#like you have to get on your hands and knees like PLEEEASE HEAR ME OUT PLEEEEEAAASE

[thornswoggled]

the thing is that ancient magus bride belongs up there in popularity with current fantasy favs like witch hat atelier and dungeon meshi but it completely torpedoes itself into smithereens for a western audience within the first two pages of chapter one. truly a "hear me out" hall of famer

[rafeandonlyrafe]

barrys girl

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, protected sex (yayyy!), open relationship, barrys girlfriend!reader, curvy!reader, mentions of drugs and guns, mention of possible/future threesome

“come on, bears.” you coo, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's shoulders as you call him by your favorite nickname. “you should go easy on him.”

“and why should i do that princess?” barry looks up to you, away from the scared teen shivering on the opposite couch.

“he's cute.” you coo, smiling at rafe, and then back at barry. “pleeease, bears.”

“fine.” he growls out. he doesn't mind your open relationship, it allows him to sleep around too, knowing he always has you to come back home to. the only time he doesn't appreciate it is when it gets in the way of his business deals.

“you're the best.” you press your lips against barrys, giving him a passionate kiss, putting on a full display for rafe, still worried about the money he owes, but now confused as well.

“come on.” you say, and it takes rafe a second to realize you're talking to him.

“what's going on?” he asks, long eyelashes fluttering.

“barry is gonna forgive what you owe as long as you fuck me. that is, if you want to fuck me?”

rafe looks you up and down. despite being confident with women, he can admit when someone is out of his league, and just by the way your shorts cling to your ass, he knows this is a rare opportunity.

“of course i want to.” he jumps up, knees bumping into the coffee table, making the glasses rattle.

“well thank barry then come on.” you walk into the bedroom, waiting for rafe to follow.

“isn't that your girlfriend?” rafe whispers, keeping his voice down in case you hear.

“yeah. so fuck her good, man.” barry waves him away, ready to move onto other business now that rafe is taken care of.

“thanks.” rafe says, quickly moving into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him. he takes a deep breath of relief for not having to explain yet again why he can't pay barry back.

“all good sugar?” you ask, southern accent barely licking the edges of your words, just enough to tell rafe you're not exactly from these parts.

“yeah-” rafes eyes focus, and there you are, on the bed completely naked, large tits and thick thighs all on display for him to see.

“don't be shy.” you smile softly. rafe takes a minute to admire the gorgeous features of your face, your dark eyebrows and full, rosy lips, before his eyes move lower, catching on where your legs meet.

“you gonna fuck me or what?” you spread your legs, and rafe swears he almost drools at the sight of your pussy, bare, pink, and juicy wet for him.

rafe is aware of your eyes on him as he quickly undresses, wishing he would have worked out this morning just to have even more muscles on show for you.

by the time rafe pushes his underwear down his thighs, he's already hard.

you smile approvingly at his cock before tossing a condom at him. barry is the only one who gets you raw, and same with him with other girls, it's just the code you agreed upon.

rafe slides the rubber over himself, moving over to kneel on the bed when suddenly barry bursts through the door.

“chill, country club, just gotta grab something.” he laughs when seeing the scared look on rafes face, worried he fell into some sort of trap. barry goes over to the dresser, pulling a gun out and tucking it into the back of his shorts.

“ill be back, baby.” barry now addresses you. “gotta go take care of somethin’.”

“okay, be safe bears. rafey will keep me company until you're back.” 

barry leans over the bed, unfazed by how naked you are, or rafes still hard cock resting against your bare cunt. he presses a kiss against your lips, just like he always does before leaving.

his eyes move down your body, definitely going to have to fuck you when he gets home. “so, that's what you're working with country club.” barry chuckles as rafes hands scramble to cover his cock.

“leave him alone, barry.” you roll your eyes, giving his chest a shove.

“alright, alright.” barry backs out with his hands raised, shutting the door behind him.

“he's just being a dick. still wanna fuck? if you don't i won't make you.” you sit up, placing a hand on rafes shoulder. “and i won't tell barry anything. he'll still forgive whatever you owe.”

“i-i still wanna fuck you.” rafes hands move away and you can see he's even harder after having barry see him. you make a mental note to remember that for later, for the next debt rafe inevitably ensues like all addicts do. 

you nod, flipping over onto your hands and knees. you lower your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to rafe.

his large hands grip your plump bottom, pushing your thighs farther apart to look at your pussy again.

“gonna eat it first?” you giggle, swaying your hips from side to side. “or you just enjoying the view?”

rafe doesn't answer, simply swipes a finger through your folds and brings it to his mouth, moaning when he tastes the wetness on his tongue. he wastes no more time, lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in steadily.

“fuck, that's good.” you moan, pressing your face into the mattress to silence your moans as rafe begins to move.

his eyes stay on your ass, watching the way your skin ripples with his every thrust.

“you're so hot.” rafe mumbles, making you laugh against the bedsheets, pushing yourself up to your hands as you begin to move back against rafe, meeting his thrusts.

“fuck, y/n.” you love the way your name sounds on rafes lips as his hands move up to your waist, holding you there by your soft flesh.

“harder.” you moan out. “harder, please.” 

rafe listens instantly, increasing the pace and how deep his thrusts are going, not holding back as he pounds into you.

“yeah, like that!” you moan out, listening to rafes grunts over your shoulder as he fucks you, gaining confidence with every movement.

rafe moves one hand to your ponytail, gripping your curls between his fist as he pulls your head back, making you let out a sensual whine.

“you like that?” rafe questions, hips pumping into you, but it's clear by your moans and the gush of wetness to your pussy that you like the way it feels.

rafe keeps one hand on your waist to keep you pulling back against him, not allowing you to stop or slow down, even as your legs begin to tire.

“gonna-gonna have barry watch next time.” you say, knowing it will only spur rafe on more. “then you can watch him fuck me.”

“yeah?” rafe moves faster, knees digging into the bed. “you like being passed around like a slut? might as well invite all my friends to have a go at you as well.”

“do they also owe barry money?” you joke, letting out a breathy laugh before it turns into a gasp as rafe tugs at your ponytail.

“god, you feel so- fucking warm.” rafe gasps out.

“gonna cum for me?” you question, feeling rafes cock swell inside of you.

“y-yeah.” it only takes a few more thrusts for rafe to cum with a loud moan of your name, pushing his hips as far forward as he can despite the condom blocking him from spilling inside of you.

“fuck.” rafe pulls out, regretting being finished. 

you flip over onto your back, head against the pillows with a soft, sleepy smile on your face. “you were good rafe.”

“i was good?” rafe laughs. “you… your body is incredible.”

you watch as rafe discards of the condom before putting his clothes back on.

“barry will want you to stay until he's back, do you want a snack?” you ask, getting up from the bed, still naked as rafe follows you out of the bedroom.

you eat and chat idly while waiting for your boyfriend to return, rafes eyes occasionally dropping to your tits, or watching your ass when you bend down to pick something up.

“baby, im home!” barry yells, slamming the door shut behind him as he smirks at you, seeing you completely naked and rafe still there with flushed cheeks.

“missed you, bear.” you coo, giving him a kiss that quickly turns passionate as he grips your ass, pulling you against him. by the time you're done kissing your boyfriend and need to pull away for a breath, rafe has already disappeared out of the house.

--

“where have you been dude?” kelce asks as soon as rafe arrives at the country club for their round of golf.

“dude, you'll never believe it. i just hooked up with barrys girlfriend.” rafe watches kelces face as he processes the news.

“wait, like the super thick baddie? i don't believe you, dude.” kelce rolls his eyes.

“whatever, bro.” rafe doesn't need kelce to believe him, not when he got to experience you for himself.

“come on.” rafe calls, grabbing his clubs. “we're already late!”

[megamindsecretlair]

Some Fairytale Bliss

Pairing: Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Fluff and filth. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing/mocking, cum play, dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, Daddy kink, all consensual. Referring to female anatomy as "girls".

Summary: Going through your nightly routine of getting your daughter to sleep, Stunna is a very attentive father and husband. Not only does he take care of your daughter, he makes sure he puts you to bed as well.

Word Count: 4,951k

A/N: Couldn't stop thinking about Stunna. Even after this one, I'm wondering what else I can write for this gorgeous man. Hello brainrot. LOL Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“Naw, princess, it’s time for bed,” Stunna said and laughed down at your three-year-old daughter. He got to his knees and poked her belly and then her nose. Nerriah squealed with laughter and grabbed your husband’s face with her chubby fingers.

“Pleeease,” she said and stuck her bottom lip out. Stunna laughed and shook his head. He looked over at you. 

“Why’d you teach her that?” He asked.

“She ain’t get that from me,” you said, innocently. You giggled and folded up some of Nerriah’s clothes from the latest load of laundry. 

“She ain’t come up with it by herself,” he said. He poked your daughter on the nose once more and picked her up with a grunt. 

She pouted harder and shook her head. While Stunna wasn’t looking, you pointed to your eyes. Nerriah saw you and her little head nodded, her beautiful hair in a neat tiny bun. Stunna placed her in her bed and pulled the covers over her.

She turned wider doe eyes to him and started sniffling a little bit. “But daddy,” she said.

“No buts. Big girls go to bed on time,” he said. He tucked her in and gave her a kiss on her forehead. Your heart melted seeing Stunna be such a…father. 

Your daughter managed to squeeze out a fat tear and Stunna sighed. “That doesn’t work for your mother and it ain’t workin’ for you neither. Bed time. Now,” he said. He grinned at her and tapped her nose.

She fell back on the bed dramatically and you silently giggled. You should not be encouraging your daughter like this. But you couldn’t help loving how Stunna got fed up with your shared shenanigans. 

Finished with the laundry, you picked up the basket and gave Nerriah a kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, bug,” you said.

“Night mommy!” 

Stunna waited for you at the door. He grabbed the basket from you and you sucked your teeth playfully. “Really? I can carry a basket,” you said.

“Not when I’m around. My queen shouldn’t have to worry about carrying a thing,” he said. He closed Nerriah’s door behind you. 

“Your queen, huh?” You asked. Across from Nerriah’s room, there was the laundry room. Stunna put the basket on the small folding table and then closed the door. With his hands free, he reached down and grabbed your hips pulling you closer.

You swayed as you did so and he matched you with a wide smile. His rich chestnut skin felt smooth and powerful. You placed your arms around his neck and smiled at him. “Does that mean you’re our king?” You asked.

“Naw, didn’t you hear? I’m dadddyyy,” Stunna fake whined and then planted a wet kiss on you. His sexy lips smacked as they left yours. 

“Shut up,” you said. You rolled your eyes and pushed away from him. He let you turn around but then he pulled you against him, your back hitting his chest. He moaned at the impact and dropped his head to your shoulder.

You reached your hand back to rub at his cheek and neck. “Damn girl, yo ass gettin’ fatter?” He asked.

“No!” You said. He said that same shit every day and hadn’t anything changed. A thrill still went through you at the compliment; that he paid that much attention to your body. You loved being desired by him. Lots of people were attracted to others. But to desire someone was to be in awe of their existence. To know without a single doubt that this person has everything you want to explore. 

You walked down the hall with him while he placed tiny kisses across your neck. “Hm, I’on know. Feelin’ pretty thick back here, mama,” he said. 

“Shut up,” you said. The hallway let out into the hallway. Your taste never failed to take your breath away. Thanks to Stunna always taking care of you, your little modest house was decorated exactly how you liked. Your style was uniquely yours and a hit of pride filled you looking at it.

Stunna stopped you just before the living room. He tried to pull you into your bedroom and you resisted, planting your feet in the threshold. “Nuh-uh, I got chores to finish,” you said.

Stunna pushed his hips into your ass, pinning you to the door frame. He dug his hips in harder and you felt the outline of his erection in his gray sweatpants. “Oh fuck,” a moan escaped you. 

Your pussy immediately throbbed. You licked your lips, shivering already. You knew what he was capable of. You knew how he got when he’s feeling frisky. When he needed you, he needed you right this second.

No matter what you were doing, Stunna needed relief now. If you were washing dishes, he was pulling your hips back and playing with your pussy. If you were folding laundry, he wanted you to dick warm him until he was filling you up. If you were ready to get out of the shower, he was pushing you back in and sliding right in since you were already so wet and relaxed for him. 

“Stunna, we just put the baby down,” you said.

“I know, which means she out like a light. When I saw you playing with her earlier, I couldn’t help but think,” he said in your ear. 

You rubbed his hands around your waist. “Should I be worried?” You asked.

“Naw. Got me to thinkin’ she need a sibling,” he said.

“Boy, what!” You nearly shrieked but you remembered to lower your voice. Stunna moaned and pushed his dick into the crack of your ass. You bit your lip and moaned back. 

Your body tingled. His breath fanned across your neck, hot and needy. His hand started to travel lower, sliding in between the frame and your body. His long fingers cupped your pussy and you gasped.

“We ready for another baby, what you think?” He asked. 

“How you just gon’ decide that?” You asked.

“‘Cause you lookin’ too goddamn fine in those pants and my shirt,” he said.

You wore gray lounge pants and a black T-shirt of his. Your least sexy outfit. It fit you like a snug dress but that was okay. His bulk allowed room for your curves and girls. 

“And this pussy gettin’ hot n’ ready for me,” he said. He kissed behind your ear. He brought his hands up to cup your breasts. One in each hand. He began to move his fingers, massaging your titties. He found your nipples through your fabric and started to twist them between his fingers.

His careful, deft fingers caressed over your nipples and you moaned whenever he tugged. You felt it right down to your clit. You sighed, your back bending. Your head fell into him harder and your chest poked out. 

“Lemme give you another baby,” he said. 

“Stunna, be serious. We barely got Nerriah’s schedule settled down,” you said. You always thought that after years of idle researching, you knew enough about how you wanted to raise your children. That you’d try to be fair, teach them that no means no, and if they were old enough to ask then they were old enough to know. 

Nerriah took every idea you had about kids and ripped it to shreds. She wasn’t a demon but she was a curious little thing that saw far more than her little age of three. Everything you tried with her was met with a little stern face accompanied by the question, “Why?” You had a giant attitude all throughout your pregnancy. And the little girl inherited every drop of it. 

“Stunna, c’mon , I got chores to finish before I can lay down,” you said. Your resolve was crumbling though. You couldn’t take too much more of this teasing. Your pussy was throbbing, its way of giving your flashbacks to how he behaved the night Nerriah was conceived. 

“Lay down now. C’mon,” he said. He twisted his body and since he was so much taller and stronger, he lifted you with ease. Out of the doorframe, he closed the door. He pushed you forward and you approached the bed, sighing but also giddy with excitement. It had been far too long since you two had sex. This morning may as well have been last year. 

You lifted your knee to get onto the bed, but Stunna stopped you. He pressed soft kisses into your brown skin, planting pieces of love that would sink in and claim your soul. You moaned as he lowered your pants and panties in one fell swoop.

Years of marriage and you still felt a teensy bit shy when he undressed you like this. When the lamps were still on and he’d see your entire body. You weren’t ashamed of your body, not by a long shot. He was just so gorgeous, it was like committing blasphemy whenever he saw you. Like getting dicked down by a god.

You quickly got over that as one of his favorite parts of you was revealed. He moaned and grabbed a chunk of your ass, shaking it. “That ass,” he sighed. 

You giggled and helped him by taking off your shirt. You dropped it to the ground and shook your ass for him. He pinched your ass and told you to quit playing. 

His clothes were the next to go. He slipped off the tank and sweats, no underwear. No wonder he felt so big against you, there was less fabric separating you. Naked as the day you were born, you turned in his arms and looked up at him. 

He smiled, leaning down slowly and kissing you. Once more, his wet lips pressed against yours. You moaned at the taste of him. The feel of him. You ran your hands across his shoulders and down his arms. Every corded muscle flexed under your touch as if there was a thin wall of electricity between you. 

He lowered you to the bed and you spread your legs to accommodate him. Your knees drew up to his hips and his dick slotted against your pussy. His lips found yours as he leaned against you.

Skin to skin. Chest to chest. There were no boundaries between you. He grinned against your lips. “You’ll be so damn sexy carrying my baby again,” he said. He kissed down from your lips to your chin. He landed on your chest, lips soft and sweet. 

“This sexy belly carrying it. Hmf, and the way your titties get bigger,” he moaned. He kissed his way to your titty, swirling his tongue around the nipple. 

“That’s a lot, two babies,” you said. You only half paid attention. There was nothing you wouldn’t give this man if he asked. 

“You know I take care of us,” he said. He hadn’t taken out his grills yet and they flashed some of the light on the room. He was so damn sexy. And right. When you were pregnant with Nerriah, Stunna did absolutely everything he could to make sure you had a stress-free time.

He was up with you while you puked your guts out in the morning. Rubbed your feet whenever you were tired, whether they hurt or not. He bought all kinds of baby books and read them to you to help you fall asleep because he knew you loved the sound of his voice. 

You squeezed the hell out of his hand when Nerriah was delivered, but he never complained. He championed you in the delivery room, cheering from the side because there was no way in hell you were letting him further south.

He grinned and chuckled at your foul mouth, calling him everything but a child of God as the pain was unbearable. But then Nerriah’s cries filled the room and the look on Stunna’s face was priceless. His excitement nearly rivaled yours as you finally met your child. 

Stunna suckled on your nipple and sucked a tad too hard. You cried out, looking down at him. He looked up at you and grinned. His necklace tickled your skin and you shivered despite it. 

He let go of your nipple and kissed down your belly. He placed a kiss on your lower belly and then dropped down between your legs. He lifted your thighs and placed them over his shoulder.

“Oh, that’s what I like to see,” he said. He blew across your wet pussy and you squirmed. 

His long tongue licked you from your entrance to your clit and back again. His tongue was hot and wet, slurping up your essence and causing your toes to curl. 

“Oh shit,” you moaned. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful. So fuckin’ wet,” he murmured into your pussy. You clutched his head with one hand, pushing his face into your welcoming pussy. Your other hand was above your head, clutching at the blue sheets beneath you. 

“Never get enough of this pussy,” he moaned. The bed started to shake a little as he ground his hips into the bed. 

“Oh baby,” you moaned. 

“That’s right. Let me hear how good I eat it,” he moaned. His lips ticked your pussy lips as he spoke and you threw your head back. 

Your body shivered and clenched. You gyrated your hips effectively wetting his beard. Wetting his entire lower jaw. 

Stunna used his fingers to spread you open so he could lick and suckle every inch. He sucked in a flab of meat and held on, shaking his head with a groan. 

“Shit, shit,” you moaned. 

“Mhm, how good does Daddy eat it?” He asked.

“So good. Soo good, Daddy,” you moaned. Your eyes rolled upwards towards the popcorn ceiling. 

“You fuck right I do. Ouu, what’s this,” he said. He dipped a long finger inside of you. Your pussy clenched around it. He pulled his finger out and sucked on it, moaned, and stuck his finger back in. Another one joined it and you gasped, back bowing off of the bed. 

“Let me hear it,” he said.

You moaned louder, thighs shaking on his shoulders. Your moans turned frantic as your orgasm approached. He curled his fingers ever so slightly. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” your voice squeaked. 

“Let it out baby. Let that shit out, you deserve it,” he encouraged. 

Your soul left your body as he dropped his lips back down to your clit. Your orgasm was intense, powerful. Life changing. You squeezed your eyes and star stars winked behind your eyelids.

Untold relief flooded your system, like the strongest hit of a drug. You hadn’t thought you were so wound tight but you felt none of that tension right now. You were free and unburdened. 

You clung to him as you came, your body shaking and twitching. He watched it all, licking his lips at the faces you made. Love poured from his eyes, a small grin on his face. Your gasps were deep and sweat pooled on your chest.

Stunna placed wet kisses along your body, climbing back up. He made you scoot back a bit so he could place his knees on the bed. He leaned up on one hand and looked at his handy work, your dripping pussy and the small puddle pooling underneath you and on the sheets. 

He grinned, those golds making your pussy ache. Every orgasm only made you want him more. Crave him more. Need him more. 

“We’re gonna make a baby tonight. Make sure you remember tonight, baby,” he said. 

“Really? You ready for another baby?” You asked.

“Hell yeah. Nerriah needs a sibling now. They can play together while I give them another one,” he said.

You slapped at his chest. “You so damn nasty! Who said I want three kids?” You asked. 

“Hmm, before Nerriah was born when I was digging in your guts on the couch. That weed turn you into a little nasty ass,” he said with a chuckle. 

“No it does not!” You complained. He dropped quick kisses on your stomach and ground his hips into you.

“Yes it do. Get you creamin’ and cryin’ on this dick. Until you agreein’ to give me however many kids I can plant in there,” he said. 

“Oh my god,” you said and placed your arm over your eyes. You absolutely would agree to give him whatever he wanted. Whenever his long dick was inside you, you lost all higher functioning. 

“Let’s see if we can’t get you creamier now,” he said. He grabbed his dick and slapped it against your pussy. Droplets of your arousal went flying onto the bed and onto your thighs. 

He flicked the tip of his dick against your clit and you moaned. He pushed into your entrance, groaning at how you were gripping him already. He slipped out and then pushed back in, getting deeper with every stroke.

You cried at the fullness of him, pushing into your wet heat. He pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled and groaned on every long stroke. He finally got his entire dick wet, seating it fully to the hilt.

You could barely breathe around how deeply he filled you. You were shaking, your whole body lost from your control. You whined, needing him to move. When he stayed still like this to let you get used to him, you couldn’t take it. Your body felt too good with him inside like this was home. This was where he was meant to be at all times.

It was as if his dick held all the answers to the universe. Somewhere out in the cosmos, stardust conspired to combine your souls in this life. If you believed in reincarnation, then you lived a thousand lives all echoing throughout the centuries. Finding each other, over and over, in each life cycle. 

“Fuuck, you feel so good huggin’ this dick,” he said. “Creamy as shit.” He leaned up so that he could use both of his hands. He placed one hand on your tummy, pressing down. You gasped, eyes opening wide as you felt him from both sides. He was so long, it was like he was literally digging in your guts. You were pretty sure that he was kissing your cervix. When he came, he was gonna shoot his load straight into your womb. 

Your pussy clenched around his dick and he moaned, making him stroke longer and deeper. “You feel me there?” He asked. 

You nodded. He brought his face down to look closer at you. Your eye contact made the moment even more intimate and soft. He breathed with you as you gasped, your heart thundering in your chest. 

“You sure you feel me there?” He asked. He pressed down harder on your tummy and you whined, feeling yourself get wetter for him. He noticed too, sliding in and out of you with ease. 

“Yes, Daddy. I feel you there. Oh, baby, I feel you,” you moaned. You rubbed his back. You couldn’t stop touching him, feeling him. Feel the way his shoulders moved and muscles contracted. 

Your hands snaked down to his ass and gripped his cheeks. He twitched, but relaxed right after. It took a long time and a lot of trust for him to let you grip his ass during sex. He wasn’t opposed to it, it was just the first time someone had wanted to hold him like that. To show non-verbally that he was hitting it right and how you liked it.

You pulled him into you as if he wasn’t already as deep as he could possibly go. “Oh, Daddy Long Strokes,” you moaned with a breathy giggle.

He laughed and leaned down to kiss you. “Goofy ass,” he said. He kissed you again, feeding you over and over again. 

When he retreated, your eyes widened as you felt your approaching orgasm. It crept up like a slow wave breaking the shore. “Stunna,” you whined.

“Let me feel that shit. Don’t hold it back,” he said. You listened, letting your body go and letting the orgasm crash over you. You jerked and twisted, uncontrollable moans escaping you. 

“Fuuck, squeeze Daddy’s dick. Squeeze the fuck out of it, baby. Look at you, letting me feel it. Fuck,” he groaned. 

He kept giving you long strokes until he followed behind you, grunting as he released his climax. His hot, sticky cum bathed your pussy walls and you shuddered from such a sensation. 

His face was contorted, with his mouth wide open and his eyes closed shut. He looked blissed out and totally devoted to chasing that high of pleasure. When he finished, he bit his lip and looked at you. 

He grinned. “Needed that,” he panted.

You giggled. “Even though you came this morning?” You asked.

“I love watching my dick disappear down that pretty throat, but nothing compares to when I’m deep inside you. Do you have any idea how much I fucking love you?” He asked.

You giggled, pulling him down by the neck to kiss him. He still smelled faintly like you and you licked his lips and his tongue. He stuck it out and you sucked on it. Your wet smacks were music to your ears. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around his dick and he groaned.

Aided by his cum, he began to move again. His erection got harder the more he ground into you. 

“What you think we gon’ have? A boy? Another girl?” He asked. 

“Shit,” you moaned. You scratched his back. Your nails dug into his skin as he found a pace that made you pant on every stroke. Huff and hiss and toss out curses to express how good you felt. 

Stunna licked your neck. “I feel like it’s gon’ be another little girl. One that look just like you. Cute as hell,” he said.

“Please!” You moaned. “I can’t deal with two little girls with my attitude,” you said. You felt overheated and hot. A faint sheen of sweat gathered on your brow. You curled into him, another orgasm scratching your throat.

Your ragged moans were yanked out of you with every stroke. Your pussy sucked him in with wet noises and squelches. He fucked his cum into you, deeper and deeper. You felt him in your womb. Pushing a little swimmer farther into you. 

“Every time you cum, I just wanna give you another load,” he groaned. His lips captured your nipple and his teeth nibbled on the sensitive little bud. He swirled his tongue all around the nipple, moaning and sending vibrations through your skin. 

Already, another orgasm stole your senses. Your vision cut off as you closed your eyes. Your nails dug into his skin, scratching him deep. Your hearing rang out a dull tone replacing the sounds of his moans. 

“Cum on that fuckin’ dick, baby. Let Daddy know he hittin’ it right,” he said.

“So right, so right, so right,” you echoed. He slammed into you, fucking you into the mattress. 

“Gonna keep yo sexy ass pregnant and full of my babies. Carryin’ my children. Gonna take care of you. Gonna rub your feet. And help you shower. Give you massages whenever you want. And while they in there, I’ma still make you cum so you always feel good,” he said. 

He leaned forward on his elbows and dropped more of his weight on you. His left elbow was placed near your head so he could rest comfortably on it. His right hand gripped your waist painfully and slammed you back down on his dick.

“Ou, got a big one for you,” he moaned.

“Gimme,” you whined. “Gimme that baby. I want it,” you moaned. 

You were already stuffed with his cum and your greedy ass wanted more. You wanted to completely drain his balls inside of you. Hold it in and keep a piece of him with you. 

“You want that baby?” He asked. He switched to your other nipple, suckling it into his mouth and holding on. 

“Yes! I want that baby. Fill me up, Daddy,” you whined. 

He moaned and shook, driving his hips deeper and cumming with a shout, dropping his head against your neck. He gasped and panted, out of breath and laying all of his weight on you. Hot pulses of his cum throbbed inside of you, pulsing against your snug walls. 

You cried out and twitched, rolling your eyes back. 

“That’s my beautiful baby. You take me so damn well. Pussy made for me, for fuckin’ real,” he groaned. 

He finished pulsing inside of you and sound returned to you. Nerriah was crying on the baby monitor and you groaned. How the hell were you supposed to go comfort her when you couldn’t even walk? 

Stunna wiped his sweat with the back of his arm. He grinned and gave you sloppy kisses. “I got her,” he said.

“Are you sure?” You asked. 

“Mhm,” Stunna said. He pressed small kisses into your shoulder while he slipped out of you. You groaned, already feeling so damn empty without him. Adrift. Like a piece of driftwood deep out at sea. 

He climbed off of you and out of the bed. Your legs were still stuck in the air and you hissed as you lowered them. Your thighs ached. He snatched his sweats from the ground and dressed and told you not to move. He left the room and soon, you heard him on the baby monitor. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” He asked. 

“Is mommy okay?” Nerriah asked.

“Of course, baby. Why do you ask?”

Your daughter sniffled. “I heard bad noises,” she said. 

You stifled a giggle. Lord. You weren’t as quiet as you thought. You rubbed your belly, already picturing what another child would look like. Nerriah already favored her dad in so many ways. You’d be damned if you baked another baby and it came out looking like him. 

Stunna chuckled. “Mommy is fine. We’re just play fighting,” he straight up lied. You turned to the side and buried your face into the pillow. You were traumatizing your daughter. But you couldn’t help it. You turned into an animal for your man, needing him to just live inside you at this point.

He was an incredible dad and always provided for the two of you. It was more than what he was supposed to do. He wanted to do it. He took pleasure from taking care of you and his baby girl. He loved watching her mini fashion shows as she threw together wild combinations. He loved sitting his tall ass on Nerriah’s floor, pretending to attend her tea party. 

He did draw the line at painting his nails and face though. He didn’t want to run the risk of forgetting and walking around his boys with paint all over his face in what’s supposed to be make up. He didn’t want to have to fight the first mu’fucka that tried to joke about it. 

Everything else was fair game. He rolled around the floor with her for hours, pretending to be a pony and carrying her on his shoulders. Or telling her some complicated fairytale he thought up as she slept. 

You listened to Stunna comfort Nerriah until she was sound asleep again. A moment later, Stunna reentered the room with a tired grin on his face. He saw the way you were lying down, curled up with your ass in the air. 

He closed the door and groaned, tugging down his sweats and revealing his fat dick. He stroked himself as he looked at you. “I’ma clean you up in a min, but I need one more,” he said.

You sigh mixed with a yawn as you sleepily shook your head. “Ain’t no way,” you said.

“I just wanna make sure I give you a good nut,” he begged. He climbed into the bed and placed his hands on your upturned ass. He rubbed it and you moaned as he hit deep knots and proceeded to rub them out.

Your body instantly came awake, tilting your ass to meet his masterful hands. “You did, I swear,” you moaned.

His hands felt so damn good kneading your skin. Massaging the little balls of tension you tended to carry around unintentionally. How did he manage to find these spots? You rubbed your thighs all the time. You couldn’t find half the places he did. He always knew when to dig in and when to ease up.

You sighed and groaned into the massage. Your brain turned to mush and relaxed into the bed. You loved his hands on you. Those big, strong hands meant to protect you. “I love you,” you whispered. You were too full of the emotion. Simmering with the feeling that he was yours for eternity. That you’d find him again and again in the next life. 

“I love you too,” he said. He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Love you so much. My girls are my only reason for breathing. And I can’t wait to add to our family. You’re the only thing I need in my life to feel whole,” he whispered against your lips. 

He slipped inside anyway and you groaned softly. You’d never get tired of him. Tired of him deep inside you and making you groan and shiver. Elicit all kinds of dirty, filthy sounds with just a stroke. You felt loved. Cherished. Worshiped. 

“Gonna spend the rest of my life making you the happiest woman in the world.”

You giggled and looked at him. “I’m already the happiest and luckiest woman in the world.” You sealed your words with a kiss, contracting around his dick and cumming in unison with him. 

You wouldn’t trade this shit for the life of you.

The Secret Big Stunna Files

[urfavdyke2]

some food for the horny dykes who need some powerplay, scissoring and a brat ofc

enjoy!

laying down watching a scary movie with her. She’s all big and masculine but shes actually just a baby whos scared of everything, I’ll let her hide her face in my neck, feeling her breathing right on me. id run my hands through her hair, give it a tug by the roots and tell her to watch the movie. she does as i say (such a good girl) after a few minutes i feel her hands grab at my pants. ‘please, can i just- please ill be quiet’ i dont want to give her the satisfaction of her hearing how out of breath her whines get me, i nod and help take my pants off. she slides down onto her knees infront of me and spreads my legs a little. shes eats me like a starved women, even though she said she’d be quiet, i can hear her tongue on my pussy, her moans vibrating through my body. she circles my clit with the tip of her tongue, her long finger sinks into me while she starts to flick my clit with that fucking tongue. ‘mhm im gonna cu-aah-mm’ she shoves her face in my pussy to hid her smirk, i feel myself release on her tongue. the movies is still on, just background sound now. i give her a kiss and pull her up and lay her down on the couch.

‘let me make you feel good baby’

‘yes please’

‘yes please what?’

‘yes please make me feel good mommy’

‘that’s a good girl’

i grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off, my tits are free (free the nipple) and begging to be sucked. she immediately lifts her head to get closer to my chest, i just giggle and push her down.

‘no touching, keep your fucking hands to yourself’

i ignore the huff that falls from her lips, so pink, so pretty.

i shuffle down so that im sitting on top of her lap

‘can i take them off?’

‘mmph’

‘words’

‘yes please take them off mommy’

i undo her jeans and tug her boxers down. i look up at her to see her eyes filled with hazy lust and need. i lick a looong stripe along her slit and bring my lips to her clit and suck softly, desperate to hear her moans as i lick her. i see her mouth open and i decide to stick my 2 fingers in her mouth, shes shocked by my movement but starts sucking them immediately.

‘such a good girl aren’t you baby, didnt even need to tell you to suck my fingers’

she whines in response and i giggle at her predicament. i remove my fingers from her mouth and bring them to her pussy, which is dripping with absolute need. i start sucking her clit harder, rolling it in my mouth and nibbling on it to see how she likes it, she loves it and i decide its time.

‘pleeease’

‘aw cute begging baby, do it some more’

‘please fuck, just put your fingers in me, i need it, i need to feel you filling me up, please’

‘fuck’ i grumble under my breath, i cant say no to her.

i sink my fingers knuckle deep in her pussy, watching her eyes widen and close from the relief of being filled , i continue this for a while, my fingers deep in her cunt, hitting all the spots she wants me to, i listen to her instructions, i want to lean her body, know what makes her tick, makes her moan. as soon as i feel her cunt clench around my fingers, i take them out and clean them up with my own tongue. she has no idea why ive stopped until she sees my shifting around.

‘fuuuuuck yes mommy please use my cunt,please put your pussy against it and cum all over her’

our legs slot together like goddamn puzzle pieces and i moan in a low tone. i lean my head back in pleasure and she takes this chance to switch control.

i find myself pinned down by the shoulders, her pussy still kissing mine.

‘you’ve been too bossy for my liking’

‘oh shut up you love it’

‘not when i get teased’

‘youre such a fucking bottom, you were just begging for my fingers a few moments ago, but noooow you have a problem? you know, i think you need to learn your fucking plac-‘

a loud smack rings through the apartment. and then a loud moan follows.

‘i cant believe you just fucking moaned from getting slapped. you really are more pathetic than i thought’

‘oh shut the fuck up’

she grabs my face, her clit touching mine for a blissful second before it disappears. her hair is loose and hanging over her and she oozes dominance and i will willingly give her anything she wants from me.

she squeezes my cheeks and releases them again.

‘you need to learn your place, you think you can top me once and now youre daddy? no no baby, i think you need to remember who makes you cum, who decides when you cum, youre mine baby, got that?’

‘i had you moaning like a goddamn bitch in heat, dont act all tough, you know how good i make you feel, you crave me, you crave my sounds, my taste, my body,, you crave all of me, i should bend you over and beat the brat out of yo-’

another slap is placed on my face, shutting me up for a moment. i feel weight lift off of me and my first thought is

i am oh so fucked (hopefully)

before i can whine or complain i feel my panties being shoved into my mouth, stopping all sounds from falling out.

‘much better, ill just shut you up for now until i wanna use your mouth, now let me ride this pretty pussy till MY cum is all over her’

‘yes fuck anything you want, please use my cunt’ is what i try to say, it comes out as more of a

‘uuef uh uhnyhin uo ant, ease eus m cun’

‘god you sound pathetic baby, cant even speak anymore, thats okay baby, all you need to do is be good for me ’

i immediately grind my pussy against hers, desperate to show her how quickly i have her falling apart on my fingers, even if im not on top. i need to see her crumble on top of me, no matter who’s on top, no matter who’s got the power, i am the one to make her cum, only me. her hands find my neck, her warm hands begin to roam my skin, i whine, she knows i struggle to focus on stuff when its her touching me, shes so trying to get on my nerves. out of spite i ground up, her hands falter for a second before i feel the on my hips, her fingers gripping me so hard, ill probably be bruised tomorrow.

‘dont try to make me cum whore, you dont deserve it’

i nearly moaned at her filthy fucking words but i need to save some face, i nodded sheepishly. her one hand leaves my hip and grabs my face, roughly taking the panties from my gagged mouth.

she mimics me best she can (with that stupid smirk too)

‘words’

i groan and say ‘i dont deserve to make you cum’

‘and who are you saying that to?’

‘you’

‘who am i?’

‘mmhmpm’

she grabbed me by the hair and lifts me up, mavovering around so that im laying on my stomach with my ass in the air. she slap my ass with one hand and lean over me, in my ear with a husky voice she says

‘who. am. i’

every bratty remark or disobedient thought have been replaced by her. daddy. her. all of her.

‘dadddy’

she laughs, deeper, more gruff now, my good behaviour must really turn her on. she flips me over again, her manhandling is just getting me wetter. we resume the original position, cunt to cunt, molding together. her hand is placed on my hip while the other is wrapped around my throat. she just keeps getting hotter and hotter.

she starts to move, her hips finding a pleasing rhythm, one that makes her whimper and her nose scrunch a bit, you look down at me with those gorgeous fucking eyes, ‘be still, and dont cum till i say so’

i knew in that moment that this was going to be the most difficult thing i’ll ever do. she left her lust take over, i tried to ignore how her mouth fell open and how her brows furrowed or the sweat that was collecting on her forehead, i didnt even notice the way her forearm was flexing and trying not to choke me too hard. i was doing just fine until i heard her voice above me.

‘watch how fucking needy for your cunt is for me angel’

my eyes hesitantly found their way down to our drowning pussies, she must’ve looked down too because i hear a soft ‘fuck’ from her, she starts rubbing harder, clenching her eyes even tighter as she chases her high, im close too, just a minute longer and ill cum too. but shes too far gone, she pushes me down my back and i watch as her tits bounce as she rides out her orgasm on my cunt, i am thrumming with need but this is about her, and all i can focus on is how her chest raises and falls, how her clit is still touching mine, how the sounds that leave her lips make me want to do sinful acts to her and i just have to sit there and take it, no touching, just watching.

her orgasm came down, she flopped onto me, our sweaty bodies tangled together, she giggled and glance up at me

‘round two?’

[haunted-xander]

Finally. Finally she had found the exit, the end of this hellish labyrinth she'd been pushed into. Everyone is waiting for her to save them, she needs to hurry...!

She placed her still usable hand on the doorknob, hope and anxiety swirling in her chest. What if I'm too late...? What if Enoshima-san have already gotten to them? What if-

Pushing those thoughts aside, she twisted the doorknob.

As light poured out into the dreary hallway she came from, she swore she saw them all standing there, smiling warmly at her as if to say; You did it, Nanami-san. You saved us. Thank you. Even the image of Chisa was smiling and welcoming her with open arms. ...Ah, that's right! Yukizome-sensei, she-

Her eyes adjusted and the image disappeared. Instead, what stood before her was a cold, empty room with turned-off screens lining the walls. The feeling of anxiety that had swirled in her chest now threatened to devour her. Where...? "Where is everyone? ...Enoshima-san! Where are they?! Wha-" She paused to breathe, "What did you do to them?! Hey, Enoshima-san! Answer me!" As she yelled at the screens, she fell down to her knees and gasped in pain.

"Ooooh my GOOOOD~! Nanami-senpai just look at you! That look of utter despair... Ah~ I just can't get enough!" Obnoxious laughter filled the room, as the screens turned on. "You look so goddamned miserable it's almost enough to make ME pity you! AAHHAHAHAHAHA WOULDN'T THAT JUST BE FUCKING HILARIOUS?!" The voice turned saccharine, "Buuut since you were such a good wittle senpai, I'll be a nice girl and give you a reward!" One of the screens extended and stopped in front of Chiaki. "As a reward for surviving my execution, I will allow you to witness your fellow students' last moments of sanity."

The screen up-front switched footage, now showing a similar room to the one she was in with her classmates staring dazedly at the screens covering the room in an ominous red light. Chiaki prepared her voice to call out when- "Oh by the way, they can't like, hear you or anything. I already cut the audio feed so now all they see is a red screen signaling your death." Her words choked up. And then, "My... death? They think I'm dead? But I'm... right here..." Light sobbing filled the air as her voice faded out. The faint feeling of tears rolling down her face didn't even register.

"Awwww, is miss cwass rep cwying now? That won't do, that won't do at all! You're not crying nearly as much as you're stupid fucking hopeless heart should be! C'mooon senpai~ Show me that beautiful despairing face of yours~ I need some relief senpai, won't you pleeease help me~?" Junko's rapidly tone-shifting voice snaps Chiaki out of her daze.

"...I won't..." Junko snapped to attention, clearly intrigued. "Hmmm? What's that? You won't?" Using her less injured arm, Chiaki attempted to push herself up, "I won't... fall for your despair! I will never, ever give up on my classmates! No matter what... I will... sa...ve... th......"

Right as she passed out, she swore she felt eyes staring into her back.

[buckyalpine]

I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something already😂😅

I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry 😒 it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of her😉) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo 😂) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.

Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen 🥺🙏🙏 I can even beg on my knees for this if you want

Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.

18+ Minors dni  "Buck"

"Bucckyyyyyy"

"Buchanan!"

Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.

"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.

"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.

"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"

"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.

"Perv"

"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"

"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.

"What else have you been craving baby?"

You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...

You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.

"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"

3 orgasms later 

You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, they’d felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm. 

Over the next two weeks your cravings hadn’t ceased. He’d quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didn’t seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be. 

You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep. 

When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Bucky’s heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? He’d dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening. 

"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. “Mommy might not even know yet, but I do” Bucky’s eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. “We’ll talk later, mama needs her rest” 

Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.

It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly. 

“Do you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AM” Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerry’s in the middle of the night. You’d fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face. 

A number of conversations had taken place that month. 

“Mama doesn’t need chocolate covered oreos”

“Do you have daddy’s super hearing? I hope so, other wise I’m talking to myself” 

“I understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, don’t you think?”

“You’re going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fed” 

The entire month, Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous you’d look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....

Him drinking from you.      

“She’ll keep me well fed too” 

*****

“Y/n?” Bucky’s arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, “What do you think about getting married?” 

“Hmm, I’d say if someone asked me” You giggled, pecking a kiss to Bucky’s nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making. 

“Would you want to move in with me? Permanently?” 

“I already basically live with you Bucky, but it’d make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as well” 

“W-what about having babies?” 

“I’ve always wanted to have two” You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Bucky’s running around. 

“With me?” He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldn’t want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard. 

“Of course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?”

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, he’d never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes. 

“Why are you asking me all this baby?” 

“Because...” Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. “You’re pregnant baby” 

“H-how do you know” You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Bucky’s arms while he held you close to him. You didn’t have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual. 

“I can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when you’re asleep” 

Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces. 

“I’m pregnant?” 

Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full. 

“You’re pregnant angel, my sweet baby”

A few weeks later 

“C’mon, are you sure you don’t want any?” Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. You’d just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple.  

“I can make you a cocktail” Tony suggested, but you shook your head again. 

“Why not” Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Bucky’s hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress. 

“Cause I’m pregnant” 

Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug. 

“I call God father!” 

[dokoni-mo]

k.. kiss Vader? Without his helmet? Pleeease? 😫🥺

OKAY ANON I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW,, i saw this in my inbox like RIGHT as i was walking into lunch and oh my god i was thinking about it the wholeass time my hands were shaking i couldnt even focus

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

"(Y/N), It seems you have forgotten the terms of our agreement."

Tapping the last few translucent buttons on your holopad, you pushed the device out of your field of view, looking up at him with a raised brow. Your back was against the ground, your knees bent at acute angles next to his feet as you lied on the white, hard ground. It was a tight fit in there with both you and the sith lord, his meditation chamber clearly not designed to fit two people. You were lucky that you weren't claustrophobic, otherwise you would have wanted out a long time ago. Even if it meant spending less time with him. Admittedly, it was also quite boring in there. You knew it was designed for meditation, but still. Thankfully you remembered to bring something with you to keep you entertained.

"What?" you questioned, "There's no way I was being that loud! I haven't even said anything!"

Lord Vader didn't do so much as crack open an eye as he heard your complaints, sitting as still as a statue as he continued to try and meditate. The mask of his helmet loomed overtop of the sith as he sat there, waiting for him to adorn it once again.

He let out a soft rumble, "No. But it is that device that is."

A groan escaped your lips as you turned off the holopad and set it down next to you on the ground, using your elbows so that you could push yourself up into a sitting positon to look at him better.

"I'm not trynna disturb you, Vader. I wanna spend time with you, but it's just really boring in here! You made it sound a lot better than it actually is."

"Perhaps that was my scheme all along."

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you leaned your body forward so that you could use your legs to push yourself up, your hands against the walls of the chamber to steady your balance. Taking a tiny step forward, you slipped yourself down to the sith, gently sliding yourself so that you were seated in his wide, strong lap. Resting your hands on either one of his shoulders, you smiled up at him as he cracked open his blueish-yellow eyes to observe you. Seeing you so close to him, he instinctively placed his large, gloved hands on your waist, helping you to stay in place upon him.

"This most certainly was not part of the agreement." He rumbled out to you, making you hear the faint note of his true voice that lingered whilst he didn't have his helmet on.

You breathed out a small laugh, "Well, I'm altering the deal. Wonder who I got that from?"

Letting out another rumble of approval, the sith watched as your eyes darted around his face, making note of the slight glimmer in your expression.

"I wish I got to see you like this more often." You whispered to him, lifting up one of your hands to cup his scarred cheek, "You're very handsome, yknow. It's not fair you get to see my face all the time and I rarely see yours."

"There's no need to flatter me, dearest."

You rolled your eyes playfully again, breathing out a smile, "Stop that, you know I mean it."

Lord Vader lifted up one of his gloved hands to your face, brushing away all the hair that concealed it whilst the other squeezed tighter against your side.

"You are quite the oddity, (Y/N)."

"And you, Lord Vader, are the most stubborn man in the Galaxy."

Bringing up your other hand to cup the other side of his face, you leaned down closer to the sith, closing your eyes as you dipped your neck down to press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. Yours were much fuller and smoother than his scarred and burned ones, but you didn't seem to mind. In fact, you thought it only added to the experience. Lord Vader's kiss was unlike every other person's in the Galaxy.

And you were the lucky one that got to experience them.

[p0et-is-my-persona]

Fine.

Pairing: Shota Aizawa x Gn!Reader

Summary(?): Your friend was friends with Nemuri Kayama. (Friend's Name) and Nemuri wanted both of you to get together with somebody, ANYBODY! After they realized you and Aizawa had some potential they made a blind date. You caved in and stated that if this went bad significant other hunting was over.

Warnings: Cursing, Spoilers (???)

A/n: I have to accept I'm probably going to write for Aizawa full-time but that doesn't bother me too much. I still want to write for other characters. Wish you all well upon reading this.

"Pleeease?" (Friend's name) begged, "I didn't know he would be such a prick."

"That's what happens when you look at just their man-tits and face" You shouted from across the house after you finished changing your clothes from a date gone sour.

You hear them walking down the hallway towards your room

Click Clack Click Clack

Knock nickty knock.

"Come in."

"I am on my hands and knees, begging you to go on a date with this guy."

You hesitate, your friend just put you through a traumatizing first date. Why not squeeze some info out of them right?

"Hm... tell me about him. Then I'll consider it." You were testing your luck here, as (Friend's name) wasn't too keen on giving information on these guys.

"Fine." (Friend's name) whined if this was the only way to get you off their hands so be it.

'YES!' was the first thing thought. You always wanted to know what to expect before meeting the man you were going to go out with.

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"You want me to what?" The confusion mixed with some anger in his voice was quite intimating to even other pro hero's.

"Go on a date with them!" Nemuri's eyes look like she put glitter in them or something.

"When? And more importantly why?"

*Silence*

"Saturday at 8:00 pm. Why? Because you are a grown-ass man and that last time you went on a date was in middle school!"

"Alright, I forfeit to your 'amazing' match-making skills. Also, Saturday is tomorrow I hope you know that." Shota was always quick with his comments.

"I do know that that's why I start tomorrow on making you look presentable!"

--------------------------Time Skip *Le Gasp*-----------------------------

"Are you Y/n?" A rather good-looking man with dark hair and a scar below his right eye asked.

"Yep. I presume you are Shota?"

"You are correct."

"Nice to meet you!"

"Feelings mutual."

The two of you were seated by a large glass window/wall where fresh raindrops remained.

You had learned quite a bit about Shota. He likes cats, He is a math teacher at a high school, He has a daughter who is 7, and he loves those close to him will all of his heart and will protect them with his life.

He knew he needed to be careful with what information was and wasn't shared. It was difficult you seemed truly genuine in your interest in him. That still doesn't mean that you couldn't be a villain.

Shota had been walking you to (Friend's Name)'s car. You were about to open the passenger's door to leave but you paused.

"Hey...Do you want my number?" You asked almost embarrassed.

"Um...Yeah, that'd be nice." He could feel the heat on his face. Before he knew it you were done writing your number on a slip of paper.

"Here you go" handing it to him.

"Thanks....I'll text you tomorrow."

"Sounds good" you open the passenger car door

"Bye!" you say enthusiastically

"Bye." He says with a small smile on his face.

*Car door closing sound*

---------------------------------In the car----------------------------------

"Sooo....how was it?" Your friend asks.

"Well," You could barely stop yourself from giggling.

"-I gave him my number a-"

"YOU GAVE HIM YOUR NUMBER?!?!"

"Yeah..."

"WOOOOOOO!!!"

"(Friend's Name). My turn to talk." You say trying to get your friend to calm down so you can finish.

"It was wonderful. Thank you."

"No problem."

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A/n pt.2: I DID NOT think it would take about a month to get this fic out. Yet again school is ✨amazing✨.

[baby-dr1ver]

Hi love! For kinktober can request Bucky with prompt #6 and maybe with a pegging kink?

hi! yes yes a million times yes! 

The first time he brought it up to you, he was nervous-fidgety. “I mean-I just-it’s an idea really, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” Bucky said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You were skeptical at first, and had many questions. What if it hurt? What if I go to far? WHat if- he silenced me with a hand. “We’ll plan it out, go through the motions, and have the right materials.” You sighed but agreed. 

Bucky was a bushing mess when you said yes. He kissed you on your head and promptly shared your shared apartment. That’s when you got to work-you got on your computer and bought, lube, strap-on, ties, and lotion. You wanted to prepare as possible-you couldn’t risk hurting Bucky…...too much.

The items came in three days later in a package. You immediately ran to your shared room and tried everything on. The new lingerie, and the strap on-you had to admit, you felt pretty hot and powerful. Bucky would be home soon so, you put your clothes back on, and started on dinner. You pulled your phone out on put on you playlist labeled ‘Bucky’ filled with 50’s songs, and whisked your way around the kitchen. You were so invested-placing things in the oven, mixing the cake batter, you didn’t even hear Bucky walking through the door. 

“In other words, pleeease be truuuuuue” Bucky came up behind you and held your waist. “In other words,” He leans down in your ear. “I love you” You giggled and leaned back into his embrace-sighing at the warmth. 

“Hi” He said almost timidly. 

“Hi baby” 

You swayed side to side for a moment before you spoke up again, “Go sit, I’ll get our plates ready.” You pat his arm as you move away., listening to his footsteps move towards the table. You come back a moment later with two plates of lasagna in your hand, and you set one down on Bucky’s side before doing the same to yours. 

Mid way through your meal you spoke up, “So want me to fuck your ass tonight?” That made Bucky literally choke. Once he caught his breath, “Are you serious?” You put your fork down, “I shouldn’t have phrased it that way but, yeah why not?” YOu shrugged.

Bucky sighed and thought for a moment. “Okay, yeah let’s make a plan.” It was your turn to be shocked. 

Once you laid out every detail about what was going to happen, you told Bucky to go wait in your room, naked. He quickly scampered off throwing clothes off as he went, which you inevitably picked up. Walking in, seeing Bucky spread out, hard and panting made you feral. You threw off your clothes, revealing your lingerie and strap-on that made Bucky gasp. You placed your knee on the bed, looming over him, looking as powerful as ever. 

You bent down and left kisses from his knee all the above his aching dick, you licked around his head for a moment-letting the tension build before taking him fully into your mouth. Bucky was big, maybe not in length but he made up for it in girth. He stretched your mouth so wide it hurt. You fiddled with him for a bit before pulling off of him and stripping your clothes. Little did he know that you were wearing your strap-and that made him weak. He moaned at the sight of you stark naked, stroking your cock. “Turn over baby boy” and he did so without hesitation. 

You started to get nervous, and Bucky could tell. “You know you can still pull out right-pun nit intended” You giggled slightly, “No no I’m fine” 

With that, you grabbed the lube and applied some onto your fingers. You tentatively slide them along his ass, before starting to push 2 of them in. Bucky tensed up at the intrusion, but quickly relaxed when you started to fist his hard dick. 

Once you felt like he was open enough, you let your strap glide around his cheeks before gently starting to push in. It took you a minute, but you were in and Bucky was comfortable. 

You started with small thrust, building up the tension-listening to Bucky quietly whimper into the sheets. When your hips went back, his hand reached for your hip and roughly shoved your cock in him. “Please I need you-now” This put you in action-

By the time, he came with a ferocious moan, his ass was sore. Bucky laid flat on the bed, cum leaking on the bed sheets and marks littered his back and thighs. You ran to the bathroom and grabbed some lotion and a warm towel. You touched it to his aching cock, he tensed up, “Easy Buck, just cleaning you up.” He relaxed for a moment, and felt you soothing his bruises and scratches. He lifted his head up, and moaned out “mmm love you, so much’ 

You just laughed and turned the lights off, tucking him in. “I love you too Buck.”

[nextdoor-neighbors]

Shrunk

Request: Can I request a Fred x reader fic. Maybe George pulled a prank on her and shrunk all he school uniforms and Fred gets real turned on at the sight of her in knee high socks and a shirt skirt and is embarrassed to admit it. He gets mad at the boys ogling over her and gets jealous! Smut maybe?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Oral (male receiving)

“No. Way.”

You hear Hermione stifle a giggle from behind you. “It’s not...that bad.”

You turn around, away from the mirror to face your friend, tugging down your skirt as much as you can without ripping the fabric. “Look me in the eye and say that again, Hermione.”

Hermione looks you up and down from her seat on the edge of her bed, clearly trying to hold back her grin. “I can’t do that.”

You groan loudly, throwing your head back. George Weasley thought it would be funny to prank you - as he and his twin often did, considering you’re good friends with Ron - only this time, he pranked you by himself, which resulted in all of your school clothes being shrunk. All of them.

“This is so embarrassing,” you sigh, looking at yourself once more in the mirror. Maybe you could just fake being sick and skip all your classes until you figured out a way to fix this. Yet at the same time, you needed to go confront George.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N. The worst that’ll happen is everyone staring at you,” Hermione says, pushing herself off of her bed and looking at you again.

“That’s, like, my worst nightmare, ‘Mione.”

Hermione giggles. “I know, but the longer you stand here and stare at yourself, the later we’re going to be for breakfast. So come on, I promise it’ll be okay.”

You hesitantly follow her out of the dorm, shrugging your robe on and holding it tightly around you, because thankfully, it was the one article of your school uniform that George left alone.

Once you arrive at the Great Hall for breakfast, you notice that mostly everyone is already there, apart from you, Hermione, and a few other stragglers. The two of you head to your spots at the Gryffindor table, where it looks like Ron and Harry saved you seats between them, which also happen to be right across from the twins.

Ron, per usual, was stuffing his face with food, but stopped long enough to say, “Took you two long enough to show.”

“We couldn’t help it, Y/N was having some... issues with her uniform,” Hermione says, and you feel yourself blush deeply as George starts laughing.

“What, did you prank Y/N without me?” Fred says to his twin in disbelief. 

George grins in response, turning to you. “Why don’t you show us, Y/N?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, your face practically burning with your blush at this point.

“Pleeease, I need to at least admire my handiwork before I fix it,” George replies, giving you his puppy dog eyes, which he knows you can’t resist.

You roll your eyes and get up off the bench, pulling open your robe so that your too-tight shirt and too-short skirt are fully on display for your friends. George bursts out laughing, which draws attention from other tables, so people’s heads start turning. You pull your robe back closed, hopefully, before too many people saw.

“Bloody hell,” Ron mutters in awe, which earns him a smack on the arm from Hermione.

“Oh, shut it, Ronald.”

Your gaze shifts to Fred, whose face - much to your surprise - is as equally as red as yours.

“You’ll fix it, right?” you say to George, who exchanges a look with Fred before turning his attention back to you.

“Yeah, eventually.”

“George,” you hiss, momentarily looking back to Fred, who has his gaze fixed on you. Once you sit back down, you cross your legs tightly, trying to ignore the feeling that the look in his eyes is giving you.

“I’m only joking, Y/N. Of course I’ll fix it. However-” he glances over his shoulder at the other house tables, where you see several of your classmates whispering amongst each other, “-I think quite a few people already got a good look at you.”

“Dammit,” you mutter. You can’t help but glance up at Fred again. He isn’t looking at you anymore, but you still notice that his expression has changed, and he looks rather annoyed now.

George was right, though, because throughout the day, you face many comments in the halls, especially after you get distracted by a conversation with Harry on the way back to the Gryffindor common room at the end of the day and accidentally let your robes fall open.

“Nice uniform, Y/N!” a boy from the year above you calls across the hall, sending a wink in your direction.

“Oh, shove off!” a voice says from behind you, and you turn around in surprise to see Fred Weasley, shooting a death glare towards the boy.

“Uh, I’ll catch up with you later, Harry,” you say.

“Can I talk to Fred for a minute? Alone?” you ask George, who agrees and heads off to the common room, as well.

“What is it, Y/N?” Fred asks, annoyance clear in his tone after you pull him into an empty corridor.

“What’s your deal? You’ve looked annoyed all day. I’m not upset by the prank, you know. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but I’m not mad at George or anything, plus he said he’d help fix it-” you abruptly stop rambling, your cheeks flushing as Fred looks you up and down.

“That’s not it,” he says, quieter this time, his eyes still searching your body. You’re very aware of the way your shrunken shirt strains against your chest and how there’s quite a bit of skin of your thighs exposed between where your skirt falls and where your knee-high socks end. But under Fred’s gaze, you don’t feel uncomfortable.

“Then what is it?” you ask, matching his quiet tone.

His face reddens, much to your amusement. You’re not used to seeing this side of Fred.

“It’s...it’s the boys who’ve been ogling you all day.”

Your heart somersaults as you bite your lip gently, Fred’s eyes trained on the movement.

“And what about them?”

Fred doesn’t respond for a moment, pressing his lips tightly together in his hesitation.

“I don’t like them looking at you like that. I want to be the only one to look at you like that.”

Your breath hitches slightly at his words, shock and excitement and desire all flooding through you at once. You never knew Fred was attracted to you, but jealous Fred? Even better. You feel more confident than you ever have before with your new knowledge, and for this reason, you decide to act on it.

After sending a look either way down the hall to check for any professors or students, you grab Fred’s arm and pull him into the nearest broom closet.

“Y/N, what are you-”

You cut him off with your lips, pushing him back against the wall of the small closet and kissing him hungrily. He responds almost instantly, meeting your passion with his own, his hands sliding under your short skirt and coming to rest on your ass.

After a minute more of snogging and Fred getting rather handsy, you drop down to your knees and start unbuckling his belt. He watches you, eyes dark with lust, as you pull down his pants and boxers to see that he’s already incredibly hard.

Fred breathes your name as you don’t hesitate to take him into your mouth, wrapping his hands in your hair. His low moans make you wet as you bob your head with increasing speed, taking as much of him as you can handle.

You feel him tighten his grip on your hair as he mumbles, “I’m gonna cum, Y/N.”

He releases into your mouth with a low groan and you swallow, wiping your hand across your lips as you stand up. Fred looks down at you, his lips slightly parted with a small smirk playing on them.

“You’re good at that, y’know. But now it’s my turn to show you what I’m good at,” he says breathily, winking at you, but you place your hands gently on his chest to stop him before he does anything.

“Take me back to your room first,” you practically whisper.

“Absolutely. But I have one request, for when we do get to my room.” Fred pulls up his boxers and pants, putting his belt back on and gazing down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Which is?” you prompt him, not sure what he’s about to say.

He grins wickedly, placing his hand on the door handle, speaking to you before he opens the door. 

“The skirt stays on while I fuck you.”

[cvtqr]

you only need me and i only need you

pairings; eren jaeger x f!reader 

notes; here's a request i turned into a little one shot because i liked the idea ahh but the actual request is here

content warning; manipulation, eren being toxic and rough

“babe you told them 7:30, right?”

you stood in front of the kitchen counter mixing up some onion dip and pouring some chips into a bowl, preparing for all your friends to come over. 

“i don't get why they all have to come over here. aren't i just enough for you? i could tell them you got sick and we could have some fun on our own if you know what i mean.” he came up behind you and snuck his hands around your waist before you pushed him off and walked over to the fridge 

“c’mon er’, don't be like that.” 

you walked back over to him now carrying a few bottles of beer

“i bet you just wanna see jean.”

“i had a crush on jean in tenth grade. will you ever let that go? now be a good boy and go get the case of water from my car, hm?”

rolling his eyes at the nickname he grabbed your keys and headed outside the front door.

a few minutes later he walked back in, with the addition of all your friends.

mikasa, armin, sasha, connie, jean. 

the same people you've been with all throughout middle school and high school. you guys were a close knit group, but often had other friends come and go. 

the night went by fast. sasha trying to eat all the food, eren and jean getting into arguments over the tiniest things, you and mikasa lecturing eren on why he needs to control his temper. now it was about 11pm, the time you guys reserved for playing the wii like children.

“ah shoot i have the extra controller in my car. ill go run out and get it.”

“ill go with you y/n. its dangerous for someone as pretty as you going into a parking garage this late.” said jean standing up from the floor. “might need someone to protect you.” he chuckled out

“i think i can protect my pretty girlfriend, jean.” 

knowing how eren could get you were quick to deny jeans offer

“that's very considerate of you jean, thank you.” 

eren walked over to the door with your keys, eyeballing jean the whole way there.

“tch” jean plopped down onto the couch 

right when you got to the car eren pushed you up against it, gripping your face.

“let him call you pretty again and see what happens.”

“he was just being thoughtful eren.”

he leaned closer to your face. you could barely see him, but the faint light of the garage lamppost lit up the side of his face.

“no. he just wanted to get away alone with you. maybe try and get into your pants?” 

“n-no. jeans not like that.”

“really? because connie tells me all the time about the way he talks and fantasizes about you.”

lies lies lies 

he let go of your face, pulling you into a warm hug.

“you see baby? this is why i don't like them around you. you only need me and i only need you.”

back at the apartment everyone played games for a little bit, you and eren pretending like nothing happened in the parking lot.

you somewhat didn't believe eren about what he said about jean. yeah, he always gave you attention but you never thought about it in that way. you thought he was just being playful. but you also didn't want eren to think that you didn't trust him.

“we should watch a movie, this is getting boring.”

everyone turned their attention to eren, who's now laying back on the couch with his arms thrown behind his head and leg resting on his knee.

after a few minutes of debating, everyone settled on a horror movie. you got up to shut the lights off before sitting back down next to eren. the main couch fit you, eren, jean, and mikasa. connie and sasha were platonically cuddling on the love seat, while armin layed on his blanket bed, wrapped in his futon. 

needless to say the movie was boring.

close to the end of it, you were laying down sideways, your head down on eren’s lap. jean ended up falling asleep, resting his head onto your waist. it was unintentional of course, but eren did not like it at all.

he leaned his head down to your ear

 “push him off of you. now.” 

“eren no, he's sleeping just leave him.” you whispered back.

eren let out a loud sigh which blatantly caught everyone awakes attention.

“y/n just said she's cold, im gonna go with her to get a sweatshirt.” eren whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear

“hm?”

“lets go.” 

eren pulled you up and placed you onto the floor before getting up himself.

he woke jean up in the process, but he barely even realized anything was happening before flipping over back to sleep.

after turning the hallway, he pushed you right into the bathroom instead of the bedroom.

“eren what-”

he quietly closed the door before roughly putting his lips onto yours.

“i think you need a reminder of who owns you.” 

he grabbed your wrists, pinning them against the wall.

“eren, i, i know im yours i was just letting him sleep.”

“after what i told you before? youre just giving him what he wants. you should know better than that. have i taught you anything, dumb girl?”

all you could do was try and squirm out of his grip, looking him up in the eyes.

“no! i know better, i swear!”

eren let out a deep chuckle before turning the both of you, bending you over the bathroom counter.

“so you don't want to be reminded?”

he moved his hands down to your clothed cunt

“it seems like you do to me, baby. but if you don't of course i could go back into the living room and leave you to yourself.”

“no! no, i need to be reminded. pleeease eren!”

“hm, i really have almost turned you into the perfect good little girl.”

he pulled down his pants enough to let his cock spring out before removing your own sweats. 

pushing your panties to the side, he pushed himself right into you.

“you still don't deserve prepping though, not after you didn't listen to me.”

he thrusted into you rough and quick. it hurt.

the pain quickly turned into pleasure though, when eren had to throw his hand over your mouth before you moaned too loud. 

he had your hands pinned behind your back, and with the hand covering your mouth, he lifted your head up into the mirror.

god, you looked like a train wreak

the mascara you were wearing from before was now running down your face, while eren’s large hand gripped your mouth shut.

“you look so pretty like this. fuuuck i wish i had my phone so i could take a picture.” 

from your teary eyes, you could see the bun eren had his hair wrapped in, in slowly falling out.

“cum on my cock? please?”

you quickly nodded yes before throwing your head back and creaming all over him. 

not long after, he let go of your arms now just pushing onto your back, before pulling out and finishing all over your back. 

after cleaning you up, eren walked back into the living room.

“y/n isn't feeling so good, so we’re gonna sleep in her room. use the living room as you please just don't make a mess out of her apartment.”

armin let out a sigh. “don't be loud please.” 

[yoonsshadow]

Strike! - OT7

❥ prompt ; ‘could you please do an ot7 where they all go bowling or to the arcade together? (I also love your eternals series so much!!)’ sent in by @deathbybigsisrory​ 

❥ pairing ; ot7 x fem!reader

❥ genres ; non-idol!au, rom-com, friends-to-[future]-lovers, [they’re not together yet but everyone is very much in love]

❥ themes ; fluff!!

❥ warnings ; none

❥ word count ; 1.7k

❥ note ; Thank you so much for the submission!!! (And also thank you for your sweet words darling xx) I may have strayed a little from the prompt, but I hope you still like it. I haven’t been bowling since I was like 11, so I’m sorry if some details are incorrect. I have never been to an arcade, so I thought this was the safer option. [this isn’t edited]

Somewhere, in the back of your subconscious, is a loud knocking.

It’s a rapid noise, insistent and forceful, but the dream you’re submerged in is far too pleasant to pay it any heed. It will go away eventually.

Except it doesn’t.

As you’re lying in the paradise of a warm coastal beach, mermaids off the coast and dragons in the distant sky, muffled yells are lost in the ambience of crashing waves and mer-song. You are so incredibly comfortable on this beach chair. You think, perhaps, that you’d happily stay here for an eternity.

Eternity does not last very long.

Your idyllic fantasy dissolves the instant hands shake your hunched shoulders, voices now louder in your ear as you are rocked from your sleep. It aches to move, to be moved, but soon you are sitting upright rather than folded over your desk, cheek pressed into papers.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.” Namjoon’s deep timbre vibrates through you; shocks you into clarity faster than your mind is ready.

“Hmrrfh?” Is your unintelligible response. He seems to understand.

Seokjin is crouched beside you, one hand on the back of your office chair, the other on your knee. “I thought you said that you were finished with your work.” You rub your eyes and yawn as he speaks, quickly taking notice of the other figures in the room. “You were supposed to have a break, remember?”

You hum. “I don’t get paid to take breaks, I get paid to have my work done by the deadline. Which is soon, might I add, so I’ll have to rain-check today. Sorry.”

“Nope.” It’s Yoongi who speaks this time. In the next moment, your office chair is rolled away from the desk and into the group of men who have somehow entered your home. Which reminds you-

“How did you even get in?”

“We found the spare key,” Taehyung says, as if the fact should be obvious.

“Yeah,” Jimin adds, “when you didn’t respond to our knocks and calls we thought you might be dead or something. Ggukie damn near kicked the door down when Namjoon-hyung lifted up the doormat.”

“Terrible hiding spot, Y/N,” Namjoon says. You can tell that he’s trying to sound disappointed, but he looks just a little too endeared.

Moving in front of you, Hoseok flashes you a warm smile. His eyes become crescents, his lips a heart, and your fingers twitch with the want to reach forward and caress his cheek. You don’t.

“There’s no way you’re getting out of today,” he says without a hint of malice. “You need a day to relax, and we haven’t seen our girl in far too long. So, will you be coming willingly, or by force?”

“But-” Your protests are cut off.

“By force it is. Gguk.”

Your vision is suddenly filled by a broad chest as thick arms sweep you from your seat. Gravity has no effect on the young man who now holds you bridal style, nor on the Bambi smile that naturally grows on his face.

“We’re going to have so much fun today,” Jeongguk says, muscles flexing around you as they all begin walking towards your bedroom. You have no doubt that Hoseok and Taehyung already have an outfit planned for you, and you even hear the bath beginning to run.

Your boys never fail to look after you. God, you care for them so much.

[You won’t admit to yourself that you may feel something deeper. Not yet. But one day, perhaps soon, you’ll realise that you don’t have to be afraid of that feeling.]

Retro music swirls around you as your group makes their way towards your assigned lane. Bowling shoes in hand and a competitive spirit growing, a weight seems to melt off of your shoulders.

All thoughts of work, of responsibilities, have simply disappeared.

“How are we going to decide teams?” Namjoon looks around the group, as if calculating a mathematic equation. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

Yoongi scoffs. “We’ll be here forever if we do that. Let’s just do Hyungs versus Youngs.”

While Jeongguk, Taehyung and Jimin are cheering at the quick resolution, you lift a brow at the unbothered man. “But what do I call your team then, Yoongi oppa?”

For a moment, he says nothing, merely ducking his head to hide the rosy tint that dusts across his cheeks. Hoseok is the one who steps in to answer, clapping a harsh hand on Yoongi’s back as if to wake him from a trance.

“We can come up with team names!”

Jimin jumps up and down, wide beam blinding you all. “We are team Young and Beautiful!”

“No, we should be Bold and Beautiful! Like that American hand-wash show,” Taehyung suggests, equally as enthusiastic.

Namjoon sighs. “It’s soap opera, Tae.”

“What about Y/N’s Angels?” Jeongguk seems to be thinking hard, ever competitive even in the sport of picking a team name. “Because we are angelic, and Y/N bosses us around.”

That lands him a swift chop to the neck, much to his giggling delight.

“We are the Young, Bold, and Beautiful Angels,” you decide, rolling your eyes. “And what about your team?”

Seokjin does not hesitate to announce: “We are team Kim Seok Jin!”

Yoongi sighs, but doesn’t object, and Hoseok leans his forehead on Namjoon’s shoulder as if he needs the support to keep standing.

“Thank you for consulting the rest of the team about this decision, Jin-hyung,” Namjoon says, deadpan but not upset.

“You should be thankful that I’m allowing you to use my name at all,” Seokjin replies, hands on hips. “It is, after all, a national symbol of good luck.”

“National...?” You mumble.

Jimin groans out a sigh, easily bored and antsy to win. “Can we just play already? We don’t need to have a board meeting every time we make a decision.”

“Let’s go hold some heavy balls!” Jeongguk then grabs your elbow and drags you to the bowling ball racks, uncaring that you’ve only laced one of your shoes on.

“Do you need me to teach you how to bowl?” Jeongguk’s voice in your ear startles you as you stand in front of your lane, ready to go. The pink ball is heavy in your hand when you turn around to glare at him.

“I know how to bowl, Gguk. Now shoo, I need to concentrate.”

“Yes, but do you know how to bowl properly? Like a pro?”

“I am this close to dropping this ball on your toes, don’t test me.”

“Pleeease? C’mon, just this once?”

Damn him and his doe eyes. “Fine. Just once. But you’re going to buy me a plate of nacho fries.”

“Deal.”

You shouldn’t be surprised when he stands behind you and circles his arms around yours, but you do jolt a bit when his hands touch your waist.

“Some people think that it’s the wrist movement that’s most important, but really, it’s the hips. Even if you mess up the bowl, if your hips are at the right angle, you can’t really go wrong.”

“I’m pretty sure wrist movement is actually pretty important.”

The man has the nerve to shush you. “Angle your hips like this,” fingertips press into the soft flesh over your hipbones, “and then take three steps before you let go of the ball. The trick is to start with your non-dominant foot, so that when you bowl, your dominant leg isn’t in the way.”

Sighing, you humour the youngest and stride away from him, following his steps and then releasing the ball from your grip.

It lands a perfect strike.

Jeongguk walks back to the group with a smug smile and a pep in his step, while you simply chuckle at his pride. Meanwhile, the other boys are glaring at him.

“So,” Hoseok says as you wait for your ball to return so that you can have your second go, “are we all going to be allowed to teach you? Or is this favouritism?”

Heaving a deep sigh, you look up to the ceiling as if it, or any higher being, may give you an answer as to why you’ve chosen these seven as your favourite people.

Deep down you know why, but it’s times like these that make you question yourself.

It’s also times like these that make you feel impossibly endeared.

Night has crept up on you by the time the boys drop you back at your apartment, ribs aching from laughter and cheeks sore from smiles. No tension resides in your muscles, in your bones, or even in your mind; you feel as though you are floating, ears brushing against the clouds, with how light you are right now.

“You have to promise that you won’t do any work until tomorrow,” Namjoon says, watching you dig through your bag for your keys. 

“After a full night of sleep,” Yoongi adds.

Seokjin then says, “And a nice, big breakfast.”

“And plenty of water!”

“And a comforting shower- Or a bubble bath!”

“And you have to take plenty of breaks.”

“Maybe we can drop by at lunch to make sure you eat-”

“Would it be better if we stayed over tonight?”

“Why don’t you just stay with us? We can help you-”

“Guys.” Your voice is sturdy as it cuts through the overlapping voices of seven worried men, all eyes turned to you as you stand in your open doorway. “I appreciate the concern, truly, but I’m a big girl. What happened yesterday - well, this morning - was a one-off. I assure you that I can take care of myself.”

You’re met with silence that sounds an awful lot like doubt.

“But,” you sigh, “maybe you can come over for lunch?”

Gleeful voices whoop into the night air, and you have to bite back your laughter as you hurriedly hush them, wary of your neighbours.

One by one, you give them a hug and a kiss on the cheek as you exchange farewells, peeling the younger ones off of you as you tell them that yes, I really do have to go inside now.

It’s only when you’ve closed the front door behind you, leaning on the wall beside you, that you come to the full, unafraid realisation.

You are in love with them. And you think they might love you back.

End

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Defending Her Honor - D.M.

Draco Malfoy x ravenclaw!reader 

Requested: yes

hii! could i request prompts 31 and 48 from list #1 with draco x ravenclaw!reader, please? maybe some slytherins are bothering her while she's studying on the great hall and draco sees them approach her table. she gets ups and walks to the hall but they follow her and make fun so he stands up for her and it's angry-as-hell!draco but also completely soft-for-her!draco. just extremely protective boyfriend mode and fluff overload with lots of kisses pleeease. thanksss, xx✨

“oi! that’s my girlfriend” “fuck what everyone else thinks!” 

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of food & eating, bullying (? kinda)

Word count: 1.2k 

A/N: I tweaked it a bit, if that’s okay, she’s the one that follows him out of the Hall but you know,, the idea is there HAHA! & also, angry-as-hell!draco & completely soft-for-her!draco tho 🥺 that shit huRTED

Prompts are in bold

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Everyone knew that OWL and NEWT season for the 5th and 7th years was basically hell on earth. There was not one corner of the whole castle that one couldn’t find a student trying to cram as much information into their head as possible. Some could say that Ravenclaws had it a little better since their common room was basically a second library and they already had the disposition for learning and knowledge, but they were wrong. 

(Y/N) was sick of studying in the common room and the library, and of studying in general. Ravenclaws might be known for their cleverness, wit, and wisdom, but damn even they couldn’t go on studying 24/7 like this. She needed a break and it was almost lunch time anyway. 

She gathered up the books spread across her desk in the dorm and unceremoniously dumped them into her school bag. With a huff she blinked away the tears of frustration pooling in her eyes. Being a 7th year just on the brink of the rest of her life was daunting and scary, and frankly, she could not be arsed. She was only just 17 after all, why did she need her whole life mapped out already? 

With one final sweep of the room, she marched out of her dorm and out of Ravenclaw tower to make her way to the Great Hall. On the way there, she noticed a few Slytherins in her year giving her looks and whispering when she walked past. She shrugged it off, not being in the right headspace to wonder why in the world they were paying attention to her. 

Then, all of a sudden she felt herself get hit with a tripping jinx. The books she was carrying in her arms and the bag on her shoulder flew as her legs magically stuck together. She hit the stone floor with a thud and could hear the snickers of the Slytherins who rushed past her. 

“Fuck,” She hissed, feeling the skin of her palms and knees aching as they were what padded her fall. 

For the nth time that day, she felt tears pool in her eyes out of frustration. She didn’t acknowledge them, however, she had no time to. She had to get to the Great Hall and have some lunch before going back to revising for her NEWTs. 

Thankfully, no one else was in the hallways leading there. (Y/N) got to the Ravenclaw table relatively unscathed after the incident with the Slytherins. Speaking of, she spared a glance at their table to see her boyfriend, Draco, already looking at her.

He quirked an eyebrow at her as if to say are you alright? and she gave a brief nod and sent a small smile his way before turning to the food in front of her. 

Draco, however, could tell that something was wrong. (Y/N) tried to be as reassuring as possible with her facial expression and body language, but he could see the slight redness in her eyes and the discomfort in her hands. 

He was proven right when he heard a few chuckles and snickers from down the table. 

“Did you see her face when she fell?” One of his fellow housemates, Quimby, snorted,  “(Y/L/N) is too easy to mess around with. I hope it hurt when she hit the floor.” 

Another Slytherin, a girl who so clearly wanted to impress him, laughed a little too loudly in response and said, “You should try a stinging jinx next or maybe the bat-bogey hex.” 

“I like the way you think,” He agreed, shovelling food into his mouth unceremoniously, “I bet I can make her cry by the end of the day.” 

Draco had had enough. His blood was boiling and he had to clench his fists to make sure he wouldn’t do anything rash like hex the living daylights of this prick. It was getting harder and harder to restrain himself, though. 

“Oi! That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about, you prat,” He said, turning to face them, “And I don’t like how you’re talking about her. If I hear you say one more thing about hurting her in any way–”

“You’ll what, run along to your Daddy?” Quimby sneered, rolling his eyes and not taking the threat seriously. 

Forgetting that he had a wand, Draco stood up quickly and punched him directly in the face. 

Yells of shock burst from several Slytherins who watched the entire thing go down, and soon the rest of the Great Hall had their eyes on the 2 boys. Quimby attempted to reach for his wand, but was stopped as soon as the professors got involved. 

“Detention Mr. Malfoy,” Professor McGonagall, who was the first to come out of shock, said. 

Draco merely nodded and grabbed his school bag before rushing out of the Hall. (Y/N), still in shock, quickly gathered her things (and her thoughts) to follow him out. She had to quicken her pace slightly, knowing that he was significantly taller than her and had a pretty good head start. Thankfully, she caught up to him at the end of a hallway. 

“Hey,” She breathed once she reached him, “What was that all about?” 

He said nothing, instead, choosing to grip her hand in his and pull her along until they reached the castle grounds. The fresh air and warmth of the sun did some good in calming Draco down, and the pair was able to make their way silently to a large shady tree. (Y/N), however, couldn’t hide her obvious discomfort as his hand gripped a part of hers that was still sore and cut from her fall.

Of course, Draco noticed. 

He released his grip and gently cradled her injured hand in both of his. As they sat down under the shade of the tree, he pulled out his wand and murmured a quiet episkey. 

“Thanks,” (Y/N) smiled softly at her boyfriend and her newly healed hand, “Now are you going to tell me what happened back there?” 

“Just some idiot running his mouth and pissing me off,” He shrugged, “Nothing to worry about.” 

“Draco,” She warned, “C’mon tell me, so I know what to say in your defense when people start to talk.” 

“Fuck what everyone else thinks! I wasn’t about to let some prick badmouth you and talk about making you cry. Not when I know you’ve had a rough couple of days and when I can get it into his thick skull that I’ll always be around to protect you.” 

He had gotten so worked up that he threw his arms up and ran a hand through his hair, not noticing that her eyes widened and for the first time that day, the tears escaped her eyes. 

“Oh Draco,” (Y/N) breathed, sending him a wobbly and wet smile. 

“Oh no you’re crying,” He mumbled, pulling her into his arms, “Don’t cry. I won’t punch him again if that’s what you want. Or I could punch him some more for you, the prick deserves it” 

A soft laugh escaped from her lips as she snuggled closer to him, basking in his warmth, “No, I just can’t believe you were defending my honor. Who knew the Draco Malfoy was such a softie underneath it all.” 

He just shook his head and tightened his grip on her. He would do anything if it meant being able to have (Y/N) in his arms, safe and happy. 

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“truths and dares”

Kairi plays matchmaker for you, trying to set you up with everyone except herself. A game of "Truth or Dare" exposes your inexperience and your crush on her.

pairing: kairi “valkyrie” imahara x reader / media: apex legends

genre: eventual fluff / word count: 2k / rating: pg-13 / warnings: swearing and mentions of alcohol

a/n: another little friends to lovers thing with less angst. if you have any requests, feel free to shoot me an ask. if you like this, check out more of my writing here!

Kairi sat across from you, cross-legged on the rug in her apartment's living room. She took a sip of a slightly spiked drink before she asked, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," you replied. You wanted to play it safe around her; you know how mischievous she could be. Last time you two had a sleepover like this, she almost made you borrow her jets to jump off the building. When you refused, she then promptly proceeded to do it herself, making a big show out of flying as you watched. She said she would've caught you if you had jumped, but you knew you would've turned into a mess of shaky hands and tumbling words in her arms. Just the thought of her being that close to you, of her saving you like that was enough to make your cheeks flush.

"How was your date yesterday?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Maybe you should've picked dare.

This was the subject you had been avoiding for the last 34 hours. She asked about it every time she got the chance, and you were running out of ways to avoid the subject. Every single text from her in the past day asked you about this date, which you had only gone on because Kairi had set you up with a mystery girl. "She's a babe," Kairi had said. "You two would be amazing together. Total power couple." She said the same thing about the past four girls before.

She always tried to matchmake you with others, but little did she know the only person you wanted to go on dates with was her. You were crushing on your wingman.

You looked at the floor, suddenly interested by a chip crumb that you assumed must've dropped while you guys were snacking earlier. You didn't want to tell her that you had softly rejected this mystery girl almost as soon as you two sat down at the café. You didn't want to tell her that none of these dates were ever going to work out, because the only person you wanted to be with was her. You didn't want her to find out how inexperienced you were, how you'd never even kissed a girl before, how--

"Hello? Earth to [Y/N]?" She waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you back to the conversation. "You can't avoid it forever, you know." She spoke as if she had read your mind.

"It was fine," you said with a shrug.

"Oh, c'mon!" She kicked her leg out, lightly hitting your knee. "You've been avoiding it for days and that's all you give me? I need details!" She leaned forward, returning to the criss-cross position. She rested her chin in her hands with her elbows propped up on her knees, like she was about to watch a movie she had waited her whole life for. Her eyes glimmered with interest and intent. You shifted under her gaze, suddenly aware of how the corners of her lips were turned up, how her shirt was starting to slip down and expose more of her collarbone, how she looked at you. "Pleeease?" She whined, pouting and giving you puppy-dog eyes.

"It was nothing special. Just like all of the other dates you set me up with."

"You didn't even think she was cute?"

"She was cute, just... not my type."

"Bullshit." She leaned back, taking another sip.

"I'm serious!" Defensiveness caused your voice to crack.

"Okay, you know what? I take back my Truth for you," she said.

"You can't do that. You already asked me the question, and I answered it! So it's my turn."

"Your answer was wimpy, so that means I get a do-over."

"Kai, that's so not fair," you protested.

"Your new question is: why do you hate all the chicks I try to set you up with?"

"No." You crossed your arms over your chest. "I'm not answering that. You get one question per turn, and it's my turn to ask you."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. Shoot."

"Truth or dare?" You asked, planning your next statement like a strategic attack. If she picked dare, you'd dare her to stop setting you up with random girls, and she always picked dare.

"Truth," she said with an ounce of arrogance. Okay, maybe she didn't always pick dare. She just wanted to be difficult. Classic Kairi.

You paused for a second, rethinking your plan before speaking again. "Why do you keep trying to set me up with people?"

She drummed her fingers against her leg, thinking the answer through. Your eyes were drawn to her thighs, the way her fingers pressed against her own skin and seemed to sink in like it was a pillow, the way her shorts were riding up from her moving around. You swallowed hard and forced your attention to return to her face, hoping she hadn't noticed you staring.

"Because you're hot shit," she said. "You deserve some hot girl to have fun with, you know?"

"Why don't you focus on getting yourself a date? I don't hear anything about you finding a hot girl to have fun with." You scrutinized her answer, genuinely curious as to why her own logic didn't apply to herself.

She shook her head. "Nope, one question per turn, right?" You groaned at the rule you had so adamantly enforced a minute ago. She smiled at your annoyance. "So, my question from earlier. Why do you hate everyone I try to set you up with?"

You searched your brain for an excuse, for anything that would cloak the real reason behind it all. "I'm not good at dating," you answered. It wasn't necessarily a lie, just an attempt at hiding that you hadn't ever had a real date before.

She saw right through it.

Her eyes widened. "Oh," she whispered. "You haven't-"

"Hey, one question per turn, right?" You cut her off, the words spilling out almost frantically. Your abruptness surprised both of you.

She was still quiet from the realization. You could only hope she hadn't also put together the whole "crush" aspect of it, and that she thought this was only about your inexperience. She nodded and leaned back, going easy on you. She could tell you weren't too fond of this conversation and decided to leave it be for the moment.

"Truth or dare?" you asked, shifting your legs.

"Dare."

You tried to think of something that would yield ridiculous results, something that would completely redirect the topic. "Show me the last thing in your search history."

"Oh, God," she laughed, pulling out her phone. She opened it to her most recent webpage and showed it to you. There was a page of results underneath the search-bar's heading which read "how to remove pasta sauce stains from blankets".

"Oh my God, Kairi!" you exclaimed, giggling.

"I was just eating on my bed! I was lazy, okay? Don't judge me."

You two shared a moment of laughter, and you let your worries and insecurities slip away for the time being. In that moment, you were just friends, laughing your asses off over a game of "truth or dare." There were no risks to be taken, no secrets to hide. Then, your giggles eventually dissolved and the truths came rushing back to you. You glanced at Kairi, who felt the nervous tension in the air, but she wasn't one to drop things completely.

"Hey," she said comfortingly, reaching over to place a hand on your leg. Your skin felt electrified upon her touch. "I'm sorry if I crossed a line, but it's okay to be inexperienced, you know. We all start somewhere. And sometimes, some of us don't go too far after our first. Some people find the love of their life right away and don't ever touch another person on the planet after that. Some of us like to have a bit more fun." She winked.

"Like you?" you asked, your voice sounding innocent and lost, like a hand stretching out for guidance.

"I used to." Her voice was casual as she leaned back on her hands. "I dunno, haven't really been feeling the fun life anymore. Kinda waiting for that special someone, you know?"

You nodded, understanding. You shared that feeling. It was part of the reason why you didn't want to go around messing with other girls, why you avoided all of the dates she set up for you. You two sat in comfortable silence, soaking in the air of the moment and listening to the cars outside.

After a minute, Kairi spoke again. "It's my turn, isn't it?"

"Mhm." You tried to conceal any leftover nerves that hadn't been calmed by her words, but the idea of her getting your last secret out of you made your heart race quicken.

"Well, truth or dare?"

"Dare," you replied. You suddenly felt somewhat courageous, but part of you also just wanted to avoid any more questions about your nonexistent love life and any possibility of revealing the crush you had on her.

She looked at you and smiled. There was a hint of something in the way her eyes sparkled, but you couldn't discern what it was. "I dare you to kiss me."

Your heart leapt into your throat. You couldn't say anything in response. She spoke up to fill the silence and ease your nerves. "You can just use it as practice for the next girl. I'll teach you how to do it, all right?"

"But I..." You tried to still your racing thoughts, but they were a carousel too fast for you to get off of. "I- I thought you were, uh, waiting?  For that special someone, right? Wasn't that what you said?"

"Yup." Her expression didn't change. Her gaze flickered down to your lips, making your heart beat even faster.

"But, Kairi, I-"

"[Y/N], you are that special someone," she said. She cupped your cheek in her palm. Your hand reached up to hers in surprise, touching it to make sure that this wasn't a dream like the ones you'd imagined this whole time. You relaxed against her touch. You felt your body slow down, soaking in her touch and every romantic bit of the moment. She could tell by the way you melted in her hands that you felt the same way about her. This wasn't going to be practice for the next girl. There wasn't even going to be a next girl. You both knew it was only about you and her.

She leaned in with a smile, your faces only inches apart. "So, are you taking the dare or  chickening out?"

You puckered and kissed her harder than you intended, causing a slight ache to start where your inner lips collided against your own teeth. You immediately pulled away, shocked and embarrassed, and mumbled out some apologies. She slid her hand down your cheek so that it was under your chin. She tilted your chin upwards, forcing you to focus on her.

"Look at me. Follow my lead, okay?"

She leaned in again, meeting you since you were now nervous to make the first move. You watched as she parted her lips slightly, allowing yours to sink in the gap between them. You parted yours as well, making the kiss sweeter and softer than just a puckered peck. She tugged gently on your cheek, pulling you towards her just enough to close any spaces between your mouths. She moved her lips against yours after a few moments, starting a second kiss without ever breaking the first. You couldn't tell where her mouth ended and yours began as they melted into one another seamlessly.

You pulled away when it got hard to breathe through your nose. She giggled at your gasp, another small sign of inexperience, and smiled at you. "How was that?" she asked.

You were breathless, both literally and figuratively. You felt like you were floating, completely in a daze after what just happened. "It was really, really good. Thank you."

She blushed at your compliment, but laughed at your innocence. "I'm honored to have been your first," she replied with pride. "You're a fast learner. Not bad at all."

Your cheeks flushed. "Oh, I don't know about that."

"Hmm, I think I'll be the judge of that," she said as she leaned in to kiss you again.

[marsbutterfly]

Hi are you taking requests?

If you are could I make a request for a smutty imagine with reiner where he and his s/o gets in to a fight over her busy schedule and they end up making up through some steamy sex? 😏

Second Request: I definitely think reiner would be a rough sex kinda guy. Maybe you could write smutty fic about him having a nasty argument with his wifey and they make up in the bedroom 💦👀

Note: I hope you don't mind I joined your requests, I thought they would go together quite nicely. I put a lot of effort into this story, so you guys like it PLEEEASE let me know. I'm not confident in my smut writing and your feedback always helps!

WARNING: NSFW!

Perfect Timing

Summary: As you bury yourself in work, Reiner wants to bury himself in you.

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The pile of papers in front of you seems to be getting bigger by the second somehow. For the past few hours, you've been confined to your room, filling report after report, ensuring all precautions are being taken for the next expeditions.

Commander Erwin has been requesting your help for these past few weeks, something having to do with all Squad Leaders and most soldiers catching some strange viral disease and not being able to do their job properly or at all.

Putting the pen down, you use your thumb to gently rub the center of your dominant hand. You can feel a few blisters forming and the muscle starting to hurt. A pained sigh escapes your body as you recline on the chair, looking at the ceiling.

Feeling like you're forgetting something, you look around the nearly empty room until your eyes lay upon the calendar hanging on the wall and you are hit with the realization that you have stood Reiner up yet again.

You slap your forehead before rushing out of the small room. Rushed footsteps and heavy breathing fill the empty headquarters ' halls.

Aggressively knocking on the door, you wait for him to open it. A cold chill going down your spine as he emerges from the inside, an enraged look in his eyes as he crosses his arms against his chest.

"I'm sorry." You whisper, not find enough courage to say anything else. All you can do is look down at your feet while digging your nails onto your hands, so intensely it almost draws blood.

He rolls his eyes at you and arches an eyebrow. "What was it? The 4th time in a row?"

You nod, hurt by the tone of his voice but also understanding where he is coming from, "I got caught up and lost track of time." Your voice dies in your throat halfway through the sentence. His eyes don't leave you even for a second.

"There's always something." He replies before taking a few steps backward, opening enough space for you to enter. Darkness takes over his own with the exception of a small lantern resting on his bedside table, right next to a small book.

You walk past him, the smell of food faintly present in the room. An overwhelming feeling of guilt washing over you as pay close attention to the burned out candles and a simple bouquet of flowers resting in a vase with water by the window.

With barely an ounce of courage, you look up and lock your eyes on his. "I'll make it up to you."

"No, you won't." He calmly but terrifyingly says, his voice in a lower tone than usual. Reiner's arms remain crossed against his chest but his right foot now stands against the wall. He allows his head to fall back as he look up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze.

"Don't say that." You whisper, a tremble present in your voice. You open your mouth to speak again but not a sound comes out, rather a deep breath closely followed by a cloud of steam. You wrap your arms around your body, gently rubbing up and down your arms in an attempt to keep yourself warm.

"You are never here." Reiner breaks the silence, the anger in his eyes never disappearing. "I learned how to cook just for you."

"And I really appreciate that!" You say, extending your hand in the hopes that you will be able to touch him, but he is barely out of your reach.

"Clearly not enough." He yells. Silence takes over the room yet again as both of you avoid sharing any looks.

A tear rolls down your cheek as you stand up, "Fuck you, Reiner."

In a second, you feel his body pressing yours against the wall, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair as he pulls it gently, forcing you to look up at the ceiling, "I dare you to say that again."

A smile growing on your lips as you cling onto the sides of his shirt, "Fuck," you whisper, feeling his lips as they plant eager kisses alongside your jawbone.

"You" You continue, your arm gently slows down to his pants as you grab the outline of his dick. A gasp escapes his lips as he continues to nib your skin, leaving small, red marks along the way.

"Reiner." His name falls from your lips with ease as you unbuckle his belt. A devious smile imprinted on his face, you feel his right hand excitedly grabbing your boob. His thumb gently rubs against your nipple and you gasp for a second.

Pulling him closer, you destroy all the distance between you two in an anger filled kiss. He eagerly explores your mouth as you nibble the tip of his tongue.

In a second, his belt loudly hits the floor and you pull his pants down, underwear and all. Your knees touch the cold, wooden floor faster than you've ever known to be possible. His dick twitching in front of you, vigorously awaiting to feel the warmth of your mouth.

With your dominant hand, you happily oblige by stroking him eagerly, attentively watching as his chest rises, working hard to make as little noise as he can, even going as far as to cover his mouth with his hand, but failing miserably.

Sturdyngly holding his cock into place, you wrap your tongue around the pinkish tip, making small, saliva filled circles along the way. You notice how tender he is to your touch so quickly you decide to take advantage of your situation, now using your lips to take the edge of his dick into your mouth.

Teasingly, you remove him out of your mouth, a "pop" sound following closely behind. You shift your eyes up, meeting his halfway there. A pout appears on his face and you smirk at him, a string of saliva connecting your bodies.

"Come on." He says through clenched teeth. You roll your eyes at him but decide to oblige to his request yet again.

Your tongue travels from the tip of his massive cock all the way to the base as you take your free hand towards his balls, massaging them gently. In a swift move, you can feel half of his length in your mouth.

Bobbing your head up and down, he grunts quietly before using your hair that is still wrapped around his fist to force himself down your throat. You gag as you feel him touching your uvula, but thankfully are able to hold it down.

Small drops of saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth onto your shirt, leaving small stains where they land. Moans leaving your throat as you feel your wetness soaking your underwear.

The feeling of Reiner's cock in your mouth drives you near insanity. The simple thought of having him inside you is enough to force you to take your hand and place it in your underpants, using your middle and ring finger to rub circles around your clit.

Allowing him to set the pace, you remove your hand from his cock and place it on his thigh, firmly digging your nails onto his pale skin. The room is filled by the wet sounds coming from your mouth and his grunts.

Precum coats your tongue and, as it mixes with your saliva, it makes your movements easier than before. Your jaw hurts from all the effort, but you make sure to suck him harder every time you bring most of his length out of your mouth.

You can feel his dick pulsating in your mouth, a way of his body telling you he's getting close. Not hesitating, you easily slide two of your fingers inside your pussy, a loud gasp escaping your lips, vibrating against his cock.

His hips began moving, a way for him to feel more of your warm mouth against him. Somehow, he manages to hit deep inside your throat, your wide open lips leaving a wet mark against the skin of his pelvis.

Without a warning, you hear him loudly cursing and his cum shooting at the back of your throat. Not a second or a gag passes, and you swallow everything while you feel your body contracting against your fingers. As your body shakes from your own orgasm, you remove him from your mouth, only the remaining streak of saliva connects your bodies.

A satisfied smile sits on his face as he uses his left arm to pick your body up from the floor, quickly grabbing both sides of your jaw with one hand to pry it open.

"You swallowed everything, right?" He asks, carefully inspecting the inside of your mouth. You simply nod before he lets your face go.

His smile now curling onto a devious smirk, you feel his hands making their way towards your ass as Reiner picks you up and carries you towards the small table in the middle of the room.

He places you down and instantly removes his shirt while you work hard to take off every last piece of clothing that covers your body, completely exposing your soft, warm skin to him. His eyes filled with a tad of insanity, you feel his rough, yet delicate fingers slightly brushing against your sideboob.

"Ahh.." You moan as he uses his index finger and thumb to gently pinch your nipple. His mouth travelling from your jawline to your collarbone, a trail of wet kisses marking his path.

You hook your left hand around his neck, bringing Reiner closer to you while you use your right hand to touch his hard dick. He lets out a moan of his own before bringing his lips up to meet yours in a kiss filled with lust and a hunger you've never seen before.

Using his dominant hand, he touches the wet folds of your pussy, gently spreading them and making sure you're ready to take him in, but his touch is so gentle it almost feels like torture. Realization dawns on you as yet another moan escapes your lips: he wants you to beg for it.

"You are such an asshole." You whimper, feeling two of his fingers entering you in a painfully slow rhythm, a shit-eating grin never leaving his face as he curls his fingers inside you, spasms traveling through your body while yet another loud moan erupts from you.

"Wrong words." he says, you can feel his warm breath against your cold skin. His blonde hair contrasting with the pale moonlight and the minimum amount of light present in the room Your nails digg into his shoulder as you buck your hips forward, trying to get his fingers to go in deeper.

"Please, fuck me." You desperately plead. In that moment, your body is so hot it feels like it might melt away in his touch and the emptiness in your body is becoming unbearable, a feeling that would only disappear once Reiner was fully inside of you.

He nods, removing his fingers from your pussy and carefully rubbing them against your lips. Without a second thought, you run your tongue alongside his digits, instantly tasting yourself on them. This sight alone was nearly enough to drive Reiner over the edge.

He quickly positions himself in front of you, running small circles on your clit and drawing little whimpers out of you. As you wrap your legs around his waist, bringing your ass closer to the edge of the table, you feel his 8 inch cock inside of you.

An audible gasp escapes your throat. Both of your hands now rest behind your back, holding tight onto the edge of the table as Reiner begins to move his hips. He sets a slow pace at first, and you can tell he's enjoying watching your frustrated reactions.

Before you can begin to enjoy yourself, he pulls all the way out, leaving an empty space behind. He moves his hips, the tip of his dick sliding against your wet folds but never coming inside. A single frustrated tear forming in your eyes as you try to guide him.

Instead, his fingers make their way inside but barely down to the first knuckle. Reiner lets out a pleased giggle as watches your body contorting, its way of begging for him. You try not to show it, but it's written all over your face how badly you need to feel him.

As he pulls his digits out yet again, anger clouds your thoughts and you feel like you could yell at him right then and there.

"I said fuck me." You say, demanding more of his affection. He exhales through his nose quietly before grabbing your right thigh, leaving red marks along your skin as he digs his nails into you. You gasp at the gentle yet burning sensation of the scratches he leaves behind.

Reiner begins thrusting into you fast and hard, harder than usual. You tilt your head up, allowing it to hang as you look at the ceiling. A small drop of drool slides from your lips down to your jaw.

As the table jolts, he eagerly watches your boobs bouncing up and down, rhythmically following his movements. The room is rapidly filled by the sounds of your body coming in contact with his mixed with the moans and grunts that escape from both of you.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks, wrapping his hand around your neck and tightening it around either side of your throat, gently applying pressure. You softly gasp for air, a smile never leaving your face.

"To you, Reiner." You reply, feeling the wetness drip from your pussy, down your buttcrack, and onto the dark wooden table.

His cock slips in and out of you with ease, so you decide to make him work for it. Clenching your walls around him, you pay attention to the amount of effort he is putting into this, into making you feel good. His hand never leaves your neck and you hang your mouth open but no sound comes out.

"You are so fucking tight." He whispers against your ear. His warm breath brushing against your sweaty skin as you pay close attention to the way his chest moves as he breathes heavily. An instant passes before you bring your eyes down, watching as he brings himself almost entirely out and, in an instant, slams back into you.

Your grip on his shoulder starts to tighten and your toes begin to curl; he knows you're close. Lips turning dry before you run your tongue along them, you try to moisturize it but failing miserably once you realize most of your saliva has dripped from the corner of your mouth onto your neck and boobs.

"Come around my cock, baby." He says and his words alone are enough to drive you crazy. You involuntarily clench your pussy around his dick and lust takes over his eyes, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips as he lets out a moan of his own.

"Shit," He mumbles. As he hits your g-spot, you feel his cum filling you up and it's enough to bring out your own orgasm. You wrap both of your arms around his body, feeling his dick twitching inside of you, his hot cum dripping deep into you.

Before you have time to catch your breath, you pull him in for a sloppy kiss, carefully sucking on the tip of his tongue as he places both of his palms on the table, trying to find his balance. Separating your lips, you touch your mouth to his shoulder, biting it gently while hearing Reiner's breathless laugh.

You plan a kiss on his skin before whispering against it, "Lay on the bed."

"What?" He asks, his body shifts to further away from you, giving him the opportunity to look at your red face. A few strands of hair stay glued to your sweaty skin as you carefully bite your lower lip, trying your best to seduce him.

"Lay in bed." You repeat yourself, gently pushing him away from you, his dick finally leaving your body as a few drops of a sticky combination of his cum mixed with your wetness fall from your pussy to the ground, leaving small marks where they land.

Reiner quickly obliges, rushing himself towards the bed. Once his back touches the soft, white sheets, he puts left arm behind his neck, trying to support his head, but never once he stops looking at you.

As you approach him, you start sliding your fingers through the covers, moving so slowly you can feel the bumps of his mattress. Never breaking eye contact with him, your fingertips ruffle through dark blonde wisps of leg hair, and his warm skin contrasts with the cold air. You pay attention to the way goosebumps rise on his skin at your touch.

Continuing to make your way up, you eventually reach his dick, bringing a moan out of his throat. A smile on your lips, you place the palms of your hands on his chest before straddling him. Feeling his erection against your ass, you decide to take advantage of the situation.

Smoothly, you begin moving your hips, always making sure he can feel you moving but not enough to satisfy him in any capacity.

His eyes are filled with desire and lust yet his actions are gentle. His touch is desperate and his cock is still pulsating, from his previous orgasms and eagerness, but when his fingertips start touching your hip bones, you can almost feel electric waves of care traveling through your skin towards your heart.

Quickly, you take his cock in your hand, stroking it gently before gladly guiding it towards your wet pussy. The tip brushes against the wet hairs and lightly against your clit, a gasp for air comes out in response.

Once he takes position, you lower your hips, taking his entire length in. You curse under your breath as you feel your pussy stretching around him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in extreme pleasure.

As you remember his previous teasing actions from a few minutes ago, you lift your body up, and his dick bouncing back against his stomach. He looks at you, both confused and frustrated. You smile at him while moving your hair around, tying it up on a messy bun, a few rebel strands sticking to your skin.

"It's not so fun being on the other side, is it?" You ask, placing him in between your wet folds before you begin moving up and down. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he tries to reach for your pussy, failing miserably as you interrupt him, holding his hand down.

He grunts gently while you use your free hand to stroke his cock, using your fluids as lubricant. It glides in your hand with ease, at times brushing against your soaked pubic hair. His breathing becomes shallow as you move your hand up and down, gently massaging his cock.

"Y/N, put me inside of you!" He begs, a desperate look in his eyes. You feel the vein on the side of his dick pulsating, his blood flowing more rapidly than usual. For a second, you allow him to rest inside of you, not enough for him to feel any release, but enough for him to get a taste of what expects him.

Desperation now takes over his mind to the point where he feels he's about to go insane once you wrap your hand around the tip of his cock, gently slapping it against your clit. Grunts escaping both of you, you notice his precum covering your hand and are hit with the realization that not even you can take it anymore.

You guide him yet again before feeling the entire length of his cock inside of you. Pleasure takes over you both as you move your head, making sure you have a better view of his face as you feel his eyes staring into yours. Hair falling from the bun and sticking to your drenched in sweat back.

"I love you." He says, slowly beginning to move his own hips. Your hands still rest on his chest, giving you enough support to move in response, rhythmically matching your movements to his.

The room is soon filled by the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and the loud banging of the bed against the wall. Your heavy breathing matches his as his hands travel through your body, making their way from your bouncing boobs to your hips and finally resting upon your ass.

Lowering your body for a second, you place a hand on his face tenderly, a smile on your face as you connect your lips. In that moment, Reiner could feel every ounce of your love for him. Pulling back, you stay mere centimeters away from him, never moving your hand away from his face.

You place your free hand against the wall, speeding up your movements while paying close attention to his reactions. He's furrowing his eyebrows and making sure to enjoy every second he gets to spend inside of you.

His nails now dig into your asscheek, leaving an imprint and reddish marks all over your skin. Once he begins hitting your cervix, you know it won't take long for you to come. The dim light shines on his face bringing out the color of his piercing eyes.

"S-shit." You mumble underneath your breath as you feel your orgasm washing over you. You clench your pussy around him, your muscles almost locking himself into place. Your legs tremble beside him while you curl your toes, eyes closed shut.

He raises his neck, wrapping his arm around you to hold you close, carefully placing your head on his shoulder. In an instant, you feel his warm cum filling you up yet again and it is enough to drive you to yet another orgasm. In silence, you share sweat drops and shallow breaths, trying to recompose yourselves.

Once you open your eyes again, you notice a tired yet bright smile on his face.

"I'm not done with you." You whisper and watch as he widens his eyes.

"What do you mean?" He asks, his dick still twitching inside of you, trying to calm itself down from his third orgasm of the night. In a swift move, you feel him leaving your body, an empty feeling taking his place.

Quickly, you take his cock into your hand and stroke it eagerly. He grunts as he feels your warm hand wrapping around him.

"I stood you up four times," You lower your voice yet again, coming close to his ear. Your dominant hand moving up and down in rapid movements, not giving him a second to breathe. "So it's only fair to make you come four times."

As Reiner looks at your face, he pays close attention to the devious smirk that has taken over your lips. His mind quickly goes blank as you quicken your pace, vigorously stroking his cock but always making sure he is enjoying himself.

Teasingly, you lower your body, touching his dick with your lips yet again. He twitches against your tongue as you taste yourself on him. The mixture of your pussy juice and his cum takes over your taste buds and you continue to stroke him, never once stopping your movements.

"F-fuck Y/N.." He manages to say in between his loud moans and gasps, "You're so good at this."

You can tell how sensible he is to your touch so you try to slow down, only to feel his desperate eyes lock on you. No words leave his mouth but you understand him loud and clear: keep going.

Once you allow him to slide down your tongue, touching the back of your mouth, you can taste more precum smoothly making its way down the head. A smirk is on your face when you remove him from your mouth, looking into his eyes again.

"Are you already gonna come again?" You ask, stroking small circles against the tip of his dick with your thumb. He squirms, nails digging into the mattress as he moves his hips, trying his best to feel as much of your touch as possible.

Before he even has time to say anything in return, his body seems to betray him as you feel the fruits of your labor touching your hand. Warm and white, much like the fluids leaking out of your recently stretched pussy.

Using his own cum, you draw a heart on his thighs, trying to clean your hand. You smile at him and realize his skin looks a little more pale than usual. Worryingly, you rush out of bed to grab him a glass of water, trying to make sure he is at least hydrated.

As you hand him the cup, laughter bursts out of him, almost as if you just told him the funniest joke in the world. You look at Reiner, a confused expression taking over your features.

"Please don't stand me up again," He sits up, taking a few quick sips while trying to catch his breath, "I don't think it's possible for me to come any more than this."

You shrug your shoulders, laughing at his charming stupidity. Carefully, you lay above his body again, making sure you aren't hurting him in any way. As you place your head on his chest, he wraps his arms around you. One hand carefully playing with your hand as the other hugs you close.

In the silent room, you can clearly hear his heart beating and a sense of calm washes over you.

"I promise not to forget another one of our dates." You say, your lips move gently moving against his skin, tickling him a bit.

"Please don't." He whispers in return, "I genuinely don't think I can handle another one of these sessions."

"Maybe we can raise that number to five soon." You respond as he feels a smirk forming on the corner of your lips.

"Oh lord." is the last thing he says before closing his eyes, allowing his body to relax and finally being able to go to sleep.

You smell the candles in the room and the smell of his sweaty skin. Reiner has been nothing but loving and understanding from the very beginning and your love for him only grows with each passing day.

In his arms, you feel safer than you have ever felt and before being drifted to sleep yourself, you quietly whisper against his skin, "I love you too."

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pleeease can we have more teacher barry au? or kidfic? my crops are dying

Alright, sorry for the slight delay on this one, but please know that you're a menace and I kept thinking about it and then I wrote this for you all in one sitting.

It's both teacher!Barry (though still set in the canon universe!) and coldflash kidfic. <3 I just put it up as a prequel to "good cop, bad cop" on ao3, since I guess it technically is that? Although, if you guys have opinions about what order the series should be in, I'd interested to hear it!

“Barry?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve got something in your hair.”

Barry hid a wry grin, and glanced over at Len—at least, glanced as far in his direction as he could manage. Two small hands were holding his head still, though Henry did let go of one handful of Barry’s hair to reach out when Len stepped around the coffee table and stood in front of them.

“Alright, kid.” Len bent down and hoisted Henry off Barry’s shoulders, and both of them ignored Barry’s indignant yelp when Henry didn’t quite remember to let go of Barry with his other hand in time. “I like the hair too, but he’s gotta move his head to”—Len propped Henry on his hip and reached out to steal the top page from the stack of papers in front of Barry—“grade pop quizzes.”

“Those are midterms.” Barry stretched, then tipped his head to one side with a muffled crack.

“Then you’re going easy on them.” Len took advantage of his distraction to hand the paper to Henry, who scrunched it in his hand with a broad smile.

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“Len!” Barry recovered the paper in a sweep of yellow lightning, and Len traced his trajectory from the fading after-image even as Barry tried to smooth out the test on the arm of the couch.

“So feet on the coffee table are allowed when the Flash does it?”

“Language,” Barry reminded him, without looking up.

Henry, ever the trooper, was taking the loss of his prize in stride, and Len rewarded him by bending his knees to let him reach for the next paper in the stack.

“Leonard.”

“He’s working on his reading.”

“He’s eighteen months old.”

Len read the upside-down paper Henry was offering to him. “Another year for whoever’s test this was, they might be at his level.”

Barry got the same ruffled look he always did when he was torn between defending his students and agreeing with every hyperbolic praise Len had for their son. Eventually, he landed on, “You’re not helping.”

“I disagree.” Len accepted the paper from Henry, turned it right-side up, and finished skimming it. “You’ve got a typo in question three. That’s why they’re all putting ‘hydrogen.’”

Barry yanked the exam back, despite having a stack of identical ones on the table in front of him. His eyes went wide as he looked over it at Flash speed, and then he said a word that made Len cover one of Henry’s ears with his free hand and tut.

“You shape the minds of the next generation with that mouth?”

Barry wasn’t listening, too busy dragging his hand down his face, his fingers ending up in an annoyed fist over his mouth.

“Can you please,” he said slowly, evenly, with the couples-shrink-approved, conflict-management voice that always made Len smirk, “give Henry his snack.”

“With pleasure.”

Barry leveled him a glare, but it was without heat, and he tilted his chin up in a clear request for a kiss when Len passed behind the couch again.

Len obliged. He could feel some of the stress drain out of Barry’s shoulders when he drew his fingertips over the edge of Barry’s jaw with the hand not still supporting Henry.

“Hi,” Barry murmured when Len pulled back, at least a full minute later than he’d intended. “Missed you.”

“I was gone an hour.”

Barry’s answering smile was crooked, with an unabashed dimple that Len refrained from tracing his thumb over; he had a reputation to protect. “You know, you could just say it back sometimes.”

“Fine.” Len smirked as he tweaked a cowlick that Henry had left in Barry’s hair. Then he met Barry’s gaze, all false sincerity, and drawled, “Hi.”

Barry rolled his eyes. He couldn’t hide the wry smile even when he turned his head away for a second, though, and he gave Len a playful glare. “You know I meant—“

“Hi!”

For a second, neither of them moved. Then Barry reeled back with something like panic in his eyes, alarmingly contagious, based on the way Len’s heart tripped into fourth gear. “Did he just—“

Len hoisted Henry up to sit on the edge of the couch, and they both stared at him. He ignored them both for a few moments, small hand squishing the cushion before he watched it slowly expand back to its original shape. Then he noticed their eyes on him, and looked up with a beatific smile. “Hi!”

Barry was off the couch in a bolt of lightning, then back a heartbeat later with his phone out, talking so fast he was nearly incomprehensible. “Twice, Joe, I swear, he looked right at us—“

Len got a glimpse of Detective West’s patient expression on the phone screen as Barry waved it toward Henry. “Barr, you said that the last three times. I told you, kids talk when they’re ready. Iris didn’t say a word until she was—“

Barry turned the phone and held the screen out to Henry. Len bit back a reflexive objection; they’d agreed, no screens until he was five (and it’d be eighteen if Len had his way).

Henry reached out for the phone, all Barry’s reckless confidence when confronted with anything new.

Tinny over the speakerphone, West’s voice said, weary but unflaggingly affectionate, “Hi, Henry.”

Barry let Henry have the phone—and that time, Len did shoot him a look—and Henry flattened a tiny palm over West’s face on the screen. Then he tilted his head thoughtfully, lifted his hand, and chirped a delighted, “Hi!”

Barry swept him up with a rush of static that made Henry shriek with laughter, phone forgotten in an instant. Barry deposited them both at Len’s side with a breathless grin, and Len didn’t quite manage to disguise his own smile as a smirk when they looked up at him in unison. West’s voice was still coming from somewhere nearby, but Barry could fish the phone out from between the cushions later. For now, Barry was getting suspiciously bright-eyed, and Len lifted Henry out his arms before Barry could set the kid off crying, too.

“Who had ‘hi?’” he asked. He ruffled Henry’s hair, already overdue for a cut, dark and curling up at the ends. Henry only allowed it a moment before he started to fuss, his snack clearly not forgotten despite the excitement.

“Iris,” Barry hiccuped. He wiped the heel of his hand over both cheeks, then said, “She had ‘hi’ and ‘bye.’ She’s gonna be insufferable.”

“She’s gonna be rich,” Len countered. “Mick put ten grand on ‘Flash.’”

Barry shook his head on a laugh. “You did explain to him that we’re specifically not letting people say that in front of him? Given the whole”—he gestured, with a glimmer of lightning that distracted Henry into a fresh smile—”child’s grasp of a secret identity?”

“And deprive the pool of his ill-gotten gains?” He passed Henry back to Barry and tapped him on the tip of his nose. “Never.”

“She’s just gonna put it in a college fund.”

Len hummed, and didn’t mention the account he’d already placed a quarter mil into at the credit union downtown.

Barry’s eyes narrowed all the same. “What was that?”

“What was what, dear?” Len leaned hard on the pet name, flat and sarcastic, but he knew even before Barry straightened up that it wouldn’t work.

“That ‘hmmm.’ That was an I’m-not-telling-you-something ‘hmmm.’”

Len was saved by the bell, literally.

Someone leaned hard on the buzzer to the front door. A second later—and utterly predictably, given the number of metas in the family Len had married into—Wally West phased through the door, bouncing on his toes and looking around the room before he even finished setting Iris on her feet.

“Joe says Iris won,” he said.

Barry tore his suspicious gaze away from Len to blink over at the new arrivals. “Joe knew about the pool?”

“People on six different earths knew about the pool, Barr,” Iris said. She leaned on Wally as she toed out of her work heels. “Now, give me my favorite nephew. Can you say, ‘journalism school,’ Henry?”

Barry let her scoop Henry out of his arms, his brow still furrowed. “Wait, six different earths? How much was in the pool?”

He sounded a hair indignant, and Len took the opportunity to snake an arm around his waist and pull him back against his chest.

“Say the word,” he murmured against Barry’s ear, smiling when he felt him shiver. “I’ll get you triple by dinner.”

He felt Barry’s heart speed up where his back was pressed against him, and Len nipped the shell of his ear to cement his victory.

“No felonies,” Barry reminded him, but his voice was breathless, and he didn’t disentangle himself from Len’s arms.

“Mm, forgot again,” Len lied. “How about we send Iris and Wally to show Henry’s first word to Joe in person, and I make it up to you?”

A blush was climbing steadily up Barry’s neck, and he’d already shown his hand when he said, “The midterms. Progress reports go out Friday, I have to—“

“Telling me the fastest man alive can’t grade a stack of ninth grade chemistry tests before third period tomorrow?”

“They’re for my AP class,” Barry gasped, and he caught Len’s hand where he’d been tracing his fingers down Barry’s stomach. But he cleared his throat, then said, “Iris? Maybe you wanna bring Henry to the station? It would make Joe’s day.”

Iris gave him a knowing look, but her eyes were warm when she shared her smile with Len. “Mm. I bet it’ll make someone’s day.”

“Singh’s, probably,” Wally said, where he’d been drawing increasingly elaborate flowers of static out of the speed force for Henry’s fickle amusement. Then he glanced up. “Oh. Oh, you meant—yeah. Alright. I’ll grab the diaper bag. And congrats, you guys. On the first word, not the—“

Iris patted his arm and interrupted with, “The station, Wally?”

Wally ducked his head on a nod and gave them both a sheepish grin.

“Make sure your father doesn’t arrest my sister,” Len said. “She’ll show up as soon as she gets the intel out of Cisco.”

“No promises,” Iris said. “But I’ll give him the heads up. Bye, boys.”

The after-image of Wally’s lightning hadn’t even dissipated when Barry dropped his back against Len’s shoulder, one foot tapping rapidly. “Are we bad parents?”

Len nosed at the corner of Barry’s jaw and slid his fingers under the hem of his shirt. “No.”

“Maybe we should—should’ve, uh, reinforced it, more. He might get—confused. He said ‘hi,’ but we—oh my god, did we even say ‘bye?’ Len—“

Len spun Barry and pushed him back against the couch, then kissed him to distract him from looking anxiously at the front door. “You’re overthinking this.”

“I’m overthinking this,” Barry agreed. “No, I’m not. Len, his snack—“

“There are snacks at the station. Joe has a drawer full of Cheerios.”

Barry slid a hand through his hair, gave one last jittery look toward the door, and then slumped back against the couch with a laugh. “You’re better at this than me.”

“Already did it once,” Len said, smoothing the worry out of Barry’s brow with the pad of his thumb. “And look how Lisa turned out.”

It didn’t land the way Len had aimed it to. Barry gave him a warm smile instead of an alarmed look, and Len had to tick his gaze away for a break from the earnestness in that expression.

“Yeah,” Barry said. “Yeah, okay. Now maybe we could, uh, stop saying our family members’ names for a little while?”

Len rolled his eyes, but he allowed Barry a brief smile as he hooked his fingers in the front of his belt. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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