#but the girl playing Belly is pretty and I think I could have a better time with it in tv form. Or not we’ll see.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

Am about to start watching tsitp because I haven’t been watching anything (aside from stuff for my film class. but like no tv the past two months) and I want to watch something unserious (bcs midterms brain) and set in a small town (for Henrietta vibes because I’ll transpose some trc vibes onto anything I consume rn). Might liveblog

[bunnis-monsters]

Cat hybrid reader going through her first heat after taking heat suppresent pills all her life with werewolf husband(NSFW obv). This sounds kinda cute in my head.... I can't explain it.... Like getting married and then finally deciding that you want to let yourself go through a natural process which you were suppressing all your life.

Happy 5k! If this isn't something you'll write, I am sorry, please do not block me, I can't tell if this is following the rules or not.

Your husband held your hand as you started the morning without taking your heat suppressant pill for the first time.

You wanted to have kittens with him so badly, and he wanted to fuck you full of pups, so the two of you decided that it was beast for you to temporarily stop taking them so you could mate properly.

“You think it’ll be okay?” he asked, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

You frowned, leaning against him. “I’m not sure… it’ll take a few days for the suppressant to leave my system. I’ll find out then…”

And find out you did.

Your husband returned home after a long day of work, only for his cock to immediately strain against his pants when he picked up the smell of your heat. He could hear your desperate little mews from the bedroom, walking in to see you crying and begging for release.

You had never felt such an ache in your cunt, and had never really felt the urge to masturbate so you had no idea what to do. He watched you struggle to finger yourself and play with your clit, your pretty kitty tail rubbing against your fat, wet pussy.

“Poor baby, can’t even make herself cum…”

He fucked his fingers into you, making your back arch. “Mmph! P-please, need more!”

You panted, your body feeling like it was on fire. His fingers were a little help, but it was like throwing a bucket of water on a house fire.

You needed more.

“Shh, sweetheart. Gotta stretch you out, okay? Can you be my good girl and wait for me?”

He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, trying his best to stretch you out as quickly as possible.

You nearly lost it when you felt him kiss your inner thigh, his lips moving to your fat pussy. He licked your clit, sucking on it as his fingers kept fucking into you.

After a few moments you cried out, cumming on his fingers and writhing on the bed. Orgasming while in heat was like nothing you’d ever felt before!

Your entire body spasmed as he pulled out his fingers from your aching pussy with a wet squelch. It took him a second to compose himself, watching your pussy ooze. There was a mess under your hips already, and your scent alone was driving him insane!

He already towered over you, but now he seemed to loom over your body like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.

He rolled you onto your fat tummy, lifting your hips so he could properly mount you. By now, he was going off of pure instinct, ready to breed his fertile little mate.

“Mew…”

You let out a pathetic little meow as he sunk into you. The two of you had sex before, but now it was an entirely different experience.

The pleasure was multiplied tenfold, and he was so much more intense than he had been previously. “Wanna make puppies with you! W-wanna-!”

You buried your face into the pillow as he pounded your kitty cunt. His grip on your tail made you cry out, arching your back so he could reach you better.

Your hips and legs were easily lifted off the bed as he began using your fat pussy to get off, his mind fat gone. You didn’t mind, the feeling of him knotting you and filling your belly with cum over and over again was the only thing helping to calm the heat in your body.

The next day, your mate fussed over you, feeling terrible that he went overboard and lost control.

“I’m sorry, little one… your heat, it just-“

You butted your head against him affectionately, purring as he began to pet you.

“I think it’s what I needed… thank you for being with me for my first heat.”

“Of course… I’m your husband and mate, it’s my responsibility to take care of you.”

The two of you spent the morning cuddling in bed, soft purrs and loving mews filling the air.

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[bunny-jpeg]

sinful sentences (thirteen)

jenson button - "I want to make you mine."

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/45), flirty!reader, unprotected sex & baby trapping, doggy style, jenson is smitten (read: unhinged), dark-ish themes

sinful sentences catalogue

you were a flirt, that was what you were good at. flash a pretty smile, wear a low-cut top and any man would happily give over some cash. flutter your eyelashes and give them a sweet laugh at their corny jokes, and the bills grew in value.

jenson was smitten, needy for your attention. he loved how you felt in his hands, how his lips felt against yours. and when he was lucky, his cock snug inside of your achy, soaked cunt. maybe it was time getting to him and missing so-called glory days. but he liked the little flirt he often saw at the bar, and he liked taking you home.

but he believed that you could do a hell of a lot better than the bar you frequented. someone quiet, secluded, with an apron around your waist, dinner on the table and his child growing in your belly.

"hey, beautiful." he purred as he draped an arm around you, "look a little lonely tonight." his lips grazed your jaw, "sad that no one's giving you attention, tinkerbell?"

"shut up." you replied and when you looked at him. when your gaze met his, he pulled you in for a heated kiss. that shut you up quite quickly. you hated it, he had this way with you that made your core simmer.

"i want to make you mine." he said, "tonight."

"i could never be yours, jenson. don't be stupid." you laughed.

there was a reason why all the men got to look but not touch, but jenson often got handfuls of your flesh and his cock buried inside of you. when he pulled away from the kiss, he smiled at you, " are you done, tinkerbell? gonna be good for me?" he leaned in, "because my wallet is feeling a little heavy, and i think you could lighten the load."

and then like a lamb you tucked yourself closer to him. you knew you were a slut for his attention, he was older, wiser, wealthier. he knew what he could get from you and it made you aroused. it didn't hurt that his cock was rather big and he knew exactly how to use it.

"when have i ever been good for you?" you asked playfully.

jenson chuckled lowly, "that's what i like to hear. causing my problems, making me watch you be a total fucking flirt. but you always come back to me." he kissed your cheek.

"are you going to give me what i want?" you asked softly as you played with the top button of the light blue shirt he wore. you then spread your hand across his chest, "please?"

jenson's smile grew, "of course, honey. i'll always give you what you want. but, you have to be a good girl for me. so put away the teeth, angel, and let's have some fun tonight."

you ended up back at his home, the expensive kind of apartment with a price tag that made most raise their eyebrows. he had the money so why not spend it.

he was quick to undress you, and while the couch was closer he did have the capacity to be a gentleman and guided you to the bedroom. your clothes remained in a pile on the floor in the living room as he shepred you into the bedroom. then, when you got through the door he got you up in his arms and onto the bed.

"hands and knees, beautiful."

"are you going to use a condom?"

jenson flashed that winner's smile, "of course, tinkerbell. gotta play it safe for you, right?" the plan was turning in his head. easy to lie with your face in the covers. he patted your cheek and leaned in to kiss you on the lips. you tasted like cranberry juice and vodka, and he tasted like rum and coke.

his other hand on your thigh as he held you. his cock stirred in his jeans at the taste of you against him. you felt like something else, you could scam your way into some cash with just a few smiles. but jenson was greedy.

"hands and knees, beautiful. i want to see that pretty pussy and that lovely ass of yours." he chuckled before he pulled away and you got on your chest and knees with your ass in the air. perfect for him.

jenson played with your pussy as he got undressed, he dragged his fingers across it. played with your clit and even sank his digits into you. he felt the tight wet heat and he wondered how many men ran through you before. but, that didn't matter now. not when he had you in his metaphorical jaws.

it'll be the only cock you needed now, jenson would take care of his wife. there wasn't even a question if you would be his wife or not. he knew you'd walk down that aisle. he wasn't raising his baby without a ring on your finger.

you held onto the pillow under your head and heard him move around once he was undressed. you looked over and saw him get a condom out a desk drawer and you exhaled a sigh of relief. he smiled wickedly when you put your face back into the pillows.

when you weren't looking at him, the unused condom was dumped in the waste bin. he said as he approached you, his heavy cock bobbed as he got up behind you on the bed. he admired the glossiness of your cunt and licked his lips.

all for him, only for him.

he sank into you, no protection keeping that pretty pussy of yours safe. no, tonight you were going to take jenson raw. the thought excited him as he shifted his knees on the bed to get a better angle to fuck you. he pressed you at the middle of your shoulders, pushing you further into the bed with your pretty ass up against his hips. you felt amazing, the tight heat of your cunt wrapped up around him.

jenson button was one lucky bastard tonight.

he rocked up into you. his movements started off slow yet powerful. he moved up against you, both hands at your hips. he used it as leverage to move against you. it felt amazing, your cunt held onto him tightly.

like your body knew it wanted to get pregnant. and who was jenson to deny a beautiful woman what she so desired. your words said one thing and your body said another.

"fuck, jenson." you shuddered as the thrusts grew. his pace had his cock pressed up into your deepest parts. it made you panting against covers as he fucked you further into them. your breathing was heavier as you cunt fluttered around him.

the pleasure clouded your mind, all rationale was out the window. you didn't even question him that he actually put the condom on. your brain was flooded with the intense heat of pleasure. you gasped into the covers as the pleasure grew in your core.

there was something thumping in your soul from his movements and your core swam with a yearning for him. the way he fucked you, even when it was rough, quick sex. there was something about it that made your head swim with lust.

damn jenson button for knowing exactly how to get you going, how to pull orgasms out of you like a rabbit from a hat.

"you feel like heaven, honey. my little fucking tinkerbell with your fairy wings that i wanna pluck from you." he wrapped his arms around you and battered his cock into you. this pace quickened and you felt your foundation shake. his words were filthy and it lit a fire in your belly.

he continued to fuck you. he pressed his weight further down on you and made you squirm when his pace became brutal. he knew exactly how to keep you under him. you thought you were getting a nice payday from this, but you were going to walk a way with a bit more than some fresh euros stuffed in your purse.

more like his cum stuffed into your slick pussy, right where it belonged. don't worry, after you have his first kid he'll let out have a break, but he hoped within a decade you two will have three little button kids running around. of course he'll buy a nice house for your little growing family. but tonight, the logistics weren't important, tonight he was on a mission.

get his little tinkerbell, the girl desperate for male attention, nice and pregnant with his kid. then everything else will fall into place. his movements quickened till he was fucking you right into the mattress. his breathing was heavy and his body tense as he fucked you.

the bed creaked a little as you panted heavily into the covers. you whined, "fuck, jenson! i'm close!" then arched your back quite a bit as you felt climax begin to take its hold on you.

"that's it, beautiful. let it out for me. good girl, good girl." he cooed lowly and it made you head swim with heated want as you felt the throb in your body of climax. jenson knew your body better than you knew it yourself.

jenson kept up his pace. he fucked you with a simmering heat. he didn't last much longer, he couldn't have. he could feel the pleasure in his gut as soon finished inside of you. as climax hit, he shoved his entire length into you. made sure that the tip of his cock became familiar with the base of your cervix. they'd become quite acquainted over the next few months.

"fuck, jenson." you gasped as his pace slowed down and he gave you a playful smack on the behind.

"better than the rest, huh?" he said as he leaned over you, kept his softening cock inside of you for a moment. he kissed the shell of your ear and felt your tremble.

in a moment of post-orgasm weakness you croaked, "yes." and jenson felt nothing but a sense of pride that tonight he got you pregnant.

-

large hand on a swollen belly. been a whine since you've been at the bar and it's been only a few weeks since you became jenson button's wife. no late nights seeking the flirty attention of men older than you.

one of them finally got you tied down and in a few months you were going to be the mother to his child. his hands were still greedy for the softness of your hips, his tongue still wanted to explore your mouth. now he could whenever he wanted.

his hand grazed your middle, he loved the feeling of it. you looked so good. looked proper even when you struggled a little to get off the couch. you carried the baby well, even if it made you rely on jenson a little more (not that he was complaining)

you still don't know how it happened, but jenson simply shrugged and said, "miracles happen every day. and this one is ours." shutting down any questions about misuse of protection. all it took was one night and one little lie, and now jenson button clipped the wings of his little tinkerbell. <3

[stargirlrchive]

── KINKTOBER DAY NINE

mirror sex w/ simon riley ─ female!reader

cw: reader being insecure, fingering, p in v, slight choking, slight hair pulling, soft dom simon, cum play(?)/finger sucking, PRAISE AND BODY WORSHIP (RAHHHH)

NSFT ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ✩ GENERAL MASTERLIST

“you can’t be serious, love.”

your shoulders shrugged softly as if to brush it off, as if this hadn’t been weighing on your heart so heavily.

“i just don’t-” you cut yourself off before sighing defeatedly, “i don’t like how i look right now. i prefer not to go out and just be home, where im not going to be hyper-aware of how i look.”

simon’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, his eyes glazing over you entirely. you were perfect. he didn’t understand what there was not to like. but as you began to fidget under his stare, guilt ate at him.

guilt for not realizing your own insecurities had begun to eat at you and that they had festered to the point where him looking at you caused you to squirm. he leaned closer, hands rubbing up your thighs and towards your waist to pull you to him.

he sat you firmly on his lap, his face digging into your neck as he inhaled your familiar scent. “has my pretty girl not been feeling her best?”

your face grew hot as his hand laid on your belly, toying with the elastic of your shorts. you answered him with another shrug.

his fingers stilled for a brief moment, “do you want me to make you feel better, hm?”

you gave him a short nod before he pried your legs open. his fingers dipping between your thighs to rub at your clit through your shorts. a soft hiss leaving your mouth as you relaxed into him, “need you to tell me when you aren’t feeling good, baby.”

you whimpered when his fingers left your clit, standing up and taking you with him. his big hand moved back up to your belly as he guided you both to your bedroom.

when he walked the two of you past the room and into your bathroom, your eyebrows furrowed together.

“i thought-”

he nipped at your ear, closing the door behind him with his foot as he caged you in between the restroom vanity and his hard muscled chest. “we are. but i want you to look at yourself while i fuck you.”

his fingers slowly removed your shirt, pressing his hardening cock against your ass as he kissed down your throat, “want you to remember just how fucking beautiful you are.”

you were about to protest but a soft growl came from simon and the words died on your tongue. his fingers unclasping your bra. his eyes hungrily devouring the sight before him as his fingers skimmed over your belly and towards your breast.

“so pretty,” he mumbled more to himself, but it didn’t stop the familiar ache that began to throb between your thighs.

his thumb gently swiped across your nipple and it hardened beneath his touch. his face tucked into your neck as he groaned quietly, “fuck.”

through the mirror, he watched you with an almost drunken haze. watching the way your body reacted to his touch.

his fingers slowly pulled down your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear. his fingers slipping into the fabric and rubbing at your clit. sliding his thick fingers between your folds.

“already so wet for me.”

your face colored in embarrassment and tucked into his neck to not look at yourself anymore. simon gave a soft click of his tongue, showing his disapproval.

his unoccupied hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your face and forcing you to watch yourself. your thighs quivered gently as one of his fingers sunk into you.

“i said i wanted you to watch.”

you whimpered softly at the command in his voice, still so very gentle but firm that you felt it in your bones. your cunt clenched around his finger.

the flat of his palm laid against your puffy clit as he eased a second finger into you. “how could you possibly think you aren’t beautiful?”

your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as his cock rutted against your ass. “do you have any idea of how many times i have to restrain myself from just fucking you wherever we’re at?”

you cried out softly as his fingers gently tightened around your throat, your eyes snapping back open to watch yourself as he fucked you with his fingers.

“or how many times i have to stop from fucking ripping the eyes out of some idiot who’s lookin’ at you for too long?”

you came around his fingers quickly and unexpectedly, and simon grunted when your thighs closed around his hand.

“you drive me crazy, baby. it’s not fair.”

you were breathless and loose, simon slipping his fingers out of you and towards your mouth. your lips instinctively wrapping around his fingers as you licked them clean.

you whined quietly when he pulled his fingers out, “see? you even taste good.”

his fingers unwrapped from your throat and your panties were being pulled down your legs. simon was spreading your thighs before you knew it.

his sweats pulled down only enough for his hard cock to be out. “no fair-”

he laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your hair as he tapped his cock against your clit, one hand on your stomach to keep you up right, your back against his chest. and the other guiding his shaft through your slick folds.

he pushed the tip of his cock into you, grunting softly, “say it, baby-”

your fingers gripped at the counter, even with him stretching you out with his fingers he was still so big. it always took some getting used to.

“say you’re my pretty girl.”

he sunk fully into you, pressing soft kisses to your hair before delivering short, shallow thrust.

your eyes had locked onto simon’s through the mirror, and maybe it was the conviction in his voice, or the sex haze, but either way you did feel it.

like you were his pretty girl.

“come on, baby. say it.”

one of his hands laid on your hip while the other tangled in your hair. his thrust increasing in speed as he grunted soft praises into your ear.

“i-im your pretty girl.”

“damn right you are.”

his thrust picked up pace, fucking into you as his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you and holding you against him. grunting into your ear as you squealed softly from pleasure.

“my sweet girl, you make such pretty noises too.”

you were sure your face couldn’t have burned hotter. his compliments seeping into your skin as you tightened around his cock.

your body spasming against his hold as he held your gaze through the mirror. fucking you through your orgasm.

a quiet groan fell from his mouth as he came, deep inside of you and not once did he let you go. the both of you panting and exhausted as he kissed your neck.

“want you to tell me next time you’re feeling like this. i’ll make sure to remind you just how lovely you are.”

and you knew that he would.

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[erwinsvow]

knocked up too young and wearing a glittery diamond ring on your left hand, you had settled nicely into the role of mrs. cameron. it wasn’t tough, not a hard position to play in the slightest—rafe, or rather your husband—made everything nice and easy for you.

it seemed like it was his biggest desire come true, making sure you and his little girl were taken care of. he liked it actually, more than he admitted, knowing the two of you were fast asleep in bed when he left for work in the morning, doing nothing but relaxing throughout the day.

in fact, he had decided the second you had tearfully confessed that you were pregnant that this was the sort of life you were meant for, the kind of life he was going to give you. you were so scared, he can remember it like it was yesterday—your watery eyes and wet cheeks, the way your hands shook when you pulled out the test to show him.

“i-i-i’m so sorry, i, i thought the pills were enough, everyone says it’s enough-” you were stammering and crying your way into exhausation, something he definitely didn’t like. 

“s’okay, kid. nothin’ to cry about.” he was formulating his plan already, being proactive in all matters, thinking ahead to marriage licenses and car seats while you stared down at the positive stick in your palm.

“you’re.. you’re not mad, rafe?” the way you look at him, the world stops spinning. why would he be mad?

“hey, s’done,” he says, hands on your shoulders to steady you, bringing you to the edge of the bed to take a seat. he takes the pregnancy test from your hands, looking down at it himself. “it already happened. can’t take it back. no point in cryin’ over it.” 

when you look up with even more tears in your eyes, he’s half convinced he’s said the wrong thing—but it doesn’t faze him, he keeps going.

“hey, hey. what, you thought i wouldn’t take care of you? this is my kid too.”

“i know, i just, i thought you wouldn’t be okay.. with it. having it.” that’s the first and only time he got stern with you through this whole pregnancy.

“hey, don’t talk like that. this is our baby. there’s no question ‘bout havin’ it.” you nod up at him, tears drying as you steady yourself, regain a little composure knowing rafe’s not mad about this little accident. “y’okay now?” you nod again. “good, call your parents. tell ‘em we’re getting married soon.” 

“wh-rafe!” 

but, like how most things were with rafe, he called the shots and you listened. the two of you got married shortly after, before you were even showing. anyone who even attempted to comment on the hastiness of everything shut up the second rafe stared at them.

you’d be a liar to say you didn’t like it, a fool if you didn’t appreciate how rafe was to you.

he stepped up in every way, better than you could have even tried to put together in your imagination. a place was purchased and had slowly started to become home, with a crib that rafe assembled by himself—though it had taken hours and ended up with the instruction papers all crumbled up in a corner—and baby proofed cabinets and sockets. you laugh watching rafe try to install the baby gate on the staircase.

“you know that’s for when they start crawling, right?” you giggle, a hand on your very pregnant belly.

“shut up. m’being proactive. gonna have no time once she actually gets here and we’re runnin’ around changing diapers and makin’ formula and shit.” 

you’re only a touch surprised with how well-versed he is with all the baby stuff, though you appreciate it more and more since you’re still a little confused and overwhelmed. he makes it all easy, from the pregnancy cravings he runs around to find for you to the pretty pink walls in the nursery. he even satisfies all your other cravings, like around month six when there was nothing you wanted more than rafe's dick in every position you could think of.

when his daughter actually comes into the world, the two of you are a mess of emotions and thoughts, but there’s only one rafe really cares about. when can he give you another one?

it doesn’t take long for him to start trying again—trying to convince you that the two of you can handle two, that little kids need siblings their age. the baby’s only six months old but he’s convinced it’ll be better to have them all young at the same time rather than waiting—at least that’s the line he feeds you.

“no, rafe, they’re gonna be like irish twins. it’s so embarassing,” you say next to him in bed, staring up at your husband. 

“what’s that?”

“when you have two babies that aren’t even a year apart.”

“oh. that’s a thing? good, at least there’s a name for it. i’ll get you a book on it, since that’s what we’re doin’.”

and try as you might, even you can’t resist rafe for long, not when he’s taking such good care of you and just wants to give you another baby with his blue eyes and your pretty hair. you end up in the same position that got you into this whole situation—your knees folded to your chest and eyes rolling back while rafe slams into you. 

“don’t worry, baby,” he breathes into your ear, low and quiet since the baby’s sleeping in the other room. “i’ll get y’knocked up again. won’t have to think about a thing in this world except my kids.”

it’s a shame you get pregnant so quickly—rafe was so fun when his only thought revolved around fucking you full of his cum. 

“well, s’not gonna be irish twins. too far apart,” rafe says, looking at the photos from the doctor’s appointment.

“no, it’s just regular twins.” you don’t think you’ve ever seen rafe so happy.

[seoafin]

dick grayson x reader ~1k words

-

“Dick has a good head on his shoulders,” Clark says casually, hoping to bait Bruce into a full sentence.

“Hm.”

Not exactly a telling response.

The two of them stand on the grand patio overlooking Bruce's ostentatious backyard garden. Jon and Damian play with Titus and Krypto, a large stick in Jon’s hand. At the ground steps of the patio, you and Dick stand watching the boys from afar, Dick’s arm wrapped around your shoulder. Dick is speaking in your ear, and the only indication of you listening is the slight incline of your head towards him. Seconds later: a minuscule quirk of your lips.

“She seems like a nice girl,” Clark tries again.

Bruce crosses his arms, and doesn’t respond.  

A nice girl, he thinks. If not a bit reserved. From Bruce’s silence, he’d been expecting the worst.

Clark Kent, he had introduced himself while Jon had bounded over to you with a wide grin and a wave, before running off with Damian. Clark offered you a hand, and your gaze had dropped to it, expression unreadable. Clark had just begun to think he made some faux pas when you shook his hand. He’d been saved from further conversation when Dick entered the conversation. Seeing the two of you together, your silent demeanor, Dick’s sunny grin, had brought the thought of an unlikely pairing to mind. He couldn’t say anything to that: the same had been said of him and Lois. 

Bruce turned to him abruptly, face stony. “I need your assistance.”

Clark raises an eyebrow. “Meaning…? Take your time, I’ll wait.”

“Hmph. I’ll keep it short. You can register somatic nuances; minute biological responses to external stimuli.”

It’s Clark’s turn to cross his arms. Of course. Bruce and his second motivations. Always. From anyone else, the request would be offensive. “That’s an invasion of privacy, Bruce.”

“She’s in my house.”

Clark rolls his eyes exasperatedly. “Which means she’s a guest. Even worse. Does Dick know about this?”

Bruce stays silent. 

“She seems like a perfectly fine young woman. Jon likes her.” Much more impressively: Damian liked her.

“Forgive me for not taking your eleven year old son’s opinion into account,” Bruce replies curtly. “She’s suspicious.”

Clark pauses. He isn’t quite sure how to break it to Bruce that he’s pretty darn sure that Dick is serious enough to marry you. Clark wouldn't be surprised. But he’ll leave that for Alfred. At least Alfred gets paid.

“Well, the answer’s no.” Clark sees Damian trying to teach Krypto to sit while Jon rubs Titus’s belly. “You know, if you’re that worried, you could try talking to her. Or even Dick. How do you think he’ll take it if he finds out you wanted me to spy on her?”

“He wouldn’t.”

“You trained him,” Clark points out. “You know him better than anyone. I hope you’re ready to die on that hill.”

Bruce’s face quickly cycles through exactly three subtly shifting microexpressions, before settling on a distinctly judgemental purse of his lips. Clark only manages to catch all of it because of his superior Kryptonian senses.

“We should call the kids in soon,” Dick says, climbing up the patio stairs. “Alfred’ll have a fit if the food gets cold.”

Bruce grunts in affirmation. Dick raises an amused eyebrow. “It’s a bit too early to be nonverbal, isn’t it?”

“...”

“Is this about—? C’mon she apologized.” 

Clark’s curiosity is piqued. And well, Clark isn’t an investigative journalist for nothing. 

Dick grins, looking at Clark with a shared exasperation that comes with knowing Bruce Wayne for years. “Just a little mix up when they met. No harm done.” At Bruce, he pointedly says, "it was a joke."

Clark can't imagine you smiling, let alone tell a joke.

Dick looks out to the lawn where you’re nearly kneeling on the ground, petting Titus. Jon is in front of you, his mouth moving at an impressive speed. He wildly shakes the stick in his hand. You nod, serious in a way most adults aren’t when confronted with an eleven year old. It’s not difficult to see why Jon enjoys spending time with you. Damian shakes his head, exasperated as Krypto runs around him in circles. Dick’s face is fond. In love, Clark’s mind suggests. He knows that look on Dick’s face, as does Bruce. 

Clark has made it a point to try not to use his powers out of costume. Especially without good reason. There’s no telling how easy it’ll be to continue to use his powers once he starts. He decided early on that Clark Kent would be a normal human being, along with all the hardships and mundanity that came with it. And it all starts with acceding to the demands of a paranoid friend who would rather have him surveil his son’s girlfriend than talking it out.

That being said. Clark isn’t perfect.

It’s easy to loosen his ironclad control over his abilities, and listen. Just for a few seconds, he thinks. He won’t tell Bruce a thing. He refines his hearing, zeroing on the beating of your heart, roughly 50 yards away. It comes to him at once, past Jon chattering away to Damian, Krypto’s wagging tail, the rustle of leaves on the trees and the grass on the ground, past the rushing of your blood.

Your heartbeat is remarkably stable. 

Clark is intimately acquainted with the sound of different hearts. It’s a personal signature of a kind. Yours is…on par with Bruce’s heart right next to him. Trained, he wants to say, but shouldn’t. 

You turn your head, meeting his gaze, and Clark blinks, taken aback. Your face gives away nothing. You turn back to the boys.

“Damian, Jon, I think dinner’s ready,” he hears. 

Both boys straighten immediately, and Clark can hear stomachs rumbling.

Clark draws his hearing back, just as Dick shakes his head.

“You need to be civilized,” he tells Bruce. “Do you know how hard it was to convince her to come to dinner in the first place?”

“...”

Dick turns to him. “Will you make sure he doesn’t escape to the cave? Have him help Alfred set the table or something.”

Clark smiles as Bruce’s face turns foreboding. “My pleasure.”

Bruce wordlessly goes with him into the manor, their sons whizzing past them as they race each other to the dining room. The last thing he sees before the door closes behind him is Dick wrapping an arm around your waist.

[lovebugism]

rockstar!eddie x shy!reader , christmas party shenanigans, shes so sweet she made cookies & sweets for everyone but she wasn’t asked to , run ins w celebs 🤭

hope u like it angel!! — a rockstar flirts with eddie munson’s girl minutes before corroded coffin plays a show (shy!reader, established relationship, fluff, 1.4k)

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Corroded Coffin’s got their own green room — backstage at one of the biggest music festivals of the year. There’s a team of people dressed in black waiting at their beck and call. Eddie’s pretty sure KISS is in the suite down the hall. As a boy from Middle of Nowhere, Indiana, he doesn’t feel very deserving of any of it.

He feels like he’s dreaming, really. The only thing keeping him from pinching himself is Dustin and Lucas’ roughhousing and Steve’s stupid belly laugh. Having all his childhood friends here is strangely humbling.

Eddie lazes on an expensive leather chair, totally unsure of what to do with himself when he’s not holding you. He’s trying to get comfortable in the foreign leather drab that stylists put him in when the door yawns open. It swings with such ferocity that the metal knob slams against the opposite wall with a low thud. It isn’t any surprise that the culprit is Robin Buckley.

She storms in first, followed more quietly by you some seconds later.

“Woah, woah, woah— what happened?” Eddie wonders aloud, already on edge with anxiety. Robin swooping in like a dark grey storm cloud doesn’t make it any better.

You shrug with a tin of Christmas cookies in your hand. Some are already missing because you wanted to pass them out to the workers. “It’s not like I don’t have enough to go around,” you’d said with a shy chuckle, nodding to the table lined with homemade pastries. You always bake when you’re nervous.

“We bumped into someone on the way back,” you explain in a gentle murmur, mindful of the emotional girl across the room. “I think she might’ve known him…”

“You didn’t recognize him?” Robin blurts from where she’s flopped on the leather couch. Her eyes go wide, the edges of them smudged with brown eyeliner. The look she gives you makes you cower.

“…No?”

“That was Roger Taylor,” she tells you. And then, when it still doesn’t hit you— “From Queen.”

Your doe eyes flood with a similar, more innocent look of shock. “That’s who that was?”

Robin groans and shoves her face into the fluffy throw pillow beneath her. She decides to talk to the only person in the room who could understand her and her wild emotions. Steve, sitting next to her with cookie crumbs all over his mouth, somehow manages to cipher her mumbled, emotional slurs.

“You don’t get it— it was like seeing an angel, Steve. He was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen— and I don’t even like men!”

“Yeah, so that’s definitely saying something,” the boy mumbles through a mouthful of pastry.

Eddie, still wide-eyed with amazement, turns to look up at you. You’re lingering at his side, a sweet thing dressed in pastel pink. He reaches over to smooth a hand over your pale tights. His ringed fingers are almost achingly warm when they curl around the back of your thigh. He tilts his chin to smile at you with all his teeth.

“I thought you loved Queen, babe,” he chuckles, squeezing gently at your leg.

“I do,” you insist, always shy in your way, as you shift your weight on your feet. Your sheepish gaze flits to the tray in your hand — to the hand-made snowmen, trees, and snowflakes. “I just didn’t know that’s what he looked like.”

“Was he pretty?” Eddie teases with a knowing squint in his chocolate eyes.

You shrug, burning with misplaced embarrassment. “I don’t know… I didn’t really look,” you mutter. His chest swells with something short of pride. “They just wanted to try my cookies—”

“That’s what she said,” Gareth quips. Followed by an audible slap when Jeff reaches over to smack him. “—Ow!”

“Was Freddie Mercury there?” Dustin wonders from across the room, smiling wide at the thought. His giggle is boyish and high-pitched. “That’d be insane.”

You shake your head in response. “No— but now that I think about it, that’s probably why they said they needed to take some extra for Fred. There was another guy there, though.”

“Yeah?” Eddie lilts to egg you on.

“Yeah. He kinda looked like a poodle—”

“Brian May!” the room choruses.

“Um…” you mumble under your breath. “Maybe?”

“One of the best guitarists of our time Brian May?” Robin wonders, a tad bit dramatic, and filled with life all over again. “Astrophysicist and super genius Brian May?”

Your smile is innocent and utterly sincere. “Oh, he’s an astrophysicist? That’s so cool!”

Robin groans again, and you flinch.

“…What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie answers for her, squeezing your leg to bring your attention back to him again. His rosy grin widens when your eyes meet his. “You’re just cute.”

Your face heats like it’s the first time he’s ever complimented you. Your warm cheek tilts to your shoulder as you smile quietly back at him. “Well, thank you,” you mutter shyly.

“Why can’t anything good happen to me?” Robin whines.

Steve doesn’t mean to laugh, but it tumbles out before he can stop it. “It did happen to you. You were there.”

“Well, it didn’t feel good at the time!”

The door creaks open again. Nancy and Jonathan walk in together, fashionably late. It wouldn’t be surprising if she stopped a couple of musicians for impromptu interviews and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer — bound to be on the front page of Hawkins Post come Sunday morning.

Jonathan, however, looks a little bit dazed. “Is that— Is that Queen in the hallway?” he whispers to the group of you, like he’s scared the band might hear him.

“Yep,” Robin deadpans in response, popping the p.

“Ooh. Smells like a bakery in here,” Nancy lilts with a pretty pink smile.

You get all shy because it’s entirely your fault. “Yeah. Sorry. I kinda… went overboard with the cookies.”

“Don’t be sorry. I love when you bake us stuff,” she assures you, then bites the head off of a sugary snowman. She sighs at the heavenly taste and nods with it stuck in her cheek. “Don’t ever, ever be sorry.”

You giggle all pretty in response.

Jonathan reaches into the tray and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. “Woah. What’s this?”

“Oh. Shit. Sorry. I meant to throw that away—”

Nancy rips it from his hands. She straightens it out as best she can and squints when she finds writing on the back of it. She grins like she’s found some kind of hidden treasure. 

“Wait, this is someone’s phone number,” she announces to the rest of them room. She reads it out loud for all of you, each of you on the edges of your metaphorical seats. “Thanks for the cookies, but I bet you taste sweeter. I’m free after the show. Call me. Roger.”

The room goes deadly silent.

Eddie is among the gaping mouths of shock, unsure if he should be jealous or amused.

“He wanted to try your cookies, alright,” Gareth chuckles under his breath. Jeff snorts out a laugh, then reaches over to slap him again. The curly-haired boy cowers. “Oh, come on! You thought it was funny, too!”

“Let me see that,” Eddie insists, rising on his feet to take the paper from Nancy’s painted fingertips. 

His brown eyes flit back and forth as he reads it for himself. Once, then twice, then a few more times after that. He’s about to play a show for thousands of people, yet this is somehow harder for him to grasp.

“Roger Taylor wants to fuck my girlfriend,” he murmurs in amazement to himself.

For some reason, feeling the need to defend yourself, you rush to get the words out. “I didn’t know that’s what that was, Eds, I swear— I figured he thought I worked here, and he was just giving me his trash to throw away.”

Eddie turns to you, still silent. His chocolate eyes are slightly glazed over as he blinks at you — the sweetest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, so polite in her shyness and aloof with it, too. 

Still in a state of subtle disbelief about all of this — the phone number, the looming performance, and the fact he ever landed you in the first place — he shakes his wild head with a dumbfounded smile.

“I love the shit outta you, you know that?” he says with a burst of low, boyish laughter. He doesn’t give you the opportunity to answer before wrapping you up in his leather-clad arms and pressing a smothering kiss to your mouth.

[paulyenvol6]

Made To Take It

Jackson!Joel x female!reader

Part two to this smutty one shot I wrote. Hope you enjoy it :)

Contains: oral (f receiving), fluff, dom!Joel, subby and needy reader, lots of aftercare and sweetness, protective and caring Joel, praise, dirty talk, begging, reader is literally too tired to hold herself up, use of names like princess/babygirl, angst, crying, reader has pubic hair

Wordcount: 4,677

Masterlist

The words hadn't fully reached you.

You had heard them, but weren't entirely aware of their content which was why you flinched in surprise when Joel cupped your mound and pressed his palm against your stubby hair.

"Hey there, 'lil one," he smiled, his eyes soft and his lips pursed and then slid a hand around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"Joel," you mumbled and turned your head to the side so you faced him.

"Yeah… Tell me how you're feelin'… Tell me what ya need."

A coiling heat spread through your lower belly, the cruel reminder that you hadn't finished yet and as his words to Tommy hadn't penetrated the cloudiness of your mind, you had no reason to believe that it would change any time soon. Angry and frustrated tears welled in your eyes and glistened on your lashes and although you were beyond tired and exhausted, all you could think about right now was finishing.

"Please… Please I need to cum, fuck… You were mean not lettin' me cum too," you complained and allowed the tears to roll down your face as you were gripped by a defiant and desperate rage that was only enhanced by your tiredness. You simply didn't care about anything, but the desires of your body and were too exhausted to restrain yourself.

You had broken eye contact, your lips forming a pout while Joel adjusted himself next to you and then took hold of the side of your face with a sigh, forcing you to look up to him.

"I'm gonna let ya cum, angel. If you play by my rules."

He teasingly circled your entrance, dipping two fingers in, but not giving you quite the satisfaction yet which frustrated you so much, part of you wished he would just stop and you could make yourself cum on your own fingers. But then you wouldn't see his beautiful face anymore and wouldn't enjoy the pleasure of hearing his arousing voice, and you didn't even want to start with his thick fingers. You knew how well he was capable of making you feel, he had proven that earlier when he had toyed with your clit. All you had to do was make him give in to you instead of teasing you.

"I'm even thinkin' about goin' down on ya," Joel continued, pressing his palm against you, missing your clit by inches. You were sure he was torturing you on purpose.

"Maybe I'm gonna eat your sweet 'lil pussy 'cause you've been such a good girl earlier, but I'm only gonna do it if you behave yourself. If you do as I say an' shut up when I tell you to an' don't squirm. You understand me?"

"Yes Joel," you replied, your voice thick with tension because you were scared to make one wrong move. The prospect of him diving between your legs turned you on so much, your head began to spin and your surroundings became indistinct.

Joel clearly noticed your reaction and chuckled. "Good."

He was about to crawl to kneel between your legs, but before he could you reached out to touch his chest and stopped him.

"Please… Can I clean myself first," you asked, no, rather whined and Joel almost broke at your big doe eyes. He didn't though.

"No. I'll get you cleaned up afterwards. Look way too pretty like this."

Discontentment surfaced on your face and for a brief moment he wished he had accepted Tommy's offer to assist in making you cum because his brother would have been quick to put you in your place. Joel could do it too when it really mattered, but he had to admit that Tommy was better and stricter than he was, even if that wasn’t always how he came across to others.

"Don't even start with that pout o'yours. I told ya, you can be lucky I'm gonna make you finish and not just throw you outta the house an' join my brother."

You nodded and averted your gaze which Joel considered a sign that you had yielded and he decided to proceeded with his initial plan. He settled between your legs, sensing how weak and tired you must be when he parted your lifeless legs and then put a hand on your hip. You truly were a sight for the eye, covered in cum and tears, your hair messy and sweat reflecting the dim light on almost every part of your body. You were a mess, but the kind Joel more than welcomed.

You didn't react when Joel crawled down your body, your head still thrown to the side, but he made a mental note to change that soon. Once his head was on the same height as your pussy, his face hovering right above your mound, he pinned down your knees so you couldn't close your legs around him and glanced up to you.

"Eyes on me. I didn't think I'd have to remind ya, babygirl."

Your eyes snapped open at his words so he knew he hadn't lost every respect and dominance now that his brother was gone. You were still able to obey him and he silently triumphed. Joel rewarded you by rubbing over your inner thigh and then lowered his face to your pussy, pressing a slow, but forceful and sensual kiss to your clit.

Your first reaction was resistance, your body overstimulated and swollen after hours of teasing and taunting so you arched under him and let out a heart-breaking sob.

"Shhhh," Joel cooed you, his grip on your hips tight and firm so you couldn't jolt away.

"You're gonna like it. Gonna like what I'm doin', just lemme go on, alright? Your 'lil clit's gonna enjoy it, I promise."

Joel almost wanted to ask if you had never been eaten out before based on your reaction but perhaps it was just your exhausted and overwhelmed body speaking, which surely yearned for a break after the way Tommy and him had wrecked you. Joel carefully started to kitten-lick your bundle of nerves and soon your cries actually turned into quiet moans and a little later your hands enclosed around the sheets, your lips parted as your breath hitched in your throat and your body trembled in anticipation. You poor girl…

A twisted part of him found pleasure in seeing you like this, wrecked, used and completely at his mercy. Your beautiful body so wonderfully marked and Tommy and his doings so clearly visible with a single glimpse at your tits and face. It filled him with sheer pride and fulfillment.

But of course you were now at a point where you truly deserved to reach your high as well and so Joel didn't waste much time teasing you and instead went straight to work, sucking your throbbing clit in his mouth and rubbing over the underside with the tip of his tongue, a technique he had perfected over the years and that had a satisfactory effect on you as well.

Your sleepy body did things you yourself hadn't believed it to be capable of, your back arching from the mattress, your toes curling and digging into the bed and your hips shifting when he flicked your clit to the side. When he additionally worked two fingers inside of you, your eyes rolled back and you reached for him with your hands without really knowing what you wanted. Joel seemed to though, and grabbed them with one large hand, pinning them down on top of your stomach while his other kept you wide open for him.

"That's a good girl…," Joel growled, the vibrations transferring over to your body and making a shiver run down your back where new sweat gathered.

"You're gonna cum for me, mhm? Your poor pussy needs it so badly, right?"

He curled his fingers at his words and you rejoiced, your teeth sinking down hard on your bottom lip while you repeatedly blinked, trying to catch up to the things he was making you feel.

"Please," you cried and Joel frowned seeing new tears spill from the corner of your eyes.

"Whatcha need, pretty girl…," he whispered trying to make his voice sound as soft as possible and ran his thumb over your knuckles in fear of that he was doing something you didn't like.

"Need to cum, please… Please Joel, I…"

You didn't end the sentence but Joel had a pretty strong idea of what you were going to say so with a grin, he connected his mouth with your pearl again while simultaneously curling his fingers again to hit that spongy spot that was hidden so deep inside of you and surely was never found by your dumb little boyfriends. Joel was motivated by the way your body flexed, feeling sure about the fact that you were close to cumming and glided over the sensitive underside of your clit over and over again, savouring your salty taste on his tongue and occasionally blowing some air over the nub which made you shiver every time.

"Oh my sweet girl… You need it that badly, huh? Turned you on so much suckin' our dicks, hm?" he whispered when you buckled up your hips, your hands moving under his grasp.

"Sh shh… Just like that, stay still for me," Joel purred and sucked your clit into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he applied pressure to the sensitive little bud.

When he looked up to you again, noticing how your eyes watered a crease appeared between his brow and he raised his head from your pussy for a moment to check in with you. He did all of this for you – well, not entirely, but in its core, yes – so he wanted you to feel good of course.

"What's wrong, babygirl?" he asked with a voice as soft and gentle as a blow of the wind.

"You in pain? Is it too much for you, do you want me to stop?"

"No," you whimpered and pulled your hands back under his grip which made him finally release them so that you could wipe over your eyes.

"Don't stop, Joel, please…," you sobbed, your body trembling and your legs trapping him between your legs, but now that Joel intended to take care of you rather than use you for his pleasure like the Miller brothers had done earlier, he knew that he would feel bad if he continued without paying attention to your crying.

"Why you cryin' mhm? You feel sad or – or somethin' wrong?"

If only you were able to answer him. You didn't know why the tears had started streaming down your cheeks again, but now that they did you felt awful and wanted them to stop as quickly as they had come. You enjoyed Joel's touch so much and didn't want him to think that he was doing something wrong. And what you definitely didn't want was for him to stop.

"N-No," you whimpered and reached down to grab his locks. "Please. Please, go on, Joel, I need it. I don't know why m'cryin', everything's fine, I swear."

Part of you couldn't believe that this was the same man that had split you open on his cock half an hour ago and had laughed at your pathetic yelps with his brother. You had been able to sense a certain tenderness about him back then too, but now the only thing he seemed to care about was your well-being and as much as you had come to enjoy their rough treatment, you were also able to appreciate Joel's kindness and the way he took care of you. Half an hour ago you didn't have to do anything except stay still and leave all of your body parts available while the two men wrecked and used you for their liking. Now, you also felt like you didn't have to do anything, but that was because Joel was here to keep you safe and protected while giving you the most thrilling kind of pleasure and apparently that was his priority above everything else.

"You sure?" he asked, still not giving in although you pressed his head down – to be fair, your hands couldn't apply a lot of force – and gave you a stern look.

"Yes. Please, Joel, I promise, I want it."

His eyes wandered over your face from one ear to the other like he would be able to find the source of the tears somewhere in your expression, but then lowered his head, said nothing more and went straight back to work with the same passion as before.

The two fingers that were snug inside of you started to move again, the tips tapping against your g-spot while his lips and tongue stimulated your clit. He tried something new now, gently taking the swollen nub between his teeth with the hope that you were down for pleasure that bordered on a little bit of pain and luckily the squeal seemed to be caused by joy rather than fear.

Joel's forehead wrinkled as he looked up to you, his chest tightening at your parted lips and your glowing skin. Your face radiated heat and lust as well as sheer joy and delight about what he was doing to you and Joel couldn't have been more proud. When your hands in his hair tightened, your nails leaving a sting in his scalp, he growled lowly in his throat and added a third finger. You whinced, rocking your center against his face and felt like the world around you was about to collaps.

"Joel, I think… Ughh fuck, I think I'm close," you whimpered and were surprised by the fact that the words were relatively understandable.

"I know, babygirl," he hummed, palming your hipbone in a soothing manner while he put even more effort into circling your clit.

It was almost a possessive action, using his lips and tongue on you like he wanted to prove to you that no one would be as good as him and something made you believe that it perhaps was the truth. How would anyone be able to top this? How would anyone be able to make you see stars the way Joel did right now? How could a tongue feel warmer and more endearing than his? How could you ever move on from this? But these were all questions you could ask yourself at a later time because right now you were focused on your breathing and not fainting. The air in the room was hot and stuffy, your body exhausted and dehydrated and your head spinned with arousal.

"Come for me, little one…," Joel whispered and also picked up the speed with which he pressed against the spongy spot deep inside of you.

"C'mon… Soak my chin, I know you want it so bad."

And then you finally came and it was one of the most heavenly experiences of your life. Heat spread in your tummy, but now it wasn't the uncomfortable and overstimulating kind, but one that hugged and embraced you like a warm blanket or warm water that was streaming down your tummy. Your thighs tingled and prickled and over all it just felt like a giant weight was dropping of your heart and all you could do was stare at Joel between your legs with your mouth open while the pleasure just wouldn't fade.

"Fuck. Joel, fuck…," you cried and arched on the bed, your head thrown back although the view of his gorgeous face between your legs had been captivating. His eyes were so dark, you couldn't distinct between his pupils and iris, his lips and chin covered with your wetness and his brow sweaty like eating your pussy was an sporting competition.

"There ya fuckin' go…," Joel growled and slapped your outter thigh roughly, licking a strip from your hole up to your clit to savour your juices and then raising his face to take a look at you. And god, what he saw made him want to laugh and sigh equally. Your eyes were closed, your breathing heavy, but evenly, but what was the main reason for the way his heart fluttered was the slight pout on your lips.

"Oh jesus…," Joel chuckled to himself and was fast to crawl up to you, your lids flinching when his weight pressed you into the bed. He was careful though, resting most of his body weight on the knee between your legs and his elbows he propped himself on as he hovered over you.

"Look at me, sweet girl," he demanded and lifted the corner of his mouth as you didn't react at all.

"C'mon, baby, needa make sure that you're good."

He cupped your chin, gently tilting your head and then your lashes moved and you looked up to him through tired and hazy eyes. A soft cry left your throat and Joel couldn't help himself and pursed his lips while trying to process the adorable picture. You were so sweet, he would have dived right back between your thighs to give you one high after the other if he hadn't had so much empathy with you and your fucked-out body.

"Oh my… Someone's gotten all sleep, right?" he murmured and grabbed the side of your face to run his thumb over your cheekbone.

"C'mon, open your eyes for me, love. You can go to sleep soon, just needa check up on ya 'n' then we're gonna get ya cleaned an' then you're gonna eat 'n' drink somethin'."

The protesting whine was more than clear, but Joel remained uncompromising and squeezed your bicep.

"Babygirl…," he said softly, but with a slight warning. "C'mon, now. I'll take care of ya, alright? Gonna carry you to the bathroom and clean ya up, but you need to cooperate."

He melted at your hands coming up to grasp his thumb and leaned in to kiss your hairline, the stubby beard tickling your skin and making you shift.

"S'okay… I'm gonna take care of ya, don't ya worry…"

You whined again, but this time it was a sound of satisfaction, like a cat purring at the way it was gently petted.

"Yeah, s'right… You did so well, baby. So goddamn well for us… You deserve to get some rest now. S'not gonna take long, I promise."

The grip around his thumb tightened and it took everything in Joel not to just roll of you to lay next to you, pull you snug against him and cuddle you until the both of you were sound asleep. He would have loved to fall asleep with the sound of your sweet moans in his ears and your scent in his nose, but before this would even just become a prospect, he had to clean up the mess on your face, your tits and between your thighs and then make sure that you would drink enough water.

Unwillingly Joel rolled off you, a sigh catching in his throat when you whimpered in frustration and his own body instantly regretting the loss of contact. You still silently cried when Joel slid a hand around your shoulders and one under your knees and lifted you in the air, but when you realised what he was doing, you buried your face in the curve of his neck and nudged your nose against his collarbone which made his mouth curl.

"I know, I know…," he whispered and carefully carried you into the bathroom right next to Tommy's bedroom, turning on the light switch with his elbow and then helplessly searching the room for a place where he could put you down.

You definitely didn't have the strength to hold yourself up if he made you sit on the edge of the bathtub so he chose to lower you onto the carpet that certainly wasn't as comfortable as the bed, but fortunately was quite fluffy and cosy. He moved it to the bathtub with his foot and then slowly put you down, his hand holding the back of your head so you wouldn't bump it against the edge of the tub. You squealed again, your hands immediately searching for his body once his hands had left you and Joel kneeled next to you to kiss the top of your head. You were sitting on the carpet now, your back resting against the bathtub wall and your eyes half-closed.

"I'm right here. Not gonna leave you."

As quickly as possible he grabbed a towel from a cupboard near-by and wettened it while making sure the water from the tap wasn't too cold, but not too hot either. Then Joel returned to his position next to you and placed a hand on your knee.

"Open your legs, alright? I promise I'm gonna be gentle."

Your eyelids quivered, a sign that you had understood him and then parted your legs so that Joel could slip the cloth between them and rub over the insides of your thighs.

"Good girl…," he praised you, thinking that you might need the encouragement right now and then continued to clean you up with the towel and return to the washbasin every now and then to wash it until he was finished with your pussy. He had noticed your squirms from time to time, your clit overstimulated and swollen after the intense night so it was natural that your body rejected the touch of the rough fabric, but Joel had talked you through it and now that he was done with your most sensitive part he rewarded you with a kiss on your cheek right next to your ear.

"See? Wasn't that bad, was it?"

You gave him a nod and put your hand above his that held your head.

"Mhmm," you made and then finally glanced up to him again, your eyes tired, but at least you were able to focus on him.

"Good girl… Don't forget to breathe, mhm?"

"Yes, Joel," you even managed to reply and when Joel briefly pressed your head to his chest it was with pride.

"Yeah, you're being such a perfect girl for me… Now lay back, alright? Gonna clean your tits and face now. It's gonna be even less uncomfortable, babygirl."

With a groan Joel rose to his feet and headed to the washbasin again to wash off the remains of your body fluids and continue to clean the rest of your body. Your feverish skin made him think that you might prefer a cooling touch over the warm towel so this time he soaked it with slightly colder water. Then he knelt down next to you once more and began gently stroking your tits where Tommy's cum had hardened and left a crumbly trail which Joel carefully removed.

You were calm under his touch, your breathing lulled into a soothing cadence and your body completely pliant and welcoming which once again made the burning coil in his stomach revive. Next up on his list was your face which he was even more careful and precise with when he rubbed over your skin and neck. Your pretty eyes were on him at all times and although they looked exhausted and swollen Joel appreciated that you made the effort to pry them open just so that he knew you were still with him. Perhaps you even enjoyed the view, Joel thought with a crooked smirk which you were too tired to register.

"I'll be done soon. We made quite the mess, sweetheart. But you took it so goddamn well, what were we supposed to do?"

There was no reaction except for the the twitch of the corner of your mouth but it might have been caused by the washcloth that was now cleaning your cheeks, still covered with remains of your tears and Tommy's spit.

"But you still look so pretty, babygirl. Always so pretty for us…," Joel whispered and then drew back the cloth, finished with his business now.

"I'm done. Do ya need to pee or do ya want me to carry you back to bed?" Joel asked over his shoulder while carelessly throwing the towel over the edge of the tub.

"To the bed," you replied without hesitation, already stretching your arms longingly towards him.

"Alright. Whatever you want, baby."

You smacked your lips, your eyes softly closing and your upper lashes touching your waterline like feathers lightly falling to the ground as Joel glided one arm under your knees again and the other tightly wrapping around your upper back.

"There we go…," he mumbled while lifting you into the air and then carrying you the few steps back to the bed where he gently lay you down on your back. You had pressed your face against his torso again with the hope that this time the moment might last longer, but you were disappointed again and whined in disapproval at the loss of contact.

"Joel," you whimpered, your heavy eyelids lifting, but then you felt a large hand on your bare shoulder.

"I know. I'll be right there. Just gonna tug you in real quick so you won't get cold later."

Now that was something you could settle with so you remained quiet while Joel pulled the blanket over your frame, ensuring the hem touched you right under your chin. You gave him a sweet smile, your eyes following him like you feared he would vanish if you didn't pay close attention, but fortunately he kept his promise and the next thing he did was slipping underneath the covers right next to you. A muffled cry of sheer joy and satisfaction left your throat and you were quick to crawl to him, a new bubbling energy in your tummy giving you the strength to nestle against his chest, your hands clenching in fists that rested on his stomach.

"You alright?" Joel growled and moved an arm around your shoulders to keep you close against his broad body.

"Yes. But please stay. Don't wanna do anythin' else."

He gave you a nod that you couldn't see but he hoped you might feel and then leaned in to kiss your brow.

"Fine. Even though you really need some water…"

Your head that rested on his collarbone shook in disagreement, your hands possessively pressing down on his ribs to prevent him from leaving.

"No. Joel, please… I just wanna stay like this…"

He lowly chuckled, the vibrations prickling on your skin and your stomach fluttering with nerves while you reflexively had to smile at the happiness and peacefulness he radiated.

"Okay. But if you wake up feelin' thirsty or hungry or if you're feelin' uncomfortable in any way, you wake me up. I'll get you anythin' you need. Even if it's just a glass of water."

Although you felt that with him at your side, there was nothing you could possibly be missing, you nodded.

"Promise me," Joel insisted, his gaze on you to figure out if his words had reached you and his forehead wrinkled.

"Yes. I promise."

He pursed his lips, still in doubt about whether it was wise to give in, but when you crouched against his chest, your fingertips drawing patterns across his torso his mind went blank and there was no space left for any concerns or worries.

In fact, there was no space left in his head for anything except you. He forgot about what he had told Tommy about the two of you joining him downstairs as soon as he had cleaned you up. He forgot about his own rumbling stomach. He forgot about the mental note he had made to himself earlier to make you some tea as soon as he was done with you in the bathroom to help you with your sore throat.

Now, his thoughts were consumed by you, your plump lips, your glowing face and your little hands that felt so firm and determined in your need to make him stay right here, it made his pulse quicken.

"Sleep well, princess," Joel whispered into the darkness and heard you swallow.

"Goodnight, Joel."

He gently stroked the small of your back and it was not just an affectionate and soothing gesture, but also the promise that he would stay here with you for as long as you needed him to.

[lvlybin]

Pls queen write gyuvin angry sex or something toxic or SOMETHING PLSSS!! u da best queen 🤞🏼💗

cw unprotected p in v sex, creampie (breeding kink if you squint), implied marathon sex, overstimulation, clit play, mentions of recording sex (nothing recorded tho), mentions of spanking/punishments, toxic!gyuvin, manipulative!gyuvin, only fans!gyuvin 18+ MDNI

✉️ u da best babes love you for this ask. I love writing darker stuff so toxic gyuvin was fun to imagine!

okay… y’all might have to stay with me for this one. OnlyFans!Gyuvin meets this pretty girl at a party, and he falls in love with her instantly. He’s very well known in the community, and when you just introduce yourself to him like a normal person after he mentions his name, he’s surprised at your lack of reaction. He didn’t want to seem cocky, but girls usually tripped all over themselves to praise him after hearing his name, so seeing you act so normal is… intriguing. But then he finds out that you’re here with a friend, this isn’t your usual scene, and that’s great with this new obsession that’s growing within him, but things get even better when he finds out your friend is a girl he’s collaborated with. 

So he gets your number and the two of you start hanging out as friends, because Gyuvin doesn’t date, and after a few weeks, Gyuvin knows that his thoughts and feelings towards you are anything but normal. It felt like it was beyond love, or maybe it was simply love–an emotion he’d never experienced for a girl before, and it was driving him insane. Especially when you tell him you’re going on a date. That just won’t do. 

Gyuvin panics because you can’t go out with someone else. So the day of your date, he comes over to the apartment you share with the friend that had collabed with him under the guise of how they’re filming a video together. And the two of you wait for your friend to come back. And wait. And then it starts to get dark, and you wouldn’t mind having Gyuvin over, except you had plans too. As you’re starting to get ready, he tells you that your friend cancelled on him. But then, he asks you to record with him instead, and the proposal practically makes your jaw fall to the floor.

“B-But I have a date?”

“Reschedule.” As if he couldn’t do the exact same thing with your friend. “Please, YN, this video was supposed to be posted tomorrow, and my fans will freak out if I don’t post something.” He approaches where you’re sitting at your vanity. “I’ll blur your face, no one will know it’s you…”

And maybe it was because you liked him and you’d only agreed to go on this date to get a reaction from the man, but you gave in. 

You just didn’t expect him to be so rough.

His large hands pin your hips against the mattress, preventing you from running away as his thick cock that took at least ten minutes to ease into you parts your walls so deliciously. Your cunt has soaked the sheets of your bed as well as his cleanly shaved abdomen, your legs trembling as he forces your knees back against your chest. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear him as he mutters filthy words in your ear: “Needed to be overstimmed like this, yeah? S’a good little punishment for thinking you could go on a date with someone that’s not me.”

One of his thumbs comes down to cruelly stimulate your swollen clit, making you practically scream his name. 

“Do it again, and I’ll spank your ass so hard that you can’t even walk, yeah?” You can only let out short pants in response, your vision blurry as your body tenses, nearing an orgasm that you know is going to take everything out of you. When he kisses you, practically devouring you, that feeling surges, and streams of your release shoot out onto his skin and the bed. “There we go…” Gyuvin groans as the feeling of your orgasm makes him cum as well. His face tucks into your neck, mouthing at your skin as he pumps his load deep into your belly.

When he pulls away, his body finally satisfied after longing for you for so long, he sees that you've passed out. He chuckles. Over ten orgasms would do that to you. He pulls out of you with a sharp gasp, watching as his cum leaks out of you. He doesn’t bother with pushing it back in. Once you’re awake, he’d be giving you a new load anyway. Smirking, he gets off your bed to where his camera had been filming the two of you, only to pick up the turned-off device. Sure, he hadn’t actually made plans with your friend or planned to post the next day, but he didn’t care. As if he’d let anyone else see how perfect you looked as you fell apart for him.

[skyahri]

And Suddenly |BNHA Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Shouta Aizawa, Dabi/Touya Todoroki, and Katsuki Bakugou

Summary: They proposition you for a baby.

Warnings: NSFW themes. Straight up fucking, leading to sex, foul language, you get it. Reader in Dabi's is NOT of sound mind lol.

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Shouta Aizawa

He doesn't know what prompted this line of thinking. Nothing had happened, no one had mentioned anything. No, this was all 100% his own doing, and that almost made it worse.

Over the years, you'd occasionally claim to have something called 'baby fever'. There would be days when you'd send him videos of babies babbling, playing, wearing silly outfits, whatever of the sort. You'd tell him your ovaries were aching, that you wanted nothing more in that moment than to have one of your own.

Being the man of reason he is, he'd always tell you that now wasn't the time. Hero work was grueling and your studies kept you busy. You'd assure him that the feelings were always (mostly) fleeting, hormones and all that, and the conversation would end there.

It had always been one-sided, that is, until a few weeks ago when he'd finally gotten a taste of said fever. Let's just say he was not a fan.

Nothing had changed, yet he found himself hyperaware of every little human in his vicinity. It's like his brain did a complete turn around. Brief glances quickly turned into longing stares. He'd internally coo over their tiny socks and bright smiles. Hell, he'd even caught himself waving at a little girl in her stroller the other day and was still living off the high he felt when she giggled and waved back.

He'd only been getting by on the idea that this was temporary. That like you, it'd be all better soon and he can go back to enjoying the simple things in life without his brain badgering him.

But that was weeks ago, and the feeling had only solidified further into his mind.

He tried to reason himself back to normal, but was finding it increasingly difficult to do so. You graduated two years ago and have a great job in your field. He had long surpassed the rookie stage of his career and was thriving. You lived in a decent apartment in a good neighborhood. Money was no longer tight and you'd built quite the safety cushion.

And then there was you. Again, nothing had changed overnight, but he was suddenly plagued by vivid visions of you. How easily he could get you pregnant. How you'd look so sinfully pretty with a round belly. How he'd love nothing more than to take care of you while you gave him the greatest gift he could ever hope to receive.

And he knew you'd love nothing more.

Honestly, he was having a hard time finding reasons not to cave into his desires. Which is how he suddenly found himself in such a position.

He's hovering above you, his red tinted face illuminated by the moonlight. He has your hand pinned to the mattress at an awkward angle, but neither of you are willing to move to fix it. He's darting between your eyes, words caught in his throat and no way to get them out.

Thinking and doing are two very different things, and he hadn't planned on bringing this up at all, let alone right now.

"Don't."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, not quite understanding what's going on. One moment he's rolling on top of you, kissing down your neck and over your collarbones. You're fumbling around, trying to reach for the top drawer of the nightstand when his hand shoots out to grab your wrist.

"Shouta, what-"

"Don't bother with it."

He leans down to recapture your lips, but you use your free hand to stop him in his tracks. Your eyes narrow a bit as you try to get a read on him. He usually has little tells that give away how he's feeling, but right now you can't decipher any of them. He looks just as lost as you feel.

"I haven't been taking any kind of birth control."

"I know."

"Then why are you-"

"I want a baby."

Your eyes widen and breath falters. Your hand falls from his shoulder to lay flush against your chest.

"I don't understand. You said we weren't ready."

"That was then, and this is now."

"Shou."

Despite the serious look you give him, your insides are on fire. Sure, the intense and urgent feelings associated with baby fever were always fleeting, but that didn't mean that was the only time you'd felt the desire. You always wanted a family- a husband and kids to love and cherish- and Shouta knew that.

Now here he was, telling you that after a lifetime of friendship, four years of dating, and four more years of marriage, you could finally have what you've always wanted.

He leans back enough to sit on his calves and stare down at you. He seems more sure of himself now. Whatever turmoil he had been going through earlier had subsided, and he was left more confident in his decision. He swallowed hard and fiddles with his hand a bit before deciding to rest both of them on your open thighs.

"I can't stop thinking about it. I thought it would pass, but it just got stronger. I tried talking myself down, but there's nothing stopping us anymore. We're both willing and wanting, so just..."

He's leaning back down, and this time, you don't stop him. You let him kiss you, let him trace his rough hands up your sides, let him claim you with no reservations, all while the condoms sit untouched in the nightstand.

Touya Todoroki / Dabi

Dabi had a tendency to ramble. Sometimes to himself, sometimes to whoever would listen, and sometimes he didn't even realize he was doing it.

Sex was no different.

What he says all boils down to the kind of mood he's in. If he's angry or frustrated, he'll degrade you. He'll call you a whore, tell you that you're desperate and whiney, and will shove your face into the pillow in an attempt to shut you up so he can hear himself speak. If he's in a decent mood (or being generous, as he puts it), he'll praise you. He'll mumble sweet nothings in your ear, tell you how pretty you are, how lucky he is to have you.

All of that is fine. You're more than willing to take whatever he wants to give, but lately he'd taken on an entirely different type of rant.

The first time he mumbled something about getting you pregnant, you didn't think much of it. All men succumb to their instincts at one point or another, and Dabi wasn't excluded from that. But then he mentioned it again a few days later, this time with a little more heat behind it.

You didn't say anything, instead deciding to live in your own little fantasies as long as he wasn't being reckless. Maybe that was a mistake on your part, because it's only a few weeks later that he's completely invested in the idea.

Knees pressed firmly to your chest, he's drilling into you with a new kind of passion. His forehead is against yours, his eyes screwed shut as he clutches at the backs of your thighs. You can't hear all of what he's saying over the sound of skin on skin, but it's enough to have you slightly worried.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up so full."

"Bet I could get you pregnant on the first try."

"I'd take such good care of you."

"I'd be everything he wasn't, give my kids the life they deserve."

Desires to fuck you full have quickly become promises to succeed. Your fucked out brain is urging you to stop him, that he sounds a little too serious right now, but you can't find it in yourself to comply. Dabi is, without a single doubt, completely fucked in the head. This is something you're entirely too aware of and should be the thing willing you to fucking stop him, but it's not.

So you let your mind relax. You throw yourself full force into the feeling of him hitting that spongey spot deep inside. You let him kiss you and touch you and listen to all the little promises he makes.

It's no surprise when he doesn't pull out. You don't say anything when he moves to lay beside you and he doesn't bring it up. Maybe it's some kind of unspoken agreement, or maybe you were thinking too far into what very well may just be a kink. Only time will tell.

Katsuki Bakugou

"Did you seriously not pack any condoms?"

"Why the Hell would I?"

"Is that a serious question?"

You shoot him an incredulous look. He ignores you as he enters the bathroom and begins to strip out of his suit. You follow him, careful not to snag your dress on any of the luggage stacked against the wall.

You glare at him, even as he motions for you to turn around and unzips you. The white fabric bunches at your ankles and he's quick to pick it up and hang it inside the plastic dry-cleaning bag.

"Is that a serious question? You're my wife now, I'm not wearing any more fucking condoms."

"Well, you should've said that before we got here so I could've prepared something else!"

"Why the Hell would you need to do that?"

He scoffs at you and continues hanging his suit up, folding it as nicely as possible to avoid damaging the expensive material. Any sort of frustration you're feeling has been replaced by confusion. You feel like you're having two entirely different conversations.

When he finally turns back around to face you, he's staring down at you like you're the one being unreasonable. Like he doesn't understand why any of this could possibly be an issue.

"So, what? You planned on hitting raw for the next two weeks and just praying for the best?"

"No. I planned on hitting raw for the next two weeks and prayed we'd go home pregnant."

Your mouth snaps shut. Any fighting spirit you possessed is gone in an instant and you're left at his mercy. He places one hand on the wall near your head and sets the other on the counter. He's looming over you, using his size to intimidate you.

"That's what we agreed on all those years ago, right?"

At first, you don't know what he's talking about. You racked your brain for any semblance of the topic, but when you came up short, you couldn't help but think he might be bullshitting you. Just as you're about to ask him for clarification, you remember a conversation you had not long after graduation.

You'd both had sidekick positions lined up right out of high school. Your careers were up and coming and your relationship was strong. While you were happy with the pace things were going, it didn't stop his parents from pestering you about next steps.

It was probably the hundredth time Mitsuki had asked you about grandkids. You'd given her plenty of reasonable reasons why kids were most definitely not in the cards right now- career opportunities, money, not to mention the fact that you were both nineteen and not even married yet- but none of that seemed to deter her.

"If not now, when can I expect some grand-babies, hm? I'm not getting any younger and neither are you."

"How about we focus on getting engaged and married first, then we can start talking kids."

She accepted the answer, albeit reluctantly, and backed off a bit. Later that night Katsuki had cornered you, asking how you had finally managed to get his mother off his back.

"I told we'd have to get married first."

The memory is foggy after so many years, but it's there. It was a passing conversation, an unimportant day, but it's the only time either of you had mentioned a 'when' regarding kids.

"You know, when I said we'd have to get married first, I didn't mean we'd start the same day."

He scowls and closes in on you further. He adjusts his position so you're pushed against the bathroom counter and you're suddenly very aware of just how little clothing you're both wearing. His hands land on your thighs and slowly make their way up. He grips your waist and lifts you onto the cool marble so he can stand between your legs.

"I think I've waited long enough."

Let's just say you end up with two very bold, very pink lines on the pregnancy test a few weeks after you return home.

[blondbrat]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 1 : 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 ‘23

𐙚 Rafe Camerons!breeding kink

warnings ; smut, breeding kink, f!reader

Rafe who doesn’t love family ‘get togethers’ with a grumpy attitude and noticeable frown :(( maybe their more enjoyable with other families? families who weren’t obsessed with the latter of success and violence? rafe included. it just seemed pointless to him. unnecessary opportunities to argue and manipulate. that’s the only aspects of family he had ever known. until he had met you of course !!

here he was. letting u squeeze your delicate hand over his. fingers enlaced as you two walked down the stairs, into the buzzing yearly Christmas party.

he didn’t want you being there :(( you were like a ray of sunshine — his bubbly, sweet princess. your beaming grin on ur beautiful face was just so pure to him. he felt so overprotective !! letting his angel in the same house same room even as his psycho family just felt so wrong !!

but you convinced him everything would be all right !! he didn’t believe ur sweet words until he found himself leaning against the kitchen counter, listening to petty drama and chatter — he truly hated these kinds of things !! a pounding headache forming in rafes blond head :( his family were truly the humbugs of christmas in his eyes.

he could have sworn your pretty hand was curled in his. until he realized they weren’t, where did u go?? where the fucks his pretty girl? he couldn’t help but panic a bit, this was his crazy family after all !! his blue eyes darting around every room as he frantically looked for you. but rafe was just being protective as always, finally letting himself breathe when he found u upstairs, in the playroom he and Sarah used as kids. now all occupied with his darling little cousins, and you?

rafe was in awe. watching u play dollies with his little cousin darla <3 the brightest smile spread on ur face. simply playing with his lil cousins as ur eyes meet his, sapphire and laced in adoration. giving him a sweet grin. could you be any more angelic? any more beautiful? of course you were drawn to the adorable babies ((: taking not a single notice to his families tension — and letting ur bubbly mind find probably the only bright area of the party !!

u stood up, scurrying over to him as you smooched him a cheeky kiss. “m’ sorry, were you looking for me?”

“I sure was, baby.. your good with kids y’now” why was he smirking? oh !!

it isn’t long before he has you bent over his desk (!! his family still downstairs !!) thick thighs sprawled open as he pounds into ur puffy cunnty !! ur cock drunk lashes fluttering back as ur drooled over mouth let’s out pretty moans !! <3 his deep voice spurring praises like a prayer ‘fuck baby, so fucking’ good with kids’ ‘gonna look so pretty with a baby belly princess’ ‘cummin’ in ur pretty pussy like u fucking deserve’ hes a man of his word. ur gummy walls squeezing his cock as he slams agaisnt ur cervix. thick, warm ropes of cum spurring right into ur womb. how could u not cry out in ectasy? ‘need’ta be quiet’ he groaned. he couldn’t control himself !! u were so warm, so sweet — how could he not fill you with his creamy cum?!— “can’t think of a better gift baby, your gonna be the mother of my baby sweet thing” of course it doesn’t stop after one round !! u’d just look so beautiful with his blond lil baby !! ((:

[achilles-rage]

Good Luck Charm: Chapter 5

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: the next day you meet evan at the library, where he makes you explain your actions yesterday. then, the next day, an innocent conversation almost turns into one you're both waiting for.

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A/N: you guys!!! the feedback on this fic has been so overwhelming, thank you so much!!! i was gonna post a request today but since this one was a little better edited and i haven't had a lot of time today, i figured i'd post this today instead and post the request tomorrow! enjoy<333

warnings: inexperienced!reader, slight enemies to lovers??? a touch of slowburn???, no use of y/n, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader

The next morning, you drag yourself out of bed. You’re really not looking forward to seeing Evan today, and it feels a little weird. You’re usually excited to see him, but you can’t push away the dread in your belly as you think about what to say to him if he asks why you were so short with him yesterday. While you do feel bad about how you treated him, your feelings about him stay the same: you don’t believe he actually likes you. You just know now that you can’t hold that against him. You can’t force him to like you back, after all.

You make your way to the fifth floor of the library, seeing that he’s already sitting at the table you both have deemed yours. You sit down without a word and start pulling your supplies out of your bag, trying to ignore the way he’s studying your movements.

As soon as you get situated, you start to open your laptop, but his hand immediately comes out to close it. He leans forward on the table in your direction, making sure part of his arm is on your laptop as he rests his chin on his fist, making sure you can’t open it and ignore his presence any further.

“Nuh uh. No assignment today. You’re gonna talk to me about what’s going on in your pretty little head.” he states, keeping his eyes soft as he looks up at you, trying not to spook you. He notices the way you’re holding your breath, closing your eyes for a moment as you gather your thoughts.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” you say softly once you open your eyes, still refusing to look him in the eye. You’re afraid you’ll tell him everything if you look in those big blue eyes. He scoffs at your words, reaching a hand out to grab your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“Princess, don’t do this. Yell at me if you want. Just don’t ignore me.” he begs you, keeping your chin in his grip as he moves his face just inches away from yours. You have so many thoughts whirring around in your head, but all you can get out with him so close is: “We shouldn’t be friends.”

“Why the hell not?” he asks defensively, his tone hardening at your words. He tightens his grip on your chin as you try to look away, not enough to hurt, but enough for you to snap your eyes back to his. 

“We have nothing in common. You play football, and you go to all the frat parties, and you get like, every single girl you want, probably. I don’t do any of that. I go to class, and when I’m not doing class work, I hang out with my roommate, or go to work.” you explain. You’re not exactly saying you don’t want to be friends, just that you don’t understand it, and he picks up on this.

“Why does that matter?” He’s desperate to understand where you’re coming from. He really sees nothing wrong with what you’re saying. Your differences are what attracted him to you in the first place, and how pretty you were, but that’s not the point.

“It just makes no sense!” you exclaim, looking around the library with wide eyes once you realize how loud it came out. “I don’t know why I thought we could be friends, or something. We should just finish this assignment, and be done with it.” you finish, voice much softer as you lean away from his touch, trying to open your laptop again.

“I don’t want that.” he says matter of factly, putting a hand over your laptop again, keeping it closed. You huff, looking back up at him, frowning slightly as you chew on the inside of your cheek.

“I didn’t ask what you wanted.” you say with as much conviction as you can. You can feel the tears slowly forming in your eyes, and you try to will them away as you hold eye contact. You’re not even sure why you’re crying, but you can feel the way his eyes are boring into you, and it feels more intimate than any of the other times he’s looked at you.

“Why don’t I get a say in this? You think that just because we don’t have anything in common, there’s no reason for us to hang out? Well, I don’t agree. I like hanging out with you. I wanna keep hanging out with you, even when we’re done with this stupid assignment. I don’t care about any of the stuff you just said, alright? Now, please don’t shut me out.” he says angrily, jaw clenched.

He can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. He doesn’t understand where it’s coming from; how does this have anything to do with his conversation with Sabrina? He thought he was finally wearing you down, and it makes his chest contract in an odd way as he takes in your tense body language. 

“I just don’t understand.” you trail off, looking down as you see the anger creeping onto his face. You aren’t trying to upset him, you just aren’t sure what else to say without explaining your feelings for him.

“I don’t care. You don’t have to understand. You just have to know that you’re not getting rid of me that easily. I like seeing your pretty face everyday.” he whispers the last part, nudging your elbow softly on the table, giving you a soft smile. 

“Okay.” you mumble after a moment, feeling a smile fighting its way onto your face. You can’t help it. Everytime he calls you pretty, your heart races and you can’t help but fidget with your hands.

“Is that a smile?” he teases, ducking his head, trying to get a better look at your face, still angled down at the table. You shake your head, but a soft laugh escapes your throat, betraying you. He smirks at this, tongue trailing the inside of his cheek as his eyes glance to your lips for a moment before going back to your eyes.

“There she is. You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he tells you softly, trying to ease you back out of your shell. He’s picked up on the way you get all shy when he compliments you, and he figures this is the fastest way for you to get back to how you two were before. Your eyes dart up to his, shaking your head with a small smile.

“Let’s get to work.” you whisper, pushing his hand off your laptop and opening it. He straightens his back as he stops leaning on the table, feeling giddy as he sees you slowly letting him back in.

“Yes ma’am.” he mumbles back, opening his own laptop.

The next day, you’re standing in the hall with a girl you’ve had a few classes with, a small container open between the two of you as you offer her a cookie. You have to get rid of them somehow; you baked way more than you and your roommate could eat. After a few minutes, you both say goodbye and she goes into her class.

As soon as she walks away Evan walks up to you, quickly snatching a cookie from the container before you can put the lid back on. You smile once you realize it’s him, lowering the lid of the container as you keep the cookies between the both of  you.

He winks at you as he takes a bite, then lets out a loud moan, tilting his head back and closing his eyes as the taste hits his tongue. A high pitched laugh escapes your throat at the noise, and you reach out and swat him with the container lid gently, looking around at the other people in the hall who are now staring at both of you.

“Did you make these?” he asks once he swallows, opening his eyes and looking back down at you. You nod, laughing softly. “God. How do you not have a boyfriend?”

“Just lucky, I guess.” you tease softly, face growing hot. He shoves the rest of the cookie in his mouth, humming softly as he chews. You laugh again at his actions, shaking your head at his puffed out cheeks full of food. As he chews, his mind races at your words. Now he’s picturing you as a girlfriend. His girlfriend. How you’d be around him. How he’d be able to touch you whenever he wanted. It’s urging him to make a move on you sooner rather than later.

After he finishes the cookie, he looks down at you, eyes softening slightly as he speaks with a more serious tone. It’s now or never, he thinks.

“Seriously, though. Why?” You shrug, pursing your lips, nervously. You think you know why, but you really don’t want to explain to this attractive man exactly why you think so.

“I don’t know. Guys don’t really approach me much.” you tell him softly, eyes darting around the hallway as you notice that most people have filed into different classrooms.

“And have you thought that you’d have more success finding a guy who likes you if you didn’t bite the head off of every guy that approaches you, princess?” he teases, referencing the first time you met. You laugh softly, shaking your head. “My attitude has nothing to do with it.” you tell him, voice getting softer as you keep talking. The way he’s staring so intently at you has your stomach doing flips, and you can feel your mouth go dry as he speaks.

“Oh, really? You’re stubborn and feisty towards anyone giving you an ounce of attention, and yet you can’t figure out why no guys stick around long enough to appreciate you?” You purse your lips at his words, taking in the smirk stuck on his face as he teases you.

“I’m not like that around other people.” you admit sheepishly, shrugging your shoulders. His eyes widen slightly at this. He’s so used to you arguing with him that he almost can’t believe that you’re not like this with everyone. “Then why were you so defensive towards me? Why were you in attack mode when I first started talking to you?” he asks after a moment, his smirk widening as your eyes dart around nervously.

“You drive me crazy.” you whisper, as if it was that simple, eyes focused on your hands as you put the lid back on your container. It’s true, he does. He just doesn’t need to know it’s because he’s so attractive it makes your head spin.

“Is that so?” he matches your tone, taking another step closer to you. He’s pretty sure he knows why now; with your nervous expression and your fidgeting. He just wants you to say it. 

“Yes.” you whisper, swallowing as you raise your chin to look up at him

“And why is that, Princess? Why do I drive you crazy?” he continues, waiting for you to admit it.

“I don’t know.” you lie, letting out a shaky breath. You’re sure now that he knows everything. You’re really not doing a good job at hiding anything from him, but you’re so nervous and out of your element that you’re not sure what to do.

“No, I think you do. You’re just too embarrassed to admit it. Go ahead, tell me why I have you so riled up.” You can barely focus on his words as you look up at his face; you’re so overwhelmed by how close he is. You can’t help your eyes glancing down at his lips for a split second before moving back up to his eyes, mind blank as you try to slow your racing heart.

He notices your eyes trailing down to his lips quickly and his smirk grows wider. His eyes glace down to your lips as he takes a deep inhale, deciding that now is his chance. 

Just as he’s about to lower his lips to yours, someone drops their phone, a loud sound echoing through the hallway you’re in. It causes you both to snap out of the world where only you two exist. You jump slightly, then look away, blinking slowly as he clears his throat. 

Fuck, he thinks, the moment is now completely ruined. He barely has time to react before you look back up at him, your brain catching up to the events that just occurred.

“Don’t you have class right now?” you ask him softly. You can’t believe you thought he was going to kiss you. He’s probably flirty with every girl. Maybe he just doesn’t know how to turn off the charm? Your face grows hot as you think about it, waiting for him to respond.

“Uh, yeah, yeah. I guess I’ll, uh, go,” His shoulders deflate slightly as he responds to you. Maybe he had read you wrong, maybe you didn’t want to kiss him. He doesn’t want to push you any further, so he decides it’s better for him to just go. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nod, smiling softly, but he can see the nervousness written on your face. He gives you a small smile back and steps away, trying to give you your space. He feels like a complete douchebag, he feels like he almost just forced himself onto you. He’s picked up on your shy demeanor over the last few weeks, and he had assumed it was because of him, but now he thinks that maybe you’re just that shy around everyone else.

He says goodbye before walking away, and you let out a shaky breath once he does, still reeling from how close he was to you.

“Morning, princess.” he says as he sits down at the table the next morning, chuckling as he notices that you’re already almost done your coffee. He knows that you get coffee in the morning on campus before coming here, and he figures today has been a rough morning, as you’ve basically chugged the whole thing already. You greet him softly, taking your eyes off your laptop and meeting his gaze. 

“I accidentally submitted my pre-edited assignment to my professor. He emailed me this morning and asked why my essay was titled ‘Why Macbeth is a Whiny Little Bitch.’” you say, your face hot with embarrassment. Evan’s eyes widen, and he can’t help the loud laugh that escapes his throat, which makes the smile you were fighting erupt on your face.

“How the hell did you do that?” he asks through his laughter, and you shake your head, pursing your lips at his reaction.

“The un-edited one and the edited one were right beside each other, I clicked the wrong one.” you say, finally letting out a small laugh at your misfortune. You’re very lucky your professor is one of the most laid back ones you’ve had, and your assignments are usually very well done.

He continues laughing, and asks why you named it that, which sends you into a small rant about the Shakespeare play. 

As you explain, it’s almost as if your almost-kiss is forgotten about, or at least, the awkward events that happened after it are. You’re talking to him without feeling weird at all, and he has that stupid smirk on his face as he flirts with you again. It feels natural, and neither of you think too much about what almost happened, lost in how good it feels to be around each other.

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[polly-pocket13]

Give me a chance to show you how beautiful you are

bakugou katsuki x fem!chubby!reader 

tw: weight, self-doubt, self-hate, eating disorder, cursing, acne, bad english and bad grammar

a/n: just a friendly reminder that you are enough and beautiful just the way you are.

You are standing in front of your mirror and looking at yourself. 

You sighed. 

Your skin is getting worse again.

You gained weight.

Your tights are too thick.

Your belly is too chubby.

Your arms to giggly.

Slowly, your eyes started to tear up.

Why couldn't you be like the other pretty girls?

Those girls with the flat stomachs and clear skin. 

Those girls with beautiful tights and slim arms. 

Those girls who always look and act like a real lady.

Those girls who always seem perfect.

The next day, you started eating less and exercising more.

You began to isolate yourself from others and feel more and more ashamed about yourself.

Like right now, you were in your room again and stood before your mirror and looked at your imperfect body.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” you suddenly heard Bakugous voice behind you.

You didn't even notice that he knocked or entered your room.

“Bakugou, what are you doing here? Of course, everything is alright.” you told him and forced yourself to smile.

“Y/N, stop fucking lying to me. I can see that something is wrong, and I can see how, you force yourself to smile. I have known you long enough, to recognize a real smile.” he grumbled.

“I don't know what you mean.” you said to him.

“Don't play dumb, Y/N. Please tell me what is wrong.” he spoke to you.

“I am fine.” you lied again. 

You weren't fine at all. 

“Fine? You look to me like the absolute opposite of fine.” he said to you angrily.

You were overwhelmed with emotions.

You slowly started to speak, “Can't you see? I am the problem. How I look. How I act. Everything about me is just imperfect.”

You started to cry again.

“Who the hell told you such a bullshit. Tell me so I can break his nose.” he told you aggressive.

You replied quietly, “Kacchan, just forget it.”

“You don't want me to know? Well, then I will find out myself. It can't be that fucking hard to find an asshole without eyes.” he slightly shouted and wanted to leave your room.

“It was me, okay! I tell my self everyday I am not enough! So if you want to break someone's nose, feel free to break mine.” you said to him. 

He immediately turned himself to you. A second later, you could feel his arms wrapped around you.

Now, you started to cry even more.

He pulled you closer to him.

He whispered in your ear, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life.” 

“You only say it because we are friends and I am crying. You don't mean it.” you mumbled.

“Tsk, stupid gorgeous Woman. Why don't you believe me? I would not fall in love with you if you were not the most perfect human being in the world,”

he started tell you.

“I wished you could see yourself through my eyes. Then you would see that you are perfect from the bottom to the top. 

You would see how your eyes sparkle, when you talk about something you love. How you smile makes everyone else smile too.  How you just make everyone else to a better person, especially me. You would see how all stare at you if you dress up in your pretty dresses.  Damn it, Y/N yo drive me crazy every day. Your curves, your beautiful thighs, your soft belly. Just fucking everything.” he ends his “speech”.

You were shocked. You just stared at him for a moment.

“You like me? Like, really like me.” you asked him. 

“Typical Y/N. I told you lots of other important things and you just remembered one. Yes, I like you. Like, really like you.” he answered you. 

“I think I like you too, but I can't see myself through your eyes. I am just imperfect for me.” you told him.

“Give me a chance to show you how beautiful you are. Okay?” he asked you. 

“Okay.” you answered. 

Since that day, he has been proving to you every day how beautiful you are to him. 

And you slowly start to believe him and love yourself as you should because you are truly beautiful just the way you are. 

[thewritetofreespeech]

Hello dear author, could I request one with the characters Delico's Nursery with a reader who likes to do cute hairstyles, like for example a reader does bow hairstyles on Raphael or Elena? I hope I'm not bothering you with the requests for this work, I think your work is amazing!

Another day, and it seemed they were no closer to finding Pendulum than the were the last. Just more dead ends and blocked off alley ways.

“Eyyyy…my feet hurt…” Henrique whined as he made his way up the steps of the townhome in the city where the kids were.

“Your delicate noble feet too soft to walk the hard streets?” Dino criticized.

“Hey! It was a lot of walking today!” The red head snapped back.

“We need to remain on foot to get the better vantage.” Dali reasoned as he opened the door. “Too much is missed traveling by carriage in the city.”

“Agreed. If these urchins plan to slither through the streets, then unfortunately it is our duty as members of VLAD to slide on our bellies as well.” Gerhard commented.

“Papa! Papa!”

The men’s expressions seemed to lighten as Elena & Lucia ran to the door to meet their father. Henrique happily cried back out for them and spun the girls around, one arm a piece. “I missed you girls!”

“We missed you too Papa.” The girls chimed. “Look at our hair!”

“Wooow~! So pretty!” Henrique marveled as he took in their braids & bows.

“[Y/N] did it for us.” Elena told him.

“They did mine too!” Lucia added.

“The girls wanted to play hair salon.” [Y/N] chimed in as they came to the foyer too, following the young ladies.

“Well, it looks amazing.” Henrique told them with a great big smile.

“…papa…”

Dali looked down at the soft sound of Raphael’s voice and smile before he knelt down to his son’s level. “Ah. I see [Y/N] got to you too, eh? You look very handsome.”

Raphael smiled, then bashfully tucked his chin in as he pulled at his shirt bottom. “I like it. I can see better when I play with Angelico.”

“Then we’ll have to keep this style up then, won’t we?” Dali agreed. “You’ll have to teach me how to go it, [Y/N].”

“It’s a pretty simple tie back style.”

“[Y/N] wouldn’t do mine!” Angelico insisted angrily as he came into the room.

“That’s not true. I just said I couldn’t do a braid on you because your hair isn’t as long as Elena or Raphael’s.”

“They wouldn’t do it!”

“Angelico,” the boy froze when he heard the sharp cut of his father’s voice, “lying is not a becoming feature of the Fra family. Nor is complaining so loud when you do not get your way!” Angelico sniffled under his father’s criticism, then started full on bawling. “W-Wait! You’re not supposed to cry! [Y/N]!”

“There, there…” They assured Angelico. Gently patting his back and letting his tears subside. “Want me to brush your hair instead?”

Angelico sniffed hard and then muttered, “mmhmm…” He then took their hand and went back to the playroom.

“Fashion can be very emotional. Right girls?” Elena & Lucia both nodded fervently at their father’s comment.

“Where is my son?” Dino asked with a sigh. “Surely [Y/N] hasn’t braided his hair too.”

[amethystarachnid]

THOR ODINSON AS A GIRL DAD - a drabble

My boy Thor needs more recognition so here I am, fantasizing about him being a girl dad.

Look me straight in the eyes and tell me that this man isn't a family man, like he'd get you pregnant the second you say 'yes' to his proposition to start trying for kids.

"Yes, I think it's the time for us to expand our family" You say and he's already taking off his clothes.

"We could name our child with two names, an Asgardian name and a Midgardian one."

You live on Asgard now because how could he let his child, prince/ss of Asgard, grow up on Midgard? And of course you agree because being pampered like a Queen on Asgard is definitely better than your 9-5 job.

As soon as your belly starts to swell and you don't get your period Thor (now King of Asgard) throws a feast on all Asgard. His Queen is pregnant, it's a day to celebrate!

You can't know the gender of the baby until birth and you both say that you don't care about the gender.

Thor is secretly hoping for a girl though.

Not so secretly because you saw a parchment with lots of girl names

Oh and when you actually give birth to a girl this man is in tears (of happiness of course)

He would come up with a complicated Asgardian name while you'd be like "...Charlotte."

"Do you like the name Gunhild, my dear? It means fight." And when he looks at you with those big eyes you can't say no.

Which is a problem because your daughter has the same eyes.

"Look at her, she's so small...My little princess." This man is smitten.

Her date of birth becomes a national (can you say national about Asgard?) day, every year it is a day of feast to celebrate Asgard's princess Gunhild Charlotte.

Thor now decided to let his hair grew, "because it makes me more manly" he says, but in truth he just hopes to let Gunhild play with it when she's a little older.

Thor sings lullabies in Asgardian to her as he cradles her in his big arms, and the sight makes your heart melt.

"You're a great dad, Thor."

"I'm trying my best."

Once Charlotte is old enough (like four/five) you three take monthly trips to Midgard, to let your daughter be in touch with the life you used to have.

If Charlotte ends up having some sort of powers Thor is the happiest man alive, because it means his daughter truly is a goddess.

Being the first born she would have to inherit Asgard's crown so Thor asks her to lift his hammer. At four years old.

She can actually lift it and this man is in tears.

"My sweet girl is worthy- I knew it of course, but seeing it is different!"

Trains her with sword fighting and general fighting because you never know.

Lets her put pretty bows in his hair and proudly shows it off in official meetings.

"Thor, what are those bows in your hair?" Someone would say.

"Aren't they beautiful? Princess Gunhild, my daughter, put them on me, do you think she could be the new Goddess of Beauty?"

Everytime he talks about her he has to say "my daughter" or he isn't happy.

This man is simply girl dad material at its finest.

Let me know what you think of this drabble, and if you want me to write a drabble like this with another MARVEL character feel free to request! <3

Bucky Barnes as a girl dad - a drabble

[toto-the-cactus]

Like the Primarchs, which of their daughters would be friends and which won't get along with their cousins?

I love this kind of asks because it gives me the chance to play a bit with these supposed daughters and the already existing OCs that other creators have.

In addition, these are the rightful creators of some of the OCs I used for this:

Garm: @candyswirls

Callahan: @jaghatai-khock

Lilith: @staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty

Medea and Cornix: @meangreennunseen

Olyssia: @thornsorcery

Kataryna: @thethronezone

If I missed any tagging let me know so I can correct it, yall uwu

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First and probably the most predictable one have to be the daughters of Leman and Lion. Eireen is the dream child when it comes to discipline, duty and responsibilities but that left her with any social capacity stunted for life. It’s almost like any other astartes: put them out of their comfort zone (aka: war and battle) and they become completely clueless. Enter Garm here, who comes from a childhood where forming bonds is the norm among her family (tho not exactly in the most conventional way). They start off badly mostly because Garm's form of socializing involves roughhousing, biting and so on which, in Eireen’s eyes, looks mostly like taunting but worry not because as time passes, they get better mostly because the daughter of Lion finds on Garm both a strong supporting friend and someone that listen to her as herself and not some effigy of expectations put on her shoulders. It’s pretty much that meme of the “they asked for no PICKLES!”. Garm is the stronger and assertive personality of the two when socially speaking while Eireen is the “think before acting” voice between them which makes for the perfect combo to the absolute chagrin of Lion and the amusement of Leman and Callahan.

Funny enough, the most sociable of the daughters are two and one of them is none other than Mortarion’s daughter (which I will finally name as Bellis) and Horus’ daughter (Tahmina). The former because she has the personality of her mother and the last one because of her father. Bellis gets along practically with anyone and you’ll hardly see her being mean or outright hateful which makes her the perfect moderator with her other cousins that don’t get along that well. ‘Mina on the other hand is quite charismatic like her father and therefore knows how to get along flawlessly with her other cousins, tho she lacks the patience Bellis has so sometimes you can see her getting a bit more expressive on her annoyance when reaching her last nerve.

Medea (Magnus’ daughter) does try to get along with most of her cousins but you can’t win all battles. Being as much of a nerd as her father, sometimes she comes off as a ‘know-it-all’ by accident when just wanting to share information like any kid that found a new hyperfixation and that’s exactly why Daphne (Fulgrim’s daughter) is kinda abrasive towards her. It kinda gets better over time, but considering that Daphne grew up knowing the backstabbing tendencies that noble people have, she got a bit too many bad habits from them and she is always expecting the worse from others so that’s why she doesn’t let that many of her cousins to get that close to her.

Olyssia (Roboute’s daughter) gets along incredibly well with Medea mostly thanks to the rants they can get between each other. They would share their favorite books and get together to talk about them and do it again and again. It's kind of sweet and sometimes the parents of both girls would organize play dates even if they are too big for such things.

The children of Perturabo hardly get together with their cousins but the few instances they actually do, it’s a bit awkward being around them mostly because they work as a tight circle. The one usually speaking for her siblings as the ‘outside diplomat’ is Kleonike, who is the most pleasant of her siblings and the one that likes to meet more of her relatives. It’s not that much their fault since they were raised in a way that they could only count between each other and anyone outside their little siblinghood can be unwelcoming or even be weirded out by them. They grew up only being friends with their own siblings and never interacted with other children because of their father so they pretty much don’t feel comfortable having to socialize with their cousins too BUT! but when comfortable enough, you’ll see a few of them getting a bit chummy with those that share their same passions. Here a few of them per age order (oldest to younger):

Kleonike: gets along very well with both Medea, Olyssia, Daphne and Eireen. By default, likes to spend time for peace’s sake with Bellis or ‘Mina.

Melitta: the shy kid of her siblings. She rarely gets separated from her sister Charis, but in the rare instances she does, she is found around both Garm and Eireen. Loves her cousin Bellis as she is the one that teaches her about her passion for gardening. You’ll also see her doing some parallel play with Cornix (Corvus’ daughter) as they both rejoice in the comfort of having someone as company but… silently.

Charis: temperamental to a fault. She admires her papa so much that she wishes to emulate him (concerning) but she also has her siblings to reel back some of the bad personality traits that Perturabo had. Sadly, just because Perturabo said so, Charis doesn’t like Dorn’s children. It doesn’t matter that she never even started a conversation with any of them, she’ll just avoid them as much as possible. Over time, she’ll be forced to interact with them and eventually realize that they have a lot in common to the point where she gets flustered to admit that she considers them her friends too.

Maximus: as he became an astartes of his father’s legion, he rarely had any time to spend with anything resembling a friend that weren’t his sisters. Because of his really low self-esteem, I see this guy getting along pretty well with those that welcome him with everything and flaws such as ‘Mina, Bellis, Olyssia, Medea, etc. Probably not much with Garm and Eireen as both can be a bit too much for his quiet personality and Daphne can sometimes hurt with her words without realizing it. On the other hand, Cornix is probably his perfect match when trying to find a friend among his family.

Timo: too young to remember a lot of her cousins and the baby sister of all her siblings, so she is constantly being coddled by them.

Just like Bellis and ‘Mina, the daughter of Vulkan is quite the social butterfly. Loves spending time with all of her family but she gets particularly well with the children of Ferrus, as they share similar hobbies regarding blacksmithing. Funny enough is that she tries her best to make most of her cousins get along like your usual moderator but more often than not, she tries to include Kataryna (Konrad’s daughter) too to the social circle. You’ll always see her trying her best to be friends with her even if sometimes the dark humor of the mini Night Hunter gets a bit too much for her.

Kataryna had a hard time understanding social cues since at first the Primarch had quite the fear for anything bad to happen to his daughter, so developing proper ways to bonding with people were limited to her mother and father. She hit it off easily with Garm as roughhousing and biting are similar ways that she understood about socializing. Vulkan’s daughter is pretty much one of the few of her cousins that doesn't get too uncomfortable easily by her dark sense of humor and can withstand a ‘love bite’ from her without problem.

It’s expected that the children of Ferrus and Fulgrim would get along but ironically, they are so opposite from each other that eventually they fight more often than not. There aren’t a lot of things that the kids can share to have some peace, unlike the Primarchs that had a common ground when regarding their goal of achieving ‘Perfection’. That doesn’t happen with their kids, as they have too many diverting opinions about hobbies or, hell, even war strategies. (I’ll leave this one open for more interpretations so yall can put ideas here<3)

Lilith (Sanguinius’ daughter) does try to get along with plenty of her cousins and she’s good at it most of the time. The few times some of her relatives avoid her are mostly (as an example) Eireen, who simply has this animal sixth sense of perceiving nearby danger. Daphne, on the other hand, loves doing dress up with her cousin since she has the extra work that are her wings to get more creative with her attempts to make her look even more beautiful.

Angron’s daughter is a tough tooth among her relatives mostly for her own hard upbringing. It’s not like she lacked love, but she had a hard time understanding how to express that emotion when she only had her father and mother as examples of that. The one that gets her the best is Kataryna, only followed closely by Garm and Eireen. It’s kinda angsty but sometimes Eireen and Angron’s daughter bond over the trauma their parents have put them through. She doesn’t like Daphne mostly because she can’t find a common ground with her just like with Lilith and Olyssia. It’s not outright hate but simply that she feels uncomfortable among them, like a fish out of water.

Dorn’s daughter can be a bit more expressive than her father but at the end of the day, she also has a predilection for practicality. She likes spending time with the cousins that very much wouldn’t bring unnecessary drama or stress. Of course, that doesn’t mean she is outright rejecting those that wish to be amicable towards her. The perfect picture of a diplomat, probably even better than her cousin Kleonike (which is another match into the fuel that is Perturabo’s competitive ass). If this girl had someone ask her who she likes spending most time with, that would be Charis (share some similar hobbies) and Olyssia (loves discussing better ways to improve paperwork).

Alpharius and Omegon’s daughters are simply those twins in The Shining. Everyone is too unnerved to even get close to them.

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