#mommy cami

[kiss-n-tell-n-kiss-some-more]

(I didn’t realize how many subbies followed me! I see all of you, sweet boys and angel girls! 💕)

You’re so sleepy, baby… Yes you are, my love. Your eyes are barely open. Go ahead and close them, get some rest. No, don’t whine. I don’t want to hear it.

Sweetness, you need sleep. Mommy isn’t going anywhere. I’ll be right here when you wake up, I promise… Come on, baby. Sleep for me.

Okay, how about this? If Mommy lets you suck on her tits, you promise you’ll try to sleep? Yeah? Aww, baby, don’t get too excited. Shhh…

Alright, here you go. Open up... That’s a good baby. Look at that… You’re being so good for Mommy, laying in her lap, sucking on her nipple.

That’s it, close your eyes. Mmm, that’s good, baby. Your mouth is so hot… Your tongue… Yes, that’s my sweet angel. Keep sucking.

Mmm, shhh… Go to sleep, my love. Mommy will be here when you wake up.

(Good night, my loves! 💕)

[cheonstapes]

Nothing in my mind but nerd! Miguel and titties.

I'm going back to sleep.

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘YOUR BOOBS LOOK HEAVY, LET ME HOLD ‘EM FOR YOU” ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

a/n ~ i am so downbad for nerd miguel, what the fuck. titties, titties, titties, titties, rocking everywhere! thank you nonnie!!!! love you !! creds to @nymphomatique 💗

summary; you let miguel sleep over for the first time, and it definitely won’t be the last.

wc; 1.3k+

pairings; nerd!miguel x fem!reader

cw; SMUT!!, titties, body worship basically, switch!miguel, switch!reader, reader has pierced nipples, spanking, anal play, slapping, anal fingering, breeding kink/impregnation kink, cumming in pants, cumming kinda untouched?, biting, dry humping, they’re in love idc, nawt proofread - why did this take me like a week

miguel had been such a good boy for you, making sure you passed all your exams for this semester - you decided that he deserved a little treat

you invited him over one weekend to your dorm, telling him he was allowed to sleep over

he’s never moved faster with the way he packed up his bag and ran to your dorm which is on the other side of the campus

when he got there he was all sweaty n panting heavy, it was a little pathetic how eager he was but you let him in, making sure he went a took a shower asap

to be honest, you didn’t expect it to be hard for you to keep your hands to yourself, especially when your little boytoy is walking around your dorm in that combo - grey sweats and a tight wife beater, you can even see the outline of his abs

he followed you around like a lost puppy, it was cute at least. he couldn’t go two seconds without latching onto you in some way

he was just so excited! getting to spend time with his not-yet-but-almost girlfriend, seeing you in all your natural glory. you thought you had it bad? try hiding a hard-on whilst the woman of your dreams is walking around in booty shorts and a braless cami

speaking of that, miguel could just about make out your puffy, little, nipples through the fabric of your thin shirt - hello kitty barbells piercing your nipples

fuck, he was hard. and those sweats he was wearing weren’t making it any less obvious

miguel loves your tits. period. kneading the soft flesh, sucking on then, biting them. sometimes, whenever he cums inside, he imagines them filled up with milk - he would do anything to get you knocked up

you knew how horny he was, you could be wearing a trash bag and he’d still be as smitten for you as he is every second

so you made a decision - you told him to sleep on the floor.

you almost felt bad, almost

he looked like a kicked puppy, your 6’9 almost-boyfriend pouting like a child

i mean, you gave him a pillow and a blanket at least - plus, you have heated floors. it’s not that bad

he slept right on the side of your bed, making sure to face you directly so he could watch you sleep (not in a creepy way, he just loves you T^T)

you even made sure you were hanging just a little bit over the edge of your bed, an arm hanging over the side - a silent invitation for him to hold your hand

he was sleeping fine for a good while, hands still laced tightly with yours - but he was getting restless not touching you for so long

he stood up, as quietly as his huge ass feet would let him, walking round to the other side of the bed and sliding in

it creaked loudly but you were fast asleep anyway, so he moved closer

he wrapped a beefy arm around your middle, hand coming to rest on your chest

oh. yeah, your tits.

now he was hard again

he pressed himself against you, completely spooning you, large hands sliding under your cami and groping your tits

you weren’t an idiot though, you knew this was gonna happen - having calculated every possibility before he came. you would rather die than admit you were a bit nervous about him sleeping over too

you purposely wore the cami cause you knew it would rile him up, n he always took such good care of his mommy’s pretty tits

you turned to look at him, smiling teasingly - “why’re you in my bed, hm?”

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miguel felt like he was in deep shit, he knew how easily you could flip on him despite that pretty smile. he immediately retracted his hand, stammering as he tried to sit up. “s-sorry, i just missed you. i…i couldn’t sleep, ‘n you just look so gorgeous when you sleep and i couldn’t help myself-“ god, he always talks so much. with a tight grip on his bicep, you drag him back down to the bed, pushing him down on the plush pillows as you straddle his waist.

he was so pretty beneath you. glasses laid somewhere on the floor, curly hairs framing his face. his hands gripped your ass, whining quietly as he ground up against you. “mommy…” you placed your hands on his chest, keeping him pinned to the bed as you leaned forward. he felt like he couldn’t breathe, your tits were resting just above his face, hard nipples grazing his lips. yeah, he was definitely gonna fuck a baby into you one day.

his hands moved up to your hips, squeezing the flesh before he placed a hand on your upper back pulling you down completely. miguel’s tongue snaked out to lick at your hard nipples, the sensation of the cold barbells on his tongue making his hips jerk up against the crotch of your tight shorts. “shit...when d’you get them pierced?”

you rolled your eyes, lifting up your shirt and grabbing the back of his head - pushing his mouth to your tit, grinding salaciously against his clothed cock. “none of your fuckin’ business. if you wanna suck on my tits, then shut up and suck.” you didn’t have to tell him twice.

he sucked hard, unable to resist imagining them filled up with milk, all swollen and heavy, you round with his kid- SMACK. his head whipped to the side, lips slipping off your spit-soaked nipple as he stared up at you in shock. his cheek was stinging, but his cock was straining even harder against the fabric, twitching as his face thrummed with pain. “stop thinkin’, and suck harder. you should even be grateful i’m lettin’ you sleep here, so worship mommy’s tits like you mean it.”

miguel grasped your ass once again, large hands digging into the flesh as he caressed your soft skin through your skimpy shorts, sneakily pulling the waistband down as he ran his fingers down to your cunt. ‘course you were wet, slick staining his sweats. he collected some on his fingers, dragging it back up to your puckered hole, thrusting two wet fingers inside as other hand controls your movements.

“f-fuck, wait, you dickhead.” he continued to suckle on your breasts, flicking and teasing your nipples, tugging on the barbell’s softly as his fingers sped up. your body was quivering in pleasure, his free hand spanking your ass occasionally whenever you would pull yourself away from his mouth - massaging the reddened flesh soothingly afterwards.

his mouth and tongue were downright sinful. the sensation racking over your whole body as your orgasm steadily approached, the swirling fire in your lower belly lighting up. you weren’t the only one, though. miguel was hardly keeping himself together, thick thighs trembling as he tried to keep himself from spilling out his cum in his boxers, the tip of his cock peeking out of his waistband. all he wanted to do was see you writhe in pleasure, see that beautiful face of yours glowing in ecstasy after your release.

you would always let out this adorable, whiny moan when you were close, lips parting, small breathy pants - he knew you better than he knew himself. he was more motivated than ever, fingers moving a bruising speed, tongue relentless. he tugged on your piercing hard, a hand coming to rub your engorged clit through your thong. “m-miguelll - shit, baby - ugh.” creamy liquid coated your panties, not your cum - but his. the red tip spurting out thick loads all over his stomach, the sticky mess tangling with his happy trail ‘n pooling in his navel.

“t-thank…fuck- thank you, mommy.”

you pushed him back to the floor, curling up in the blankets - cheeks heating up as you muttered. “yeah, whatever. shut the fuck up and go to sleep.”

“goodnight, sleep well p-pretty.”

“…night, miguel.”

yeah, you were falling for him - hard.

- my titties are small but he’d hold them like they weighed the world

[kiss-n-tell-n-kiss-some-more]

I was thinking about this all day 🩵

i wanna play with his hair and tell him how beautiful he looks but in the tone youd usually talk to puppies in

[wholoveseggs]

Yo I’m back. Tbh half of your anon requests are me lol. Can you write something about Elijah and the reader having a family. Kids of any age maybe living in the compound with the rest of the mikaelsons? Still smut ofc but I love that episode where Elijah is with Cami at the safe house and he acts all family man fixing the fence n stuff that was hotttt

Family Man

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Life at the compound can be chaotic with kids and family running around, but Elijah wouldn't have it any other way.

♡♡ Thanks for the request wonderful @elijahstwink (everyone go check out his fics!) & anon!I Love domestic Elijah sooo much, I truly believe this would be his dream life. ♡♡

4.5k words - Warnings: smut, oral sex, unfortunately I didn't make this as kinky as requested...its just very sappy and sweet, this is just a day in the life of Elijah as a devoted father and husband, pregnant!reader, uncle Klaus being precious, toddlers, hot cocoa, kittens & so much flufffffff

ps, this is pretty much a sequel to devotion...

In the early hours of the morning you were awoken by a loud snore from your husband. You rolled over to face him, chuckling a little as you watched his peaceful sleeping form. It was the first time in a long time he was finally getting the rest he deserved.

You slowly turned, carefully sliding out of bed. You tiptoed out the room and decided to go down to the kitchen to make some tea.

You loved this time of night, being in the stillness of the house, just enjoying the calmness and being able to take in the beauty of it all.

When you reached the bottom step, you heard some sniffling and cries coming from one of the rooms down the hall. You rushed to the door and opened it, and a small figure ran into your arms, clinging onto you.

"What's wrong, little one?" you asked, scooping her up.

"I had a nightmare. There were these people with sharp teeth and they were chasing me. And then you were there but you were gone. It was scary, mommy," she sobbed, her head buried in your chest.

"It's okay, sweetheart, it was just a dream. Nothing bad will happen to you. You are safe," you said, kissing her head and stroking her hair, soothing her. "Come on, let's go get something warm to drink,"

You carried her down to the kitchen and began to prepare the hot cocoa, which was her favorite. As you stood over the stove, waiting for the milk to boil, you felt her little hands rubbing your stomach.

"Mommy, when is the baby going to come out?" she asked.

"Not for a while, sweetie. It needs to grow inside my belly for a little longer," you chuckled.

"Okay," she said, looking sad. "I can't wait to meet them. Is it a girl or a boy?" she asked, looking up at you with her big, brown eyes.

"We don't know yet," you replied.

"Oh," she replied, disappointed. "I hope it's a girl. I already have a brother, I want a sister," she said.

"We'll just have to wait and see," you smiled, placing the mug of hot cocoa down on the counter. "Here, drink up, before it gets cold," you said.

She hopped off the chair and held the mug with both her hands, sipping away. You sipped on your tea as well, feeling relaxed. You loved these quiet moments with her, and you would cherish every one of them, since she was growing up so fast.

"So, what was this dream about, princess?" you asked, wanting to know more.

"T-there were people with sharp teeth and they were after me," she said.

"And why do you think that was?" you asked, not wanting her to feel afraid, but curious about what caused this dream.

"I think I saw it in a movie or something," she said, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "An-and uncle Nik showed me his sharp teeth, but he promised he would never bite me, only use them to protect me," she said.

"Oh, did he now?" you laughed.

"Yeah, but then he bit my teddy bear," she said, giggling. "he said my teddy was a threat!"

"That sounds like something uncle Nik would do," you chuckled.

"Can I sleep with you and daddy tonight?" she asked, her eyes wide and pleading.

"Of course, sweetheart," you replied.

"Thank you, mommy," she said, smiling and hugging your legs.

"Come on, let's go to bed," you said, picking her up. She wrapped her arms around your neck and laid her head on your shoulder as you walked back up to your bedroom.

You placed her in the middle of the bed, and she quickly snuggled up against Elijah, her head on his chest. She loved having his attention. She was a daddy's girl through and through.

You slid back into bed, lying down on your side and Elijah instantly pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you, holding you both.

"Is my little one alright?" he asked sleepily, his eyes still closed.

"I had a bad dream, daddy," she sniffled, curling up against him.

"It's alright, my love. Everything will be alright," he said, kissing her head and soothing her. "No bad dreams will get you while I'm here," he said, pulling the blanket up and tucking her in.

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek, cuddling him as she drifted off to sleep. He stroked her hair, and her eyes grew heavy. Soon she was sound asleep, and he placed his hand on your stomach, his precious family safe in his arms.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Exhausted. Our littlest one is keeping me up, constantly moving and kicking," you sighed, feeling drained.

"Let's hope it's not like this for the whole pregnancy," he chuckled.

"Don't even joke about that," you groaned.

He gave you a kiss on the head, your daughter snuggled in between the two of you, and you finally managed to get a few more hours of sleep.

Elijah was woken by the sunlight shining through the curtains, and he smiled at the sight of his beautiful family.

His daughter was still cuddled up to him, her head buried in his chest, she stirred slightly and yawned.

"Do you want breakfast?" he asked, his hand on her back.

"Yes," she mumbled.

"Hmmm what would you and your brother like? Gruel? Porridge?" he asked, teasing her.

"Eww no," she groaned, loudly.

"Alright, alright, pancakes it is, let's go wake your brother and the rest of the family," he said, chuckling.

"Can we get chocolate chips on the pancakes?" she asked as he carried her out the room.

"I don't know, maybe your brother wants blueberries, but we'll ask," he said, tickling her.

His son and his niece were both awake and running around, and Klaus was chasing him, laughing, the children giggling as they hid under the dining table.

"Oh, look who's here. Little Rebekah is up," Klaus teased.

"No! That's not my name!" she pouted, crossing her arms.

"Yes, it is," Elijah chuckled.

"Nooo," she whined. "It's just Bex," she said.

"Alright, alright, Bex it is," Klaus chuckled, patting his head.

"Pancakes for breakfast, anyone?" Elijah asked.

"Yes, yes, yes," the children yelled.

"Chocolate chips?" Klaus asked, grinning.

"Yes!!!" the kids screamed, all jumping up and down in excitement.

"Alright, I'll make them, the last one to the kitchen is a rotten egg," Klaus said, speeding off.

The kids squealed and ran after Klaus, and Elijah chuckled and went back upstairs to check on you.

You were sound asleep, your hair fanned across the pillow. He laid down next to you, placing his hand on the swell of your stomach, smiling and talking to the baby.

"How are you, littlest one? Have you been keeping mommy up all night?" he asked, his dimples on full display.

"Yes, they have," you sighed.

"That's my job," he smirked, leaning in and giving you a kiss. "Would you like some breakfast?" he asked.

"I'll go eat later. I just want to stay here for a little longer," you replied, holding his hand on your stomach.

Elijah hummed softly and pulled you close, kissing your head and rubbing your back. He loved the way you melted into his touch.

"How is Bex?" you asked.

"She's completely forgotten about her nightmare, Klaus is making breakfast for all the kids," he chuckled.

"They have him wrapped around their little fingers," you giggled.

"He has grown soft, it's true," Elijah said.

"Bex told me he bit her teddy bear," you laughed.

"Yes, well, that doesn't surprise me," he chuckled, his lips brushing against yours.

You sighed happily and wrapped your arms around him, feeling complete bliss in his embrace.

"What would you like to do today?" he asked.

"Stay right here with you," you replied, running your hand through his hair, making him hum in delight. You were feeling a bit needy this morning, the pregnancy hormones making you want him all the time.

"I think that can be arranged," he smirked.

You grinned and leaned in, kissing him slowly, deepening the kiss. He moaned, and rolled over, pressing you into the mattress, making sure not to put any weight on your stomach.

He loved your pregnant state, the way your skin glowed, your eyes sparkled and the way you moaned his name made him crazy. He couldn't keep his hands off you, he wanted to ravish you day and night.

He thought he knew all of his kinks, but this one took him by surprise. When you were first pregnant with Henry it was like something in his brain clicked. The possessiveness, the lust, the way his cock ached to be inside you, he was lost.

Henry was a miracle, he didn't quite know how the magic worked. You tried to explain it to him once, your witch ancestry, how the moon played a part, but all he could think about was fucking you senseless, filling you up, and breeding you.

You were the perfect partner, and an absolute warrior, but nothing turned him on more than seeing you in this submissive, almost docile state. You were his wife, his goddess, and his greatest treasure, and he wanted nothing more than to please you day and night.

His hands went to your soft, full breasts, squeezing and kneading them, making you whimper and moan. He captured your nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, his other hand moving your nightdress up your thighs.

"Elijah," you sighed, his fingers brushing over your wet panties, making you gasp and moan.

"Is my beautiful wife needy this morning?" he smirked, his fingers slipping past the lace.

"Yes," you panted, the pad of his index finger teasing your clit, making your body tremble.

"Good," he hummed, his mouth on your neck, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of your wet heat.

You were both so lost in pleasure that neither of you heard the sound of Bex running up the stairs, Klaus not far behind her.

Luckily the door was locked, Elijah knew better than that with a house full of children.

"Daddy? Mommy?" she asked softly, knocking on the door.

"One minute, my love," Elijah called, his voice strained, trying to keep himself from ravishing you.

"Okay," she said, not leaving, but sitting down outside the door.

"Come back downstairs Bex, your mom and dad are a bit busy at the moment," Klaus chuckled, his voice low.

"Are they playing hide and seek?" she asked.

"Something like that," he replied.

"Can we play after?" she asked.

"Absolutely, sweetheart. Now come on, let's finish our pancakes, you don't want Henry to eat them all," he chuckled, lifting her up and taking her back downstairs.

Elijah looked down at your flushed face, laughing at the situation.

"You are so mean," you groaned, pushing him off you.

"Mean? I was just getting started," he chuckled.

"I think our daughter needs us, and Henry has probably eaten all the pancakes by now," you laughed, getting up and smoothing out your dress.

"I'll finish what I started tonight," he smirked.

"Don't get your hopes up," you chuckled, kissing his cheek and getting dressed.

Elijah watched your every move, the way you walked, the glow on your skin, and how the dress clung to the curve of your stomach. You looked ethereal. He was completely mesmerized, and completely smitten.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror, the dress a little too tight, the buttons straining against your swollen breasts.

"We are going to have to get you new dresses," he chuckled, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

"This was my favorite," you pouted.

"We'll find you something that fits, don't worry," he said, kissing your shoulder.

"My back is killing me," you groaned, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"Let me try something," he said, his hands dipping under your belly and lifting the bump, and you immediately felt relief. "Better?" he whispered against your skin.

You let out a happy groan and leaned into him, letting him hold you. His hands were gentle, his touch making the tension and aches melt away.

"Thank you," you sighed.

"You are very welcome," he hummed.

"Let's go eat, I'm absolutely starving," you laughed, kissing him and taking his hand.

"Let's," he smiled.

When the two of you entered the dining room, Bex squealed and jumped out of her seat, running towards Elijah.

"Daddy I saved you a pancake, see, here it is," she said, holding it up.

"That's very sweet of you, darling," he said, bending down and picking her up.

She fed him the pancake, giggling and laughing, and Klaus was grinning from ear to ear, and he handed you a plate filled with an assortment of fruit, knowing it was your favorite.

"Thank you," you smiled, sitting down at the table, feeling your stomach rumble.

Hope was sitting with Henry, and they were coloring on their plates, syrup and chocolate spread everywhere, their laughter filling the room.

Bex was still cuddled up to Elijah, and his hand was on your stomach, and he was feeding you pieces of fruit, smiling at you.

"Your birthday is coming up little Bekah, what do you want as a present?" Klaus asked, ruffling her hair.

"Hmmm I don't know," she replied, deep in thought.

"Anything you want, sweetheart," Elijah smiled.

"Can we get a puppy?" Henry asked, excitedly.

"Not until you're old enough to take care of it," Elijah replied, ruffling his hair.

"What about a kitten?" Klaus asked, raising his eyebrow.

"I love kitties!" Hope squealed.

"Yes, yes, yes!" the children yelled.

"I'll have to think about it," Elijah chuckled.

"Please dad! It's all I want for my birthday," Bex begged, her big brown eyes looking at him, her little lip pouting.

"Don't let her pull that face, Elijah, it's not fair," Klaus laughed.

"Alright, alright, you can have a kitten," he replied, smiling at his little girl.

She squealed and threw her arms around him, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

"I promise I'll take care of it, daddy," she smiled.

"I'm sure you will," he replied, smiling and looking at you.

Klaus could see the exhaustion on your face, and the way you rubbed your stomach. You were tired and he could sense it, he knew you needed a break and some alone time with Elijah.

"Why don't we go out and play, little ones," he said, scooping up the children. "Let's all go to the park, we can even invite uncle Kol and aunt Rebekah," he suggested.

"Yay, yay, yay," the kids cheered.

"That sounds like a good idea," you replied, yawning and stretching your arms.

"Let's go, let's go," he said, wrangling the kids out of the compound.

Once they were gone, Elijah got up and started cleaning up the mess everyone had made. The compound was bursting at the seams with his family, and it was never quiet, but he enjoyed it, seeing the children run around and play, their laughter and their love filling the rooms.

You leaned back in your chair, admiring the sight of your husband working, his sleeves rolled up, and his hair falling over his forehead.

"You are gorgeous," you sighed, making him look up from the sink.

"As are you," he smirked.

"I can't believe you agreed to get Bex a kitten," you laughed.

"She can be very persuasive," he chuckled, drying his hands and coming to sit next to you.

"She has you wrapped around her finger," you smiled, cupping his cheek.

"Like I am not the same with her mother," he laughed.

"You have a point there," you grinned, kissing him.

He smiled against your lips, his hand moving down your body, resting on your stomach, letting out a contented sigh.

You mind wandered to all the things that needed to be done for the kids and around the house, you also hadn't even started preparing the nursery. You felt overwhelmed and the hormones weren't helping. On top of all that you had a party coming up.

"Stop thinking out loud," Elijah chuckled, pulling you closer.

"I can't help it, there is just so much to do," you groaned, burying your head in the crook of his neck. "I'm already behind, the baby will be here soon and I still haven't gotten anything ready."

"We still have a few months, everything will be fine, love. We will get the nursery ready, and the party will be wonderful, I'm sure of it," he replied, kissing your forehead.

His reassurances didn't help your worries, and you knew you were being unreasonable, but the stress was starting to take its toll.

"And now we have to go find a kitten, I don't even know where to start," you sighed, shaking your head.

"We can look online, we can go to a shelter, there's plenty of options," he replied, stroking your hair.

He was always so patient, so understanding, and you had no idea how he stayed so calm. You felt like you were going crazy.

"Do you even want a kitten?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I prefer them over dogs, although their hair does get everywhere," he chuckled, cupping your cheek. "They are excellent little predators, great for catching the mice that are running around this old place," he smirked.

"You're not wrong, the mice are awful," you laughed, remembering the time you were down in the wine cellar and one of them ran across your foot.

"Why don't you go rest, my love? I will clean up here and join you upstairs," he suggested.

You nodded and yawned, standing up and heading towards the stairs, Elijah's eyes on you the entire time.

The moment you got to the bed and laid down, your eyes closed and you were fast asleep.

When you woke up you heard soft hammering coming from the other room, and you went to investigate, finding Elijah, shirtless and sweaty, fixing the nursery.

"I told you not to start without me," you sighed, crossing your arms and leaning against the door.

He looked over his shoulder, smiling at the sight of you, the sunlight coming in through the window and making you glow.

"It needed to be done. I'm almost finished," he replied, standing up and putting the crib together.

"You've been busy," you laughed, walking over and running your hands over the white, wooden furniture. He hand painted the walls and assembled everything, and you felt tears prickle at your eyes.

"It's beautiful," you sighed, looking around.

"Are you crying? Don't cry, darling," he said, pulling you close, your face pressed against his chest.

"I can't help it, these stupid hormones," you sniffled.

"It's alright," he laughed, stroking your hair.

You sighed and pulled away, taking in the nursery. There was a rocking chair and a bookshelf, filled with all the children's books the two of you had collected over the years.

"It looks wonderful," you said, smiling and wiping away your tears.

"Now, what would my lovely wife like to do for the rest of the afternoon? We have the place to ourselves, so I was thinking we could make good use of that large tub in our bathroom," he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You read my mind," you grinned.

You followed him back into your room, watching him fill up the tub with warm water, pouring in some bubble bath.

"Get undressed, darling," he smiled, taking his pants off and getting in the tub, moaning at the sensation of the water against his skin.

You slowly peeled off your dress, feeling a little self-conscious about your changing body. Here was your husband, eternally chiseled, and there you were, round and swollen.

"Come, let me take care of you," he whispered, seeing your hesitation.

You slipped in next to him, the water and bubbles a nice contrast to the heat of the day.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, placing his hands on the swell of your stomach.

"There, doesn't that feel nice?" he hummed.

"Very nice," you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and relaxing.

His hands roamed over your skin, his lips brushing over the curve of your neck.

"I've missed having you all to myself," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

"Mmm," was all you could say, too relaxed and content to form words.

He gently cupped your breasts, the pads of his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you whimper and moan.

"Eli," you sighed, his touch sending shivers through your body.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice breathy.

You turned your head and looked at him, his gaze filled with lust and desire.

"Do you want to continue this on our bed?" You asked, your voice sultry.

"I'd love to," he replied, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smirk.

He helped you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your body. Before suddenly scooping you up in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and laying you down.

"I can't wait until I'm not this enormous," you sighed, looking down at your swollen belly.

"You're not enormous, you're beautiful, and absolutely radiant," he replied, hovering over you, his hand gently resting on your stomach.

You couldn't help but smile, and the tears started rolling down your cheeks.

"Don't cry again, my love," he chuckled.

"I can't help it! Just ignore me," you said, wiping the tears away.

"As if that is possible," he laughed.

He kissed your forehead, moving his way down your body, placing his hands on your hips, his lips pressing soft kisses against the curve of your stomach.

"Elijah, you don't have to do that," you whispered, feeling a little shy.

"But I want to," he replied, kissing his way down, spreading your legs.

"Oh," was all you could say, his tongue swirling over your clit, one hand on your inner thigh, the other resting on your stomach.

He hummed and moaned, the vibrations making you gasp, and arch your back. He could tell you were sensitive, and he was gentle, taking his time.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging a little, making him moan and pick up the pace.

" 'lijah," you panted, feeling the pleasure coil in your core.

You couldn't even see him over the swell of your stomach, but you could feel him, and the noises he was making were sending you into overdrive.

"Fuck, don't stop," you gasped, the orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded.

Elijah was enjoying himself, the taste of you on his tongue, the noises you were making, and the sight of you coming apart, was driving him crazy.

You tugged on his hair, pulling his face away, the sensations becoming too much, and he crawled up your body, kissing your stomach as he moved.

"Did you enjoy that, darling?" He asked, kissing you and tasting yourself on his tongue.

"Mmm yes, very much," you hummed, pushing on his chest so he laid back.

He watched you move, a smirk on his face, his pupils blown. You sat on his thighs, stroking him, seeing his abs tense and relax, and he let out a long, deep moan.

"You are such a good father and husband, always going above and beyond for us," you said, leaning down and licking his length. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you,"

You leaned down and teased his head with your tongue, enjoying the string of curses that came tumbling from his mouth.

A soft hum escaped you as you slowly, and carefully, sucked on the head, teasing and tasting.

"Love, you are exquisite," he groaned, burying his fingers in your hair.

You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, letting him move at the pace he desired. All you wanted to do was please him, you loved when his voice would crack from pleasure and the way his fingers would tug on your hair.

"Come here," he said, cupping your cheek.

You pulled off of him with a pop, moving to sit on top of him, kissing him and grinding against his length.

"Mmm, I could do this forever," you hummed, biting his bottom lip and tugging.

He ran his hands up and down your back, nibbling at your shoulder, suckling marks into your skin.

Your swell was pressed against his abs, and he could feel every slight movement, enjoying the sight of you rolling your hips.

He guided you down onto his cock, the sheets bunched up around the two of you, and he rolled his hips, his hands gripping your ass.

"You are stunning," he murmured, kissing the valley between your breasts.

His lips brushed over your nipples, sucking, his teeth grazing them, his groans vibrating through your body.

"Eli- stop, they are too sensitive," you panted, running your nails over his skin, leaving bright red scratches.

"Sorry, love," he replied, grinning at the sting of your nails.

He did most of the work, gently rocking you in a steady rhythm, and the two of you moaned, the pleasure coursing through your bodies, his lips brushing your neck.

It was a slow, hot and steamy fuck, you felt like your body was on fire, the sweat and heat radiating off the two of you.

You leaned forward a little, allowing Elijah to get a little more friction, his hips moving faster, the both of you panting and moaning.

"Ah- Elijah, I'm-," you panted against his lips.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck as you came undone, clenching around him.

Elijah followed suit, the sensation of your orgasm bringing him to the edge.

He cupped the back of your neck, bringing you down for a kiss, and the two of you hummed, content and sated, basking in the afterglow.

"I wish we could stay like this," you sighed, nuzzling against him.

He laughed, and gently rolled you onto your side, pulling out of you and tucking you against his chest, both of you smiling like idiots.

"I love you," he said, stroking your hair.

"I love you too," you whispered, resting your head on his arm, letting the world melt away for just a few minutes.

Elijah watched you drift off to sleep, a small smile on his face. He kissed your forehead and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being next to you.

It was days like these that made him wonder what he did to deserve it. That perhaps there was some sort of higher power that had guided him to you, that brought him such profound peace and happiness after centuries of darkness.

You mumbled and cuddled up against him, he placed his hand on your belly, rubbing it with his thumb, thinking about how lucky he was.

He was living a life he never thought he would have, a family of his own, one he created. He didn't know what was waiting for him after he was done with this life, but he hoped you would be there with him.

In the next life, and all the ones after that.

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[calicoheartz]

can you write kate martin dating hcs?

Dating Kate Martin ; relationship hcs ♡

꣑୧ — summary | dating Kate Martin hcs !

— warnings | NSFW at the end , but mainly fluff 🥰

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : omg finallly cami writing some KM hcs ?!! About tiiime! tysm for requesting ! enjoy ◡̈

love languages ;

I 10000% hc her love languages to be physical touch and acts of service !! She loves having you close to her and doing things that makes you happy !

if you’re not super into pda , your pinkies would definitely be interlocked

But if you are , her arm would be glued at your waist

she is a cuddle bug !!!! argue w a wall

emotional intimacy ;

You both have a deep emotional connection , and you both feel comfortable opening up to eachother about your fears , worries , insecurities , and plans for the future

Kate is especially grateful for your understanding nature and unwavering support

playful teasing ;

Your relationship is mainly characterized by playful teasing and affectionate banter.

You enjoy poking fun at eachother in a loving manner , keeping the atmosphere light-hearted and fun

shared responsibility ;

she lovesss cooking for you!! (ties in with acts of service)

she loves taking care of you as well!! Whether it’s running around doing errands or taking care of household chores

surprise gestures ;

she adores surprising you through thoughtful gestures, whether it’s leaving love notes around the house or planning spontaneous weekend getaways , these gestures serve as a reminder of her affection and appreciation for you ❤️

random hcs ;

she loves u so much that she’ll follow u wherever u go, wherever u go she goes

Gives u flowers and gifts every chance she gets

talks abt u to everyone & anyone — they literally tell her to stfu everytime 😭

just wants to be with you , being in your presence makes her incredibly happy ◡̈

NSFW hcs . . .

her head / strap game ….

the positions she’ll have you in, whether on top or on bottom , will have you making the most pornographic sounds

definitely has a mommy kink…idkkkkk ??

probs makes u call her mommy esp when punishing u

begging kink

will finger and eat you out anytime anywhere

is not afraid of a little audience 😩

Treats you like an absolute QUEEN in bed

you’re her baby, so obviously she takes amazing care of you!

(quite amazingly might I add)

im not super used to writing for Kate so I hope you enjoyed! Tysm for reading ◡̈

[merbear25]

Wanting to be taken care of (Choso)

After you narrowly escaped getting seriously injured, he was in need of your comfort. Being in the solace of each other’s arms, you can’t resist letting the fervor you share transforming that fear into desire.

a/n: blame @escenariosinfumables for putting this idea in my head. Love you, Cami 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, mommy kink, vaginal penetration, breeding kink, creampie

With the scare of losing you that day still clouding his mind, his arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you tightly against him.

As he inhaled the sweet scent of your shampoo lingering on your hair, he murmured, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

You lightly rubbed his forearms to help soothe this woe stricken body. “Don’t talk like that,” your whisper was thick with emotion as you shifted your position to look at him.

When his gaze met yours, every word of comfort fell deaf. You couldn’t promise what tomorrow would bring, but you could at least enjoy this moment together. Your eyes lingered on his lips for a moment before he leaned in to taste them. The slight quiver of them spoke volumes—more than words ever could.

As you met his need with a confidence that could ease his worried mind, his hands roamed your body as if possessing a hunger that was being left unsatisfied. When his fingers traveled up to your breasts, you broke your kiss. With your lips ghosting his, the soft gasp that passed them fueled the desire that’d been stirring deep within the both of you.

Gently pinching your tender nipples between his fingers, your moans only encouraged him to push further. He leaned down to trail wet kisses and nips on your neck, being sure to lather each bite with his tongue. The way you arched into his touch and presented your breasts - the soft bounce they held - coaxed him into diving his flushed face between them.

Such angelic mewls graced his ears as he kissed the valley which laid between, pressing each breast gently against his cheeks while teasing your erect nipples. You held him closely when he started sucking on one of them, swirling his tongue and nibbling gently on it.

Waves of euphoria began crashing within you. The shudders of pleasure from you made his groans vibrate against your sensitive skin.

“Let mommy take care of you…” The words were so sudden yet felt so perfect for this moment of intimacy.

Alternating between your gorgeous, succulent breasts, your words of comfort earned you a low growl from him. “Please, I want mommy to let me fuck her.”

Feeling his grip tighten on your ass as he continued suckling on your tender nipples sent you into a frenzy. As you grinded your hips against his bulge, his lustful groans, which had a twinge of agony, flooded you with immense satisfaction.

“You're already so hard for me, you poor thing,” you spoke gently yet held a faint sense of pity in your voice. “Do you want to be in mommy’s pussy that badly?”

His hold on you tightened, making it almost painful as he nodded eagerly.

“Do you want to be able to cum in mommy?” Your tone shifted to dominating as you teased his aching cock with your needy cunt.

“Oh, god yes…” With him swiftly removing his pants and boxers, as well as your soaked panties, neither of you were willing to wait another moment.

He eased himself into you, savoring each spasm and gasp from you. As he bucked within you with a deliberate pace to squeeze every last moan and tremble out of your alluring form, you couldn’t help but give him the praise he deserved. “You’re such a good boy fucking me like this.”

You relished in the sight of his eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as he picked up the pace a little. “I’m going to fill you to the brim…Gonna make you feel so good, mommy.”

The urgency in his thrusts were forcing you closer to the brink of ecstasy. “Yeah, come deep inside me… Want you to fuck a baby into me,” you groaned, tossing your head back as you fully allowed yourself to get lost in the moment.

Hearing those words pass your shaky soft lips unleashed the carnal urge to give into your every desire. “Fuck yeah,” he panted. Hoisting your legs over his shoulders, he pinned you down and rendered you helpless to the brutality you were about to be subjected to.

As he plowed into you, your moans entwined with his own. “Gonna fuck you so good, I’ll knock you up,” each groan fueled with determination.

Each erotic laced cry and whimper as you trembled beneath him was pushing him that much closer to his breaking point. “Cum in me! Cum in mommy!”

With a guttural moan and one last thrust, he pumped each drop of hot lust deep inside you. Your walls were still spasming around him while he tried to catch his breath—each gasp and pant holding hints of lingering euphoria.

Looking up at him, his flushed face looked so sweet. Holding out your arms, he instantly collapsed into them. While you held him and kissed on him, he snaked his arms under you as if fearing you’d be snatched away.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m right here,” you cooed and stroked his hair softly, allowing yourselves to melt into your shared love.

[kiss-n-tell-n-kiss-some-more]

Oh what I’d give to please my baby boy 🫠❤️

Ive just finished work, i head to the gym and finally make it back home, mommys on the couch, low cut top and near sheer yoga pants.”Why dont you get a shower sweetheart” i nod and head upstairs, i turn on the shower and get undressed,i begin washing and dont realise how long im taking until mommy appears, “everything okay in there baby?” “nooo im struggling to reach my back” before id even finished, mommy began to undress,”w-what are you doing mommy?” “Sh sh baby im here to help okay? Now just relax” mommy gets in with me, massaging my sore back before moving round to my arms, leaning into me laying her head at the top of my back, reaching for the soap, she begins massaging the soap into my back, im almost falling asleep with how gentle and soft mommy is being, she works her way down, massaging my cheeks before moving round and grabbing my stiffening cock. “M-mommy ive already cleaned there” “oh darling i dont care, its mine and mine to touch, yes?” covering my mouth she begins stroking my cock, feeling it get harder and harder in her hand, pulling my head into her shoulder, its not long before im close to the edge and mommy knows, she stops “i bought a surprise for us today baby why dont you go get yourself dry and wait for me on the bed” i nod and do as im told, struggling to keep the towel over my body, my throbbing cock pushing against the fabric. I go and lay down on the bed, i see mommy appear in a satin robe, she lays on top of me, and gets close to my face, her lips basically touching mine i can feel her breaths on mine, im dying to kiss her lips, mommy kisses me deeply and passionately, distracting me from the fact mommys tracing her hands down my body, grabbing my wrists and pulling them above my head, feeding them into the restraints, locking them in place. She begins to kiss my neck, then my shoulders, then onto my chest and down to my tummy, then just stops just above my now twitching cock “pleasee mommy i need it” “oh baby boy but what about your surprise? You didnt even notice your tied up and going nowhere” “anything you want mommy just please, im desperate for you” “ohhh anything baby? Are you sure” “yes mommy anything i beg” Thats when mommy takes off her robe revealing her black and red lingerie, a strap on at her hips, my eyes widen “m-mommy this isnt what i was expecting” she ignores that comment and moves over spreading my legs, applying the lube to my now exposed asshole, she begins rubbing it gently at first with the tips of her fingers before sliding one finger in gently, i gasp hard “ohh baby were barely even started” she slides her finger in and out slowly, widening my hole, a second finger slides in, i moan and push my head back. In and out in and out, im moaning and whimpering, bucking my hips, my cock leaking onto my stomach, mommy slowly rubs her strap on against my asshole, at this point im that desperate i push myself against it, trying so hard to feel it. “My god you are such a needy boy tonight, you want mommy to fuck you ass baby boy? Tell mommy” “p-please mommy, please fuck my ass” a smile spreads across mommys face, sliding her strap deeper and deeper, i whimper and gasp and pull at the restraints, until ive taken all of mommys length. Then she begins to fuck my ass slowly and gently at first, scooping up my precum off my tummy and tip of my cock, and sticking her finger in my mouth to taste, before leaning over and kissing me getting a taste for herself. Then she starts fucking me harder and faster, hearing me moan and whimper, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. She grabs my cock and starts stroking it matching the pace at which shes fucking me. “Can i cum mommy? Please” “oh you want to cum baby? Beg me” “oh please mommy, pleaseee can i cum while your fucking my ass” mommy speeds up her hand, i explode, cum shooting all up my body, im moaning and panting, my whole body just twitching, sweat dripping down my face” “looks like someone needs another shower huh baby boy?”

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Had this fabulous lighbulb moment where I thought of putting a submissive Daryl on a leash, and then I thought of giving him a mommy kink AND (drumroll) a little bit of a gun kink

THIS IS FOR ALL THE NEW SUPER HOT SEXY BABES THAT ARE ENJOYING MY WORKS AND FOLLOWING ME?? IM GONNA MAKE OUT WITH ALL OF YOU RN

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ON YOUR KNEES FOR ME 💋

Extremely submissive daryl x female reader

(The yummy stuff: very light bondage, choking kink, mommy kink, slight gunplay(not loaded obvs), riding, did i mention daryl has a little praise kink?)

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Daryl had to learn the hard way that you were a woman of surprise, and he would never guess your next move even if he tried to. Almost every night that he came back to the house in Alexandria, you had a new activity planned for the night.

He was first greeted with a kiss, a short one that lingered on Daryl’s lips as he toed his boots off, anticipation already flowing through him.

Tonight, however, was going a lot differently than he was used to.

Instead of being greeted with your usual affection upon entry, he was met with the sight of you standing in the living room, playing with what looked like red rope in your hands.

The rope wasn’t the only thing he noticed.

You were standing tall in a pair of chunky black heels he had found you, a skimpy red skirt, and a lacy black cami. His mind was going a hundred miles per hour as he could feel his cock pulsing at the sight, blood starting to rush to his head.

His heartbeat picked up speed when you slowly walked over to him, heels tauntingly thumping against the hardwood floor. Daryl’s throat went dry, and he was at a complete loss of words when you stopped in front of him, eye level thanks to the heels. “I’ve been waiting all day for you, Daryl. Aren’t you gonna take your shoes off?” God, your voice was like warm honey as you spoke. He wordlessly kicked the muddy shoes off, eyes openly roaming your whole body.

“Hell’s the rope for?” He practically whispered the words, staring down at the red material. A wicked smile adorned your face. “Its for you” You giggled as you seductively wrapped your arms around Daryl’s shoulders, bringing the slightly rough material to settle at the back of his neck, gingerly wrapping it twice before giving it a pull and tying a knot, right at his adams apple.

He groaned softly as sweaty hands began to fidget with his belt, his nervous habit evident as you took a few steps back to admire your work. The simple yet alluring red rope hung gorgeously from his large neck, matching the color his face was turning under your gaze. You were throbbing at this point, mind filling with all the things you wanted and were going to do to this poor anxious man. Fuck, you had to go upstairs immediately.

You tugged at the rope a few times, checking for any discomfort as you had a brief moment of concern. “Is it too tight? Does it itch?” He shook his head to both questions, face burning hotter as he attempted to hide his embarrassment behind his curly hair.You gave him a soft, reassuring kiss, before you tugged the rope again, this time leading him to follow you upstairs, where you were going to gladly take his soul.

Daryl was getting harder by the second in his pants as you full on walked him like a dog. The way you had the rope woven between your fingers and clutched in your palm made his gut pool with pure arousal. His hands couldn’t stop fidgeting with his damn belt, although he was worried about you falling in your shoes.

The bedroom door closed and you turned to him, feeling a power surge run through your body as you saw the vulnerable state he was already in, still hiding his embarassed face with his hair as he stayed close to the door.

“Daryl. Look at me” You said it softly at first, standing with your arms crossed. He didn’t move the first time, eyes decicing to be glued to the way those heels made your legs look. His head was hazy with thoughts, his body was starting to hurt.

“I said, look at me” His head was suddenly pulled foward, and he stumbled a little, wide eyes landing on yours as he was yanked out his trance. “You should really listen to me the first time, sweetheart” You shook your head and made a face of disappointment, and it made his heart sink a little.

The last thing he would want to do was give you the feeling of dissatisfaction in the bedroom. He found himself stuttering out a weak apology. “M’s-sorry” You smiled at how small he sounded, staring straight into his eyes and down into his core, making him feel raw under your gaze.

“Get on your knees”

The request made Daryl’s mind finally draw a blank, blinking a few times as he searched your face. “Tha hell-“

“I said, on. your. knees. Don’t make me repeat myself thrice, country boy” You narrowed your eyes and shifted on your hips, watching intensely as Daryl slowly lowered himself down onto both knees, staring at your legs until the rope around his neck was roughly yanked again, tilting his head back and tossing all his hair, giving you a clear view of his face. His lips were parted as small whimpers came out, cheeks a deep red as he stared up at you, pupils blown so wide that there was only the tiniest amount of blue.

Oh, what a treat he was to look at down there. Fully clothed but obviously itching to get rid of them, especially with how hard his cock was straining against his already tight jeans. His hands had moved from toying with his belt to gripping his thighs, nails digging into the skin through the denim.

You felt yourself dripping at the sight, and slid your free hand up your thigh and past your skirt, flashing the wet fabric underneath. Daryl’s eyes watched intently. “Are you gonna listen to me the first time, or is this gonna be difficult?” He nodded quickly, and you pulled at the rope and shook your head. “Use your big boy words, baby” Daryl huffed in exasperation. “Yes! M’gonna listen to ya” You smiled at that and dropped your grip on the rope, walking over to the bed to sit on the edge of it and erotically spread your legs. “Come here, Dar” To which he automatically began to stand up on his feet, only getting halfway before the familiar sound of a handgun being cocked echoed in the room.

“Crawl.” Your tone was saturated in pure authority, and Daryl could only groan deeply as he lowered himself back down only this time, planting his large hands in front of him as he literally crawled towards you. You bit your lip as to not fuck him there and then.

He crawled until the barrel of the gun bumped against his forehead, eyes immediately landing on the wet spot on your underwear. The cold, metal weapon trailed down his face, and he had to surpress a moan as you did it.

You placed your leg over Daryl’s shoulder, watching his hands twitch where they now rested on the floor as they resisted the urge to touch. He had never been this goddamn hard in his whole life and it was starting to hurt. He badly needed some sort of relief, but it clearly wasn’t up to him.

“Take my panties off for me” You told him after what felt like forever, spreading yourself even wider as you watched his hands hesitated before running up your legs, gripping your thighs before he hooked his fingers around the hem of the soaked material and quickly pulled them down, lifting your leg off his shoulder briefly to toss out them out the way, eyes meeting yours for a split second. You winked and spread yourself open more.

Daryl’s eyed your dripping cunt like a predator, hands now firmly on your thighs. He wanted to be good for you, waiting a little impatiently for your next instruction, or hell even waiting for permission. “Think you can make me cum the first time? I wanna be able to give my babyboy special privileges afterwards” You looked so powerful above him, and his ears started to heat up when he realized he was super into this.

“J’st wanna please ya, make ya feel good” He panted lightly against your thigh, and you gently tugged the leash, giving him the permission he needed to finally satisfy his hunger, face disappearing under the short skirt.

Daryl had always been really good when it came to using his tongue and you couldn’t help but moan as he gave your cunt a few warm licks before settling on your sucking your clit, swirling the tip of his tongue around it as he did. You subconsciously keep a vice grip on the rope, keeping your boyfriends magical tongue right where you needed it.

You could tell that Daryl was starting to become to restless, and that’s when he truly got desperate for you. His cock was still painfully hard in his pants, and each one of your moans alongside the taste of you on his tongue went straight into his gut.

Daryl brought his two fingers to your folds, skillfully massaging and rubbing between the folds, feeling your slick drench his fingers enough that he slid them in, relishing in the moan he pulled from your chest. He could tell you were getting closer by the way you clenched around him, and the way you breathed shallowly. He sucked your clit harder, tip of his tongue moving against the more sensitive part of it, causing you to jerk your hips and pull him in closer.

The rope around Daryl’s neck got increasingly tighter with each pull, and he could feel his breathing becoming restricted in the best possible way and his dick was starting to leak, the tip of it becoming sensitive where it lay trapped against his stomach, smearing precum on the skin.

Your moans became loud, and your body began grinding down against him, chasing the feeling of your orgasm building rapidly. “You’re doing so good baby, making me feel so good” Your voice sounded more fucked out than expected. Daryl finally released his suction on your clit to continue using his tongue basically threw you over the edge, his fingers curling inside sent burning waves of pleasure through your body, and you felt your eyes roll back.

When Daryl emerged from underneath the fabric, his lips were slick, swollen, and red. It was the best look you’d ever seen on a man. “You did so good babyboy. I think it’s time to finally get you out these clothes” The sudden praise only added to his arousal as you slid you leg off and stood up over him, tugging the rope for him to stand as well.

You quickly but also slowly removed his dirty vest, sliding his shirt off and pulling out the rope, which looked delicious against his bare chest. Your hands unbuckled his belt, and instead moved to cup his boner, lips moving against his jaw as his hands settled on your hips, eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed him, making his tip leak profusely.

He could feel you working big hickies into his neck, hand moving to unzip his jeans so slowly while the other gripped his shoulder, keeping you steady on your heels. Daryl could feel the way he was losing his grasp on reality, internal breaking down as you gave him everything yet nothing at once.

“Y/n please hurry, I- I can’t take it anymore” He whispered, hands tightening where they rested on you. You pulled away from his neck and laughed to yourself when you saw the damage done. He might as well have gotten attacked by a walker. “But you can, Daryl. C’mon, lets get you full nude and on the bed” He groaned before moving to pull his pants off, cock finally springing free. The tip was a dark and angry red, precum dripping down from it. God, you wanted him inside you so bad. You chewed on your bottom lip as you spun him, shoving him down onto the bed and quickly straddling him, staring down as if he were prey.

When you rocked your hips back, warm folds sliding on his cock, Daryl shuddered and shut his eyes, the sensation already becoming too much. Somehow the gun had been discarded on the side of the bed, so you reached for it and pressed the barrel against his forehead, only this time around you pulled the trigger.

The gun clicked, and Daryl’s hips jerked at the sound, eyes opening and analyzing the way you held the weapon, only get that much more turned on when he realized you were using his gun. His cock tip throbbed as you continued rocking down on him. “I want you to beg. Beg for me to give you what you want, beg for me to fuck you” Daryl was so weak. He blinked back the feeling of tears threatening to fill his eyes as he stared into your face, burning the savory moment of you above him into his eyelids.

“P-please?” You tutted, hips beginning to slow as you cocked the gun again, other hand wrapped in red pulling it tighter around his neck, his vision blurred in the corners as he wheezed from the pressure. “Please! Mommy please just fuckin’ fuck me already I can’t- I can’t-“ He babbled, fat tears filling his eyes very much against his will.

You stared down at him for a moment, listening to his small sniffles and tiny gasps for air. “Mommy? Oh Daryl. How could I deny you when you ask me like that?” You trailed the gun down to his chest, watching the way it rose quickly before placing it on the pillow next to him, needing both hands in order to ride him properly.

His heart pounded erratically as you gripped the base of his cock, tauntingly lowerly yourself as slowly down as possible, making sure he could feel everything. By the way his hands dug into your meaty hips, it was definitely working.

You gave a few small bounces, rolling a few patterns with your hip. Just as you were about to fully slam down onto him, you realized your top was still on, and Daryl was fixated on your perky nipples. You quickly pulled the garment off, and tossed it onto the floor. Now you could really get busy.

A strangled cry ripped from Daryl when you lifted yourself up to the tip and dropped back down, moaning at the way he perfectly jabbed into your sweet spot, hips moving at a needy pace. The room filled with so many erotic noises, and they each fueled Daryl’s already throbbing cock. Fuck, he felt so goddamn incredible, head lulling to the side as nothing but pleasure pumped through his veins.

You could feel the harsh throbbing of his dick inside you, beginning to breathe heavily as a burning sensation licked through your thighs, however that didn’t slow the hardcore pace you set for yourself. You redirected Daryl’s head to face you, as you wanted to see his adorably scrunched face, tears rolling down his red cheeks. “Feels so good mommy, ya feel so fuckin tight and wet around me” The name was starting to do things to you, even more than the way Daryl was sloppily rambling, hips jerking upwards as he started to climb his peak. Right as he felt himself about to topple over, eyes rolling in anticipation, you ceased all movement.

Daryl’s eyes flew open and he whined desperately. He opened his mouth to plead with you more, and felt the rope become increasingly tighter, a hard, strained moan fell past his lips as he was now barely getting air, hands shaking as they reached to grasp at the rope. You furrowed your brows, worried that he genuinely needed to get some air. As your hands joined him to losen the knot, he shook his head. “No! J’st- please… please keep goin” One of his hands gripped your wrist where it rested on his neck, adding more pressure on it. He was so,so gone, even more so when you began to bounce on his cock again, this time, using his marked neck to help you keep steady. He was blissfully running out of oxygen.

His vison began to darken, heart pounding loudly in his ears as all he could think and feel was you, you, you. His hips once again jerked, chasing so desperately after his own release, you knew just how badly he needed it. Once again, you stopped moving, pulling your hands away from his neck and feeling his chest rise at the large gasps of air he was taking.

“C’mon momma’s baby, I know you can handle this and it’ll be worth it in the end” You whispered against his lips as you beckoned him to sit up on his knees, turning to lay face down, ass up. Daryl wasted no time as he bent over you, large hands resting on either side of your head as he snapped forward, burying himself back in your warm cunt. The rope spilled out in front of your face, and you instinctively grabbed it, giving Daryl the impression you wanted him to go much faster.

It felt soo good to pound deep inside you, panting heavily as the rope once again constricted his breathing, and the urge to cry from sheer pleasure had become strong. You moaned freely as he railed you, the lewd sound of him wetly sliding in and out of you filled the room, filled his head. You could tell he was right on the edge when his body began trembling and his head fell into the crook of your neck, biting down hard on the flesh.

When you gave a final tug on the rope, it was all Daryl needed in order to finally exploded, tossing his head back as he gripped your hips and pulled out, moaning deeply as he rutted between your slick folds, blushing as he watched himself cover your red cunt in cum, still rocking against you.

He almost immediately collapsed onto the bed, breathing harshly as you shuffled to undo the knot and take the rope off him. You could feel his release smearing and running down your thighs. You sat on the edge of the bed and kicked the heels off, sliding the skirt off and not caring as you used it to clean the mess between your legs. “I liked that skirt” You heard Daryl mumble, as he had been watching your every move.

You sighed and climbed into the bed with him, dominace officially leaving your body as Daryl wrapped you up in his arms, kissing your neck softly. “Ya never cease ta amaze me” He whispered, voice hoarse and heavy with sleep, you smiled softly as you gazed upon his sleepy face silently for a few minutes.

“You amazed me with your mommy kink for sure”

“Shut up and go ta’ sleep”

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I so badly just wanna consume his entire body like I literally wanna start tearing into his flesh like a fucking walker and spend my whole day fulling ingesting him into my body so we can forever be one #girldinner 🎀

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[kiss-n-tell-n-kiss-some-more]

Not to be sappy, but…

There’s nothing better than catching your little/sub looking at you with pure love and adoration in their eyes.

It’s the way they tilt their heads just a tiny bit to the left, their mouths slightly open without knowing, their eyelashes fluttering as they slowly blink.

You could be doing the most mundane thing, putting on makeup, cooking, doing work, and they just stare at you with such an intensity.

“Is there something you need, baby?” You ask.

“Oh… no… sorry…” They say, looking down and debating on walking away.

But then you grab their waist, sit them in your lap, on the counter, or table, or just pull them closer, and you hug them.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” You say softly for only them to hear, even if it’s just you two in the room or even the house.

“I just want to be close to you…” They say softly and shyly, playing with their fingers.

You give them the look you always give them, the look of ‘why didn’t you say so?’ And you press a kiss to their head, nose, cheek, and then their lips before pulling them back into a warm hug, giving them the attention they’ve been craving.

[creads]

Cami faz uma coisinha pra mim, um smut do Simon x leitora com mami kink

Tenho fome senhora🤲😔

call me paolla carossela pois👩‍🍳🥘servida?

um dia desses tava falando com a minha amiga querida @lunitt que pra mim mommy kink e mami kink são diferentes, pq mami é 😏😏😏 e mommy kink é mais 🥺🥺mim dê🥺🥺 maaasssss…. já que o 😏mami já é OLDISSIMO e canon aqui na camilândia…. rsrsrsr…… vou abordar uma coisa diferente aki……..

simon que é seu ficante escondido e um dia que vocês estão numa festa você vê ele dando ideia pra uma menina no canto do seu olho, e quando vê que ele tá desviando o olhar pra você também - cada vez menos discreto - já começa a pensar. a coisa é, você sabe que ele tá obcecado com você e só tá fazendo essa palhaçada pq você pegou o puto do pipe 🙄 então você fica dando bicadinhas na sua bebida tranquila enquanto só observa a interação dos dois. obviamente chega uma hora que você se cansa de ficar vendo ele só ser amigável com ela pq no off não quer pegar ninguém que não seja você, então se levanta e vai até eles, cumprimenta ela simpática e diz pra ele “simón, não tô me sentindo muito bem… cê não quer me dar aquela carona que você tava me devendo?” e ele finge que entende qual é a carona que ele tava te devendo e aceita na hora. o caminho é puro terror psicológico pra ele, pq você tá toda bonitinha cantarolando as músicas que tocam no rádio e mexendo nas unhas, como quem não quer nada - estranho tendo em mente o que ele tava fazendo agora a pouco. quando ele para na porta da sua casa, pergunta “tá tudo bem?”, com a voz manhosinha pq tá morrendo de medo de você ter ficado com ciúme oooohhhhhhh

você desprende o seu cinto e vai chegando mais perto dele com um sorrisinho safado no rosto, “tá sim, ué. por que não estaria, gatinho?”, joga um charminho pra ele enquanto faz um carinho no joelho dele, ele dá um sorrisinho aliviado e solta uma risadinha soprada antes de chegar perto da sua boca pra te dar um beijo, mas não entende nada quando você se afasta. balança um não meigo com a cabeça enquanto a mão vai subindo devagarinho pra coxa dele, “qual foi…”, ele fala tombando a cabecinha de lado, com a cara assi🥺. e você (🐺) “não não, eu quero conversar com você só”, enquanto passa a mão por cima da ereção que já se formou por baixo da calça jeans, e só com isso ele já puxa um arzinho falhado, daqueles que trava na garganta, sabe? “me fala, gatinho… quem era aquela?”, você perguntou meiga, enquanto o masturbava por cima do tecido, e ele te olha com o cenho franzido pq já entendeu muito bem o que você tava fazendo, “uma amiga…”. “é? uma amiga que nem eu?”, voce pergunta enquanto desfaz o botão da calça e abre o zíper, devagarinho, e ele balança um não com a cabeça enquanto observa suas mãos atentamente.

“quero ouvir você dizer”, você disse, aproximando seu nariz da bochecha quente do moreno enquanto enfiava uma mão por baixo da calça agora desabotoada, apalpando mais ainda a ereção por cima da cueca boxer preta. simon bufou, soltando um arzinho pela boca antes de responder “não…”. você respondeu um hmm, com um fundinho de satisfação na sua voz, suas mãos foram até o quadril do homem, enfiando as unhas feitinhas e a ponta dos dedos por baixo do elástico da cueca, fazendo com que simón levantasse os quadris para que você pudesse abaixar o tecido, liberando a ereção que chegou até a bater na barriga coberta pela camisa, sujando - um pouco - o tecido de pré gozo. você levou uma mão até a bochecha dele, virando o rosto dele em direção ao seu, o olhar derretido dele quase te pegou, mas o seu objetivo essa noite era muito maior que qualquer empatia que sentia pelo moreno, por isso, levou três dedos até a língua, deixando eles babadinhos ao esfregá-los no músculo que tinha acumulado um pouco de saliva, tudo isso enquanto olhava no fundo dos olhos morenos que te encaravam com tanto desejo. levou os três dedos até a glande que já estava meladinha, fazendo círculos lentinhos e olhando fixamente o homem fechar os olhos e curvar a cabeça para o seu lado com os lábios entreabertos, encostando a testa na sua e respirando mais pesado. você segurou as duas bochechas dele com apenas uma mão, fazendo com ele te olhasse novamente - agora com um biquinho na boca e o cenho franzido - para que você perguntasse “e você quer pegar ela, simon?”, mais fria do que gostaria, enquanto a mão babadinha passou a punhetar o membro que pulsava. “n-não…”, ele respondeu, até mexendo a cabeça, “own…” você disse em falsa simpatia, e logo continuou “por que não? ela é tão bonitinha…”.

“porque eu quero você, mami…”, ele respondeu, já derrotado pela lentidão que você o masturbava, desesperado por mais, até levantou os quadris para tentar adicionar mais ao estímulo, mas os joelhos falharam de tanta tensão presente no ar. “quer eu, é?”, sua mão livre que segurava as bochechas dele foram até a nuca quente, permitindo com que ele olhasse para sua mão subindo e descendo pelo membro. “tava falando com ela por que então?”, você indagou, em um sussurro no pezinho do ouvido dele, fazendo com que simón choramingasse um pouco quando sentiu sua mão parar na extremidade do pau e ao sentir você passando o polegar pela cabecinha que cada vez liberava mais pré gozo. “p-porque… você ficou com o p-pipe…”, seguido de um gemido sofrido devido a sensação de você retomando com o movimento de vai e vem, rodando o punho devagarinho e só adicionando mais prazer para ele, que chegou a cabeça para mais perto de ti, sem nem tirar os olhos da sua mão em volta dele. “você ficou com ciúmes, é meu amor?”, você perguntou, meiga, enquanto a mão na nuca subiu um pouquinho só para que pudesse agarrar os fios pretos enquanto a outra o apertava mais e o masturbava só um pouco mais rápido. ele concordava com a cabeça desesperadinho, mas logo se lembrou que você queria o escutar, então rapidamente respondeu um “fiquei…” ofegante, quase difícil de entender.

“mas você que é meu garoto bonzinho… não ele…”, você deixou uma lambidinha no lóbulo ao dizer isso, esbarrando a língua no brinco de argolinha e arrancando um gemido falhado dele, que concordava desesperado com a cabeça. continuou: “fala. fala pra quem você é bonzinho…”, descendo a língua pela lateral do pescoço dele, fazendo ele curvar a cabeça em direção ao músculo que o lambia. “pra você, mami…” - ele respondeu ofegante - “sou seu garoto bonzinho…”. “é amor… só da mami, não é?”, você sorria orgulhosa, principalmente ao perceber que uma lagrimazinha havia se formado no cantinho do olho amendoado, enquanto ele concordava e respirava mais pesado.

“eu tô… q-quase…”, a frase saiu da boca do moreno como um suspiro baixinho, seguido de um gemido falhado quando você passou o polegar pela cabecinha sensível e diminuiu o ritmo que quase estava fazendo ele chegar lá. “pede direitinho…”, você disse, lentamente tirando a sua outra mão da nuca dele, fazendo ele choramingar com a mudança. “deixa eu gozar pra você, mami… por favor, por favor, por favor… eu quero tanto…”, ele suplicava, a frase saia embolada e ofegante dos lábios entrepartidos do moreno. ele merecia isso, então, cuspiu na própria mão - agora livre - e levou ela até o membro, punhetando o pau grande com as suas mãos, girando os pulsos em uma forma sincronizada que fez simon jogar a cabeça para trás, a encostando no apoio do banco, fechando os olhos com força enquanto um gemido sofrido saiu da boca dele, os quadris se moviam para cima, sem se importar das mãos sujarem a virilha toda do seu cuspe que lubrificava as palmas. a sua voz doce o dizendo “goza pra mami então, amor… você merece” fez simon transbordar de vez, grunhindo ofegante ao sentir o jato branquinho saindo em grande quantidade dele, tanta que sujou a blusa que ele usava e até uma parte do próprio pescoço, algo que ele não tinha forças para se importar agora.

o peito subia e descia mais rápido e os olhos permaneceram fechados, sentiu o corpo arrepiar quando você passou a língua pelo resquício de porra que tinha sujado o pescoço dele, soltando até um gemido baixinho com a sensação e que ficou mais alto, mais sofrido, quando você passou os seus dígitos pela cabecinha sensível. “limpa”, você ordenou e levou os dedos melados até a boca do moreno, que aceitou eles, chupando e soltando um ar pesado pelo nariz. quando ele abriu os olhos e enxergou sua cara de tesao diante da cena, franziu o cenho olhando para ti, telepaticamente pedindo por mais. mas você retirou os dedos da boca dele lentamente enquanto acenava um ‘sim’ com a cabeça, segurando as bochechas dele com essa mão e formando um biquinho, e logo deixando um selinho na boca do rapaz. “bom garoto…”, sussurrou contra os lábios dele e logo se afastou, recolhendo todas as forças que tinha no corpo para resistir a visão dele tentando enfiar a língua na sua boca, principalmente dos olhinhos que pediam permissão para que ele pudesse se enterrar todo na sua bucetinha e dessa vez guardar a porra dele dentro de ti.

mas resistiu, deixando ele com um gostinho de quero mais e a mensagem que ele era só seu, abriu a porta do carro e se despediu: “boa noite, gatinho”

valha me empolguei e saiu quase um oneshot kkkk ❤️ just girly things eu tô até com um pouco de vergonha depois de ter escrito isso mas ain o tesao é maior então fuck them kids😛🤟🏻!!! enfim gostaram? 😄😄😝 e off não queria falar nada não mas esteban e pipe também encaixam muito bem nesse cenário 💔💔💔💔devastating. pussy 👉🏻🐱💥🪦 eu amo homens patéticos 😔✊🏻

[forever-rogue]

Hi Bee,

OK I got a Nurse Steve request for you. I was thinking tooth rotting fluff. I'm thinking it's been a few days since Cami was brought home and Steve doesn't leave her side. He's talking to her in a baby voice, badly singing, watching her every movement, telling her that if she ever considers dating Uncle Eddie and Aunt Robin will help bury the body..etc. The reader watches smiling, Steve's sees her his eyes light up with so much love. He knows its time for Cami to eat he says something like "Mommy's the best, she's going to feed you, just go easy on her " Or something like that. Then he kisses the reader, presses their foreheads looking into her eyes saying. "Thank you for everything, my clumsy girl"

(Let me know what you think <3)

AN | Okay, but imagine Stevie and his clumsy girl bringing home baby Camila 🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Steve, Main, Nurse Steve

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Camila May Harrington had been home for almost a week. 

And it had been singularly the best and most stressful week of Steve’s life. There wasn’t a way for him to properly describe the feeling that came from being at home with his wife and daughter. To put in simple terms it was the best feeling in the entire world; he had everything he could have ever wanted. 

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The two of you were lying in bed, thoroughly exhausted but happy. You were hoping to squeeze in a few hours of sleep before Cami woke up again; it was hard adjusting to the sleep schedule of a newborn, but at least you’d had some practice with the last trimester of pregnancy where you could barely sleep yourself. 

“Hey,” Steve whispered softly, shifting over to face you, a sleepy smile on his own face. He reached over and tenderly brushed his knuckles over your cheek, causing you to lean into his touch.

“Hey yourself,” you reached for his hand and brought to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to it, “do you think we’ll be able to get some sleep for real this time?”

“I think we might be in the clear,” he laughed softly, draping an arm over your waist and pulling you closer to his warm body, “maybe Cami will have some pity on her poor old parents.”

“Can’t even blame her but fuck, this is hard,” you hated saying the words out loud but if anyone in the world understood what you were going through it would be him. He knew, at least technically, all that your body was going through. Plus he was there with you in the thick of it all; you were so thankful that he’d taken time off to be home with the two of you, “I love her so much but do you think it’ll get easier? Am I…am I a bad mother?”

“Angel,” he tutted gently and shook his head, “it will get easier, I promise. We’re adjusting to a whole new little person being with us, and having to be the people that keep that little person alive and happy. It’s a big change and responsibility but it’ll get better the longer we do it. And you are not a bad mother. You’re amazing-”

“How do you know? It’s barely been over a week,” you felt the tears well up but Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead in what he hoped was a sign of reassurance, “I don’t wanna mess anything up!”

“You’ve already been taking care of her for nine months,” you couldn’t help but snort in amusement at his bright smile, “and it’s easy to see how much you love her. She knows that too.”

“Okay,” there wasn’t a way you could love him anymore if you tried. He really was everything to you, “you too, you know. It’s easy to see that you adore our daughter.”

“I do,” he promised, even though it definitely didn’t need to be said, “and I like getting to say our daughter.”

“She definitely takes after you,” you yawned and he raised an amused eyebrow, “those pretty brown eyes and an already full head of hair. And she’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“So does her mother,” he took your hand and laced his fingers through yours, “we’ll make sure the next one takes after you.”

“Oh? You assume I’m going to go through this again, Steve Harrington?” his cheeks pinked as he sheepishly shrugged. But you ruffled his hair affectionately, “you already know I would, my love. We’ll have all the little Harringtons running around one day.”

“I am so-” before he could finish whatever he was going to say, you hear Cami’s soft cries coming from her crib. You didn’t bother to hide your sigh; this was a normal reaction after all, it didn’t mean that you loved her any less.

"I'll go," you couldn't even remember whose turn it was to go and check on her but it had just become such a natural reaction. Steve wrapped his fingers gently around your wrist and kept you from getting out of the bed, "Steve-"

"I'll get her," he insisted softly, but with a firmness that suggested he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He kissed you softly before making his way out of the bed and towards the door, "I'm going to take her to the nursery so you can try and get some rest."

"Thank you," you looked at two of them, the absolute picture of perfection, before slumping back against the pillows, "I love you both so, so much."

"We love you too," he replied softly as he held Cami against his chest, "lots and lots."

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"Hey there Cami girl," he cooed softly as he held her gently, but securely, against his chest. Her cries had quieted slightly but she was sniffling and had big crocodile tears running down her chubby little cheeks, "its alright baby girl, Daddy's got you."

He opened the door to her nursery and turned on the nightlight before gently sitting down in the rocking chair. Steve remembered how much you had loved it while you were pregnant and how'd you sit in there while you watched him work. He wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Shh, shh," he cooed as she laid against his bare chest, her chubby little hand holding onto his pinkie. He liked getting to hold her like this and was a big fan of skin to skin contact, "yeah, you're okay, huh? Daddy's right here."

He smoothed his hand up and down her back in the way he'd come to know that she loved. She hiccuped lightly but the gentle rocking of the chair seemed to lull her and calm her down.

Steve started singing softly to her, lullabies that he remembered from his childhood - some of the earliest and best memories he had of his parents - and one that he’d taken the time to learn during your pregnancy. He thought he sounded terrible, but you always insisted that you loved his voice; he hoped that Cami agreed. 

Once she grew more tired and her breathing evened out, he switched to telling her stories from when he was younger and all the people that she was going to meet soon. 

“Family,” he stroked her pink, chubby little cheek, “one thing you’ll learn in life is that sometimes the best parts are the family that you make. But I hope that you always know that your mama and I love you so much. We’re always going to be here for you.”

She made a small sound almost like she was agreeing with him, which brought a smile to his face. He closed his own tired eyes, willing himself not to fall asleep; there was a part of him that was still worried about accidentally crushing her despite the fact that he knew that was extremely unlikely. 

“You’re already so loved,” he promised her, “you’ve got a huge family all waiting to meet you. I think you’re going to be stuck with them for life. Like Aunt Robin, Uncle Dustin, and Aunt Nancy and Uncle Eddie. You’re never going to be lonely. And, as you get older, you’ll be so thankful for them. Except for maybe when you start dating…Aunt Robin and Uncle Eddie would be the first to help me hide a body, but I’m just putting that out there. But we won’t have to worry about that for a long time.”

Before the two of them managed to fall asleep, Steve told her some stories about his adventures with his friends, the parts that were either suitable for children or severely edited, and about his story with you. Eventually, sleep won over and Steve fell asleep along with the baby snuggled up on his chest. Meanwhile, you were passed out in bed, snoring softly as you caught up on some much needed sleep.

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You weren't sure how long you had been asleep by the time you woke up but you were still alone in bed. You stretched, enjoying the popping of your stiff joints before making your way down the hall to the nursery. You had a feeling you'd find your loves there.

Sure enough, the two of them were in the rocking chair, both snoozing away. You didn't want to wake them but you also felt bad for leaving them like that knowing Steve would have a stiff and sore neck. 

"Hey, my love," you gently put your hand on his shoulder, attempting not to startle him. His sleepy, pretty brown eyes slowly opened and he graced you with a gentle smile, "come back to bed. It's your turn for some rest."

"You sure?" He mumbled as you nodded. Your husband gingerly stood up, doing his best not to wake the baby as he padded back down the hall after you. 

Pulling back the covers you made a space for him and he almost all but fell into bed. You slid in next to the two of them, snuggled up as best as you could.

Cami seemed to have other ideas as she started to squirm and fuss around again. Steve gently cooed at her, attempting to calm her down, but nothing seemed to work. It only took him a few minutes to realize what was going on, "you're hungry, huh baby girl? Well, your mama's the best but you have to ask her."

"Yeah, I think I can help out here," you whispered, gently reaching for her small body to hold her to yours. It was amazing what just a few hours of sleep could do, but you already felt a little better. 

"You gotta be good to her, okay? Be easy on her," he murmured as fixed your top so she could easily nurse. He rolled onto his side and closely watched the two of you with nothing but awe and reverence in his eyes, "you gonna be okay, angel?"

“Of course,” you settled Cami on your chest so she could latch on properly and start nursing. After a little bit of struggling the first couple of days, it had become so much easier, “the little bit of sleep helped. And I’ve got you right here….there’s nothing better.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he wished he had his camera then and there to capture the sweet moment of his family, “my whole world, right next to me.”

“You’re such a romantic,” you carded a hand through his dark hair, gently scratching at his scalp, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he yawned and felt his eyes getting heavier again, “‘m sorry you have to do all the hard work.”

“What do you mean?” you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips, “Stevie?”

“You’re the one that had to be pregnant and your whole body is still going through so much,” yeah…that had been pretty hard, “would do it for you if I could.”

“I know,” and you both knew that he was being serious, “you’re a good man, my love. But don’t worry, it’s all okay. And just so you know, I’d do this all again.”

“Again?”

“Mhmm,” you soothed your hand gently along Cami’s back, “and we’ll do it again eventually, yeah? Have baby number two.”

“Only if you want,” he loved the idea of having more children, but he’d never push you to do anything you didn’t want, “you’re really cute pregnant, but you’re always cute. Beautiful, sexy. All of it.”

“Oh Stevie,” you sighed contentedly, “I love you so much. We’ll figure it all out eventually. But for now, we’ll take it day by day.”

“That sounds perfect to me,” he agreed softly, “my girls, you’re everything to me.”

And he was everything to you too, as was Camila. 

That broken ankle really was one of the best things to ever happen. 

[joelslegalwhre]

Valetine's Day | Dad!Dieter Bravo x reader

word count // 1.2k

pairing // Dad!Dieter Bravo x fem!reader

summary // Dieter and your kids surprise you for Valentines day but you also have one for Dieter he didn't expect.

warnings // dad!dieter is his own warning (and au😌), a ton of fluff, reader is a mom, Santiago (Santi) is a toddler and Camila (Cami) is only about 10-18 months old, talks of breeding kink?, mention of drugs (Dieter is clean around his kids(!!), but we want him to have some fun here and then👀), reader calls dieter "daddy" (just once), this isn't proofread yet!, if I missed anything please tell me!

a/n // This has absolutely thrown my plan of introducing Dad!Dieter off track lol. Timing-wise, it's sometime after Dieter and reader already have kids and are married, but a little Valentine's Day special was too cute not to do.

So, have fun with the first little teaser to dad!dieter (he's got me in a chockehold, thanks @seratuyo & @alwaysmicado for hyping me up even more lmao) And thanks to @morallyinept for the "he said what" posts, they help me sm!

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“Okay, everyone be really quiet when we open the door, okay?” “Yes, Daddy." Santi giggles and squeezes the bouquet, which seemed huge compared to his small frame, causing the paper to rustle. “C’mon, Cami.” He stretches out his short arm to take her by the hand, having difficulty balancing the bouquet in his hand. 

"Here buddy, I'll take your sister and you give mummy her bouquet," Dieter says, gently taking your daughter in his arms. She’d only make a few steps anyway and would have to crawl the rest of the way. But ever since she started taking her first steps a few weeks ago, Santiago’s been thrilled and didn't want to go anywhere without his little sister. "Alright, ready?" Dieter asks again and both kids nod excitedly, giving him the reaction he wanted. Dieter grins at the two and then nods in the direction of the door behind which your bedroom was. And where you were still completely knocked out. 

All thanks to Dieter. He insisted on giving you an 'early Valentine's Day present' last night. 

"It's not too early, baby." he grinned with a smug smile. "It's technically the 14th already, and you know damn right what else is ready for you," he emphasized his words with a wiggle of his eyebrows, "all the time." 

You chuckled at his attempt to seduce you and slid further up the bed until your back rested against the headboard. "Okay, show me your present then, Mr Bravo." you grinned. 

"Your wish is my command, Mrs Bravo." 

And as he removed his pants and slowly moved closer until he bent his body over yours, caging you in between him and the mattress, you knew it was going to be a long night. 

"Alright, you go first little man."

Santiago nods again excitedly before stretching to open the door. Dieter tousles Camila's hair, making her smile instantly, and she looks up at her Dad with big brown eyes. "Let's go and surprise mommy, baby girl," he says and kisses her on the forehead before following your son. Dieter holds the door open so Santi can concentrate on delivering your flowers safely, all while watching his kid with a warm smile.

The noise of the door and Santis little feet tapping on the floor wakes you up. The first thing you see when you open your - still tired - eyes, is a broadly grinning Santiago. Dieter must’ve opened the curtains when he got up, so the room was bathed in a warm light.

“Happy Valentine's day, mommy!” 

“Oh hi, good morning. Happy Valentine’s, baby.” you smile and straighten up in bed to sit cross-legged. Glad you put on one of Dieter's many oversized shirts yesterday. 

“We got you flowers.” he tells you excitedly, holding out the flowers for you to see. 

“Oh my god, they're almost as big as you are." you say with a chuckle, "They’re so beautiful, bubba.”

You smell them, closing your eyes as the soft, floral scent fills your nose. When you open them again, you see the piece of paper between the flowers, a tonne of pink and red glitter to decorate the heart-shaped card. 

“Did you make this yourself?” you smile at Santiago, running your fingers through his brown curls. “I did! I used glitter, because you like it!” 

“Yes, I do.” you chuckle. “Thank you.” you smile at him again, and he looks beyond proud. 

“Happy Valentine’s day,” Dieter grins from behind Santiago, “Again.” 

You giggle as he leans down, Cami still on his arm, and gives you a kiss. 

“Ha, ha.” you say in feigned indignation, smacking him on the chest. But the smile that wins over your face, tells Dieter everything he needs to know. 

He's still leaning over you as you reach out to take Cami from Dieter's arms and bring her next to you. "Hey, my little girl." She immediately smiles and you chuckle. 

“Thank you so so much.” you say again, pulling Santiago into a hug and into your lap, as Dieter takes a seat behind you on the bed. The four of you together on the bed, the gigantic bouquet of flowers next to you - because that’s what Dieter does, and he’d die before he’d ever not get you the biggest one he could get - you felt so completely content, safe, and happy. 

“Come here,” Dieter quietly says, one hand on your waist, pulling you - and Santi - to his chest, Cami crawling on the bed next to him. You let your head rest on his shoulder, but turn a little to give him a kiss on his jaw, and another one to the small bald patch in his, slowly but surely, salt and pepper turning beard. Dieter glances down at you and gives you a smile that brings your whole world to a halt. 

Every time he looks at you with that special smile, it's like you're back in time, back in the kitchen, dancing and having batter spilt all over you. A smile that's reserved just for you.

“I love you, baby.” he whispers against your lips, his breath playing with yours.

“I love you.” you smile up at him. 

“I can’t wait to have you all big and round again. You’re the perfect mom, would be a such waste not to have another one.” he continues. “Third time’s a charm, huh?” you play along with Dieter's little game of teasing. “Any other reason you’d like to knock me up, again?” 

Dieter looks at you with a smug smile, his hand finding its way to your belly. 

“Shh now, our kids are present,” he moves closer to your ear and his lips almost touch your earlobe. Dieter knows exactly how to tease you. 

"Your tits are also incredible when you're pregnant." he grins. 

"I literally just had Cami, they're still huge." you laugh softly and shake your head.

"It’s not about the size, baby. I always love them, no exception. But when you're pregnant they're so deliciously sensitive." 

You can practically feel his cheeky grin. “Oh, you’re one of a kind, D.”

Santi is still snuggled up in your arms, half asleep again, while Cami is bubbling away next to you and Dieter, playing with the end of the blanket.

His one arm around your waist, you push up the sleeve of his dark, fuzzy teddy coat on his other arm to reveal his tattoos. Slowly, you trace both of his triad tattoos, a habit Dieter particularly loves. 

“I got you something, too.” you say after a while of comfortable silence.

"Oh yeah?" 

He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "Yeah." you reply, a knowing smile spreading on your lips. 

"It's in the drawer," you whisper, tipping your head towards the bedside table. "Open it."

Moving slowly so as not to disturb you and Santi, Dieter leans towards the drawer and opens it. The slight rustling of the small bag filled with "white goodness", as he likes to call it, tells you that Dieter has found his present. 

"Ohh baby, you just made the whole ‘baby making’ thing even better." 

You grin and feel Dieter pull you closer to him, touching your waist in the process, causing you to giggle. 

"Happy Valentine's day, daddy," you whisper in his ear. 

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💗Happy Valentine's day besties💗

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℱ𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝒾ℊ𝓃ℯ𝒹

Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x plus size!short female reader (Big Red and Peach)

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: It’s your birthday and Nat knows just how to spoil you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (scissoring, oral), f/f relationship, so much fluff, a cute cat, reader is a swiftie, they’re in love y’all, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: In the midst of writing all the wonderful Kinktober smut I had to churn out this little beauty. These two are so adorable, the NY babes are gonna be fun to play with.

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You let out a snort when you woke up, whining and screwing your eyes closed while you buried your face in the pillow to block out the sun. It was your birthday, and all you wanted was to curl up under the blankets and avoid everyone and everything until tomorrow.

“Happy Birthday!!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You growled and frowned at Nat when she walked into the room with a ridiculously large pile of pancakes. With whipped cream. And sparklers. Damn her and her cheery morning attitude. “It’s too early.”

“It’s nine o’clock, peach.” She beamed at you and sat down on the bed, setting the platter of decadent breakfast on the nightstand before stretching her body over yours so she could nuzzle into your hair and kiss your ear. “And I want to spend as much of my special girl’s special day spoiling her.”

“Ugh… fine.” It was hard to stay upset when she was sitting there in just a cami and panties, especially when she bounced happily and made her perfect boobs jiggle in a way that made you want to shove your face between them. “But we’re not going out, right?”

“Of course not.” Nat placed the tray on your lap when you sat up, clapping when you blew out the sparklers and winding her arms around your neck so she could kiss your cheek. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” She laughed when your kitten jumped up on the bed and tried to put his paw right in the whipped cream. “Except for little Gus-Gus, of course!”

You couldn’t help but smile when Nat started cuddling the kitten while you ate your pancakes. She kept leaning over to kiss whipped cream off the corners of your lips, and fuck if that didn’t do things to you. The woman had taken the whole day off work just so she could spend it with you, it’s not like you could really be mad about your birthday when that was the situation.

As soon as you were finished she was shoving the kitten into your arms and dragging you downstairs, that gorgeous smile still on her face that made you feel all gooey inside. Then you saw the living room and kitchen and you wanted to laugh and cry all at once.

Flowers. Bouquets on every surface and garlands strung from the ceilings with sprays on the walls. Delphiniums and asters and anemones and snapdragons and ranunculus. All of your favorites. It smelled like an English garden, and it looked like one. Plus there were bright ribbons everywhere, and a hand painted banner that said ‘happy birthday’ in calligraphy. You didn’t know how to react.

“I cannot believe you did all this.” Damn, your eyes were all misty. Maybe she would believe it was allergies? “You’re really leaning into the sugar mommy thing.”

“Or, I just love my little peach and how her face looks when she’s happy.” After she set the tray in the sink she wrapped you in her arms and kissed the top of your head. “And how you pretend like you don’t get all teary when you get nice things. Which you deserve, baby girl.”

“Shut up.” You huffed out a laugh and buried your face in her boobs. “Thank you.”

“Of course, honey.” Nat placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head back so she could look you in the eyes, still smiling when she leaned down to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“I couldn’t tell.” You giggled when she growled playfully and bit your bottom lip. “I love you too, so much.”

“That’s my good girl.” She kissed you one more time before leading you to sit on the couch in front of a very large pile of gifts. “And now it’s time for presents!”

“Dear god.” You sighed when you flopped onto the couch with the kitten in your lap, chuckling in disbelief when she brought the first of you didn’t even know how many presents to you. “These are all wrapped way too nicely, Nat. I feel bad about ruining the paper. It’s too much.”

“Hush.” She sat down in front of you and rested her chin on her knees. “First off, you deserve all the gifts in the world because you’re wonderful. And second, we need to make your work room more comfy cozy now that you’re home all the time. Give it that peachy flair.”

“Okaaaaaaay…” you unwrapped the first gift as carefully as possible, letting out a shuddering and slightly emotional breath when you got a look at it. “Jesus Christ.”

What could you say, she knew you. Really well. In addition to the beautiful new laptop, she got you a vintage typewriter just in case you wanted to ‘write aesthetically’, which was just adorable even though you had no idea what it meant. There were lovely pictures of the vintage furniture she had bought to fill the space, with promises that the two of you would spend weekends refinishing and painting it together so it would look exactly the way you wanted.

Then there were the borderline excessive Taylor Swift related presents, which did make you cry. You didn’t even know how she found cardigans for every single album, much less little tiny matching ones for Gus to wear. The record player didn’t make much sense until you started unwrapping the vinyls of each album in aesthetically pleasing colors, including each of the ‘Taylor’s Version’ albums with promises to complete the collection as they continued being released. She insisted on putting the Eras bracelet on you herself as soon as you opened it, and her smile got even wider when you squeaked at the tickets to the Toronto show. It was absolutely over the top, but she looked so happy every time you opened something, and seeing her happy made you happy, so fuck it.

“I have no idea how you’re going to keep this up for every birthday and Christmas from now on.” You snuggled into her shoulder and pulled your “Midnights” cardigan closer around yourself, smiling while you looked at the framed vintage print of “Great War” lyrics. “Or where I’m going to put everything if you keep it up.”

“I’ll just have to buy a bigger house.” Nat kissed the top of your head and chuckled softly, turning on ‘How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days’ while she wrapped her arms around you. “Who really needs a retirement account?”

“Um, you do.” You looked up at her and grinned when she started rubbing your hips. “Because I’m not gonna start working again, and once I put you in an old age home, I’ll need something to maintain the lifestyle I’m becoming accustomed to.”

“Old age home?” She scoffed when you just grinned wider and nodded at her. “Little girl, you are asking for your birthday spanks.”

“Wait… Nat!” You squealed when she slapped your ass then tried to flip you over, kicking your legs and trying to get away while she just manhandled you like it was nothing. “This isn’t fair, I’m tiny!”

“Which is just fantastic for me.” She laughed when you yelped as she lifted you up so she could bite your left ass cheek before tossing you over her lap and giving you a good smack. “Tiny and thick, just look at that.”

“Hey!” You pouted and looked over your shoulder when she grabbed a handful of your ass and shook it. “Don’t jiggle me!”

“But I love the jiggle.” Nat gave you another spank and growled when it sent a ripple over your exceptionally voluptuous rear end. “Now, hold still.”

After about five you finally stopped squirming, just wiggling a little each time her hand met your skin. Your breathing kept getting heavier, though, and you couldn’t hold back your soft little whines. Once she got halfway through you were openly moaning like a whore, completely forgetting about the movie and pushing your ass up to meet her hand. Yeah, you were getting wet. Like, really wet. And hot. You didn’t even notice when she landed another solid slap and you spread your legs, biting your lips when you felt your pussy throb. Damn her, she really did know you.

“There we go.” As soon as she finished she yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere you couldn’t see before she started teasing her fingers over the insides of your thighs. “Just look how messy your pretty little pussy is, peachy girl! And from a spanking. Tsk, whatever should we do about it?”

“Dunno…” you were mumbling and perhaps drooling but if she didn’t do something about the situation between your legs soon you might cry. “Natasha…”

“Aww, did somebody get a little stupid?” Nat just grinned when you nodded as she turned you over and spread your legs even wider. “Does baby need mommy to take care of her and her sloppy cunt?”

“Yes mommy.” You gasped when she propped your ankle on her shoulder so she could pull off her own panties, licking your lips when she hooked a knee over your thigh that was laying on the couch until she was straddling you. “Mommy…”

“Shhh, just let mommy take care of you, baby.”

As soon as she pressed against you you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed when she scraped her teeth along the curve of your calf at the same time she started to move. She was so soft. And warm. And slick. Her pussy slid over yours easily, her clit right against yours while her hips rolled slowly and sensuously so you could feel all of her. Nat nibbled on your ankle delicately when your pussy throbbed for her, smiling when you moaned and arched your back while your toes curled. You hiccuped when her clit found yours and started moving your hips, gripping the couch cushions when your core began tightening and it got harder to breathe.

The both of you moaned when she began rolling her hips faster, your hand sliding up her soft thighs so you could hold onto her hips while she rode you. Her lips were still pressed to the skin of your calf, sucking on it gently until you had a chain of pretty bruises along the inside of your leg. Nat purred when you tossed your head back and whined at the sensation of her sliding a hand under your cardigan so she could play with your tits, rolling over your nipple with her thumb until you let out another desperate hiccup. You whined when she squeezed your breast at the same time she changed the angle of her grinding, your eyes fluttering open when she bent over you until her lips were brushing against yours.

“My sweet, pretty girl.” Nat cooed into your mouth before flicking her tongue against your bottom lip, taking the hand that was holding your leg away so she could bury it in your hair while she gazes deeply into your eyes. “So good for mommy. Is feeling mommy’s pussy rubbing against yours your favorite, peach?”

“Mmhm… yeah.” Breathing kept getting harder and harder, your breath leaving you in a pathetic whimper while you dug your fingers into her hips. “‘M so close…”

“I know baby girl.” She tugged on your bottom lip with her teeth while letting out some low, pleasant sound from deep in her chest. “Come for mommy. You know how much I love it when you make a mess on my pussy.”

Nat pressed her lips to yours so she could swallow your cry when you fell apart, smiling when you shook in her arms while your pussy fluttered and gushed all over hers. She followed right after you, gasping and letting her eyes fall closed when her cunt spasmed against yours while every muscle in her body clenched and released. When you opened your eyes to watch her it only made your orgasm more intense, your legs tightening around her when her face flushed pink and her eyes fluttered, her teeth sinking into her pillowy bottom lip while her body rolled against yours.

As soon as you had both ridden it out you collapsed against each other, Nat laughing softly and rolling until you were sprawled on top of her while you tried to catch your breath. Neither of you could stop smiling, your eyes bright and happy when Nat pushed your hair away from your face before cupping your cheek with tender affection. You leaned into her touch and wrapped your arms around her tightly, letting out a happy sigh when she leaned up to kiss your forehead.

“You are so precious, little peach.” Nat hummed and rested her head against the pillow that was propped on the armrest, tangling her legs with yours while you pulled a blanket over your naked bottom halves. “Are you having a good birthday?”

“It would be kind of hard not to.” You chuckled when she played with your hair as you kept rubbing your cheek against her chest. “Every day with you is a good day.”

“Hmm, I feel exactly the same way.” She gave your ass an affectionate squeeze. “I hope cuddling for the rest of the day and eating a variety of snacks is acceptable.”

“More than acceptable.” You smiled warmly when she kissed the top of your head again. “But you know what’s even better than cuddling? Naked cuddling.”

“Whatever my birthday girl wants she gets.” Nat beamed at you before sitting up to pull off her cami, laughing when you immediately buried your face in her breasts as soon as she laid back down. “Spoiled.”

“Well, that’s your own fault.” You nuzzled at her breast as you relaxed, letting out a contented sigh when she began playing with your hair again. “Thank you for giving me a nice birthday. I love you.”

“And I love you baby girl.” She kept playing with your hair, laughing softly when the two saw Gus rolling around on the floor and meowing in offense at being forced to wear a cardigan. “And I’m going to make sure every single one of your days from now on is as nice as possible.”

[lolasimms]

giggly cuddling with abby that turns into play fighting that turns into her pinning reader down and saying “try it. try to get away.” that turns into r struggling and cursing at abby

and what if baby wakes up before things get dirty and abby starts playing fight with him too🥺

Play fighting with Abby

It was the typical spring day in the Anderson household. Wet afternoon, rain pouring outside, littlest rays of sun were peeking through the privacy curtains and little Levi was finally down for his nap.

You and Abby were getting your much needed break from your clingy and loud baby boy, when innocent cuddling turned into a full blown tickle attack.

It started with you pressed against Abby’s back, her right hand was stretched over the soft curve of your waist and her nose tucked into your neck.

The contact was nice, relaxing even. That’s until your wife began blowing pressured raspberries against your neck. Immediately you let out a fit of squeals an and giggles.

“Abs stop it tickles!” You yell, rolling around on the bed trying to get away from her ticklish affection.

“What you don’t like my kisses?” She’s pouting, while holding your both of your hands beside your head. She was straddling your waist as you lied beneath her, out of breath.

“No baby, I love your kisses. S’just the tickles, that hurt.” You let out a whimper when she grinds down against your crotch, once she hears your words. Immediately she patted your waist, alerting you to lift it up. In a quick motion she had discarded your pyjama cami and shorts onto the floor, followed by her own.

“My poor baby doesn’t like tickles huh?” She teases, bringing her face down towards your neck again, continuing to grind against your cunt, that was covered by your Lacy panties.

“Abs, feels so good, want more.” You demand, your stomach swirling with butterflies, heat rising throughout your body.

“Yeah, my girl wants more? More what?”

“More kisses, please.”

“Fine, but only cause you asked so nicely.”

You’re laying there in anticipation, as the both of you continue to grind against one another. Abby’s hand are still pinning yours against the pillows. As you wait for her soft kisses that you loved so much. To your surprise and horror you’re met with Abby blowing ticklish raspberries against your neck, once more.

“Abby no, please it tickles.” You try your best to move away from her again, but she has you pinned down by the hands and the hips.

“Try it, try to get away baby.” She whispers as you let out half moans and half giggles. The pain of the tickles is worth it when you see that goofy smile of hers, clearly proud of her work.

“Abs fuck off, it’s ticklish.” You’re screaming as you’re confusing to weasel your way out from under her.

The blissful moment of fun is however interrupted before it could go any further.

“Mommy!” Levi cried, throwing the door handle. Within seconds you were jumping off of Abby and covering yourself and her with the blanket. The two of you had just barely enough time to scramble for your clothes that were strewn all over the bed and the floor until the door flew open and in stormed your tiny toddler. He ran like a hurricane from the door to your side of the bed, crying the entire way there.

“Jesus, Levi,” Abby groaned as she lifted her hips and pulled her pyjama pants up. “I swear we’re going to buy a net for the top of your crib dude.”

“Want momma!” He whines, reaching his hands out for you and you lift him onto the bed, before passing him to Abby. Just when he begins to settle , Abby begins an attack of tickles, causing him to let out the loudest high pitched giggles you’d ever heard.

“That’s for interrupting my mommy time.”

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽’𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒. }

he’s not really surprised that she said it, cuz you say it all the time, calling him a "dumbass/hoe ass nigga" or telling him "nigga shut the fuck up." and aizawa teaching black students (mina and deku) and having a few black coworkers (mirko, rock lock and orca) he hears it all the time himself.

but he’s downright flabbergasted when and how she says it right to his face at that; after you told her to go get her father to come here and yk how kids be, adding extra words nobody told them to say. so your kid stands in front of him with a mischievous smile on her face and glint in her dark brown eyes as she says "mommy said to tell you ‘nigga bring your light bright ass down to the kitchen fo’ you don’t get no damn dinner’ so are you coming daddy?”

and he pauses for a moment having your black mother mannerisms come out of him. “d/n? whatchu just say to me?” she pales a bit “no daddy! that’s what mommy said.” he calls for you yelling your name. "aye y/n cmere!" you shout a "what!" from your place in the kitchen and he repeats himself. the sound of your slippers hitting the tile as you approach your shared bedroom, the anger in your steps ever so evident, belly protruding cause of your second child as you grumble loudly all the way to the door.

"nigga what? i told d/n to come get’chu for a reason na' my damn feet hurt ‘n all I wanted t’ do was cook." you look at him with an attitude hand resting on your wide hip as you leaned on the doorway. "whatchu want shota?" you take in the situation, your husband sitting on the bed a displeased expression on his face and your baby girl got tears welling up in her big brown eyes as she fiddle with her fingers.

"why my baby bout t’ cry?" you walk further into the room standing beside your daughter and in front of aizawa with your arms folded, he rubs on your belly looking up at your frustrated eyes. "’m sorry mama." he kissed your belly. "making you walk all the way back here but what did you tell her to tell me?" you suck your teeth when he kisses your belly again 'ain’t this just what i said earlier??'

sighing out your frustration you continued. "i told her to tell you ‘bring your light bright ass down fore you don’t eat dinner.’ got me walking all up ‘n down this damn house when you know how fat yo’ damn babies are." he rubs you again "’m sorry.. again it’s just your daughter cursing me out." you snicker before he looks at you with dead eyes.

"oh you was forreal? what did she say?" shota and you both look at your five year old her tears still threatening to fall. "tell your mama what you said." she whimpers while repeating what she told her father earlier, it’s a moment or two of silence before you burst out laughing. "fuck i gotta pee ima pee on myself."

you waddled to the bathroom giggling as shota rolled his eyes this is not the right outcome you came out the bathroom wiping the excess water on the cami as tears filled your ducts "’m sorry baby it’s just that shit was too funny." you sat on the bed next to him as you picked up d/n placing her on shota’s lap. "you’re supposed to tell her that she shouldn’t be saying those words at her young age."

you pat his face leaning forward to kiss your daughter on both her chubby cheeks fixing around her bonnet. "those aren’t even the extra bad ones.." you caress her cheek with your thumb. "you know not to say those words to your teachers and the grownups outside the house right? unless they need to hear it.." shota nudges your shoulder and you exclaimed playfully. "what sho i don’t think it’s that serious i think it’s quite hilarious in fact."

he shakes his head from side to side kissing the top of your daughters’ cap "just don’t get used to saying words like that ya’ hear me d/n." she nods her head and y’all stay there for a minute or two loving up on her before you you spoke interrupting the silence. "so baby girl.. say another curse word." "y/n!" you cackle at shota’s face getting ready to get up.

"i’m just kidding.. alright let’s go i wasn’t slavin’ over that hot ass stove for nothin." your daughter jumped off shota’s lap running towards the kitchen. aizawa gets up grabbing you by your hand, pulling you towards him minding your belly, your arms wrap around his shoulders stroking the hairs on the back of his neck as he slaps your ass then grabs it. "she gets it from you ya’ know. you need to stop cursing."

you hum pulling him down kissing him tenderly before pulling away, dragging your hands from his shoulders to pat his chest as you look deeply into his eyes. "i ain’t gotta do a fuck thing.. pretty ass nigga." you peck his lips before waddling away.

you turn your head, sticking your tongue and middle finger out at him before crossing the doorway, your husband shook his head know something like that was coming his way as soon as he said those words. 'these girls are finna be the death of me i hope this next girl isn’t so troublesome.'

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[kingexplosionmurderapologist]

BNHA Characters x Quotes from my friendgroup, Part 3

“My New Year’s resolution is to do one drug I’ve never tried before” -Sero

 

“I hope I am not just a kouhai to you, but a problem as well.” -Kirishima to Amajiki

 

“I hope I am not just a senpai to you, but a problem as well” -Mirio to Deku

 

*in a hot tub* “I’m looking for a notebook… and I’m in water.” -Deku

 

“I usually don’t have thoughts in my head” -Todoroki

 

Kendo, about Monoma’s costume: “It’s like if the Phantom of the Opera was homosexual.”

Monoma: “That’s what I was going for!”

 

“I had to put some happiness into the world to make up for the dick I was putting into it.” -Mirio

 

“Do you think Costco sells sex toys in bulk?” -Mineta

 

“Do I look like I give a fuck? I’m drinkin’ titty tea, bitch” -Mina, drinking boba

 

Nejire: “Name four things you can feel.”

Tamaki: “Let’s see, the crushing weight of existence-”

 

“These big mommy milkers are a burden, but I will carry them.” -Camie

 

“I can’t sleep, my brain is in stupid mode” -Kaminari