#like what the FUCK was that flutter in my tummy oh hell no

[hitachiincest]

ageswap adashu where yu calls adachi a good boy for trying his hardest at his schoolwork all the time (though he soon follows up w "but remember to still be a kid, adachi-kun", much to adachi's chagrin) & adachi is immediately conflicted at the warm funny feeling he has at yu's words.

[rafesangelita]

thinking of kook! sweetheart! reader and rafe simply making out after an ice cream date. she's on top of him, laying on the bed. no one is home. she's in a cute little white dress, a bow in her hair, and rafe is sliding his hands up and down the backs of her thighs, squeezing her ass under her dress as they take turns sucking on each other’s tongues... sigh🎀

warnings: heavy make out session, groping, slight teasing, super sweet fluff

a/n: this ask had me going crazyyyy. ty anon for this lovely prompt <3

“you taste just like strawberry icecream.” smiling against rafe’s lips, you moaned softly when you felt his hands slip underneath your dress. “i can’t be loud, rafe..” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. he laughed before squeezing your flesh, hard. “ow!” you yelped, your eyes wide as he shook his head. “no one’s here, baby. you can be as loud as you want.” he rubbed his hands over the sore skin, his large palms running up and down your thighs.

taking his lips in a heated kiss, your fists balled up his shirt as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, the sweet taste of vanilla making your eyes flutter closed. you sucked on the muscle, making rafe groan. he was so, so hard, his erection poking at your tummy as he threaded his fingers through your hair. you loved the feeling of his hands on you. the groping, the squeezing, the way he knew exactly where to touch you in order to make you melt.

he pulled away for a moment, admiring your features as he traced the cupid’s bow of your now swollen lips. “how are you so fucking pretty?” despite both of you dry humping and sucking on each other’s tongues, you couldn’t help your cheeks from flushing at his compliment, a shy smile gracing your face. “rafe..” you pouted, “i’m serious! everytime i look at you i’m like; ‘holy shit my girlfriend is literally perfect.’” hiding your face in his chest, he laughed as he embraced you.

“with your cute little white dress and this bow in your hair. people probably wonder what the hell you see in me.” you slapped his arm playfully. “oh, be quiet. no one is asking themselves that.” you traced the underside of his jaw, both of you gazing at one another. “i do.” you bit your lip. “why?” you asked him. “i feel like i’m not worthy sometimes,” he shrugged, “you’re so sweet and kind and gentle, and then there’s me.” he laughed.

“..yeah, and then there’s you.” you sighed dreamily, bringing a smile to your boyfriend’s lips.

[st4rymoon]

can i request steven having a thing for making the reader squirt 🙋

love ur writing and u made my request genuinely come to life.

Ahhh ty!!! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙊 ty for the support on my stories and the requests <33 we yearn for Steven Grant..

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖+

✶ 𝘏𝘺𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥

• 18+, smut, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex, insinuation of a breeding kink, pet names, p in g, soft dom Steven

You were extra needy today, pawing and begging Steven for some attention as he flipped through the pages of his book.

So it didn’t come to a surprise when both of you ended up on the floor, your back pressed against the carpet as Steven fucked some manners into you. He was bullying his length into your tight cunt, not caring much about how many times he’d feel you squeeze and pulse around his cock.

He loved when you go like this, he always knew it probably meant you were ovulating by the way you were so eager to fuck him at any given chance. He loved knowing you were nice and ready for him to pump you full of his seed, he’d be more than happy to be the father of your children.

You’d already had 2 orgasm pulled out of you and Steven was just getting ready. He ate you out like a goddamn madman and fucked his thick fingers into your messy cunt twice.

Overstimulated by the orgasms it wasn’t a surprise that you came so quickly as Steven messily fucked you onto the floor with his thumb on your clit, soft circles rubbing against your overstimulated bud.

“This what you wanted yeah? Beggin’ me to fuck you while I was busy reading my book. But it isn’t your fault isn’t it lovie? After all I love spoiling my beautiful girl so much that she’s grown accustom to having her way” Steven cooed as his hands admired every inch of you.

You were crying from the overbearing pleasure, the constant knocking on your g-spot had you completely dumb. Steven smiled as he noticed your eyes widen, your hand flew to his abdomen as something felt a little different.

There was an unfamiliar tingling sensation inside your tummy, your legs shook in response as Steven purred out how good you felt. “All nice and wet love, feels’ so goooddd” he moaned with an angle to his hips.

You let out the filthiest moan as Steven hit the right spot continuously “st- oh m- oh my!” You were crying Steven’s name out as a clear liquid squirt onto his abdomen.

An obscene moan spilled out of Steven’s lips as he felt your pussy fluttering around his cock, the messy scene under him making his jaw go slack. You were shivering under him, your heels digging into the carpet as your nails dug into his bicep. “G- bloody hell” Steven gasped as he bucked his hips one last time. The mere sight of you making a complete mess on his cock had him releasing inside you.

The pornographic sounds coming from between you making it a scene straight out of a movie. Steven held you still as he pumped you full of his cum, his hips hauled onto the back of your thighs just to make sure none of it went to waste.

“D- did you just squirt?” Steven dumbly panted as he analyzed the mess between your thighs. You caught your breath as you held onto Steven’s arms for a few seconds “I’m sorry” you apologized in embarrassment “Love no no don’t apologize… can you do it again?”

[ryder-writes]

A Special Surprise- Dilf!Kirishima x GN!Reader

A/n: First time writing smut lol

CW: Daddy kink, praise kink, reader revives oral, can be read as amab or afab, MDNI

WC: 1k

"Eijiro~ where are you baby?"

"'m in here, angel."

You make your way to your husband's office where he was working. You had decided to surprise him for once instead of him surprising you. You knock on the door before walking in, closing it behind you. Eijiro turns around in his chair to face you.

"Hell- oh, what do we have here, hm?"

Red eyes raked up and down your body. You had made sure to wear red, his favorite color. You knew it turned him on whenever you wore it.

"You like it? I picked it out special for tonight."

Eijiro paused, eyes widening.

"What's tonight? I didn't miss a date did I?"

"No, baby." You make your way over to him and sit on his lap. "I just wanted to surprise you. You've been working so hard lately." You give him a quick kiss. "It's the least I could do with everything you do for me."

"I could say the same for you, angel." He says as he grabs your hand and places soft kisses to it, making your heart flutter.

"Anyways," You change the subject before he notices the blush growing on your cheeks (he notices anyway). "I got us reservations at that new steakhouse you wanted to try." His face held a look of astonishment.

"How?! I heard from Tetsu that it was really hard to get one."

"I have my ways." You smirk while kissing his nose.

"Alright, I won't ask." He chuckled."I'm almost done with work, give me twenty minutes to finish up here and we'll go after I change."

"But you look so hot right now." You argue, causing him to chuckle.

"I can't go out just wearing sweatpants, even if you enjoy it. Maybe a little too much." Looking down, he saw you transfixed with rubbing and squishing his tummy.

"Huh?"

He laughed at your response.

"Exactly." He gently pat your thigh, signaling for you to get off, waiting for you to so so before turning back around to his desk. Starting to write, he grumbled: "These stupid reports. Keep'n me from going on a date with my fucking partner." You chuckle, giving him a kiss on the cheek before turning around and leaving the room.

-

After what felt like hours (it was actually 30 minutes; you were just impaitent), your husband stepped out into the living room. He was wearing a maroon button up with black dress pants, and a gold necklace with a symbol of your quirk on it (or something that represents you if you're quirkless).

"Damn, how do you get sexier every time I see you?" You smirk, standing up to kiss him. He grabs your hips and kisses you slowly, forcing you to melt into his touch.

"I think it's my inresistable charm." He quips, breaking the kiss. "Now, we should get going." He holds out his arm for you, which you take. Walking toward the front door, he grabs your bag and his keys.

Once at the car, he opens the passenger door for you, closing it once you're inside. During the drive his hand is on your thigh, rubbing back and forth.

-

"Yes, that will be all, thank you." The waiter nods their head in response before walking away. A comfortable silence surrounds you both. You reach across the table, resting your hand on top of his. Eijiro opens his fingers, allowing you to interlace them together.

"I can't wait to get home. I'm gonna make you feel so good, angel." The last part is only a whisper; a secret between you two.

"Eijiro! We're in public." You whisper-yell.

He holds his hand (the one that isn't holding yours) up in mock surrender.

"I'm sorry darling, you just look so..." He thinks for a second. "...divine."

"Divine?"

"Mhm. You are truly the most beautiful and irresistible person I've ever laid my eyes on."

"Aw, baby... That's so sweet." You lean across the table, and he does the same, meeting together for a kiss.

- "Mhmm fuck Eijiro~ Ah!" You felt a harsh slap to your ass.

"No cursing."

"M'sorry daddy." You push your ass toward him, trying to get him to touch you again.

"Hm? You like when I slap your ass baby?" He teases.

"I like when you touch me. Please touch me! I'll be good, I promise!"

"Oh, so desperate for me. Don't worry, daddy'll make you feel good." He leans forward and kisses between your shoulders, moving down until he comes face-to-face with your hole. "So pretty..." He mumbles. Blush spreads across your face- he always manages to make you flustered during these intimate moments. Suddenly, you feel something warm and wet. Eijiro smirks, flicking his tongue at your entrance. You whimper, rolling your hips toward him.

"Mm, love your nosies sweetheart." You whimper again. "Like it when I praise you, huh?" He chuckles. "You deserve it baby."

"Deeper, please." Eijiro doesn't respond, instead shoving his tongue inside of you. Your mouth falls open uncontrollably, causing whines and moans to escape your mouth. "Daddy.... yes... feels so good..." His head is pulled forward by a tight grip on his hair. He moans, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. "More~." Another slap to your ass.

"Be polite."

It was a command.

"More, please!" Oh how desperate you sounded. And oh how he loved that. A finger made it's way into you, causing your eyes to roll back. He knew how to stroke your walls just right with his thick fingers. He was also rutting against the bed; eating you out gave him immense pleasure. Continuing his ministrations, you draw closer and closer to your release. That familiar heat becoming unbearable. "Daddy can I cum? I've been so good, please daddy!" You beg.

"You did get me that delicious dinner..." Eijiro's hands tighten their grip on your thighs, brining you closer. "You can cum, baby. Be good and cum for daddy." That was all you needed, as the thread snapped and you released into his mouth. He licked it all up, slurping sounds leaving his lips every couple seconds. Eijiro eventually comes up from between your legs, a dazed smirk on his face.

"You're way more delicious."

A/n Pt.2: Hope you enjoyed! I kinda hate it actually but whatever lol. Feel free to look at my Masterlist with more Dilf Kirishima content! And, if you want to request your own dilf fic, here are my rules for requesting!

[todoroklee]

Just laugh dammit!

Ler!bakugo and lee!todoroki

Summary: todoroki never laughs or even smiles and bakugo what's to know why, and try to make him laugh himself.

SFW, NSFW DNI

It was a normal day in the UA dorms, izuku and iida watching TV in the common room, some of the girls were at the pool and todoroki was sat in his room doing homework.

It wasn't until later when things started to take a turn for todoroki, at around 7pm he went down to the common room to join deku and iida watching TV. They were watching some comedy show and laughing there asses off, he sat down next to them and just watched.

"How do you guys find this funny?" He questioned genuinely.

"Uhum I dohont know I juhust doho?" Deku answered, still goggling.

Todoroki shrugged and continued watching, as iida and izuku continued laughing like maniacs bakugo walked out of his room to see what all the commotion was.

"What the hell are speedy and the nerd laughing about?!"

"Just some show, find out for yourself"

"Don't gotta be so rude iceyhot!" Bakugo groaned, but he did take a look at what they were watching and if he was being honest it was hilarious. A few of the moments got him giggling and that says something, but why wasn't iceyhot laughing or even smiling?

Before he could ask, todoroki was gone. Bakugo assumed he was in his dorm so he made his way over there.

Todoroki heard a bang on the door, as he got up to grab it the door had been booted open. He sighed.

"Bakugo."

"Icyhot"

"What do you want?"

"Just a question" he said with a smirk.

"What?"

"Why weren't you laughing or even smiling at the show tenya and the nerd were watching in there?"

"It just wasn't funny," he shrugged as if it was nothing, but bakugo wasn't done.

"Why don't you laugh, or even smile- yknow I've never seen you smile!"

"Mabye you don't deserve to, also did you just interrupt yo-"

"What do you mean I don't deserve t-"

"Don't interrupt me-"

"Like hell I'll listen to you!"

"Just shut up"

"What did you say?"

"You heard me"

'Oh, he is in for it now,' bakugo thought to himself as he charged towards the half n half gentleman. Todoroki landed on the bed with bakugo straddling his thighs.

"Dude, what the hell?!"

"Oh shut up" bakugo growled back as he tried to hit todoroki but he instead managed to brush his hand against the hot and cold heros side exerting a squeak from the older.

"No fucking way"

"Baku-"

"THE TODOROKI IS TICKLISH?!"

"Bakug-"

"HA HA, This is CRAZY!"

"Bakugo!"

"What?!"

"Don't say a wo-"

"What you gonna do? Your at my mercy"

"What are you gonna do hm ?"

"Simple, this!" With that bakugo started digging roughly into todorokis sides, causing the older to somewhat lurch forward.

He shoved a hand over his mouth as he tried to fight back bakugo but he was weaker due to the tickles.

"Bak- bakugo!"

"Yeah icyhot!?" He wiggled his fingers into todoroki's tummy hoping to mabye get him weak enough to pin his hands.

The hot n cold hero squeaked as he pushed himself backwards to try to get away from the tickly fingers of his explosive friend, this just gave bakugo the perfect opportunity to jump into action.

Bakugo grabbed one of his hands and kept it above his head whilst keeping up with the lighter tickles on his belly.

"Cmon icy-spicy show me that smile!"

Bakugo used his free hand to pull at shoto's arm but it wouldn't budge from his mouth.

"Cmon you icyhot bastard!" He wasn't doing much damage to his strength as he was clearly shown so he thought of the next logical option!

Bakugo dug three fingers into the hot n cold boys hollows, vibrating his fingers as he did so causing shoto to push his arms down to his sides showing off his smile.

Bakugo took one look and was caught, wow. He quickly was pulled out of this little moment when he heard a giggle slip from none other than shoto himself.

"No way! I didn't think such a serious guy could ever giggle! Awh that's adorable" bakugo teased relentlessly as he watched shoto try to hide his face.

"Nuh uh uh~" he fluttered his fingers against the now open side of his neck, causing todoroki to straighten his head.

"Stohop bahakugoho!-"

"Hmm I don't think so, your too adorable like this!"

"I'm nohot adohorable!"

"Oh yes you are~"

He wiggled his fingers against the hot n cold heroes tummy, "cmon icyhot, give me a laugh!"

Todoroki squealed, sucking his stomach in once again.

"Bahakuhogo! Stohop ihit"

"Oh no, I can't stop now!"

He began spidering his fingers all over the half n half heroes tummy, digging in and vibrating his fingers above his navel.

"ShiHIHIT BAHAUGOHO!"

"Oh? Swearing now? Watch your language icyhot~"

"STOHOP THIHIS!"

"So you don't like spiders huh, well what about raspberries?"

Bakugo smirked as he saw todorokis eyes widened, he stopped the tickles for a minute.

"Wahait bahakuho- plehease"

"Please...tickle you more?"

As he said that he began rolling up shoto's t-shirt, running his fingers over the bare skin.

"Noho bahakugoho!"

"Wow, your very ticklish icyhot~ is it something to do with your quirk or are you just that cute and sensitive all by yourself?"

"Shuhut uhup!"

"What, don't you like the word tickle? Well your gonna hate this then"

As he said that he shot his face down to plant raspberries all along the icyhot heroes tummy.

"Does this tickle shoto?"

He mumbled, sending tickly vibrations more throughout his stomach.

"SHUHUT UHUP BAHAKUGOHO!" He pushed bakugos head lightly as he threw his head back with loud, squeaky cackles.

"Your laugh is adorable icyhot, mabye I should do this more often?" He said teasingly, smirking as he lifted his head. Dipping a finger into shotos belly button and wiggling a finger.

"ShiHIHIT STOHOP!"

"But your so adorable~"

He put his mouth towards shoto's ear, "tktktktk~ does it tickle shoto, huh?"

"STOHOP TEHEASING, IHI CAHANT!"

After a few more seconds he stopped, getting off the half n half hero and sitting back on his bed.

Todoroki curled in on himself and was left in a pile of giggles, bakugo awwed internally as he looked towards shoto with a smile.

Shoto took a deep breathe and sat up next to bakugo.

"Thank you for that..." He said softly

"Don't get used to it icyhot," he said trying to sound angry as usual but failing, "Your welcome." He muttered under his breathe.

"But you know bakugo, I'm quite a big fan of revenge..." he turned towards bakugo with a devious smirk.

"Wait icyhot, you don't need to-" But he was cut off as shoto began clawing at his ribs.

"ShIHIHIT ICYHOHOT!"

Todoroki smiled, mabye smiling wasn't such a bad thing after all...

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AU: I haven't written in ages so apologies if it's bad, :)

[bllk-after-dark]

wet an‘ ready for me.

pairing. shidou ryusei x fem!reader

content warnings. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, nsfw, clubbing, grinding, exhibitionism

“Let me do unholy things to you,” he whispers close to your ear, his breath that fans over your neck making you shudder. “Unholy but oh so good things…” He murmurs, lips now touching your hot skin and you lean closer. Closer than you already are, grinding on the stranger in the club, light flashing across the room, the heavy bass shaking the ground.

A gasp escapes your lips when he nibbles on your ear, and then licks a small part on your neck, only to latch his own lips on your skin. With a moan, you throw your head back, closing your eyes and enjoying the way he touches you. Eager, greedy, hungry. You sway your hips and reach back with one arm, latching your hand into his hair.

“Fuckin’ hell, darling. If you continue like this, I will take you right here.” His voice is raspy and it makes your pussy flutter. God, what would you give for this man to take you, without any remorse, in the middle of dancing people, where anyone could see you.

His hands begin to wander, kneading your muscles and riding up your skirt. It’s dangerous, but it’s exactly what you want.

“What- oh, Shidou,” you moan, when his other hand squeezes your tit, only to pull on your nipple right through your shirt. But it isn’t enough, and you guide his hand down to your tummy, where he lifts the shirt and splays his hand across your stomach.

“That’s it, angel, moan for me,” he chuckles and bites down, making you once again shudder in his arms. Why is he so- why does Shidou Ryusei know how your body and mind works, what makes you whimper and moan, what makes your cunt so fucking wet in nothing but a few minutes?

“Goin’ to take you home with me and make you cry on my cock, I fuckin’ promise you that,” and then, like a fucking sadist, the hand on your thigh suddenly cups your pussy and he presses his thumb on your clit. He presses hard and drags his thumb slowly down, until he can feel the wet patch on your panties.

“So wet an’ ready for me… darling, I’m going to ravish you.”

Shidou Ryusei is a man of his promise, and he definitely held his many promises that night.

anne. send me to horny jail at this point ;-; my corruption kink is showing and i don’t like it

[immoralimmortals]

A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 2: Tomcat Disposables

Chapter 1 ☆ Next chapter

Summary of chapter: The traveler commits the sin of being too small but still taking up space. She has three secrets locked in glass, see-through and fragile if someone bothers to look.

Please regard the notes and warnings of chapter 1 if you have not read it already. The song for this chapter is Tomcat Disposables by Will Wood as both breaks and in-universe, lyrics not entirely complete or in order.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Is there cheese in the great beyond?

Rinds of Parmesan

Wine to water, night from dawn

Life gets shorter, teeth grow long

Mind me not, and I'll

Mind my own, and my mind's

Not one bite smaller or lesser than yours

Do I belong in right and wrong?

Nature, I guess

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

They’re hard to keep up with, she finds out pretty fast. Stomach twisting itself into knots isn’t helping either, and she isn’t sure if she likes or hates that she’s been starving past the point of tummy growls since it means they won’t know. Point is, the traveler is pretty sure the masked guy doesn’t care and the priest is maliciously oblivious. Always a yard or two behind them, grateful she at least has her boots for the roots and rocks underfoot for going wherever the hell they were already meant to, with or without her. “Hidan” only looks back to harass her into agreeing with...whatever he’s chiding “Kakuzu” about. Frankly, it’s mostly going over her head.

She isn’t excited to find out if he’s the pop quiz type.

Kakuzu, on the other hand, hasn’t looked back once. Stands to figure he must have gotten his questions out of the way, made sure they hadn’t crossed the thin line into being the kidnappers instead of...whatever else this makes them. Rescuers? Hidan would say so. The stranger isn’t eager to agree.

And then, it happens. The loudest stomach ache known to mankind. It had saved every drop of energy she had left to give one last roar before it threatened to eat itself. She immediately tenses, every sound capable of getting her neck broken. Wide eyes scatter between the back of the men’s heads.

…

…

...Nothing. Just walking, again and still. A sigh of relief breaks free.

Kakuzu turns his head. He feels his eyes look through her again. Well. Shit.

“Hidan.” His partner acknowledges, annoyed as always as they stop in their tracks. “Take care of that.”

He cocks a brow. “Of what? Catering hand and foot? She ain’t a fucking princess!” Clearly, she thinks.

“And you’re testing my patience with this.” Can she shrink? Now would be a great time to be able to shrink. As tiny as possible…!

Hidan tsks. “Softie. Come on then!” He gestures, palm up and fingers grasping. “Cough up the coin.”

“No.”

She squeaks.

“Either you give YOUR rations, or you figure something out. I made the terms clear. No expense over this.”

Ohhhh no. Oh. No. Her hands fold and unfold with mounting anxiety as she studies Hidan. It’s impossible to distinguish if he’s just inconvenienced or truly upset. Is he a sacrificial man? Or is he too selfish? Too prideful for this ultimatum?For a man of many expressions, bizarrely, at least in the day they’ve known one another, he’s proven to be a dangerously tough read.

He narrows his magenta eyes, and she flinches back as he spins around, right in her personal space--

...Just to pass by without a look, cloak fluttering away.

“Alright then! Fine. Asshole.”

Leaves crunch once, twice, thrice, four times and more till they start getting more distant. In confusion, it finally strikes her that maybe she’s meant to follow-- till that cold grip takes her shoulder.

“Not you.”

Her chin tilts up, taking all of Kakuzu in. The length of his shadow covers to the top of her head. His own eyes take their turn to narrow suspiciously.

“Trust me. I’m doing you a favor.”

Hungry, she swallows her doubts again in hopes to taste something but fear.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

One night one flung light through this place

So I run for cover, over, under, left the rind out on the plate

Little heart racing and praying, "Something, keep me safe"

I think it saw my face

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He’s looking at her. If she wasn’t sure before, she sure as hell is now that she doesn’t like him looking at her, at least if it’s always so intense as this. An old tree accepts her weary spine for rest, her thin blue sweater sleeves a plaything for hands that have no control over anything else. What seem to be red clouds float over the cloth Kakuzu wears, a ring sitting between his knees as its hand dangles over one leg while he sits on a stump. His other hand reaches into the chest of his cloak. Once again, a book is pulled, and there’s brief gratitude as his eyes lower.

Till he throws the book her way.

“Ah!” It’s too soft to call a shriek, but the emotion is still there and downright embarrassing.

“Read the first page.”

...Ah. She opens it up not quite to the left-most page but corrects the mistake, fingers as careful as if bending it would be a sin, though, clearly, this is a well-worn read. Page one: it’s a face. Mugshot, even? A paragraph of text slides either up or down- she doesn’t fucking know which. She just needs to hold it long enough to be convincing.

…

“Out loud.”

Her cheeks deceive her first, bright red and hot in a flash. What does she DO? What can she do?!

“I-- I—”

One secret uncovered. Fucking HOW-?!

“I’m. Sorry.” Each word comes with its own step to tower over her. His hand drops, slowly, and just as gradually in turn a shaky grasp returns the bingo book to it. He says nothing. Maybe this’ll be the last of it? Just another notch into being useless for him and a reason to leave her behind? At least the stress would stop stabbing her.

Not a chance.

“Your name,” he demands.

Oh, that’s a THING that PEOPLE have, DON’T THEY?!

She’s such a fucking idiot.

“I’m-- my name is—” What was it that first guy kept calling her? “—Duckling.”

Kakuzu blinks. “Duckling.” She’s withering on the spot as he kneels down, still tall as he forces eye contact lock in place with his large hand pinching her chin upward. If looks could kill, it’d be a mercy to her.

“...You’re a horrible liar.”

Two secrets uncovered, not a minute between them. They leave her helpless to unravel once he releases her face, like rope tying her upright, and she doubles over to try to get as low to the ground as possible.

“...Yeah. I know.”

Will he hit her? Yell? Oh, please don’t yell at her--

…

He just sighs.

“Word of advice: pick another name if you’re really sticking to this.”

And then he stands up. Is that it? Is that all there is to it?! No way, she knows in her gut, that’s too easy. But then sits down again, on the stump, and goes through his book like has nothing happened.

Maybe it can be too easy, just this once, just for a poor girl.

An hour later, Hidan returns, and she doesn’t notice the blood on his knuckles as he hands her a loaf of bread. The way she can’t hold back would make a stray dog blush. Frankly, it’s halfway to making even him blush. Kakuzu ogles at him like he ogles at her.

“...You didn’t notice she was starving and half dead?”

“No?!” the shorter one retorts. “Is she?!” Kakuzu lets her grunts and moans fill in the gaps. Hidan can only squirm to save face.

“Doesn’t matter. Physical agony fortifies the soul. Whatever.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Okay, one hungry day

Is nothing come what may

But then winter came inside for three nights

Left me grinding my teeth between my walls

And gripping my dreams tight

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A satiated belly doesn’t do the wonders she had hoped for. She’s lagging behind, the occasional arguing filling her head till it becomes nonsense and noise, numbing like static. Is it about her? She doesn’t know anymore. The bones under her skin ache and it’s hard to keep up in all the ways possible. Eyelids shut and a hand presses to her chest. Just one second and she can run to maintain the pace…

It’s quiet, and she should have known better when the words stopped pounding her ears.

They’re gone.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Curled up, kept my head up, and put up the fight

I'll make it through again

I have before

C'mon now, what's one more?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The sun begins to set, ending her second day in the forest just as brick peeks from hiding behind brush and vine. Maybe it’s here that they were supposed to end up.

As she steps inside the building, the groan of a rusty door and broken glass on the floor disagrees.

“Ah Jesus...”

The lost girl slinks as low as she feels, uncaring if she ends up cut on the knees. “That guy is going to kill me at this rate, if he even finds me out here.”

But all she has is herself, now, and at least that’s a devil she knows. An exhale escapes her, a breath in to solidify in her chest. “...Okay,” she promises, “Okay. This is better than before. It’s shelter.” With no one else to pick her up, the woman does so for her own body, more tactful than she was coming down about pricking the dusty glass into her skin. “Let’s see what we have to work with,” she attempts to muse to the ghosts of this haunted house.

Only so much daylight left to work with, time to find the safest corner to sleep.

Men may make her jump, so far, but mice don’t manage the same. Tiny gray forms skip back and forth in shade of the decrepit furniture and cracks in the walls. If they can live here, perhaps she may manage, too, at least for one night. The stairs don’t give way underneath, no matter how much they’re prone to complain, and the drafts of air are only friendly as they guide her around the halls.

They even left her a welcome present.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Spring bloomed in the kitchen again

So I crawled out of the wall and squinting

Saw hope on the stovetop

Just like I'd always imagined it

More than I could eat

My dreams were finally reality

My struggles had a happy ending

They must want to be friends

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The zombies watch in perfect, unified silence as she strums the strings of the guitar, thinking herself alone with but the hosts of the abandoned building. Unlike before, the woman’s voice is strong, and for the first time, a smile lights the dark like the sun. She’d stop if she didn’t have their back to them; Kakuzu surmises this. Hidan hums in his ear and leans in.

“Huh. She ain’t that shitty at this.”

He can’t disagree, so he shrugs.

I have mapped the cupboards and drawers,

She sings, lungs properly full and lyrics dripping from the tip of her tongue.

Tracked the least walked spots on the floor

Happy to be home, safe and warm

She practically hugs the guitar, head and hair swinging side to side.

As shadows by their feet

The odd vanishing treat

Quietly eating while they sleep

She’s no maestro, nor bird, but music makes her happy and she can fumble her way through a song. It keeps her distracted; it keeps her honest.

So here's where I'll be raising my kids

If I can find someone to start a family with

'Til then, I'll dream of the day my odds and ends fit

I'll wake up, there'll be food on the stove

Forever and never want for more

“Guess she knows how to talk after all.” What about? No fucking clue. It shouldn’t surprise Hidan that his partner has nothing to say to that, but he takes it personally anyways. “Eh? What?" He turns to see Kakuzu stare at her, moss-green eyes piercing straight through as he thinks.

Hidan squints. “Eh?” he repeats, and then urgency strangles his throat. “Wait. Wait, wait NO, you are NOT--!”

The two approach her at once, her fingers scratching surprise across the guitar as she jolts up in horror. The masked man now looms over her once more. For once, for the first time...he almost sounds pleased.

“We can monetize this.”

“KAKUZU!!!” This is the first time she learns to recognize the true difference between annoyance and alarm from Hidan. It...doesn’t immediately scare her. The care is even...nice? “You can’t be serious!” Kakuzu continues the age old tradition of talking to him while locking onto her, offering a hand to take her from the dirty floorboards.

“What if I am?” Is that...playfulness? Is he capable of teasing?

“Whoring out a fledgling disciple of Jashin for nothing more than cash! YOU! GIRLY! I’m going insane here, you fucking agree with me, right?!”

But all boldness is gone and she holds the guitar neck like a kid does a favorite blanket, refusing to meet his demanding eyes. “That’s...kind of how music performance goes,” she breaks the news. It isn’t pleasant, but that’s how any business is, if you want to put food on the table. “Kakuzu, sir...--” she begins for the other one, mouth in a firm line. I’m no professional, she wants to protest. I’m untrained. But those words will leave her in the dust. A 1% chance at faking till you make it is better than a 100% at freezing all alone in the dark.

“You’ll earn your keep,” he confirms her fate.

I’m scared.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

My stomach starts to turn

With thirst, why does it hurt?

My just dessert is served, dig in

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She twists the knobs of the old guitar as it attempts to tune out the sour from her brain. Guitar and keybo-...piano, she had said. That’s what she’s familiar enough with. Thankfully, things the worlds had in common. Maybe she’s cursed! Cursed to forever be embarrassed. This is more like one of her fantasies, though, to have one obligation but to do what she enjoys so much. But dreams have the assurance of ending well; tonight has no such promise. Her self-assigned manager convinced the barkeep of a test run. “Okay, we don’t usually have music, but we’ll give it a shot, alright? If it turns out fine, we’ll consider having your gal again.”

“You don’t have to. You know that, right?”

Hidan beseeches, though lazily as he slings his arm over the top of an empty chair next to him and keeps a glass in one palm.

“The old fucker’s a bullshit artist. Do this for him and you’ll be his sucker for life.”

Has she earned her place with Hidan yet? Has the right to argue been bought by the virtue of submission?

“...I’ll think of Jashin while I do it,” she compromises, aware she has no clue what that would entail. It’s her time, no more procrastinating. Sink or swim and all. Shoulders roll back and eyes shut on one person so she can become someone else. A charming song from her homeland, she explains to the small crowd turning heads. About someone that committed the dastardly sin of being too small and wanting just enough. The music begins, her voice soft and shaky as she conveys a veneration of shadows in the wall. But as the song calls for bravery, she can only meet the task with sword drawn. Hope to never be seen becomes the reality of being known. And then, she quiets again; being known means being unwanted. But why? But why?!, she begs. That can't be fair...

Flatline in the morning light

I held on so tight

For so long, it's just not right

Let a sigh out as I close my eyes

Was that all there was to this?

What's for the best?

Hidan frowns as he attempts to pick through the bizarre lyrics from his seat directly left. He’s never understood this sort of thing; to him, poetry is either scripture or fluffy nonsense. Where’s all the songs about killing people?

Is there cheese in the great beyond?

What's the moon made of?

Meet me there after I'm gone

Her presence is small here, yes, even as the sweet voice crescendos, but it is welcome. Those who don’t listen in the vicinity simply talk like she’s not there. Always was there. Means a lot considering the locals, she’ll be told.

Mind me not, and I'll

Mind my own, and my mind

Held the same light as the one in your eyes

Yes, Kakuzu deals with the keeper in the far corner, across the swarm of patrons: something can be arranged of this-- a warm reception, indeed. The conversation finishes just in time to catch the end of the piece. She’s gone from a meek little thing to choosing to take up her space and perhaps then even more. The arts don’t have much place in the pragmatic lifestyle he needs to lead, but to the end it can make him profit, she’s starting to look the part.

Do I belong in right and wrong?

One dies alone, and why?

Don't know

Goodbye, so long

To mice in homes

Nature, I guess

The guitar sighs gentler and gentler as she puts her fears to bed. The conversations of the folks fill her head, and it’s easier to think a little less, hear that voice more distantly. Tears pinprick the corners of her eyes.

Nature, I guess

The two men give their full attention now, Hidan pondering a story about a fucking mouse while Kakuzu finds her strange. Just...strange, Kakuzu begins to see. Is she talking to them? It’s just a song, right?

Maybe secret number three can slip by in plain sight, she hopes.

Nature, I guess

[thatonewatching]

Masky/Tim head canons and scenarios

Head canons and scenarios for each! CW: Self-hate and swearing,

Stubborn: "Tim, oh my fucking God. Can you just admit you were wrong? You do not know where we're fucking going!" Brian yelled, slumping back against his car seat. "I do fucking know! I just made a wrong turn!" Tim retorted. "Sure," Brian muttered, rolling his hazel eyes underneath his black mask. "Quit being a stubborn asshole."

Chubby: As his eyes grazed over the parts of his body, a kind of shame washed over him. Grabbing at his tummy, a sickness fell over him, complete disgust lacing his sullen features. "Tim, your body is fine," you assured, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "It's perfect to me, okay?"

Dad bod: His arms raised, and he flexed his gained muscle. "Dad bod energy!" Brian cheered. Tim's eyes fell onto the brunette man a foot or two away. "Up yours!" Tim joked. 

Not very touchy: You extended your arms, waiting. "What?" he asked, flicking the ashes of his small cigarette onto the concrete. You moved your arms, giving him a look. "You want a hug?" Tim scoffed, taking a long drag of his nicotine stick. (Lmao idfk) "Tough luck, kid."

Bad hygiene: As Tim stared in the dusty mirror, the smell of sweat overwhelming, he peeled off his clothes, dropping them into the hamper, he stepped back into his bedroom, walking to the closet. He grabbed some clothes, slipped them on exhaustedly, and fell into bed, falling asleep as he hit the pillow.

Hairy motherfucker: Your fingers brushed along the revealed skin of his, hand being tickled. "Damn, you hairy motherfucker." you joked. "Whatever," he rolled his eyes ruefully. "You still love me."

Intimidating: Tim's figure towered over the smaller boy, casting a dark shadow over his cowardly features. "Who are you talking to?" he snapped. "I'm sorry," the boy apologized. "Who the fuck are you talking to?" he repeated. "I'm sorry, sir."

Doesn't like sugary things: "How do you want your coffee?" you asked, peeking your head from the kitchen to watch Tim's eyes flicker to yours before his answer. "Black," his eyes flicked back to the book he was reading, eyes moving slightly with every word he consumed. "Like your soul?"

Doesn't like cheesecake (y'all ruined it): "Want a slice of cheesecake?" you questioned, slipping a piece of the sugary treat onto Brian's plate. "No?" he said, yet his answer sounded almost questioning, as if he were confused by your inquiry. "What?" you replied, noticing his foreign tone. "I don't like cheesecake anymore," he said, eyes refusing to leave his distraction. "Why?" you pressed. "Brian."

Black coffee: "What can I get you to drink?" the waitress asked. "Coffee," Tim answered. The waitress' eyes turned to you, waiting. "And you?" she pressed. "I'll have (f/d)," you answered. She nodded, walking off. Returning a moment later, she placed your drinks down, sliding packets of sugar to Tim's side. "Milk?" she asked. He shook his head. "I like my coffee black; thank you, though,"

Favorite food is prob grilled cheese with tomato soup: As your eyes fluttered open, the scent of food filled your nose. Toddling into the kitchen, you watched as Tim put the last grilled cheese onto his plate. "Whatcha eatin'?" you asked. "Grilled cheese and soup," 

Basic bitch: Opening his closet, flannels, jeans, and hoodies hung. "Red flannel, red flannel, or red flannel?" you teased. "I think I'll go with the red flannel," he joked. "Good choice,"

Listens to classic rock (like AC/DC or something): Climbing into the car, Tim flicked on the radio, scowling and sighing as some hip-hop song began to play. "Hand me that CD, would you, (y/n)?" he requested. Handing him the flat piece of plastic, he took it gratefully. Inserting it, he pressed play, and AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' began to play. After a few minutes of the song playing, he sang along the entire time. "I'm on a highway to hell!"

Aero sexual: "What's your sexual preference?" you asked, glancing over at Tim, his eyes red. "None of the above,"

Needs time to himself: "Tim, can't you just tell me what's wrong?" you whined, following behind the towering man. "Nothing's wrong, (y/n), I just need some time to myself. "Are you sure?" you pressed. "I'm sure!" he slammed the door behind him, making you stop in your tracks. "God damnit, Tim."

Smokes all the fucking time: You clambered out of the bed, the smell of smoke slightly preset.  "Tim?" you muttered, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the room. He hummed slightly, torso pressed against the windowsill, hand and head out of the window with his other cupping his hand's elbow. "Why the fuck am I in your bed?" 

Brian forces him to drink tea 'cause it helps smokers: "Timothy, you smoke excessively. Just drink some tea," Brian said, placing the steaming cup in his friends' reach. "Fuck you, Brian," he snarled. "Well, I'm not going to let my friend die from black lungs!"

Good at math: You groaned loudly, eyes snapping shut in anger and frustration, as your hands pressed against your cheeks. "Oh my fucking God," you whined, tears pricking at your eyes, but you couldn't tell from what emotion. "What?" Tim asked. "Nothing," you lied. Eyes scanning over the paper once again, for the millionth time, perhaps, you sighed. A shadow cast over your figures, making you struggle to read the other equations. The paper lifted as Tim took the paper from your desk. "Are you kidding? The answer is negative sixty-seven,"

Hates math: "Thanks, Tim," you muttered. "No problem," he sighed. "What?" you inquired, writing down the answer. "I have to help you write out the equation, don't I?" he mumbled. Looking back down at the question once more, you concluded that the answer was yes. "Yes..." you answered. "I fucking hate math,"

Petty: "Tim, where's my slice of pie?" you asked, closing the fridge and standing to your full height. "My stomach," he replied. "Why?" you hissed. "Because you drank the last beer,"

Strongly opinionated: "Tim, oh my fucking God..." you pinched the bridge of your nose, holding your eyes closed angrily. "I'm sorry, is Brian not dirty blonde?" he hissed. "He's fucking brunette!" you yelled. "He's fucking dirty blonde!"

Hard to convince he's not right: "Tim, coffee is/isn't better than tea," you argued. "Lying asshole!" 

Bad at reading: "Tim, what's the order say?" Brian asked, glancing at his friend. "It says that we have to," he stopped, squinting his eyes. "Kill a guy names Duke Aubertine."

Needs glasses but refuses to get them: "Dude, you can't even read the fucking cover!" you teased. Tim's eyes squinted. "Fuck you,"

Anger issues: "Tim, you've got something on your shirt," you said, pointing to a spot in the center of his chest. He looked down, and you flicked his nose up. He grunted, pushing you away lightly, as he stormed off.

Okay cook: Your door creaked open, and you spun around to see the towering man in your doorway, holding a plate. "Made you some spaghetti," he said, placing the glass on your desk. "Thanks, Tim."

(NOT PROOFREAD; I'M SORRY IT'S BAD)

[rissouu]

TRYING ON BIKINIS, choso.

he doesn’t like it when your stomach is covered.

“no, i don’t like this one. trash it.” he mumbled softly, even when he was talking in a soft tone he still had a way of coming off intimidating..

“why!? i like it baby, it covers the tummy pudge,” you weren’t insecure about it or anything, you’d just rather have the cover up hiding it. you did the same thing with your crop tops, always pulling your pants over your stomach. it was like a instinct at this point.

“that’s the problem mama, why you coverin’ her? she’s beautiful.” by now, he was already up from the bed and slowly inching towards you.

part of you already knew what was coming but nothing could prepare you for it.. without a second thought your boyfriend ripped it straight off of you, with no remorse.

your tummy was one of his favorite things about you, there was no way in hell he was going to let you hide it from him. plus, you never covered it before so why are you doing it now?

“choso, what the hell! that was from fashion nova, expensive as fuck!” you knew he loved your stomach but you never thought he would go this far.

choso just ignored your scolding because he knew he would give you the money to replace it. he made a mental note to trash any cover ups he found laying around the house too.

while getting down on his knees, now he was face to face with your stomach. he knew you were probably confused as hell right about now and most likely getting ready to scold him again.

“why are you on the floor? baby, you confusing the fuck out of-“

you went silent once you felt his soft lips on your tummy, he was leaving kisses all over it. choso liked to show his love to every part of you.. and if that meant getting down on his knees and kissing all over your stomach, then so be it.

“mhmm so fuckin’ pretty, gonna look even better when i put a baby in here.”

bonus.

“oh i’m going to fucking kill you!” you shouted while watching choso trash all the bikini cover ups you had. you’d be lying if you said his obsession with your stomach didn’t make your heart flutter.. but it didn’t make you any less upset when he kept destroying your stuff!

“how do you even keep finding them? i swear to god i hide them every time!” at this point you were going to just give up, it’s not like you hated your stomach or anything.

the cover ups were just so cute you had to get them but choso’s behavior was a constant reminder that you should stop, before he wastes anymore money.

“this wouldn’t be a problem if you would just stop buying those ugly things, im gonna destroy them every time.”

©rissouu 2023 (i hope y’all don’t find this weird, i just like showing love to my girly’s with belly pudges like me!)

[robynlilyblack]

Hey Robyn! I know you have a lot of request right now, but I just read this and got an idea, so no rush! (like seriously cuz I don’t want to pressure you)

So Sirius x reader were he ate chocolate for the first time after becoming an animagus and got very sick so his girlfriend had to take care of him and he just get on full puppy mode

I kept telling that l’m gonna request for someone else but I kept coming back to sirius😭 I really want to request remus tho, I’ll let you know if I got any ideas. Thanks Robyn and have a good day!

-Alex

Sick

Sirius Black x fem! marauder! reader

Summary: Y/n and James come back to the boys dorm to find Sirius very unwell

Warnings: established relationship, mentions of eating, food, feeling and being sick (tw: throwing up)

A/n: 1.1k words, hi alex! Honestly same I always return to Siri, hope you have a good day/night too! Thanks for the request, enjoy xx

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“Pete…Wormtail” you correct yourself causing James to chuckle “Is gonna kill us when he finally weasels away from that puff” you cringe giggling softly

“Probably but let’s not mention this to Re…Moony just yet. He got the good chocolate yesterday and he won't give us any if finds out what we were using our new abilities for today”

You giggle nodding “That’s if he and Siri leaves us any…what?” you eye your friend

“Nothing, just cute you call him Siri” he mocks you and that earns him a playful shove

“Fuck off” you whine “He’s my boyfriend now…oh my god Jam…Prongs” you jump up and down “Sirius Black is my boyfriend!” you say excitedly, still in disbelief that you and he were really together

James lets out a laugh “Hell yeah he is” he wraps his arm around you “I’d say you’re a lucky gal but let’s face it he’s a lucky man…dog…pup?”

You and James are in fits of giggles as you enter the boy’s dorm, but they fizzle out when greeted with Remus on his bed looking a little worried

“You okay mate?” James asks while your eyes search the room for Sirius

“Where’s…” you start only to hear the sound of retching coming from the bathroom “Is that?” you look towards Remus

When he nods you run through into their bathroom, finding Sirius hunched over on the floor, turning to look up at you as you close over the door behind you

“Darling please go wait outside…” he sucks in a breath “…I don’t want you to see…” he can’t hold it in, turning to continue throwing up in the toilet, hands clutching the edges of the bowl, knuckles turning white

You quickly move next to him, pulling his hair from his face and holding it back with one hand “I’m not going anywhere” you kiss his temple

His breathing is heavy when he finally stops and looks back up at you, face chalk white “Still fancy me?” he jokes

You nod “Very much…but I’m going to kiss your forehead because well…” you scrunch your nose and bob your head, making him chuckle as you kiss his hair line

“Don’t blame you darlin” he shifts back onto his butt and as you let go of the make shift pony tail you shuffle over to wrap your arm around him

“You feeling a bit better now pup?” you test the waters with the nickname, heart fluttering as his ears literally pick up at it

He gives you a lazy toothy grin “Call me that again?” he sucks on his bottom lip for a moment

“Call you what?” you reply coyly, grabbing a spare hand towel and wetting it

He huffs at that

“Don’t tease me when I’m sick” he pouts, arms hugging himself

You cup his jaw “I’m so sorry puppy” you smile at his giddy reaction as you gently wipe the sick from the corners of his mouth and chin

“You should be a nurse” his hand gently caresses your knee “Everyone would fancy you” 

You shy away at the complement, placing the towel up and over the sink “Would they now?” 

“They would, almost as much as I do” he scoots closer to you, head nudging into your armpit like he’s trying to get you to move, humming when you lift it up and slither it around his shoulders

“What happened?” your free hand goes to his stomach “Just a tummy bug?” you kiss his hair

He shakes his head “I think I have an incline…well a theory based off of a joke Re…Moony made” he lets out a nervous chuckle and you can feel his cheeks heating

“What would that be?” you lean forward to look at him, pressing your lips together as you are meet with your boyfriend’s big beautiful puppy eyes “Sorry but before you tell me” you bring your hand from his stomach to his cheeks and squish them “You’re so pretty puppy” you tease softly before retracting your hand

His cheeks are pink but his eyes let you know he fricking loved that

“I am your pretty puppy” he nods sincerely before his eyes widen mouth opening and closing as he grows flustered “D-did…I said that out loud, didn't I?” he closes his eyes

“You did” you place a kiss to his nose and he opens his eyes “I kinda like you like this” you confess

“I kinda like me like this too” he admits “Don’t tell…”

“My lips are sealed” you pretend to lock them 

He smiles thankfully at you before his face contorts

“You going to be sick again?” 

He shakes his head “No just tired and I have a headache now” 

“You wanna lie down?” you offer "We can cuddle?"

“In a bit darlin the tiles are cold and my arse feels nice right now” 

You giggle but nod at his reasoning, gently rubbing his lower back before he removes your hand and places the other around to the front

“So what is the theory?” you circle back to the cause of his sickness

“You remember when R...Moony made a joke about you walking around eating a raw carrot out of the blue like that bunny from those muggle cartoons?” you nod slowly “Well what if I’m sick because dogs aren’t supposed to have chocolate?” he poses

Your eyes widen, sitting back a second as it processes in your mind. It made perfect sense, no wonder Peter loved cosy blankets and little nooks to sleep in now, why you and James had suddenly started eating anything green, why Sirius was acting like a puppy at times

…like how you were currently giving him a belly rub...

“I think you’re right” you let out a tiny giggle “Aww puppy” you coo, taking his hand in when he seems upset

“Can’t believe I need to give up chocolate” he sulks “Fucking stupid...this is karma I swear for raiding his stash so often...what am I going to eat now”

You did find his pouting and complaining rather adorable

“Maybe we can find you a stick to replace it with” you tease

He scoffs “You’re mean” he lets out the smallest of chuckles

“You’re laughing”

“Am not” he tries to supress his smile and laughter but fails “Fine” he caves “But seriously why does the idea of a stick to chew on sound so appealing?” he whispers 

You bite back laughter

“If you want tomorrow when you're feeling better we go to the forest and I can throw one for you to fetch” you offer

“100% serious?” he checks, making sure this isn't a joke

You nod “100% you yes” you giggle, more so as he hugs you tightly

“Merlin I’m so happy you’re my girl, no one else would understand or put up with me”

Meanwhile in the next room

“Why are you smiling?” James eyes Remus, a small smile on his face at his friend’s ecstatic look

“You remember when I was totally against you lot becoming animagi?” he replies, almost doing a little dance 

“Yeah?” James extends the syllables

“I’m not as mad anymore” he says, eyes flicking to his chocolate stash 

Thank you for reading 💛

[2546917]

“is it bad that all i can think about is putting a baby in her ?!” midoriya izuku x. — degradation - noncon -> breath (speech?) play / disrespectful and slightly misogynistic izuku / spit / feminine nicknames / fem ! housewife reader / reader has a soft tummy (can be interpreted as chubby) .

You're sitting in your sweet husband's lap when he brings it up. kissing him all sloppy, his and your spit mixing sweetly in both of your mouths. His tongue running over your teeth and making spit run down your chin and onto your cute tits, where it falls over the beautiful, golden 'Izuku' chain you wear around your neck. He briefly pulls back to squeeze your tits and rub his spit in while he kisses your soft neck. Your little noises do something to him, hell, everything you do does something to him.

"Fuck honey, i wanna give you a baby", he whispers it as if he can't believe he's saying it himself. "God, i wanna give you a baby so damn bad." He says it a little louder, he wants you to hear him, and agree with him. You grip his green curls and pull his head back softly so he's looking up at you; "Sweetie, we're too young. we can't really have a baby."

You're fucking lying, you're lying to him and he hates that. You do want a baby, you want a baby so bad and he knows it. "So we're lying now sweetheart?" You look up at him with those kind eyes he loves. You don't know what to say, you don't wanna say anything. "I said, are we fucking lying now?"

You're looking at him with that stupid ass look again. "What do you mean izu? We're far too young. We've only been married for a little while." He can hear it in your voice, you know you're fucked. "You know exactly what i mean, pretty girl, I know who you talk to and what you talk about." He pauses for a second. a dark look in his eyes, you're fucked. He takes his hand off of your chest, and stick two fingers in his mouth, making sure they're wet enough to make noise. He can feel your little cunt clench on nothing in his lap.

“Baby, you think i don't know but i do. You're always tellin' Katsuki's wife about how you want me to get you pregnant. don't think you can hide shit from me, yeah?" As soon as he lets those words slip, he's pulling your skirt up to meet your waist, and he's bullying his thick fingers into your soaked cunt. Your breathy little mewls are fucking with him, he doesn't like it. "Fucking tell me you want my baby in your tummy or you're not cumming. Cmon pretty girl, now is not the time to protest me."

He's hitting that one spot over and fucking over and he's staring at you like he wants to eat you up. You'd better fucking answer him before he fucks you up, "Oh fuck izu, yeah i do want your baby. i want it so bad." Uh huh, he knows you do. He just needed to say you want what he's about to do to you. "Aw, the princess finally admits it huh? You really gonna let me put a baby in here?" he says, rubbing your soft little tummy. "Yeah, put a baby in me, ‘Izu." You can barely speak from the way he's messing with your little cunt, but thats okay cause in a minute you won't need to.

His big hand slips outta your pussy with a wet, sloppy noise that has you wincing at how embarassing that is. He's pulling your lil sundress up and over your head and throwing it somewhere, pulls your panties all the way off and puts em on his sidetable. the one closest to his side of the bed.

Yeah, you won't be getting those back any time soon. Youre on your back when he kisses you, and he doesn't stop. His soft lips leave kisses all the way down to your clit, which he gives the biggest and longest kiss. "'M’gonna spit on it, m'kay? Want my baby to be ready for the stretch." No sooner than he says it, he's acting on it. You mewl as you feel the fat welt of spit sitting inbetween your clit and your fluttering hole. Fuck, you just want it inside.

"Please, please put it in." aw, what a little turn of fate. He always did love just how easy it was to make you submit. You were just telling him how you guys are 'too young', now you want him to put it in. "I’m about to yeah? be patient sweetheat." And he's pulling his cock out, he doesn't like to make his baby wait. You've seen it countless times before, but, this is different. He's gonna put a baby in you. its so thick and so heavy, you just want it in you.

"Now look sweetheart, i'm not gonna let you talk while i fuck you, yeah? you lied to me, dunno if i can trust what you say now. You're gonna sit here and let me fuck you how i want to while i say whatever i want. And you're not gonna stop me, yeah?" He doesn't give you time to answer, before you know it he's lining himself up with your pussy and shoving himself inside. He utters a hushed little "Oh- fuck fuck fuck" as he puts his hand over your mouth.

All you can do is mewl and whine, you can't even protest him. "Mm, princess, such good pussy for a little liar. All you women do is fucking talk talk talk, needed the peace and quiet." His words hurt, they really do, but your pussy's getting wetter and wetter with every word he says.

"Can't believe you went and told that stupid fuck's wife about how you wanted a baby. he's always gotta fucking one-up someone, and you go and tell his wife about how you want my baby?" You can hear the pain in his voice. You let yourself fucking whine when he said that, his anger is turning you on. Your poor, poor husband just wanted a baby, and you made him this mad over girl's gossip.

And fuck, he's speeding up. Damn near slamming into your cunt. One hand on your mouth and the other rubbing your soft little clit. He knows youre close, you don't think he cares. your izu's mad with how you went behind his back. really fucking mad. "Why're ya telling her about how you want a baby. She’s not a fucking man, she can't get you pregnant princess. Pissed me off so f-fucking bad."

His thumb hasn't let up on how it's been rubbing the mess outta you lil clit, he knows you're about to cum. He's gonna make you cum with him. His moans and groans are getting staggered as well as his thrusts. You don't realize how he's taken his hand off your mouth and how he's grabbing at your soft tits- oh yeah he's gonna cum. “Oh f-fuck, baby, cum with me yeah? Wanna see you all fucked out when i put this baby in you."

Not too long after he utters those words in a hushed whisper, your whole body's jerking under him in the wave of your orgasm. "Fuck, ‘Izu, you-you put a baby in me." Izuku's not even listening to you as scoops your mixed cum back into your cunt. "I put a fucking baby in you pretty girl."

[sweeterthanthis]

oh to be roughly pounded over Ari’s home office desk as he uses me - his loving wife - as ✨stress relief ✨

To Have And To Fuck

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Being Mrs Levinson certainly has its perks...

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mentions of spanking, hints of free use, slight size kink, vaginal sex, light choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm if you squint, slight tummy bulge kink. 18+.

Word Count: 597

A/N: This did me in 🤤 coupling it with an ask that I got from @stargazingfangirl18 a couple of days ago: For your game…I wish you’d write a fic where one of the CE babes is angry or cranky and needs to blow off some steam, whether you’re down for it…or not 😈😘❤️😘💕

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It's easy to find yourself lost in a daze, your ass hot from the lingering sting of his huge hands, fingernails digging into the splintered wood holding your body up.

You could be draped across a bed of nails right now, you'd hardly notice. Not with his thick, pulsing cock buried to the hilt inside you. You suck in a breath when his callous fingers dig into your waist, pulling you back onto him with ease - like you're a mere rag doll, made solely for him to fuck.

"Been a hell of a day, sunshine." The deep grunt that follows makes your knees quiver. Not that it matters. Your toes barely touch the ground with the force in which he fucks into you. You're certain there'll be bruises by sundown. "Good job I got you to make it better, isn't it?"

Ari isn't expecting an answer. He knows, at this point, there's no use in trying to get a coherent sentence out of you. It's his favourite thing; fucking you so dumb, you can barely remember to breathe.

"You feel me in there?" He asks you, his large frame looming down over you, strands of that golden hair you love to tug on so much tickling at your spine. You just about manage a nod, and if you were in any fit state to feel shame, you'd feel it when drool seeps from the corner of your mouth, leaving a dark blot against the surface of the sandy wood. "Yeah, I know you do. This pussy's always ready and willing for me."

His palm curls its way up over your shoulder, securing itself around your throat as he pulls your body up to meet his - your naked flesh pressed tight against the rough material of his denim shirt. You'd spent most of your first year of marriage naked, but Ari wasn't patient enough to strip himself off today.

Not when there's so much frustration to work out.

"C'mon, honey. Know you can take another one. What's this now...number four? You can do it," his lips tease against the shell of your ear, one hand still squeezing at your throat as the other splays itself out against your belly; pressing down and making sure you feel just how deep he can get. "Told you I was gonna take my time with you today, didn't I?"

Your eyes flutter closed, his hips grinding sinfully against your rear, thighs slapping against your skin lewdly, his pace utterly relentless. Your fingers grip his wrist, and you can feel it coming. That beautiful, euphoric cloud that he has no trouble sending you hurtling towards.

"There she is, that's my sunshine. Never get tired of feelin' that cunt squeeze me like this." You have to fight the urge to pull away, not that you'd be able to if you tried; not wrapped up in his big, strong arms like this. But the intensity soaring between your thighs is overwhelming. Your legs give out, and it's a good job he's holding you up. "Can't even stand up straight, hmm? Fucked you that good? S'that why you married me, honey?"

If you could laugh, you would; instead settling for a lazy smirk in response to the low chuckle vibrating against your ear. He knows exactly why you married him, and as fantastically as he fucks you, there are far more reasons that come to mind before that.

"Yeah, think you can definitely give me number four," he rasps, fingers dipping to seek out your overworked, slippery clit, "and then we'll see about number five."

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[vumming]

all of us are dead — how chars kiss their s/o!

the innocent kisses : whether a small peck on the nose, cheek and a light, delicate kiss on the lips. most of them felt like it is inexperienced but the genuine love you feel sure is something. it's always romantic and nice. it'll leave you chasing their own for more because it is just short-lived. there is a slight chuckle that will leave their mouth once you did so because they find it—you, rather, endearing.

“You liked that?” peck. “hehe, so cute.”

woo-jin, su-hyeok, na-yeon, hyo-ryeong, joon-yeong, nam-ra, on-jo, min-jae

kisses with teasing gestures : there's a lot going on in this: they have their hands massaging your arm as the two of you connected, but before you could part your lips to grant permission, they're pulling away with that so innocent look on their face. sometimes, it just starts with them leaning in only to boop your nose or pinch your cheek/bridge, heck even a flick on the forehead before peppering you with a sorry kiss.

“oh? were you expecting something?”

gyeong-su, dae-su, mi-jin, ha-ri, min-jae

sensual with the feels! : it's like you're being zap after an alcohol or a cold breeze kissed your, because you'll find their kiss intoxicating as hell that you'll get tummy butterflies or even goosebumps. this does include those ‘french kiss’. every second is like a long lasting moment because expect them to cherish it like the world is ending. there is no time for air since it stays pressed against yours for a long time that you could only take a deep breath at one take.

“haa.. pretty.. i love- hmm, you..”

su-hyeok, cheong-san, ha-ri, ji-min, gwi-nam, woo-jin, joon-yeong

deep and rough but full of emotion : they can't help it, it's just part of them, akin to a dam opening. what start as a simple 'hand on the small of your back' leaves with a messy and breathless you. they're biting everywhere and their lips trails anywhere, leaving fluttering butterfly touches that sear your skin. you would always feel them smirk into the kiss, deepening it with their hold on you pushing you forward even more despite the already close proximity.

“fuck, you're so damn gorgeous.. yeaa, that's my y/n.”

mi-jin, gwi-nam, gyeong-su

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝔻𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

-

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

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Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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The Freak and His Sweetheart - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Warning: None, just some tooth-rotting fluff.

You couldn’t believe it was actually happening. You and your boyfriend, Eddie, were finally having your first sleepover together.

Well, that isn’t exactly what you told your parents. They believed you were staying at your best friend Robin’s house when in actuality, you were staying overnight at the Munson's trailer.

You stepped out of the shower and in front of the foggy mirror. Your towel which was tightly secured around your body, dropped to the tiled floor as you began to change into your favorite pair of panties and one of Eddie’s extra Hellfire Club shirts that he was so kind to let you borrow for the night.

Your tummy fluttered from the sight of you wearing your boyfriend’s clothes. The large shirt hung loosely around your torso and shoulders and stopped at your thighs, hiding your black lacy panties.

Eddie sat on the couch in the living room just where you had left him, playing his electric guitar. His foot anxiously tapped away at the floor as he nibbled on his bottom lip, excited to see you wearing his clothes for the first time.

He heard the gentle tap of your footsteps approaching him and raised his head, looking in your direction and gawking at the half-naked woman standing in his trailer.

“What do you think?” You asked, giving him a little twirl.

Holy hell, she's the cutest fucking thing this world has ever seen.

Eddie snapped out of his thoughts and widely smiled, “Have you been hiding that beautiful body from me this whole time?” He asked, making you lightly giggle and roll your eyes as you felt your cheeks turn red, which Eddie immediately noticed. “Aw, sweetheart, are you blushing?”

You instantly shook your head and lied, “No.”

“Well, come here. I need to see those pretty lips for a second.”

You plopped down on the couch beside him and leaned in, kissing him as you felt his hand reach down and lightly squeeze your thigh in response.

He pulled away with a smirk and gazed at you, “Oh yeah, you're for sure blushing.”

“Shut up.” You giggle, only making your face brighter as you buried your face in his shoulder and fidgeted with his metal rings, outlining and tracing them with the tips of your fingers, making Eddie smirk as he noticed your actions, “You like my rings, sweetheart?”

“I’ve always liked them, Ed’s.”

Eddie slowly slipped one off and took your hand in his. He brought it up to his lips and pressed kisses along your knuckles as those dark brown eyes gazed into yours.

First, he slid the silver skull ring on your finger, then his next ring, and the next till your fingers were completely covered in metal.

“Perfect.”

Eddie gazed at that cute little smile spread across your lips as you put your hand out and looked down at his oversized rings around your fingers.

“Get over here, cutie-pie!” Eddie suddenly grabbed your waist, making you squeal as he pulled you into his lap.

He positioned his beautiful electric guitar across your thighs, sweetly wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder blade as you watched Eddie position his hand and begin pressing on the guitar strings.

You were his little support system while he was practicing guitar, and he mostly just enjoyed the company, the head scratches, and the fact that his girlfriend was on his lap while he played for his biggest fan.

He began recreating Rebel Yell, one of your favorites and a song that Eddie could play blindfolded.

You pushed a strand of hair behind his ear and ran your fingers through his dark hair. Your head slightly bounced to the music, softly humming the lyrics to yourself as he played.

Eddie smiled to himself as he admired you, wondering how the “Freak” of Hawkins High ended up with such a perfect girl like you.

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I LOVED your Theo smut. Can you do Theo smut (No daddy kink please) and then aftercare fluff?

PUMPKIN | T.N

im so glad you liked it!!

the ending feels so rushed lol

warnings: oral sex (male receiving), theo hitting it from the back, rough sex, pet name; pumpkin, breeding kink and aftercare <3

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the skin on your knees burned as you scooted closer to theodore with them, flesh turning ivory whilst he stared down at you, a small quirk of the lips as he freed himself from the coffins of his pants.

the thick shaft pointedly rigidly to your face, waiting. “go on baby, make me feel good, hm?” encouraged theo. the way he spoke to you was enough to send another cascade of arousal that dampens your panties.

you swallowed harshly, staring up at your boyfriend with eager eyes as you opened your mouth, a silent sign of consent.

“that’s it- fuck.” his voice came out strained when he guided himself down your throat. a small gag being suppressed when he was more than halfway in. at last, your nose tickled his soft curls while tears pricked at your eyes.

theo grabbed ahold of the back of your head, scrunching up his fist in your hair until he had a makeshift ponytail, a groan rumbling from his chest as he bobbed your head back and forth. your warm mouth taking him in a way that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his hand speeding up.

“such a little cockslut for me” he hissed, looking down at your teary form, eyes wide and cheeks hollowed as you batted your eyelashes up at him.

his hips went in pace with your mouth, his moans drawing out small whimpers from you. arousal pooling in between your legs, walls clenching around nothing. “oh fuck, darling- so good for me” he rasped out, balls flexing up and cum ready to shoot down your throat as his tip hit the back of your throat.

it took a few more thrusts before he was pulling out. you gave ragged gasps, lungs desperately searching for more oxygen, but you still managed to stick your tongue out, eyes tightly closed as theo fisted his cock, pointing it towards your face.

he moaned your name out as the orgasm rippled through him, cum painting your cheeks and tongue, the salty taste making you hum happily, cunt throbbing as you thought of what he was going to reward you with this time.

“good girl” he purred, leaning down to press a firm kiss on your forehead, letting go of your hair and massaging your aching scalp lightly.

theodore hooked his arms under your armpits, groaning softly as he brought you up, legs instinctively wrapped on his torso.

“you’re gonna stay good f’ me, princess? let me fuck this sweet cunt?” he teased, throwing you down on the bed so your stomach was resting against the plump mattress.

you immediately scrambled to get on your hands and knees, back arched and dripping, covered pussy on display for the brunette, his large palm coming to rest on your bum while he positioned himself behind you.

he moved your drenched panties to the side, the sight of your swollen and clammy clit making his mouth water and cock throb. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, m’ love.” he promised, stroking his cock softly once again.

you gave a small mewl at his words, pawing the sheets in front of you with anticipation. his fingers found your wet and tight entrance as he slipped them in, testing if you were ready for him. bundle of nerves buzzing for attention, which his thumb gladly provided.

a whimper bubbled from your throat as he took his fingers out, quickly replacing them with his cock. you could feel all of him as he teased your slit, he felt heavy and hard when he pushed inside with quick thrust, a squeak falling from your lips while a groan escaped his.

“feels so good, pumpkin” he complimented, big strong hands sprawling out on your ass as he rocked his hips to yours. the nickname making your whole body tingle, toes curling as he sped up.

the bedframe banged against the stone walls, your breathy moans echoing in them. theo pushed your back further down with his body as he leaned forward, breath fanning your ear.

“how does that feel m’ lovie?” he taunted.

“g-good!” you squealed out, his movements accelerated while his tip hit that spot inside you that had your eyes going crisscross. you groaned in pure ecstasy, chanting his name over and over, coaxing low moans from him.

“‘m gonna feel you up, pumpkin. gonna have you absolutely bloated with my cum” he hissed in your ear, the sultry tone making your tummy flutter with that familiar feeling. “i’m gonna fucking cum!” you gasped out, tears brimming at your waterline.

“hold it for me, baby” he growled, hips going at an animalistic pace, the filthy sounds of squelching and skin against skin bringing him closer to the orgasm he was desperately in search for, his balls drawing up and cock twitching at the thought of painting your insides. “this pussy takes me so well, pumpkin.” he praised.

the way your walls contracted around him, had him tumble over the edge, a loud moan ripped through him before he was mumbling a cum in your ear.

he had your thighs shaking and pussy clenching around his grith as the orgasm struck your body, and you wouldn’t have registered the way his hot cum filled you up if it wasn’t for the small spasm his muscles did against your form.

small, slurred praises were heard in the distance as you slowly got down from your high, figure now slumped against the soft sheets of the mattress while theo pulled out, taking a mental image of your swollen pussy leaking with his cum.

“you did so nice and good for me, pumpkin” he murmured, placing light kisses on your shoulder and cheeks while you giggled.

“gonna get all cleaned up now, yeah?” he asked, tone way softer than before as he watched you nod, rolling onto your back to make grabby hands at him. his own already under your back and thighs, carrying you to the ensuite.

he settled you down on the toilet first, making a path to the bathtub and filling it up with warm scented water. a small smile dancing on his lips as he watched you sleepily make your way inside, with his help, of course.

you gave a content sigh as your sore muscles made contact with the soothing water, your boyfriend’s body finding comfort in the warmth your back provided to his chest, arms manoeuvring around to wash you up.

and theodore’s sweet nothings continued to make your heart swell throughout the night.

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