yourself believe maybe I will take him home.

Then, as it always does, reality comes back again. Your phone buzzes aggressively in your pocket as you let out a sigh.

"I'm sorry Jack." You say, a look of embarrassment evident on your face. You unwind yourself from his arms and step back against the jukebox. Looking at your phone you see your partner calling you. No doubt about to scold you for not coming back home yet. You shake your head as you hang up the call, not bothering to pick up. Opting to send a quick text instead "be home soon" is all it says.

You look up longingly at your cowboy all alone on the dance floor. A look of disappointment not well concealed on his face. He catches your withdrawal and moves into your space cautiously.

"Everything alright, Sugar?" Jack asks with a solemn tone.

"I'm okay I-" You bite your lip, hoping the words don't come out "I've gotta go home is all." A grimace plastered on your face.

The stranger smiles back down at you, not nearly as brightly as before. Though you both knew it'd end this way, knowing did little to ease the pain. The fantasy shared between you two shattered.

"I guess I best be letting you go on your way then." He says trying to put back on a jolly front for you though he's desperate for just a moment more with you. "Do you need a ride or anything? I've got my car right out front if you need or-"

You smile at him. Even now he's being so kind to you. You reach up, stopping his rambling. Your hand landing on his cheek and stroking it softly. "Won't be necessary cowboy, I've got my own ride. But thank you." You lean in to give Jack a kiss on the cheek. As you pull away, you smile at the cute blush that's come over his cheeks.

"Whenever you need Darlin'. I'll be here for ya." Jack takes your hand in his and gives it a quick kiss. His eyes peer into yours from under his hat. He drops your hand and bites his lip to stop himself from asking you for another dance.

"I know you will Jack"

You practically have to peel yourself away from him. You saunter out towards the door of the bar, letting your gaze linger on Jack. He’s perched back up at the bar, a fresh drink in hand. A drink he takes down much faster than the first one. As you open the door to leave, you call out to him once more. "I'll give you a call!" You smile playfully, both of you knowing full well you didn't exchange numbers.

From across the bar, you see him light up just a little bit more. He sends you off with a smile, "Anytime pretty baby!" He calls back at you from his spot back at the bar.

As the door shuts behind you, you feel your heart break for the second time that night. The sight of your cowboy sitting by himself nearly enough to make you cave. Still, you carry on to the walk back to your car. The cool night air dances along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its path and reminding you of the empty space around you. Even with the growing physical distance between you, your mind still wanders back to Jack. Back inside you felt so warm, so loved, and just so wanted. It'd be easy to turn around and drown in the fantasy of the stranger; but as much as you'd like to, you can't live in a daydream. So, you get in the car.

Glancing over at the bar once more, a love sick smile overcomes you. You chuckle at yourself, knowing you’ll be thinking back to this night for a long time.

"Thank you Jack." you whisper into the night as you drive off with the comfort that everything will be alright.

Maybe in another life you would make Jack yours. Take him home, make him your husband. Bake him the world’s best apple pie. But in this lifetime at least, he was a stranger. That's all he'll ever be, a stranger in a bar.

A stranger in a bar, who stole just a little bit of your heart.

[proserpina-magnus]

Hi! Can I request a young Sirius black x reader smut? Readers boobs are all tender and swollen and Sirius makes her feel better? Sirius black is definitely a boob guy

Thank you so much for you request! I really liked this idea and I had fun writing it! Hope you enjoy. xo 

Sirius Black and breast worship 

Word count: 1601

[ warning: fem reader, description of aching breasts, slight praise kink, slight degrading kink, tittie slapping (mentioned once), breast worship, smut, titty fucking, mention of the words ‘slut’ ‘‘good girl’  etc...] 

You let out a deep sigh, your breast uncomfortably pushing against your bra. You felt the wire dig into your ribs, making you twist and turn to try and get it in the right position. 

You tried to focus on your food, watching as James did something stupid to try and please Lily, it didn't work. You kept twitching in your seat, your fork twirling around your uneaten food as you felt waves of ache wash over your chest. 

"Something wrong?" Sirius whispered to you, taking a sip of his water as he eyed you suspiciously. You had been acting weird all morning, and it wasn't doing you any better that most of the guys wouldn't stop staring at your chest. 

"Just fine," you muttered, fork scraping against your plate as you move your shoulder blades. You wanted to toss your bra away, going bare would at least give you some comfort for the ache. 

"You don't seem fine," your boyfriend mused, his shoulder clinking with yours as he finished his drink. You glared at him, already fed up with how your day was going. You felt hot in the face, your throat sweating as you blinked back some sensitive tears. 

"Yeah well I'm not, I'm uncomfortable and my tits fucking hurt," you whispered angrily to him, keeping your voice low in case anyone bystander would catch what you were saying. 

Sirius pushed his plate aside, standing up before helping you stand as well. 

"Where are you two going?" Remus asked eyebrow raised as some of the people at the  Gryffindor table looked towards your direction. 

"Just a well-needed break is all, don't wait up," Sirius told them, pulling you along the dinner hall. You let him, hoping he was going to provide some comfort to your aching breast. 

"Why didn't you tell me this morning? I would have loved to be buried in your tits," Sirius asked, walking past talking portraits and statues before he got to the fat lady. He quickly said the password, pulling you along quickly up the stairs. 

"I thought it would go away, Sirius please hurry they hurt," you whined, feeling your breast bounce against your bra as you make your way up the stairs, Sirius turns quickly eyes instantly going to your clothed chest. He gave you a smirk then connected his lips with yours. 

"Shh, I'll take care of you real soon I promise," Sirius cooed quietly, leading you to his empty dorm. Once inside and the door locked with a charm, his fingers were opening your blouse. You let him undress you, helping him pull off the fabric. 

He came to sit at the end of the bed, bringing you closer with a hand on your hip as he looked up towards you. 

"Hurry up," you said, unhooking your bra as it fell against the floor. Sirius let his eyes wander to your exposed chest, your breast flushed and tender as you exhale from the release. 

His hands instantly came to rest on them, palms massaging your aching tits as your hands found their way into his hair. 

"Fuck they look so swollen baby," Sirius said, his fingers finding their way to pull against your nipple as you crawl onto his lap. 

"Just touch them please, you make them feel better," you told him, pushing your chest into his hand as you let your eyes fall shut. You let out whimpers as he massaged your breasts, tears coaxing your vision as you felt relief wash over you. 

The weight of them disappeared as Sirius kept playing with them, your breast slowly releasing the tension as it got messaged by his well-needed hands. 

"That feels so fucking nice, you have no idea" you whimpered, shoulders relaxed as you lean into him. Your hips meet his, you easily fall into a subtle grind. You open your eyes briefly, seeing Sirius's face. His pupils were blown wide open, he looked like the happiest man alive. You chuckle, making your chest bounce as you can almost see Sirius roll his eyes into the back of his skull. 

"God, can I fuck you? Please we have 20

Minutes, I wanna see your tits bounce," Sirius said straight forward, he stared into your eyes with a pleading look. His bottom lip almost quivered as he gave you his famous puppy dog eyes. 

"Sure, but I don't wanna ride, you do the work," you say, getting off his lap as you fall against his bed. Sirius smiled, liking the new position as he started to undress himself quickly. 

He kissed you gently, his hands working to get rid of your skirt. He didn't even take off your underwear, pushing them aside as his fingers came against your soaking slit. 

"Your so wet baby, just from me playing with your tits?" Sirius teased, before lining his cock with your slit as he looked up towards your eyes. 

"Oh shush Sirius, you wanna fuck me or not?" You told him, annoyed that your breasts weren't getting any attention. The ache slowly came back, making you whine as you stared up at him. 

"May I?" He asked gently, the tip of his cock slowly pushing its way inside you. You deeply inhale, nodding your head as you hold right onto his shoulders. 

He pushes in slowly, not stopping before he's buried hilt deep inside you. You exhale, getting used to the feeling as you find his hands. You bring his hands to your chest, making a whimper as you feel him take them.

"God your so fucking pretty," Sirius said, his palm massaging your breast once again as you let out pleased moans. 

"I know," you winked at him, moving your hips as you guided him into moving. Sirius was absolutely awe-struck, his eyes wide as he fucked into you just right. 

Your back immediately arched when his cock found your sweet spot, making you cling onto his flesh as you pressed yourself against him. You felt the relief fill you again as Sirius's hands worked their way to massage the underside of your breast. You enjoyed it, glowing in the feeling of being completely pampered. 

"You like when I fuck you, don't you slut?" Sirius muttered loudly, his fingers hooking against your nipple as he gave them a generous tug. Your eyes opened quickly, breath catching in your throat. 

When you didn't answer right away, Sirius let his hand come down to slap against your tender breast. Making your skin jump as you let out a loud whimper, you heard him chuckle before massaging over the forming red spot. 

"I like when you fuck me, you make me feel so good," you praised him, feeling his hand ease up as he rolled your breast between his hands gently. You spread your legs wider, letting him hit every curve that was offered as your head fell against the pillow. 

"I know you do, such a good girl for my cock," Sirius praised back, smiling as he pulled his hands away before placing them onto the back of your thigh. 

He brought you closer, hips jerking into you as his cock filled you deep and hard. Your breath was uneven as you came closer to your high. 

Sirius watched your tits bounce with each thrust, the sight almost making him cum hard. He fucked you faster, thrust becoming uneven but godly. You were almost screaming at the pleasure, your hands grabbing anything you could find as your eyes shut tight. 

"Gonna cum against my cock?" Sirius asked, voice sweaty as he fucked you through your orgasm. 

"Oh fuck, please don't stop," moans were leaving your lips quickly, you couldn't even process what you were saying as euphoria washed over you. 

You felt him pull out, letting you take a moment to catch your breath. You opened your eyes, watching as Sirius continued to stare at your chest with a grateful expression. 

"You didn't cum," you told him, a bit of guilt washed over you before you saw his happy expression. 

"No, I will," he said, you gave him a confused expression. He couldn't possibly want to go again? You only have a few more minutes until class would start. 

"Can I fuck your titties please?" He asked, sending you a small smile as you only nodded. Sirius made a loud sound, he was incredibly happy that his dick would be buried into your chest. 

You slid onto your knees, his wooden floor felt hard against them but you couldn't care as you positioned your boobs against his cock. 

Sirius grabbed your hair, running it through his fingers as he let you take the lead. You bounced your breast against his cock, spitting against it to create more friction. 

The sight of you made Sirius almost cum, he didn't take long before he was groaning out his appreciation and white fluid coated your chest. 

You pulled back, your breast less swollen and tender as they lay covered in cum. Sirius watched for a moment, taking in the glory of the sight before him. 

"Your a fucking goddess," Sirius concluded, kissing your forehead before running off quickly to grab a towel. He cleaned you up swiftly, making sure to massage your breast between his hands to make sure they weren't still sore. 

"Do they feel alright, they don't look as swollen," Sirius asked, helping you into your clothes before putting on his own. 

"Yeah, they feel better. Thank you," you told him, kissing his lips while helping him buckle his belt. 

"Any time," Sirius winked, heading towards your next class.

[reawritesthings]

domestic pleasures | wanda maximoff

summary: you were new to westview and you automatically caught wanda’s eye. overtime, you allowed wanda to take good care of you.

pairings: mommy!wanda x fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

warnings: 18+ MINORS DONT INTERACT. degrading, mommy kink, vaginal fingering, eating out someone. slightly overstimulation. slightly forced orgasm. wanda uses her power. dom!wanda. teasing. reader is in love with wanda's boobs. (if i have missed anything, please tell me) :)

authors note: IM BACK with another. the comments and the feedback for lemon tree was shocking. thank u everyone for reading it!! i wasn’t expecting that reaction. anyways, enjoy this :) feedback is appreciated

You never considered yourself lucky, especially in a new town that looked beautiful when the sunset toned the streets. You were a broke college student, desperately trying to make ends meet with groceries, bills and books. It was stressful to find some work in a town full of people who minded their business, except a family of four.

You hardly saw them until Wanda came knocking on your door, offering you meals that she made for her family. Wanda knew from the many nights she saw you from your window that you never ate a full course meal.

Her flower wasn’t nurturing the right way, and she hated it. Wanda didn’t like seeing her flower work too hard. But she did love the choice of outfits you wore.

An oversized shirt that always curves over your bum, giving Wanda a perfect view of your laced panties. She loved watching you, admiring you from afar. You were oblivious to her gestures, just like she wanted you to be.

When she saw you one night taking small bites of her lasagna, she swore that she heard a moan escape from your lips. It captivated her to continue to bring you food so she can listen to those pretty little moans of yours.

Over time, her motherly instincts switch on. She monitored your eating pattern, especially when you were in the middle of your finals. She watched you take scoops of cookie dough ice cream into your mouth and chugging energy drinks into your system.

You were hurting her flower, and she didn’t like it one bit. Wanda then decided she would take matters into her hand. When Wanda asked you out of the blue to come over to fix her printer, a ready-made meal was waiting for you.

It was a small fish dish with tons of vegetables. You weren't a fan of vegetables; half of them weren't your favourite either. You tried to pass the offer but, Wanda was very persuaded. She insisted you stay and eat with her, as a token of thanks for fixing her printer.

You didn’t want to be rude so, you sat with her, watching her cut up her potion. Wanda noticed that you hardly touched your greens, which made her angry. She didn’t show it, as she didn’t want to scare off her flower.

Wanda simply got up from her seat and accidentally brushed your shoulder, apologising straight after. She bent her body towards you, allowing you full access to her chest. You gulped in pleasure at how beautifully shaped her tits were.

“If you eat your greens, you can touch,” Wanda whispered, biting your earlobe. She watched as you gripped your thigh, smirking at how easy it was to persuade you to do something.

You sat there and, Wanda made sure you ate every vegetable on your plate. Each time you ate a vegetable, she kissed your neck, praising you for obeying.

“You can do it. We don’t want to see what happens when you don’t listen, sweetheart.” She mumbled against your skin, making you squirm in your seat.

Wanda slowly started to suck on your neck, feeding into you like you were her dinner. She heard a little whimper come from your lips and licked the mark she created.

“One more, sweetheart.” She praised, brushing her thumb against your cheek. She tangled her hands through your hair, pulling it slightly as she saw you fiddle with the last vegetable.

You quickly ate the last vegetable, looking up at Wanda for praise. She sent a sweet kiss to your lips, humming words that made you feel warm inside.

You instantly felt your body respond to her touches. She was seated next to you, and you felt lost. You didn’t know what came over yourself when Wanda pulled you onto her lap. You instantly snuggled into her, letting your face buried between her chest, as she brushed her fingers up and down your back.

You lightly kissed her breasts, smiling at how big and comfy they were. Wanda smirked and bounced them up, causing you to moan.

“Since you ate all your greens and study real hard today, you get to have some dessert. How does that sound?” Wanda whispered into your ear, seeing you nod almost immediately.

“You are so responsive to my orders, aren’t you?”

You nodded, feeling a blush appear.

“Such a good little flower.” She cooed, pulling you off her and pushing you down onto the floor. She opened her legs and watched your eyes widen at her movement. You saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Be a good little girl and take your dessert. I’m going to make sure you taste every last drop, understood?”

“Yes, Wanda..”

Wanda tutted, “Mommy. You call me Mommy.”

“Yes, Mommy.” You whispered and slowly brought your face to her entrance. You placed your hands around her thigh, and in a straight line, you licked her core. Wanda had no time for you to tease her. She was horny enough from just seeing you obey her. She grabbed a handful of hair and forced your mouth to suck on her cunt. You moaned at the force, trying to suck on every inch of her folds.

Wanda knew you were new to this, as your technique were wonky. She arched her hips towards you, thrusting her cunt into your face making you have no access to breathe. You allowed your tongue to explore her, trying to graze every spot to please her.

Wanda moans found your ears and, you moaned against her core, sucking on it harshly like it was the last edible thing on earth. Again Wanda thrust into you, making you accidentally bite her core. Wanda moaned louder, and you continued to latch onto her bud. You knew she was getting close as her folds clenched around your tongue. She managed to pull on your hair once more and gave you no warning that she was close to an orgasm.

Wanda, in no time, thrust once more before flooding your mouth with her cum. You tried your hardest to suck on every sweetness she gave you. Your lips were attached to her core for a little longer before she moved you away, brushing her finger against your swollen lip.

“You gorgeous thing. Those plumped lips are so useful to me. You were so good, sweetheart. You made Mommy feel so good.” She whispered, pulling you up by your shirt.

“You did so well, darling.” She hummed, allowing you to rest your head in her chest. Wanda watched as you gave her light kisses to her chest, grinning at how easily it was for you to be a submissive.

Wanda slowly moved your face away for her, causing a little whimper to escape your lips. Wanda only grinned at her flower, loving how needy you were for her.

“Go get some rest, darling. Those essays won’t write themselves.”

You nodded and slowly got off her lap, “Yes, Mommy.”

Wanda bit her lip at your tone and watched you stumble your way out of her home. She took the glass of water from the table, taking small sips as she amusingly watched you tumble and walk into things.

“Goodbye, little one.”

—

That night you were sorely in the zone to complete one of your essays. A temptation inside you sprung to light after you left Wanda’s that afternoon. You could still taste her in your mouth, and you craved more.

You felt lost without her near. You never depend on someone like you did with Wanda. She was turning you into something that you read in novels, and you liked it.

A little too much.

It was quarter to midnight and, you just finished a second essay. You were tired from studying and decided to take a little nap before returning to your books. However, that nap didn't exactly happen when you found yourself cradled against Wanda's chest.

You awoke and found your face buried deep in Wanda’s boobs. Unaware of how that happened, Wanda pushed your face back into her chest. She knew that you needed her touch, and just like the submissive you were, you took full advantage of it.

“You overworked yourself, sweetheart.”

You hummed, looking straight up at her. You eagerly tried to kiss her lips but, Wanda pulled back and smacked your thigh. You jumped in confusion, putting your head down as you didn’t like it when Wanda was mean.

"You naughty girl. Are you that desperate for Mommy’s lips? You want Mommy to taste whatever you are feeling in your panties.”

You let out a loud moan as Wanda harshly pressed her finger against your soaking core.

“My sweetheart. You are soaking. Did Mommy make you wet, darling?”

You sheepishly nodded and tugged on her bra as Wanda slapped your throbbing core.

“M-Mommy,” You moaned against her breasts, finding a way for you to tug on her nipple. Wanda hummed and saw how close you were getting to her nipple and slapped your core again, but with more force.

“Not yet. You must let Mommy taste you first. Is that what you want?”

You nodded quickly.

“Desperate little thing. You are such a slut, darling. Look at you, trying to hump Mommy’s fingers. How badly do you want Mommy’s fingers?”

“So badly. Please. Please.” The sounds of your begging made Wanda pinch your core. You let out a moan and squirm at the pain.

Wanda slowly pulled your panties down, watching some of your juice trails down your thigh. Wanda’s fingers managed to clean the excess. Without any warning, she stuffed her fingers straight into your mouth.

“Suck.” She demanded and, you obeyed, moaning at the taste of your sweetness.

“You ready for Mommy’s fingers? How many does my flower get?”

“As much as Mommy likes.” You moaned, and Wanda let out a chuckle at how much of a good submissive you were.

Wanda took one last look at you before taking her fingers out of your mouth and slammed them straight into your hole, hearing you cry in pain.

“Taking them so well, darling. Do you know how many fingers are inside you?” Wanda asked, her eyes darken.

You shook your head, pleading with her to go faster.

“Let’s count, Sweetheart.” Wanda whispered, and used one finger to hit one of your spots.

“How many was that, gorgeous?”

“O-One..”

Wanda grinned and did the same again but with three fingers this time causing you to moan louder.

“F-Four?” You manage to say and Wanda shook her head.

“Would you like Four fingers inside you?” Wanda whispered into your ear, fucking your core hard.

You barely gave her a response. Wanda took that as a yes and added another finger inside you. You felt your hole stretch like never before as Wanda slammed her fingers inside you. The tears spilling in your eyes made you grip Wanda's hand.

Wanda smirked and removed your hand from hers. She laughed as she gripped your jaw, so she could see you fall apart.

"My sweet angel. You look so beautiful." Wanda whispered and gripped your jaw harder. You let your tears fall from your cheek as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. You felt your orgasm near as your folds tugged on her fingers.

Your eyes began to see stars as Wanda used some of her magic to add more harsh momentum. You had no idea of Wanda's being a witch and, Wanda loved your obliviousness.

You started to ride her fingers, feeling your high coming through. Wanda kissed your tears away, planting a small kiss on your nose before slapping your thigh to indicate that you could cum.

"Go on, darling."

You cried out in pleasure as you let yourself loose on her fingers, sobbing as Wanda helped you ride your high. Your walls still clenched around her fingers, as you didn't want her to pull out.

Wanda smirked, loving how you took her so well.

“You are so well behaved, Sweetheart... taking my four fingers very well. You are a good little slut, aren't you? So glad I found you."

You opened your mouth, and Wanda laughed at your loss for words.

"How about we run you a bath? Does my little flower need a bath?”

You nodded and hissed at the pain as Wanda took her fingers out of you. She kissed your lips and then your neck, praising you whilst she gently made her way down to your swollen core. She gently kissed your swollen bud and gave you a sweet lick before picking you up.

Out of embarrassment of crying, you buried your face in her neck and watched her carry you towards the bathroom. You still let some tears fall as you felt the pain. She gently placed you on the counter, brushing your hair out of your face as she pinches your thigh teasingly.

“My sweet darling. Look at you. You were so good with Mommy today. You are the most gorgeous thing when you are crying. Those little sobs were for me, and Mommy loved watching you fall apart.”

You felt your cheeks burn with shame as Wanda degraded you. You wiped your tears on your jumper as you heard the tap run. Wanda cooed you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” She chuckled and helped you into the tub. You hissed at the pain when the warm water hit your core. Wanda slowly pushed you down, leaning over to wash you.

“No more crying, sweetheart,” Wanda whispered and gently began to bath you. You nodded and stayed put and allowed Wanda to care for you.

“Thanks, Mommy.”

Wanda smiled and placed a small kiss to your cheek. “Anytime, darling.”

[tteokdoroki]

all the love in the world | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 5.1K

⇝ rating: 18+, mature.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, engaged!au, fluff and smut.

⇝ summary: as hard to believe as it may seem, bakugou lives for time off, where the days begin with him waking up by your side and  end with him falling asleep right next to you, while he thinks of all the ways he can love you during the hours in between.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy domestic bakugou ( i think this needed a warning okay? ), smut ( characters aged up to 20s ), soft morning sex, fingering ( female recieving ), dry humping, light!praise, heavy!breeding kink, switch!reader, dom!bakugou.

⇝ author’s note(s): hellooo my loves ! as a celebration of me reaching 100+ followers, i bring you my very first written imagine !! i love the idea of domestic baku so i hope you enoy reading as i did writing !! special thanks to @ozzy-bozzy​ for the teddy bear bracelets idea hehe

⇝ masterlist | requests

katsuki bakugou considered himself to be a very lucky person.

when he was younger he’d been blessed by a powerful quirk which only lead him to exceed his classmates back in U.A. he’d graduated said school’s hero course top of his class, even if he’d failed his provisionals the first time round— nothing could stop him from becoming the best.

so when the hot headed blonde bagged the role of side kick at a top hero agency and then launched himself to the highest points in the hero charts as a pro later on, katsuki felt like all of his dreams had come true.

that was until, he’d proposed to you.

you were katsuki’s final dream, for him to wait for you at the end of the aisle— your watery smile just for him. 

that’s the vision he saw in his sleep. when you had said yes to him, the night you got engaged under the stars and amongst the roses, it was then that the explosive hero had realised how lucky he truly was.

he had loved you for a long time, katsuki had— he almost couldn’t remember the time when he hadn’t. in the time that you’d spent together; soft gazes and lingering touches, you’d taught him a lot and he’d learned through your tolerance and generosity, something that had rubbed off on him, something he’d so desperately needed to cool down his hot demeanour.

he was grateful for a lot of things, all of the things you’d taught him— but mostly the entirety of you. while you’d always said that neither of you completed each other and only made one another better, bakugou knew that his life would be complete with you in it forever.

 he knew  from the moment you’d pinned him down underneath you during training back in high school— that he was going to make you his wife someday.

“jesus katsu, why’re you up s’early? it’s supposed to be our day off,” you mumble into your silk sheets; his scent sewn into your pillows. katsuki likes the orange silk that lines your bed; mostly because of the colour and partly because other fabrics irritate his skin. with sleepy eyes, you blink up at the blonde and catch him staring mid act. like always, bakugou looks away with a heated blush and paws it away from his cheeks. “whatcha lookin’ at dummy?”

one of kastuki’s favourite things is the way you look when you first wake up, groggily rubbing the sleep away from your eyes with a pout on your lips as the sun hits your face just right— creating a halo effect around you, like you’re his guardian angel…but he wouldn’t ever admit that to you, at least not until his wedding vows. “it’s the only time i get to look at you without hearin’ the dumb shit that comes out your mouth, woman.” katsuki grumbles back, finally meeting your eyes again.  

he can clearly see the love glittering your irises and the faint smile that plays teasingly on your lips as if you know that he’s joking. unwillingly; bakugou feels himself mirror the grin that you bare and a happy warmth then spreads across his chest.

“we still have the whole day ahead for you to ogle me like that katsuki bakugou,” you hum sweetly, the tail end of your words falling into a light giggle. the ash blonde feels his heart flutter just from the sound; a candied melody to his ears that he could never get tired of hearing. 

reaching over your shoulder, katsuki uses his warm hands to roll you over onto his awaiting lap. 

your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as the sheets fall from your body to reveal yourself in one of his shirts with an old merch design and your fingers weave their way into his pretty blonde hair. 

now that you’re in his lap; the pro hero can see the smirk making its way into your face as you look down at him lovingly. “seems like you were doing more than just looking baby…”

your hips grind down against your lover’s now prominent erection that sits hidden in his dark sweats— earning a slight gasp from the man himself. “s-shut up, dumbass…” bakugou growls through gritted teeth while you move above him. 

his words stay lodged in his throat, he wants to tell you that you’re always on his mind no matter what he’s doing or looking at but instead they die down as he drops his head to your neck, leaving sweet kisses along the column of it.

early morning love making with you was what katsuki bakugou considered one of his many blessings. he loves being this close to you— feeling every dip in your skin and kissing every mark on your body, his lips work their way up from your jawline to your chin and finally attempting to land a solid kiss to your own lips.

“nuh, katsu—“ your breathless whine fills the air, sending shivers down the spine of the man below you. he moves up to kiss you again, gripping your hips tightly while your movements begin to sync. “no, morning…morning breath…”

bakugou huffs, hand finding the back of your head to tilt it down into a soft liplock— contrasting with the harshness of his earlier movements. “fuck morning breath, i haven’t made love to you properly in a fucking week so let me kiss you. fuck.” usually, katsuki would have added his salty pet name of ‘shitty woman’ to the tail end of his phrases but he bites his tongue, saving it for later.

you give into your fiancé then, falling in love with the way his lips meld against yours so passionately all over again. fingers that belong to bakugou dance underneath your shirt, finding you bare within the fabric. one hand slips between your plush thighs, smoothly rubbing circles into your swelling clit ever so gently.

your breath hitches as katsuki traps you under his touch, playing with your folds as they begin to grow slick and form a wet patch on his deep grey sweats, making him groan. 

the explosive pro pushes two of his digits past your entrance, curling them and watching with sparkling scarlet eyes as your mouth hangs open in of the prettiest moans katsuki’s ever heard— his mouth falls open with you while your head tilts back, exposing your sweat glimmering skin to the sun’s rays. “feel good baby? yeah, you like that?” he mumbles condescendingly, slowly pumping them inside of you. “yeah you do,  yeah you fuckin’ do.”

“yeah, katsu...more…” a  breathless moan escapes you with every thrust of bakugou’s hot fingers, the cheeky bastard setting off small scale explosions to stimulate you from within. he’s hot, the heat from his body filling the space between you and spreading right down to your glistening mound— causing slick to gush from your tiny abused hole. 

you can feel his cock pulse beneath you with every twist of his fingers to reach that spongy pleasure spot deep within your leaking hot walls.

katsuki’s thick fingers stretch open your tiny hole, making your mouth water at the thought of his weighty cock being the next thing press into you but your raging thoughts are swiftly interrupted by your fiancé— who pulls from you completely and sucks the two fingers into his mouth to lick them clean of your sweet nectar.

katsuki keeps his vermillion eyes locked on you, the lewd action making saliva pool on your tongue. his own pink muscle darts out to wet his lips, no doubt spreading the taste of you across them before making a move to kiss you. 

the pro is quickly stopped, your hands that once roamed his bare back and messed hair, now pinning his own above his head.

bakugou is a strong man, he wouldn’t have been a top hero if he wasn’t— he trained constantly and sparred often with his fellow heroes but he doesn’t resist when you grip his wrists in your free hand, releasing his hard cock from it’s restraints before it slaps against his well toned stomach.

milky precum leaks against his warm skin, while you prepare yourself to mount him. the pair of you let out a groan in unison as you sink down on the hero’s thick length— as if the tensions and stresses of the week have melted away just him being sheathed inside of you.

“mnnn, so fuckin’ tight baby, gonna need to fuck you open again…”

bakugou’s voice is low and gravelly from the early morning, just how you like as his hips roll up into yours— further pushing his fat cock into you. his tip barely grazes your cervix  as you set the pace, lifting yourself up and down to bounce on your lover’s length. 

the way you feel inside, your soft velvety walls and gushing pussy make him buck up into you with more fever, as his own symphony of moans and weightless gasps dance through your ears. “yeah? take this pussy katsuki…m-make it yours,” you sigh, grip on his wrists loosening to the point where you set him free.  the blonde’s hands immediately move to grip your ass tightly— smirking at you lazily while the pads of his fingers sink into your flesh.

you look beautiful to him, bouncing on his cock and dripping all over his pelvis under the early morning sun, the way the gold lights up your hazy lust filled eyes.  

the fire of desire burns brightly in the depths of katsuki’s stomach, love finds its way into each of his thrusts from then on— mind clouding with the desire to fill you up so good with his love as the leaking  head of his thick girth drags against your walls, prodding at the spot that has you seeing stars. “that’s right yn baby…fuck that cock, fuck yeah baby,” he whispers brokenly to you, chest rising and falling desperately while sweat beads on his hairline. “love you, love you s’much...”

bakugou watches your gaze on him soften at his confession, the words he doesn’t say often but shows you everyday still hanging in the thick, warm air.  “i love you katsu, p-please,” your erratic thrusts slow to somewhat of a passionate grind, two lovers pressed hotly against one another as the sounds of your moans twist with that of skin on skin.

knot in your stomach tightening, katsuki can feel your release creeping on you from the way you clench around him at every plunge deep inside your sweet hole. strong arms wrap around you, katsuki noticing how you shake from pleasure above him while he brings you down onto loving thrusts as if to draw you closer. 

“gonna cum!”

your fiancé nods into your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your back as he pulls out of your heat completely and earns a needy whine from you. your hole spasms around nothing, right on the edge of release before bakugou forces his girth back into your accepting pushing. “cum for me angel, right on this cock,” he pants, holding you close while he rocks into you. “i've got you baby, let it all out…”

“mph, baku-! oh !”

hips stilling above his, you scratch and claw at any part of bakugou’s skin that you can— shaking as your release splashes against him, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head and white spots dancing across your vision. the tightness of your heat drives the pro right over the edge, hot ropes of thick cum painting your insides white as his release reaches your womb.

the pair of you lay still, catching your breath as you collapse forward on your lover’s chest. while your breathing slows, katsuki rubs warming circles into your back to help calm you down— only smiling softly when you look up at him with clear, affectionate eyes. “did so good for me yn, fuckin’ love it when you take my cock like that first thing in the morning,” his words are soft on his usually sharp tongue, bakugou smoothing a thumb over your cheek while using a forefinger to tilt your head up into a sweet kiss

“always and only for you, my love,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut at the simple gesture even after you pull away. “and if you keep cummin’ in me like that katsuki ‘m gonna end up pregnant one of these days…”

bakugou smirks, pressing smaller kisses all over your face to make you giggle. you smile and greedily accept each one, loving the these tender moments between yourself and your fiancé.  “maybe that’s the fucking point, dumbass,”  he quips, biting on your cheek after landing a kiss there. “trying to put a shitty little brat in you.”

despite the small bite to his words, a blush still manages to creep its way onto katsuki’s face as you lay your head down on his chest with a smack to his waist. the ash blonde means every word and you know it too, he can tell by the knowing smile and slight gleam in your eye.

you fall back asleep not long after bakugou cleans you up.

he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy counting every mark and bite he’d left on you as he tenderly wiped between your thighs and massaged over your skin. 

but he loved how cute you looked when curled up on his chest more, your hand clings to bakugou’s shoulder as if to check he’s still there even in your sleep— giving the hero ample opportunity to play with the ‘teddy bear’ bracelet thats cuffed to your wrist. you’d made it for one of your anniversaries; matching the ‘grizzly bear’ one on his own.

prying himself from your arms is no easy task for katsuki, your grip on him like an adorable iron vice or a child with a teddy bear. after setting himself free, the ash blonde with the crimson eyes heads down to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you— it was some what of a routine on your days off together, you always got the munchies after sex and bakugou knew just how to soothe your roaring appetite.

as he worked with the eggs and other breakfast ingredients, katsuki thought back to how much you praised him for his skills in the kitchen— he knew how much you loved his cooking and he would do anything to see you smile.

“god katsuki, i might have to start taking more days off it means i get to see my grizzly bear in the kitchen like this,” you hum from place leaning against the door frame. 

your fiancé turns round to face you with a light smirk, glimmering eyes inviting you further into the room. the explosive pro holds the sizzling pan he’d taken off the stove high above your head as you cuddle into his side, breathing in his warm caramel scent.

katsuki clicks his tongue, staring down at you fondly. “tell that to the fucking villains who fuck up the city every other day, maybe then we’d have more time to relax.” he counters, pulling a sweet chuckle from your sweet lips.

“if we start handing out your cooking, they’ll probably start turning themselves in!” you tease your lover back, swiping a bit of the pancakes from the pan above your head. katsuki grumbles and pats your ass indulgently— the supple skin peaking out from under the shirt that’s found it’s way back over your form. it’s a silent scold for eating before he’s fixed you a plate of all your favourites.

as usual bakugou pulls out your chair at the table, pressing his lips to your hairline before putting your steaming plate in front of you. your mouth waters while katsuki takes his seat opposite you with rolling eyes as he watches you tuck in to your breakfast. 

the entirety of your meal is filled with lingering gazes and hums of delight while you eat, almost as if you’re back on your first date ( bakugou spent half of the time watching you eat rather than doing so himself, but he just wanted to see if you liked the place ). 

leaning over the table to wipe syrup from your chin, the blonde smirks— quiet words falling calmly from his lips. “what do you want to do today, sweetheart?”

the birds chirps lovingly outside of your window, dancing under the sunshine— they remind you of your early mentor and often patrol partner hawks, who you needed to remember to invite to dinner soon. 

the weather is nice today and that gives you an idea. “let’s go out,” your eyes sparkle with a million dreams, each one bakugou wants to live out with you. “to the park with the roses, the pink ones where you—“

“where i proposed, got it,” katsuki smiles, the fond memory catching the tail end of his words. “i hear they introduced some new blooms too.”

you mirror his expression; stabbing your fork through a strawberry in the bowl of fresh fruit your lover had prepared for you. you hold the fork out to his lips and watch amusedly as he chomps the fruit from its place. “care to escort me, lover bear?”

“who else is going to? dumbass.”

“miss nightsky ! will ya sign my bag!”

“that’s a nice bag sweet one, you sure i can sign it?”

katsuki loves the way you are with kids, even though you’re a massive child yourself.

the pair of you decided to walk to the park; since the nice weather held up and it wasn’t too far from your private neighbourhood— even though it took a little longer to get there than expected. 

not that either of you minded, but many curious fans stopped to talk and ask for pictures; some even asked for autographs which you happily gave them. while the mighty ground zero was slightly grumbly about it, he adored how kind and patient you were with everyone you met no matter how old they were.

his vermillion eyes, though brownish looking under golden light, sparkle as you ruffle the little kid’s hair and wave politely to their awaiting parents. bakugou wants to have kids with you one day. 

it was something he hadn’t really thought about until recently, he knew it would be difficult, with both of you reaching the heights of your careers and the pair of you were still very private about your relationship as well, with word of your recent engagement already slipping into the tabloids.

there was no doubt that they’d speculate about your marriage too, no matter how private you kept it. keeping a child secret would be even harder. 

and yet; the thought of you holding a baby…his baby would, on some nights lull him to sleep.

you squeal like a little girl when the ash blonde stops to buy you an ice cream from a van by the entrance of the park; he can’t stand how much you love mint chocolate chip but buys you a towering double scoop anyways.  “how do you even eat that toothpastey shit?” bakugou grumbles, finishing off his orange popsicle as you walk into the flower garden.

“says the one who likes orange, you have no taste katsuki bakugou.” you chide but take his freehand nonetheless. the explosive pro’s thumb brushes over the back of your hand while you make your way through and he can’t help but pluck one of the pretty blooms from the bushes to tuck behind your ear.

you scold him for taking the flowers but your smile betrays you as katsuki dips you for a honeyed kiss on the lips. 

he’s never one for PDA but this was your spot, here just last year bakugou had sunk to his knees in front of you with an expensive diamond ring you were eyeing months before ( you would never say anything but katsuki always picked up on these things ). 

he would also never admit it, but his hand shook with every word that passed his lips and you were sure he had been crying harder than you were while he slipped a ring on your finger.

your secret kisses and tangled limbs hiding deep in the rose bushes are soon completely soaked by an onslaught of unexpected rain.

you shriek at the rain while katsuki grabs your hand, free arms thrown over your heads as you make a dash from the flower garden and head for the main streets in order to catch a bus.

the pair of you giggle as you stumble onto the vehicle, ringing out your drenched clothes and wiping at your wet faces as it heads home. bakugou pulls you into his arms, head resting atop yours to draw you closer— the heat from his quirk allows him to keep you warm and you get a load full of his sugary scent as well ( not that you mind ).

you stay like that on through the rustling traffic, cuddling like a cat to your heated fiancé but a tug on the bottom of bakugou’s wet shirt captures your attention. the pair of you look down to catch the innocent eyes belonging to a darling little girl. “u-uh h-hi mister gwound zewo!” the little one stumbles through her words and in the corner of your eyes you can spot the girl’s mother and give her a reassuring grin.

bakugou’s gaze softens at the curly haired girl and releases you to crouch down to her level despite the shaking bus.  his hand still holds onto yours though. 

he ruffles her hair with his free hand, making your heart warm— there was a side of katsuki the public never really got to see, where the hotheaded pro could be tender and quiet and often quite reserved. 

the media got a kick out of playing on the ash blonde’s explosive nature but moments like this let the real bakugou shine through.

“hey there kiddo, whatcha’ got there?” katsuki mumbles delicatley, noticing the girl hiding something behind her back.

“tisswue! for my favouwite hewo!” the little one says, gingerly holding it out to the blonde’s wet face for him to use. bakugou taps his cheek and cleans closer to let the little girl wipe his face with a tiny chubby hand. they chatter for the rest of the ride home— the girl bashfully twirling her hair around her fingers as katsuki compliments her quirk.

leaning your head on katsuki’s soused shoulder while you walk home, you look up at him with an adoring expression, wondering what he’d be like with a little girl of your own. “that was quiet adorable mister ground zero, you stole my hear away!” you tease, kissing your linked hands.

“yeah? well don’t get used to it shitty woman.” he says through gritted teeth and marches you both through the rain to get you home but the blush on his face tells you otherwise. if you ever had a daughter, you could only imagine what he’d be like with her.

katsuki heads straight for the shower when you get in, leaving you to pick a movie and order takeout as you’d discussed on the way home.

it was a regular routine for you both on nights off; you always picked the movie because if you left it up to your fiancé you’d end up watching some boring documentary on all might or cooking ( he was a closeted nerd at heart ). 

you settle on a cheesy romcom that you’ve seen about a hundred times because for one;  it’s your favourite and two, you’ll never get tired of seeing bakugou cry towards the end of the movie.

“take out should be here in twenty!” you call to your lover, when he passes by you to enter your living room.

“got it, now go wash up before you catch a cold, stupid—“ the ends of katsuki’s words are cut off by your stream of giggles, bouncing off your cream coloured walls. your ash blonde fiancé has half a mind to curse you out for slapping his ass through his fresh set of sweat pants but rolls his eyes nonetheless. 

he finishes pulling his tank top over his head while heading deeper into the room, not wanting to answer the door without one ( as much as your regular delivery driver would like that ).

while in the shower, you manage to scrub away stains of the rain and soreness from the day— washing over sweet love marks from katsuki with pride. a temporary reminder of his eternal love for you and you only. 

there’s already a change of clothes waiting for you when you step out of the shower; one of his old shirts and a set of boxers that you slip into comfortably. your nostrils are filled with nothing but the alluring scent of burning sugar, the traces left by bakugou himself.

he’s already munching on a box of tempura by the time you’ve headed back downstairs, crimson eyes light up when they land on you and you make a dive for the couch— rolling into katsuki’s side. “did you tip the delivery driver?” you ask, watching as your fiancé dips a piece of the food into some sauce before he holds it up to your lips.

“damn right i did, i didn’t wanna though…they kept staring at my arms,” bakugou revels in the way you laugh around the piece of food he pushes into your mouth. you chew with a grateful smile, the look of amusement never leaving your pretty face. “whatcha laughin’ at dumbass?”

“i think you forget how much the public loves your arms, ground zero.”

as soon as you press play on the movie, time seems to fly away from you both— the air is filled with streams of laughter and moments where you swipe from one another’s plates, picking on one another fondly. somehow by the time the film reaches it’s climax the food has been devoured and you’ve ended up huddling into bakugou’s chest. 

fingers laced with yours, bakugou twirls the diamond engagement ring you have on, around your finger, smiling at the precious reminder that you’re to be his forever and always.  “where do you think we’ll be in the future?” you question quietly, nuzzling into your fiancé’s side.

“married, of course.” crimson eyes find yours in the dimly lit room, almost rolling annoyance as if your question is the dumbest thing in the world. in response, you lean up and squish the explosive pro’s cheeks together and beam up at him while he scowls at you.

“stupid, you know that’s not what i meant,” the words despite harsh, leave your lips dreamily and a contented expression crosses your face. “i see us with kids, in a house much bigger than this one and a backyard that stretches for miles and miles—“ your words die warmly in your throat, figuring that you’ve gotten slightly carried away with the fanticies you’ve made for yourself and katsuki. 

in your mind, you can’t help but conjour up a litter of tiny bakugou’s running around a plush green garden— maybe a little dog too and your heart swells in your chest at the idea.

the hot head squeezes your hand, resurfacing you from your sea of thoughts. “you want kids? with me?” his voice is barely above a whisper, all of his vulnerabilities splayed out in the tone as he looks at you warmly.

“a whole family with you, as many as you want.”

suddenly, bakugou has you flipped onto your back and pinned underneath his muscular frame. 

his warm breath fans across your face making your eyes fall heavy with adoration. “four.” the blonde grunts, swooping down to brush his lips gently across yours, not quite kissing you much to your dismay. “i want four of those snotty little gremlins with you, maybe have the fifth by accident and then we’ll get a big fucking house for them to destroy—“

“f-five kids katsu?” you gasp out your words at katsuki starts to press increasingly harsh kisses to your jawline, settling on your neck while he licks over bites he’d left earlier today. 

bakugou murmurs something about ‘you said as many as i want’ before he’s growling at your hands that find their way into his blonde locks, tugging on them tightly as pleasure overwhelms your senses. 

he hums against your sweet skin, finding his place between your legs at the same time as his thoughts take him away from you. he’d love to see you pregnant, so full of his love and his children.

the movie is long forgotten by now as lust settles in every corner of the room. hands push beneath your shirt, groping and massaging your breasts to pull all sorts of sounds from you. 

bakugou forces a knee between your thighs, finally capturing your lips in a hungry and heated kiss— his tongue slips in your mouth after he pinches your thigh, fighting yours in a passionate dance for dominance. “gonna fuck a shitty little brat into you, yn,” katsuki almost whines as he pulls away from your inviting lips to press your foreheads together. you look gorgeous beneath him, flustered with swollen lips from each of your rough kisses and there’s no doubt in his mind you’re thinking the same about him. “gonna fill you up so good, gonna make pretty babies with you, hah?”

“ka-katsuki!” you can’t help but mewl at his breathless sinful words while you fist at his tank top. everything is hot, burning hot and you grind up into him with a newfound desperation, the friction against his hardening length sending your eyes rolling with ecstasy.. “we’re not even— mmm god, right there— we’re not even married yet!”

“gonna be at some point, why waste time fucking trying? not when i can cum in you and give you one right fucking now—“  bakugou moans heavily into your ear, diving back into a sloppy kiss as he fumbles around with the string of his sweatpants. 

you’re whimpering out for him, pulling the blonde into a lustful trance while you make a move to kick off your underwear when the sound of shattering glass pierces through the bubble of horniness you’ve both created. “shit.”

you both freeze and your matching gazes drop to the floor; a rapidly growing stain of red wine spilling onto the carpet under the coffee table your take out was on. 

the fluffy white rug had been a housewarming gift that katsuki begrudgingly accepted from your old school friend and fellow pro, izuku midoriya— so the sight of the now ruined rug makes you both burst out into harmonious laughter. you’re sure the number one wouldn’t mind. it’d make a great wedding story too.

you focus your eyes back on katsuki, cupping his face as that same love filled smile from earlier returns to your face. ”let’s start trying tomorrow, then?”

“tomorrow it is.” bakugou grins back, dotting your hairline with sweet pecks before cuddling into you.

baby making can wait for now, he supposes, for with another day off— he has all the time and all the love in the world to give to you.

[aetheternity]

So sweet, just for me

Synopsis: Just some stories where reader takes care of Virgin! Armin.

Disclaimer: Unprotected sex, blowjobs, Sub Armin and sexually experienced Y/N are all present in this. Minors exit now.

☆☆Just Summer Things☆☆

Sweat coursed down the expanse of every inch of your body. Or maybe it was water you weren't really sure. A set of carefully trimmed nails shivered and shook beside your head, digging into the grimy tree bark. Locks of sun kissed blonde hair stuck to parts of your neck, face and collarbone as you coaxed Armin's breathing down. Forehead resting uncomfortably against the bark and your ass firmly seated against his hips.

"How do you feel sweet boy?"

"I-I.." He panted, pulling his face back a little. Blue doe eyes full of lust and the sweet shine of tears.

His cock currently pressed delicately against your g-spot during what started out as a normal water balloon fight. Between the boys and the girls of course. You guys had all come out during late afternoon, Sasha and Connie started tossing water balloons and teams formed accordingly.

At some point you'd run off to what you thought was a safe zone only to find Armin perched in the bushes. Contemplation etched into his soft features.

"Move slowly ok." You encourage. You were surprised by how big he was sure but the warning was more so this could last for a while.

He nodded where you were still holding the back of his head. His nails cautiously unlatching from the tree moving instead to sink into the fat of your hips while at the same time his once snugly nestled cock began to move. The sweet drag forcing your toes to curl and your eyes to shut. A small exhale cresting off your lips.

A breathy moan fell from his trembling lips as he pulls you in closer. Wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing around you like a lifeline.

You'd met Armin only two years ago through Jean and continued to crush on him for the entirety of those two years. Until today when he'd admitted to you that he was a little ashamed of being a virgin while consistently having to listen to Eren, Connie and Jean's conquests.

You told him they were probably lying about at least half of those stories but it only got you a small smile. So you decided to do him one better and offer to take his virginity.

It wasn't selfish. It was a win win. He would receive a conquest story to tell and you would get what you'd been craving since you'd first seen him in Jean's apartment shirtless and trying to help fix the messed up drain.

"Feels good?" You chuckle huskily

"Oh my God.." He huffs into your skin. 

His hips worked themselves up a little faster. A slightly clumsy pace forming but he was new at this so you weren't mad.

"Armin slow down baby, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

"I-i'm sorry.. j-ust feels amazing.."

One of his hands hesitantly snaked up your shirt. Skittish in the way he palmed at your breast. Though he quickly eased up when you replied to the affection with a little mewl.  

It felt surprisingly amazing for you as well. Considering the situation and the fact that Armin had never done this with anyone. This really was his first time.. What a weird thing to tell people. My first time was at a water balloon fight against a tree.

You hummed when the pleasure started to sit in your stomach. Legs trembling a bit as he pumped inside you a little faster. Any other time you would've just thrown your head back and relaxed, especially since his dick was so perfectly filling right now but-

"Armin, slow down." Your breathing was a little raspy.

He replied with a whimpery moan, thighs shaking against your sides. You reached an arm around grabbing his hips with your hand to slow them. It seemed to catch his attention because those soft doe eyes were wide.

"You'll get to cum baby I promise you, ease up a bit it's not a race." He nodded in affirmation and you smiled warmly.

Silk strands warm under your guided fingers as he pulled all the way out and slowly eased back in. A collective united moan exiting both your mouths. You'd shut your eyes but they worked themselves back open at the almost unnoticeable twitch of his cock head.

Your favorite part.

"Mm baby so close.." You whisper, your lip coming to tuck itself under your teeth.

A small chorus of yes's and little gasps fall from his open mouth. His skin somehow easing out of tomato red and into surface of the sun red.

You pull him close making sure his eyes were open. "I need you to cum for me ok? But make sure no one hears you." You say, and fuck is it gorgeous watching him come undone. Just like you'd imagined so many times before.

The tears once welling in his eyes spilled over like a faucet. Choked moans and harsh gasps worked their way off his lips. One of his hands flew back up to the tree where his nails soon dug the bark clean off. His hips stuttering through his entire orgasm. You were almost worried when his climax ended. The way he went silent except for his wild breathing.

"Armin?"

"Fuck.." He sighed

You couldn't help but giggle. "How was your first time?"

He gasps and rolls his eyes still stuck in euphoria. When he pulls out you take the opportunity to turn around. Working your panties up over your hips and pulling your fluttery skirt back down.

"Please, please let me do that again sometime.." He huffs finally managing words. You bring his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough for you.

"Only if you promise to stay my good boy." You reply pulling his shorts up till they rest comfortably on his hips.

"I promise." He remarks, almost too eager. "Oh! Wait you didn't get to c-"

"Hey, where did you guys go?" Armin practically separates from his skin as Connie and Jean round the corner. Water guns tucked in their grasp.

"When did you guys get those?" You asked nonchalantly.

Jean shrugged, "We made the game more interesting."

Connie shook his head running back around the corner as Sasha's battle cry sounded.

"Hurry and get back we need you out there Armin." And with that Jean was gone too.

You picked up Armin's discarded water balloon, placing it in his open palm. "See you out there, lover boy."

☆☆Showing Armin how to do Yoga☆☆

"Why's Armin coming over here so early again?" Sasha asked rolling over onto her side. The bag of cotton candy once perched on her thighs flopping over and nearly spilling its contents.

"To do Yoga!" You replied with a laugh sitting the bag upright next to her.

She groaned dramatically. "But it's six thirty am on a Saturday."

"No one told you to get up with me." You remark, pushing the coffee table to the edge of the room.

She holds her once displaced bag up for you to see. "It was calling out to me." She sighs, hugging it to her chest.

A knock on the door takes your concentration. As you pull it open you call back to her, "Well since you're up, you might as well join us."

"Nope!" She quickly scurries away with a wave of her hand. Cotton candy stuffed under her arm.

You shut the door behind Armin as he stares down the hall that Sasha had disappeared down. Your grin is bright almost devilish as it slowly spreads across your face.

"Seems like it's just the two of us." You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

You watch as he thickly gulps with a nod. Bite able Adam's apple bouncing but you pretend you don't notice. Your mat is already laid out on the floor but you can't stop yourself from bending over to smooth out the corners. Barely paying attention to Armin until you hear a small cough or maybe him choking it's not very clear.

He's holding his mat in his arms defensively across his chest. Silk strands of blond hair fluttering when he blinks. His cheeks a beautifully vibrant pink.

"I-I wanted to th-thank you.." He says, blue eyes trained where they stared at your mat. "For.. the- um.." He gestures and you can't help but giggle.

"The sex?"

Now his eyes find you. Blown wide as his pink lips part over a word that never succeeds in leaving his mouth. Your feet pat over the floor as you close the distance between the two of you. His cheeks warm under your delicate grasp and you hold his face almost as though you're sure he'll shatter.

"You're so cute, please never change."

You're almost scared it sounds condescending but the soft rosy color trudging up to the tips of Armin's ears says he doesn't agree.

You turn back to your mat with a smile but just before you sit on it you add, "And you never have to thank me for sex, I'd do it with you anytime."

He nods once as if responding to you and then twice as if he's confirming that you did indeed say what he heard. The soft plap of his mat on the floor reminding you of what you were both here for.

"Ok, let's begin then." You take a deep breath, adjusting the scrunchie holding your hair in place. "First we wanna stretch alright, so I just need you to reach up above your head with both hands and reposition your feet."

You demonstrate using yourself and Armin awkwardly copies. Slender fingers curling towards the sky as he slowly relaxes his shoulders. You can't help but let your mind wander a little as a glint of light flickers off the steel rings decorating three of his gorgeous digits.

You had fingered yourself last time the two of you were together and now you were craving him. Wondering what the warmth of just one of those inside you would feel like.

"Spread your legs more." You encourage, meanwhile it nearly has Armin doubling back. "Dirty boy." You tease

You stand in front of him gently kicking his legs apart. Easy enough. And he responds to every bit of your touch like he craved you too.

And well you wanna tell yourself that you had actually had completely innocent intentions when you'd invited Armin over here today. He genuinely had never done Yoga before and you knew Sasha was gonna be here. So yeah, you'd love to say you wanted nothing but to relax Armin in this encounter.

But you couldn't even keep a straight face while thinking it.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" He squats, carefully coming back up. Arms reaching out on both sides as you coaxed him. "A little lower sweetie." You say as his ass hovers inches over the mat.

And oh to be the mat.

You step back until you're completely back on your mat. "I'm sure your arms are tired, you can put them down now." You wave him off and he lets out a smooth exhale. "Feel relaxed yet?"

"A little." He replies with a confident smile.

"Then you're ready for the next part." You clap "I need you to bend over and touch your toes alright."

He shuts his eyes, pretty lips parting over your choice of words. What you wouldn’t give right at this second to be a mind reader. His back arches, ankles locking together as you demonstrated. "Good, good boy. Back straight." You sink your thumb into his black athletic shirt to touch his spine. And he hardens with your touch. "Don't be shy, it's just me." You mutter, breath heavy.

Fuck! Touching his back muscles this up close and personal made you wanna sink your nails into them. Leave lines up and down his soft supple skin as a mark that you'd always be his first. No one else would ever get that privilege. 

"I-I.."

Shit.

"Ok, you can stand."

You pretend not to notice the way he shifts his sweats as he stands. This time you vow to actually stay on your mat.

"You should know this position." Your legs spread on one end of the mat while your hands came down to lay flat near the opposite end. "Try it."

Carefully he gets into the position you're currently doing but not without peaking at your figure. His blond hair dipping towards the mat and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks.

"Now we're gonna slowly curve our bodies down until our pelvis touches the floor." You say, head curving up toward the ceiling. For once Armin has immediate trouble, hips dangling weirdly over the ground. His arms trying and failing to steady himself.

"What's the matter? Wanna try a different position?"

"N-no it's nothing.."

You plop down on your mat, crossing your legs and gesturing for him to do the same and even without his reluctance you already know what's wrong. He slowly but surely rotates his hips, spreading his legs. His hardened dick print on full display.

You don't even try to hide the slow slither of your tongue wetting your lips. You quickly turn your head before crawling your way over to a very very flushed Armin. Sweat glistening perfectly over his pale skin.

"W-wait Sasha!" He panics, his arms flailing a bit as he backs up slightly.

"Shh it's ok, she definitely fell back asleep the second she went back in her room." You reply crawling towards him again.

"But you know I c-can't keep q-uiet. Wh-what if she h-hears!"

Your hands inched past his now loosened sweats to gently squeeze his hardened cock through his boxers. Both his hands flew to his mouth giving you a new gorgeous view of those pretty rings.

His eyes roll unfocused with every sweet glide of your hand. Tears already starting to brim along the edges of his warm eyes.

“Do you always wear those rings for physical activities or is it just for me?” 

“I-I just forgot to take them off..” 

“Did you?” You can tell your smile is shitty. Just from the way his eyes dart away from yours "You've never been blown either have you?" You ask getting back on topic.

"N-no." It's a muffled response but it hits your ears loud and clear.

"Another story for the growing journal then." You tease

You honestly can't help yourself. Lips curving and confining his tip like a vise. Precum salty where it stains your tongue. His gasp bouncing off the wall so elegantly. So fucking perfect. But even though Sasha is a heavy sleeper you were still worried she'd wake up before you finished.

So as much as you wanted to tease.

"Can I pull these down baby? I know your dick wants some relief."

He complies, oddly quickly. And you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to hug the tops of his thighs. 

And his dick is gorgeous. You hadn't actually seen it before but fuck was it pretty, standing tall and leaking before you.

You inch forward spit dribbling from your lips to be collected in the hand that was working his slender shaft. It had Armin's hips bucking up to greet you. His sweet whines egging you on.

And slowly but surely.... "Oh my fucking god."

It was an adjustment. Not as smooth as you would've liked because of the weird angle but you'd taken a little more than half of his dick in your mouth. A mildly painful fit made up for by the angelic cries of Armin just above you.

"Pl-please.. oh God please.."

He couldn't tell what he wanted to hold, hands shifting to the top of your head, the floor and his rolled up sweats all in less than a minute. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest every time you swallowed his cock again.

You wanted to speed ahead so bad, see him just as flustered as he had been last week when he had his cock buried deep inside your pussy but it was obvious he wasn't going to last long either way.

Disorganized syllables flooding off his lips with the occasional whimper of "thank you" and "yes". His throat heavy with every curse word he knew stuck in it. Breaths quick and uneven as you coaxed him down your throat. Vibrations coursing past your lips to meet his already sensitive sex.

"I-i'm.. gonna cum.. mmm soooo close! Gonna cum!"

His choked breaths fell over your forehead and in the next second he was emptying every bit of his stress into your mouth. Eyes clouded like Armin wasn't even in there anymore. And you drained him of every drop, reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls.

When you pulled off of him he let out a deep exhale. Body still shaking as he looked at you.

"Thank you so much." He grinned hazily

"God, I wanna be as many of your firsts as possible." You breathe out a laugh.

☆☆The one where Eren walks in☆☆

It wasn't often you came back to the same guy. Every now and then you had one night stands and that's all it ended up being. You'd always been fine with that.

But Armin made you stay. His shaky fingers, nervous tongue and tear stained cheeks so oddly addictive. Intoxicating in how innocent he stayed despite having two sexual encounters with you.

And now here you both were having your third in his bed. Bodies melded together in the heat of both your sweat. Eyes fixated on only each other as his head tilted up like a hungry baby bird to pull you back in every time you fled.

And you indulged him as much as possible because fuck he was the cutest thing. Your hands gliding over his back and up to his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. Spine curving deliciously when he grazed over your g-spot.

"Armin.. there." You breathed

Your free hand slid between your bodies making space for those slender fingers to work over your clit.

"Flick it." You encouraged, he immediately did as he was told earning a moan of approval.

"Good boy." You hum, lip trembling where it curves under your teeth.

The once soft pink of his face deepened with the compliment. A little smile decorating his gorgeous features. Just another thing to add to your growing folder of mental images.

"There honey.. keep going." You cooed over the little whimper fluttering off his lips as you hugged his cock. "You remember that spot right? The one that you hit when we were outside?"

"Yeah.. I think it was.." His hips remained delicate as he slid right into place. One leg up as he slotted his cock inside you. Heat pooled in the lowest depths of your stomach with the hesitant prodding of his tip to your g-spot. Eyes curving up to yours for further instruction.

"Mmhm that's it.. hit it a little harder ok."

It was all sorts of clumsy but he rammed your g-spot full force. An apology made its way to his throat but eye contact and the choked gasp that left your mouth soon proved it wasn't needed. You spread your legs a little further for him and he grabbed your waist smoothly working your hips over his dick.

"You're doing so well." You giggled taking a hold of his face. "And you're holding out much longer this time."

"Y-yeah but I'm almost there.." He sighed, fingers working at your clit a little faster. Right in time with the faster tempo of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel soooo good." He drawls

His lips parted, eyes flying north. You hugged him a little tighter as his chest pushed you up and down with each thrust. The once gentle drag of your nails now much rougher. As you let it slip just how much you were enjoying this.

Let your mouth fall open for the words circling your brain. Stomach heavy as Armin fucked you with intention. You brushed beads of sweat back from his face. His hair going up with it, clumping together atop his head.

"Mm gonna cum.." He moaned, head lolling with the intensity of his full body tremor.

"Hey Armin-"

"Eren!" Armin nearly shot up as Eren pushed the door open with zero warning.

Armin's free hand stayed on your clit completely stagnant. Tip twitching inside you, he didn't even have time to cover his mouth. Moans and whimpers pouring out from his still parted lips. Every bit of your fifteen minute effort now seen and heard by Eren who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Eren.." You greeted, pulling your hand away from your upturned lips. Meanwhile Armin's face is buried deep in your shoulder blade. Where you already assumed he'd be staying for the next hour.

"Uh huh.." Eren replied, slamming the door shut. "Mikasa, he's busy let's go!" You heard him call as his boots clicked down the hall.

You don’t say a word till you hear the front door open and close, “You ok?” 

“Any chance Eren didn’t hear that?..” He whispered 

“Not in hell or on Earth love.” 

‘Then no..” 

[concentrateandpush]

I come from a very lonely background, I barely ever saw my Mom other than when she would bring men back to fuck for money. So when I met Charles and he told me that he had a huge family, that was really exciting to me. They have a tradition where if someone is having a baby, they’ll all be around, waiting, supporting and helping the best they can.

The idea was a lot scarier than now, I started to feel contractions last night, but at around 5 this morning, they amped up a little and we called everyone over. We have a pool set up, a mattress on the floor with comfortable blankets, the fire is on and all ten of his siblings are here, Charles’s father, Keith and his three wives, Vanessa, Caroline and Sharon. It was weird when I met them, but it’s kinda sweet now.

“Can I get you anything babe?” Charles asks as his little sisters, triplets, jump on the mattress manically. With a little smile as I watch them, I shake my head “I’m good thank you”. I’m sat on the couch, naked, trying to bring myself to calm down. As a contraction hits, I steady myself, spreading my legs and shutting my eyes, Vanessa, Charles’s Mom comes and starts to rub my back in the exact right spot. “You’re doing great honey” she assures me as my stomach tightens. Taking some deep breaths, I blow them out with moans, trying to keep sound to a minimum.

“It hurts so bad” I whisper, tearing up a little as I feel myself, just to see if there’s any progress. “I know it does, it feels like only yesterday Sharon gave birth to the triplets, it feels like only two minutes ago I had Charles” she smiles and reaches her hand over my vagina, rubbing her palm over my clit and slipping a finger inside me. “You’re getting there, slowly, you’re a seven now” she says quietly. I groan and throw my head back “why is it taking so long?” I ask as Charles’s sister, Juno, comes and sits next to me “you didn’t expect them to just slide on out whilst you slept, right?” She chuckles and I roll my eyes.

“Oh, Ohh!” I cry out as I grip Juno’s hand, feeling myself peak. “How can I get things to speed up?” I cry as it comes down. “You’ve been doing this for.. thirty four hours now sweetheart, there’s not much you can do.. perhaps sex?” Vanessa suggests and I look to Charles who is talking with his Dad “he seems busy” I say softly “I.. maybe I’ll take myself away..” I say as I motion for them to help me up. Things got so hard about a week ago, considering the fact that I’m 42 weeks now, it’s no surprise.

Once I’m up, I head to the bedroom and lay down on the bed slowly and opening my legs, rubbing my belly gently all over, I’ll miss this, though Charles plans on breeding me, so it probably won’t be for long. I feel myself throbbing and I awkwardly reach for my clit, slowly starting to rub circles on it, panting already. “B-babe” Charles gazes from the door, in awe of me. “Care if I join?” He giggles and comes over, instantly eating from me. My legs spread wide as I grip the bed sheets. “F-fuck, babe! Babe! Calm.. calmer” I whisper, he’s ravenous, so am I.

I feel him pull my legs so that I’m on the end of the bed, I watch him as he looks down and admires my bump. “I’ll miss this.. I can’t wait to put another baby in you.. maybe three this time” he grins and I feel him force his whole dick inside me, he’s huge and I scream in pain mixed with pleasure. “Holy-“ I scream and my eyes instantly water. “It hurts! Stop! Stop please!” I groan as he pulls out “I’m out, babe, I’m out” he assures me “I’m sorry, baby, let me rub it better” he whispers and I shake my head “help me” I demand as I get on my knees and motion for him to lay down.

He holds my hips as I straddle him “mm baby” I groan as I squat and lower myself onto him, feeling my maximum capacity hit. “Fuck..” I groan as I bounce with his support, bouncing faster and faster until he picks me up and fucks me against the wall, I can see he’s close by his eyes. “Harder” I demand, he obeys immediately, it hurts but I love the pain. I feel a shift inside me and I look into his eyes, feeling my bag tear open from inside me, my waters breaking all over him as I squeal, partly with excitement, the other with pain.

“Does Ms Lovell want to cum before pushing baby out?” He asks and I nod “please”. The pain is growing but I need to cum, I have to cum. “Baby, just.. rub my clit.. or even use the toy” I shrug as he picks up my vibrator and holds it on me. He loves the show. “Gimme” I whisper and take it, holding it on my clit, I have one leg on the floor and the other on the bed, lunging as I moan and watch myself drip onto the bed sheets. “I’m close” I whisper and fall into doggy style burying my face in the sheets as I squirt everywhere, feeling myself pour out, Charles just watches and shoots his load over my ass.

But with in seconds, the screams of pleasure turn into pain. “We need to get you downstairs” Charles demands and I shake my head “I can’t for a minute” I moan, spreading my legs whilst I stay on all fours. “It hurts, it.. my back! Baby my back!” I cry but he’s gone to fetch everyone. The second I realise I’m alone I panic. “Babe! Babe! Help!!” I cry, moving onto the bed on my back, spreading myself open and crying as I grip the sheets, I’m sweating pints and my legs are shaking like they’re on vibrate. With in seconds, he’s back, and the whole family come through. “Hey, okay, okay, sweetheart” Caroline calms me.

“It’s not okay, I can’t- I can’t-“ I cry as I throw my hand down protectively over myself. “Yes you can, of course you can” Caroline assures me. This is when things really intensify. “Please help me” I sob as my body really starts to hurt. “Okay, let’s work through this contraction and then get you downstairs, I think you’re close to pushing, are you feeling pressure?” She asks and I nod, holding my breath and letting a long shriek out which terrifies all of the kids.

The second it stops, everyone picks me up supporting me in different ways as they get me downstairs and into the water. The second I’m in, everyone starts to bring stuff over, towels, blankets, scissors, hot water, ice cubes. I just try to catch my breath and I look to Charles and reach my arms out for him to hold me. “Okay, you’re about a nine or ten, so whenever you feel that urge to start pushing, you can just go for it” Caroline smiles as Vanessa and Sharon share a moment and Keith watches Charles proudly.

I rest my arms on the back of the pool and grit my teeth as the contraction sets in, immediately taking advantage of finally being able to push, bearing down and gripping onto everything I can, it takes me by surprise how relieving and yet excruciatingly painful pushing is.

“Okay, why don’t you get in with her?” Vanessa suggests to Charles and he nods as he removes his shirt and steps in, sitting down behind me and spreading his legs either side of me, cupping my belly in his hands. “Fuck, Charlie!” I scream as I feel myself opening a little, grabbing his thighs and noticing part of him digging into my back. This.. this is a turn on for him.

“Mmm, babe, you’re doing so good” he whispers gruffly into my ear. “Is this.. hot to you?” I whisper as the contraction closes. He looks at me and blushes. “I’ll bear that in mind for next time.. maybe we can do it.. alone” I whisper and look around “can I get out..” I ask and everyone quickly rushes to help me “babe, sit on the chair” I grumble and he obeys. Once he’s on the chair I look to him “I want to spread my legs over your thighs and push on your lap” I say softly. “That way I can look at you..” I say quietly, realising that he can then see all of my pain.

“Can you help me?” I ask the ladies and they all get me on his lap comfortably “ouch, ouch ouch ouch” I whimper as I spread my legs and Sharon kneels to watch me open. I feel the next contraction and I wrap my arms around Charles’s neck, feeling the need get stronger and stronger before I let go and start to really push as hard as I can. “Nnghhhh” I groan, feeling my whole face go red “mmmphhhh” I whimper before pressing my forehead on his. “Nice job Momma you’re opening nicely” Sharon says softly and Caroline kneels with her holding some tissue over my ass, which settles my mind a lot.

“Baby’s head is looking a bit on the larger side okay sweetheart? So this is going to be a slow process” she tells me and I nod, tearing up some more and resting on Charles. My stomach presses into him and I feel how hard he is. Everyone is around us, just watching, but if they weren’t, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.

“Okay, give me a big push” Caroline demands and I take a breath, grunting the push out in an earthy low tone. “I can’t” I shake my head and Charles whispers “yes you fucking can, push”. I shyly nod and push even harder. “Push harder” he demands and I shake my head “you don’t underst-“ I start and he tilts my head and kisses my lips softly “harder for me” he demands and I swallow thickly before gripping his thighs and pushing some more “it.. it’s tearing me!” I cry and Sharon laughs a little “sweetheart it’s not, I can see it, you’re stretching well” she assures me.

“Let’s get you on the bed, Charles you sit and Lena, in his lap, he can pull your legs open from behind” Vanessa says softly. I nod and look to Charles to help me up but he just stands, lifting me, my belly pressing into him and getting a little crushed. He stands and holds me there for a moment. “Get down, I need to push” I say weakly and he whispers “push here, as I hold you”. I look to Vanessa and motion for her to come and make sure it’s all okay. I grip around his neck and slowly start to push lightly, building it into more of a hard and steady push.

“Amazing, Lena, you’re doing it!” Vanessa squeals excitedly. “Please, put me down” I beg him and he shakes his head before I start to really push with all my might “nnnhaaaHHHH!” I cry out, seeing Juno cringe behind him “GAAAAAHHHH!!!” I scream and Vanessa looks at him “quick put her down” she demands and he does so, sitting behind me and pulling my legs back as Vanessa feels around. It burns so fucking bad. “Okay, okay, pant” Sharon says as Caroline comes and rubs my inner thighs to calm me.

“Get it out!” I cry “please! Please get it out!” I sob and Vanessa looks up “push! They’re ready and waiting to be delivered” she smiles and I bear down against the force that Charles is pulling my legs back with. The noises I make terrify the kids to the point where Keith has sent the littles out, but he stays to observe. “One big push” Sharon smiles and I do exactly that with a loud whale before feeling the gush of fluid burst around the head.

“Let baby’s head turn” she says strictly and I nod. Caroline finds a mirror and holds it where I can see the head turn, so can Charles, I feel him grow harder into me. “So fucking hot” he whispers to me and I look back. “I’m all yours next time” I assure him before seeing the head stop turning and stay in position. “It’s coming” I whisper and start to scream, like, scream scream. The shoulders are killing me, but I’m doing it. “Harder, push, push, push” Charles starts and everyone joins in, chanting to push, even the kids do.

“Hhhnngaaaaaaaa!” I cry and stop as I feel them slide out “oh my… baby, baby, oh my god” I sob and watch Sharon lift her up onto my chest “baby girl, you’re so beautiful” I whisper and rub her back gently as Charles starts to sob “she’s the spitting image of you” he cries.

(Let me know if you want the next birth..)

[dr4cking]

BIRTHDAY SMUT

Birthday Boy.

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y/n look up at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall. its 12am sharp, confirming the next date has arrived, which means that it's June 5 now.

she was feeling excited and nervous as she finishes wrapping up the present that she will give to one of her best friends, draco malfoy.

they had been best friends for long years, it started in 2nd year and became inseparable since then and now they both are already graduated.

as they grew up they often flirted with each other, always got jealous when the other see another person.

they both knew that they always wanted to be 'more'. the sexual tension between the two is becoming too hard to ignore, but they were too scared to ruin their friendship.

she stood in front of her mirror, taking the last look at herself. she decided to dress up, it was a special day after all.

she wore a dark green satin dress because draco's favorite color is green and paired it up with silver heels. she had decided to put black lingerie underneath her dress incase 'it' happens.

she had asked her parents to let her stay in malfoy manor today so she can celebrate draco's birthday. and because their parents know each other too, they let her stay there.

she swishes her wand and in a second she was apparated to malfoy manor hall, it was really dark but she still managed to found his bedroom, she knocks softly on his door not wanting to wake his parents.

the door opened, revealing the blonde-haired guy who stood straightly with a genuine smile on his face.

draco is wearing his usual black suit which always making him look hotter than he already is.

she feels her heart will going to jump out of its place at any second when she cant take her eyes off of him.

"you came," he said as he greeted and taking her hand in his guiding her in. they both sit at the edge of his bed.

"of course, i wouldnt miss my best friend's birthday, making sure i was the first celebrating your birthday." she laughed softly making draco chuckle.

"you look so beautiful in that dress, love. green really suits you.”

draco once again take her hand in his and brought it to his lips and kiss it, making her cheeks heated at his action and the nickname he just called her.

"here, happy birthday draco." she placed the gift in his hand.

his eyes lit up and he immediately opens it, making y/n getting more nervous waiting for his reaction.

"oh merlin! this is so cool y/n!! i love it so much!"

he took out the black ring that had a snake symbol carved in it from its place and put it on his ring finger, taking a look and admiring it.

"i’m so glad you like it, draco! i wasnt sure what to get you then i remembered you've been looking at this ring when we passed the store last week"

"thank you so much y/n!! you dont have to do this i appreciate it so much, you're the best thing that ever happened to me, love."

he pulls her by her waist and kisses her forehead, thanking her.

no one has ever treated him like the way she does and he's so grateful to have someone like her in his life.

"aww stop it draco or i will cry in front of you now" she laughs, nudging his elbow making him laughs too but he suddenly stopped and looking at his lap.

"whats wrong, dray? are you okay? did i do something wrong?" she asks worriedly tilting his chin making him looking up at her.

"i'm afraid that i have to say this, y/n..” he takes a big sigh looking into her eyes.

“what is it? tell me i wont judge, draco”

“i- i think i’m in love with you, y/n. no! i know that i am in love with you, i have always been."

he inhales deeply and broke the eye contact, looking anywhere but her eyes, knowing his sudden confession would make him lost her this instant.

"draco, look at me" y/n said as she tilts his chin again making him look at her.

"oh god.. i’m sorry y/n i shouldnt have said that! i was just- its just i- i cant hold it anymore y/n. i need to get this out of my chest and now look, i just ruined us"

"oh draco.. you're not ruining anything, quite the opposite actually, you just made the right move, i'm in love with you too, idiot, always have been."

she chuckles and cupped his face in her hands, pressing both of their foreheads, looking at each other causing a shy smile to appear back on his face.

he tilted his head and wasting no time to smashed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately, showing her how much he loves her which she gladly returned with the same passion.

he put one of his hands on her throat and the other on her waist pulling her closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged softly on his hair making him moan into the kisses.

as the kiss turning into a full makeout, he lays her down to his bed, resting both of his hands on the side of her head still kissing her hungrily.

his suit already thrown out on the floor and her heels too. she snapped back to reality and realizing what is gonna happen then flipping their position over and now she is on top of him straddling him.

"let me do all the work draco, today is all about you, wanna make this special and a night to remember, let me make you feel good, love."

she slowly grinding against him after earning eager nods from him, both of them let out a moan at the feeling.

then she gets down and started to unbuckle his belt, kissing his growing tent and palming him through his trousers causing him to squirmed under her touch.

getting excited she pulls his trousers and boxers down, throwing them somewhere as draco's hard swollen cock sprang free and standing tall in front of her, begging for attention.

she moans at the pretty sight, licking her lips, craving to feel him. she runs her fingers around him and placing soft kisses on his inner thighs before going up to the part he needed the most.

draco let out a throaty groan when y/n finally take his hard cock in her hands pumping him, his body jolted out as he feels y/n kitten lick his tip, his hand founding its way to her hair.

she looks up to him with innocent eyes who already watching her movements, she smiles and took his balls in her mouth making draco instantly moan her name, his other hand gripped on the sheets.

then she pulls out to rest her jaw and lick a straight line on his cock from the base to the tip then going all in, his cock feels so heavy and full in her mouth, draco is already a moaning mess.

"fuck y/n- feels so g-good.." her name repeatedly left his lips like a prayer as he keeps moaning her.

she bobbed her head up and down at a steady pace, hollowing her cheeks and pulling draco deeper each time she suck him.

"yes y/n, just like that, fuck.. feels so fucking good"

she swirls her tongue around his length, sucking on his tip and taking him back inside her mouth again, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that she couldnt fit in her mouth at the same pace making sure that part got pleasures too.

he bucked his hips accidentally making her gagged and choked out, saliva dripping off her mouth and eyes watering.

"shit i’m sorry y/n!" he said as he watches her struggling.

"do that again, draco."

y/n replied as she took him back inside her mouth, and hand still stroking his cock. draco groaned and buck his hips again, making her gagged and moaning at the same time, the vibration sending him near to his high.

she noticed his cock twitched in her mouth and begin to suck faster and deeper, her hand move to his balls and massaging them helping him reach his high.

he let out a low scream of her name as he shots his warm liquids down to her throat, his legs are shaking. y/n moaned and pulls him out showing draco that she swallowed all of his cum. he smirked and mutters a 'good girl' to her.

"how was it, draco?" she asks him smirking as she slowly sat up and straddling him again.

"fuck.. you have no idea y/n.. that was amazing, the best i ever had" he replied as he still catching his breath.

she smiles at him and takes off her dress slowly showing draco her black lingerie. his pupils widened at the view in front of him.

"god y/n.. you are insanely gorgeous, you look so hot in this lingerie, darling. are you preparing all of this for me? planning all of this cause you know this is going to happen, yeah?"

his hands are now roaming around her body, admiring her in every way he could. she blushes and nodded, taking her lingerie off of her showing draco her full body making him embarrassingly moaned at the view.

she starts grinding her now bare cunt on his still hard cock, earning a soft whimper from the boy under her. his hands instantly gripped her hips helping her grinding faster, her wetness now coating his cock.

"now enjoy the ride, mr. malfoy" she said as she lifts her body and pumps his cock lining his tip against her lubricating it with her juices making both of them groaning at the sensation.

she sunk down on his cock, filling her up in a perfect way. its like their bodies fit together and were made for each other.

they’re moaning each other as draco is fully inside her. she paused and take a few seconds to adjust to his size.

"mhm.. fuck- you're so big draco.. fill me up so good inside"

she starts bouncing up and down, resting her hands on draco's chest as she picks up her pace, throwing her head back and screwing her eyes shut in pleasure.

"you're so tight y/n, wrapping my cock so tight, taking me so well" draco praises between his moans, his hands gripped harder on her hips helping her bouncing faster.

"do you like how i ride you, dray?" she leaned into his ear, blowing her hot breath and biting his earlobe making him shuddered.

"y- yes mommy" draco's breath hitched as y/n suddenly going faster, her walls now hugging his cock very tight.

she let out a groan hearing draco called her 'mommy'.

placing her lips on his jawline, licking it then going down to his neck, sucking hard as she found his sweet spot causing draco to moan his raspy voice into her ear, turning her even more.

y/n starts to give him her lovebites and marking him as hers sending butterflies to his stomach.

she put her hand on his throat, choking him lightly while her other hand toying with his nipple, making draco whine. pulling her closer to him and captured her lips on his to muffle his moans.

she broke the kiss and screaming his name out loud as his cock nearly brushing her cervix and hitting her g-spot.

"shit.. you feel so good inside me dray"

she rolled her hips faster on his cock, her tits bouncing up and down in front of him and he caught her nipple in his mouth and buried his face on her breasts, enjoying the warmness.

"ah- you feel so good too, fuck- never felt this good mommy"

his breath got stuck and he feels his cock twitched inside her indicating both of them that he was close, y/n seems close too as she bites her lips feeling the coil in her stomach tightened.

"cum for mommy, baby boy"

y/n rolls her hips and bouncing faster, tightening her grip on his throat.

and that was it for draco, he moans her name out loud not caring if someone might hear as he spilled his cum inside, filling her to the brim, ropes of his warm cum shooting inside her.

y/n cant help but cum all over his cock at the feeling of his cum shooting inside her nonstop, her walls clenching and squeezing hard on him.

both of them are a mess, legs shaking, vision blurry as they were on cloud nine, she rolled her hips lazily to ride out their orgasms before collapsing on top of draco, both panting heavily.

"fuck you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that, love" draco said softly as he caressing her cheeks pulling her in for a sweet loving kiss.

"happy birthday, draco." y/n broke the kiss smiling at him tiredly, giving lovely kisses all over his face.

"best birthday ever, thank you my love for everything. i love you so much..” he kissed her lips one more time.

“i love you so much too, dray.”

those were the last words they spoke before both of them drifted off to sleep with a smile on their faces.

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