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togrowoldinv · 2 years ago

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The Meeting

Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

When you meet a fellow mom at the PTO meeting, you soon realize just how much love she needs

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, fingering, oral (W receiving), mommy kink, general fluff at some parts

Note: I just woke up thinking about milf Wanda lol. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for updates! Enjoy!

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Your hands shake with nerves as you enter the school. You’re not one for group events, but your daughter’s teacher had asked you personally to help with this year’s spring events. You couldn’t say no.

You follow the other parents to the sign in table. Recognizing a couple of the parents, you smile at them and have some small talk as you sign your name.

And then you see her. A mom who’s new to the town, and everyone is curious about.

She sits next to you. You figure it would be impolite not to introduce yourself.

“Hey I’m y/n,” you say, holding out your hand for the woman to shake.

She turns to you. You could get lost in those eyes.

“Wanda,” she supplies simply. She shakes your hand gently.

Before you can ask her any questions, the meeting starts. Pepper Potts leads the conversation and explains that you’ll be divided into teams for the process.

You’re uneasy at the idea, but when she pairs you and Wanda as a team your curiosity is peaked.

The meeting comes to an end and it’s time to talk to your partners to make schedule arrangements.

“So, we can meet here on whatever night works best for you,” you start the conversation with Wanda.

“The boys keep me pretty busy,” Wanda explains.

“Boys?”

“Yes, I have twins,” she clarifies.

“Oh wow. I thought one was exhausting,” you say. Wanda laughs a little at that. “We can meet anywhere at anytime. I’m open as long as I have time to get a sitter.”

“Would you mind if we did it my house?” Wanda asks. “I have to wait for my husband to drive to me places and it’s just easier if-“

“Sounds perfect,” you cut her off. You didn’t need to know anymore than that about her husband. “Just text me your address.”

You hand her your phone to put her number in and shoot her a quick text that it’s you. With a quick goodbye, you and Wanda go separate ways. She texts you the next morning with her address and the time to be there.

The first time going there you were nervous. You didn’t know anything about Wanda other than her first name. Every week you learn more about her and start feeling yourself really drawn to her.

Today when you show up at Wanda’s, she answers the door wearing her best dress. But her eyes are sad.

“Hey Wanda. You look nice,” you tell her. “I was supposed to come here tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, come in,” she replies.

You walk in and sit your stuff down on the couch like usual. Wanda sits next to you, but her focus is on her phone.

“Is everything okay?” You ask her.

Wanda drops her phone onto the couch and turns to you.

“He isn’t coming home tonight. It’s our anniversary and he isn’t coming home,” she says. She starts crying.

You move closer to her and wrap an arm around her shoulder. She leans into you and cries into your chest.

“I’ve got you, Wanda,” you say. “I know how hard this is.”

“You do?” She asks through her tears.

“I do. I went through the same thing. Hence why I’m a single parent now,” you explain.

“I didn’t know. You always seem to have it together,” Wanda says.

“Yeah well, truly I don’t. But that’s alright.”

You wipe Wanda’s tears from her face with one hand and rub your hand over her back with the other.

Wanda’s tears begin to subside. She shifts in your arms and is now inches from your face.

“Wanda,” you whisper just before she leans forward and kisses your lips.

You can’t help but kiss her back. She’s so beautiful and so deserving of soft love. After a few minutes of kissing, Wanda seems to realize what’s happening and she pulls away a little.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her breath hits your lips.

“Wanda, when is the last time someone kissed you like this?” You ask her.

“I don’t know.”

You run your hand through her hair and Wanda’s eyes close in comfort.

“Can I kiss you again?” You ask. She nods. “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

“Yes, please, yes,” she breathes out.

At her words, you kiss her deeply. She melts against you. You pull her into your lap, and kiss her neck. Wanda moans and moves her hips as you pay attention to the soft skin of her neck.

“Bite me,” she mumbles. You grin against her neck and do as she asks.

You pull away and look at her. She’s so beautiful.

“Wanda, you’re so gorgeous,” you tell her.

The smile she has on her face makes your heart swell. You lift up her dress over her hips to reveal red lacy panties.

“Fuck, Wanda.”

You run a finger over her panties and feel her wetness. She grinds against your finger and you take that as a sign to slip her panties to the side.

“Oh god,” Wanda moans.

“Be good for me, baby,” you say. “Already so wet for me.” You run your fingers over her folds and slip them into her.

She rides your fingers as you continue to kiss anywhere you can reach on her body. It’s not long before Wanda’s hip movements become erratic.

“Come for me, Wanda,” you say.

“Fuck,” she moans as she coats your fingers.

You work her down from her high. And she falls against your shoulder. You kiss her temple and she smiles against you.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” You ask her.

“I haven’t felt this good in so long,” Wanda replies. She kisses your neck. You hold her tighter against you.

“You deserve to always feel this good.”

Wanda shifts in your arms to look at you again. You kiss her and reach behind her to unzip her dress. She stands up and the dress along with her panties fall to the floor.

You take in the sight of her standing there with nothing on.

“My god, you’re so beautiful,” you tell her.

She smirks and reaches her hand out for you to take. You smile and take it. Wanda pulls you off of the couch and into her bedroom.

You kiss her as she falls back onto the bed. This time you bring your lips to her nipples and suck them.

“You feel so good,” Wanda says. Her hands push you further into her chest.

“All for you, mommy,” the word slips from your lips. You stop sucking on her due to the feeling a little embarrassed. But Wanda doesn’t let you hesitate for long.

“Mommy needs you,” she says. The term makes you both so amped up and ready.

“I’ll take care of you, mommy,” you say. You move down her body and drop kisses along the way.

You lick her folds and she makes beautiful sounds. Taking her clit in your mouth, you bring her close almost immediately. She definitely hasn’t been touched like this in a long time, if ever.

“Fuck baby,” Wanda says.

“Come for me, mommy,” you say against her.

And she does. You wish you could remember the sounds she makes for the rest of your life. So beautiful, so pleasant.

You clean her up and move up to lay next to her. Wanda kisses you in a way that feels like she’s thanking you for helping her feel so good.

“I’m so glad I met you, Wands,” you say.

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n,” she says. She moves to straddle your waist and slips her hands under your shirt. “It’s your turn now, baby.”

You smile and let Wanda start to undress you.

You are so glad you went to that PTO meeting.

Wanda Maximoff is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.

And here she is above you, making you feel so good.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff comfort #wanda maximoff fluff #she’s so hot fr

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your-nanas-house · 1 year ago

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Hey, been quite a while since I follow you, maybe almost a year. Can you maybe do a story of your liking about tate langdon?

Could be anything. Thank you!

Hello dear, thanks for following me! I don't think I ever wrote for Tate Langdon, though but I will try to write a small drabble. You're welcome, darling 🍓❤️

Warm water

◇ Pairing: dark!Tate Langton X older fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, age gap (they are both adults), mention of cheating, dubcon, blindfold, ghosts, mention of reader being a mother.

◇ Summary: It was one of your rare free days since your last pregnancy and you had some time for yourself.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It was a Sunday morning, you had woken up early to prepare breakfast for your children, Violet and the two twins Peter and Robbie, who were born a few months ago.

Your husband was still asleep in your bed when you got up and started your routine, luckily the children were also still in dreamland and stayed that way for a few hours.

The house came to life shortly after 9am, the children were in the kitchen eating while your husband was talking to your housekeeper, Miss O'Hara, before heading to his office and starting his usual sessions with his patients.

You were busy preparing your baby twins to notice that he didn’t even gave you the usual morning kiss, not that you minded that much though.

It was a busy day that day, the kids were going out, the twins to a baby party and Violet to her classmates for a sleepover so the house was all yours and your husband's.

Ben, your husband, usually worked till 6pm so you had most of the day just for yourself since miss O'Hara assured you that she would have cleaned herself the house.

Thats why you prepared a warm bath, filled with bubbles and an amazing perfume that you really enjoyed; you searched the perfect temperature before starting to slowly undress, getting ride of your pajamas as you watched yourself in the mirror.

A lot of things changed after your pregnancy and one of those was your body, you didn't mind it, it made you look like one of those hot milf but you missed sometimes the body you used to have— with this though you stepped in the warm water, lying slowly in the bubbles as you leaded your head back on the tub.

It was nice, the warm water was working its magic on your sore muscles and the sweet perfume of the soap you were using was putting you in a good mood— you were like lost in your own little world, your eyes closed and mouth slightly open as your scratched softly your own head to wash your hair.

It wasn't log after your alone time started that the door of the bathroom opened, someone moved closer to your relaxed body and blindfolded you without warning— the music went a bit louder but still low enough to make it relaxing but to cover every sound outside.

Thats when you felt his hand, touching first your legs and slowly up to your thighs making your back arch and hum since you thought that it was your husband

"Oh, darling—" you whispered, feeling long fingers slide inside of your waiting folds, curling and thrusting in a pleasurable way; something felt odd though, his fingers weren't like you remember them but you were too focused on the pleasure to mind it.

Even when your hands grabbed his board back as he thrusted his hard rock cock inside of you, starting to move slow but deep thanks to the warm water of the tub— there too, was something wrong.

He felt different, thicker and quite unexperienced, his thrusts were sloppy and his groans low and seducing. You were really loving it, expecially when the pace got faster, the water spilling out on the bathroom floor as your legs went on his shoulder and the blindfold fell in the water.

Your eyes met quickly Tate's one, his face was twisted in pleasure just like yours, his big rough hands were kneading your breasts while his hips snapped harder against yours.

Your back arched, your eyes got wide, and your jaw dropped at the sudden pleasure. You didn't manage to praise him or anything, the only thing that left your pretty lips before you reached your peak was his name

"Tate—"

After that, he disappeared, leaving you all alone in your warm bath and your sore abused pussy; the post-orgasm effects still there, clouding your mind.

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bohemian-nights · 1 year ago

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HOTD is really weird when it comes to how they cast actresses/actors based on age. Luke is 14 and Aemond is 18/19. Both Elliot and Ewan did a good job but it looks as if an adult in his late twenties early thirties is chasing around a kid who’s still being breast fed (I’m exaggerating a little but still) of course Team Black is gonna say stuff like “Aemond killed a child” because it looks as if he did. I’m not sure if this was done to further cause sympathy for Team Black but now you’re just making it look pitiful. The same thing with countless others. Paddy Considine plays Viserys and you can clearly see him age. That’s not say that I think all of the cast changes were wrong I just feel some of them were unnecessary and for the cast changes they didn’t make they should’ve visibly aged the actors.

Having a grown man playing a 16-year-old (show!Aemond should only be around 16 cause he wasn’t even born in episode 5 which was 16 years ago by the finale🫠) chasing down a 14-year-old played by an age-appropriate actor who looks every bit like a little kid is a choice.

Though I will say I think there is a greater reason for this choice than just trying oh let’s make the Blacks look super sympathetic. In the books, Aemond comes off like a psycho chasing after Luke and saying that he doesn’t care if he lives or dies, he just wants an eye(I do feel he was entitled to this, but not his life). In the show actually did their best to make him look sympathetic even if the “it was an accident” angle looks stupid as hell.

Don’t get me wrong, they could’ve cast an older actor or someone closer to Ewan’s age to play Luke, but I think the real reason why they have a grown man playing Aemond is because of Alysmond.

They wanted people to root for the couple and if the age gap was visible 😬 People say they want a milf romance, but I guarantee if they cast a baby-faced 18 and put him next to an actual woman in her 40s people would call it creepy🤷🏽‍♀️

The casting decisions in terms of age are all over the place, but I think they are mainly being done for a similar reason, keeping everyone young(ish), “hot,” and shippable.

They wanted to show Paddy aging and getting sicker so he’s the exception, everyone else is young and beautiful forever 🤣

#hotd critical #bnask #bnasks #lol my explanation probably sounds very vapid but 🤷🏽‍♀️

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jaymber · 2 years ago

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1,40 and 46 for the 3 bbs? 🥺👉👈

(Going full SilverVdyne cause I know you won’t mind uwu)

1. Who fell for the other one first?

Well, simply put: Kerry fell first, both for Johnny, of course, but also for Vaea. And Johnny only knows when he realized he had fallen for Vaea, but their minds were too merged to tell the exact moment they fell for one another.

Johnny was Kerry’s teenage crush, that never went away. No matter how many outputs or inputs he went through, no one could erase his feelings for Johnny, but his friend was never quite ready for them… And then Johnny was gone, but those feelings weren’t.

If Kerry got closer to Vaea for the engram in his head at first, he quickly saw him as his own person. Around him, he felt heard, seen. He felt alive, for the first time in a long time. Vaea brought spice into his life, just like Johnny had, but with a sweet aftertaste he hadn’t known before.

Johnny realized he cared about Vaea a little too much at the Oil Fields, but didn’t accept his feelings until after Vaea was gone behind the Blackwall, thinking at that point it was too late, that he’d never come back. He was felt alone in the world, Kerry the only other person who could understand his loss. He sought to reconnect with his old friend, and realized his heart still race seeing him now, despite Vaea’s feelings for Kerry gone from his mind.

And Vaea? Well, as a man who thought he couldn’t fall in love for almost 20 years of his life, it was harder for him. When he came back form beyond the Blackwall, it took him some time to accept his feelings, accept the fact he wouldn’t love them the same way every day. It took him some time to understand that they were alright with that fact, and reciprocated those feelings, romantic or platonic. But, since his feelings fluctuate, he falls in love with the both of them over, and over again.

40. Who tries to distract the other when they’re trying to do something else?

Both Vaea and Johnny, but only one of them tends to success in their distractions.

When Johnny’s bored, he has to make it everyone else’s problem. Except Vaea’s pretty immune to his tricks, since he pulled them over and over again in the few months they were one. Nothing Johnny does can distract him anymore when he needs to do something. As for Kerry, well, he grew some spine in their 50 years apart from one another, and more importantly, knows what tone to use to make him stop.

When Vaea wants attention, he’ll do anything to get some. Anything. He’s a lot more open about his needs since coming back, and Johnny isn’t used to his tactics just yet. Also, he can be cute af when he wants to, and who wouldn’t melt to his puppy eyes? If Johnny grumbles and calls him a pain in the ass, he can’t resist his charms. Same goes for Kerry, though he’s better at multitasking and get still give Vaea some attention while working.

46. How do they make each other laugh?

Johnny relies on nostalgia. Though he doesn’t remember everything, he does remember Kerry and himself had their embarrassing moments and other crazy stories. “Remember when-” he’d start, when Kerry’s had a bad day and needs a smile. He does the same with Vaea, expect he likes to remember moments he wasn’t there yet, memories he kept from their time as one.

Kerry relies on stories as well, but some both his inputs don’t know about. He’ll never tell how much of that tale is true, but he will either make them as absurd as he can, as as boring as possible just for Johnny or Vaea to mutter “bullshit!” for the joke.

Since he still has a hint of an accent, Vaea likes to play the “clueless foreigner” around them. He either distorts idioms, one of his favorite being, “Well, yeah, it’s not rocker science”, or pretends he doesn’t know certain words, like he points at an ad and says, with the thickest, fakest French accent he can muster: “Ouat iz ‘Milf’?”

#thank you thank you thank you #cyberpunk 2077 #oc: vaea temarii #silverv #silvervdyne

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a-quiet-borderline-diary · 8 months ago

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I haven't written in a while.

I have been feeling a bit down lately because I don't have many friends, and none are as close to me like friends I had when I was younger. I am 32, so I know this is part of getting older because many people are just busy with their lives.. But I just miss it.

Sometimes I blame myself for it, or wonder if the more someone learns about me and gets to know me, the more likely they are to pull away.

I usually tell potential friends that I am bisexual/polyamorous/neurodivergent (adhd) pretty early on and maybe that oversharing is alienating. I'm afraid that if I'm not upfront though, that people will suddenly flip on me later. I have rejection trauma for being bisexual and for being polyamorous.

Although polyamory isn't an identity in the same way as being queer, it is a lifestyle that is often not accepted and sometimes ridiculed by others of all sexualities and genders.

People can say some pretty mean stuff about polyam folks. Like ok, I get it isn't for you. But why are we constantly called degenerates and cucks?? I don't watch my partners do things with others. We simply have multiple relationships. I don't even know why I try to make others understand, because we shouldn't even need to be understood to be respected.

Also, of course, being neurodivergent and mentally ill alienates me from others sometimes as well. I know that because I struggle with chores my house isn't always up to par so I feel self conscious to invite people over. But it seems like on occasions where I actually clean well and plan for guests that not many people even come.

Meds have done a lot for helping me to not get into arguments/fights with friends and partners as much as when I was younger. I lost a lot of friends in the past to this, but now it is too late to salvage those relationships.

I keep trying to start new and it just seems like I never will where I'm living now. I managed to make a few friends to hang out with occasionally but I feel like only my romantic partners (2) really know me and understand me. I feel like I am cursed always masking around friends or potential friends and it prevents me from getting closer. I even heard one girl who I thought was my friend thinks I'm fake. I'm trying to be fucking polite and not be a freak. But ok I guess that makes me fake. I can't win.

I think some of my unmasked behaviors are also just hard to accept. Even my romantic partners think I'm a little cringe sometimes but they love me so they are able to find endearment in it that other people probably won't. I do things like act very childish and make random noises. I fidget twirling my hair and biting at my nailbeds. It might not sound extreme or anything, but my disposition differs pretty greatly from how I behave in public and with friends I have not felt comfortable to unmask around.

A lot of my problem is region based though, and I know that (I live in a rural area, and I'm from a larger city where I had a better opportunity to meet like minded folks.) It doesn't make me feel much better about myself though.

I have over a year until we can move away from this region but it can't come soon enough. I'm 32 and I am afraid my best years are just over. I'm still often told I look 25 and I'm still attractive.. Albeit a little overweight now (but in a milf way!) so I don't feel like I have lost my youth yet but I don't want too much time to pass by where I must remain stagnant.

At least I have my 2 wonderful partners with me every day. We all live together and we are very happy otherwise. My boys are homebodies so they aren't as bothered by being in a rural area as I am though.

My husband is my best friend and our dynamic is very sassy and fun. He has been there for me through many struggles in my life and I have for him as well. We have been married nearly a decade.

My bf is wonderful as well, but a newer relationship. We have been together a bit over a year. He gets along well with my husband and they share a lot of hobbies. He is so gentle and remarkable at solving conflicts. I don't think I've ever truly had a fight with him.

All of us also share similar values and beliefs in general so it feels like I'm with my people. I just wish I had more platonic friends who I felt much closer to.

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howyouloveyourdragon · 2 years ago

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tldr; OKAY SO I THOUGHT WE WERE GONNA GET THE THIRD ACT OF 'She Walks In Starlight' FIRST IM SO EXCITED AHJDKKD THANK YOU BABY!!!!!!

The prince and the princess as newlyweds were insatiable, by all accounts.

Rhaenyra had a shyness at first, with her cheeks pink from the salacious affection from her new husband and her whispered plea to take her to the marital bed, but Daemon would not be abated.

she's practically been waiting for this since she was a teenager i already know that these little shits are gonna be like rabbits

it's a good thing hotd changed the timeline up cause there is no way in hell i would have believed they only resulted in 3 kids in 10 years of marriage between these 2, i personally do not believe that daemon has ever had pull out game

The staff learned to recognize the lingering, lustful gaze of the Rogue Prince and would be quick to clear the room.

the servants: sigh these bitches hath been too horny milord you will have to wait

You dared allow your eyes to dawdle past what was deemed appropriate for your station, just captivated by their beauty and mesmerized by their actions towards one another, the intimacy of their touch and the beauty of their old language that spilled from their lips in soft, honeyed tones.

this girl me fr

As you stripped the bed and gathered the soft silk, your eyes fluttered with the intoxicating smell of their lovemaking, and its potent smell made a warmth curl within your core.

you're making me wet reading about how wet i am what

“I can smell her cunt from where I stand.”

I CAN'T FIND IT BUT IF YOU KNOW THAT MEME WHERE AEMOND'S EYES ARE ALL BLUE LIGHT FUNKY AND IT SAYS 'i can smell your cunt from here' JUST IMAGINE I ATTACHED THAT

“Stop scaring her,” and the princess pressed from the bed, coming to your side with purposeful steps. “You may leave us,” she said to you, her voice sweet.

i'm so in love with this milf

“Must you frighten every handmaiden in Dragonstone?”

PFFFTTT YES IT IS HIS DUTY

She leaned forward, her arms crossed behind her back and catching your eyes with her own lavender ones, with the same sweet or mischievous smile splayed on her face. “My dear girl,” her voice was low and sultry, her lilt clenched at your core. “You seem so very devoted to your queen to-be, is this correct?”

She hummed and pressed closer still, the warmth radiated from her and seemed to meld with the passion that churned in your lower abdomen. “Then allow me to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened still, your lips parted with shock and she gently cupped the back of your head, tilting her head and bringing her lips to touch yours. Her lips were soft and your hands trembled before they rested on her hips, your soft moan allowed her tongue to curl against your own with a languid pace to savor your taste.

i'm not even kidding when i say

You saw that the prince was laid across the bed and the princess pressed another quick kiss to your lips. “You may leave now and without any ill will,” she offered you an escape. “Or you may stay and serve your liege.”

hers was silk and yours was cotton.

okay i actually really love this establishing comment cause it reminds you of station and power play and AHHH I LOVE HOW YOUR MIND WORKS

and rucking it around your hips.

WORD CHOICE THAT ASSOCIATES WITH CHARACTER >>>>>>>>

“She likes it,” the prince spoke, his low baritone reverberating against your back.

yeah no shit

She stopped a moment, perhaps to respond but instead you leaned forward, capturing her mouth with your own with the desire to taste yourself on her lips. Her kiss was soft and warm, and her tongue gently flit across your upper life. “Lay back,” she breathed against your mouth and you felt the thick arm of the prince snake around your waist and pulled you back against him.

Your cries grow wanton and she added a second finger to the sensual tactician against the sweet spot within you. “Do you like this, sweet girl?” She breathed into your cunt.

when rhaenyra calls reader 'sweet girl'

The prince stopped his ministrations and brought his fingers as a sharp slap against your clit. You cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain. “That is your queen.”

the power playyyyyyy and it's not even toxic i-- anjskdkdk

She smiled at you, still sweet, still mischievous, and all she said is, “Good girl.”

i want to scream

dōna riña

Summary: You are enraptured by the prince and princess. Paring: Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 2053 Warnings: Kissing, fingering, oral (female receiving). 18+, MINORS DNI. Author’s Note: Thank you to @aspen-carter for being my beta reader. Her stories are amazing, so go and enjoy her work! This is one of the poll options and it didn’t win, but I couldn’t help but write this anyway. I was inspired by @ruby-dragon (Champagne and Rubies) and @sapphire-writes (The Au Pair) pieces they have been working on and it literally would not leave my brain alone. Anyway, this is dedicated to @howyouloveyourdragon and @evattude for voting on this in that poll ♥ Italics are High Valyrian. Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @sirenofavalon @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel

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once-upon-a-thigh · 2 years ago

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Perfect Little Secret - Part 1

Summary: Y/n’s friends are curious as to who her older girlfriend is. They certainly weren’t expecting the single mother across the road.

Pairing: Milf! Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Reader

Class: Series; smut

Warnings: 18+, age gap - older Wanda (late 30s), highschool age reader (18), taboo relationship, mommy kink, car sex, oral (Wanda receiving), fingering (r receiving).

Words: 2.8k

With a ring of the school bell I instantly shot up from my seat with the rest of my peers, hastily packing away my notes.

“Jesus Y/n, are you that excited for biology?” Kate, one of my closest friends, reminded me of the last lesson of the day.

“Oh, right. I’m not going to biology.” I giggled as thoughts of a different kind of anatomy lesson arose.

My other friend, Yelena, spoke up from the other side of me as we began to file out of the classroom. “Ditching, Y/n? That’s not like you. What would our favourite little nerd rather be doing?”

More like who I would rather be doing. A blush came to my cheeks as flashes of green lustful irises and subtle smooth thighs flashed behind my eyes.

At the sight of my reddened cheeks, Kate let out a gasp and gripped my arm, halting us to a full stop in the bustling hallway. “You’re seeing someone!”

“What? No I’m not.” I sputtered, looking everywhere but her eyes.

“You so are!” Yelena asserted, pointing a finger in my face accusingly.

My weak facade dropped quickly. “Okay I am.” I huffed, shaking Kate’s hand off my arm and continuing my way to my locker. Their quick steps followed me.

“Hey! Hey! You’re not getting away without telling us who you’re seeing missy!” Yelena shouted, hurrying after me.

Once I made it to my locker, both girls leaned in either side of me.

“Missy?” I giggled.

“Hey, don’t talk back to your mother, we just want to make sure they’re good enough for you.” Kate playfully scolded.

Rolling my eyes, I gave as little information as I could. “You don’t know her.”

“What? Does she go to another school?” The tall brunette pushed.

“She doesn’t go to school at all, she’s graduated. She lives on my street.” I gave away.

Yelena wiggled her eyebrows. “Older woman huh? What we talking here, collage girl?”

“Haha, yeah.” I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. Technically, I’m not lying. Wanda is going to college part time to study nursing now that she’s divorced. But mostly she’s a stay at home mom. A 37 year old mom…

“Nice!” Kate held up her hand, expecting a high-five.

Before I could even lift my own, Yelena had already slapped Kate’s arm down, muttering something about not being a dork.

Putting my books away in my locker, I started to back away from the duo. “Anyway, she’s picking me up early so we can hang out. You guys are coming to my parents’ BBQ tomorrow, right?”

Whilst Yelena just wolf whistled, Kate confirmed their attendance with an over-enthusiastic grin and a thumbs up. With a nod of my head, I turned back around and made my way out of the school with a jump in my step, excited for what is to come. So blinded by my rose-tinted vision, I blocked out my friends completely as my heart beat faster the closer I got to the exit.

"We're going to find out who it is right?"

"Oh definitely."

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Leaving the school premises, I look around to make sure there are no stray students hanging around before I speed walked to the red buick discreetly parked at the side of the road. I could just about see the cat-like sunglasses eyeing me through the rear-view mirror.

Tugging open the passenger door and getting inside, I was immediately grabbed at by desperate hands and tugged onto the woman's lap. After lifting her sunglasses onto her head and revealing those forest irises, she took hold of my jaw in one hand, tugging me forward until her lips clashed with my own. Our lips moved together sensually, quiet moans escaping with every gasp of air. Her ring covered fingers travelled up and down my waist, grasping at whatever she could before settling on my ass. Pulling away whilst sucking at my bottom lip, she smirked with a hum.

"Mmm, mommy missed you baby."

Looping my arms around her neck, I giggled as she began to nuzzle into into my own, laying open mouth kisses along my collarbone.

"I saw you yesterday." I mused, brushing her hair gently.

Pulling away from my neck, she bit her lip whilst eyeing my cleavage in the slightly low-cut top I was wearing. "Exactly, it's been too long. Now let's hurry, the boys will be home from school in an hour."

With a tap of my thigh, I moved from her lap into the passenger seat. As Wanda began to drive us to her home, I couldn't help but notice the constant glances she was making in my direction.

"Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer."

She tutted at my cheek. "You want me to take photos of you baby? I'll take as many photos of you as I want when we get the time next, save them for the next time I'm without you. How about that?"

I rubbed my thighs together at the idea of Wanda keeping sinful evidence of our secret relationship other than our dirty texts, trying to get some kind of friction when I felt my arousal began to soak through my panties.

"Now how about you put that cocky mouth to good use, hm? I'm tired of waiting." Opening her legs as far as she could without letting up on the peddle, she bunched up her summer dress with the hand that wasn't gripping the wheel tightly. I almost drooled at the sight of her wet slit, jaw dropping at her lack of underwear.

"Go on baby, mommy's ready for you." Keeping her eyes on the road, she bunched my hair to the best of her ability and pulled me down until my cheek was pressed against her thigh. I was about to complain about the strain of the seatbelt against my ribs, but all pain was forgotten when my eyes met with the closeness of her pussy, her clit hard and protruding from the hood between her folds.

She hissed, sucking on her teeth as I stuck my tongue out and swiped at the sensitive nub. Rivetted by her reaction, I curved my tongue at her entrance to gather her juices, using it to lubricate her folds so that my tongue would slide between them easier. I lapped at her slit swiftly, insuring to flick at her clit each time I reached the top. The action triggered her hypersensitivity as she drew closer to her high, thighs shaking and grip on my hair tightening. Her whines pitched higher as her hips began to lift from her seat, bucking into my face.

"Fuck! That's right princess, swallow all of mommy's cum." I suckled at her pussy, gathering her folds into my mouth as I slurped at the juices leaking out of her, gulping it down.

Once her hand at the back of my head relaxed, I lifted myself from her lap and wiped at my swollen lips with the back of my hand. It was then I realised we were already parked in her driveway. Probably for the best, you know, safety reasons.

Before I knew it she was at my side and dragging me towards her front door with a key in one hand and my waist in the other. I took a peak over my shoulder towards my house across the street, ensuring my parents weren’t home early. I had met Wanda when my parents forced me to take over some baked goods as a ‘welcome to the neighbourhood’ when she moved in a couple months back. Little did they know she would be getting a different kind of sugar from me that day, and has been ever since.

Once I was satisfied that there was nobody leering, I gladly followed Wanda’s lead and stepped inside. I was immediately welcomed with cherry lips on mine, pushing against me with such force that I leant up against the door to steady myself. Her taller figure melded against mine, grinding against me so that we were rubbing against each other with as much passion as our lips were. A nip to my bottom lip caused me to gasp, allowing her to slip her tongue inside as she had many times before, exploring every crevice with a satisfied groan. Taking hold of the back of my thighs in a tight grip, she lifted me so my legs were wrapped around her waist.

Our lips never left each other as she carried me to the couch. She plopped down with a bounce, steadying me so that I was straddling her lap. Tracing kisses down my neck, I tilted my head to help her along as her hands slipped under my shirt and began to tug at my erect nipples. My mouth opened with a pathetic whimper at the stimulation.

“You’re so beautiful baby, mommy’s perfect girl.” She spoke in between kisses, careful not to leave marks in order to not make my parents suspicious. I know that disappoints her, she’s spoken before of the need she feels to claim me as hers. Her possessiveness just further entices my lust for the older woman.

Red painted nails trace down my stomach, leaving light red scratches as they go. Slender fingers trail to the top of my jeans, where they then expertly undue the buttons and pull down the zipper. I begin to rock my hips into her, hoping that will tempt her into quickening her pace. I felt my wetness seeping past my folds when she slips her fingers past the lace barrier, my walls fluttering at the closeness of being filled. My yearning was granted when she plunged two fingers into my soaking core, immediately setting a curling motion. High pitched whines escaped my lips as her fingertips brushed against the sensitive spongy walls, my hips grinding so that the palm of her hand rubbed against my clit.

“That’s my sweet little secret. Look at you grinding on mommy like that, you just want your pussy filled until you cum don’t you?” Her raspy voice whispered seductively in my ear.

“Yes!” I cried, tugging at her hair in fists as I attempted to settle the rising tenseness in my body.

“Yes, what?” She slapped my ass with her other hand, resulting in me yelping.

“Yes mommy, please I want to cum for you!” I dropped my head into her shoulder, my voice shaking as my mind grew fuzzy the closer I got to my high.

She chuckled, thrusting her fingers into me at a faster pace whilst still maintaining the curling motion of her digits.

“Cum for mommy baby.”

At her permission I instantly relaxed and allowed the coil of pleasure to unravel. I gripped her shoulders and hugged her close as my body tensed all over, the shaking of my legs replicating the quivering of my silky walls as my arousal released into the palm of her hand.

Quiet whimpers and gasps of breathe filled the room as she slowed her pace inside me, before slipping her slick fingers out and replacing my tight hole with my puckered lips. She slowly thrusted her fingers in and out of my mouth, cooing as I sucked them in, gladly tasting myself.

After some time she pulled her fingers out, wiping them dry on the skirt of her dress. Giving me a peck on the lips, she patted my thigh to instigate that I move from her lap, much to my disappointment.

“You’ve got to get going my love. The boys will be home from school soon and you’ve got to act like you were in school all day. I called the school about your ‘dentist appointment’ so they shouldn’t be calling home, but just be careful.” She pecked my lips before ushering me to the door.

“You’re coming to the BBQ tomorrow right?” I asked with probably more enthusiasm than I would like.

“If it means I get to see you? Of course. It’s going to be awful not getting to touch you though.” She pouted playfully.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Well I could always give you a tour of the house, including my bedroom.” I teased, watching as her eyes zoned in on the biting of my lower lip. “I’m sure you would love to have me spread for you under my princess canopy.”

She groaned, pressing a forceful kiss against my mouth before pushing me towards the door. “Go, before I get too cocky.”

Smiling shyly, I back out of the house and make my way home.

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The garden was bustling with family, friends and neighbours. Everyone chatting away about recent events whilst the local dads stereotypically grilled away with drink in their hands. There was plenty of people around for me to greet, and yet a certain redhead was the only one I was looking out for.

Soon enough, I saw two brunette boys running through the doors and joining the football game played between the children. Recognising them from the frames decorating her house, I discreetly adjusted the cleavage in my swimsuit as I awaited Wanda’s entrance.

So when I recognised the sway of sultry hips, I instantly perked up and put on my brightest smile in her direction. She wiggled her fingers back at me in a wave, though when looking at them I couldn’t help the sinful memories of the ‘wiggling’ they did inside me just yesterday.

Stepping out of the pool, I tried my best to make my way towards the woman, though my efforts were fruitless when encountering my many family members. Still, I felt her hot gaze intensely watching my bikini-clad body the whole time. Red is her favourite colour, after all. I escaped probably a hundred conversations before I finally found a place in front of the redhead.

“Hi Miss Maximoff!” I waved enthusiastically, smirking slightly when I noticed the subtle glare she gave me at the formal term.

“Hello Y/n, how are you enjoying the BBQ?” She placed a hand on my shoulder, an action that would seem innocent to anyone around us, but the squeeze she inflicted tells me otherwise.

“It’s nice, I’m probably going to go inside for a bit though, it’s too hot.” Hot now that you’re here, I couldn’t help but think.

“Oh well if you’re going inside could you perhaps show me to the bathroom?” She smirked. Oh here we go…

With a polite nod of my head and a cautious glance in my family’s direction, I led her into the house and made a direct route to my bedroom. However, before we could even make it past the kitchen, she had dragged me into the dark pantry.

“Wanda!” I squealed, clutching at her biceps in surprise. Her skin felt hot against mine.

“Shh detka, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear us would you?” She whispered against my ear, tongue reaching out and brushing against the lobe.

“No, I suppose not.” I whispered back, grabbing her hips and pulling her close so she is flush against me. Our lips met desperately, leading us to a full on secret make-out session in my kitchen pantry. We were soon interrupted, however, by a flash of light when the door suddenly opened.

Jumping apart, we both made a quick attempt at straightening out our clothes and hair to make us as presentable as possible for whatever excuse we were about to make. However, all worry diminished when I caught sight of the familiar cheeky smile of a blonde and an open-mouthed shocked expression of a tall brunette.

“Y/n is shagging a milf!” Yelena blurted, grin growing.

Instantly, Wanda stepped forward in my defence in an attempt to cover our tracks. “Girls, if you don’t mind I am trying to have a serious conversation with Y/n.”

“Sure looked like some conversation Miss Maximoff.” Yelena cheeked again, leaving Kate still open-mouthed at the revelation.

Before Wanda could utter another word, I calmed her with a gentle touch to her shoulder. “It’s alright, these idiots are my friends.” I stated with a roll of my eyes.

Kate began to sputter out words. “B-but, Y/n, she’s like 40!”

“I’m 37!”

“She’s 37!” Wanda and I shouted at the same time.

“Woah woah, no need to get so defensive.” Yelena swung an arm around Kate’s shoulders. “Age is just a number Kate Bishop, now how about we leave the love birds to it?”

The two turned and left slowly with Yelena trying to support Kate’s shaky legs. “We’ll keep your secret, don’t worry!”

It's tough being Wanda's perfect little secret. But if it means I can have her at all, then I wouldn't change a thing.

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I wrote half of this when drunk so I’m sorry if it’s crap but I just could not bring myself to write sober.

Anywho, hope you liked it. I have an angsty (but still smutty, don't worry) part 2 idea in mind if anyone wanted that.

Love, Meg.

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maximumsunshine · 2 years ago

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I think. And this isn't a gender specific thing. I think people reach a point around 40 or maybe even a little closer to 50, but nearing 40 is a good age. I think people reach a point where they are visibly aging. They maybe don't look old but they look like maybe you really don't need to card them for wine. And maybe there is a grey hair or two. And like ok wrinkles are still a ways off but the face just isn't youthful anymore.

And I think when you reach this age you need to stop watching listening to and otherwise consuming commercials so you can evaluate your face especially without the beauty industry in the background. And when you really look and take in your face you have 2 distinct options of what you can say next.

1. Oh fuck i look old. (You don't.)

2. Holy shit I look hot! (You are.)

I think. I mean it's just a theory I have. I had to fight tooth and nail to reach my on coming 39th birthday towards the end of the year. I can finally take a deep breath and say, yeah. I'll likely make it to forty. Fighting to survive has made me grateful to age. My grey hairs are a sign of survival as much as they are a likely sign if stress. I've said it before, and I'm saying it again, but i can't wait to have laugh lines to show off that I spent my life laughing, despite it all.

Despite it all.

And I don't want any of you to have to suffer half of what I've suffered both emotionally and physically. It's just so much. But it's made me into thos person that no longer dreads aging.

I think. I dunno. If you want to learn from someone who's been through it. Then i think a good lesson i can pass on is that life doesn't end on your 30th birthday. Because really, at 30 you're only just then *really* starting to figure shit out. Key word: starting. You never stop learning and growing. Never.

So like don't be afraid to age. Ok? Only the lucky even get a chance to get really really old. The lucky get to develope laugh lines. Grey hair is literally just hair. Style it look you always do. Pick a new style a month later. Dye it every color on the color wheel. But not because you're hiding greys. But because it's literally just hair. It's fun to play with. And you don't suddenly lose the ability to have a purple undercut just because you have sone greys.

Just. It's all going to be ok.

In parting remember this: you can't truly be a milf/dilf until you hit 40. There is just SO MUCH HOTNESS ahead for you. Yeah?

#Stacy's mom wasn't in her 20's #neither was Stacy's dad if that's what you're into

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ohayopoko · 4 years ago

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Connie's Mom (NSFW)

Pairing: Eren x BlackFem!Reader

Summary: Eren befriends Connie when he goes home for summer vacation to get to his fine ass Momma

19 year old Eren thinks he’s grown and Milf!Y/n shows him how to be grown

Story Playlist: Apple Spotify

HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN! @ackeroki Enjoy ya glow up day my love!!!

Eren is a confident young man, Y/n would give him that. He did it so casually, as if it was second nature and Y/n couldn’t believe this boy, who could be her son, was stepping to her right now.

Y/n ignores him, knife in her hand poised over the sandwich she was cutting up for her son. Her son, Connie, who’s in the living room across from the kitchen. He’s lost in his boyish video games, shouting at the screen with these ridiculously big headphones over his head. Y/n relaxes a bit when she knows Connie can’t hear them.

“That’s an awful lot of meat, Miss Y/n.” Eren voices his observations, the corners of his mouth curling up ever so slightly and Y/n’s never really paid attention to Eren’s face but she notices there’s this dimple that lights up on his cheek. “Do you think you can handle it?”

The topic at hand was meat. Y/n knew her little boy liked it when she stuffed his sandwiches with cold cuts, that’s why she had to cut it up in the first place. Eren’s curious though.

Eren’s amused when her eyebrows raise, a frown taking over her pretty face as she sets Eren with a look. “It’s for my son,” She corrects him, putting the knife down and turning to face him, one hand still on the counter as she continues. “Your friend.”

Eren’s not deterred by Y/n’s attitude, instead he comes in closer, putting his hand on the counter as he lowers his head and meets Y/n’s brown eyes. “What if I wanna be friends with you?”

“You’re like five years old,” Y/n counters as soon as the words leave his pink lips. Eren’s breath smells good, minty and Y/n’s not expecting that. Boys their age didn’t brush their teeth, let alone shower from what she’s seen but Eren has a nice scent to him. It’s something like vanilla and brown sugar.

Eren’s chuckle starts at the back of his throat, his smirk turning into a smile as he humors Y/n. His green eyes are low when he’s had his fun, rolling Y/n over and she swears he’s biting the inside of his lip with the way his mouth moves.

“Then I guess you’re ten.”

Y/n wonders where in the hell Connie found Eren for a friend and why in the fuck would he bring this fast ass little boy into damn her house. He looks good, tall for nineteen, though.

“Where is your momma?” Y/n calmly questions Eren, her eyebrows now quirking at him. The sunlight shining through the kitchen window hits his tan skin and he looks gold in the sunlight. She never noticed the flashes of ocean blue in his green eyes or his long dark lashes but she does now.

“At home,” Eren answers, his expression settling to something smug and Y/n’s not used to this. She’s not used to her son’s friends tryna get onto her. He’s not jailbait, but still.

“So go play with ya momma,” Y/n concludes their conversation, turning back to the counter to pick up the knife. “Not me.” She continues cutting the sandwich up, waiting for him to go away.

Eren watches her and he likes the way her bouncy black curls falls over her shoulder to kiss the counter with every move she makes. “But I wanna play with you.”

Eren tilts his head at her when she looks up at him again and Y/n feels herself getting a little flustered at his charming smirk. He’s manipulative though, hitting her where it hurts. “It looks like it’s been a while since you’ve had a play date, Miss Y/n.”

“I have lots of play dates.” Y/n makes the last cut and plates it.

“So why won’t you play with me?”

Y/n fixes him with another look and Eren snickers at her expression.

“Because you don’t even know how to play,” Y/n’s quip is sassy as she motions to the plate. Eren doesn’t have to come closer when he reaches for the plate, but he does and she can feel the contour of his abs when his stomach brushes against her arm.

“All I do is play,” Eren leaves the kitchen after that but he looks back at Y/n, winking at her before joining Connie in the living room.

The next time Eren steps to her is at the supermarket.

Y/n’s looking for fish sauce when she sees the Jaeger boy with Carla. Y/n vaguely remembers how she gushed about her son coming home for summer vacation at breakfast and mimosas and now Eren’s turning up in the supermarket with a face copied and pasted directly from Carla? Carla? Ink-skin, whiskey slinging, slick mouth, hot pussy Carla was Eren’s mother?

Carla has two cans in her hand, comparing them as Eren leans on the shopping cart looking absolutely bored out of his mind when Y/n pushes her shopping cart by them. There are no words exchanged even though Carla was a friend. Y/n considers telling Carla all about her fast ass son right then and there but she’s on a timer for dinner. Eren’s green eyes follow Y/n as she breezes by and he likes what he sees. She’s wearing these pink sweat shorts that make her ass pop and her titties are bursting out of her sports bra.

“Eren, do you think I could substitute the red beans for black beans?” Carla’s question pulls him away from Y/n.

“Huh?” Eren wasn’t listening and his eyes are still flicking up the aisle, catching Y/n turning the corner.

Carla let out a sigh, shaking her head at Eren as she puts the red beans down. “You really have to stop smoking so much, my love.”

Eren rolls his eyes. “Just repeat the question, Mom.”

“I’m serious!” Carla get’s all motherly on him and Eren doesn’t stop her when she reaches out and pinches his cheek “It’s fucking up all your brain noodles, Eren.

“Mommm,” Eren’s squinching up his face when she pats his cheek.

“Okay, okay,” Carla pulls her ponytail over her shoulder and she’s playing with it. “The black beans, do you think I could substitute it since your father doesn’t like the red beans?”

Eren snorts at that. “No, you’ll fuck the whole fuckin’ recipe up. Tell Dad to buck the fuck up, it’s just some fucking beans.”

Carla laughs at that, her eye corners crinkling as she covers her mouth. “I guess It’s my fault you’ve got a nasty ass mouth.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Eren picks up the sales paper and moves to leave. “I’m gonna go check out the milk prices, paper says Eight Continent is on sale.”

“Get the yellow box, baby!” Carla calls after Eren as he leaves the aisle.

Milk is the last thing on Eren’s mind when he finds Y/n picking out tomatoes and Y/n doesn’t know how he does it. How he has the balls to approach her and when he does Y/n lets out a loud annoyed sigh, rolling her eyes. Eren takes the ripe tomato from her hand, a smirk on his handsome face as he moves around her. Her ass looks fat and Eren really wants to bite it, but he controls himself, coming to stand on the other side of her as he feigns interest in the tomato.

“What’s crackin’, Ma?” It’s a “casual” greeting, his voice cool and low when it graces her ears.

From afar it would look like they were just two people coincidentally picking out produce at the same time.

“Does your mother know about your fresh narrow ass?” Y/n’s picks out another tomato, inspecting it. “Not to mention fast?”

“Fast?” Eren chuckles the word out and it raises the hairs on Y/n’s arms, it’s like a faint shiver. “That’s a new one, Miss Y/n.” He puts down the perfectly good tomato and randomly picks out another one.

Y/n puts down the tomato in her hand and picks up Eren’s tomato. It was more of a snatch, the way Eren saw it and he laughs at her as he picks up the tomato she put down.

“I like this game,” Eren drawls as he looks over at her. Y/n looks over at him and he’s plucking the tomato, over and over again as his green eyes leer into her and there’s this lazy curl to his lips that makes her pussy hot and Y/n hates to admit it but she likes what she sees.

Eren knows he’s already bagged this fine ass milf when her pretty brown eyes start sizing him up, flicking up and down his body as she looks him over one good time. Fuck, Y/n really likes what she sees. His feet are big and bitch you already know what that meant.

“Me too,” It’s her pussy talking, short and sweet as it puts a flirty smile on her face.

“First playdate and we’re already having fun,” Eren doesn’t stop plucking the tomato and Y/n notices. His nails are clean and glossy and she likes that.

They’re interrupted though. Carla’s coming towards them and Y/n comes to her senses. Grabbing a plastic bag for her produce, she walks off before Carla gets close. Y/n hears Carla pressing Eren about some milk as she walks away and when she glances back at them Carla’s pulling Eren’s ear.

The next time he sees her it’s night time. Eren liked to think it was a coincidence, him going to Connie’s house to “pick him up” for the party twenty minutes after he left. Y/n comes to the door, holding the handle with one hand and the other on her hip as she looks at him expectantly.

“Yes?”

“Goodnight, Miss Y/n.” Eren’s twirling his car keys on his index finger, already smiling at her. “Is Connie home?”

“No,” Y/n’s trying really hard to look at his face and not his dick print, which seemed a lot bigger today. “Everyone came over and they all left twenty minutes ago.” Y/n slips up, eyes flickering downwards and Eren’s so fucking evil, letting out an smug “Hm.” to let her know he caught that.

Nevertheless;

“Oh,” It’s meant to sound disappointed, but it sounds like he doesn’t care. Eren doesn’t but still. “That’s a real shame, Miss Y/n. Guess I’ll miss the party.” Eren stops spinning the keys, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he takes his time looking Y/n up and down.

Y/n crosses her arms, her silky red night lingerie coyly moving with her body. “If you leave now you can catch them,” She opens her arm, motioning to his car which sat parked in her driveway. “It won’t be too late to have fun.”

Eren tears his eyes away from Y/n to glance back at his black infiniti. “I don’t want to.” He admits when his eyes are on her again. His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck as he continues. “But can I have fun with you, Miss Y/n?”

Eren’s shirt moves up his tummy and Y/n sees he has a happy trail and damn, he was so fine. He calls her ‘Miss’ and Y/n likes that, it’s respectful. At least he had manners, right?

“I’m watching Scary Movie 4,” Y/n steps aside, clearing a path for him. “I think that’s pretty fun.”

Y/n hadn’t felt such vengeful sexual tension in a long time and it feels as if the air is thick in the living room. Was she tripping? Or did Eren feel it too? He didn’t look like it. Eren looks unbothered, languidly lounging next to her on the couch. His arms are crossed over his chest and he’s manspreading, eyes on the movie.

‘Why?’ Y/n thinks to herself when she gets a look at his dick print again and it’s just there, in her business, in her face, pressing through his white sweatpants. ‘Why is it so big?’

Eren laughs at Brenda’s bitching and Y/n tears her eyes away, trying to focus on the movie. When he quiets down they go on in silence and Y/n feels like she’s losing her mind. What was she doing watching a movie at one in the morning with her son’s friend? That’s it, that’s all he is to her and that’s the only way she ever learned of his existence- so what the fuck was she doing?

Y/n thinks the situation is weird, a grown woman like herself all alone with a fast ass nineteen year old boy late at night. But she just can’t kick him out after inviting him in. After the movie, Y/n decides he’ll leave after the movie and she settles down in her seat, trying to tune Eren out. He’s quiet but he’s loud as fuck when his print moves and Y/n catches that, her eyes flicking away from the movie and training on his dickprint.

Eren’s watching her watch his dick print and he’s so smug when he moves it for her again and Y/n jumps a bit. She doesn’t mean to, but she looks at him and he’s looking at her and they both know what the fuck is goin on.

“Closed mouths don’t get fed, Miss Y/n.” Eren’s teasing her and Y/n gets hot, rolling her eyes, looking everywhere for anything but Eren.

“You think you’re hot shit?” She doesn’t see him pushing his sweatpants down but lord, she hears it when Eren’s dick slaps his belly one time and Y/n feels her mouth watering when she gets a good look at him.

Eren’s a strong young man, he’s a stallion and Y/n has to swallow the saliva building up in her mouth. It’s tall and Y/n’s entranced by the veins on his dick and the flushed, wet tip. So, she was right, he did feel the sexual tension too. Y/n likes the trimmed dark hair on his crotch and fuck, she’s willing to risk it all to get a whiff.

“I know I’m hot shit, Miss Y/n.” Eren likes how bashful she’s gotten, she looks unsure but he sees her swallowing. She’s drooling over his dick and Eren’s so cocky, pulling his shirt up a little before putting his hands behind his head and making his dick jump again, calling Y/n over.

“Let’s...” Y/n sounds low and breathy, hungry as she scrambles to her knees between Eren’s legs. “Let’s see about that.” Her pretty brown eyes lock in his own as she licks her lips, getting her mouth wet for him. She hot between her legs and her pussy’s aching as she swallows Eren’s dick whole.

“S-Shit,” Eren sits up a little, his spine quivering at the intense warmth of her mouth and he’s breathing hard when she presses her big lips to the base of his dick. He wasn’t expecting this, girls usually started off with some licking, maybe kissing but-

“-Miss Y/nnn,” Eren sighs aloud, sitting back in his seat as he enjoys your mouth.

Y/n longs her tongue out of her mouth and Eren shivers as she licks the underside of his dick and wiggles the tip against his balls. His crotch musk smells good, sexy, clouding her mind and Y/n’s pussy is twitching in response. Eren doesn’t leave Y/n’s eyes when she starts to suck and she’s doing it so effortlessly with no hands. Her cheeks are hollow, lips flush against his dick with this devilish glint in her eye as she sucks him up into her warm mouth with each stroke of her neck.

Y/n pulls her mouth off of his dick with a loud pop and it leaves Eren reeling. He breaks eye contact, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling as he takes deep breaths. Y/n licks her lips, eyeing his twitching dick rocking against his tummy.

“You wanna be grown?” Y/n leans forward, licking out her tongue to lap at his balls wide and slow and Eren’s eyes are on her again. “Right?” Y/n gives the length of his dick a broad lick and she licks her lips again, her lips curling up into a smug smirk.

“All bark?” Y/n licks him again, this time from the underside of his balls all the way to the tip of his dick. “No bite?”

“Get naked,” Eren’s tone is rough but his ears are red, telling a whole ‘nother story. “I’ll show you how I bite.”

Y/n giggles at him, lolling her head to the side as she pities him with a soft, “Aw.” Y/n gives him another lick and Eren’s dick twitches against her tongue. She pulls back a bit, telling him softly, “Pay attention,” before she slides her thumb and index finger under his balls, pushing them up and closing her fingers around the base of his dick and Eren’s lets out a breath when she squeezes him.

Eren’s paying attention, watching as she closes her eyes and takes his dick in her warm mouth again. Y/n’s throating him, swallowing his sensitive tip repeatedly as her tongue twists and licks at the underside of his dick and Eren’s pressing up into her throat, eyebrows squinching together as his mouth falls open. Y/n squeezes the base of his dick and balls harder, denying him that sweet nut and Eren’s fingers are in her hair as he bucks up into her mouth.

Y/n’s other hand comes up and presses on Eren’s lower tummy, forcing him to stay still. She takes care of him though, closing her lips around him as she sucks him up. Eren let’s her, encourages her and soon she gets sloppy with it, her lips slack around his dick and her tongue longed out as she sucked him up and down, loud slurping noises coming from her mouth. She’s still squeezing him, swallowing him and it’s all too much.

“M-Miss… M-Miss Y/n,” Eren’s moan is a breathy one, pushed out of his mouth when he heaved his chest and Y/n’s pussy is dripping juice, bead after bead falling onto the hardwood floor.

Eren was gonna cum, he wanted to cum but Y/n’s making him fight for that nut. He’s hard as a rock in her hand, balls turning purple and Y/n doesn’t let up. Her pretty brown eyes are looking into his own as she puts in the motherfucking work. It feels so good Eren has a moment of clarity and he can’t believe he’s actually bagged Connie’s mom. His mind is snatched away when he feels the base of his dick hurting, aching and he wants to cum so fucking bad.

Y/n’s eating his dick up, tongue lapping his balls as she throat strokes him, lost in the aches and waves of heat that lit her pussy afire and made her clit tingle. He tastes good and Y/n forgets he’s not a lollipop, determined to suck him down to the bone. Eren’s toes are curling in his socks, eyes rolling back with a deep groan as Y/n sucks his brain though his dick and-

“-G-Gah!” Eren shudders as he spills into Y/n’s mouth and she’s still going, slurping up his cum back up as it ran down his dick. Eren’s tummy is heaving and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands anymore. His toes are all curled up and it’s starting to hurt but he’s still cumming and Y/n’s polishing it all off.

Cum and saliva’s leaking down Eren’s dick and balls, running over her hand and dripping onto the floor when Y/n finally stops, pulling back from his dick but not before licking at the tip. Eren’s a mess when she lets his anatomy go and she giggles when it flops against his tummy and another healthy spurt of cum shoots out.

The movie’s halfway done but it’s white noise as Y/n gets up and crawls into Eren’s lap. He’s a champion, dick still standing tall after she’s done with him and Y/n’s pussy is itching for its turn on Eren’s fine stallion. Eren’s hands are on her hips as she shifts forward and her breasts smell like Chanel N°5 when she puts them in his face. He breathes her in, hands trailing to grab her soft ass and he’s holding her as she rubs her pussy and spreads her lips over the tip of his dick.

Eren’s breath is hot against her breast and the heat coming off of her pussy deliciously wafted onto his tip and Eren’s squeezing her ass, needing her. Y/n gives him her pussy, gracefully sitting on his dick. She curls her toes, breathing a small, “Ohh,” as Eren forced her pussy open. Y/n sinks into his lap and they’re connected. Eren feels her juiciness around him and Y/n feels him digging in her deep and they’re face to face so she kisses him.

Eren squeezes two handfuls of her ass as he tongues her down and Y/n starts grinding when he’s pulling her cheeks apart, spreading her wet pussy on his dick. Eren’s rearranging her insides and she’s moaning into his mouth. Y/n grinds him just right and Eren’s digs in her belly, pulling a moan from her so loud it breaks the kiss and Eren’s breathing hard against her chin, squeezing her, holding her. Fuck, Eren’s in her business, in her face and in her pussy and Y/n feels as if she underestimated him when he starts rocking his hips up into her.

“Oh wow,” Y/n’s breath is shaky, her pussy embarrassingly squishing around Eren’s dick and he encourages her, clapping her ass cheeks with such force she’s thrusted forward, falling into another kiss. Y/n likes neat kisses but Eren’s sloppy with his kisses and she’s trying to keep up with him but he’s manhandling her ass, picking it up and pulling it back into his lap as he fucks her pussy out.

Y/n’s letting him in her pussy and Eren knows he’s fucking her right when she stops kissing back and starts pushing that pussy out just for him. Eren’s not playing any type of games when he yanks her pussy up his dick and pulls her ass apart, spreading her juicy pussy before he tears it up. Y/n’s leaking, panting out of her mouth as Eren bites her bottom lip, never leaving her eyes as he mercilessly drills up into her soft spot.

Riding a man meant power, the power to make a mess of him and that’s what Y/n liked but instead Eren made a mess of her, balls slapping up against her ass with every stroke and Y/n feels her pussy creaming, clit jumping and tingling. Eren lets her lip go when he hurts her pussy, roughly thrusting up into her womb and the scream Y/n gives him burns him up inside.

“I thought I didn’t know how to play.” Eren drawls as he slowly pulls out and Y/n’s body is shaking, so he holds her right there as he stuffs his dick up inside of her. Y/n’s breath is hot on his lips when she moans in response and it sounds so sweet Eren can’t help himself. He wants to hear her again, so he pulls out of her creamy pussy and with a flick of his hips Y/n moans, this time into his neck. God, Y/n loved the way this fast ass little boy was treating her pussy right now and her core is aching for him inside of her and Eren reads her body so well.

“You don’t run, Miss Y/n.” Eren observes as he gives Y/n another stroke and her pussy starts fluttering around his dick. “I admire that.” He strokes her again and Y/n’s never had dick this good since Connie’s father. Her clit’s twitching and her pussy’s so fucking hot and wet and she’s desperate and all she can do right now is take it when Eren starts drilling her pussy out again.

“Good boy,” Y/n’s taking all the dick he’s throwing up into her tummy, cooing out her encouragement. “You’re such a fucking good boy, tear this pussy up, tear it to shreds”

“Oh God, yess, Miss, Y/n,” Eren’s panting, huffing, nails digging into her skin, sweat on his brow as he demolishes Y/n’s squelching hole, stabbing out her soft spot and her pussy’s so fucking wet, creaming up and down the length of his dick.

It’s such an intoxicating feeling, rhythm, dance and Y/n’s losing herself and soon she’s flinging her pussy into Eren’s lap singing a sexy chorus of “Ooh” ‘s and “Ah” ‘s and “Fuckkk,” ‘s and Eren loves watching her get wild on his dick. Y/n turns a trick, jumping up onto her feet the next time she pulls her pussy up his dick. Y/n grabs his shoulders and starts bouncing, riding Eren’s dick on her tippy toes. Eren’s holds on for the ride, her ass cheeks clapping and bouncing in his hands and fuck, Y/n loves the way he made up his face. He’s moaning her name with every stroke of her heavenly pussy and Y/n rides his fast ass to fuckin freedom.

Y/n had a pussy power that gripped him when she bounced up and sucked him in when she sank down on his dick and Eren’s singing his own chorus of, “Oh, Fuckkk,”, taking all the pussy she’s putting on him, nodding to encourage her bouncing as he takes her hands from his shoulder, interlocking their fingers. The movies almost over but they don’t care cause Y/n’s pussy is talking and fuck, Eren’s listening.

“Don’t stop, Miss Y/nn,” Eren’s moans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he squeezes her hands. “Thank you for this pussy, Miss Y/nnn, thank you so much,”

Y/n’s check engine lights are on and her knees are aching but she keeps going cause Eren’s under her moaning like a bitch and her pussy’s burning up, squelching something nasty around Eren’s dick. He was gonna make her cum, Eren was gonna make her cum and Y/n’s lost in his eyes. Her nipples are tingling, pussy twitching, aching and Y/n wants to jump out of her skin. She loves the way he groans when she clenches her pussy up and she feels so vulnerable, squeezing his hands tight when she cums all over Eren’s dick. It’s a sight, Miss Y/n crying and squirting all over his tummy, hot and wet, before collapsing onto him.

Eren feels her pussy fluttering and throbbing around his dick as she breaths hot in his neck and he pulls his fingers from her own, pushing on her shoulders to check on her. When he sees her tears Eren licks her face, slow and gentle until the tears are gone.

“I’m okay,” Y/n sighs as she brings her hand up to push drenched wavy baby hairs from Eren’s face. “It felt really good, I, uh…I’m just rusty.” It’s a futile attempt because Eren’s baby hairs don’t assimilate into his high ponytail, falling right back into his face.

“I understand,” Eren licks the saltiness off of his lips and he touches her waist, playing with the ends of her red night lingerie. It rode up when she was riding, not that Y/n even cared or noticed. “Kiss me Miss Y/n, please?”

Y/n’s fingers dance across the top of Eren’s hair and entangle themselves in his wavy ponytail and Eren’s eyes are low and Y/n knows he’s looking at her lips, Y/n knows he wants her lips. So she kisses him, short and sweet, their lips making a smooching sound and it signifies the end of the kiss but Eren presses his lips against her own again and she’s pulled in again. Eren’s touching her chin when he licks her bottom lip and Y/n’s pussy feels hot around his dick when he bites her lip again.

He lets her go and Y/n licks her lips, pressing one last kiss to Eren’s lips before she gets up off of him. Fuck, he’s still hard, her pussy cream drizzling down his balls and Eren laughs a little when he notices her staring. Wasn’t the pussy we gave him enough? Y/n’s quirking her eyebrow at his dick and she feels uncertain for a second. She knew she had good pussy with a track record of fifteen abortions- Connie was really fucking lucky- but Y/n knew she had the goods- or did her pussy turn trash over all these years?

“I’m too tired to cum again,” Eren tells her, snickering when she moves back when he makes his dick jump for her. “I have to wait until it goes away.”

“Okay,” Y/n admits, nodding her head. “That’s new.”

Eren laughs, looking over at the T.v. to catch Brenda making fun of Cindy for running away from the skeleton. “You really put on a show, Miss Y/n.”

Eren’s eyes are on her again and Y/n doesn’t stop him when he reaches out and pulls the front of her night lingerie down. Her tits are big and brown with yummy dark areolas and Eren just has to touch them. Y/n’s face turns hot and she’s flustered, looking away as Eren fondles her breast.

”Look at these fat mommy milkers,” It’s nothing more than a whisper when he gently pulls at her hard nipple before squeezing a handful of her breast and fuck, Y/n gets even hotter when her pussy starts talking back, thumping and aching.

Y/n reaches over, gently grasping Eren’s dick before she starts stroking him nice and slow and they’re playing with each other, enjoying each other. Y/n’s tits felt so soft and her hand felt so good and Eren doesn’t ask permission when leans over and starts sucking on her nipple. He’s squeezing her breast, tongue toying her nipple as he sucks up her areola and Y/n keeps stroking his dick.

He starts rocking up into her hand, moaning around her breast and Y/n cooes down at him lovingly stroking back Eren’s baby hairs with her thumb. He’s such a greedy boy, grabbing both of her breasts and pushing them together, he swirls his tongue around her nipples and Y/n stops stroking his dick, moaning a soft, “Oh wow,”

Eren doesn’t stop sucking her tits when he takes her down to the couch and Y/n opens her legs, letting him into her body. It feels good, he knows what he’s doing and Y/n’s thankful he hasn’t tried to pinch her nipples yet. He’s licking them nice and slow though, wet broad licks as he samples them back and forth and Y/n feels her pussy aching so much it felt heavy between her legs. Eren knows he’s got her again when she starts opening her legs wider, rocking her hips to rub her pussy on his tummy. It’s warm, wet, juices staining his tummy like a snail and Eren really wants to know what she tastes like.

He looks up, eyes smirking at her when he sees Y/n’s all hot and bothered. Eren plants a soft kiss on her left nipple and she thinks it’s his favorite cause he licks it one last time before he ventures lower. Her tummy looks tasty through her night lingerie that conforms to her body and Eren pushes the fabric up. She has a innie with stretch marks that run down her love handles and with the way the pattern looked he guessed she had stretch marks on her ass too.

Eren’s mouth is watering though cause her pussy is in his face and fuck, it’s a recipe for disaster. Miss Y/n’s pussy looks so pretty, it’s plump and wet with neatly trimmed hair and Eren doesn’t know how to act. His hands snake under her ass, pulling her body closer as he buries his nose in her pussy, breathing her in. Y/n bites her lip, pussy burning as she watches Eren breathe her in and his breath is coming out shaky when he opens his eyes and looks into her.

“Can I taste you?” His words are hot against her pussy and it’s thumping so hard Y/n starts nodding before he gets the sentence out and Eren answers her with a broad wet lick, dragging his tongue from her taint, between her juicy pussy lips and he curves the tip of his tongue when he rolls it up her swollen, delicate clit. Y/n shivers at that and Eren reads her body, rolling his tongue down her clit and Y/n’s quivering when he closes his eyes and starts sucking on her clit, nice and slow. He’s squeezing her flesh, tongue swirling circles around her clit and Y/n’s pulling back her legs, giving Eren all of her pussy and he’s so nasty, taking her whole pussy in his mouth.

Y/n moans a soft, “Clean your plate,” and Eren’s licking her everywhere, tongue swirling between her lips and wiggling into her pussy hole before he licks up to her clit and starts tasting her all over again. Y/n can’t believe Eren’s eating her pussy so good, it’s like he knows what she wants before she even wants it and he gives it to her, sending electricity shooting up her clit into her spine and Y/n’s pussy’s so sensitive, twitching in Eren’s mouth as she gives him her moans too.

Eren’s melting into her, lapping up all her pussy juice as he moves his hands from under her ass, running them over her tummy and squeezing her fat before he cups her breast, licking her hole out. Miss Y/n’s pussy tasted so good, sweet and tangy, Eren can’t get enough. His tongue is long and Y/n feels every inch of it as Eren tongue fucks her and when he starts caressing her nipples, running his thumbs back and forth over each sensitive peak, she gets even wetter and Eren slurps it all down.

Y/n can’t get her thoughts together, they’re scrambling faster and faster as Eren unravels her and her tummy is tightening and her pussy’s aching, her clit feels heavy and god, Y/n can’t help but whine out his name when Eren starts playing with her clit again. She arches her back, fingers in his hair and Eren chases her pussy, nose pressing into her front as he tongues her clit down. He’s squeezing her breasts now, slowing down his licks and they’re timed with her heart beat and fuckkk, Y/n submits to Eren all over again.

He opens his eyes as he licks her up one last time before he tells her a soft, “Don’t run, Miss Y/n,” Eren licks her pussy again and Y/n’s chest is heaving, her pussy burning and the air feeling cold around her clit. “I won’t bite,” The words are hot against Y/n’s pussy and she’s so thankful when Eren dives back in, eyes closed as he eats her out. Y/n trusts him with her pussy again, trying to stay still as he eats but it feels so good, he’s vibing her out and Y/n can’t find her words so she just moans for him.

Eren knows he’s winding her fine ass up again when she’s running again, back arching as she pulls his hair. They’re becoming one, Y/n’s skin vibrating as his hands slide from her breast to the arch in her back and he holds her, drinking down all her pussy has to offer. Y/n moans loud and breathy as she cums in Eren’s mouth and her legs are shaking, mouth open as she makes up her face at the sight of Eren making love to her pussy. It’s a strong orgasm, sending shivers up her spine, over her skin and pricking into her nipples as she vibes it out.

When it’s over her body feels sensitive all over, nerves prickling and Eren’s kissing her pussy, peppering butterfly kisses on her wet pussy lips. Eren’s looking at her as he places one last kiss on her pussy before he rests his head on the inside of her thigh. Y/n’s breathing hard, tired, and she hates the stupid boyish smile that grows on Eren’s with every breath she lets out.

“Don’t die on me, Miss Y/n,” Eren teases as he gets up and sits back, taking Y/n’s body in. “Can’t have my playmates dying on me now,”

Y/n props herself up on her elbows and Eren laughs when she presses him. “Whatchu tryna say?” She’s sassy, raising an eyebrow at Eren. “No, don’t laugh now- talk your shit.”

Eren tastes Y/n when he licks his lips and he has this mischievous smirk on his face when he gives it up to her. “You’re the one that’s shaking. You tell me?”

Y/n was shaking, her legs were shaking and she rolls her eyes, snapping her knees shut in an attempt to keep still. She glances at the t.v. and the movie is over and the living room is quiet, save for Y/n’s hard breathing.

“You have to go home,” She tells him as she sits up and tries to fix her night lingerie. “Carla’s probably expecting you.”

“You’re right,” Eren agrees as he stands up, pulling his white sweatpants up his hips. He pulls his phone from his pocket and he has lots of notifications but the only ones that stand out at the three missed calls from his mom. Eren kinda regrets not telling her he was going out to a “party” before he left and his ear starts getting phantom aches as he imagines her pulling his ear as soon as he got home.

He’s still hard and Y/n embarrassed when she wonders if she’ll get to fuck him again. Eren really knew how to fuck- why wouldn’t she wanna fuck him again? Y/n doesn’t get time to linger on that because once Eren fixed his pony tail and wiped the rest of Y/n’s pussy juice from his mouth, he was ready to leave. Y/n walks him out, holding the door as he leaves. He’s so charming, giving her a smile that makes his dimple light up and Y/n’s face feels hot when he tells her,

“Goodnight, Miss Y/n.”

Fast, fresh and confident, Connie really knew how to pick his friends.

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harksness · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

All of my works are wlw reader inserts!! This is also a list of all the characters I write for and rules just in case you want to send in a request for a fic or headcanons!

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Agatha Harkness

Milf Agatha*

NSFW HC*

Detective Harkness*

Distraction*

Heaven*

Distant Desires*

Kinktober Day 1- Mommy kink, corruption kink, praise, power dynamics

The Comfort of Rain

Coffee Cake

HC Blurb

No Going Back

Summary- An incurable illness plagues you, something one of a kind that has never been seen before. It corrupts magic, leaving you unable to use your powers without risking death or worse. Someone wants all of your unused power for themselves, and a reluctant Agatha Harkness is convinced to keep you safe after some bribing.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Forever Yours

Summary- (Prequel to No Longer Yours) Yours and Agatha's history is a long and complicated one that spans over three hundred years. It all began the day your parents died, when you and your little sister had no choice but to rely on the Harkness family or face the wrath of the people of Salem in the aftermath of your parents trial. You find comfort in Agatha's presence, and she finds comfort in yours while dealing with her own struggles. The hardships you both face drive the two of you closer together, and your relationship quickly takes a dark turn.

Temporary Hiatus!!

Chapter One

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No Longer Yours

Summary- (Sequel to Forever Yours) You thought you had a perfect little life here in Westview. You have a lovely house, a gorgeous wife. What more could you ask for? But when migraines start to torment you whenever you try to remember a life prior to all of this, you notice something is off. You especially start to notice how Agatha holds you a little too tightly, almost as if she’s desperately trying to hold onto something that’s no longer hers

Chapter One

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Chapter Three*

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Olivia Octavius

Octopus Woman

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Sketchbook

Request- The reader regularly serves Olivia at the coffee shop she works at. Little does she know, Olivia doesn't come every day for the coffee.

Camera Shy*

Kinktober Day 3- Recording, bondage, praise, overstimulation.

Hela

Forget Me Not

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Blue

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Wasting Time*

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Natasha Romanoff

Worth It

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Sleeping Habits*

Kinktober Day 4- Somnophilia.

Wanda Maximoff

I Love Only You

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Wrapped Up*

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Gwen Stacy

Midnight

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Sharon Carter

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Nebula

Maybe I Am In Love

Request- Feelings are hard hard for Nebula to understand and navigate, especially the softer ones, like love.

Blue Lips*

Kinktober Day 7- Soft sex, dry humping, praise kink

Carol Danvers

Planets Away*

Kinktober Day 2- Phone sex, degradation, dom/sub dynamics

Peggy Carter

Chime of the Bell*

Kinktober Day 7- Pet play, collars, thigh slapping, slight size kink, edging and a bit of overstimulation at the end

Kate Bishop

Type of Love

Summary- Things have been weird between you and Kate for some time now. When she's visiting home after being away at college, the two of you unexpectedly run into each other again at a party and your feelings come to light.

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pyroclastic727 · 4 years ago

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Owl House said fuck capitalism

So this episode was interesting. Lilith pretty much killed her sister. Why the fuck would she do that?

Even more interesting: why is Belos like that? How did Hooty put his head through one of those guards? Who the fuck is the Titan, and why does everyone like him? And how are these all tied together?

This episode was a metaphor for capitalism

...and another delicious step towards radicalizing the youth into dismantling this fucked-up neo-feudal system.

We’ll start with Belos.

Emperor Belos is a weird name, don’t you think? We all thought it was spelled “Bellows,” but it wasn’t. In fact, it’s five letters, starts with Be, ends with os, and describes a megalomaniac emperor that restricts people’s freedom in order to accumulate wealth for himself.

Sound familiar?

Emperor Bezos Belos created capitalism. He saw the beauty of magic and decided to make himself the most powerful.

Belos created a system that destroys the masses and boosts his power.

I’m dipping into fan theory a little, because the fan theory fits. We know that people get branded with coven magic that makes it so they can only specialize in one area. We know that Belos is the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. We know that the excess magic, magic created by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

It’s the same system that many viewers see all the time. A job takes up all your day and tires you for the night, so you can only do one skill for the rest of your life. Jeff Bezos is the most powerful man in the United States. Excess money, money taken by restrictions, has to go somewhere.

The magic goes to Belos, like how the money goes to Bezos. Belos created capitalism, and he won it.

The guards aren’t real.

Look, we’ve never seen their faces. They’re all the same. Why would you work so hard to get to the top, just to become a nameless, faceless killing machine?

Oh, also Hooty stuck his face through one. There is nothing under the armor.

Why? Well, it’s the same reason you see all those celebrities going around flaunting their wealth and bragging about how hard they worked. Like all those songs about how they grind every day and work harder than everyone else while you’re out clubbing, and that makes them dope. And then you take a closer look at them and see that they had a small loan of a million dollars fueling them, or an entire talent agency behind them, or their dad was a famous country star in the 80′s.

They’re fake. They’re hollow. They’re a ploy created by the capitalist emperor to try to delude you into working harder.

Let me put this into perspective. I guarantee that every single one of you has heard stuff like this: “Hard work makes you successful.” “I put in the work, and that’s why I’m successful.” “If you work hard enough, then you can be as successful as Mark Zuckerberg.”

And unless you’re a robot or really lucky, I’m sure all of you have failed at this. Maybe they told you that hard work would make you good at math, so you spent 22 hours a week working on calculus, only to pass it by 3 percentage points and have it destroy your perfect 4.0 GPA. Maybe they told you that if you talked to people enough, then you would make friends, so you spent a lot of time talking to people, only to end up lonely and friendless. Maybe they told you that if you did well in school, you would get a good job, so you spent all your time working hard to be a good student, and then ended up in a soulless, dead-end job.

The guards are there to delude you. Look, who really gains from you being productive? The answer is the ruling class, the CEOs, the government, the bourgeoisie. It has always been that. All you get from working is a paycheck that lets you survive. They get a paycheck that lets them get rich. Just like Belos gets the magic and productivity of the specialized coven witches.

The guards are there to trick you. The truth is that nobody can join the Emperor’s Coven. It’s just there to make you think that hard work will make you successful. Then you spend your entire life working hard, trying to prove to the person in charge that you’re worthwhile. You give your whole life to the Coven, and they give you nothing.

Magic is supposed to be something you pursue for fun. Being skilled at things, being good at something beautiful...that’s supposed to be something you do because you want to. But they took that and made it into a source of productivity. It doesn’t matter if you make good content. All people fucking care about is if you upload the day of premiere, if you make a lot of content quickly, if you maintain a million different conversations with strangers who expect you to be the most interesting person in the room. They don’t care how it hurts you. They don’t care how you crack from the stress. How you cry when you think no one can see you, and then you check your phone and someone can see you, someone did see you, and you have to put on your face and be the charming, magnetic person they want you to be. (oh by the way that’s why I wasn’t online much last week)

And it ruins it. Suddenly you can’t watch The Owl House without being stressed. You can’t make any content. You can’t make spells as powerfully as you want to. Your passion is replaced by perfectionism and insecurity, a voice telling you to keep being the best at what you do, or else they’ll forget you and let you die.

There’s also the Titan.

So nobody has mentioned him before, because in addition to the Boiling Isles being a hellscape full of witchcraft and queerness, it’s also full of atheists.

But suddenly we have people saying all this shit about him? Shit like, he gave witches the gift of magic, and then they learned to use it in a civilized manner, since being uncivilized was disrespectful?

I mean, first off, that’s fucking wrong. The island gives people magic. The island, which just so happened to be shaped like a titan-sized human. But the island/titan gives everyone all types of magic. Hell, even Luz gets to use magic, and she’s human.

It sounds really fucking familiar. (tw for discussion of homophobia and colonialism and misogyny). It sounds like when the news is on and they show some Tr*mp supporter talking about how fetuses have more rights than people and it is their holy duty to take away a woman’s control over her body and force her through unbearable pain and into an 18-year commitment she didn’t want to make. It sounds like all the times people tried to say homosexuality should be illegal, citing a single line in a book written two thousand years ago and heavily edited by a European king. It sounds like all the times people said God wanted them to conquer, to own the entire earth, to force the other races into pain to support them.

This is that bullshit thing people do where they commit awful sins and justify it by citing the will of God.

Or, it’s the Coven using religion as an excuse for evil.

Look, the Emperor’s Coven is clearly colonizer-coded. Saying that people’s original form of magic was wild (and showing a picture with the same joyous, rowdy energy of an 18th or 19th -century Black or indigenous party), and that it was God’s will for them to be “civilized?” Sounds like that thing that powerful white people did where they went and murdered people and forced them into their twisted capitalist system. God, gold, and glory, is what they said, because history books just love to omit the gore.

Lilith is passing the abuse cycle along.

You know, like a good little colonizer. God I fucking hate her. She’s a MILF, in the sense that she’s a Mother I’d Like to Fling off a cliff.

Ah, enough screaming about how much I want to drown Lilith in a tub of Hooty’s mucus. Let’s go into why I want to do that, and how she took the evils of capitalism and just...adopted those.

So, Lilith is sick and twisted for what she did to her sister. But, uhh, that’s the point. You see, there are so many other people out there like Lilith who would do the exact same thing, if given the chance. These are the people who do mean things when the teacher isn’t looking, and then act nice and try to frame you. These are the people who will hate you if you’re better than them. These are people who would do anything to bring you down, if you dare outperform them.

It’s greed, my friends. The mental illness that capitalism blesses us all with.

Lilith herself said it: she dedicated her entire life to the Coven. What she wanted was to be the best. And she almost was...except for her own sister. Someone who lived with her, annoyed her at home, bested her at school. Someone she could never beat, no matter how hard she worked. And her sister was younger than her, too! How insulting was that? Lilith wanted to be the best, and someone in her exact situation did better than her.

Lilith was insecure. And it consumed her.

But why? Why does insecurity consume her? I mean, no one can be motivated by insecurity forever. Well, not unless someone conditions it into you.

The lovely thing about the capitalist system is the morals it teaches you. Things like: “You’re only useful if you’re the best.” “Being school smart makes you smart, while being social smart or sports smart or creative smart or fandom smart is worthless.” “Your worth can be quantified by numbers and is based off arbitrary measures like your income or your grades.” Things that can and will drive us crazy if we let ourselves believe them.

And it did drive Lilith crazy. She got so twisted by a society that said being good at magic is her only worth. Look, Lilith used to be good at things, probably. She was good at sports. At times, she slips up and does an okay job of being Eda’s sister. She has a powerful presence when she’s in a room. And she’s wicked good at manipulating people.

But that didn’t matter. Lilith bought into the lies. She let herself believe that magical skill was the only way to measure her worth. And since she needed to be the best, she hurt Eda for it.

The beautiful thing is, Eda didn’t buy that. "It’s my power, kid. And before you showed up, I spent my whole life wasting it.” Is what Eda said, as she used up the last of her power, the last of her life, to save Luz. In her final moments, she proved that she’s not like them. She’s stronger than them.

None of this matters. Not magical prowess. Not the hierarchy. Not the promise of joining the Coven and having more power than anyone else.

The only thing that matters to Eda is her family. Her real family. Her Luz, King, and Hooty. And by extension, Willow, Gus, and Amity. Those are Eda’s real reason for fighting, for dying: to protect them. Look, there’s no way she would’ve come out of that fight alive. She has a family, and her love for them is stronger than greed or jealousy or capitalism.

Lilith never understood that. She thought the water of the womb was thicker than the blood of the covenant. Or, that the water of the womb and the blood of the covenant are stronger than the bonds of found family. She thought it didn’t matter if Eda loved, her, only if the Emperor loved her. Fucking bitch.

And now, a little something to worry about, before we go. Amity Blight. The girl who wanted to join the Emperor’s Coven more than anything, who dedicated her whole life to doing well in school, to being the best, to being perfect.

And then she met Luz. She fell for Luz. Now she’s in a tricky place, where habit and conditioning want her to join the Emperor’s Coven, but her heart wants her to do the impossible and destroy capitalism.

She wasn’t in this episode. Funny that being injured and unable to work ended up saving her from watching her future mother-in-law die. So she bought some time.

But Luz’s true mom is dead. This is the second mom she has lost, and she’s only fourteen. As powerful as King and Hooty are, Luz needs Amity. Luz needs Amity to support her and help her get back her mom.

So Amity has to make a choice. Fear and insecurity, or love and a high chance of death?

She’ll probably choose death. Because that’s the message that this family-friendly show is giving us kids. Fuck capitalism. All you need in life is to do what makes you happy and be with the ones you love.

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sunshineseung · 4 years ago

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Journal Part 1 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.8k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, invasion of privacy (not the cardi b album), smut within the smut??? [handjob, begging, “mommy”], mentions of voyeurism, light dom/sub themes, “mommy” kink, teasing, stripping, blowjob/oral (m!receiving), no swallowing

☀️ | synopsis: Yang Jeongin babysits your two children, and he’s always been the most polite boy you’ve ever met. Unfortunately for him, he leaves his secret journal at your house one evening, and your curiosity got the better of you.

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

Being a single mother was never in your plans. After your husband left you with two kids, your world nearly fell apart. You went from being a stay-at-home mother to working two jobs. The daycare took care of your dayshift, but your night shifts were harder to arrange a babysitter for. That is until you offered the position to your next-door neighbor’s son. They complained about how he was in desperate need of a job, being in his first year of college with no work history. Your offer was perfect for them, and Jeongin was happy to fill the position. He was always the nicest kid, and you could see his eyes light up at the idea of working for you, or more likely, at the concept of getting paid.

He’d come over to your house at 5:00pm, book bag on his back, ready to do homework while he watched your kids play. Your two daughters were quick to warm up to him, and the rest is history. He was the best babysitter you could ask for, and even if you had to stay late at work, he was always understanding. Jeongin was a perfect kid with good grades and a good heart, and you’d always see him writing in a journal. When you asked him about it, he’d say he’s “writing a story for class.” It was always the same excuse, day after day. You paid no mind, more worried about the status of your kids after you’ve left them with a teenager for hours.

Jeongin was very protective of his special journal. It was just a regular composition book, but whatever he wrote in it was sacred to him. He’d hide it from you when you walked by and hold it close to his face as he wrote. Whatever he wrote was his little secret, but if it’s for a class like he said, it can’t be that terrible, right?

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Returning home from a late shift, you see Jeongin settled on the couch, sleeping with his phone in his hand. His head was back and his mouth was wide open, snoring loudly. You nudge him to wake him up, but he doesn’t budge. All you can do is scoff at him and check on your daughters in their room just as sound asleep as their babysitter. Going back to the living room, Jeongin’s turned to his side, snoring quieter than before. You sit right at his feet and get comfortable, kicking your feet up on the coffee table and turning on the TV. When your heel lands on the table, you kick over Jeongin’s journal, the book falling to the ground and opening to a blank page.

Your eyes dart to Jeongin and back at the book, and you’re mentally debating whether or not to look through it. You’ve hardly talked to the boy aside from a few conversations about school in a “back in my day” type dialogue. This would be a major invasion of privacy, but there’s no way it’s a diary. He writes in it constantly, how would it be a diary?

You pick up the notebook, looking at the cover that read “Yang Jeongin Journal 1” on the title lines. Skipping to the one of the first few pages, you read a couple lines, which turns into reading a paragraph, and later an entire page. The more you read, the more you begin to understand why he hid it from you while boldly writing in front of you. Your jaw hangs slack as your eyes glaze over the lewd words written on the page. Your mind is blown imaging the sweet boy Jeongin imagining these scenarios, especially when you realize that you’re the other character.

Her hand feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, stroking me up and down as I quickly become breathless from the sensation. She looks into my eyes, staring me down like a predator watching her prey. Her touch quickly becomes overwhelming as my dick starts to twitch in her hand, begging to cum despite her only beginning to play with me. I thrust into her hand, hips quaking as I seat myself again. “Please let me cum, mommy.” Y/n laughs and nods her head, lowering her lips to my cock, ready to catch my release on her gorgeous face.

Seeing your name on the paper makes your heart jump. All of these dirty thoughts that Jeongin pens in his journal are about you. As you shuffle through the pages, your name is practically highlighted to your eyes. Every few pages, there’s a description of your body or what you wear, occasionally an imagine of you undressing in your bedroom window that happens to face Jeongin’s bedroom. Although you always keep your curtains shut, Jeongin’s writing describes him hoping that you leave your curtains open to put on a show for him, undressing slowly until you notice Jeongin jerking off in the house across the fence.

You slam his journal shut. You’ve seen enough. Laying it down on the table as it was before, you attempt to calm yourself and watch the TV you’ve been craving to watch since you got off work. Despite your best efforts, your mind begins to wonder to Jeongin, sleeping quietly beside you, and how ecstatic he’d be if you’d reenact some of the scenes he wrote in his special journal.

Jeongin groans and stretches, finally waking up from his nap. You tap his leg to signal that you’re home, and he nearly jumps out of his skin feeling you near him. He coughs as he sits up, pressing down his shirt to get out any wrinkles and fixing his hair that looks like a bird’s nest.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You laugh, smiling brightly at him as if you weren’t just reading his book of sexual fantasies. “Did you have a nice nap?”

“Yes, yes!” Jeongin fumbles over his words, worried that you’re about to fire him for sleeping on the job. “I’m so sorry! I promise I didn’t fall asleep until after the girls went to sleep.” He bows his head, sincerely apologizing for something any college student would reasonably do once work was over.

“No worries. I’m sure my girls were in good hands.” You reach for his journal and hand it to him, and he begins to turn a bright shade of red. He knows what’s in that book, but he assumes you’re still naive. “I almost used your little book as a footrest, so put this somewhere safe, okay?”

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to leave it out. I was just writing in it until I fell asleep.” He grabs his bookbag and shoves it in gently.

“Wow, you write in that thing a lot.” You cross your legs and you face him, totally ignoring the television show at this point. “How long have you had that assignment for class?”

You clearly caught him off guard. He seems confused before he remembers his lie, widening his eyes once he realizes that he’s about to dig himself into a hole. “Oh, it isn’t just one assignment. It’s for my creative writing class.”

“Ah, I had a creative writing class too.” If he was going to lie to your face, it was only fair that you rebuttal with another lie. “Can I read some of what you wrote? Maybe give you some critique?”

Jeongin’s mind went blank. He broke out in a cold sweat. If he lets you read it, his life will be over, but on the other hand, if he doesn’t let you read it, it will look sketchy since it’s just supposed to be innocent writing for a freshman level college class.

“Uh, it’s a little personal.” He’s adamantly avoiding eye contact with you, looking anywhere but your face. “I don’t think that would be appropriate since you’re my next door neighbor.”

“Not appropriate, huh?” You can’t help but smirk, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the sideways smile grow on your face. His heart begins to dip as he finally starts to connect the dots, thinking that his job, no, his existence as your neighbor could end within a matter of minutes. “What’s so inappropriate about wanting your neighbor, who is over ten years older than you might I add, to sit on your face and call you her baby boy? Hm?”

Jeongin is frozen in place. He’s been outed. All of his wildest sexual fantasies have been revealed to the woman he wants to do them with. Knowing you’ve read his journal at least a little bit, he can’t help but get hard under his joggers, mentally cursing himself for wearing them once he notices your eyes drift to the tent in his pants.

“Sorry, but curiosity killed the cat on this one.” You scoot closer to him, taking his hands in yours and rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand to warm him up. “I can’t believe my neighbor’s cute little son grew up to be such a dirty minded boy that can’t keep his thoughts in his head, but has to put them on paper so he can read them and imagine his neighbor fuck him again and again.”

“How much did you read?” Still with his head down, he squeaks out the question that’s been running through his mind since you started teasing him with your words.

“I read enough.” You remove one of your hands from the hold and perk his chin up so he has no choice but to look at you. His eyes are sparkling with lust as you’re just centimeters from his face. “Tell me, Jeongin, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He pauses to ponder and collect his thoughts. Everything he’s ever imagined is running through his read: the pet names, the toys, the punishments, the pleasure. It’s all too much, and he can hardly speak another word before you pet his face, holding his head in your palm as he shyly presses his cheek into your hand.

“M-mommy,” he had never said that word out loud to you before, “can I strip for you?”

“All for me?” You smile, gladly accepting this offer. “Go ahead, baby boy. Show mommy what she’s been missing.”

He removes himself from you and stands up, timidly facing you as you lounge back on your couch. His shirt goes first, being neatly tossing onto the couch where he once sat. His fingers fiddle with the hem of his sweatpants before he pulls them down, showing you his bulge that’s painfully pressed against his tight boxer briefs. He’s bigger than you expected him to be, but that’s welcomed in your eyes.

You hold your hand out, stopping him before he can pull down his underwear. Standing up with a groan, you walk around his body, eyeing him up like he’s a buffet. One of your hands gently grabs at his ass, squeezing the skin between your fingertips and making him whine. You bite your lip when you hear him, sounding cute as a button despite the situation. From behind, you pull him back to you and run your hands around his body to feel his toned abs, finally moving upwards to tease his erect nipples. You feel him take a deep breath to calm himself, but when one hand pinches his nipple, he whines again, louder this time.

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake the girls, do you?” When you whisper in his ear, all of the thoughts leave his head. You’ve hardly touched him and he’s dumb, and as embarassing at it is, he loves feeling helpless in your arms. “I haven’t seen another man like this in ages. You’re exactly what I need right now, Jeongin.”

“Y-you need me?” He can hardly believe that you’re just as horny over him as he is for you, although his longer dates back far longer than just an hour or so. You hum in his ear as your hands slide down his torso to his cock, palming him over his underwear. He hisses and moans from the lightest stimulation. His reaction to all of your touches is perfect, and you can’t wait to see how he reacts when you’re riding him or sucking him off, although you could do anything to him and he’d be thankful.

You remove your hand from his cock and pull down his underwear, finally seeing his length in all its glory. He gasps from how fast you undress him, but at the same time, he loves being on display for you. As much as he wants to hide his erection out of reflex, he holds his arms to the side tightly, allowing you to come in front of him and take in the view.

“Jeongin, are you a virgin?” As embarrassing at it is, he nods and holds his breath, waiting for you to answer. “Aw, my pretty little boy’s never been fucked? That must be why you’re so infatuated with me.”

You get down on your knees so you’re eye-level with his cock, now red and angry, begging to be sucked. Although your skills might be a little rusty, if your ex-husband’s reviews were any indication, you were about to blow this kid’s mind. With a little lick, he’s whining and staring down at you as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock before moving back again and wrapping your hand around him like he’s always imagined.

“Do you want to sit down?” Your voice sounded so calm and gentle, it was honestly shocking to Jeongin since he could hardly speak at all. He nods, and you take him to sit back on the couch. He spreads his legs for you to sit in between, once again jerking him off with one hand while the other plays with his balls. You kiss the tip before taking his member into your mouth, bobbing your head only around the tip.

Jeongin’s convinced himself that he’s dreaming when he looks down to see your face moving up and down the very top of his cock. It feels so good, better than he could have ever imagined, and surely better than his hand. As you slowly start to take him more into your mouth, he’s clutching onto the couch cushion for dear life. He gets close very fast, tapping his thigh with one hand to try to convey that he’s about to cum. Quickly catching on, you take him fully into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag.

After a few twitches of his cock, you feel him cumming down your throat as he moans out expletives from the overwhelming sensation. When he’s finally done, you pull your mouth off of him and let his cum drip out of your mouth and onto your chest, which was still covered by your button-down work shirt. When Jeongin finally opens his eyes, he’s greeted by you lazily resting your head on his thigh, looking up at him, waiting for him to come back down to Earth.

“Ah, thank you, mommy.” In his post-nut state, the name he’d given you leaves his lips more hesitantly, but he knows that’s what you want to hear. Looking up at the clock, he notices that it’s past his self-determined bed time, but he’s still dazed enough to not care, at least for a moment. “That felt so good.”

“And maybe tomorrow night we can do more, hm?” You slide onto his lap, his soft cock resting between your thighs. “I’d love to ride my baby boy and finally take his virginity… only if you want of course.”

“I- … Yes, I’d love that.” Before he can say another word, you kiss him on the lips, and despite them just being around his cock, your kiss is sweet, and he needs more of it. Trying to avoid a make-out session, you pull away and get off of the boy’s lap, telling him to get dressed and go home so you can both sleep.

Your goodbye to him is the same as always, waving as he walks back home, but knowing what’s going to transpire tomorrow night, you can’t help but finish yourself off after being all worked up from Yang Jeongin. You decide to save your panties from today before you get into the shower, because they’re absolutely drenched and you’re sure Jeongin would love to have them for when he’s home alone.

After pleasing yourself in the shower, you peek out your bedroom window. Just as you had hoped, Jeongin’s curtains were wide open, and he was beating his cock with one hand and sucking on his fingers with the other. He was clearly thinking about you by how he’d had his journal sitting next to him opened to a random page.

You sleep good that night, pleased and excited for tomorrow. Although you were always the submissive one, you came to realize that maybe being the one in control was just what you needed.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #jeongin smut #i.n smut #yang jeongin smut #skz fan fiction #stray kids fan fiction #sub!skz #skz #stray kids #yang jeongin #i.n

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hanji-is-life · 4 years ago

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I wanna get in on this to😍 think about it Aizawa , keigo, and fatgum as Milf chasers ( the daddy kink of these men 🤤)

*kisses* Your welcome may these thoughts plague your mind until you give in and write some smut.

y’all and these damn MILF CHASERS—

I’m listening doe 😌

Aizawa who is in love with the new, milf teacher whose work attire is entirely inappropriate with the way everything spills and poked through the thin material. He can’t really bring himself to care tho when you just fill everything out so fucking nicely.

He finds himself a little less annoyed with you than the other annoying, loud mouth teachers. When you two start getting closer, he even volunteers to babysit while you’re teaching your own class. He sits your kid on his lap, grades papers and lets your son make comments on the paper. None of it ever make sense, but the kids of 1A love seeing the attempt of positive affirmations from your 6 year old.

And if Aizawa is rawing you on top of the printers after school one day, that’s nobody’s business but his own. If he’s groaning and grunting into your neck, scarf stretched to pin you down in place to make sure you take every inch, and grading papers at the same time then—again, his business.

Now Keigo, he’s 100% a milf chaser. The moment he saves you from that burning building, he knows he has to have you. It all starts off wrong though.

He’s just too cocky, too sure of himself. But you, you know how to put those young boys like him in their place.

His body is practically crushed under your own, smothered in your years of motherhood, with how hard and fast you ride him. Feathers are fluttering every which way, his eyes are screwed shut, mouth dropping open with a line of drool following, claws digging into the meats of your thighs. And when you ask,

“Finally got you to shut up. Like me riding you, daddy?” He busts the fattest nut in his life, toes curling and shaking as he quietly thanks you for basically changing his life now.

Fat Gum obviously loves a woman with a little meat on her bones, and you’re no exception. You’re all curves and polite smiles and genuine praise.

Fuck, the sex between the both of you is nothing but praise. He’s kissing the fat of your arms, nipping the chunk of your cheeks, whispering about how you’re such a great mom and how he can’t wait to be the best dad.

He always fucks you slow and sweet on your side so you can look each other deep in the eyes. His big hands are always gentle and kind, mapping out and tracing every battle scar from childbirth. He’s soft with his baby who already has a baby.

#my hcs #my asks #hil speaks!#mha smut #mha headcanons #mha imagines #aizawa smut #fat gum smut #hawks imagine #keigo smut

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cinnamonest · 3 years ago

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Hnghh pls Lena I just think about the kinda audios the boys would make

Not really yan but here's what I think the boys would make:

Xiao does it while probably a lil drunk, and to see all those comments from presumably girls talking about how much they like the sound of his voice in the audio really gives him a confidence boost, he screenshots the really sweet ones and keeps them in a locked folder he reads when his intrusive thoughts get bad. Shy lil virgin

Zhongli would be the one who gets commissioned a lot. Lots of ddlg/lb stuff, he's got a huge following. He literally did it after hearing a particularly spicy but cute ddlg audio that was f4m, yes he lowkey highkey loves reading the comments about how much/hard someone came from listening to his audios. He lowkey goes feral of people doing reaction audios to his, especially when he can hear them touching themselves

Albedo just prefers audio over video tbh, posted one that's more medical/scientific roleplay and he was surprised by the response he got, now he does a new audio every two weeks but they're usually 30 minutes to an hour long, even has an audio series overall amazing, still a virgin tho.

Kaeya absolutely is the king of dirty talk and edging audios, he does ramble fap audios and they're great, post workout audios are probably his most popular bc he's so damn growly. Has one audio series involving milf listener, pretty damn smug about the comments on it. This stupid virgin.

Diluc did one on a whim, it's just him jerking off but you can imagine his confusion and surprise when he saw all the comments about how sexy he sounded and how they wish they were there to hear his moans in person and wow he's hard so quickly bc a few of the comments are quite graphic and it does everything for this fucking virgin.

Childe plays up his accent when doing audios in English, slipping in dirty talk in Russian I'm talking stuff that would make a sailor blush, he loves the praise he gets in comments (a true king who caters to Dom and sub listeners). Another virgin.

Scara's a whore and uses the fact that he can speak multiple languages to his advantage. He's so smug about the comments he gets from his audios. He loves that they tell him how cute and sexy his moans are, that they were pleasantly surprised to hear him slip into Japanese when he got closer and closer to cumming. Occasionally posts ramble fap audios, typically in Japanese. Another virgin ahoy

Crepus' audios are so hnggg whew bOi they're so naughty yet aren't super kinky, mostly stuff like Zhongli does, only difference is that Crepus has been doing audios for several years. It's his dirty little secret, but hey it be like that. He's very popular as well, he thinks it's cute seeing all these comments call him Daddy/Sir and how a lot of the more submissive commenters will ask permission to touch themselves.

Yes yes excellent I love all of these omg. Bless you anon

Also you are absolutely correct that the boys are virgins, it's the only possibility really.

#lena's asks #q

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years ago

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Wanna Make A Baby?

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

This One Too

A/N: Older!Harry, dad!Harry, small!Y/n, and breeding kink all rolled into one The fluff is adorable and the filth is filthyyy! Enjoy🙃

It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to dream. He dreamt just about every time he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Dreaming was actually one of the highlights of his night. The first was being able to sleep next to you, and the second would be dreaming. When it came to the subject matter of his dreams, it varied every time. The only constant in his dreams would be you; that’s why he loved it so much. You’d be there right by his side doing whatever you were ‘supposed’ to be doing in his dream. At times, dreaming was a way for his mind to reveal his deepest thoughts and desires. And that’s what was happening this go round with Harry.

In his dream you were there(of course), along with himself and two other people. As he walks out of the backdoor to you guys’ home and into the spacious backyard, his eyes go straight to a play structure that was in his line of sight. As he emerges from the house even more, he hears a small voice calling out to him. When Harry looks in the direction of the voice, he sees a small child coming down the slide of the large play structure with a big smile plastered across his face. Once the little boy is back on the ground, he immediately sprints over to Harry. While the boy is running over to his father, Harry crouches down so that he’d be on the little boys level and he waits for him. As the boy approaches, Harry’s able to get a better view of his features and he couldn’t believe his eyes. This boy, which Harry confidently presumed to he his son had just about every feature he had when he was that small. The only things that were missing were the straight blonde hair, and the green eyes. Those features were replaced by yours and he couldn’t be happier about that. After talking to the little boy, he agrees to play with him before pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek and sending him on his way so that he could talk to you for a moment.

As the little boy runs back to the play structure, Harry stands back up and looks to his right, he sees you sitting contently in the shaded lounge area of you guys’ backyard. You had a book in one hand, while the other was delicately placed upon your very swollen and pregnant belly. There were no words that could be used by Harry to effectively and accurately describe the beauty that was radiating off of you. He would talk about how pretty you’d look if you were pregnant but now he was seeing it. The sight of you captivated Harry and drew him in. As he got closer and closer, Harry was able to fully take all of you in. He got to see every little detail. When he was right in front of you, he got to see the small floral print that was littered across your flowy dress. He was able to see your more rounded facial features better. And most importantly, Harry got to see your left hand that was adorned with the glistening diamond ring and wedding band he’d put on your finger almost three years ago resting right on top of the swell of your belly that was temporarily housing his child. He had the perfect view of the two things that symbolized your love for one another. Harry then sits down next to you and he sponges a light kiss to your exposed shoulder. Him doing this results in you sending a soft smile in his direction, which fills his body with a warm feeling. Harry then does the thing that he’d been wanting to do since he first laid eyes on you. He lifts his hand and brings it up to lower it down onto the upper curve your belly.

Unfortunately, the moment he places his hand on your belly, is the exact moment he wakes up. His eyes shoot open and he’s instantly transported back to reality. He’s in the bed that he was lucky enough to share with you. Once his breathing stabilizes a bit and he takes in his surroundings, Harry’s hand begin to wander. He slowly but surely pulls his arm that was draped across your frame up and he begins to push his hand around your midsection. As he does this, he’s actively searching for some type of a bump. Even if it was a small one. To make sure his mind or hand wasn’t playing tricks on him, Harry brings it all the way up to your side and glides it down to where the lower hem of the shirt you were wearing began. He pushes his hand beneath the fabric and brings it back down to your stomach. It didn’t take long for Harry to realize that you weren’t in fact pregnant and that it was all just a dream.

That’s the one thing Harry hated about dreams; you always wake up at the best part. When he came to the realization that you weren’t pregnant, his heart sank a little. He didn’t realize how much he wanted his own little family until now. He wanted to watch your body swell as you carried his child. He wanted to watch you be the best mother in the entire world. He wanted to have a child of his own that he could shower with love and affection. Harry wanted to be a dad and wanted to have every last thing he had in his dream. But he didn’t want to have to sleep in order to get it. In that moment, Harry felt like everything was taken from him. The only thing that he had left from that dream is you. This feeling inadvertently caused Harry to tighten his grip on you. Even though he didn’t want to wake you, Harry needed you more than ever right now. He buries his face into your neck and he begins to pepper soft kisses into your skin. He also coos softly into your ear for you to wake up. And it did do the trick.

“What’s going on?” You grumble through your sleep. You could barely keep your eyes open but you could feel Harry’s mouth moving against your neck and his arm around your waist.

“Just wanted t’say hello to my beautiful wife.” Harry hums, continuing to keep his face burrowed in your neck. Even though you were one of the sweetest human beings Harry’d ever met, you were still a bit cranky in the morning. And since he intentionally woke you up, he had a little bit of schmoozing to do.

“Well it better not be before 8 am, because if it is I’ll kill you.” You grumble back to him, moving around a little bit so you could turn yourself towards him.

“If I tell you that it’s 8:01 will you still kill me?” Harry asks jokingly (kind of).

“I guess you’re safe.” You concede through a yawn, pushing yourself further into his body.

“Good, and it’s actually quarter past 10.” Harry continues, looking over at the clock sitting on your bedside table for the actual time.

“You’re in the safe zone now.” You hum happily. “How’d you sleep?” You continue, beginning to feel awake enough to have a conversation with Harry.

“Slept fine, but I had a pretty interesting dream though.” Harry simply replies.

“Tell me about it.” You say back, lifting one of your legs and swinging it over his waist. You then push yourself up and over so that you’re sitting on his lap on top of him.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” Harry admires, sliding his hands up underneath your shirt to latch onto your hips.

“I think so, but I’m always open for compliments.” You smirk, bringing your face down to his.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Harry hums back, slightly lifting his head to peck your lips.

“Thank you baby.” You coo softly. “Now tell me about your dream.” You say excitedly, lifting yourself back up to sit in his lap. Even though you were still a bit tired, you didn’t want to stop talking to Harry.

“Alright.” Harry sighs, removing one of his hands that were on your hips to help lift himself up a bit. “So to make a long story short, we had a family. We had an adorable son who looked like the both of us, more like me, but still like the both of us, and you were pregnant. Which by the way, you looked even more stunning than I could’ve possibly imagined.” Harry explains, deciding to just give you a quick rundown of his dream rather than go through every last detail.

“That sounds nice babe.” You sigh softly, taking in everything he just said to you. Hearing him talk (and dream) about starting a family with you really warmed your heart. From the onset of you guys’ relationship you knew that you wanted to have a family with Harry. But now after being together for a total of almost 4 years and being married for about a year and a half of them, you were starting to realize that you and Harry were ready to take that next step in your lives and relationship.

“Yeah, but it made me think a bit more and I’m starting to feel like m’running out of time.” Harry says on a more sorrowful, but truthful note.

“I thought the little guys never expire.” You reply, trying to get a better idea of where Harry was coming from. You weren’t expecting such a good and happy dream to make him sad like this.

“I mean late in life Y/n. M’getting older.” Harry explains further with a slightly frustrated huff.

“You’re in your 30’s Harry.” You say in an attempt to reassure him.

“Yeah, but 40 is right around the corner.” He reminds you.

“Then you’ll be a dilf.” You reply, trying to show him the bright side of getting a little older.

“You’re right, I would be a hot dad.” Harry agrees.

“Exactly! So being a dad a little bit later in life isn’t so bad babe.” You reason, trying to cheer him up a bit more. You wanted him to really know that there was nothing wrong with being a dad at his age. You weren’t going to tell him this because if you did his head would swell to be the size of an actual planet (even though it wouldn’t take that much considering that he already had a pretty sizable head; upstairs and downstairs), but you thought that him being a bit older than you and being a first time dad was pretty hot. You couldn’t put your finger on why exactly you thought it was hot but you just did. Add onto that the fact that you’re married to him and you have successfully opened the floodgates.

“You’d be an even hotter mom though. Like milf to the highest power.” Harry says bluntly.

“Well thank you for your honesty.” You chuckle (and not so secretly roll your eyes) at his statement. After being with Harry for as long as you have, you weren’t shocked in the slightest at his comment. Him not making a comment like that would be more shocking.

“M’serious babe! You’d even be a milf before the baby even arrived. Like your body is already perfect now, but just imagine how much more perfect you’d look with our baby in here.” Harry rations as he ever so slightly presses his thumbs into the sides of your lower stomach . “You’d be nice and round and delicious. Y’know how much I like having something to grab onto.” He continues. As he talks, his hands move up your sides and right to your chest where he wraps his large hands around your breasts.

“Well those won’t be yours anymore.” You say sternly to him before smacking his hands away through your shirt.

“What about this?” He asks, gliding his hands back down and around to your ass.

“You can keep that for yourself I guess.” You sigh in compliance. “I swear, it’s so hard sometimes to figure out who’s the oldest in this relationship. For a man thats knocking on 40’s door, I’d expect you to be a little more tame.”

“What can I say.” Harry begins, tightening his grip on the flesh of your ass before pulling you higher up onto his lap. “I just have a hot wife. Like your personality is amazing and I love you so much for being the sweetest human being alive but you’re gorgeous. I can honestly say that m’gonna want you ten times as much as I already do once you’re actually pregnant.” Harry’s says truthfully. The both of you couldn’t deny that he was in fact telling truth. There were a couple times where he accidentally blurted out how bad he wanted to get you pregnant.

“Are you just saying all this because you wanna knock me up?” You ask him playfully.

“Is it working?” Harry asks in response to your question. He meant every last word that came out of his mouth, but he was hoping that it’d soften you up a bit so that you’d give him the green light when it came to commencing the baby making process.

“Maybe, but you still have a little ways to go.” Now you were just fishing for some praise; and rightfully so. Harry always wanted to hear you praise him. Whether it be in the form of moans, screams, and/or whimpers, or in the form of words; Harry just loved to be praised. Now it was your turn.

“You’d look so beautiful baby. You’re absolutely glowing and gorgeous now, but you’d have an unmatched glow once you’re pregnant.” Harry explains in awe, continuing his “campaign” to butter you up. He honestly couldn’t believe that your already elevated level of beauty could be raised. “But if I’m being honest, m’gonna miss y’tummy like this.” Harry explains the ‘downside’ to your more rounded figure during pregnancy.

“Why’s that?” You ask confusedly. One minuet he was saying how much more beautiful you’d be if you were pregnant, and now he’s saying that he’s gonna miss your figure now. Which one was it?!

“M’just gonna miss seeing and feeling my cock in y’little tummy. Y’still gonna be irresistible, m’just gonna miss that.” He explains.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll feel it in there. I always do.” You reply to him. When you say that, Harry can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

“Are you gonna let me put a baby in there?” Harry asks with a little pout.

“I’d love to have a baby with you baby.” You coo in response, bringing your hands up to his cheeks to squish them together a little. You then bring your face down to his before puckering your own lips and pressing them against his. His lips then begin to move languidly against yours. As the kiss continues, your need for each other grows. You were keeping your bodies as close to each other as possible too. Your arms were now around his neck and his arms were tightly wrapped around your back underneath your shirt to keep you as high up on his lap as possible. As Harry kissed you, you could feel his cock hardening beneath you. He was already a bit swollen from the images of your body that were ingrained in his mind. Now he was getting even harder at the prospect of being able fill you up and get you pregnant. All he wanted to do now as fill you up with his cock, and ultimately fill you up with his baby.

Keeping one arm wrapped securely around your smaller frame, Harry maneuvers you both so that he’s kneeling on the bed. He then lifts himself up with you still being in his lap and pushes forward so that you’re lying back against the bed with him on top of you. When he does this, you can tell that things are getting heated so you quickly push at his chest to momentarily stop the kiss.

“Just because were having baby making sex doesn’t mean that I don’t expect you to completely ravish me.” You say pointedly, making sure he knows the exactly what you want.

“I would never give you anything less.” Harry replies with a smirk before smearing his lips back onto yours. As he kisses you this time, he shifts his weight over onto one arm and he uses the other to push your shirt up your body. Once it was all the way up to your chest, he swiftly pulls away from your face and tugs the shirt off of your body. This leaves you completely bare other than your panties which is the next clothing item he has his sights on. He wastes no time hooking his fingers around the sides and he yanks them down off of you. He instructs you to lift your legs up and once you do this he rips the flimsy material the rest of the way off your body. He tosses them off to the side and he focuses back in on your now exposed body. As he admires all of your features, he imagines what they’d look like once he gets you pregnant. When he looks at your breasts, he thinks about how much larger and sensitive they’d be. He also thought about how the soft and supple flesh would fill his hands perfectly. When his eyes drifted a bit lower to your stomach, he had a very clear picture of how you’d grow as your pregnancy progressed. He was looking forward to seeing your belly grow. When he reaches your thighs and hips, he immediately thought of how much more of a rounded figure you’d have. All of these things made Harry’s mouth water and his cock twitch. “So beautiful.” Harry breathes before bending down to lick into you.

“Oh my god baby!” You moan, feeling his skilled tongue lick into you. You could feel the tip of his tongue circling your entrance and prodding at it. This only made you want and need him even more. “Need you inside me so bad.” You cry out to him, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him up. When you say this, Harry sucks harshly on your clit before coming back up. He then shoves his boxers down to reveal his extremely hard cock. You could see his thick shaft standing proudly between his legs and you could see a small bead of precum beginning to emerge from his slit. Before coming in closer between your legs, Harry pushes back against your thighs so that your legs were spread as wide as possible for him. He places a tight grip on one side of your waist and he wraps his free hand around his cock.

“Ready baby?” He asks, pushing his cock down your folds and stopping right at your entrance.

“So ready.” You pant, lifting your hips up a little against his cock.

“Good girl.” Harry hums before slowly beginning to push into you. As soon as he begins, your moans get louder.

“Oh my god! You’re so big!” You cry out to him, feeling the very familiar sting that came along with his cock stretching to fit inside your walls. Once he was a little bit inside of you, Harry’s hand leaves his cock and goes to the other side of your waist. Hearing you moan out to him like this from only having about an inch of his cock inside of you unlocked the raw and primal desire Harry had deep down inside of him. Add his desire to get you pregnant to this and he was a beast. Without warning Harry tightly grips onto your waist and he slams the rest of his cock into you. You then let out one of the loudest screams you’d ever made. The slight pain of him slamming all of his cock into you at once felt really good. You felt stretched, and you felt completely full. You could feel this fullness all the way in your stomach.

“Feel me in that pretty little tummy baby?” Harry pants smugly, already knowing the answer to his own question. All you could do was feverishly nod your head against the bed. You were too caught up in how full you were to even form a word in response.

“Good.” He simply states. And with this, he goes straight into pounding into you. The both of you could feel the raw passion radiating off of each other with every thrust. Even though Harry was shoving his cock deep into you over and over again, the both of you had one goal in mind. A baby. That’s what you both wanted, and this was how you two chose to get it. As he continues to thrust into you, Harry lowers himself down onto you. He wants you to really feel how deep he was inside of you. And he wanted to feel it for himself. Even though this is a slight change in position, it doesn’t stop Harry’s hard thrusts. He continues to slam his cock into you over again, pushing you both closer and closer to the edge with each one. You could feel his cock deep inside you, and Harry could feel his cock moving deep inside you. The two of you could also hear each others cries and moans, along with your praises better. You could hear his whimpers and moans at how good you felt around him accompanied with his growls of how he was gonna cum deep inside you.

All of this made you want to sit on top of him and ride his cock for some reason. Even though your legs were mush, you still wanted to ride him. You wanted him to release every last drop of his cum inside of you and you knew just how to get him there.

“Wanna ride you.” You pant in his ear, continuing to claw at his back as his thrusts continued. Instead of verbally replying to you, Harry immediately lifts himself from you and flips you both over so that your straddling him with is cock still lodged between your walls. You were feeling an extreme warmth and tightness forming in the pit of your stomach and you were going to explode at just about any moment. It doesn’t take more than a second for you to start feverishly moving yourself up and down on his cock. Watching you become so desperate for a release pushed Harry even closer to unloading all of his cum into you.

“M’gonna cum soon baby.” He pants, lifting his hands from your hips to grasp your breasts in them.

“Don’t cum inside me baby. Forgot t’take my pill last night.” You whimper, continuing to push yourself back and forth against him. Even though you were just about completely out of it, you still had a little bit left to mess with Harry. When he heard this, all Harry could think about was the possibility of getting you pregnant right then and there. It was taking so much for Harry to not cum in that moment. While Harry’s trapped in his thoughts, you tug at one of his hands that were clasped around your breasts and you lower it down to your stomach which brings his attention back to you. Your next sentence lights a fire under Harry that pushes him right over the edge. “When you cum in me, our baby’s gonna be right in my tummy and I’m gonna grow and grow with our baby from all your love.” You pant down to him.

At this, Harry removes his hands from your breasts and then flips you both so that you’re on your back and he’s on top of you. He wastes not time in getting back to slamming his cock into you. As he thrusts, you can feel his cock continuously slamming into the deepest part of you. He watches as your body quivers below him and he could feel your walls contracting around his cock.

“Cum with me baby.” This was all Harry had to say in order for you to fall apart on his cock. Which in turn caused him to release as well.

“Fuck!” You scream, feeling not only your extremely powerful release, but also feeling the thick and warm ropes Harry’s cum splashing against your walls.

“That’s it baby, take all m’cum.” Harry pants. He could his body become weaker and weaker with every rope of his cum that flooded your body. “Tighten up f’me baby.” Harry instructs, bring his hand up to your face to give you a couple light taps. Once he feels your walls clenching around him, he brings his arms around you back and he lays himself down so that you’re lying on top of him.

Once he does this, the both of you lay there for a good five minutes. You two were not only trying to gain feeling in your bodies, but you both were wrapping your heads around it all. There was a possibility that you two were going to have a baby.

“I just know you’re gonna spoil the shit out of this kid.” You sigh, finally coming back to for you guys’ post sex chat.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you spoil the shit outta me!” You reply with a laugh. “And I expect nothing less with our baby.” You continue

“Well you’re my baby and you’re going to be carrying our future baby. So you both will be my babies that I love more than life itself which means that I’ll spoil you both rotten. Which speaking of babies, how many are we looking at? I was thinking 2.” Harry ponders.

“Same.” You agree. “What if we have twins though?” You continue, thinking about all of the possibilities.

“Then 4 kids.” Harry replies

“When you said that, my uterus trembled.” You tell him truthfully.

“M’pretty sure that was just an aftershock from my dick.” Harry says proudly.

“I doubt it.” You say smugly.

“Do I need to come over there and fuck yeh again? Because I will.” Harry says matter of factly.

“You’re getting older babe, don’t want you to kill yourself.” You laugh, bringing your hand up to his cheek.

“You’re gonna get it later.” Harry says, reaching up to pluck your hand off of him. “Just because you’re younger than me, doesn’t mean that I can’t go all day long.”

“I’ll be waiting patiently.” You hum. “Don’t want you to break a hip or anything.”

“Now y’really gonna get it.” Harry grumbles before sending a quick swat to your ass.

The both of you had a feeling that this wouldn’t do the trick. But judging by how well this step of the baby making process went, you and Harry were more than willing to do it again.

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