#gripping them in my hand and squeezing like they’re stress balls

[hotmothsummer]

Forever thinking about how Ty Betteridge always seems to end up caring about Mike Walters

[moonstruckme]

touchy bestfriend james makes my brain short circuit i love it so much

can u write a touchy bestfriend james and he’s lying on the bed while reader is in the bathroom and r comes in and sees him and he tells r to come over and lie with him then they fall asleep but she wakes up because he’s awake and playing with her boobs like stress balls and r asks what he’s doing then he just says that they feel warm and soft

Okay this was definitely a rough attempt, but I hope you like it!

cw: pg-13 level smut

bestfriend!James x fem!reader ♡ 618 words

When you come in, James looks nearly asleep despite the sunlight still streaming in through the windows. His face has gone soft and squishy, lips in a half-pout from how his cheek is smushed into his pillow. His hair is getting so long he’s had to push most of it to the back of his head to be able to see his phone screen where he scrolls idly in front of him, but one stubborn curl falls down his face and rests on the bridge of his nose. 

“What, do I have a massive pimple or something?” he asks without looking up. “What’re you staring at me for?” 

You cover your embarrassment with annoyance, rolling your eyes as you lean against the doorway. “Just wondering why you look like you’re about to drift off at four in the afternoon.” 

“Because it’s nice and warm in the sun,” he answers easily. “C’mere, love.” 

You do what he says (you always do, in the end), crawling onto the bed and laying down beside him. James shuts off his phone, setting it down in favor of sliding his hand between your waist and the mattress, big palm coming to rest at your navel as he tugs your back closer to his front. You don’t know about the sun, but James is certainly warm. 

“Your arm’s gonna fall asleep,” you point out. 

“Don’t care,” he says, already sounding drowsier. 

“Don’t we have to be up to meet Remus and Sirius in a couple hours?” 

“We will be.” 

You’re out of protests, and not unhappy for it. James’ palm is warm and comforting on your stomach, his other hand reaching over you to rest just below your sternum. His breathing evens out quickly, and it’s that steady rhythm that eventually lulls you into sleep with him. 

You wake, an indeterminable amount of time later, because something feels odd. You rouse slowly, aware first of the pleasant warmth at your back, then of the fact that you’re fully clothed in James bed, and finally of his hands on your boobs. 

He’s squeezing them, feeling about with curious but sure hands, one tit in each. You lie there motionlessly, unsure if James is awake, or honestly, if you are. His touch is oddly comforting, and while your best friend is a very tactile person, this level of intimacy is unusual enough that you almost wonder if you might be dreaming. Then he squeezes too hard, and you’re sure you’re not. 

“Ow!” you flinch back into James, hand coming up to grip his wrist. “What, are you trying to get milk to come out?”

“Hm?” James’ voice is sleepy, less so as he realizes the placement of his hands. His grip loosens. “Oh, shit. Sorry, love, I was half-asleep. Didn’t realize I was doing that.” 

He doesn’t sound nearly as embarrassed as you would be in his situation, but that’s James. “It’s okay,” you say (really, it’s more than okay). “Just, it hurts when you squeeze that hard. They’re sensitive, Jamie.” 

You feel him nod against the back of your head. “M’sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to hurt ya.” He doesn’t move his hands, though, and you make no move to encourage him to. “They’re just really warm and soft, y’know?”

You do know. The thing poking into your back is warm too, though not so soft. 

“I mean, I don’t mind,” you say, glad you’re facing away so he can’t see the intense blush spreading over your face like a blight. “It’s sort of nice. Just…don’t squeeze so hard, okay?” 

James’ thumb soothes over the skin of your breast, a comforting touch and a promise. He begins to knead at it gently. “Got it,” he says.

[burnthoneydrops]

Like I Always Do (s.o. x fem!reader)

pairing: sam obisanya x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: language (it's ted lasso), use of 'my girl'

a/n: ahh! first time writing for my favourite boy!! i hope y'all like this and don't mind the fact that i clearly know nothing about football, i'm trying my best!!

“Come on Sam!” You call from your place in the owner’s box, Keeley gripping your hand that wasn’t acting as a megaphone. There’s a few minutes left on the clock and both teams have yet to score a goal. The boys are weaving through each other on the pitch, trying desperately to dodge between the opposing players. It’s just started raining and you mutter a curse to the universe under your breath for England’s reliably shitty weather.

“Oh for God’s sake, we just need one goal!” Rebecca sighs from beside Keeley, readjusting the Richmond beanie that held down her hair. Zoreaux throws the ball from his spot on one end, and Sam’s quick to claim it, bouncing it off his knee before kicking it over to Danny. You’d be lying if you said you knew much about football, but from what you do know, this setup looks pretty damn good. 

“Let’s go Richmond!” Higgins calls from behind you, and you can’t help but smile as this is the most high energy and carefree you’d ever seen this man. 

“Babes, you’re gonna squeeze my hand off,” Keeley comments to you as you had turned your focus back to the game, quickly becoming very concerned with the state of it. 

“Oh sorry,” you apologise, loosening your grip with the intention of letting go entirely, but Keeley weaves her fingers through yours, keeping your hand exactly where it is. 

In quite an elegant move from Danny, he twists his body and kicks his leg over the other, shooting the ball straight to the goal. While you could hear the Richmond fans all collectively take a quick breath, it seems too good to be true. Your fears are unfortunately proven accurate as the opposing goalkeeper sweeps the ball away from the netted end, pushing it back onto the pitch with his gloved hands. The crowd splits into a round of sighs and cheers as they either celebrate or mourn the moment for their team. 

“Fucking shit,” Rebecca curses, fidgeting with the bracelet adorning her left wrist. Isaac makes a call, shouting a combination of words that only makes sense to them and they get in a new formation. Jamie runs to basically lean against the opposing team’s players, no doubt muttering something to get in their heads as the boys get ready behind him. They’re soon off again and you’re eyeing Sam the entire time. He’d been so in his head before this that you knew he was stressing like crazy right now. The game is tense and you know he’s trying his hardest, but that self doubt does unfortunate wonders on someone’s self esteem. 

“You’ve got it Sam!” You cheer again, and this time he hears you, looking up at the owner’s box, giving you a warm but small smile and a thumbs up. 

“You’re not biassed at all, are you?” Keeley teases as she looks between you and Sam. 

“And what if I am? You’re the same way for Mister ‘he’s here, he’s there, he’s every-fucking-where’ Roy Kent,” You shrug with a squeeze to her hand. 

“Never said it was a bad thing babe,” Keeley replies, shaking her head. 

The crowd starts cheering in unison as the ball gets passed back and forth across the pitch. It gets passed to Sam and the goal is somehow left wide open. This seems almost too miraculous, but you try not to doubt and instead focus on the magic that might be about to happen. Sam claims the ball once again and keeps running forward with it, dribbling it past the opposing players. The stadium waits with bated breath and the tension in the crowd could be cut with a knife. With the looming clock ticking down its last seconds, Sam kicks the ball straight toward the goal, swiftly pushing it past the goalkeeper, making the score 1-1. The timer buzzes loudly, signifying the end of the game, and Richmond has done it. They end with the tie they needed and the fans go wild. 

“With a clean goal from Obisanya, the game ends with a tie!” The announcer repeats into his microphone, as the team runs to hug each other. You and Keeley stand up, exploding with joy as you hug each other tightly, Rebecca turning to hug Higgins from behind her. The fans start to storm the pitch, and everyone is quick to exit the owner’s box, wanting to join in on all the fun. Rain be damned, nothing is going to stop you from celebrating. You search the sea of people for your boyfriend, who pushes Jamie off his back when he sees you. 

“Go get your girl mate,” Jamie smiles, patting Sam lovingly on the back before turning to Isaac and celebrating with him. 

“Y/N!” Sam calls, waving his arms to get your attention. Your smile grows as you spot him, running at full speed, though trying not to slip on the damp grass. His arms open as he meets you halfway, catching you as you hurdle into him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. He picks you up lightly, both of you laughing, and spins you around before putting you back down.

“That was fucking amazing!” You praise. “Oh my God, the tension in the crowd was insane but you absolutely fucking killed it!” You tighten your grip on your boyfriend, unable to keep the smile off your face. 

“Hearing you cheer really helped,” he comments as you pull back slightly to look at him. 

“Yeah, might have been a bit aggressive up there. Almost took Keeley’s hand off with how hard I was squeezing”. 

Sam laughs, lightly grabbing the sides of your face and pulling you in for a kiss. The cheers of the fans still on the pitch fade away to background noise as you immediately kiss back, putting all the remaining adrenaline into it. You’re so proud of him and you want him to know it every chance you get. When you two pull away, Sam grabs your hand, twirling you around before settling you back to face him. 

“What was that for?” You ask, a confused look in your eyes. 

“Just wanted to get a good look at you in my number”. It had become custom for you to wear a shirt with Sam’s famous ‘24’ on the back and he loves it every time. 

“My one and only,” you reply, “now come on, this rain is starting to soak through my shoes”. You pull the two of you closer to the exit, but you don’t get too far before Sam’s picking you up and carrying you bridal style across the rest of the pitch. “Sam! Put me down!” You slap his arm lightly before gripping his neck, not wanting to fall. 

“Do not worry, I’ve got you. Like I always do”.

[mickittotheman]

hello ☺️ number 19 for the prompt game please

19. playing with their hands when nervous

Ian likes to fidget. 

The stupid fucker can’t keep still at the best of times, but once he’s hyped up he’s even more insufferable than usual.

It’s one thing when he’s all happy and excited and shit. He’ll tangle and untangle the strings of his jackets and hoodies and shoelaces. He’ll wave his hands around in big gestures. He’ll fiddle with whatever he can get his fucking hands on, including Mickey’s knives, on the rare occasion Mickey leaves them in his reach. He’ll drum out upbeat little tunes with his fingers on countertops and tabletops, on rumpled sheets and dusty concrete floors, on his own skin or on Mickey’s.

It’s different when he’s anxious. He does a lot of the same shit, but like, the evil version. His tapping fingers lack their usual rhythm, turn erratic and loud instead. He’ll be less careful with whatever he’s fiddling with. He’s nicked himself on Mickey’s knives one time too many. He’ll tie knots so tight he can’t get them undone, which only serves to pique his frustration even more. He’ll wrap the strings around his fingers till his skin goes white and red and raw. 

All that shit is annoying, but whatever. Ian puts up with Mickey’s annoyingass habits all the time. Puts up with far fucking worse. Mickey can deal.

This, though, this is where Mickey draws the line.

“Will you fucking stop it?”

“Huh?” Ian glances at Mickey, wide eyed, startled. They're in the dugouts, sprawled out with their backs propped up against the low wall, killing time until they’re ready for round two. Or round three, technically speaking. Whatever.

Mickey reaches out to slap Ian’s hand away from his mouth. “Stop gnawing on your fucking fingers, you freak.”

Ian flushes a bit. Lowers both hands down to his lap. Grips them tight, like he’s trying to keep them in place. “Sorry. Just kinda on edge today.”

“No shit,” Mickey huffs. There’s some shit going on with Ian’s family. There’s always some shit going on with Ian’s family, though, so it’s not that big a deal. Plus, Ian has midterms and ROTC and goddamn Linda breathing down his neck.

Not that Mickey gives a shit.

He sniffs. Swipes at his nose. Peeks over at Ian again. Ian’s keeping his paws outta his mouth, but he’s picking at his fingers instead. There’s already blood welling up on at least two of his nail beds. “Jesus fucking christ,” Mickey mutters, rolling his eyes. He shoves his own hand against Ian’s and leaves it. “There.”

“Uh.” Ian blinks at their hands. Blinks at Mickey. 

Mickey rolls his eyes again. “You wanna fuck up a hand so bad, use mine. I ain’t letting your fingers up my ass if you’ve got open fucking wounds.”

Ian blinks again.

Mickey looks away. Uses his other hand to fumble for his smokes.

Ian takes his hand carefully. Cautiously. He trails his fingertips over Mickey’s skin softly. Mickey shudders. His fingers twitch. He doesn't pull away.

By the time he’s done with his cigarette, Ian’s lost any inhibitions about playing with Mickey’s hand. He’s rubbing at it and squinting at it and gawking at it like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever held. Inspecting every winkle, every scar, every pale blue vein. Tugging and twisting and bending Mickey’s fingers. Digging his thumb into the meaty parts of his palm, tracing the lines there with his index finger. “How about you stop squeezing my hand and start squeezing something else instead, huh?”

Ian eagerly complies, earlier nerves miraculously gone.

Mickey hadn’t realized at the time what a huge fucking can of worms he’d opened that night. Hadn’t realized that Ian would seize every opportunity going forward to grab at his hands and use them as his own personal fucking stress ball. His hands quickly become Ian’s favorite thing to fidget with, surpassing strings and knives and everything fucking else.

Years and years and years down the line, Mickey’s hands get a new accessory for Ian to fiddle with: a ring to rub at and spin and press soft, sappy kisses to.

Whatever. Mickey can deal.

[whyareyoulookingatmelikethat]

[12]: Sex, Sex, And More Sex!

Uh…wow. You guys really liked my smut huh? Then…part 2 it is! 12th work for Dandy's World! We've got some new toons, and we've got some old!

Also, WHERE IS MY GIGI X READER CONTENT!?

Tisha

Cum Swallowing

Tisha is a cleaning maniac. You have to actually physically stop her so that she’ll let up on her relentless pursuit to find every note of dust ever. If dirt and grime were alive it would tremble in fear of her presence.

And don’t you ever think that this stops during sex either. She somehow always knows when you’re about to climax, and will get down on her knees and swallow every single drop. None of it reaches the floor. You swear she has a sixth sense for when you cum.

Goob

Cunnilingus

(Some toons may be written more than once with different kinks or acts, whether it’s because I like them more, or because they’re the only one who fits the requirements. Goob is shown to have a tongue in his hurt face.)

Fun fact: I was originally going to assign him Fangs as well, which you’ll see down below, but remembered Shelly last second.

I…have no idea what to write for this one, sorry if it sounds awkward ;-;

“Are…are you sure about this?”

He looked up to nod at you with that same dorky smile on his face. It made your heart melt every time, how could you possibly deny him? You gave him a nod as consent, still nervous.

You instantly jumped in your seat and gripped onto his fur the moment he started moving his tongue. Letting out a whine, you ducked your head in embarrassment.

Shelly

Fangs

(In Shelly’s dinosaur costume, she has one fang that sticks out. Good enough for me.)

Your cries rang out in the dark room as sharp teeth sank into your skin, the mixture of pain and pleasure swirling around in your mind and clouding your thoughts. You didn’t care if it hurt a little, it still felt good enough to block out the stinging in your neck.

You let out a low moan as she released you, licking the stray blood/ichor off her teeth.

Panting, she managed out one sentence. “H-how…was that…?”

Vee

Service Top(You)

Vee’s grip on your knees tightened with each small graze of your hand against her antennae, squeezing your legs like a stress ball. It was so overwhelming and yet not, even with the fact that your touches were lighter than brushing against a flower.

The gentleness was driving her insane, but she was so overstimulated that she would crash if you applied more pressure.

It felt so good. She wasn’t programmed to comprehend these sorts of feelings, but she was pushing herself to her limits just for a little more of that sweet pleasure.

Gigi

Scopophilia/Staring

Gigi is known to hoard the things she hides. Honestly, some would call her childish for picking up small things like so. But in all the treasures she’s ever found, you are her greatest. She would give up her whole collection for you. And that’s saying a lot.

Her gaze against your body when you take off your clothes is so strong sometimes you think she’ll burn holes right through you. She stares at you blatantly all the time, whether people are around or not, and has no shame for doing so. “Gigi, stop staring at my ass.” “No.”

You can’t possibly be mad at her though, her little “Mewehe”s that she does are too cute. She’d be the perfect supervillain, if she wasn’t just too adorable for it!

[blueicequeen19]

Not Your Girl

Warnings: drug dealer Rafe turned sub, protected & unprotected sex, angst, mean girl, choking

Rafe hears your annoying voice before he sees you, immediately bristling at the fact that Barry sent someone to babysit. His sister no less. Rafe turns slowly while holding his pool stick and sees her laughing it up with Kelc and Topper. She had that natural beauty. Effortless.

One that you wouldn’t know belonged to the Baseheads. You wouldn’t know she was also a drug dealer but it’s the sweet face that tricks you because she’s just as deadly.

Rafe once saw her bring a groan man to his knees for gawking at her too long while he was there to pay Barry. Now he was late on a payment and he’d send his sister to collect.

“There he is! Country club! How are you?” She saunters up with Topper and Kelce on her heels, a knowing smile on her face.

“I’d be even better if I didn’t have a babysitter.” Rafe bites out, not hiding his distaste. She smirks, silently picking up the cue ball and circling the table.

“Then don’t be someone that requires a babysitter.” She says calmly, rolling the white ball between your fingers. “We both know how you like to solve your problems and your daddy isn’t going to save you this time.” Her expression turns deadly as she makes a fist around the ball. Rafe tenses, debating on whether or not to tell her to get fucked and trying to wrestle the ball from her.

“I’ll have it tonight.”

“I know you will.”

“I mean it. I’ll have it tonight. So you and Barry can back off.” Rafe spats, tightening his hold on the pool stick.

“For your sake Country Club, I hope you do.” She comes to stand directly in front of him, craning her neck to look up at the tall Kook. Rafe glares down his nose at her, almost hating how beautiful her eyes were this close.

“Because my brothers way of dealing with late payments is a lot nicer than my way.”

“I’m not scared of a little girl.” Rafe bites out but instantly regrets it when her hand snags his balls, stealing the breath from his lungs as his knees threaten to give out. She wears a proud smile, clutching his manhood just hard enough for that cocky expression to morph into fear.

“Not the family jewels!” Kelce and Topper groan like they’re in pain too.

“Okay! Okay!” Rafe protests, clutching the side of the pool table when she doesn’t release her grip.

“He gets your point!” Topper steps forward but halts his movements when she squeezes harder, causing Rafe’s face to burn bright red in anguish.

“I come to collect at two am. Don’t let me down or you won’t be needing your family jewels anymore.” She snarls, giving one more hard squeeze then releasing as Rafe drops to his knees.

Y/N leaves the room with a smile, her own stash in her pockets. She didn’t intend on making this easy on Rafe Cameron.

“She’s a fucking bitch, man. A psycho, like her brother.” Topper murmurs in disgust from their spot on the couch.

“Maybe you should stop doing drugs, dude. Or find another way to pay.” Kelc chimes in.

“Like what? Offer to fuck her as payment?” Rafe snorts, downing the last of his mixed drink.

“I mean, for a Basehead she’s pretty hot. Maybe she just needs some good dick.” Kelc laughs.

“She’s kill him before he could even whip it out.” Topper adds, making Rafe wish he had different friends.

“Listen, by the time I was done with her, I’d have her paying her brother back for me.” The three of them laugh but Rafe is no less stressed. They had the payment plus a couple hundred extra and it was almost two.

Topper and Kelc dip out like a bunch of pussies just as she finds her way upstairs. Rafe can’t help but notice how good she actually looks despite only wearing her usual shorts and T-shirt. Not a hint of glam and money hanging off her. She didn’t care what anyone thought about her.

“Pay up.” Y/N demands, holding out her hand in annoyance.

“What’s got your panties in a wad?” Rafe mumbles, digging the wad of cash out of his pocket.

“Rich pricks that are late on payments.” She bites out, snatching the money and quickly counting it before stuffing it in her back pocket.

“All of it.” She holds her hand out again and Rafe’s eyes widen in surprise.

“That is all of it!” Rafe takes a step back and she shoves him in the chest, knocking him down on the couch with a grunt.

“There’s a late fee.” She wrestles her way on top of him, patting down his pockets as he resists throwing her off. If he hurt Barry’s sister, he’d be dead for sure.

“Stop.” Rafe spats but it’s too late. She finds the extra bills and pockets them with a wicked grin. Rafe couldn’t help but feel himself grow in his shorts. It would be hard not to with a girl on top of him. She pulls back, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth like she’s trying not to laugh.

“Been awhile, Country Club? You’re feeling a little stiff.” She grinds her pussy against his clothed erection, earning a rumble from Rafe’s chest.

“Get off me. I can’t help it.” Rafe bucks his hips in an attempt to knock her off but she gasps from the contact, digging her fingers into his chest.

“You know, you’re a lot bigger than I expected.” She purrs, swiping her tongue across his lips. Rafe couldn’t believe what was happening. He was hard as a rock and she was flirting with him.

“We can’t—.”

“Why can’t we?”

“Your brother—.”

“Do you prefer him instead?”

“No! It’s just—.”

“Shut up and take your pants off. Put a condom on.”

Rafe’s eyes nearly bug out as she stands and strips, no regard for the party still going on down stairs. He can’t take his eyes off her as she shimmies out her panties and plain black bra. Her tits were begging for his mouth and her ass was unbelievable.

“Now, Country Club.” She snaps her fingers at him and he quickly jumps to his feet, taking out a condom and stripping bare like she was. She pushes him against the back of the couch, ripping the condom wrapper open with her teeth and rolling it down his thick length.

“I don’t—.”

“Shut up.” She snaps, placing her hand over his mouth as she lines him up with her entrance and starts to sink down. Rafe groans behind her hand as she hisses from the burn. He was the biggest she’d ever had but she wouldn’t tell him that.

“Jesus, this thing is a weapon.” She groans, moving back and forth gently to get used to the feel of him. She feels him smirk behind her hand and she debates turning around so she didn’t have to see his stupid smug smile. His hands find her hips and he starts to move her, groaning at her tight channel.

Her hand falls as she starts to clutch the couch, panting as she chases her high. Rafe grabs both her breasts, pinching her nipples as he fucks up into her.

“Oh.” She squeaks, that tough mask cracking as she gets lost in her pleasure.

“You feel so good.” Rafe groans, his balls drawing up painfully tight.

“Shut up.” She stops abruptly and bends over the arm of the couch, her ass positioned high. “Fuck me hard or I’ll tell my brother you were short.” Rafe snarls as he kneels behind her, not giving her a moment to prepare as he thrusts in hard. She cries out, her body lurching forward.

“Short, huh?” Rafe grunts, thrusting into her hard and deep just like she wanted. Her body starts to shake and her head drops to the cushion as she tightens like a steel band around his cock.

“Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” She cries. He feels the moment she cums, her sobs echoing a moment later as her pussy gushes with her climax.

“That’s my girl.” Rafe grits his teeth as he fights through the walls of her channel to stay inside as he fucks his cum into the condom a moment later.

She drops down on the couch when he finally slows, trembling and panting for air as her cum runs down her thighs when Rafe finally pulls out.

Rafe discards the condom and drops down naked on the opposite end of the couch, sweat glistening on his entire body. She finally moves to a sitting position, turning to glare at him with narrowed eyes. He watches as she crawls closer, her eyes lingering on his semi-hard cock before coming nose to nose with him. Rafe jerks, his eyes widening when her hand locks on to the front of his throat.

“I’m not your girl.” She hisses, looking down a moment later and seeing him fully hard again. Rafe tries to swallow against her hold but he can’t. She hesitates before throwing her leg over his waist and slowly sinks down on his throbbing cock, despite just emptying himself. Rafe moans deeply, his eyes hooded as she continues to choke him.

“Not. Your. Girl.” Rafe’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he starts to cum quicker than he’d ever had, “But you’re my good boy. Aren’t you?”

[squishyo-o]

Tits, Ass, or Thighs? (Shinee)

This one’s difficult cuz I didn’t know shinee 😭 had my friend help me out <3

❤️‍🔥

♫♪Key♪♫

- from the looks of him, I thought tits, then I thought thighs

- honestly it’s between those two

- I feel like he loves laying on your chest when you guys cuddle

- he calls them stress balls 😂

- that being said, he definitely likes squishing and sucking your boobs during sex

- small or big, he’ll eat them up

- for the thighs, he will bite the shit out of them.

- loves LOVES when you squeeze your thighs around him while he’s eating you out

- oh and omg..

- he fucking LOVES IT when you ride him cuz he gets to watch your boobs go up and down, AND he’ll hold onto your hips, then slowly slide his hands to your thighs. (Yes he squeezes them)

- "such gorgeous boobs baby.. can’t wait to suck on them.."

- "s’pretty riding me babe.. that’s it.. keep bouncing.."

. . . . . .

♪♫Minho♫♪

- Ass. Oh my god ass.

- like I saw ONE picture of him and I IMMEDIATELY knew he’d like ass.

- he loves eating yours too.

- the skillful tongue just in your hole driving you mad is what gets him off.

- he loves the moans you make whenever he grips your ass or eating your ass out, because he knows he’s doing it right

- and yes… his favorite position is any of them where he gets to see your ass. (Doggy, rev. Cowgirl..)

- he just loves seeing your ass shake on him while your bouncing, or if you’re bent over doggy,

- he loves being able to fuck you from behind.

- "god fuckin’ love your ass.. m’gonna fill it.."

- he’d say that groaning with it too 🌚

. . . . . .

♪♫Onew♫♪

- ok. He was hard to figure out when I looked at him, but I came with a conclusion…

- thighs.

- he loves your thighs. Oh my god.

- like not even in a sexual way (yet), he would see you laying on the bed, and crawl between your legs FROM THE END OF THE BED

- he would spread your legs apart and kiss your inner thighs (or just your thighs in general)

- watch out if he’s horny though..

- he’ll do the same thing but just (with your consent) slowly take off your pants or whatever your wearing below and start eating you out.

- he loves when he’s able to get covered with a blanket too and just be under there, your thighs squeezing around his face cuz he’s eating you out well ;)

- why? Because someone could walk in at any moment 😈

- "keep squeezing love.. let your thighs tell me I know how to eat your pussy out"

. . . . . .

♪♫Taemin♫♪

- all of them. no questions.

- he loves all of them. Thighs, Ass, boobs, he doesn’t care. He loves them all. He’ll eat you up.

- best part about that though, is the things he does with them 😈

- he’ll fuck you, right? But juuust as you’re about to orgasm, he’ll slow down and stop.

- "but what does that have to do with it??" NONO HEAR ME OUT

- He’ll make a game out of it

- he’s gonna tie your boobs, just so the nipples pop out, and he’ll spread and tie your legs so you can’t squeeze them together.

- then he’ll just watch you whine in frustration from not being able to cum, while he plays with your nipples, slaps your ass, and sucks on your thighs

- he’s gonna do it just enough until you think he’ll let you cum finally, but then he stops and just chuckles as he watches you get your little hopes up

- "what’s the matter? Can’t wait to cum?"

- "if you wanna cum, you can be patient and maybe I’ll have the courtesy to let you cum"

- "ah ah ah.. hands away. you need to beg"

- Ehehe 🤭

. . . . . .

♪♫Jonghyun♫♪

Firstly, rest in peace to this beautiful angel. I looked him up, and he is absolutely gorgeous and I hope he’s going ok up there. I’m very sorry he had to go through such pain. Fly high 🕊️🤍

- Anyway. for him, just by photos, I’d say boobs

- he seems like the type of guy where he’d poke at your boobs and giggle cuz they’d move or cuz they’re squishy.

- "hehe~ your chest is squishy dear.."

- on the other hand while he has sex with you, he likes missionary cuz he can see your boobs jiggling while he fucks you.

- even better, he likes gripping onto a boob while he does it. And he’ll squeeze

- he likes putting ice on your nipples while they’re hard and of course, he’ll suck on them.

- I feel like he’d be a silly goofy guy and still giggle while fucking. Like he’d squish your boobs and giggle even though he’s pounding into you lol

"Haah.. hehe~ your boobs jiggle.. I love them baby.. fuck.."

[midnightmoonkiss]

Albedo X FEM! Reader - 18+ MINORS DNI

Hc that Albedo wears his thigh high stockings while fucking you.

Truly, he sees no reason to remove them. They’ve basically become a second skin to him, and they’re visually appealing - so why not?

Besides, he can fuck you just fine like this- both your trembling legs thrown over his surprisingly sturdy shoulders as he plows you deep into his mattress with strong thrusts.

Silky strands of blonde hair frame his flushed, sweaty face as he peered down at you, normally perfect braids messy from your fingers previously pulling at his hair.

You couldn’t deny it, his creamy thighs looked so good in those tights, flexing beneath the nylon with every well calculated thrust that kissed your sweet spot and made your head spin.

“A-Albedo..-!” You’d cry, hiccuping as he swirled his hips, grinding his perfect cock impossibly deeper inside you.

Lewd, wet slaps echoed throughout the room, accompanied by the banging of the bed frame against the wall - anyone waking by outside the window would easily be able to tell what the two of you were doing.

Albedo didn’t really give a shit about things like that.

Your hands reach down, gripping at tights as if to pull him closer, the burning in your belly making you desperate for something to hold on to, to keep you grounded. You wanted him closer.

His chuckle made you whine.

“You look so perfect like this, my love,” The alchemist coo’s down at you, small smile playing on his spit-slick lips, grip on your waist tightening as he held you in place, “If only I had my sketchbook.. you’re breathtaking.”

A moan tore from your throat as his hand suddenly slipped between your thighs, thumb tapping your clit rubbing tight, rough circles over it using the slick that pooled out of you and dripped down your ass.

His cock felt so good, made you feel so full, made you feel dumb as he expertly played with your sensitive button, previous ‘study sessions’ where he fingered you in his lab coming to play.

“Bedoo..!” Your head dug into the plethora of pillows beneath you, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure overwhelmed your shaking body.

Your hips would’ve lurched forward from the sudden stimulation had his sturdy grip not held you in place.

“Feels good, huh? I know it does.”

It was hard to respond, saliva spilling out the side of your mouth as you pathetically moaned and mewled, his tights no doubt getting torn as you clawed at his thighs.

“Sweet girl, could you give me an answer?”

You could hear his smile. Bastard.

“Y-yes.. f-eels.. feels so g- AhaaaaAh!! Good!!!”

The coil in your stomach snapped suddenly, toes curling beside his head as you cried out his name. Stars bursts behind your eyes, filling your body with spine tingling warmth.

His own teal eyes slipped shut for a moment as he focused on the feeling of your spasming pussy squeezing around his cock like a soul-sucking vice, creaming all over him.

A stuttered breath left his heaving lungs.

“Archons..” He groaned deeply, leaning forward, desperate to worm his way even deeper into you, “Fuck.. (Y/N)..!”

Albedo’s hips stuttered as he got closer and closer to his own release, thrusts losing their rythmn as he let himself fuck into you blindly.

Balls growing tighter, he choked on his own moans, “Fuck, Fuck..”

Eyebrows pinching together, his hips stilled, thighs flexing, cock twitching as sticky, warm ropes of his cum filled up your cunt.

Your name was a silent prayer on his tongue as he came undone, stress leaving his body in an instant.

He stayed there for a second, hands absentmindedly rubbing up and down your twitching thighs as Albedo caught his breath and calmed his heart down.

You whimpered as he pulled himself from you with a wet pop, and he watched, entranced, as his cum mixed with your juices as it bubbled out of your pretty pussy onto the towel laid below your ass.

Gently lowering your legs, he slid off the bed and stood on his own, leaning over your exhausted form to press a sweet kiss to your temple, “I’ll be right back.”

The floorboards creaked in the silent night as he walked away.

Using all the strength you had left, you turned to watch him go, his figure illuminated by the lit candle in the room, eyes glued to the way his thighs spilled a bit over his stockings.

Yes, they were quite attractive.

[heejayy]

Favorite body part (18+)

Warning: MDNI!, suggestive content

Pairing: Hyung line x Black Reader

Wc: 517

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Heeseung

Boobs!

He’s a tittie man.

Like of course he’s a boob guy I mean he has a nice rack himself and he doesn’t discriminate either, whether they’re perky, flat, big, lopsided, or they sag, or even fake. 🤣

He could give a less shit cus let’s be honest boobs are boobs man, but Heeseung! He likes them big ol’ chi chi’s.

He loves the motor boat them, bite em’, grab em’, slap em’, also he likes boob jobs too *wink wink*.

But if your flat chested he treats them no differently!

He’ll pamper them with kisses and call them his little stress balls …

He just loves boobs

He’s obsessed…🫣

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Jay

Ass!

He loves a good lookin’ ass

Whether it’s big and plump or little and cute

His hands are always on your hips/ butt feeling, gripping you and holding close to him

Even when you two hug he hands slide down and give your butt a good squeeze

respectfully may I add!

He loves to watch you walk away, watching your hips move side to side. He’d be wearing that small smirk staring

He finds it so hot

If you wear short skirts it gives him easy access to grab you and slip his hand up there and grip your bum

You know he’s obsessed with your ass so sometimes when you two are alone you walk around in nothing but his shirt and a thong

It obviously always ends in you getting bent over and spanked 🙄 😏

He also has a thing for thighs but that’s not important rn 🤭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Jake

Thighs and boobs!

Jake loves resting his hands on your thighs and squeezing them

Especially when you two are being intimate his hands are always on your thighs or boobs, depends on the position.

And loves marking you and leaving hickies in between your thighs and on your breast

He likes it when you dress in low cut tops so he can get a good view of your beautiful chest (only he can look at)

He also does this thing where if you two are cuddling he slides one hand between your thighs and one under your shirt so he can hold on to your chest and thighs

It’s a weird position but he finds it comfortable 🤷🏽‍♀️

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sunghoon

Neck!

He thinks there is something so sexy about your neck

He loves dressing your neck in pretty shiny necklaces especially one with his name on in

Loves loves loves leaving hickies on your neck and afterwards he acts all shy and timid but deep down it turns him on even more knowing he’s the only one who can mark your pretty neck

Gives you neck and shoulder massages just an excuse to touch you

Another one who likes it when you wear low cut blouses so he can admire your whole neckline

Leaves soft kisses on your collar bones when you’re cuddling

Also likes when you wear pulled back and pulled up hairstyles 🥰

He has a choking kink 🫣

Enhypen Masterlist

©Heejayy 2022 — any repost or translations of my work are strictly prohibited

[z3nitsusgf]

Osamu, Bokuto, Hinata, Sakusa, TERUSHIMA, and Hirugami, are all titty fiends <3

Tags: 🏷 @diamond-3

- these grown ass men love you and your titties, and they’ll never leave them alone. Always got their mouth wrapped around on nipple, biting and kissing down your neck and chest no matter the time of day. They love seeing them in low tops, or form fitting clothes, whatever bra you wear doesn’t matter cause they’ll rip it off you anyways.

- they play with your tits like it’s a stress ball, palming them and squeezing them in their hands till you whine, always groping them when you’re in bed or in the shower,

- they love soaping them up, making them all slick with your lavender and starflower body wash and rubbing them till they sud up, and of course they can’t forget to help you out on lotion afterwards. Makes them all soft and silky, and they love to slip their cock in between them and feel the velvety flesh hug their dicks

- they mostly annoy you when they get home from practice or work, plopping down on top of you and grabbing at your arms to push them out of the way, pinning both hands up with one of their and using the other to tug at your clothes,

- “stop it.” You pout, trying to push their greedy hands off your chest, and they just ignore you “can’ help it, babe.” They mumble like they’re entranced with the way you breathe and how they bounce against your skin. they love them so much, love to suck marks on them and bite the soft flesh, laving in between and sucking your nipples till they get puffy and ache

- they’ll straddle you while you’re on the couch, legs locking over your hips and tugging down your tank top, pinching and pulling at your silky flesh till you whimper, “ow-“ you mumble, hitching a breath when you stare down at your massive boyfriend, who looks at you like you hung the moon and sun in the sky, stares at the sight of your already heaving chest,

- “love your sweet tits, baby-“ they coo, rolling the peaked nubs between their pinched fingers, your back arches into a pretty curve that pushes the soft mounds up towards their mouth, and they suction their lips over your nipple, sucking harshly till you squeak,

- they’re messy about it too, leaking drool all over your chest and lubing up your tits till they shine and glisten, pearly highlights that shimmer under the TV light, tug on your achey puffed out nubs till you cry, the feeling of them rolling your tits in their palms while sucking at the skin too much,

- “Ah! Mm- feels hah, feels weird,” you moan, hands gripping the couch as they drool all over your breasts, salvia smeared across your chest and dripping down your sides, your skin tingles, nips buzzing with the motions of their lips smoothing and biting at your skin

- “you love it dontcha? My pretty baby, you love me playin’ with your tits?” They grin against your heaving chest, biting down on the slicked nipple, you can feel his hard on pressing against your tummy, and you feel your clit throb,

- “I know, it feels so good huh? Betcha can cum like this? Huh? Think you can cream from me just teasin’ your nipples?” You groan, cunt clenching around nothing as the wetness sticks to your cotton panties. Makes your pulse around the air as they flick your nipples,

- they watch the way your thighs clench, tits jiggling as they squish and mold them to whatever shape they want, giving ‘em a few hardy smacks that make you gush on nothing, thighs trembling as you clench your eyes shut, whimpering from cumming solely from having your pretty tits played with

- “good girl, so sweet and so sensitive.” They mumble, absolute stars beaming in their pupils as they don’t stop sucking till you cry, desperately trying to shove off their hands and face.

- yeah, they love your tits <3

[fishstyx]

monopoly.

featuring. possessive!kuroo tetsuro x fem!reader

wc. 1.6k

genre. dark/taboo, smut

tw. 18+ nsfw, non/dubcon, toxic relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, oral, penetration, creampie, implied breeding

synopsis. you’re kuroo’s, now and forever, one way or another.

“I—god, for crying out loud!” 

Deft fingers find his temples and rub, but it does little to mitigate the tension in his body. Stomach clenched, hands drilling holes into his skull, Kuroo’s eyes finally go from sweeping the floor to meeting your gaze. His brows collect in the middle of his forehead, dark pupils boring into your core, and silence ensues.

You take it as a chance to snatch your phone away.

His eyebrows twitch, but it’s the huff and puff of air you notice first. It’s a heavy sound, followed by a raising of his arms in defeat. He lets them fall to his sides, palms outstretched with all the melodramatic flourish in the world, hard thud preceding a new torrent of lashback.

“So it’s a crime now?” Your lips flatten, grip tightening on the device. “To check up on my girlfriend like a loving boyfriend should?” He says it with a snarl, that cool, sly persona of his all but abandoned, as the edge in his tone morphs to something less explosive and more calculated.

“Last I checked, ‘checking up on your girlfriend’ doesn’t mean going through my fucking phone.” 

You stand your ground against six feet of lanky legs and toned muscle as best you can, chest puffed, hackles raised. The worst thing about your boyfriend—if you should even call him that now—is his uncanny ability to read the mental state of anyone and everyone. Especially when they’re at odds with him.

“You know you’re way overreacting, right? I just—you know I just want to help.”

“And you can manage just fine without invading my privacy,” you say, steeling yourself. He can’t keep getting his way. He can’t keep cornering you, trapping you, whatever it is that he’s playing at when he talks you out of your so-called ‘moods.’

But it’s all too easy to falter under the piercing eye of a scheming bastard.

“Everything I do is for us, and yet all that’s on your mind is how to act out? Give me a break.” One foot in front of the other is all it takes for the tilt of your head to slant at dangerous angles. He looks down upon you, features in shadow but eyes in full gleam, expectant palm open and outreached. 

You know what he wants.

Your neck hurts from craning.

You won’t hand it over.

You can’t help but choke the words out.

“You do it, you do it for yourself.” 

It’s but a mutter but he hears you clearly. His face nears and you startle.

“You say it’s for us but you—you don’t even share anything about yourself! You do all these things to figure me out, but when I ask a simple question like—like what are you afraid of, or what’s your family like, or, or how the fuck are you feel, feeling,” you run yourself out of words as he hovers dangerously close, watching, waiting. The pause feels like a kick to the stomach, like you’re sinking in cement.

“Are you done yet?” 

Your jaw clenches and unclenches but no noises come out. The fire in your gut quells but you still try to rekindle it. By the time you have anything to say his arms wrap around you, slowly, methodically, a boa come to squeeze you dry of fight.

“You don’t need to act so tough around me.” He rocks your body—stiff with unease—side to side, balls of your feet scrambling to absorb the brunt of your stress. “You get worked up so easily. You’re more sensitive, temperamental. That’s why I keep it away from you.” The reasoning seems logical enough but the pit in your stomach drops further. Your shoulders find the sense to knock against his iron hold but he pulls you tighter, voice dropping as he leans into your ear.

“I take good care of you, don’t I?”

When he holds you so closely it takes everything in you not to go limp and ragdoll. You’re supposed to be walking out the door right about now, but he has that loathsome, horrible, wonderful ability to make you feel like home is right in the crook of his elbows. No matter. He’s used to abusing your soft spots, but this time—

Oh.

You stupid, stupid girl.

When you’re pressed up against him like this, it’s impossible not to feel what’s growing in his boxer briefs. It doesn’t take his hands snaking down your waist to know what’s at stake, and all those embers of anger turn to fright.

“K-Kuroo, not now.”

He just kisses you on the cheek and hauls you to the nearest piece of furniture. You push at his chest, hands forming loose imitations of fists, feeling cheated and tricked, and that’s when you realize you’re empty-handed. 

“Yes, now. Baby girl, you need me.” 

You fall back into the couch and he crawls atop of you. His fingers find the hitch in your panties and knead, tracing spirals that cause your nerves to shatter and your thighs to clench. You will yourself to rise but he pushes you back with ease, single-handedly, literally, pads of his fingers forcing you down by the chest. When did he even take your phone? And where did he put it? He lifts your shirt and pushes your bra up in your confusion, turning you on your stomach as he laces an arm across your chest.

“Look how much your body loves me.” He fondles a pert nipple while his mouth finds its way to your neck, kissing his way up to your chin. Hot breath reaches your ear and he’s licking up its shell, a soft shudder his reward. He bites your earlobe and this time he gets a little whimper. “See how well I know it?” You can hear the shape of his mouth, with its upturned corners and cheshire cat teeth. Taunting you. Flaunting his control.

And you melt.

“Kuroo…” you whimper, column of your neck flush against the cushions, throat seizing up as your body loses reasons to struggle. He strokes your hair, steadily, knowingly.

“It’s better this way, isn’t it? Just leave things to me, babydoll.” 

You flinch as warm kisses dot the length of your back, hands trailing down your sides, exposed and bared to the cold. For need of warmth, for need of skin on skin, you arch into his touch as his fingers hook your panties and pull. You think to swing your legs but they don’t move; a captive to his hold. He handles your body like it’s his own, hand on the small of your back as he parts your slit with his tongue. He knows your sweet spot well but his movements are treacherous, sliding in between your folds but barely grazing that bundle of nerves, encircling but not quite brushing it. 

When he finally bumps it, a little flick that has your thighs crushing his head, he has you right where he wants you. He’s quick to draw back, the whine that bubbles up your throat like music to his ears. He slides a finger in on his next downward stroke, a second following soon after, smooth, even motions that scissor your insides open. Prepping you. Readying you for his cock.

It takes a throaty chuckle for you to realize you’re bucking your hips to his steady movements. Pacify your clit, pump his fingers, lick you up and down, repeat. His head pulls away as his fingers curl inside you, hint of a smile as he says, “Daddy’s cunt looks so happy.” Soiled digits come to prod at your lips until you part them open, the taste of sex violating your mouth as they converge down your tongue. You gag a little, unable to jerk away so long as his body cages you like this. It’s bitter. And it’s dirtying the couch. You struggle to catch your breath when his weight finally lets up, head spinning as his fingers retract from the base of your tongue.

There’s two faint thuds of soft material hitting the ground, and then he’s forcing himself between your legs, engorged cock sliding down the snug of your ass. Your head whips back to confirm it, a girthy cock laving itself in your pussy juices, unwrapped… raw.

“Daddy needs his special girl to remember this moment.” You shake your head and have the thought to thrash, but he holds you down with ease, stuffing the side of your face into the cushions as he lines his cock with your dripping hole. “You belong to me, and you’ll come to understand that”—the motions to resist snuffed before you could even start.

The pressure knocks the wind out of you. He sinks inside you in his entirety, hips slamming into yours in a single motion. With quick succession he pumps away, flat against your frame as he practically humps you, groaning in little spurts that tickle your nape. He fills you to the hilt each time, moaning something about how great you are together, how obvious it is that you’re made for him. You lay numb with panic, walls clutching him tighter as he curses something under his breath, taking your pussy faster despite the vacancy of your gaze.

The haze hits you like a curtain. Your eyes gloss over and it feels like you really are his baby doll, sucking him in even when you’re being forced. Passive snivels wrack your body and it takes all your being just to focus on the fibers of the upholstery fabric. Tightly woven. Probably soaked with your slick. He reaches his climax in a frenzy, filling you up as the last of your thoughts empty. A sick warmth spreads inside your swollen pussy with those last few snaps of his hips, cock twitching out every last drop of his seed, your body as fucked-out as fucked-out can be.

Kuroo has no intention of letting you in. But that doesn’t mean he’ll ever let you go.

🏷 @hqintheclub​

fishstyx © 2022 ✸ all content and their rights belong to me. do not repost, reproduce, or modify anywhere.

[wh0rephobic]

92 with william oh my

cw: sir kink, degradation, fem!reader, hint of dacryphilia

william always likes it rough.

which is good, because you like to be pushed to your limits during sex. you want to be shaking and crying by the end and he is more than happy to comply.

so as you’re laying off the side of the couch, william holding your legs up high in the air as he slides his cock in and out of you, your eyes cross.

“mmm! you fuck me so good, sir!” you moan out with cute little gasps, scrunching your eyes closed to ground yourself.

his thrusts never slow as he speaks to you in a low tone, “open your eyes, dear. look at me,”

you obey. he has a straight face, almost looking uninterested as he fucks into you. you’d be lying if you said it doesn’t turn you on even more. you’re arching your back and crying out like a whore, so william decides to use you like one. with one hand gripping your ass and the other holding onto your thigh, he drags you off the couch, leaving you hanging off of him as he picks up the pace.

only your head and shoulders are on the couch. with his hips pounding into you so fast your tits are bouncing where they’re hanging upside-down on your bent-backwards chest, the only sounds filling the living room are your cries of pleasure and william’s balls slapping against your ass, slick dribbling down them to make him hiss. his hands tighten, they could be bruising you right now and you don’t care, as long as he never stops treating you like this, like the cheap whore you are.

“i bet you like being used like a slut. huh, do you? hmm? do you like it when i use you?” william teases, pulling you up higher by the waist to adjust his positioning.

“yes, y-yes!” you moan.

his cock is drilling directly into your cervix now, never failing to pet your g-spot on its way in and out.

you gasp as your pussy begins to pulsate around him. “fuck, sir! right there, p-please don’t stop! ohh god, f-fuck me like a whore, sir, please!”

“such a dirty mouth,” william frowns, “who taught you to speak like that? i know it wasn’t me,”

you can’t respond, too busy dealing with the orgasm bubbling in your stomach. no, it can’t end yet! he just started fucking you!

you reach for william’s wrist over your thigh, digging your nails into his skin in hopes to delay your climax by gaining some leverage. your clenching muscles only draw you closer to your release, though, and william pushes your hand away from his with a spit.

“come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.” he orders, and your hands fly up to pull at your own hair.

“n-no, please, sir! ’m close!” you’re squeezing him so deliciously.

but william manages to maintain his composure, “well that’s not my problem, is it, slut?”

you close your eyes again when tears bead up in the corners. “no, sir!”

“that’s what i thought, n-“ he slaps your thigh, “look at me!”

you help when he hits you, shooting your eyes open to make eye contact with william. you tighten your muscles so hard that you go red in the face, whimpering as you fight off your orgasm. it’s stronger though, making your body shake violently in william’s grip as you try not to fall apart.

the words fly out of your mouth. “please, sir, can i cum?”

“yes.”

your vision goes white, knot in your stomach snapping as you spill all over william’s dick. tears stream down your face and your body is moving completely out of your control.

“that’s it, that’s a good girl,” he slows to let you ride it out, “so good for me, cumming on my cock like such a darling little thing,”

soon enough, you sigh and relax into the couch with dazed eyes. william loves the fucked-out look on your face, which is why he starts his fast thrusting up again without warning.

you gasp in overstimulation, looking up at william with teary eyes as he stresses your body.

“what, did you think we were done here?” william asks, “i haven’t cum yet, slut. have you forgotten about me?”

your eyes widen, “n-no! of course not, sir!”

he narrows his eyes, “you better not have,” he shakes his hand from your thigh to your pussy and begins to toy with your sensitive clit. “you know what happens to bad girls,”

you squirm in his grip where he’s rubbing your clit so rough with his thumb that it hurts.

“i’m good, i-i’m a good girl, sir! promise!”

william cocks his head to the side to observe you, “if you’re so good, why don’t you shut your mouth and let me use you like the cocksleeve you were made to be?”

your hole is tightening around him again as you call out, “yes, sir! yes! use me! use me however you want, ‘m your toy!”

through your jolting vision, you can see william’s lips begin to curl into a subtle smirk as he mutters out “good girl” before he starts drilling into you, seemingly dead-set on puncturing your cervix with his leaking cockhead. you’re left to lay there and slap your hand over your mouth to contain your noises, tears running wild over your cheeks. you look so pretty when you cry.

[starlitangels]

A Beta Made to Weep

Pups AU. An Alpha Made to Kneel Part 2, technically. brammie_bram on AO3 suggested Gabriel comforting Natty after her injuries and while requests are still technically closed and I don’t want to be flooded with them, I was fascinated by the idea. So here we go. 2.1k words CW: discussion of trauma and traumatic events

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Natalie came to consciousness hours later, muscles stiff and entire body sore. The skin on either side of her eyes was crusty with tears. A groan of pain escaped her throat before she could even consider stopping it.

A small gasp made its way to her ears. “Natty!” Seconds later, Gabriel’s hand was in hers, squeezing gently. “Are you okay?”

“I assume I’m not dead.”

Gabriel chuckled through tears. “No.”

“I figured. Because if I was, it wouldn’t be your voice as the first I’d hear in Paradise.”

“Brat,” Gabriel accused.

“Jerk.” She peeled her tired eyes open to see her big brother openly crying. His bright green eyes were bloodshot and puffy. He’d been crying for a while. “You look like hell,” she said.

“Look who’s talking,” Gabriel retorted.

Natalie stiffened. Her eyes fell from her brother’s to take in her own body. Someone had changed her into her pajamas. Short summer shorts and a tank top. She was pretty exposed to take inventory.

“Sam did his best,” Gabriel explained quietly. “But vampires only have so much magic they can externalize. He couldn’t heal everything, so he healed the worst stuff first. The scrapes and bruises had to... stay. Though he said he might come back tomorrow and finish you off if you want him to.”

Natalie nodded. A small nod.

She looked wrecked. Almost every inch of exposed skin was bruised. Though they were all in various stages of healing. Cuts littered everywhere else.

She let out a sob.

“Natty...” Gabriel whispered. “What’s wrong?”

She kept crying, furiously wiping her eyes on her blankets. “He tortured me—for three days, Gabe,” she said quietly. “He collared me like—like some—” The sob that wracked her body cut off her words. Gabriel gathered his sister into his arms, tucking her head under his chin and rocking her back and forth. “I couldn’t even open my eyes!” Her whole body was shaking. She threw her arms around Gabriel and clung to him, her fists balled in the back of his shirt.

“I know, Natty. I know,” he whispered. He kept rocking her, holding her as close to him as he could. Her tears were soaking his shirt, and he didn’t care. “You didn’t deserve what that leech did to you. He’s a monster and he’s been put away. You’re safe. You’re home.” Gabriel let his tears fall into his sister’s hair.

Outside Natalie’s window, something loud cracked. Natalie jolted. “Wh-what was that?”

“Dad,” Gabriel replied. “He’s been... pruning... the orange tree for the last two hours.”

“Is he snapping off the branches with his bare hands?” Natalie sounded confused.

Gabriel shuffled slightly, clearing his throat. “Yeah. He has been. You getting kidnapped made him angrier than I’ve ever seen him. I legitimately thought he might tear down a building on his own if he couldn’t find you.” Gabriel tightened his grip on his sister. “He called Uncle Ash ten minutes ago. They’re gonna go for a run in the woods together, I think. Dad... needs to blow off steam.”

“I know the feeling,” Natalie muttered. “If I hadn’t just gone through three days of Hell, I’d probably be calling Micah to meet me in the clearing.”

“No you wouldn’t,” Gabriel said. “You’re... you’re different, now that you’re the beta, Natty. You’re shouldering the responsibility and handling the stress far better than I did when I held the position. But you’re... you’re not leaning on your friends as much anymore. You’re not... looking for emotional support from them like you used to.” He pushed his fingers through his sister’s tangled hair, slowly unknotting some of it.

Natalie sniffed. “I’m the beta. I can’t... the pack is supposed to be able to lean on me—not the other way around.”

Gabriel squeezed her. “That’s not how this works. You’re still human—even if you do have a wolf lurking just beneath the surface.” He scratched lightly behind her left ear, feeling the way her stiff muscles softened. One thing about wolf shifters that Gabriel had noticed—the wolf was barely beneath the surface. And, at the end of the day, dogs came from wolves. Scratching behind a shifter’s ear was a quick way to make them feel better—and Natalie was so wound up that she was particularly susceptible to the calming touch.

“But—”

“Natalie Jean. You don’t have to suffer alone. Micah, Danny, Evelyn, Lily—they’d all be by your side to help you shoulder the weight you’re carrying. I would too, if you’d let me, you stubborn little snot.”

“Gabe—I’m the pack beta. I’m the pillar of strength the pack looks to. I can’t let the pack—even my friends—see me weak. When Danny decloaked in that warehouse... when he saved me from that damn collar... part of me was angry. At the vampire, yes, but also at myself. For ending up in position where Danny saw me like that. Bruised and battered and half-broken—I never wanted him to... to see that... that I can fail.”

“Why?” Gabriel asked softly.

“Because I never have failed around him. Not in any significant way that matters, anyway. Sure I tried to draw because he liked it and I was bad at it—but he’d never seen me like this. He and Micah are my best friends and they know I’d protect them until my final breath but... but this? I wasn’t strong enough to stop that vampire from taking me captive. I wasn’t enough. And how can a little girl who can’t stop one vampire expect to have a pack of wolves older and stronger than her look to her for leadership and strength?”

Gabriel sighed. “Natalie, this wasn’t you failing. This wasn’t you not being enough. Look at your body—” He pulled out of the hug to indicate her skin. “—this is proof that you’re not weak. Those bruises and scrapes—these scars—they show that you are stronger than what tried to hurt you. That vampire doesn’t get to have that kind of power over you. He was over two-hundred-years-old and you survived him. You’re still here and you’re still you. God—I can’t even imagine what it would have been like if it had been me instead of you.” He shook his head and crushed Natalie back into his arms.

Natalie let more tears fall. Imagining Gabriel—sweet, kind, gentle Gabriel—shackled to that warehouse wall and floor the way she’d been... it broke her heart and made rage boil in her blood at the same time. If Gabriel had been the one to be kidnapped instead of her... that vampire wouldn’t be rotting in a Department cell for the rest of his eternity. He would have hit the ground in pieces.

Crack! Another branch broke outside. Natalie winced again.

Gabriel scooped her up in his arms. “C’mon, brat. Let’s get you downstairs so you can get something to eat and a nice tall glass of water, okay?”

Natalie nodded tiredly.

—

Caelum watched Gabriel carry Natalie out of her room, stealing out after them quietly. So many knots, so many knots, so many knots... the words swirled around his head. The knots in the whole Shaw household were tight right now. Natty and Davey’s worst of all.

And Caelum hadn’t been able to help them for three days. He’d tried—oh goodness, he’d tried—but that vampire had some of ward blocking Caelum from feeling her and being able to track her down. Caelum had been scrambling, trying to help Davey find her. Even Delphinus and Gavin hadn’t come up with any viable solution to find her when he’d reached out to ask for help.

Having her back had been a great relief—but now he had to deal with the aftermath of her capture. All those knots would take weeks to untie. Even then, she might never be the same...

No, Caelum insisted to himself. Natty is stronger than that. She’ll heal and she’ll recover. You just gotta give her some time.

He nodded in determination as he followed Gabriel and Natalie down the stairs.

A familiar aura approached the house.

—

Knock-knock!

Gabriel set Natalie on the sofa and glanced over his shoulder toward the front door. “That’s probably Uncle Ash,” he said. “I’ll get it.” He crossed the living room and opened the door.

“Hey, little man!” Asher greeted. The same greeting he always gave Gabriel, even after Gabriel shot past him and ended up three inches taller than him. “Where’s your dad?”

“Out back. Pruning the orange tree,” Gabriel said. Asher chuckled.

“Figures. How’s the big guy doing?”

Gabriel glanced toward the back of the house as another crack resounded. “Maybe it’s best not to ask questions you already know the answer to,” he said quietly.

Asher sighed. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”

Gabriel opened the front door wider, inviting Asher inside. “C’mon in. You can go talk to him for yourself.”

Asher stepped over the threshold and immediately caught sight of Natalie. “Hey sweet girl,” he said cheerily. “Good to see you up and about.” His amber eyes didn’t miss a single cut or bruise on her skin, but to his credit he tried to make it look like he wasn’t cataloguing her injuries.

Natalie gave him a wave. “Hey Uncle Ash,” she replied.

Asher ruffled her already-messy hair, planted a kiss on the top of her head with a dramatic, “Mwah!” and moved to head to the back of the house. “Let your brother take care of you, kiddo!” he called as he ducked toward the backdoor.

Natalie just grunted. 

Asher laughed. “You sound like your dad!” he announced.

Natalie rolled her eyes as the backdoor opened and shut behind him.

Gabriel sat beside Natalie on the couch. “Natty?”

“Mm?”

“Would you... consider... seeing someone? About this trauma? There are therapists that the Department has...” he trailed off as the look on Natalie’s face turned unreadable. He took a deep breath. “I just... I think it would be good for you.”

“I’ll think about it, Gabe. I promise,” Natalie muttered. “Can... can you help me get up so I can go to the kitchen? I just want some water and a snack.”

“I’ll go get you both. Just stay here where it’s more comfortable.” He got up and left the room.

—

“Baby girl?” I asked quietly, emerging from the office to find Natalie sitting on the couch. God, she looked like a mess. Her long, thick hair was tangled. Her eyes were hooded. Every exposed inch of skin was marred in some way. Seeing my daughter, my baby, look beaten into the ground broke my heart.

She gave me what must have been an attempt at a reassuring smile. But it came across as a grimace. There was still blood on her teeth. “Hi,” she said tiredly.

“Can I sit by you?” I asked.

She nodded. I seated myself beside her, reaching out as though to put a hand on her arm, but I let it fall to my own lap when I saw the scratches and bruises up close. I heard her sigh of disappointment. So I gathered her into a hug against my chest. She’d capped out at 5′4″—more than a foot shorter than her brother—and still felt like my little baby girl when I held her close. Even if her athletic build didn’t leave her as soft and squishy as she’d been as a pudgy little baby.

“How do you feel?” I tried gently.

“Like hell,” she muttered into my chest. “But I’ll be okay. Eventually.”

“I know you will, baby. You’re tough as nails.”

She smiled weakly. “Thanks.”

Gabriel reappeared with a glass of water and a bowl of goldfish crackers. Natalie’s favorite. Her comfort snack since she was a little girl. “Here ya go, brat,” he said.

“Thanks, jerk,” she replied.

At that moment, the backdoor opened and shut again. Ash and Davey appeared in the living room a moment later. “We’re going on a run, angel,” Davey said to me, bending down to kiss me. I accepted the kiss gratefully. As he pulled away, he popped another one on Natalie’s hair. “Get some more rest, baby girl.” His voice was soft. “We’ll be back later.”

“Bye Dad,” Gabriel and Natalie chorused in sync—in almost the exact same intonation.

Davey smiled at me, then Gabriel, then the top of Natalie’s head where she was still snuggled up against me, and looked to Ash. “Let’s go.”

Asher nodded and they ducked out the front door.

I rocked Natalie back and forth. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. I promise.”

She sniffed. “I know,” she muttered. “Thank you. I’m... glad... to be home.”

“And we’re happy you’re back, baby girl,” I replied.

[the-passenger-if]

A prompt for the angst but!! How would the ros deal/treat/react to a newman that had frequent panic attacks? (If your comfortable answering, and no ones asked before) I imagine since the whole reason we're on earth is because we're trying to hide from this eldritch diety who wants to inhale us whole, and to top it all off newman doesnt even have enough energy to leave. That would cause any being an extreme of stress and anxiety. Especially after Tzr'nekre actually finally locates us

combining it with

if its not too spoilery, how would the ROs react to the MC waking up from a nightmare (say, one in which the RO got possessed by tzr'nekre?) and MC just clings to them, crying, after waking up, and refusing to explain but its obvious they had a terrible nightmare?

This isn’t what Fiama imagined when she was awaken by Newman’s warm face pressing against her breasts, ragged breathing and all. She wants to grab a hold of their head, hold them there, but as her hand brushes their cheek, she finds it damp. Maybe with sweat, maybe with tears.

“Baby?” she asks in a hushed whisper. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

The only reply she gets is a stuttering intake of breath. And then her partner’s arms are sneaking around her—one under her neck, the other around her waist—and Newman is squeezing her tight.

Fiama is strong, she has always been. Her mother once told her—not in kind terms—that she truly took after her father’s sisters; their arms, made to keep children from ripping one another’s eyes out, their legs to carry drunken husbands back home. Now, trapped in Newman’s strong embrace, she feels like the type of dainty, unobtrusive creature her mom wished she had grown into.

She takes a deep breath—as deep as she's able to within her lover’s tight grip—and tries again. “Babe… you’re… crushing me.”

The hold eases up an instant later, but Newman doesn’t let go. They bury their wet face in Fiama’s neck, still silent. It’s alarming to say the least, but she keeps her voice calm. “Are you hurting?” Newman shakes their head. “Are you sad?” She hugs them, feels them shaking in her arms—Newman doesn’t shake like this. “Are you scared?” She didn’t want to sound so flabbergasted (so ‘judgy’ her mother would say) but she can’t help it.

Once again, Newman doesn’t answer, but they do bury their face deeper into Fiama. It takes her by surprise; they have always seemed so unaffected by everything…

She hugs them tight and says the only thing she can think of, “I’m here, babe. And I’ll always be. I don’t know what or who is making you feel like this, but you aren’t alone. I’m with you.” She kisses the top of their head, murmuring every promise she knows she can keep.

A few minutes later, Newman is fast asleep again.

---

Sleeping next to another person in a bed that wasn’t made to be shared by two adults is uncomfortable, but it was late and Newman hadn’t brought their bike, ignoring that Joaquin’s car was at the shop, and Lucia had taken hers that night.

It’s ok, Jonny thinks to himself while he stares at the ceiling, we’ll just wait until my folks leave for work tomorrow. It doesn’t have to get awkward for anyone.

When was the last time he’d shared a bed? Probably when he was around twelve and Quino got scared by a storm and woke him up in the middle of the night, cold hands slipping under the sheets and touching the back of his neck. Dumbass always did the same thing, no matter how many times Jonny punched him to dissuade him. Of course Jonny could never stay mad at his twin for long, and they would share the bed in the end—Jonny grousing about Quino’s cold hands and Quino whining about Jonny hogging the covers.

As if invoking his brother, he feels hands around his neck now; cold, sweaty hands. Even though they don't belong to Quino, the way they’re clinging to him is pretty reminiscent of the way his twin used to squeeze him whenever lightning stroke too close.

“Are you ok?” he asks stupidly. Of course they aren’t; Newman is scared. “What is it?” he tries again, but Newman says nothing, they only keep tightening their grasp around Jonny. He takes their hands and tries to free himself. “Newman, you’re going to choke me.”

Slowly, those cold fingers loosen, giving him a chance to sit up.

“Don’t go!”

“Hush,” Jonny hisses. “Damn it, Newman. Remember we aren’t alone.” He takes the hand that is now gripping the front of his shirt and tries to hold it, but Newman doesn’t budge. “Please,” he whispers.

“Don’t go,” it’s the barely audible plea he gets as a reply.

“I won’t,” he assures them. After another second, Newman lets go, and Jonny takes the hand and gently rubs it between his. “Come here,” he whispers, and Newman doesn’t need to be told twice. They get between his legs and rest on their side and against Jonny’s chest. Jonny takes the covers and pulls them over both of them, and there, with an arm around Newman’s shoulder, he can feel their muscles begin to slowly relax.

---

Roach didn’t usually do this; lying down in bed while their conquests sleep. They had realized that there was so much one could do to pass the time, and watching people drooling was amusing just the first dozen times.

They turn another page of the magazine they stole from that gas station three towns over, the one with the old, balding clerk that had given Roach the evil eye from the moment they dared to set a foot in his territory.

The light is off but that’s ok because Roach doesn’t need it to read, the same way they don’t need it to sneak glances at Newman’s sleeping form. It’s something they do, they tell themself, to pass the time, and not because Newman’s face is nice to look at or anything like that. They aren’t expecting to find their companion awake the next time they look their way, least of all with a terrified look set on their face.

Roach opens their mouth to ask what’s going on, but the words die out as they are wrapped in a tight embrace. The fact that they were so distracted by Newman’s expression that their reflexes vanished for a hot minute, says something. Something Roach doesn’t want to acknowledge right now, so they don’t. Instead, they let their body go limp in Newman’s arms, let them squeeze and squash until they seem to come out of their trance.

“R-Roach?”

“Yes?” they ask in return.

“Are you… ok?”

Roach wriggles to put some distance between Newman and them—as much as their companion’s steel grip allows, anyway—and runs a hand over Newman’s face, wiping off the sweat. “Just a couple broken ribs,” they say, “I’ll live. What about you? What had you panicking like this?”

Newman retracts from those words like a shy snail. It really takes Roach by surprise. They can’t think of many things that might scare Newman, which at least makes the list of suspects quite short.

“Hey,” they whisper in a way that they hope sounds both unaffected and reassuring, “I would know, remember? There’s only you and me here, no third roommate. You can relax.”

Their words, true as they are, do very little to calm Newman down, so Roach sighs and nuzzles against their jaw. “Squeeze away then,” they mutter and kiss Newman’s skin. “I’ll be the prettiest stress ball you’ll ever have.”

---

It isn’t a gentle awakening. Horizon’s muddled thoughts crash into one another as the Domini unsuccessfully tries to slip away from the tight embrace they are being subjected to. What’s going on? their mind asks, half asleep, half panicking.

Memories from last night come back to them as if slogging through a swamp; they remember having dinner with Newman, chatting and somehow ending up in bed together. They remember the tenderness of the moment, the way they felt like they could melt as Newman and they cuddled together...

Horizon strains their neck trying to look over their shoulder, but even with the rays of moonlight seeping through the window, the only thing they have an eyeful of it’s their own dark curls. Newman’s chest is pressed against Horizon’s back and now that the Domini is fully awake, they can feel the other’s racing heartbeat. It scares Horizon, it makes them want to ask what’s going on, what happened to Newman, what, what, what…

They fight those urges. They take a deep breath, find one of Newman’s hands and softly cover it with theirs. “You are in my cabin,” they whisper, “you are in ranch 48, in Luna Ridge. We had diner and I asked you to spend the night. Remember that?”

There’s a long pause, then Horizon feels them nodding against their back. A couple seconds later the iron grip eases up. It gives the Domini a chance to turn around, and very gently press their forehead against Newman’s damp one. “Deep breaths,” they whisper and then are doing just that, hoping Newman will follow their example. An instant later, they are.

Feeling Newman’s muscles relax as they get their breathing under control brings a smile to the Domini’s face.

[lovinkiri]

I totally want some rough, angry, BDSM NSFW with Quirkless hero Reader and Villain Deku, please! Maybe they’re arguing about S/O’s safety, like the more she helps people and becomes more famous due to being Quirkless, the more danger she encounters. This eventually escalates to a lot of stress and anger being taken out in the NSFW form, though I would like it if you made dom Deku for this one! I totally live for Dom Deku! Especially the villain flirty version!

Need It Rough

Author's Thoughts: You guys love your villain Deku 👀 Not that I'm complaining, I do too

Warning: Choking, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Degradation, Cursing, Angst, Wrist Binds, Fingering, Etc.

You really didn't want to argue. It'd been a long day, for the both of you, and you just wanted peace.

But Izuku had too much on his mind to keep yo himself.

At first, he simply asked how work was. There was a certain edge to his tone and you knew this would start something, so you answered stiffled with a "It was okay".

"I saw you on the news today. That fight was really something."

"Yeah, it was, huh."

Izuku could tell from your short responses that you knew exactly what the problem was. So why dance around it?

"It was also really reckless, you know."

You sighed and let your head fall back against the pillow. There it was. "Oh my god, not now Izuku."

"Not now, not now, not now. You always say that, Y/n. So when? Tomorrow? The day after? A year, maybe ten?" He turned to look at you from his desk. "You need to be more careful."

Scoffing, you sat up again and gave him a mild glare. "I know what I'm doing, Izuku."

He gave a dry laugh, shaking his head. "You have no idea. Its getting more and more dangerous every day. There are a lot of people who'd love to see the 'Impossible Hero: Quirkless' fall. They've already tried taking you out, and the won't stop."

"Well what do you want me to do? Quit?"

"No! Just lay low for a while, take a vacation or something. Its not worth it."

"Izuku you know as well as I do that I can't just slow down. I'd be behind everyone again, I have to secure a spot in people's hearts and minds. I have to earn their trust. Stopping won't do that."

The argument only grew from there before moving onto something unusual more intimate.

Maybe it was how close Izuku had approached you. It could have been that defiant look in your eyes.

But the frustration became too much. Both you and Izuku seemed to have the same thing in mind, and so you didn't mind him suddenly crawling over your glaring form.

<3 <3 <3 <3

"Why do you have to be do fucking difficult, Y/n?"

His hand roughly roughly smacked against your dripping pussy. You cried out in pleasure, tears of frustration from being teased like this fell onto the mattress under your chin.

"I swear, you can be such a goddamn brat. Don't listen to a thing, do you?" Another smack against your clit had your body twitching. "I said do you?" Then another.

You quickly shook your head. "No..! But I don't have t-to.. I'm grown.."

Izuku tilted his head at you almost curiously. "Oh? Well, yeah, 'course you are." He slid his other hand from your rear to your leather binds holding your hands behind your back, stroking them. "A grown woman. You can do what you like."

You suddered under his touch, his hands old as ice. His hands moved to continued up north, tangling in your hair before giving it a yank.

His free hand meanwhile began toying with your cunt, pumping his fingers in and out of your desperate core. His fingers curled with every squeeze of your walls and you began to whimper.

He'd gave an audible scoff. "God, you're so independent aren't you?"

You simply gave a nod, hands balling into fists.

Then his movements ceased all together. You started to squirm, to whine. Attempting to move back against his fingers, he watched your hips wiggle in desperation.

"No, no.." He removed his fingers and you held back a sob. "Well, Miss Know-It-All. Miss Independent. Get yourself off."

You didn't even try. There was only so much you could do with bound wrists and your chin against the sheets.

"Oh? Are you kidding me? There's something in this world even the great Y/n can't do herself?" He feigned shock and you could feel the humiliation weighing you on. "Do you need me?"

It was hard to swallow your pride, you had so much of it. But you needed him, badly. You were practically shaking with want, squirming with it.

"Yes.. Need you.." You muttered weakly. Izuku gave your hair a yank, causing you to squeal.

"Yeah? You gonna be a good girl and start listening?"

You remained silence, refusing to say that. You knew his words had a double meaning behind them, and you weren't agreeing to anything outside the bedroom.

Izuku shook his head but nonetheless, you felt the tip of his hard cock sink into your folds. "Fine. Wanna be a disobedient slut instead? We can play that game."

His hips snapped against yours and you cried out as he filled you up.

Izuku used your hair to yank your body back into his thrusts, his skin slapping against your hard enough to mark your skin the next day.

"You like that game though, right? That game where you stop being my good girl, when you're just a relentless, naive little hero. Can't get enough of it, can you?"

Your breathe hitched in your throat at his words and you quickly buried you face into the mattress yo muffle the noises falling from your lips.

He noticed immediately and the hand gripping your hair snaked around your neck. Easily, he lifted your upper body by the throat and whined at the loss of air. Your back fell against his chest and his thrusts remained fast and brutal.

"Ehat, now you're just ignoring me? I gave you exactly what you wanted despite your disobedience and you can't answer a single question? Ha! Selfish little whore, aren't you?" He growled into your ear, almost animal like.

It was going to be a long night. But what better way to vent out your frustrations?

[georgiapeach30513]

wait wait wait so do the grand baby’s parents tell them about jumping on the bed or do their grandparents tell them about it when they’re babysitting and wanting some time together lmao?

Oh this is going to be an ONGOING thing! The kids will carry the whole jumping on the bed to their kids. Because, lets be honest it's hilarious and cute. Plus it's an inside joke with their family.

Can I Jump on the Bed, Too?

Summary: Pool party for the Drysdale offsprings

Pairings: The Drysdale's

Rating: mild

Warnings: Mentions of jumping on the bed, mentions of piercings, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 884

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The ever growing Drysdale clan sit out beside the pool, you talking to Blade's fiancé, while his large tattooed hands hold tightly to his baby. Squishing her face and she just gives the biggest giggles up to her daddy. Ransom is never too far away from his newest granddaughter, but his face also beams at your only son. You had wondered if that boy would ever settle down, and for once, you approved of the girl.

Iris stands close to James, manning the grill, randomly giving the other a tight squeeze to the others asses. Aster and her second husband, far superior in every way, play in the pool with all the kiddos. Story gazes at her husband gripping tightly onto their two youngest sons, and her hands rub along the next growing son inside of her. "Another boy, huh?" Blade chuckles giving her elbow a little tap with his foot.

"Oh hush. We'll have no problem trying for a girl again, will we handsome?" she yells over at Carter, and he just smirks at her, giving his sons a little kiss. Story's oldest boy stands behind his favorite uncle Blade staring down at the baby.

"That’s my baby Bwade?"

"Yes, buddy. But we're sharing her okay? This is my baby, too," Otto pouts up at Blade, giving him a playful growl, but when Blade reaches out to tickle him, he breaks his angry face.

"Fine. I’ww be Wo's baby."

"But I'm Lo's baby!" Blade juts his lip out to his fiancé, and its Story that kicks at her brother.

"You're arguing with a ten year old. Stop it. And please could you quit squishing that sweet girls face?"

"She loves it though! Listen at her giggle."

Story watches her brother, and how enthralled he is with the little baby, "I can't believe that someone talked you into having a baby. And it was all planned," she gets another playful kick. "Hey, I'm just saying. How old are you mister? Forty-five?"

"I'm thirty-three. And just so we're clear, Lo is the only one I've ever hit it raw with. Thank goodness. Could you imagine me having a kid with the donut?" Story retches, and even Ransom grimaces. "What? If I have to hear about your knight in shining armor having a big dick, from your SON, you're going to hear about me not wrapping it before I tap it."

"Woah! Way out of line. Story, have you learned nothing from me and your mother? We don't just talk about that."

"We weren't even jumping on the bed. I was sitting on the counter, and felt a little poke, and I giggled," Story's voice rolls with laughter.

"This is so wrong. Hand me the squishy girl, Blade," Ransom pulls at his granddaughter. His own hands squishing over her cheeks, like those chubby cheeks are his own stress ball.

"No! Mom, that's not what happened. You cawed daddy a big penis because he said something siwwy. And then he put me to bed so you can jump on da bed," Story’s face falls when you realize which time Otto was referring to.

"That's even worse buddy. How about you go check on Lo and Mimi, this conversation is getting weirder. Oh great, look who's getting out of the pool now," sure enough, Carter emerges from the pool, handing off Brooks to her, and she kisses around his hair.

"You wanna babysit?" he winks at Blade. "Kidding, honestly," throwing up a hand in surrender, before leaning to give Story a kiss.

"You and Lucy are way too open with your jumping on the bed."

"Well, at least we don't live with mom and dad. Little Lucifer says she's never leaving the estate."

"That's why your mother and I are building them a cottage. Far away."

Blade laughs, "You tired of hearing about Lucy's big cocked boyfriend?" Ransom swats at his arm, and Blade rubs along the spot. "Still got it, dad. Ouch."

"Now that, is a fine man," Blade's face turns up in disgust, and even Carter looks at her shocked. "Don't get me wrong Baizen, I love your clean bare skin, but him with those tattoos and piercings."

"You're sick. You're married," Blade looks over at Lo talking to his mom, but even their attention is going to their conversation.

"What? You haven't checked that man out? Blade, he's taller and thicker than you. Mom checks him out."

Blade's head turns quickly to look at you, and you nod your head, "Lo, doesn't."

"I do babe," he grabs his chest, pretending to faint. "I mean, that lip piercing and nipples, you know that man has more pierced."

Lucy walking in leans over her brother, "He does," Blade groans loudly. "Me too," giving him a wink, his fingers go in his ears growling out a lalalalalala.

"Luciana Violet Drysdale! That was uncalled for. To your room immediately. You may be grown, but you live here, my house, my rules," Ransom points a finger back to the house, and Lucy shrugs walking back.

"Dad," Ransom turns to look at Blade, "Not to call out your punishment, but, Chris isn't out here. He's in the estate. You just sent her to her room. Wonder what they're going to do to pass the time."

"Jump on the bed?" Everyone stares at the little Otto who's big blue eyes shine between the family. "I'm wight, huh? Can I go jump on the bed too?"

"NO!" everyone shouts at him.

"You guys are too sensitibe."

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