#of course their hips still just continue to get bigger and bigger with every birth but it doesn't even matter anymore!

[pregtboy]

boys whose hips grow so irreversibly irreparably huge and wide after pregnancy and birth that they decide to just give up trying not to get pregnant again altogether since the damage is already done >>>>>

[birthing1020]

🤰🏽 4️⃣ 🏠 👖⌛🧠

Tags; female, quad, home, clothing birth, overdue, didn’t know they were pregnant.

It was like any other day, you finally had a day off work to begin your spring cleaning. You dressed in your usual tight yoga pants that hugged your curves perfectly and a sports bra - because why not? You were in your own house.

You had thoughts of being a mother in the past, but settling down with a partner was out of the question as you wanted to learn more about yourself - so, the occasional one night stand would suffice until you were ready. The thoughts of a child’s laughter throughout your empty bedrooms often filled your mind, but you knew this was the best — for now.

It had been awhile since you slept with anyone and your period was often late or you skipped a month, but nothing was going to prepare you for what was about to happen. In fact, you have been dealing with the occasional cramping, but that’s normal for a period.

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It had been thirty minutes with cramping here and there - back pain almost unbearable, but of course, you were oblivious as there were no other signs. Slight weight gain, but that’s normal. Your tits went up a cup size and even felt heavier, but that’s normal with weight gain. Everything else? You never had what your friends had when they knew they were pregnant.

You decided to lye on your bed, your back firmly against the mattress with your legs sprawled out. You sigh with content as the pain slightly subsides, maybe you were just overworking yourself? You rub your belly, trying to soothe the cramping that keeps coming and going every few minutes.

After the continuous pain that keeps arriving, you groan in frustrating and sit up on your knees. Your legs slightly apart as you bend over, your ass perfectly in the air. However, the more you moved, the more the pressure slid through your body. Starting from the area of your stomach and down to your uterus.

You moan out and grip the bed as the pressure continues to get stronger, you don’t know what could possibly be going on, but you try not to panic. You put your head into the mattress and groan out in pain.

“What is happening to me?!”

You frustratingly tug on the comforter that’s on your bed. You give a push and moan out, slowly but surely some of the aching subsides. You pant and try to catch your breath, still not realizing what is fully going on. You couldn’t believe it — were you? The denial instantly racing through your head.

You grunt and push again, you try to spread your legs further but the yoga pants are constricting your ability to open more. Still, the pain is too much to bear and you can’t reach down to yank the fabric off.

Your panties are now drenched and you push down harder, letting out a sharp cry, grunting and thrashing your legs around to try and get in a more settling position.

You slowly sit up and look down, a bulge is right against the fabric of your pants. Your gasp of realization hits — and you’re once again hit with another contraction.

“OH MY GOD!” You scream out and push, your hands fiddling with your pants, trying to at least open them. You pant harder and push again, the bulge only getting bigger and before you know it, one baby comes sliding out of your now laboring cunt.

Your water bursts and you’re met fluids soaked up in your clothing, you pull the baby out of your leaking pussy and you grunt, lying her on the bed.

“Oh my goodness —.” You moan out and hold your stomach, once again contractions take place and you strain your legs, bracing and pushing again. It doesn’t take long for this head to emerge — it’s like each baby was pushing each other out, trying to make more room for the next.

You grunt and push down, this head was bigger than the first one. Slowly stretching out your pussy. You scream out as a burning sensation comes along, the bulge in perfect view in your tight pants. You pant and force your legs further apart, thrusting your hips forward like you were trying to push this next baby out. You groan and scream, pushing down again; before you knew it a huge bulge formed in your pants and you sigh, the pressure dying down as the second baby girl slid out your pussy.

You open your pants and lye the girl next to the other newborn. You look down at the two helpless babies. You stand up and pace around, not knowing what to do at this point. How did you not know you were pregnant?!

Suddenly another contraction hits and you’re met with squatting down. You grip your knees and push as hard as you can, wonder when this would stop! You’re met with a now crowning head, at this point you feel like your vagina will never stop expanding. You grunt and push again as the next baby fills up your pants. You pant out and feel the urge to push — just like that the third and fourth babies are now birthed in your pants. You fall on to your knees and scoop both little boys off the fabric they fell into.

You look around a groan, everything happening to you in a shock. “What the fuck?!” You sit down against your bed and pant, wondering what to do next.

[septimusmoonlight]

Anonymous: You're in the foster care system and the day you turn 18- with no idea what you're going to do now- a demon lord shows up and claims you've been promised to him. He'll take care of you, make sure you're fed and sheltered and looked after. In exchange for being his breeding bunny, of course.

Oooh, I really like this <3

I’m up late, as is my wont as a night owl, and the clock hits midnight on my birthday while I’m mindlessly scrolling through my phone in bed. I’m simultaneously happy and apprehensive - I’m a legal adult now, but I hardly have a foothold in the world. There’s not much for me to do, really.

That worry is quickly pushed aside in favor of a different worry, however, when there’s a flash of red light. Abruptly, someone is standing in my room, easily seven feet tall - not counting the horns - and staring at me with an appraising, then an approving, look in his fiery yellow-orange eyes.

“It appears I was wise to take that deal,” he says, half-to-himself, before addressing me. “I’m aware this is sudden, but you have to come with me. Your birth parents got up to some…less-than-reputable business before you were born, and promised you to me as payment.”

I can’t really complain, if I’m honest. The demon is incredibly handsome, muscular, and powerfully-built - and alluring in a way I can’t really pin down. Still, he doesn’t leave me any choice, pulling me out of bed by my upper arm with a scary amount of strength before my bedroom is whisked away in place of a new environment. It’s not a demonic hellscape or anything like that; just a nice-looking house, with upper-middle-class furnishings from what I can see of the space.

“I may be a demon lord, but I’m not a complete monster. You’ll be taken care of. No need to worry about your position in life,” he says idly. Then, he grins. “On the condition that your position in life is to be my toy, of course.” Without warning, he manhandles me to the floor, looming above me, his sharp fangs on display. “Why not celebrate by working through every room in the house?”

My eyes gravitate down as he pushes my knees up to my shoulders, ripping my clothes off with quick precision. His cock quickly makes itself evident - huge, bigger than anything I’ve ever taken, and decorated with nubs and spines that make his inhuman nature very clear. I speak up, warning him that I might not be able to take it (right away, at least), but he doesn’t seem worried.

“Oh, you will.”

With that ominous promise, he starts trying to force it in, slow-but-consistent pressure against my pussy confirming that he’s way too big for me to reasonably take. I can’t fight against him, I know I can’t, but I still squirm in place a little bit as he works the very tip into me.

“Come on, sweetheart, I can tell you want to take it,” he soothes me condescendingly. “Just relax a little bit.” I follow his directions so that he doesn’t feel the need to get more forceful, and he uses the leeway to push the very tip of his cock in, his size reinforced by just how clear it is that he won’t fit inside.

He hisses through his teeth at the sensation as my toes curl. “Fuck, humans are always so tight,” he growls. “I’m about to change that, though.” He wiggles his hips. “I’ve experimented with other humans in the past, but you’re the first toy I’ve had that’s expressly mine, funnily enough.” He pushes forward just slightly, and I jolt. “I guess I should thank your parents.” He pauses thoughtfully, like I’m not writhing beneath him. “Or not. They weren’t the best business partners.”

As I shudder in combined pleasure and pain, he continues pushing, those spines and nubs catching on my entrance before pushing inside and scraping against my walls in a beautiful and torturous way. I try not to clench around him so that they don’t hurt any more than they already do, but my attempts to stay relaxed are useless as my body involuntarily tenses at the intrusion. There’s a part of me, however, that absolutely relishes the pain, welcomes it, wants more - and that’s the part of me that’s making me so incredibly wet.

“I’m glad you’re not trying to fight. It would be such a shame to have to mistreat you,” the demon says, his claws digging into my skin and his tail lashing back and forth to betray how excited he really is. “Eighteen years isn’t really much for someone like me, but waiting around to find another deal for a whole human body would be remarkably tedious.” His hips meet my skin, and he sighs, running a hand over my midsection to feel out the impossible bulge where his cock is seated. “There, isn’t that nice?” He suddenly leans over me, forcing eye contact as he presses me close. “You’re mine now, and I’m going to make sure you know it.”

He pulls out about halfway. Almost without meaning to, I wrap my legs around his waist, a wordless plea for him to come back. He grins at me. “Oh? Looks like you already know it.” He thrusts forward, and I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head as his textured cock invades my body again. “Isn’t that cute.”

He fulfills his promise to make sure I know who I belong to now, fucking me without mercy on the floor of the home I was brought to without permission. His cock, painful, huge, and beautiful as it is, becomes the only thing I can focus on or think about as the heat of his body surrounds me, destroying any awareness of outside sensations, making me cum over and over and over again. The scrape and stab from his inhuman spines only adds to the pleasure, centering my knowledge of myself on him, only him, my master, my owner, my world.

I don’t know how long it is before he cums, but when he does, his burning seed floods my womb, filling it to its limits and then past them, quickly swelling my midsection with a beautiful golden-orange glow. My belly presses against his skin as he rides out his orgasm with uncontrolled, jerky movements of his hips, making sure I still feel him. I cum one more time, clenching hard around him, every sense except pleasure and pain decaying into static.

“…Well, that was nice,” he says idly as he pulls out, leaving me sloppy and gaping. I twitch sluggishly. “There’s the main room done. We still have a good handful to get through, though.”

I can’t resist as he picks me up like I weigh nothing and unceremoniously slams me against the dining room table, facedown. His cock goes straight into my ass next, and I can hardly manage a strangled scream as he gives me the same treatment as before, paying no mind to the wordless, tortured noises I’m making.

He was right. I don’t have to worry about what I’m doing with my life anymore - not when I’ve fallen in love so thoroughly with the feeling of him brutalizing me, using me, breaking me into his perfect, useless fucktoy.

[birth-stories]

2k drabble of my princess oc giving birth to her kings babies

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The swell of her stomach was hidden by the layers of cloth, but she could still feel her womb tighten every so often. She had been experiencing these pains for a few days now, at first they were just mild. Similar to what she felt before her pregnancy with each month that she bled. But now, they were different, much stronger. Painful even. Often taking her breath away at the worst of times.

She could hear the chattering amongst the maids and servants from where she sat at the dining table. 

Hand cradling the bottom of her tight midsection, she suddenly stood up. Trying to keep herself steady so she wouldn't topple over from the weight of three large babies pressing on her hips and softened cervix. 

"I'm going to lie down, please do not disturb me" she stated before turning to exit the room.

Her husband knew that was a complete lie, he could read right through her. She wasn't hiding her labor as well as she thought, he could sense all the changes. But of course, he wanted to respect her and decided against bringing it up in front of anyone.

Meanwhile Rose had made the quick journey to their shared bed chambers, glad nobody was following her or asking questions. 

 

Quickly shutting the door behind herself, she let out a breath, working on fumbling with the layers of her dress.

Allowing the pieces of fabric to fall to the floor, she felt goosebumps rise to her bare skin which was flush.

After feeling another wave of painful contractions that tightened her low sitting mid section, her legs shaking from the strength of the pain.

Pulling in a sharp inhale of breath, she forced herself to move forward. Her legs felt like they could buckle any minute, the contraction still wrapped around her taut belly.

"Oooh-" she whimpered weakly, feeling a sudden wetness between her legs. The realization that her waters had broken, soaking her thighs and the lush carpet beneath her feet.

Eyes screwed shut, she finally reached the bed, practically collapsing upon the lush sheets, the best her husband had said at one time.

Breaths still heavy, she shifted to lay down on her side, legs spread across the bed as folds continued to leak from her tender nethers.

She could feel the first baby's head press against her throbbing nether region. 

Hand reaching down to push a few fingers again, she bit back a whimper. She could just barely feel the head brush and push against her finger tips, still not quite open enough.

As her hand laid to her side, the door had suddenly opened and her eyes quickly opened, trying to cover her naked sweaty form.

"It's just me love~" her husband crooned, having closed the door behind himself, noticing her lack of clothing. 

"Ah, labor must've started~" he spoke quietly, making his way across the room and over to where her withering body was.

Cool hands resting on the side of her swollen stomach, he hummed rubbing his thumbs against the contracting skin. He could hear each babies unique heart beat, it was a soothing sound to his ears. Of course nobody knew that he was a vampire beside Rose and a select few in the court.

He also knew these children would be on the bigger side, and was trying his best to comfort his laboring wife who seemed to be in agony as she withered and moaned on the bed. Sweat and other bodily fluids soaking the once clean sheets. 

Getting in behind her, he settled her against his chest and wrapped his arms around her contracting waist. Hands lifting up the rounded mid section to ease up the pressure on her pelvis. 

A small gasp left her parted lips, a brief moment of bliss present on her face. But it had vanished in a mere few seconds at the building contraction. Wrapping around her waist and creeping up her back, she let out a choked cry.

Her body screaming at her to bare down, to bring the first of many children earth side into her arms, to suckle from her swollen milk filled breasts. 

As the contraction peaked, she began to bare down. Giving into the primal instinct to birth her children.

The first few pushes hadn't made much progress, between each one she was desperate to catch air, chest heaving up and down as her body trembled and ached from how tired she felt.

But suddenly between the haze of exhaustion and pain, something gave way within her womb. She could feel the first born's head push against sensitive lips. Just barely inching forward, a teardrop shape present before it suddenly slipped back in.

"Come on love~" her husband coached, slim fingers brushing against her bloody thighs, not minding such a mess. It was a beautiful mess in his eyes.

Moaning yet again, she leaned forward and bared into her chest as hard as she could muster, letting out a strangled scream deep from her chest. The white hot burning of the baby's head did not stop until it popped out with a sudden force. 

Blood and other bodily fluids soaked her thighs, the delicate skin in her cervix bruised from such a large head that dangled between her shaking thighs.

"I can't! I can't!" She sobbed weakly, nails digging into her lover's arm as he carefully pried her off, allowing her to rest against the pillows.

Hurriedly making his way across the room, he settled a mirror in front of her, the baby's head in clear view of her watery vision as he situated himself at the end of the bed. Preparing to catch the first born into his arms, large hands gently cradling the head, checking for a cord that thankfully wasn't wrapped around the neck.

"One more big push for me, my love!" He encouraged, unable to contain his excitement. For years he longed for a family, unable to find a wife that would be able to carry his heavy brood of children. That is until he met Rose, who even through the bodily fluids of birth, looked amazing in his eyes. 

With the last bit of energy she could muster up, Rose bore down again, another pained scream ripping from her throat as the shoulders tore through her sensitive folds, the baby shooting out with a gush of fluids that soaked the bed entirely.

Slumping back, Rose attempted to catch her breath, tears welling up in her eyes as she heard the first gurgly cry of the newborn who was kicking and squirming in Adam's arms.

"It's a boy!" Adam announced loudly, placing him on top of his mothers bare chest.

Rose took a few moments to process the squirming and wailing infant who was rooting against her chest, in search of her swollen nipple. 

"Oh-!" She gasped out, letting Adam clean off the newborn while he greedily nursed, tiny hand kneading against her chest as she studied him.

"Oh.. you're so beautiful-" she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. She was thankful to have a few quiet minutes with the newborn since the contractions had eased up.

As the baby had finished nursing, Adam quickly brought over a large bassinet he had custom built, along with a damp washcloth. 

Gently taking the baby from Rose's arms, he laid the baby down, securely swaddling him in a soft blanket so he could rest.

After doing that, he began to clean up Rose's thighs as she leaned back into the pillows with a shaky breath. Her hand still cradling her fully belly as she felt the contractions begin back up, this time with much more force. 

"Ohh-" she moaned out weakly as Adam set the washcloth to the side, gently bending her legs.

"Nice slow pushes~" Adam soothed, rubbing a cool hand over her thighs as she began to bare down.

This baby was large as well, a bit bigger than the first. Though it was moving much faster than the first, the teardrop shape returned. Her folds turned white from the strain. 

"Good good!" Adam encouraged, reaching to rub at her throbbing clit as she whimpered, slumping back into the pillows. 

"I can't do it again!" She wailed, hands shaking as she balled them into tight fists, tears rolling down her reddened cheeks. 

The head hadn't slipped back in, but it was stuck from what Adam could see, pulling the thin skin taut. 

"Breathe for me" Adam stated, moving to sit in front of her as he moved a hand to rest against the bulging head. 

Rose tried to focus solely on her breathing, withering and in quite a bit of pain. Though Adam's fingers inserting her thin folds that were leaking blood and birthing fluids was by far the most painful thing she had ever experienced.

Another deep scream ripped from her throat as Adam forced the head out and onto his palm.

"Good girl!" He praised, leaning into pepper tender kisses on her face as she whimpered and hiccuped, feeling the baby turn.

"Don't push for me, let me pull a little bit~" he soothed, helping the baby begin to turn before giving a tug as the shoulders popped free with a strong contraction.

Rose gasped, eyes wide as she waited for the second born to cry, and after a few moments of tense silence, she gave a shaky smile as the baby let out its first cry.

"A baby girl!" Adam announced, once again proud of his wife for birthing their first beautiful daughter.

Rose tried to take a moment to catch her breath, holding her as close as she could, letting the second baby begin nursing from her aching nipple.

Adam cleaned up the baby and cleaned up Rose yet again, moving across the room to grab a cup of water and some more fresh towels. 

Allowing Rose to take a few small sips of water, he brushed her hair out of her face, a small smile on his face.

"I'm so proud of you~" Adam purred out yet again, nuzzling her sweaty cheek gently. 

Rose gave a small nod, allowing Adam to take the second born to swaddle and set her beside the first born who was fast asleep.

Adam's hand moved down to her stomach, contracting belly, rubbing the stretched skin gently. He would miss seeing her so heavy with his children, but he was thrilled to soon have three children running about the castle. 

"Are you ready for the last one?" He asked quietly, feeling her belly tighten beneath his palm. All she could manage was a weak nod, shifting a bit as she tried to get somewhat comfortable. She wouldn't say it aloud, but something felt off about this baby, but she wasn't sure what.

But within a few minutes of pushing, the problem had revealed itself. The baby was breech, and the body was quickly descending out of her battered folds.

"Okay-" Adam sucked in a breath, fighting down his nerves as he reached to cradle the small body.

"This one is breach my love, I'm going to need you to give me your hardest pushes for the head-" he coaxed, feeling around the neck to make sure the cord wasn't tangled, which it wasn't.

All Rose could manage was a small nod of her head and a few sluggish blinks, her head spinning from how tired she was. She wanted this to be all over, she was exhausted and sore. 

Giving a hard push, she bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood as the head suddenly shot free as she yelled out, clearly surprised.

"Good girl!" He cheered, getting the final baby to cry- another girl.

"We have another daughter!" He announced, still proud as he laid the large baby on top of Rose's chest.

Rose slumped back, whimpering softly as the contractions seemed to slow down, the after birth was easy to expel too.

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After getting a much needed wash down and the babies all cleaned properly as well, the new family was seated in the fresh bed set.

Adam was still so proud of her, cradling her now somewhat flat belly as he nuzzled her neck, allowing her to rest.

He couldn't wait to knock her up with even more babies soon. 

[catxsnow]

BRUISES D.W.

Request: Hey honeypot! how are you darling? are you comfortable with writing older damian kinda smut? because i just had this idea where he has this super sweet girlfriend and one day batfam sees her with bruises on her neck and they think mayb damian hits her or something? and Tim mentions that he has seen bruises on her hips as well and they confront him and her and they tell the fam that's from sexy times and they are like "two days ago you were a baby. how are you an adult now?"

Warning: mentions of sex, bruising from s e x, Older!Damian

A/N: since someone wanted a requested post, here ya go :)

Word Count: 2.1k

Damian's brothers always saw him as the child of the family, even when he had grown up to be a fully functioning twenty-two year old. He was still treated like a kid when he saw his family and it drove him crazy. His whole life he had been just as old as them mentally and now that he was, they still treated him like a twelve year old.

When you came into his life, it was refreshing to have someone treat him as the adult he was. You respected him and he always showed the same to you. Your friendship was grand and always full of surprises. The biggest was the night that you no longer realized you wanted to be just friends, you wanted to be lovers.

Damian met you at the library on a cold night in Gotham. You were studying for an exam and he was looking for literature that his father didn't already own. He bumped into your table by pure accident and was thankful for his single moment of being a klutz.

You were a kind, quiet girl. Most people over looked you while those who got to know you knew that you were nothing like your facade. Damian of all people learned that the most. The more he got to know you, the more he saw that you were hiding a whole other side of you. You could be wild but only around those you trusted.

When you began dating, he saw yet another side of you. Damian thought you were wild when he got a few drinks in you - but in bed? He was amazed.

When you learned about Damian's secret life as a vigilante, he made sure to start training you. There was no way that he was going to leave you defenseless in case he wasn't there to protect you. So, at least once a week he would bringing you back to his father's home and teach you everything that he knew.

Most times the two of you worked in the background while Bruce did his own thing on the computers. Sometimes his brothers and sisters would show up and tease him. You never understood the nick names - demon spawn, baby bird, even little D. They must have been from when he was younger.

His family liked you. Dick was always excited to see you and had some sort of conversation to spark. He came to visit you and Damian quite often. Jason found you to be kind, reserved - not the kind of person he expected Damian to be with. Tim, Duke, Cass, and Steph thought you to be the sweetest person they had known.

You held a shy smile around them, hesitance in yours eyes. They were all so tough, it was hard not to be intimidated by them. Even Damian at first was difficult to look past his height and muscles. They never saw the other side of you that Damian got to see all the time. He always teased you for it.

For the first time in a long time, both Dick and Tim were at the Manor. They were supposed to be helping Damian and Bruce with a case but kept reaching dead ends. To pass the time, Damian got you back on the sparring mat to continue your skills. You came a long way since you first started, but no where near ready to take any of them down.

This was the third day in a row that you were down there, sweating your ass off and learning what it meant to truly have sore muscles. Damian had been staying at the manor all week and by the second night there he asked you to join him. He missed you in his bed. Of course, you couldn't deny his request.

You had already shed your shirt, the material was drowned with sweat. Damian was much the same with only his shorts and his ankle being tightly wrapped in a tension bandage. He always feared bruising you when you dueled like this, but with the litter of blue and purple already on your skin he couldn't do much about it.

Damian had suddenly kicked your ankle out from under you and you landed against the mat with a thud. He stuck his hand out to help you up, but you only tugged him down. Damian acted fast and instead of letting you get the upper hand, trapped you below him. A smirk was on your face.

Damian gazed down from your sweat beaded face, to the small bruises he had given you the night before. Five faint little circles were on your neck, all lining up perfectly with the pads of his fingers. He matched your smirk, thinking about your incredibly hot sex from last night. He was sure that there were still residual scratch marks down his back.

"Another round?" You toyed, knowing exactly what was running through his mind. He knew that you meant another spar, but his mind was stuck on the idea of dragging you up to his room and giving you more marks for him to admire. "Or did I tire you out this time?"

"Try to keep up, beloved," Damian narrowed his eyes. Teasing him like that wasn't fair - especially when his brothers were right across the room. He peeled himself off of you and bounced back up for another fight. You followed his lead, arms up and light on your feet.

Dick and Tim were watching from afar. The computer was running in the background and there wasn't anything that they could do until them. Bruce was at work and Alfred was somewhere in the Manor doing things. Titus napped by the mat where you and Damian were, his snores could be heard from where the two men stood.

Tim narrowed his eyes at the couple. You had been around for years, keeping to yourself and never really speaking up until necessary. It made him wonder about you; not in the fact of your loyalty, but if you were maybe too loyal. Every time you were over, some sort of bruise was visible on your skin.

At first, he chalked it up to you bruising easily - or that you were just a klutz. Then, they got more common. They were darker, bigger, often times in the same places that should have been hidden by your clothes. You never talked about them, and if someone brought it up, you changed the subject.

Tim was worried about you. Damian had always been a violent person, he was raised that way since birth. Sure, Bruce had changed him, Dick too, but old habits ran strong. It made Tim wonder if it was Damian purposefully leaving the bruises on you. Was he taking all of his hate and anger out on you?

"If you squint any harder you might get stuck like that," Dick joked. Tim turned away from you and Damian and up towards his older brother. "Damian's a good teacher, maybe she'll be as good as us one day."

"That's not what I'm worried about," Tim confessed. Dick raised his eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. "You ever notice how (Y/N) is always covered in bruises? Her legs, her wrists - she has bruises nearly every time we see her. I just... I wonder what Damian does behind closed doors. I'm not saying Damian would do anything terrible, but he was raised by Talia. Restraint hasn't been his strong suit."

"You think he hits her?" Dick suddenly became worried. Tim hesitatingly nodded. It wasn't something that he ever wanted to accuse Damian of, but the thought had crossed his mind more than once. "Damian would never do that... would he?"

"I would rather be safe than sorry," Tim decided. Their attention went back to the two of you. You had Damian's wrists pinned and the both of you were laughing so hard about something that tears streamed down your face. Looking at them, it never seemed like Damian would do such a thing. Tim also knew that you were too quiet to ever speak out about it if he did.

Damian pecked your lips and the two of you called it enough for the time being. You wiped a towel down your face before slinging it over your shoulders. Hand in hand, you walked over to Dick and Tim who were looking nervously between each other. There was no good time to ask such an intrusive question.

You wished to jump straight into the shower, but Damian insisted to check in to see if there was any process. "Is the computer done downloading th-"

"Are you hitting (Y/N)?" Tim blurted out. Your eyes widened at his sudden question and you felt Damian tense beside you. How dare he accuse him of ever laying a hand on you? Even when sparring he made sure never to hurt you. There were accidents, sure, but never intentional. To have Tim assume something like that? It was unfathomable.

To try and explain himself, Tim pointed towards the bruises on your neck that he had just noticed upon your approach, as well as the ones visible right above your shorts. Damian grunted beside you, understanding why Tim thought the way he did. You on the other hand, felt your face flare up with embarrassment.

Dick and Tim looked between themselves at your unexpected reaction. Damian gave them a look, hoping that they would understand without having to say it out loud. Unfortunately, they didn't pick up on it. Damian wiped a hand down his face, not believing that he actually had to explain this to his older brothers.

"I got them during sex," you muttered out. Their eyes widened at your answer and a flush filled their cheeks. However, Tim still wasn't satisfied with the answer of the bruises on your neck. There was no way that they were hickies - they weren't the right color or shape. Damian sighed, cringing as he perfectly placed his fingers were the bruises were.

"Oh I think I'm gonna throw up," Tim made a disgusted face. Damian had a smug look on his own. Not only did he prove him wrong, but he also made him extremely uncomfortable. Two birds, one stone.

"You're like twelve," Dick exasperated. Damian was still the same little boy in his mind. In no way should he be old enough to be having sex, especially by the looks of it, frequent sex. Seeing the two of you dating, it always seemed like a cute middle school couple - in no way did he think about you as adults.

"I'm twenty-two, Richard. You're a decade off."

"Decade or not, I still know too much now," Tim shuddered. You were thankful that Damian tugged you away from his brothers. You were still flaming with embarrassment from the encounter. Now, every time you would see them that would be all they could see: the bruises that Damian left around your neck.

Even if you were adults, like Damian said, you still didn't like the idea of his brother's knowing what happened between the two of you behind locked doors. Damian didn't seem to mind. Maybe because it showed how old he really was or that he got to prove that he was getting laid consistently.

All you knew, was that you were grateful that they didn't bring Bruce into this little theory and him finding out what you did to his son - or what his son did to you. Though, as the world's greatest detective, you feared he already knew the truth.

"Join me in the shower?"

"You're seriously thinking about sex right now? After that?" You raised your eyebrows. Damian's sex drive was impeccable - sometimes a little too impeccable. Dragging you from Gala's, pit stop on patrol, he even caught you between classes one time. Now, after his brother's teased him, he was still ready to go.

Damian shrugged. "You're saying you aren't? After all that teasing while we trained? I felt your heart rate when I showed them what the bruises were for, beloved. You got excited." You glared at him, knowing damn well that it was true. He squeezed just enough to get you thinking about your previous night.

"You're game better be good if you want to distract me from that shit show that just happened."

"When is my game ever not?"

[marvelouspeterparker]

hi! since you're done with prof!tom (and thank you for writing all of those requests; you're awesome!) I was wondering if I could request something for mob!tom? where like reader has just given birth and has been given the 'okay' by her doctor to be intimate with tom again but because she's insecure about how her body has changed, she lies about it and tom finds out and decides to show reader just how much he still wants her; body changes and all?

––clearing out my inbox–– (requests are closed) 

this turned out way longer than expected lol but i’m kinda proud of this one

warnings: smut

word count: 2k

"darling, you know i think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right?” his eyes were looking into yours, making sure to get through to you. he placed his hands on your cheeks and you smiled sadly.

“you’re just saying that because you feel bad, tommy. it’s fine, i know i don’t look as good as i did before.” you tried to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let you.

his brows furrowed, “did someone say this to you? who was it?” 

you could tell he was getting ready to fight, to do whatever he could to avenge you, but you quickly shut him down. “no, no baby, no one said anything.” he tilted his head, his eyes softening, almost asking in silent question, then why––

you sighed. “i just. my figure doesn’t look the same, my stomach is still a little big from the baby, my stretch marks are even bigger, and the list just goes on tom.” you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “and i just don’t know if i’ll ever be able to look like i did before...” you looked up at him, your eyes starting to water. “when you fell in love with me.”

he could feel himself starting to crack a bit on the inside. he felt angry that you felt this way, that you could put such ridiculously judgmental thoughts in your head, even though it wasn’t your fault. but more than that, he was upset that he let you reach a point where you didn’t think he would love you anymore because of what you looked like. 

he took your hands and brought you over to sit on the bed next to him, the both of you facing each other. “darling, i fell in love with you for way more than just your looks. i fell in love with you for your kind heart, your beautiful soul, your intelligent mind, and everything else i could possibly list off. i don’t care if you never look the way you did before, either because you physically can’t or because you just don’t feel like it. i love you for you. and i’m sorry that i let you feel this way, it’s absolutely killing me inside.”

his voice got quieter near the end and you brought your hand up to hold his jaw and he smiled at you. “even if you don’t think it, i believe that you are the most stunning woman ever. and all of those changes your body went through only show you how amazing you are, how powerful your body is to have grown a human life and pushed it out of you.” he let go of your hands and held your cheeks again, “you are incredible.” he pulled you in and kissed you gently. it wasn’t one of your usual kisses, but it was just as loving, it was reassuring and it was everything you needed. 

a tear slipped from your eye as you pulled away, a small laugh escaping you. “oh, tom.” 

“hey, hey,” he wiped the tear before it could get far. “no crying, okay?”

you bit your lip, nodding, your face still in his palms. “i just don’t know what i did to deserve you.” 

he shook his head. “such a silly girl.” he tapped your nose playfully. “everything i do is the absolute least i could do for a perfect woman like you.” he kissed you again, this time deeper and you could feel the tension in the room shift.

he pulled away after a bit, looking at you as he spoke. “now i don’t want to rush you, love. but if you’re ready, i’d like to show you just how much i still want you and will forever want you no matter what.” 

you nodded almost immediately. “i want you too, tom.”

he smiled, giving you a small peck, which turned into several, longer kisses as your hands unbuttoned his shirt. he took it off hastily, without breaking the kiss, then reached for his belt and threw it aside. you pulled away, making him whine but you just smiled and got up to help him take his pants off. 

he stood up and reached for your shirt. “can i?” 

instead of responding, you started to pull it off yourself, but he was quick to bat your hands away, making you gasp and look up at him. 

“naughty girl,” he tutted. “told you i wanted to take it off.” you just smiled. it’d been a while since he spoke to you like that and you could already feel your head slipping into that intimate space again. it felt like home. he pulled the shirt off of you and his eyes roamed your chest. your breasts had gotten bigger during pregnancy but they were still very sensitive so he knew not to touch. he’d do fine with just staring for now. “fucking gorgeous, baby.”

“my eyes are up here, you know?” you teased. 

his eyes shot up to yours as he licked his lips, a grin on his face. “oh i know.” 

you just rolled your eyes in response. then he bent down and kissed your stomach, as he pulled your sweats down. your panties were not cute at all, but the hungry look in his eyes told you that he did not care. just as he reached for your panties you gasped suddenly, backing up one step. “wait––”

his eyes found yours immediately, trying to cool the fire in him as he became concerned. “what is it?” his hand reached for yours, his thumb rubbing your knuckles softly. “what’s wrong?”

you swallowed, suddenly nervous. “i just um––” his eyes were soft, patiently waiting for you to continue. “i don’t look––that good down there?” you laughed awkwardly. “uh i just, i started to shave but then i gave up cause it was too much work and i wasn’t really expecting this so it doesn’t look that pretty––”

tom stood up, his hand still holding yours, the other coming to hold the side of your face. “darling you just had a baby. i’m not expecting you to look all clean shaven for me. that would be ridiculous.” he kissed you gently. “just wanna make you feel good like you deserve. s’that okay?”

you looked at him before kissing him again, thankfully, a smile on your face. “yeah okay.” 

he smiled but instead of getting back on his knees he led you to the bed and you lied down in the middle. he slipped his underwear off and climbed up on the bed, settling between your legs. he looked up at you once more, confirming that you wanted this before sliding your panties off. you spread your legs and his eyes locked in between them. he licked his lips subconsciously and the sight honestly gave you the ego boost you needed. 

“can i taste you, lovie? gonna let me put my mouth back where it belongs?” 

you nodded but that wasn’t enough for him. “forget your manners already, love? hasn’t been that long, come on.”

“please put your mouth on me tommy.”

his lips curved upwards as he lied down between your thighs. “of course. my girl gets everything and more, you know that.” he wasted no time, and used two fingers to spread you open, licking his way into you. he’d missed seeing you like this, being able to taste you and touch you the way you both loved. you let out a small oh and he pulled you in closer, dying to hear you again. 

he placed his hands on your thighs gently, keeping you close as he let you grind your hips onto his tongue. he moved his head up and down with you, not wanting you to do all the work. he left long wet kisses on your pussy, his tongue languidly stroking your clit as he moved along with you. 

your hands found their rightful place in his curls and he moaned into you, not realizing how much he’d missed that feeling. the sound of him enjoying himself only made you wetter, your pussy clenching around nothing. it didn’t take you long to reach your peak. “fuck that feels so good tommy––”

he sucked on your clit and you mewled. “that’s it. wanna watch you fall apart on my tongue baby.” his eyes were entranced as he watched you, your back arching the way he missed, your breath catching as a soft sigh escaped you, your hands pulling at his hair in the way that thrilled him. your thighs clenched around him, a gasp falling from your lips as your eyes fluttered shut. tom didn’t stop his movements, his lips still wrapped around you, his tongue lapping you up until you dropped back down on the sheets, your eyes opening slowly. 

he pressed a kiss to your clit, then to your thigh, his eyes still watching you in awe as he sucked marks into your skin. when you calmed down, your hands pulled him up eagerly and he complied with no complaints. 

you pulled him down to kiss you and he made sure to hold himself up, not wanting to press against your sensitive chest, making you smile. “want you inside me.” you looked down to his hard cock, he was already leaking. “please?” you batted your eyes innocently and he narrowed his eyes at you, shaking his head as he laughed.

“you little minx.” he rubbed his cock through your folds, swiping your wetness as he went along, rubbing it over your clit, making you jolt. he smiled and slid into you slowly. a little too slowly for your liking. so you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him in making him bottom out immediately. 

you both moaned out and he rested his forehead against yours, “fuck. needy little thing aren’t you?”

you nodded. “only for you.” you were already breathless as he slowly started thrusting into you deep, pressing your clit every time he pumped his hips. 

“shit––” your walls were clenching all around him “missed my pretty pussy so much.” his eyes drifted down to where you were connected, looking at your arousal wetting his cock, your cunt opening up to him like it was made for him.

his eyes found their way back to your face and stayed there as he sped up his movements, watching the way your body showed the pleasure you were feeling, the pleasure he was giving you. 

“feel good baby girl?” he brought a hand down to rub at your clit. his smile was cheeky as he looked into your eyes and that only made you clench around him even more. you loved when he was cocky, and he knew that too.

you nodded, biting your lip. “so so good. always make me feel so good tommy.” 

he growled, fucking into you faster as he got closer. he’d been throbbing ever since he got his mouth on you. “such a tight little pussy. always good for me. you gonna cum one more time with me?”

“yes yes.” you pulled him close, digging your fingers into his back as you felt yourself inching closer to the edge. it wasn’t long before the two of you climaxed together, your mouths locked together as you moaned into each other, the both of you connected in more ways than one. 

you both agreed that you didn’t want to pull away from each other just yet––it felt comforting to be so enveloped by each other. so tom moved the two of you over onto your side, facing each other, looking in the lights of each other’s eyes, the glow in your skin. 

he ran his knuckles over your cheek lovingly. “please tell me when you’re feeling down about yourself darling, okay? so i can remind you just how amazing you are.”

you smiled, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. “okay tommy i will.” you kissed him slowly, taking your time to show everything you felt. “i love you.”

“i love you too darling. so much.” 

[theeslytherinslut]

12 Grimmauld Place (5/?)

Pairings: Sirius Black (post Azkaban) x reader, Remus Lupin x reader’s brother, Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader 

Word Count: 2,909

Warnings: lil angsty

A/N: The longest chapter yet and it’s entirely in Sirius’ perspective! Hope I wasn’t too far off from his inner monologue. Also lots of spicy Tonks cause I love her. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6

Sirius’ POV

Feeling intrusive, I caught Tonks’ eyes as Remus and Y/N hugged each other, her sobbing into his shoulder. With a quick twitch, I signaled to her that we let them have a moment. She nodded and followed me into the living room. 

“Still haven’t gotten around to cleaning anything, have you?” she teased, gesturing to the layer of dirt and dust that seemed to cover every inch of the house. 

“Whenever you feel up to joining in...” I teased back. 

“Well, it looks like you’ll have Y/N to help you with that,” she responded, raising her eyebrows at me in a funny way. 

“What?” I asked. 

“Y/N,” she looked at me meaningfully. But not knowing what she meant, I stared blankly back. “You men--it’s a wonder you make it up in the morning by yourselves...Obviously, her flat is no longer safe. She’ll have to stay out of sight for a while too. What better place to both be safe and stay out of sight than here?” 

“Stay here?” I asked dumbly. Sure, I figured she’d stay the night, but it never occurred to me that this would be the best place for her. But now that Tonks pointed it out, it did make sense. Not like she could go back to her blown flat; besides, she was vulnerable there. Vulnerable and alone. 

“Yes, cousin. Are you alright?” she laughed at my bewildered state, but I didn’t find it so funny. It was difficult to ignore my feelings for her when I wasn’t seeing her every day. How was I supposed to manage now? 

At school, it was easier to manage. In the hallways, I’d look at anyone but her, smirking at any girl I caught looking at me, any sort of distraction. But when Moony wanted to go have a chat with her, well, I’d have to plainly look away, instead contenting myself with glaring at passing male members of her house, daring any of them to speak up or look at her. 

Remus had made his views very clear in the year of her arrival. He’d been gushing about since first year, always saying how she’d enjoy something or another. I still remember her terrified face during Sorting dissolving into a bright smile when her eyes found us seated at the Gryffindor table. Remus waved excitedly at her from his seat, the rest of us doing the same--all hoping she’d soon join us. However, upon seeing the rest of us with him, her face turned bright red, and her eyes went terrified once more. Before I could even shoot her a reassuring smile, she’d turned back to McGonagall. Unfortunately, she’d been placed in Slytherin, something we never let poor Moony forget. That night in the common rooms after everyone else had long gone to bed, he’d made us all swear to never lay a finger on her--to essentially be another three big brothers--never to look at her in any sort of way. Of course we all made the promise, but I couldn’t honor it. 

I still found myself scouring the Great Hall for her face at mealtimes, ducking around shelves in the library in between classes looking for her. I always made sure to be on my best behavior in front of Remus, but behind his back, my eyes couldn’t wait to hungrily devour his sister. Her witty remarks as some Gryffindor teased her, her filthy mouth when a fellow Slytherin made the wrong comment--and just when I thought I couldn’t fall for her any more deeply, I’d caught her hexing a Gryffindor in the corridor. The poor bloke came out a few seconds later, clutching his jaw and nose, both of which were expanding at an alarming rate. She came skipping round the next moment, smiling broadly at her achievement. It was all I could do not to kiss her right then. 

“Sirius?” Tonks asked, pulling me from my memories. 

“Sorry, yes?” I asked, trying not to appear as anxious about it all as I was. 

“What’s your problem?” she asked. Looking at her, I weighed my options. On the one hand, the only living soul who knew about how I felt about Y/N was now no longer, in fact, living. On the other, keeping it such a secret allowed me to continue in my friendship with Moony. Lovely as she was, I couldn’t have anything come between us. Not when we were the only ones left. 

“I--” I started to begin the story, but upon remembering James, I stopped. “Nothing.” 

“Sirius,” Tonks started, an offended look on her face. “I am your cousin. You tell me right now, or I’ll go get Remus, and he will.” 

“You would, wouldn’t you,” I said, a fond smile coming on my face as I looked at her. 

“I most certainly would.” she threatened. With her hands on her hips, I was suddenly reminded strongly of Mrs. Weasley, which only made my smile bigger. “Now, go on and tell me, you grinning git!”

“Alright, lower your voice. Can you keep a secret?” I asked, looking at my hands. 

“Course I can,” she indignantly responded. 

“Well, there’s a, a slight--er, problem, with Y/N staying,” I said quietly, keeping an ear out for her sniffles. 

“Problem? What problem? Not like you don’t have enough rooms. Or is it you fancy her or something?” she said, laughing. I kept quiet, and after a moment or two, realization began dawning on her face. 

“Oh, but Sirius, she’s Remus’ sister!” Tonks said, looking at me scoldingly. 

“Don’t you think I know that, Nymphadora?” I barked, angry that she responded the way I feared.

At the sound of her birth name, her hair began burning bright red, and I retreated. 

“Sorry, it’s just--I know, okay? I’m very much well aware of the fact she is Remus’ sister. Why do you think I’ve kept my distance all these years?” I said. 

“Likely cause you were in Azkaban,” she pointed out. I gave her a nasty look, and she smiled softly. “Next time, don’t use my full name.”

I rolled my eyes and began anxiously pacing the floors. This was wrong; this was all wrong. The one girl Remus said was off-limits. All he let me get away with all those years at Hogwarts. With a fresh pang of guilt, I recalled a put-out looking Remus looking at me while I talked to a tall, blonde Ravenclaw during Charms. It was only years after I learned he’d had a thing for her--but to my defense, I’d have backed off without a complaint if he’d only told me. 

“All these years?” Tonks said, liking working things out in her head. “Surely that doesn’t mean...since Hogwarts?” 

“Yes,” I admitted miserably. “Since her first year.” 

“First year?” she shouted. 

“Keep down your voice.” I hissed at her, pausing to hear Remus speaking softly to Y/N. 

“Sorry,” she winced. “But really, since first year and you’ve never said anything?” 

“Well, I couldn’t. Remus made us all swear to leave her alone--and bloody hell, was that a job. After school, it was easier, once I was able to keep my distance. Out of sight, out of mind, as the Muggles say. Sorry, you know how Arthur loves his Muggles.” I laughed as she gave me a funny look. “And then--as you so astutely pointed out--I was in Azkaban. So it really hasn’t been a problem these last few years.” 

“But now she’s living in your house,” she pointed out. 

“Precisely,” I responded, running a hand over the scruff on my face. She remained quiet, looking thoughtful for a few minutes before responding. 

“Well, this is just bloody ridiculous. You’ve got to do something,” she said. 

“Do something? Do what? How could I betray Remus like that? He’s the only one left, Tonks. How am I supposed to betray him this way, especially after James, and then all the time apart, and then managing to let Peter slip through our fingers? I can’t do this to him.” I reasoned, beginning to harden my resolve. 

“Oh, you are bloody ridiculous, you know that?” she sighed, running her fingers through her now bubblegum-pink hair. 

“Excuse me?” I said, stopping my pacing to glare at her. 

“Bloody ridiculous!” she repeated, “Sirius, that was years ago. That was a feeble promise forced to be made by an older brother before his friends got horny and couldn’t think straight.” 

“What?” I said, pulling a face as I considered her words. 

“Remus made you all promise that so young so she wouldn’t become a plaything of yours, especially when the both of you turned out to be such whores.” Tonks laughed. 

“Whores? I was not a whore! And certainly not James, why after fifth year I don’t think I ever heard so much as a comment about any girl besides Lily.” I defended the both of us, vaguely aware of how I’d ridiculously brought my hands to my hips in indignation. 

“Sirius, you’re family, you know I love you--but Merlin, you were the biggest sodding slut the whole of Gryffindor has ever seen! I’d bet there isn’t a room in the castle you haven’t done something naughty in.” she laughed once more. I opened my mouth to protest, but couldn’t come up with a room fast enough--only proving her point. 

“Now, you two are not schoolchildren anymore. You are a grown man, Sirius. There’s no need to honor such a trivial and unnecessary pact.” She took a step towards me and put her hand on my cheek, dropping her voice. “Think of how much you’ve suffered, Sirius. Think of what you’ve lost; think of who you have lost. Remus has suffered the same loss. He lost James just as you did, but he also lost you. He thought you’d gone bad, thought Peter dead--James and Lily were dead. And then, years later, you return--innocent. You came back to him, and he, you. Things like that change a man. I’m sure there’s no one on this planet he trusts more with his sister than you. Don’t sacrifice your happiness for one more minute, cousin. Especially not when things look so similar to how they looked before, back when it all went wrong. Don’t waste another minute; I’m not going to either.” 

Shaken at her words, I remained quiet for a few moments. So much had changed since that night in Gryffindor tower. Maybe he wouldn’t mind the idea so much anymore. Besides, he trusted me enough to keep her safe.

My happiness...I’d never given the idea much thought, never considered it much of a possibility after being imprisoned. Never had reason to since. But now, my brain was swimming with possibilities. 

“Hang on,” I said, remembering the end of her monologue. “You aren’t going to either?”

She cursed under her breath before looking at me.

“Noticed that, did you?” she grimaced. I merely looked at her expectantly. “Alright, fine. Can you keep a secret?” 

“I mean, if I outed you, you could just out me,” I pointed out.

“True, alright. Well, it’s Remus,” she whispered, avoiding my eyes. 

“You and Remus?” I asked, frowning in thought. 

“And what about it?” she said, looking at me testily. 

“Well, nothing really. It’s just I never thought about it...are you sure?” I asked after a moment. I loved them both, but the thought had never even crossed my mind once. Surely if there was something between my cousin and my best friend, I’d have suspected something by now. 

“Of course I’m sure, you git,” she hissed at me. 

“So then why aren’t you together?” I asked. I couldn’t think of any reason they shouldn’t be if they both felt that way. Not like I had a sit down with the lot of them about not dating her. 

“Because he too is being ridiculous. Refuses to even look at me most of the time. Says I’m too young, says I deserve better than him.” 

“Better than Moony? Good luck with that one, cousin.” I laughed, shaking my head at the thought. 

“That’s what I keep saying, but he’ll hear none of it. Says I deserve better than a shabby, poor old werewolf.” she rolled her eyes. 

“Is that really what he thinks of himself as? A shabby old werewolf?” I asked, sad for my friend. If anybody deserved happiness, it was Remus. Before she could answer, we heard him calling. 

“Pads?” I suddenly heard. He entered the room alone, smiling softly at the two of us. 

“Hey, mate.” I smiled at him, opening my arms once more. Remus had always grudgingly accepted my affection, which only made me more inclined to give it knowing it bothered him. And as I knew he would, he rolled his eyes and smiled as he accepted. 

“Perhaps we should stay...” Remus said, looking to Tonks and then back to the kitchen. 

“Ooh no, you don’t. We’ve got to go, cut up sister or not. Besides, who better to take care of her than Sirius? Isn’t as if he’s got anything better to do. Perhaps she could persuade him in actually cleaning something in this wretched house.” Tonks added, gesturing to filth. I glared at her but remained silent; she was right. The house was filthy, but it was painful enough to be here, let alone restore the bloody thing.

“Suppose you’re right...” Remus said after a moment, “Take good care of her, Pads.” 

“Course I will, Moony. Always took good care of you, didn’t I?” I jeered.

“Not bloody likely! And don’t you go taking credit for that, that was all Madam Pomfrey,” he scolded, wagging his finger at me like he used to as a Prefect. “The group of you could hardly stand to sit still in the hospital wing for half an hour, let alone get me through a transformation!” As Remus told his story, Tonks looked at him with a funny look, and with an alarming pang, I realized Y/N often shot me the very same look. Did that mean she felt for me as Tonks felt for Remus? 

“That is bang out of order, mate! I worked hard at becoming an Animagi! Took years, it did. Don’t remember seeing Madam Pomfrey out trotting about with a teenage werewolf. Besides, kept your arse out of trouble!” I bantered back, smiling jovially. 

“Oh, it just as easily could’ve gotten me in trouble,” Remus shook his head at the memories.

“But it didn’t, did it?” I teased, “You know you loved it just as much as we did, Moony. Try as you might to remain all high and mighty. Ickle Prefect Moony,” I jeered, poking at him as he laughed. 

“Alright, alright. C’mon, let’s go before the two of you really start down memory lane. We’ve got to meet Dumbledore.” Tonks said, gently steering Remus towards the door. 

“Hang on, you’re going to Hogwarts?” I asked. I couldn’t help but be jealous. 

“Briefly. That wretch woman gets nosy when we’re there for more than a quick pop in.” Remus said; the disgusted look on his face told me he meant Umbridge. 

“Ah, well, say hello to Harry for me if you see him. I hear the little scamp likes roaming round nearly as much as we did.” I smiled after them. 

“That he does; I still remember catching him with that map...I don’t even know how he got ahold of it. James would’ve been so proud, out in the dark corridors taunting Snape. Like father, like son.” Remus smiled fondly at the memory before hanging his head slightly and ambling off to join Tonks. My chest hurt at the mention of James and Harry, and I was once more painfully reminded of my solitude. What I wouldn’t give to see James again...

I followed them to the door, waving goodbye as the two of them popped out of sight. I stared longingly at the spot where they’d disapparted. 

Standing in place, I gave myself a moment to gather my thoughts before returning to the kitchen. 

Tonks had made many good points, but were they just good because I was looking for any kind of reason to be with her? Did they actually make sense, or was I just looking for an out?

Remus had only made us promise once in the wee hours of the morning in the Gryffindor common room. Besides, if family was off-limits, well, that made him a right hypocrite, didn’t it? He did leave her here with me though, with the promise I’d take good care of her. That meant, to some degree, Remus trusted me with her. Would I be breaking that trust by going with my gut with Y/N? 

Good and evil continued to argue on my shoulders, but if I waited for a decision, I might be here for years. 

What’s more, was she even interested in me? I mean, sure, I’d caught her staring in school--but that was years ago; a lot had changed since then. But then there was the blush that always colored her cheeks every time I said something cheeky, the relief on her face when I’d met her in the port key room. Surely she wouldn’t let someone she detested bathe her, right? 

I resolved to simply flirt. If that went well, then she felt something too. And if she felt something too...well, let me not get ahead of myself. 

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Taglist: @geeksareunique @fredweasleysbitchh  @green-intervention​ @stopbeingcurious

[hatterstan-shameblog]

Okay so Aguni is sound asleep, just enjoying the few hours of peace he has, when there's a knock on the door. He ignores it, but the person just keeps knocking and knocking.

"Morizono, open the goddamn door!" he hears Takeru call, "This is an emergency!"

He groans to himself before standing up and opening the door.

"What?"

"So, remember that weird chonky cat Niragi found?"

"Yeah... what about it?"

"It's not fat... and is not a cat."

Where Hatter and apparently every other idiot at the Beach mistake a domesticated pregnant genet for a fat exotic cat. And it just gave birth on Hatter's bed.

I have no idea in what direction this is supposed to go lol but hopefully something chaotic.

alright I had to look up what a genet is and DAMN they are CUTE AS HELL and I’m love them v much

💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Terminator

Rating: PG-13 for dialogue and like one drug reference

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Aguni Morizono is a simple man who enjoys simple pleasures.

He enjoys a healthy slathering of grape jelly on his toast. He enjoys watching the sunset reflect over the ocean. He enjoys watering his garden and reading the newspaper and taking naps on the sofa on Sunday afternoons after he’s finished his grocery shopping for the week.

What he does not particularly enjoy is being shaken awake by a borderline-frantic Takeru in the middle of the night.

Takeru insists that he has a good reason; that this is an emergency. Aguni reminds him that running out of marijuana does not qualify as an emergency, and pulls the blanket over his head in an attempt to shut the very exuberant man out.

But the aforementioned exuberant man refuses to be shut out, and he references the aforementioned emergency again—this time insisting that it is an actual real emergency and requires immediate attention. Aguni sincerely doubts this and tries his damnedest to fall back to sleep—a truly Herculean task, given Takeru’s incessant talking and the way he’s bouncing on the other side of the mattress like some kind of weird large puppy. Aguni is just about to enter the first misty moments of dozing off as Takeru says words like ‘Niragi’ and ‘cat’ and ‘bed’ and it’s all somewhat possible to ignore until he utters one word that makes Aguni sit straight up.

‘Babies.’

Now, ‘babies’ as a concept does not bother Aguni. He’s actually somewhat fond of them, the way they unabashedly stare at him on the train or in the park, eyes wide and fat little hands waving a clumsy ‘hello’ in his general direction. And if he waves back sometimes, well...that’s his business. (It’s only polite, after all.)

No, the issue here is that ‘babies’ and ‘the Borderlands’ sounds like a terrible, terrible mix. What’s worse is that said babies have, for some reason, been left in Takeru’s care. And, judging from Takeru’s presence in his room, the babies have been left alone.

It takes no time at all for Aguni to throw on a pair of pants and slip into his boots. It takes even less time for him to grab Takeru by the collar of his robe and physically drag him down the hall, the other man switching between heartfelt thank-you’s and desperate pleas for Aguni to be gentle when handling the raw silk of his ensemble.

Now, to those of us on the outside of Aguni’s brain, it may seem like he hasn’t thought this through; that he has tunnel-vision’d his way through the last two paragraphs without a logical thought as to how and why ‘babies’ may be present. That is simply not true. Aguni has considered that ‘babies’ could actually mean a number of things aside from ‘human infants’ and has thus compiled a short list of the three most likely candidates:

The spider plant he had placed on Takeru’s windowsill has propagated—or, as some would call it, ‘had babies.’ This is Aguni’s favorite option of the bunch. It is also the least likely.

Something about the cards. Although Aguni has never Takeru refer to them as ‘his babies,’ it is no secret that he is very protective of his prized collection. Seeing as this may or may not affect the entire Beach, it’s important for him to be aware of the situation.

Takeru is high as a goddamn kite and hallucinating. This is, unfortunately, the most likely scenario.

It is also important to mention that Aguni has taken a good look at his life and his choices throughout this ordeal, particularly when Takeru commented on the state of his biceps and made an off-color insinuation about the right one looking slightly more defined than the left—and then asked if he would like to discuss his love life, with an exaggerated raise of his eyebrows. Aguni chose not to comment. He also chose to push Takeru into the doorframe on the way into his suite, and took a smidge of pleasure when his head collided with the wood with a satisfying clunk-ing sound.

“Look,” Takeru says proudly, pointing a finger at the bed, “babies!”

Nestled in what a bulging nest of fluffy white blankets are...things. Fuzzy things. One big fuzzy thing, with sleepy eyes and what looks to be a long spotted tail wrapped around one, two, three tiny fuzzy things. When Aguni leans in to get a closer look, the big one quirks a corn-chip-shaped ear and gives him a wary glare.

“What,” Aguni asks, “in the goddamn—“

But before Aguni is able to finish his sentence, Takeru is giving him a stinging slap on the arm.

“Aguni Morizono,” he hisses, hands balled into fists and perched on his hips like a mother hen, “I will not have my children exposed to that kind of language.”

There are plenty of things wrong with what Takeru just said, but Aguni is having trouble getting past the idea that these...creatures have somehow been claimed by his very silly friend.

“Think about it,” Takeru continues, swanning his way past a very confused (and tired) Aguni to sit on the edge of the bed just behind the brood of fluffy individuals, “This lovely lady could have given birth on anyone’s bed...but she chose mine.  Why do you think that is?”

“Because you leave the sheets all balled up in the middle and it’s the perfect place for an animal to make a nest?”

“Wrong, but I like how confident you sounded when you said it!”

With his hands pressed together and held in front of his lips, Takeru looks almost prayerful as he very seriously explains his theory.

“A woman alone-- heavily pregnant, scared, and lost in these cold and cruel Borderlands.  Her thoughts shift to her young.  Who will keep them safe?  Who will help take care of them?  That’s when her instincts took over,” Takeru opens his arms, the silken cuffs of his robe pooling around his elbows, “and, using her superior sense of smell, followed her nose to the den of the nearest alpha male for protection.”

Aguni wishes he could say that this is the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. He also wishes he had a cup of coffee (with a healthy glug of Bailey’s in there for good measure) before this whole event took place.

Takeru has since busied himself with the tiny new mother and her young, watching with gentle fascination as the newborns snuffle and snooze against her with unopened eyes and clumsy paws. When he reaches out a ring-bedecked hand to stroke along the bigger one’s head, she gives him a small growl and a pointed glare—to which he laughs and withdraws his touch, saying something cheeky about “the last time she let a man get too close” and quickly following it up with a promise to talk about it “after the kids are asleep.”

Takeru has just held up his hand for a high-five (which Aguni has decided to not reciprocate) when they hear a crash and then a bang and then the thundering thumpthumpthump of angry booted footsteps rapidly approaching their position in the bedroom. For some reason—a reason he’s not very keen to dwell upon at the current moment—Aguni instantly snaps into defense mode, hands curling into fists and shoulders squaring themselves in anticipation of a coming attack.

“WHERE. IS. TERMINATOR!?”

Niragi bursts into the room like a firework, all noise and flash and fire in his eyes. His knuckles strain around the dark of his rifle, ready to shoot at a moment’s notice. Of course, Aguni knows (hopes) he won’t actually resort to filling Takeru full of bullets, but he keeps a close eye on his trigger finger, anyways.

“Ah! There’s my co-parent,” Hatter says with a measure of glee, gesturing with a flourish of his hand towards the cute, hairy pile on his bed, “As you can see, our lovely Terminator is doing very well and—“

“Our? She’s not fucking ours, she’s fucking mine,” Niragi snaps, “and I’m gonna fucking kill you for stealing my cat.”

“Not a cat,” a calm voice says, and Aguni turns to see Last Boss lurking in the doorway, katana sheathed and arms crossed, “She’s a common genet, native to the savanna’s of Africa.”

“Ooh, does that mean the babies have dual citizenship? No, wait,” Hatter claps his hands together with glee, “triple citizenship? Africa, Japan, and the Borderlands?!”

“Africa’s not a country, it’s a continent, dumbass,” Niragi retorts, “and I think we have bigger problems than what’s going to be on their fucking passports.”

It’s probably not the best thing in the world for Aguni to let Takeru and Niragi descend into heated bickering—a back-and-forth of ‘you stole her’ versus ‘no, she chose me’—but Aguni is simply not interested in breaking up their squabbling. Instead he goes to stand by Last Boss, who’s watching the two long-haired men argue like it’s a mildly interesting tennis match.

“So,” Aguni says, “you, uh, seem to know a lot about those things.”

“I did my research when Niragi first brought her back,” Last Boss says calmly, “He’s good with her, but I wanted to make sure we were taking care of her correctly.”

“Did you know she was pregnant?”

“I had my suspicions. Niragi wouldn’t listen, though. Kept telling me she was just fat.”

“Yeah, I thought she was ‘just fat,’” Niragi interjects, his gun no longer pointed at Takeru but a murderous gleam still in his eye, “because this fucking asshole kept feeding her potato chips!”

“Because she loves them,” Takeru shouts back, throwing his arms up in the air, “So shoot me for being a nice guy and sharing my snacks with your weird cat!”

“Don’t,” both Last Boss and Aguni say in unison—which is very uncomfortable for the both of them, but at least it has the desired effect of keeping Niragi from blasting a few dozen holes through Takeru’s person.

With the two of them quickly getting back into their heated back-and-forth, Aguni turns his attention to the creatures on the bed. Somehow, despite all of the noise and excitement, the mother and her babies have curled up and fallen asleep, the rhythmic rise and fall of their bellies a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them. Aguni feels jealous, but also, feels bad about feeling jealous because this...Terminator thing has undoubtedly had a rough night, too.

“Luckily,” Last Boss says, “genets are pretty independent creatures. She’ll be fine to take care of the kits on her own, provided that she has access to food and water.”

“So we should just...leave her alone?”

Last Boss shrugs.

“More or less.”

Aguni sighs internally. He sighs externally, too, but the internal sigh is the one that really sums up his thoughts on the whole situation. Just getting one of those hot-headed men to leave those poor animals alone is challenging enough, but both of them? That’s bordering on ‘damn near impossible.’

But, for the sake of those weird fuzzy babies, he has to try.

Takeru jumps when he feels Aguni’s hand on his elbow. He also manages to shut up for a moment, which is a nice bonus. Last Boss has also sprung into action and seems to be talking to Niragi in hushed tones, a hesitant but friendly hand on his shoulder.

“C’mon,” Aguni says, gentle-firm as he guides Takeru into a standing position—much to the other man’s confusion.

“Mori, what—?”

“You’ve had a big night. I’ve had a big night. But do you know whose had the biggest night of us all?” Aguni gestures to the snoozing creatures in front of them, “Terminator. She’s exhausted, and the last thing she needs is the four of us keeping her up. You can stay with me tonight, and we’ll figure the rest out tomorrow.”

“But,” Takeru protests—an iota quieter, now that he’s realized that the pipe on the bed is now a sleeping pile, “we can’t just leave them alone, can we?”

“You’re right. Which is why,” Aguni says, “Last Boss is going to stay with her and keep an eye on things. If he’s okay with that, of course?”

Last Boss offers a solemn nod. Aguni makes a mental note to thank him for this later—maybe he’ll let him pick the music on their next supply run (provided it’s from Aguni’s list of pre-approved artists, of course...)

“You know what? Fucking fine,” Niragi spits, flicking his hair back with a quick jerk of his hand, “it’s too goddamn late to deal with you fucking losers, anyways. I’ll come back to collect my cat and her kittens in the morning.”

Aguni does not risk correcting Niragi on his incorrect terminology regarding his pets—frankly, he’s a little too busy being amazed at how suspiciously easy it was to get him to leave. With a sharp pivot, Niragi is exiting the room in what could be called a ‘brisk saunter,’ no doubt wanting to put as much distance between himself and whatever-the-hell just happened in this room as possible.

Aguni, for once, can relate to Niragi quite well.

With Last Boss keeping vigil over the new little family, Aguni is able to wrangle Takeru away from his room with minimal fuss. It’s probably because the man is very tired—despite multiple claims that he ‘isn’t sleepy yet’ and ‘can stay up for hours.’ This theory is proven when, within a grand total of seven seconds of Takeru flopping face-first onto the middle of Aguni’s bed, he’s managed to slip into what only can be described as a ‘light coma.’

Aguni manages to wrestle a stray pillow away from his sleeping friend’s grasp (he’s a notoriously cuddly sleeper, which has led to some...interesting situations over the course of their friendship) and settles his weary self onto the couch. It’s not quite long enough to accommodate his height, but it’s good enough for what will most likely end up being an extended nap before the sun comes up and he needs to solve whatever other issues have popped up at the Beach overnight.

...But, at least those problems won’t involve babies.

Probably.

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Also here is a common genet and DAMN SIS U CUTE AS HELL

[dancingthesambaa]

The Smell of Plum Blossom Tea Ch 2

Summary: Just like a butterfly wing, a single act of kindness can change the course of the future, it certainly did for MK as a black-furred monkey put out a hand towards him.

Rating: Teen and up

Chapter 2: What’s in a Name?

It was a week since Macaque had taken MK in and to the child it has been the best week of his life. When he woke up in the mornings he didn’t have to worry about there being no food as he smelt it as soon as he opened his eyes, he could play in the forest with all the monkeys as long as Mac was there and he even had clothes that fit him instead of the same stinky shirt on days end. Everything was just wonderful.

“MK, what should we do about school?”

Or at least it was, but as soon as the monkey demon asked that question, MK's whole body deflated. “Do I have to go to school?”

“Education is important shooting star,” he said as he diced up some plants. “It helps things we don’t know and things we want to know.”

“Okay, but it is really boring, I always lose all my stuff all the time, and the teacher always explains it so weirdly,” the child pouted.

“Everyone has a different method of teaching, so you may have a method of learning as well.”

“Oohh….what does method mean?”

“It’s just another word for way.”

“Oh okay,” MK then tilts his head, “so what are you doing anyways?”

“Well right now I’m cutting up some herbs so I can use to make medicine,” he explained in simple terms as he then picked up the diced up blue plant and placed it into a cauldron and began to stir it.

“I didn’t know you could make your own medicine from home!” He leaped up and tried to poke his head over the counter to watch, “I always thought that you get it at the doctor's office.”

“Well doctors actually get it from a lab where people make the medicine there, this space here is my own lab.” He gestured to the room that was filled with all types of different ingredients all placed in a package inside of one storage cabinet and in another was a cabinet filled with modern lab equipment.

“So you don’t have to be a doctor to make medicine?”

“Well for most yeah, but for me,” he grinned as he picks up MK with one hand and placed him on his hip as he continues to stir with his other “let’s just say that I have been doing this for a little over 500 years, so I have a tad bit more experience and knowledge than regular humans.”

“Can I try?!” He excitedly asked.

“Well I don’t know, sometimes it will be a bit too dangerous for you to even be In here, which by the way, do not enter this lab unless I am here,” he sternly told him.

“Okay, okay got it, but pleaseee.”

“I don’t know, think you can handle it,” he teased.

“I’m a big boy! I can handle anything!”

“Hmmmm,” he pretended to think before conceding, “Alright you persuaded me, so I’ll allow it this once,” he said as he put the spoon down, “so first we make sure we have our safety gear on.”

“Check! Check!” MK adjusted the goggles on his eyes and showed off his long sleeve jacket and gloves.

“Next, what you have to do is go slow and make large circles.”

“Slow and large circles, got it,” he then proceeded to pick up the spoon and do what he said as he stirred.

“Good job kiddo, but how bout we make that circle a little bit bigger,” he gently grabbed MK’s hand and made it a bit wider. Soon enough the medicine's previous light yellow had transformed into a dark green.

“Look, it changed colors!” MK pointed out.

“That’s the beauty of medicine kid,” Mac grinned as he set him down, “now all I have left to do is to let this simmer for a few hours and it will be ready to be bottled up.”

“That’s a lot of medicine, is that all for you?”

The demon shook his head, “no it’s actually for one of my regular clients. His students routinely injure themselves, sometimes in the dumbest of ways, so I usually make batches of this every month.” His ears then slightly twitch as he grinned, “speaking of students, MK come here. I have someone here for you to meet.”

“Who?” He tilted his head as the monkey put a lid on a pot, proceeded to put away both of their safety gear as they left the room.

“Hey old-timer, I know your hearing isn’t that bad!” A voice yelled from down below that MK could barely hear, “come grab me, I’m carrying too much shit to climb up!”

“Someone to help,” was all Macaque said before he leaped out of the open window and less than a few seconds later, returned with a short bluenette woman in his arms. “MK this is Yanyu,” he said. “Yanyu, this is MK.”

“Uhhh, he shuffled his feet awkwardly as he gave a slight wave, “hi.”

“Awww,” she cooed at him, “it’s nice to meet you MK. You're rocking a pretty cool shirt there.” She pointed to his solar system shirt, “it’s really far out man.”

There was a pause as MK stuttered out a thank you and Macaque put his face in his hands.

“That was terrible, I hope you know that,” he groaned.

“That’s what you say, I know my puns are rockin my world,” she smirked at the louder groans.

“Please stop, I beg you.”

“Then beg.”

“Are you human?” MK bluntly asked, which made the two pause.

“Strangely enough that isn’t the first time I was asked that, but yes I am fully human. Though a small percentage of me is most likely full of crazy,” she grinned widely.

“I think you have those backward,” he muttered and didn’t even flinch when she elbowed his stomach. “So your probably wondering why she’s here right?”

“Uhhh yeah,” he nodded.

“Well, I have come to the realization that despite my many years with humans, I have never actually taken care of a human child outside of giving them medication.”

“Which he means that he knows not a single thing about taking care of you tiny ones,” Yanyu butted in as she crossed her arms, “and this is where I come in.”

“Oh well that’s good...I think?” MK didn’t exactly know what she meant, but since they said it’s a good thing, he feels like he doesn’t have any complaints.

“Oh trust me, it will be,” she said as she put down the bag and it was filled with books when she opened it up. “I may be a big sister of five, but even I can admit that I don’t know everything, so I brought some parenting books, nutrition, school, and a lot more.”

He couldn’t help but deflate slightly at the last word, which the bluenette noticed.

“Don’t like school?”

“Not really, it's just that I can’t stay focused sometimes,” he admitted as he lowered his head.

“Hey now,” Mac kneeled and ruffled his head, “you don’t have to feel shame for being distracted sometimes.”

“Hmm, well if you have troubles with traditional school classrooms, then how about you try online schooling?” Yanyu said.

“Online school?” MK tilted his head.

“I didn’t know it was also available for the younger grades, I thought it was only for the college classes like you had,” he admitted as he used his feet to pick up one of the parenting books.

“Nah, it was incorporated for all years a few years back. It certainly helped a lot of students out and one of them being me,” she proudly pointed a finger to herself, “let me tell you, kid, it was the second-best decision to do online school. Made my life so much easier.”

“What was the first?” He curiously asked.

Yanyu walked over to Macaque and patted him on the shoulder, “begging this ol doc here to take me on as a student. It was the cheapest and most informative learning I ever had since high school.”

“Student? You were a teacher!” MK's eyes widened as he looked at the monkey demon.

“Kinda, though I did question my sanity during those times,” he said as he flipped through the pages.

“Oh shut up, if it wasn’t for me you would still know squat about technology.”

“I wasn’t that bad.”

“You were still using the Jiaguwen system when I first met you.”

He winced, “okay yeah you got me there.”

“Anywho, it’s gonna be a right pleasure working with you MK,” she held out a fist bump to him, “we’re gonna see a lot of each other.”

MK looked at the outstretched fist and gave a little grin as he fist-bumped her hand.

“Boom,” Yanyu made an exploding sound as she opened her fist when the two parted.

He looked at her strangely.

“Don’t worry Starbright, she’s just weird like that,” Mac patted his head.

“Hey!”

A few months have passed and MK has taken to online schooling like a fish to water. He found it much better to concentrate and while there were still a few issues over understanding the problem itself, he had the help of both Macaque and Yanyu. The last one herself was helping him with his writing.

“The girl is walking to the market by the river to get milk for her mother,” MK repeated to himself as he finished writing.

“Congratulations kid, you have finally graduated from Yoda writing to a regular language,” she gave him a little applause.

“Thank you, thank you you're too kind,” he also jumped out of his seat to give a mock bow.

“But for real kid, you have really approved with your writing,” she gave him a high five, “nice job.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you both,” he scratched the back of his neck.

“I know that you would have been just fine even without our help and I know your dad would agree.”

“Really!” Then MK realized what she said and backtracked as he flailed his arms about, “Wait dad?! I mean dad is kinda a big word and he just adopted me, so he probably doesn’t even see me as a son, more like a responsibility he has to take care-,” he was stopped by a hand gently covering his mouth.

“Whoa there little monkey easy, I can’t keep up that fast,” she lightly teased as she put her hand down, “now you want to tell me what that was all about?”

“Well,” he sat down and kicked his feet, “I-its just-I don’t really-.”

“Take your time,” the bluenette said.

“Well,” he twisted his hands “is it okay if someone-and I don’t mean me just someone I know-don’t call mom and dad, well, mom and dad.”

“Yeah,” she said easily.

“Wait really?” He was a little more than shocked at how easy she said that.

“Really. You, or my bad that person you know, don’t feel comfortable or don’t want to call their parents so that they don’t have to.”

“But they gave birth to me-I mean that person and they raised them, so shouldn’t they have that name?” He tried to insist but was shut down by her shaking her head.

“They don’t keep that name if they harm the child, no parent ever deserves that kind of title if they purposely try to bring harm to their child. It is wrong,” she stated.

“Oh...and what about those that do?” He shyly said, both knowing what he was implying but not saying it out loud.

“Then you say it when your ready,” Yanyu simply said.

“I don’t think it’s that easy?”

“No, but what is?”

MK just shrugged his shoulders.

“Now how about we put away this stuff for ten more minutes before we get into history,” she pushed away from the materials and made sure the laptop was charged up.

“Yes!” He fist-bumped the air as he then spotted the pencil on the ground and tried to pick it up with his feet.

Yanyu had to press her lips together to fight against the bubbling laugh in her throat as she watched MK struggle to pick the pencil with the socks on his feet.

“Oi bastard I need a little help ova here!” A rough voice yelled out as it was followed by a loud bang, which led to the eight year old flailing off his bed.

“How many times have I told you to stop that?” He heard Macaque's familiar voice being annoyed.

“Too many times to count,” another softer voice replied.

“But you think that gunna sticka?” The third voice laughed out loud. “That’s a laugh!”

MK slowly opened his door and crept quietly to the living room as the voices got louder.

“I guess it is too much to ask you to be quiet for once?” The monkey deadpanned.

“Now why would I do that?” The first voice said.

It was at this point that MK managed to poke his head into the living room and saw three different demons, he knows they are demons this time, and his da-Macaque.

There was one whose skin was dark brown, but lighter above the shoulders. The more he looked, the more he could see that they were actually feathers all along the body, and instead of hands, they had clawed bird-like feet and two large black wings protruding from the back.

Another one was softly glowing a light blue hue that matched the pale blue skin as the creature was gently floating just a smidge above the ground. They had almost a mushroom-shaped hat covering their eyes and dozens of dark blue and purple strings attached all around the bottom of the hat as they hung just above the demon feet.

The final one is something that MK could clearly tell what it was as he had seen a bunny before, though this one was way larger than the other bunnies he had ever seen. The demon had pure gray fur and large white fluffy paws, if he wasn’t so nervous right now he would ask to pet them.

“Well I was hoping that you would have kept it down for the kid that is currently living with me right now,” he cracked a smirk at their frozen faces.

“Huh?” They all said in unison.

“Speaking of kids, you can come out MK. Don’t worry bout them too much, they ain’t harmful, just insane.”

At the prompting MK slowly shuffled into the living room and he saw three heads swivel towards him.

“Uhhh hi,” he gave a little wave.

“You have a kid?!?” They all shouted either loudly or softly.

“It’s not that big of a shock,” he grumbled as he walked over to the child and threaded his fingers through his hair. “Sorry, these knuckleheads woke you up.”

“I know I have not been gone that long for you to have a chick without me knowin!” The female bird demon squawked as her feathers puffed up in indignation.

“Nah, adopted him a few months back.”

“And you didn’t tell us?!” The bunny huffed as they thumped his foot in agitation.

“Nope,” he grinned as he watched their growing frustration.

“There are times where you are the best of us and times you are the worst of us, I don’t know which one this falls under,” the mushroom head demon groaned as one of the strings was massaging the top of his head.

“Are they your friends?” MK loudly whispered to the monkey demon.

“I don’t claim these lunatics,” he bluntly said.

“I think you mean to say that we are your amazing, wonderful, fantastic friends that you hold dear,” the bunny demon pointed out as they put an arm around his shoulder.

“I was forced into this,” Macaque said as a wing wrapped around the two of them.

“Ah just admit that you have a soft fuzzy heart for us,” the bird demon grinned.

“Not even when my bones decay away.”

MK just blinked at the unprompted scene as he saw the glowing blue demon approach him.

“Sorry about my companions, they can be a little much sometimes,” he smiled softly to him.

“It’s fine, you're not the only ones who make a loud entrance,” he thought back to the times Yanyu would kick the door open when she walked in.

“I suppose not,” the demon then held out one of his arms to the child, making sure his tentacles were out of the way, “my name is Bohai little one.”

“I’m MK,” he smiled back and shook his hand.

“Oh, we’re doing introductions?! Well, I’m Daiyu chicky,” the female demon grinned or at least that's what he thought she was doing with her scarred beak.

“I’m Minsheng,” the bunny demon twitched their nose and gave a toothy grin, “you're so small that you remind me of my siblings when they were born.”

“How many siblings do you have?” He curiously asked.

“Pfft older or younger? I stopped counting after we reached the 200s,” they laughed.

His eyes widened, “over 200! That’s a lot of brothers and sisters.”

“Well, you know how bunnies are.”

Before MK could question that he felt two furry hands cover his ears.

“How about we don’t talk about that to a kid who has probably never had a crush before,” Macaque hissed to the bunny who had their hands held up.

“He’ll learn eventually.”

“But I would rather have that explained to him by literally anyone but you.”

“Fair enough.”

“Anyways,” the monkey took his hands off MK’s ears, “what were you screeching about earlier?”

“Oh well I got a bit nicked with some of dem cretins after a territory dispute you know how it is and,” Daiyu turned around and showed her back...which had a few knives sticking out of it. “I got a bit scratched up in the tussle.”

“At least you had the sense not to take it out,” he couldn’t help but sigh. “You at least win?”

“Who do ya think your talkin to?” She proudly puffed up her feathers.

“And people say I have too much pride, you damn vultures take the cake,” Macaque rolled his eyes as the two of them walked towards the infirmary room.

“You say that as if you never met Flicker before,” she chortled.

“Well there’s a stark difference between you two.”

“Wha that?”

“He actually has a brain.”

“Hey!” She attempted to pull his dangling fur, but he ducked away in time.

“Can I stay up a little longer!” The seven year old asked before the door could shut.

“Only for a little bit, but when I get back it’s straight to bed.” He answered back and then the door closed.

“Thank you!” He called out regardless as he fully knew that he could hear him.

“And that’s the whole lot of us kid, we're only half as insane as curly made us out to be '' Minsheng joked.

“Almost all of us,” the jellyfish demon said.

“Who you? Ha! Hate to break it to you, but the last time you lost your patience was when they didn’t make your starfish the way you wanted and you paralyzed the entire cooking staff.”

“You didn’t have to bring that up, but no not me,” he waved one of his tendrils. “I meant Ahmed.”

“I didn’t include him in the first place because that man does not even classify as insane,” he bluntly said. “He has the patience of a monk to deal with our brand of insanity which, in hindsight, is insane itself.”

“Whose Ahmed?” MK asked, “is he another friend of d-Mac?”

The two looked at each other before Baiyu spoke, “yeah, he’s a friend of Macaque.”

“Ouch, that’s a low blow for poor Med,” they grinned then winced as a tendril shocked their arm. “What? You know I’m right.”

“You know as well as I do that he can still hear you.”

“I’ve been craving death anyways,” they then turned back to the kid, “so you want to hear some crazy stories about your old man.”

Needless to say that Mac had tackled the bunny demon to the ground, with two violet glowing escrima sticks in hand, in the middle of their story on how the fierce monkey demon had to dance his way across a road of hot coal as he tried to outrun an angry herd of demon pheasant while wearing a rather beautiful kimono.

Macaque was reading out on the patio when his ears twitched as he heard a soft whimpering coming from MK’s room. He put the book on the table when he walked in and safely crept his way over his room and like many times before MK was crying in his sleep from a nightmare once more.

“It’s okay shooting star,” he gently began to thread his fingers through MK’s hair, “it's just a bad dream. You will be fine.”

At first, it didn't have any effect, but the longer he talked the softer the whimpers began to die down and the kid's eyes softly began to blink open.

“W-what's goin on?” He hoarsely said as he rubbed his eyes as he realized that he wasn’t dreaming anymore.

“You just had a bad dream kid,” he hummed as he continued stroking his hair.

“Oh.”

“Want to talk about it?” He received a firm shake of his head, “that’s okay, do you want to lie back down, sing, water, or want me to give you a little shadow puppet show?”

“Shadow show please,” he muffled out as he gripped tighter onto the blanket.

“One show coming right up,” he used a shadow clone to bring back a lantern as the room began to softly glow. When all was set Macaque began his tale in a low voice, “There once was an old man who lived in a shack.” He used some of his shadows to show a picture of an elderly man and wooden shack, “he was nothing special, did nothing extraordinary, and his life was simply normal. Until one day he happens upon the most peculiar thing.”

He continued to tell the tale of the old man even when he, unknowingly, had wrapped his tail around his child’s hand and MK, who was slowly drifting off into a deep slumber, held a tight grip upon it.

MK was currently sitting on the edge of a large lake as he kicked his feet in the water. He was alone at the moment as the monkey demon was tending to the plants that he needs for various medicines. The lake itself was a beautiful view filled with lily pads, reeds standing tall in the crystal lake, fishes and herons swimming in the water. Though he was trying to guess what that large dark shape was, it was nothing he has ever seen before.

“Hmmm I don’t think it’s a fish...maybe a duck?” He leaned in to get a better look and noticed. “Or maybe a turtle!”

The shape shifted as it appeared to be getting bigger and bigger as MK now noticed that he had never seen a turtle with long arms and claws before. He then saw there was long string hair upon what he thinks is its head until suddenly it disappeared and was replaced with two beady eyes. His heart dropped when the creature opened its mouth to reveal countless rows of sharp, pointed teeth. Then it began to rapidly swim towards him.

MK, frightened, fell on his back as he tried to crawl away, but it failed as the creature burst out of the water and onto the ground merely a foot away from him.

He let out a piercing scream, “DDAAADDDDD!”

At the same time the creature, with his mouth wide, said “hi there human child!”

“What?” He abruptly stopped his screaming right as an ominous force suddenly filled up the area as MK then felt two familiar hands scoop him up and hold him close as the voice spoke almost lowly.

“What happe-oh it’s just you,” Macaque let the pressure go back to normal once he realized that there wasn’t a true threat that was trying to attack his kid.

“Bwahahaha,” the creature let out a bellowing laugh, “sorry sorry. I must have scared your youngin.”

“No!” MK instantly said, but then he wilted and nodded, “just a bit.”

“Sorry about that little child, I just get a bit excited when a new face comes around my lake and all,” the webbed creature gave a toothy grin. “I know I startled the pant off Minzhe when I first met him.”

“Your lake? You live here?” MK, after being let down, carefully tried to examine the waters closer.

“Right on the mark, since being a Shui Gui and all.”

“Shui Gui,” he drawled out as he thought about that familiar name.

“Or Kappa, our damn naming changes so often that at this point I just go with the flow.”

“Oh! I know what a Shui Gui is!” MK brightened as he began to tell what his...mom used to tell him. “Aren’t they vengeful demons that have drowned and are bent on dragging helpless victims underwater, drowning them and finally eating their...flesh to…to...” his face took on a look of horror as he realized what he just blurted out. “I am so sorry!”

Luckily though the two demons chuckled, or at least Macaque did as the Kappa was holding his stomach. Though this did make MK’s face flush in embarrassment, he should be glad that the demon wasn’t angry, but he didn’t find any humor in what he said.

“Well I’ll give you credit,” Kappa said as his laughter died down, “what you said was mostly true, except I’m not a demon, just a ghost.”

“And let���s be clear he hasn't eaten people since two-maybe three millenniums ago,” the monkey demon intruded as he knew what MK was gonna ask next.

“You humans have become much too stringy for my taste,” he joked, but it served the opposite purpose as the small child paled even further.

“And this is why your only friend is an adrenaline junkie who has a taste for his own death,” Mac deadpanned as he soothed MK down.

After his heart stopped thrumming in his ears the human managed to look up at his guardian and his eyes widened as he noticed that Macaque suddenly had three pairs of different colored ears: red, blue, and purple. “When did you get three ears?!”

“You just now noticed?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Did you have them all this time?!?!!”

“Not all the time, but I do when it’s quiet usually.”

“Cooolll!” He attempted to climb the monkey to get a better look, “Is this how you're able to hear things from so far away?”

“Yeah,” he lets him examine his ears as only his eye minuscule twitch when MK accidentally pulls it too hard. “Be careful now, only have three pairs of them you know.”

“Right, sorry.” He apologized as he became gentler with his touches. He couldn’t help but gently drag his fingers through the oddly pointed ears and he smiled, now he understood why some of Mac's clients called him the Six-Eared Macaque. He eventually got down and faced the spirit once more, who was just looking at the two of them with amusement. “I’m real sorry for screaming at you.”

“Water under the bridge young child,” he waved him off, “least you apologize for it. I know that half the ones in these woods won’t even say sorry for ramming into you.”

“There’s more of you?” He tried to look in the lake, but he was once again met with only fish and water.

“Me specifically no, but spirits, demons, and other whatnot. Oh yeah there's hundreds of them dwelling in this here forest.”

“Wowww,” his eyes sparkled, “so does that mean that we are all neighbors.”

It was stunned silence before the Shun Gui began laughing once more as he bends down, “PFFTHAHAHA!”

“Did I say something funny?” MK looked towards Mac who was pinching his nose once more.

“No, he’s just obnoxious, that’s all.”

“You know what I like you kid, yeah we’re all neighbors, man even Ping would get a laugh out of this,” the water spirit said after his laughter died down. “Welcome to the neighborhood MK!”

“Thanks...umm what’s your name again?” He embarrassedly asked as he realized that he never got a name throughout this whole interaction.

“Oh here we go,” Mac sighed as he got comfortable and plucked up a Ravenna grass and began to chew on it. He grimaced as he realized that he had plucked up a weed again.

“Eh, you can call me Kappa if you want, don’t care for the whole naming thing,” he shrugged as he got back in the lake and laid there.

“Why not?” He curiously followed him.

“Why should I?” He shot back with a grin.

“Huh?”

“Why should I care for my name? It’s my name and I can do whatever I want with it, so I just choose not to care.”

“But don’t you like your name,” he was very confused about how this conversation came about.

“Oh I do, but truth be told, most of the time I forget others' names, so one day I just thought ‘you know what, what if I just don't use my name all the time’ and I didn't,” he finger gunned at the blank face child.

“You're kinda weird,” he bluntly told Kappa.

“I’m sorry,” Mac spoke up in disbelief, “You met a trio of lunatic demons that are a hot mess in general, an insane human who likes to add too much ghost jalapeño to her food, one of my clients who have their organs outside of their body and this is where you draw the line of weird?”

“I just wanted to know his name!” He threw his hands up.

“Just whatever is fine,” he laughed.

“Well fine! Your name is Whatever now!” He said in a fit of frustration before he realized what he said, “wait! I didn’t mean-,”

“Pfthahaha!” The spirit once more threw his head back in laughter.

“...what is even happening,” MK deadpanned.

“Welcome to my life Starchild,” Mac said as he ruffled his hair.

“That’s an interesting one, alright Whatever it is then,” he gave him a toothy grin.

“Wha-no please no,” MK almost begged him. “I didn’t-,”

“Nope too late, I won’t respond to anything else but Whatever from you. Hope to see you around short stack, you really know how to bring a laugh to a vengeful spirit face,” he let out a bark of a laugh before diving down deep into the lake.

MK blinked for a few moments before turning to Macaque, “is he really gonna-,”

“Oh yeah he is only gonna respond by that name,” he cut him off, “called him a Kappa once to his face and that slimy frog hasn’t let go since.”

“...I think I want to go back home dad,” said MK as he leaned into his fur. “I think I’m done for the day.”

Macaque’s breath hitched as he then gave him a gentle smile and scooped him up in his arms. “Yeah, I think I am as well.” And with that, the two mentally exhausted people made their way back to their warm home.

MK, who proudly turned nine as of a few months ago, was playing in an arcade as his dad was grocery shopping. He stuck out his tongue as he attempted to repeatedly punch the monster in Monkey Mech, but he keeps getting beaten right before he can land the final punch. He mused up his short ponytail out of frustration that was held by a red ribbon, “Oh man! I swear this guy cheats, alright seventeen times the charm.”

“I thought it was the third time the charm?” He turns around at the voice and sees a pigtail girl around his age looking at him.

“It is, but I lost sixteen other times, so this time I will win,” he confidently said as he put another token in, and just like before he lost. “I almost had it!”

“Move over,” the girl pushed him aside and took over the controls, “let me show you how to really play.”

MK's jaw dropped when the Winner title popped up after she managed to land the final triple axel uppercut to the enemy. “How’d you do that?!”

“Oh just a lot of practice, and searching online, to find the right moves to slain the beast,” she bragged.

He went down on his knees and bowed to her, “oh teach me your ways oh wise one.”

“You may refer to me as Master Mei,” she deepened her voice to sound elderly, “and who shall I call my young student.”

“Call me MK,” he followed along with glee, he hasn’t played with a kid his age in so long.

“Well then let me show you the ways of Monkey Mech,” and with that the two proceeded to play the game, playfully pushing each other as they double battled in a co-op mode. It wasn’t until a few hours had passed, and they had long passed Monkey Mech and went into all the different kinds of games in the arcade when MK noticed the digital clock behind the counter.

“Aww man, it’s getting late,” he pouted as he didn’t want to end, “I have to meet up with dad.”

“Awww,” Mei's shoulder slumped as they walked to the prize area, “that sucks.”

“Yeah,” he slumped his shoulder, as well as the two, looked through the prizes available, which did brighten the mood a bit as Mei left with a strange mutated stuffed dog that had three eyes, a few pieces of candy, and three bouncy balls, while MK was sucking on a swirly lollipop, pieces of chocolate in his pocket, and a sticky hand sling that he is slinging everywhere.

“So you like racing?” MK asked as they left the arcade, besides the Monkey Mech he noticed that Mei tended to go to the racing games more often.

“Yes! One day I will have my own motorcycle and I will be faster than anyone, even the Monkey King!” Mei declared.

“Even the Monkey King? Wow that is fast,” he said in awe, he read the story of the Journey to the West from the library. He was quickly enamored with the story the more he read and he soon began to idolize the great Monkey King. To think that such a being could ever exist in the first place was amazing! He did find it funny that the great Monkey King rival was named Macaque, it was hilarious to think that his dad could ever have powers to fight on equal standing with a god-like immortal. Grumpy? Sure! Easy annoyed? Oh yeah definitely, but scary? Ha! The scariest thing Dad has ever done was glare at his patients when they were being too noisy, but for some reason it always works as they shrink back in fear. He mentioned it to Yanyu and the demon gang one time and well-

“HAHAHAH/PFFTTTTT/SQUAK SQUAWK SQUAAAKK/SHEHEHEH,” Yanyu was rolling all over the floor as Minsheng was banging his feet, Daiyu was slamming the table with her wings, and Bohai was using all his tentacles to wrap himself.

-they burst out laughing when he mentioned this to them. He still hasn’t gotten a full answer for that one, all they told him was to wait.

“I wonder how far that can go?” Mei curiously asked as she watched the green sling attach itself on the top of the door that they were exiting.

“Not far, how high can your bouncy ball bounce?” He asked as he then watched her bounce the ball and saw it soar a bit high above their heads.

“Not that high either...how about we combine them,” she gave a mischievous grin as MK followed suit as he used his sticky sling and attached it to the ball.

“One,” Mei started.

“Two,” MK raised his hand in mid-air.

“Thr-”

“Ready to go kid.”

“AH!” They screamed and watched the sling and ball slip from his hand and instead of bouncing, it was thrown in Mac's face, who easily caught it.

“Not the first time I had something thrown at me,” he didn’t even blink at the outburst, though he did take a second glance at the other child next to his son, “though your new, made a friend Stardust.”

“Her name is Mei!” MK excitedly said though it didn’t look like Mei was paying attention to him at all as her focus was all on Macaque, or more specifically, his head.

“What?” The monkey demon raised an eyebrow.

“You have the longest hair I have ever seen,” her eyes sparkled as she instantly zoomed behind him and started to pull on his fur. “Can I braid it?!”

“It’s actually fur,” he corrected her.

“Can I still put it in a braid?”

“Sure.”

“Then I don’t care!” She happily proclaimed and pointed to one of the benches. “Sit.”

“...” he looked towards his kid who just shrugged his shoulders, “well I guess this is happening,” he sighed as he got a clone to take the rest of their groceries back home.

Needless to say that Mei very much enjoyed putting the demon fur in a messy, but still manageable, braid.

“You know if I had some Morning glories, they would look amazing in your hair,” she mused.

“You know their weeds right?” He pointed out.

“So? They look awesome.”

“You got me there.”

“There!” She proudly finished her creation with her green ribbon tied up at the end, “you have very fluffy hair.”

“Fur,” he once more corrected her.

“Eh fur, hair there the same thing,” she turned back from the monkey and to MK with a nervous smile, “you will definitely come back right? I haven’t finished playing all the arcade games with you.”

MK looks towards his dad with puppy dog eyes and Mei easily follows suit.

“You know those don’t work on me right,” he deadpanned and smirked at their hanging heads, “but yeah, I’ll drop him off from time to time.”

“Yes!” They both jump up in cheer, only for some of their candy to fall out and onto the floor.

“My babies!” MK rushed to pick up his pieces of semi-melted chocolate.

“Noooo!” Mei quickly began to grab as many of her jawbreakers as it rolled away.

Macaque watched them in amusement at their mad scramble to save their sugar fix.

[sassy-pelican]

Gettin’ Kinky 3 - Day 16

Paring: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Prompt: Toys (day 16)

Warnings: smut, language, some anal play, rimming, plugs (not the electrial kind), um … yeah. 

A/N: So it is after 11 pm and I’ve had a few anxiety inducing days the past few days. But I also really wanted to do this prompt.

I am also decribing parts of Sebastian I literally have no idea about. Do not take it as real. I’ve never (and likely never will) see those parts of him. Everything is from my imagination and my idea of perfect grooming. Poor aftercare because I’m tired and didn’t want to write it.

I may be obsessed with Kesha’s song Kinky (give it a listen) and I may also have a slight thing for sub Seb which then birthed this. This is the continuation of Day 6 and 11.

Written for @jbbuckybarnes​ Kinktober

this is unedited.

gif credit (not tumblr)

Considering all the other things both you and Sebastian have admitted to being into, this shouldn’t be such a shocker. Yet it is. 

It’s not so much that you both like butt stuff, it’s that you both want to do the same thing. 

Admittedly, the idea intrigues you. Never in your life did you think you’d call an asshole (a literal one not a dickwad of a person) cute, much less one that belongs to a man. Men are notorious for keeping it, well, ungroomed, back there. But Sebastian surprisingly keeps it matching the front. 

“We’re really gonna do this?” you ask, biting your lip. You’re not nervous because you aren’t excited to have him put the jeweled plug into your ass, you are nervous because he asked you to put one in his.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he says. 

“Oh,” you say, “I’m fine. I’m worried about you.”

“I’m sure you’ll prepare me just as well as I prepare you.”

“Of course babe,” you reply. “Want me to go first?”

A look of relief passes over his face. “Yes.”

Climbing onto the bed, already stripped naked, you place yourself on your hands and knees, ass perfectly within his line of sight. 

His hands palm your ass cheeks before spreading them, letting your hole contract against nothing but cool air. You can feel the scruff of his stumble against you as he leans in and licks a stripe from your clit to asshole. Even when concentrating on your ass he never neglects your sensitive bundle of nerves.  

His tongue licks across your puckered hole and you moan. You don’t know why, but your ass has always been sensitive and he seems to know how to play it like an instrument perfectly every time. With each lick of his tongue, he adds more pressure, slowly pushing his obscenely long tongue into you with ease. 

“Oh fuck, Seb.” 

“Feel good?”

“Always does.”

Sebastian pushes his thumb against your clit, circling it light enough that you barely feel it but hard enough that you know it’s there. He pumps his tongue in and out of your ass and you can already feel yourself entering the realm of bliss. The wet feel of him combined with the pressure now increasing your clit is enough to have you seeing stars. 

A finger prods at your ass before slipping in like it belongs there. Each rub of his fingertip against your walls has your eyes rolling back. It doesn’t take long before the dual sensations have you coming undone. 

You’re not sure if you screamed or not, and you really don’t care. You feel him push his fingers into your cunt, gathering the juices left from your climax and bring them to your other hole. 

With your own natural lubrication and the coldness of the lube from the bottle, he starts pressing the plug - the biggest you’ve used to date - against you. It sinks further with each press and roll, and slowly he starts to push it in fully. 

The bulge of it stretches you out in ways that you love. Once it’s fully seated the only thing you feel besides pleasure is perfectly full. 

“Your turn.”

Sebastian smirks at you before copying your position on the bed. You get up, the plug rubbing against your sensitive walls as you retrieve the smallest of your plugs for him. It has a nice blue jewel to it that reminds you of his eyes. 

You place it on the bed beside him before running your hands over the backs of his thighs. “Just relax babe,” you say inching closer with every upward motion. “It will feel good.”

You squirt lube between his cheeks and he tenses at the temperature. When you pull them apart and continue to massage it into the skin of his ass he relaxes. Just as you see him start to grow lax, you lean down and lick him. 

“Oh fuck!”

Your tongue presses against his asshole, licking around the rim before pushing at it ever so lightly. Slowly you start to eat his ass the same way he usually eats yours: hard and fast. 

It doesn’t take long before you see his hand come down to stroke himself, and you don’t stop him. Maybe another time, if this goes well, you’ll stop him, but not tonight. 

You start to push your tongue past his rim as he strokes himself faster and when you do he shutters. “What’s the matter baby?” you ask. “Feel good?”

“Fuck yes,” he moans. 

Smirking you prod at him with your finger, slowly sinking it into him far easier than you thought. The ring of muscles stretches around your finger tightly as you start to move it, first in circles, and then in and out. 

The sounds coming from his lips are ones you’ve never heard before. Judging by the way his legs shake, they mean good things. 

Reaching for the bottle of lube you squirt more onto him, trying to ignore the way the plug inside you twists as you do. You almost forgot about it until you moved, but now you’re fully aware of it, just sitting there. 

You lightly touch the metal to him and when he leans back into it you don’t stop him. Instead you let him guide it into himself, with only a little help from you. The plug is only slightly bigger in circumference than your finger, it slides in easily. 

“How’s that?” you ask, the jeweled end sitting prettily against his skin. 

“Ge on the bed,” he growls. You arch your eyebrow but do as he says. 

In seconds he has you on your back and hands pinned above your head. “Well,” you say. “I’d say you like it.”

“I am so fucking hard and turned on right now I’ll probably come as soon as I get inide you.”

“Honestly,” you say, lifting your hips up to try and get friction. “I just might come as soon as you get inside me too.”

Sebastian smirks before one hand slips down to feel how wet you are. You’re soaking. His fingers push into you with ease, the feeling of him inside you with the plug is enough that you’re already moaning. 

“So responsive,” he teases. 

“So are you,” you tease back. 

In one swift movement he’s seated to the hilt, pelvic bone rubbing against your clit deliciously. “Oh fuck!” he moans. 

The feeling of him stretching out as always, the plug pushing against you, and everything in between has you arching your back, mouth opened in a silent scream. 

“Move,” you beg. 

He does. There is no warm up, not tonight. Both of you are keyed up, too close to release to care that this is the farthest thing from romantic lovemaking as possible. No. Tonight is only for the pure primal desire to reach your own peak of pleasure. 

His thrusts grow slopping soon, and you don’t care. You’re so wet that the sounds of him pumping in and out of you are squelching in the otherwise quiet room. It’s dirty. It’s pure sex. 

The plug rubs against your walls perfectly as Sebastian fills you just as well. You’re not aware of your arms reaching for his back, clawing with everything you have against him, trying your hardest to pull him impossibly closer. 

You feel him come inside you and it sets a fire in your belly. You cling to him hard, hard enough that you’d feel bad if you could, when you come around his still pulsing cock. 

As he pulls out you can feel the plug shift and you moan. “So,” you say, breathless and far from coherent. “That was fun.”

“We should take these out,” he says, rolling off you in a large heap. 

“We should,” you reply. 

“Wanna just lay here for a minute?”

“Yes.”

[theyanderespecialist]

Stripper Dear 3 (Mini Series) Valentino X Marie OC X Stolas

[Back with another part of stripper dear and this one will now have stolas in it for reasons we hope you all enjoy this chapter!] [This Has Turned More Into A Mini series Now so.) 

(Marie pov)

I managed to get out from Vals arms as I wince. My body was in so much pain, and I could see some of the bruises. I wouldn't mind if it was because we agreed to rough sex, but he never did say it would be that rough and it was because he got angry. I stepped into the shower washing myself and washing everything I could out of me just for comfort and cleanliness sake before walking out. The entire time I questioned my decision on moving in, on even working for that overgrown moth. I walked into the club to grab my purse when I see a familiar face looking around as I walk over.

"Hey Stolas." I said as he turned around perking up. "Oh there you are, I was looking for you, say, look at this." He said pulling out his phone as I smiled.

Every time he came here he'd show me and anyone else who'd look pictures of him and his daughter, although most of the time she was on her phone, or looked like it was a chore, you could tell she was smiling slightly.

"Oh that's very cute Stolas, did she get a new Hair cut?"

"Yes she di--" he stopped as I looked confused as I noticed his eyes were on my shoulder as my jacket was slipping off my arm showing the bruises as I quickly grab the sleeve and pull it up.

"Don't worry Stolas it's nothing." I said, not wanting him to ask questions

"It is clearly something." he says and takes my hand and looks at the bruise. "These are not love bites." He notes. "These are from someone using far to much force on you."

I tried to pull back a bit when he tried to look as he stopped.

"What happened?"

"..."

"..I'd like to rent a room for the day." He said suddenly.

"Your money man." The bartender said as he took me dragging me to the Vip rooms.

"We will sit here for as long as it takes." I stayed quiet for five minutes before realizing he was serious.

"Just... Val ...convinced me to have sex.. at first I did it b-because I didn't want to lose my job, then he was nice and kind but the second time.. he grabbed me in anger so hard it felt l-like he'd break a bone.."

He took my hands in his. "I am sorry my dear. That should have never happen. You deserve someone who would never hurt especially out of anger." He speaks softly

I looked down as I tried not to cry as he placed a hand on me as I grabbed him, holding him close. He always was a loyal and kind customer.

"What happened to make him so angry?"

".....I-It..I-I.."

"it's okay you don't have to--"

"I-I thought of you...and said it aloud without knowing.."

He blushed at that but smiled. "It is okay to think of someone else. May you tell me what you were thinking?" He asks and I blush darkly.

I shook my head, unable to even speak. There's no way. I'm not saying what I thought. "Oh come on do share."

"...I-I just.. felt you'd be ..better you're much kinder... a-and you wouldn't hold my job over my head.."

He smiled and cupped my cheeks then leaning down and kissing me. I blushed darkly as I let out a soft moan into the kiss as I wanted to kiss back but I was worried..then again he was so soft with it, stroking my face. It was so soft and loving in comparison to Val when he first kissed me.

I quickly wrap my arms around him kissing him back

He laid back with me on top of him and he smiles up at me. "Take as much as control as you need my love." He says and that sent excitement into me.

I looked at him shocked and excited as I bit my lip. "You mean it?" I asked as he looked at me.

(Well he may be a power bottom but he's still a bottom XD

(XD Yup)

"I mean it with all my heart." He tells me and I straddle his chest and then lean down to his neck biting and sucking gently. I felt so empowered.

It was nice..I never had any control., I didn't choose who I stripped for, the clothes I wore, I didn't really even get a choice to move in with Val, and here he is giving me control. I hear him let out soft sighs (I can't imagine feathers are something fun to suck on, but she don't care XD) I smile at him as my nails lightly run down his chest.

(we know Marie gonna tease this poor bird XD)

I then get off of him. "Get up and strip for me~" I order no one ever strip for me.

(XD and get a show out of it XD)

He looked at me shocked as i briefly worried he wasn't into it as I went to say he didn't have to before seeing his shock turn to one of happiness as sat me down as I felt happy once more as I watch him slowly stripping his clothes as I watch blushing but still sat tall as I lick my lip.

He smirked and rolled his hips to the music and soon her was stripped and I was in awe. I watch him as he slowly leans down to me and starts giving me a lap dance.

I blush but smirk at him. Sure it was a little awkward due to the..pretty massive height difference, but it didn't change anything, maybe actually make me feel more in control, as I grab him as he blushed but also smirked. I then pin him down and straddle his naked body and grind myself on him teasingly.

He let out a goran as I smirked at him. "Do you want to put it in~?" I asked smirking at him as he groaned nodding. "I don't know..I ran out of my birth control.. I didn't have to worry with Val, he can't have kids, but you, well you can~" I tease rubbing him between my lips. (Oh poor stolas)

"Please mistress~!" He begs arching into me before pulling back

I smirk leaning down and kissing his beak. "And why should I~? Convince me~" I said as I stroked his face. I was enjoying this power, but I didn't want to be mean, of course I'd let him put it in, he does want to.

He starts to kiss down my body than lifted me to be on his face and began to eat me out like a good sub. I moaned loudly as it obviously was full of need, but it was also so loving with him stroking my thighs as I let out a moan.

"G-Good boy~ y-You make me cum and you c-can put it in and take control~" I moan.

He lap even more focusing on my clit and I knew I would not last long

I grip his feathers as I tense suddenly as I came as I moaned, rubbing myself into his face to ride it out.

(he's talented with his mouth XD)

(XD Yes he is XD)

I get off of him and he smiles. "My turn~" He says and then spread my legs wide and Lined himself up with oh my he was even bigger than Val.

I felt a little afraid but we did make a deal, and he was so sweet to let me take control, so I had no issue with this. I give him a small nervous smile as he looked at me.

"oh, before we start, here this may help." he said as he took his cape, folding it up and helping to place it under me to elevate my hips slightly.

(I mean, that's his inner parent just like "Okay we don't want you hurt, we want you comfortable" XD)

(Stolas pov)

(He is a sweetie XD)

I smiled at her getting her comfortable and then slowly start to inch inside her. She moaned and arched into me. Gripping my hand gently. I smile and soon am fully seated inside of her. She catches her breath clenching around me. I held her hand in mine, lifting it to my lips. I didn't mind waiting for her to get used to me before I continued as my other hand pulled off her jacket, her shirt and her bra as I trace the bruises as she flinched as I frown.

I will kill him for hurting her like this. I will indeed. I loved her for so long I cannot stand by and let her be hurt like this.

"Please stolas...~" She moans. "Make love to me~"

I stopped at that as I then smirk as I kissed her, slowly pulling out to make sure she was in fact comfortable with me moving as she let out a bit of a shaky breath but relaxed as she moaned. "I-I was right~ Y-You f-feel so m-much better..daddy~"

I smile. "Always for you baby girl~ Get ready I am going to make you mine~" I tell her and thrust back in and she meets my thrust and cries out in pure pleasure.

She gripped onto me, her nails digging into me before she let go. "S-Sorry, I-I didn't mean to hurt you i-it just felt so good."

"It is okay, you did it out of pleasure not anger. I am okay with it my dear sweet Marie~" I tell her and she nods clings to me again and I moan picking up my pace and she cries out wrapping her legs around me pulling me even deeper. I grip onto her as I kiss her forehead as I could feel her walls clenching around me as I never felt so good~ I will admit, having sex in a strip club private room was not what I thought when I thought our first time..but I wasn't complaining~ (oh god here we go

"oh you sexy little thing clenching daddy so hard~ Such a good girl feeding daddy your sweet pussy~" He says. "Just what I needed will you let me feed your pussy it's milk~"

(Oh god why..why is that something he'd say XD)

(XD Because it is XD)

(like he would say that XD)

(XD Yes he would XD)

She moaned clenching onto me. "Y-yes~! F-Fill my pussy please~!" She begged clenching onto me. "P-Pour it a-all in daddy~" she moaned out

I smirked and we made love kissing and fucking and when I get right to the edge she cums hard forcing me to cum as well as she screams out my name in ecstasy. We collpase and I kiss her then hear the door bang open and a demonic voice.

"SToLaS!!!"

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS end on a cliff hanger. We hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy our friends!] 

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nervous |Henry Cavill

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warning: smut, first time (?)

"You nervous?" his voice was thoughtful. His T-shirt I was wearing was far too big for me, but I didn't care. I actually enjoyed it. My body has never been a source of pride for me. Wide hips and thick thighs were the worst parts of my body. My breasts, big ass and flat stomach saved me - maybe they were not perfect, but I liked them. But now that I knew Henry was going to see me completely naked - I was a little scared and stressed. What if he doesn't like him? "Come back to me" his smile managed to chase away even the darkest thoughts. I was damn in love with this beautiful man who allowed himself to sneak in and live in my heart without my permission.

"I'm sorry, I was thoughtful" he ran his hands over my shoulders and made goose bumps through me. How was it possible that he was always warm. I hugged him because right now I needed to feel his strong arms around my waist. My heart was pounding, and it's all because of Henry.

"What's wrong, honey" the concern in his voice was very charming. I guess he will always impress me with his protection and with what love he looks at me. He was an incredibly loved person and probably there was no other man in the world with such a beautiful smile. I didn't want to tell him about my fears, he certainly saw other more beautiful girls before me. I was afraid that I would not please him and he would not want me anymore, although it would be a huge surprise for me. "Tell Me" he murmured softly against my lips, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine. How did he do that such small gestures seem incredibly loved and unique?

"Just... " I tried to cover my flushed cheeks with my hair. It was so hard to admit the uncertainty I felt. But it was still my Cavill, I could tell him everything. "Surely you saw... All these, other girls and ... They definitely were better than me" shock is painted on his beautiful face when he hears what I say. He is surprised and I don't know where to look away because he is looking at me so closely.

"You mean you have any complexes?" the frown between his eyebrows confirms my belief that I shouldn't have told him that. Many people think that my figure is good. However, in my opinion it is terrible. Buying pants is a real drama. First of all, big thighs, secondly, big ass and thirdly, a flat stomach - they do not go hand in hand with pants designers. Warm hands on my hips roll up my T-shirt so that Henry can take it off and throw it on the floor. I run away from him when he watches me closely. I am intimidated by his attentive look on my body, and he lifts my chin and puts a tender kiss on my lips. He turns me towards the mirror and stands behind me. Hair falls on one shoulder, and a single kiss tickles my neck. "What do you not like so much?"

"Everything. Probably the most legs. I hate that when I sit down they are three times bigger. Hips, but I am comforted by the fact that although it will be easier for children to give birth. Oh, I would forget about the ass, which is huge and I can't buy proper pants through it. I don't know why you are with me, Hank. There are many prettier girls than me who would be yours with one finger kick. And ..." I speak right away. I'm talking about all my complexes because I know he won't laugh at me. He will understand me. I want to continue but interrupts me.

"You're kidding me, right? Damn, Y/N you have no reason to think about yourself badly. You are beautiful, intelligent and funny. You look after me as best you can. You are loved to everyone. I have no idea why you think you are ugly. You have a beautiful body, believe me, I'm fucking damn with it. I get angry when other guys look at you because I'm so damn possessive about you that sometimes it hurts. I don't want anyone else to have access to you because I want you all to myself. Your ass, fuck I love it. I know you get nervous when I touch it, but it's beautiful and I can't resist doing it. I love you all the way from head to toe. You are so right that there will be a girl prettier than you, smarter than you. Of course, there are people who are "more" than us. You are perfect for me, the best in every inch. I like you, damn, there wouldn't be a day when I had enough of you. I love you and if your complexes are caused by this fucking asshole, I hope he dies under the train" I laugh softly at the mention of my ex-boyfriend. I have no idea how it does that all doubts and shame I felt immediately pass.

We look deep into each other's eyes. I still can't describe their color. They are blue, but the way they hypnotize me makes me see more than just color in them. They are deep, honest and forgiving. Loving. He looks at me with damn devotion and I know he is everything I have always wanted.

I don't hesitate for a moment and press my burning lips to his. He kisses me slowly, completely guiding me. He pulls me closer, and I don't mind. I feel I need this relationship zone with him. I need physicality with him, only with him. I love when Henry touches my hair. When he plays with them, and now pulls them lightly, but I do not mind.

I put my arms around him and catfish his palms. The structure of his skin is not a surprise to me. It is smooth and soft, but it also has lumps that show its hard muscles.

Slowly moving and walking forward, which makes me take a few steps back, and when I feel our bed behind him he slides his hands dangerously close to my buttocks. For the first time I want him to take them in his hands. That his skin would be so close to mine.

He slides his hands under the panties I'm wearing and raises me high. I tower over him for a moment, but a second later he puts me gently on white bedding.

He spreads my hair on the pillow, as if forming something like a crown or a halo around my head. I see his beautiful eyes that sparkle with excitement, love and something that I can't yet define. His body fits my body perfectly. He kisses my neck, and when I feel my little mole lick, I feel a magical shiver running down my spine.

"You sure you want this?" he asks, and the concern in his voice embraces me. I feel these five words melting my heart. I have tears in my eyes and I try to chase them away quickly so that he doesn't get scared that he did something wrong. Something that could offend or hurt me.

I tell him I want it more than anything and he kisses me again. I feel his hands wandering over my body, which is devoted only to him. He puts his hands under my back and unbuttons my bra. He murmurs quietly when he sees my bare breasts. He kisses one of them, pinches and licks, gives me incredible pleasure that I can't describe in words. He deals with the second with exactly the same care and attention.

Henry comes back to my mouth literally for a moment, sneaks a quick kiss and goes down with his mouth. He kisses my neck and breastbone, touches my tongue with a mole between my breasts and keeps sliding down with kisses. I can feel his hands hooking the edge of my panties. He tenderly kisses every place he touches with his mouth.

He gently slides my panties off, then kisses my chest and runs his long and rough finger over my clitoris. A thrill of pleasure runs down my spine, and a moan breaks from my lips. I shiver slightly when Cavill press his finger harder. Slowly and gently slips his long finger into me. I grab his wrist and try to pull him away from my body, and Henry looks at me slightly scared.

I hold his cheeks in my hands and pull his face to mine. I put a sweet kiss on his lips, one more and one more, until they finally turn into something more passionate and more intimate.

I slide his hands into the tracksuits he is wearing and slide them down. I kick them off my feet when I can't push them on. I moan quietly surprised when I discover that he was wearing nothing but tracksuits. My hands go to his buttocks, I have no idea why I do it, but the structure of his body in this place is just as wonderful as in any other.

Henry kisses lower and starts his sweet torture again. He caresses my whole face with his mouth, kisses my neck slightly sucking the skin and licking it. I moan softly when his hands touch my buttocks and press our hips together.

I feel his dick between my thighs and sigh heavily when I feel his size. He strokes my breasts with his fingertips so gently that I almost can't feel them on my body. When he touches them more confidently, I moan softly. He is so gentle to me that I want to cry with happiness.

In my thoughts, I thank God for Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, he's wonderful.

He kisses my nipple and then gently licks it as if he could hurt me. He does the same with the other nipple, and I scratch his head. I feel his warm hands on my stomach. Comes down with kisses lower and lower. I feel his warm breath on his thighs and hot breathless lips, which he kisses me with.

I look at him from narrowed eyes and the sight of the man I love between my thighs makes me hold my breath.

Henry holds my legs with hands so that I don't close them and moves his tongue up the hill. I squeak when he blows cool clit air and I feel dizzy. I moan softly and bite my lip. Henry licks my clitoris and moves one hand on my chest, massaging and pinching the nipple. He caresses me and massages my body.

He takes his lips from between my thighs and kisses me to breathlessness.

I roll him over and he lets me.

I kiss him all over his face and neck. He moans softly as I bite his earlobe. I feel his huge hands rubbing my back and nice warmth spreads through my body. I massage his chest and shoulders with hands, and he likes it because he quietly murmurs, pleased.

I love his body, he is so sexy and I am embarrassed by the fact that somebody like Henry just wants me.

We're kissing again, and the tension between us is almost palpable. I touch his hair, arms, stomach and thighs. I move lower his body and admire his sexy six-pack, which ends in a wonderful V. I can't hold my greedy eyes and almost devour his masculinity with his eyes. I never thought that I would look so ostentatiously at my boyfriend's penis and, what's worse, I don't feel bad about it at all.

I do not hold my hands and run my finger along the length of the penis, and he sucks in air loudly and leans on his elbows looking at me. I don't have the courage to do something more for him.

"Damn, you have to be so beautiful?" he asks, looking at me tenderly. I smile slightly at him and bend to put our lips together.

He pulls me straight to him and turns me over.

Now we're kissing like crazy.

Our hands wander around our bodies seeking even more closeness, and our eyes stare at each other with full understanding and desire. He pushes the last hard kiss and moves away from me, and I moan dissatisfied.

"We don't need it" I say. He looks at me with interest and then smiles broadly at me.

"I didn't think you would want to have a baby with me so soon" he teases me, but puts the packaging of condoms on the cabinet next to the bed.

However, he pulls out a small package from the drawer, and when I see the inscription on it, I feel like I'm blushing. He opens them and pours a small amount of gel on his fingers.

He smiles slightly at me, as if to calm me down, but I'm calm. He runs his fingers over my folds and I roll my eyes at the movement that surprises me. I moan loudly, his greedy fingers still wandering over my femininity. I feel how he pulls his hand away, and after a while the slippery finger is deep inside me, massaging the gel into my thirsty walls.

"Henry..." I moaning his name for a long time. I take the packaging from his hand and throw it on the floor, and I draw my boyfriend closer. He kisses my nose and rubs his hard penis with his hand. I feel it pressing against me and after a while it slips inside me very slowly. I moan softly and he freezes.

"Do I hurt you?" Henry asks, and the panic in his voice is almost palpable. Not wanting him to worry, I touch his arms lightly and massage them in circular motions. He kisses my forehead and moves my hips gently while I frown. "Babe..."

"I'm fine, just ..." I calm him down. "I'm uncomfortable" I explain and feel my cheeks are red. He kisses my cheek. He embraces my hips with his hands and lifts them slightly upwards to slip them under a half-folded pillow. He moves his hips slowly and I feel good this time. His huge, long dick stretching my pussy and damn it's so good.

I feel his attentive eyesight, which tests my reaction to his movements. I grab his face in my hands and place a tender kiss on his lips, which he deepens and extends his hand into my hair.

He moves his hips bolder and I moan loudly feeling the building pleasure in my body. In addition to being bolder, his movements are also faster and his lips wander my neck while his hands are literally everywhere. I stroke his back and he doesn't stop moving inside me.

I touch his face and kiss him as if possessed. I moan loudly in his mouth as he presses his hips against mine. It moves really confidently, and I feel like in heaven.

The moans come out from between my lips, I can't control them and apparently he really likes it. All my senses are crazy about this beautiful man, in whom I'm damn in love and I can't imagine my life without him.

Feeling such great pleasure, I embrace his hips with my thighs and experience completely new, deeper movements that make me tremble in his arms. I whisper his name as if only he protected me from insanity.

I never thought that sex would be such a crazy good feeling. Looking into his blue eyes, I feel the heat in my whole body that is only given to him.

We kiss like crazy teenagers who want their closeness. I embrace his hips tighter and they stick between my thighs even more.

Henry, still moving in me, leans over and whispers in my ear that I'm beautiful. I feel his hands explore every nook and cranny of my hunger for closeness to my body.

Henry tenderly kisses the top of my head and tells me he loves me. It repeats like a mantra. My body trembles uncontrollably. The feeling that fills me from head to toe is unbelievably fascinating and good.

I moan loudly when heat flows through my body and I climb up on the invisible ladder of pleasure. Orgasm hits me in the least expected moment. It takes me in arms and holds me several thousand years, after which I fall to the ground and I am in Henry's arms, who still moves his hips waiting for his moment of pleasure.

"Henry..." I moan, hammering nails into his buttocks. Henry comes for a moment after me and kisses me as if his life depended on it. My heart is beating as fast as if I have just run a marathon. But I've never felt so light in my life as at the moment.

"I never thought it can be so good" I say still laying under him. Henry still being in me turn around, and now I'm on his chest.

"Sex?" he ask, massage my butt. I nod and he's laughing. "Well it will be better each time".

"Promise?" I ask kissing him straight into lips.

"Promise" Henry murmur hugging me closely. "I don't want you to take this shit," he says, kissing my forehead. Immediately I guess he means pills that I take. " There are other methods of contraception, and this is definitely the worst. I don't want you to poison yourself".

"It's really cute that you care about me so much, but thanks to them my stomach hurts a little less during the period, so unfortunately I have to take them" I answer and he moans quietly dissatisfied. I kiss him on the lips for comfort and he definitely likes it.

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Hiya. I decided to do a part 5 to show how much your relationship with Poe has changed since having the baby.

You have a mild case of the baby blues since giving birth. Mentally and physically you're exhausted.

But Poe is every bit the loving and supportive partner you could've hoped for. You and his son occupy most of his heart.

This chapter is all about the fluff with brief, passionate smut. Cuddling, soft kisses, reassurance, his love for you and his son.

I guess you would call this one emotional fluff porn. Lol.

Warnings, smut, oral sex, some depression trigger warnings I guess? Mainly this is cuddly, loving Poe being a good father and reassuring you about your body. Sigh.

Flirting with disaster chapter 5

It's the morning after you've given birth. Mentally and physically you are hurting. After the joy of the moment wore off you were left with the cold, hard reality of things.

You experienced a 2nd degree tear and needed a few stitches. Your belly and breasts now have stretch marks where smooth skin once was.

You've never felt more unsexy in your postpartum underwear and nursing bra. But Poe is still making you feel like the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.

That first night you got to sleep as Poe took care of his son. He loves being a dad. Fatherhood brought out the soft, loving side of his personality even more.

You're still fast asleep when an exhausted Poe curls up next to you and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.

"Maxi is finally asleep". Poe tells you with an exhausted yawn.

"I feel fat and ugly". You tell him as you fight back tears.

"No, stop that". Poe replies with a deep sigh as he snuggles you, burying his face in your neck and playfully nuzzling you. "You had a baby 24 hours ago, you'll always be beautiful".

"I'm in so much pain, physically too". You continue, savoring the feeling of his warm body against yours. "My back, breasts, everything hurts, plus I needed stitches".

"Don't worry". Poe tells you, kissing the back of your next softly. "Please, I'll always love you, you gave me our beautiful son".

The two of you soon fall asleep. The next morning you're awakened by the sound of the baby crying. You wearily get out of bed and check his diaper, you quickly change him and then relax in the rocking chair, his big, dark eyes are wide open.

You kiss the top of his little head, which is already covered with thick, soft, curly hair. The baby heavily favors Poe looks wise, he's his true mini me.

You're breastfeeding him when Poe walks into the room. He kisses you tenderly on the lips and says,

"You look like you're feeling better, I hope you slept well".

"I'm feeling a lot better". You reply, a slight smile appearing on your face.

"Look at him". Poe tells you with a huge smile on his face as he leans down and kisses him on the side of his little face. "Isn't he the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

"He has your hair, eyes and smile". You reply, your smile growing bigger. "I know we're biased but he really is the most beautiful baby I've ever seen".

Poe takes his son into his arms again, as he gently rocks him he looks deeply into your eyes and says,

"I see some of his beautiful mother too".

After a month you are healed enough to be intimate with him for the first time in what feels like years.

The two of you are worked up and craving each other, badly. Finn and Rose volunteered to watch the baby so you can have some much needed alone time.

"This feels, strange".

"Ugh I know."

You and Poe are enjoying your first night out since becoming parents. The two of you are trying to enjoy yourselves at the cantina, just like old times.

But things don't feel like old times. Instead of having fun you find yourselves fretting over Maxim.

Your baby is absolutely thriving development and health wise. He's happy, healthy and reaching all of his milestones right on time and then some.

Poe leans over and kisses you passionately, he looks deeply into your eyes and whispers,

"I'm craving your body so badly, I don't want to make love to you tonight I want to fuck you like an animal".

Without finishing your drinks you immediately leave.

Poe takes you to the millennium Falcon. You nudge him and with a laugh say,

"Won't you get in trouble?"

"Nah, even if we get caught noone's going to say anything". Poe reassures, laughing a little.

He leads you into the crew's quarters and the two of you hungrily begin to rip each other's clothing off.

You get on your knees and take his erect cock into your mouth, Poe gently takes your long hair into his hands and moans in delight.

He picks you up in his strong arms and gingerly places you on the bunk. His head immediately goes between your legs and he draws your erect clit into his mouth and begins to suck on it like a tiny penis as he softly caresses your wet hole, which is tingling with pleasure.

"Does that feel okay, babe?" Poe asks, making sure his touch is extra gentle. "I don't want to hurt you".

His touch is causing anything but pain. Pleasure is all that you can feel.

But you appreciate how much he cares and his concern for you.

Poe leans over you and kisses you. You can taste and smell yourself on him and it's driving you absolutely mad with desire.

He lifts your legs over his shoulders and drives himself into you. You forgot how wonderful his cock feels inside of you. He grips your hips as you beg him to go deeper.

He leans forward, kisses you passionately and moans,

"I love you".

When he cums he's nuzzling your neck and showering it with soft little kisses, you whimper in delight as you feel his cock heat up and spill its load deep inside you.

You're both panting hard from the strenuous activity.

Poe cuddles up next to you, wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. The two of you fall asleep soon after.

Early the next morning you are awakened by a hologram from Finn and Rose. It's your chubby cheeked, curly haired baby boy sleeping like an angel.

"Did he fuss too much?" Poe asks Rose.

"He was a little sweetheart". Rose replies. "He slept a lot and didn't make any trouble at all".

"We'll be home shortly, and thank you for watching our little one for us". You reply, smiling.

Poe leans over and nuzzles your neck. With a sort of puppy dog, sad look in his eyes he asks,

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course". You reply, your eyes misting over with tears. "I'd be honored to spend the rest of my life with you. And eventually make some more beautiful, curly haired babies".

The end

[honey-dewey]

The Unbearable Pain of Life Itself

Pairing: FtM Trans Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/Reader

Word Count: 2,385

Warnings: Frankie’s in pain from his period. Lots of tears, one mention of blood, nausea and vomit, and boy oh boy I cannot seem to write Frankie without making him cry. 

I just want an excuse to write the reader comforting Frankie okay? He’s had a hard day because of his period and all he wants is cuddles! Am I projecting? Yes! Do I feel any shame at this point? No!

Permanent taglist: @phoenixhalliwell

You knew Frankie woke up feeling like shit the second you rolled over in bed. How? Because he hadn’t left you coffee before leaving. 

Should that be a sign of health? Not really. But whenever you didn’t wake up next to your boyfriend, or cuddled up on top of him more accurately, he left you a cup of coffee and a post-it note with a heart on it as a way to say ‘I love you’ when he left early for work. 

Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, you listened intently for any sign of your boyfriend throughout the house, wondering if he’d only just woken up and needed something. He wasn’t in the kitchen, as you’d originally thought. No, if he was, there would’ve been more crashing around and the distinct smell of coffee, considering he needed almost three cups before he was functional. But instead of a clumsy, sleepy Frankie, there was nothing. No usual cup waiting for you on the nightstand, no goodbye text or note from Frankie that he usually left whenever he had to leave for work early. 

Flinging the covers off you, you realized exactly what was plaguing Frankie and why his normal morning routine had gone out the window, sympathy immediately flooding you as you crawled over the blood stain that was slowly drying on the sheets. 

Slowly stripping the bed of the sheets and blankets, you headed into the kitchen, finding a half made pot of coffee and clear evidence that Frankie hadn’t been in the right headspace when he left for work. The bottle of knock off midol that worked just as well as the name brand shit was sitting next to the coffee pot, Frankie’s truck keys were still on the key hook, and he’d somehow managed to leave both his glasses and his hat at home. His birth control pills were sitting beside his empty coffee mug, the ring of spilled coffee making you wince as you put the mug in the sink. 

You sighed. Today was going to be long. 

All morning, you texted Santiago, who worked with Frankie and had picked him up that morning. According to Santi, Frankie was a mess, slowed by his pain and almost losing his meager breakfast multiple times. 

Eventually, you two reached a conclusion. Santiago couldn’t make Frankie go home and rest. No one could. Well, no one except for you. 

Around lunch, maybe five hours later, when you knew he’d be at his worst as the pain pills wore off, you scooped up the midol bottle and Frankie’s keys, getting into his truck. It was a bit bigger than your car, but was familiar territory for you all the same. 

Driving out to Frankie’s work, you worried about him so much you almost crashed. He very rarely got his period, considering the pills he was on and the extensive hormone changes he’d been through. But every six months, it was hell on earth for a week. He had every symptom under the sun, and they were all horrible. He was essentially bedridden for seven terrible days. Most times, he tried to power through it, but he couldn’t fight himself for very long. 

Pulling up to the building, you didn’t even bother locking the truck as you walked through the front doors. 

Santiago was with Frankie in the small break room, Frankie’s palms pressed to his eyes in an attempt to block out the headache-inducing lights. 

“Hon?” You murmured, crouching in front of Frankie’s bent form. “Oh honey, c’mere.” 

Frankie surged forward, blindly falling into your open arms. He shook, body trembling with pain, core pulling tight in regular intervals. 

“It’s okay,” you comforted, smoothing up and down his back. “I know, Frankie. Let’s go home, okay?”

A tiny whimper spurred you up, you supporting Frankie’s right side and Santiago coming over to support Frankie’s left as you headed back towards the front doors. 

When he was finally in the truck outside, Santiago helped you buckle him in before stepping back and waving. You waved back, handing Frankie a water bottle and the midol. “Two more Frankie.” 

He nodded, taking the pills and leaning back, breathing rhythmically, his left hand clutching your right. It wasn’t wisest to drive the truck with only one hand, but for Frankie, you bent the rules. 

Getting him into the house was a trip. It took twenty minutes due to the cramps and the headache and the God forsaken nausea, but he was finally breathing heavy on the couch, near tears but at least lying down. 

You wordlessly grabbed a few blankets and began to help Frankie out of his work clothes. He didn’t say anything or move much, only slowly thumbing over your wrist whenever it came near his hands and sleepily blinking at you as you draped the soft blankets over his body. You grabbed a heating pad, warming it in the microwave and placing it between Frankie’s hips. “Sleep,” you murmured, kissing his forehead and poking his nose. “It’s soup for dinner. Want a documentary?” 

Frankie nodded, the pills and the exhaustion from a night of sleeplessness finally crashing down on him and causing him to flicker in and out of sleep as you set up a few episodes of Our Planet to play. He liked the ocean ones the most, so you made sure they were first as you walked away from his slumped form. You slowly headed towards your office, fully intent on getting a few hours of work in before clocking out early. 

Two hours later, you sighed, leaning back from your computer and running your hands over your face. The documentaries in the background had been too distracting, so when you took a break to reheat the heating pad and check on Frankie, who was still asleep, you grabbed your headphones before shutting yourself back in your office. As you tugged said headphones off while scrubbing over your ears, you heard it. Sobbing. 

Immediately abandoning everything, you raced out of the office and into the living room, where Frankie was laying, collapsed on the floor in tears, shaking violently and hiccuping on his own breaths as he cried. 

“Frankie!” You fell to your knees, checking him over frantically. When you finally concluded that nothing was broken or hurt, you gathered him up in your arms, rocking slowly back and forth on the uncomfortable kitchen hardwood. “What’s wrong? Is it the cramps? The headache? Are you okay?” 

Frankie shook his head, still sobbing. “You-“ he stuttered, breath shuddering. “You weren’t. I thought. You were gone!” 

You stopped breathing, unable to exist beyond the pain in Frankie’s words. He hadn’t seen you, didn’t know where you’d gone, and for all he knew, you’d left the house completely. “Oh Frankie. I would never,” you breathed, smoothing over his hair. His hands, those damn shaking hands, gripped tightly at your shirt, as if you’d disappear if he let go. 

“Frankie, darling,” you said, feeling a full body chill racing across his skin and knowing his body was swinging wildly from feverish and freezing. “Let’s go have a bath.” 

Frankie didn’t object, allowing you to help him up and lead him to the bathroom. He was quiet, watching as you filled the tub with water and epsom salt. You left for a minute to grab a glass of cold water before hurrying back to the bathroom, not wanting to leave Frankie for any longer than you had to. 

The entire time you and Frankie lounged in the tub together, your back against his chest, he was calm. Much calmer than he’d been earlier, so you could only assume the pills were starting to touch his pain. 

Eventually, after both yours and his fingers had turned pruney and Frankie smelled like epsom salt and lavender soap, you hauled him out of the tub. He yawned, grinning sleepily as you handed him a warm towel and his favorite old pyjamas. So yes, the pills were finally working if Frankie was actually smiling. 

“Nap time?” He asked as he shuffled after you into the living room. 

“Snack time,” you corrected, grabbing one of the everything bagels Will had dropped off the other day and slicing it. “At least half of this, and then we can nap.” 

Frankie pouted, but waited patiently for you to toast and butter the bagel. Usually, he insisted on a load of cream cheese, but his stomach wouldn’t be able to handle it right now. Hell, you even were hesitant to use too much butter. 

You made yourself a bagel as well, also only using butter. When both were done, you and Frankie cuddled up on the couch and continued the documentary he’d been watching earlier. It was about sharks, something Frankie was surprisingly eager to watch. He absently ate the required half a bagel before he slumped against your side and then scooted down so he could lay his head in your lap. You smiled, humming Billy Joel and eating the other half of his bagel, knowing he probably wouldn’t. 

About halfway through the Disney nature Oceans documentary, you felt Frankie shift. He rolled to his side, then to his back, and then sat up and bolted for the bathroom. 

You paused the TV, following after Frankie with matching urgency. As he threw up the half a bagel he’d eaten, you rubbed his back, just waiting for it to be over. 

When he finally sat back, he was sweaty and panting, eyes full of tears. You sighed, handing him a cup of water. “Drink. You need to rehydrate.” 

Frankie nodded, accepting the water and taking small sips, slowly draining the cup over the course of a very agonizing forty five minutes, during which Frankie almost threw up again twice. 

When it seemed his stomach had finally settled, you helped him up and onto the couch once more. 

He was exhausted, immediately cocooning himself in the blankets and falling asleep again. You didn’t even bother with the documentary, instead grabbing an old book and reading out loud in an effort to keep Frankie asleep. 

The book wasn’t a favorite of yours, but Frankie really liked it, so you indulged him. Eventually, when it seemed he was well and truly asleep, you detangled yourself from him, getting up to grab two cans of soup from the cabinet and putting Frankie’s heating pad through the microwave again. Normally, you’d make the soup, but with how Frankie was, you didn’t want to risk being away from him for too long. 

Sure enough, when you sat back down, Frankie’s eyes blinked open slightly and he snuggled close. “Warm.” 

You smiled, the rasp to his voice incredibly endearing. “Mhm. I know. Here.” You pressed the heating pad to Frankie’s body, and he made a small noise of bliss. 

“What would I ever do without you?” He mumbled, sliding against your body and practically molding himself to you. 

Reaching an arm out to wrap Frankie in a one-sided hug, you shrugged, kissing his forehead. “I have no idea.” 

While he dozed, you texted the boys, who were all periodically texting you and fretting over Frankie. You gave them the run down, skipping over the more horrible bits. Will and Benny both wanted to visit, but you and Santiago decided that probably wasn’t the best idea tonight. Agreeing on tomorrow night, when some of the worst pain would be fading, you put your phone down and shook Frankie awake. 

“Huh?” He grumbled, rolling and glaring at you. “Why?” 

“Dinner,” you said, helping Frankie sit up. “The boys are coming around tomorrow, by the way.” 

Frankie shrugged. “Why do I have to eat dinner?” 

“You don’t,” you said, setting a bowl of canned soup in front of him. “Just drink some broth. Eat some of it if you can.” 

The rest of the night was spent on the couch, Frankie slowly drinking the broth out of his soup and you monitoring him. He didn’t throw up again, which was a blessing, and you were able to get a cup of tea into him as well before he finally asked to go to bed. 

“Sure thing,” you said, standing and stretching. Frankie watched, tiredly admiring your body. He grinned when you helped him to his feet, hands wandering, causing you to laugh. 

“Francisco Morales!” You scolded through your laughter, swatting his hand away from your ass. “That is rude!” 

Frankie pouted, his adorably crooked grin returning within seconds. “I’m in pain babe. Indulge me.” 

You rolled your eyes, smiling and helping Frankie into the bathroom. “I washed the sheets from last night,” you said, handing him his toothbrush. “And you are absolutely calling in sick tomorrow. No ifs, ands, or buts.” 

“Okay,” Frankie said, sticking his toothbrush into his mouth. “I love you.” 

You smiled, wiping toothpaste foam off Frankie’s face. “I love you too.” 

That night, you listened absently to the hum of the cicadas, cuddling Frankie, who was curled around you and his heating pad, his soft breath tickling your bare arm. He wasn’t asleep yet, but he was close. 

You took a deep breath, looking over Frankie’s head and staring at the moon, high in the summer sky. On nights like this, you cracked the window open to let the air in, with the precaution of multiple bug screens. 

“Babe?” Frankie mumbled, rolling a bit and pulling the heating pad out from between you. “You up?” 

“Yeah.” 

Frankie tossed the heating pad aside, making a face as it hit the floor with a heavy thump. “You good?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. Just can’t sleep.” 

“That’s not good,” Frankie mumbled, scooting around until his face was six inches from yours. “Penny for your thoughts?” 

You smiled, kissing Frankie lightly. “Go to sleep, Catfish.” 

Frankie grinned. “Ooo, busting out the nicknames. Seriously, what’s on your mind?” 

“Nothing,” you answered honestly. “You’re just super warm.” 

Humming, Frankie wrapped you in a hug, the absence of the heating pad making it much more comfortable. “Better?” 

You melted into his chest, tracing a feather light finger over his top surgery scars. “Much.” 

Frankie kissed your forehead, head falling back to the pillow as exhaustion threatened to overtake him. “Get some sleep babe.” 

Nodding, you moved Frankie’s arm so you didn’t accidentally cut his circulation off. “Right back at you Frankie.”

[aquaticalay]

Old Flames Die Hard (The Mandalorian x reader)

Summary: You've only seen Din Djarin's face once before, when you were younger. Now he shows up at your door looking for shelter, and he can't help but crave your touch.

Warning: fluffy smut and blindfolding. Bit of angst :)

Word count: 2.6k

Note: literally no one asked for this, but I'm in love with Mando, so enjoy! :)))

Also I'm reuploading this bcs tumblr apparently hates me and they took this off the tags

Your peaceful reading was disturbed by the sound of a firm knock on your door. You look. away from you scrolls, wondering who might be here this early in the morning. 

Walking to the front door of your hut, you peek from the hole of the door viewer to check who it was.

A familiar helmet and figure stood on the other side of the door. You inhale sharply because the figure was too familiar.

What could he want from you? After all this time?

You open the door, an inevitable warm smile plastered to your face.

"Hello," you say, keeping your composure straight.

"Hello, (Y/n)," he greets. You could see how tense he becomes. You wish you could see his reaction, his emotions through the helmet, but you know better.

"What are you doing in Takodana?" You ask, tilting your head in curiosity.

So she still has it, Mando thinks to himself, those hypnotic eyes full of wonder. A gaze he had not been able to resist then.

"I need a place to lay low," he tells you. If there was ever a coldness to his voice, it was easing.

"Why—" you start to say, but was interrupted by a small, adorable squeal of a small, pale green child with eyes bigger than his nose and ears longer than his arms.

You knelt down. "Hi, little one," you coo, letting its tiny tridactyl hands curl on your pointer finger. "Where did Mando find you, hm?" You added.

"Are we welcomed inside?" Mando asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. You lifted the infant, rocking him gently in your arms. 

You nod. "Of course. Come in."

-

You lay the child on a bed of fur, making sure he is comfortable. When you pull your arms away from the child, it let out a high-pitched noise. It didn't want you to go.

You shush him attentively. "It's okay," you say quietly, "I am not leaving, I will be right here."

Even with your back facing Mando, you could feel his piercing stare. 

When the child yawned and relaxed, you let him rest. You take a seat on a table not far from him, where Mando was sitting across from you.

"So," you cross you arms on your chest, "Why are you running this time?"

"The child is a bounty," he tells you.

"Ah," you say, leaning back on your chair. "You helped him escape?"

He nods.

To an extent, knowing Mando rescued this child restored your faith in him. You shake your head, letting out a cynical chuckle. "This is why I am a bounty hunter no more."

"What are you now?" He asks. For the first time since he got here, you can hear that he still cares.

"A scholar," you answer lightly. "I teach travelers now."

He nods again, but does not answer with words. 

"Tell me more, Mando," you start to say, "about what you've been up to."

And he does just that for the next hour or so. You listen intently, lost in his tales of exciting adventures. 

-

You excuse yourself to your room, telling him that you needed rest after a long night of reading scrolls. You made it clear that he could knock anytime, and he could sleep to the next room if he wanted to.

You lay on the bed, trying to rest.

You could not. Not with the Mandalorian out there. Too many memories, good and bad, about him, and with him.

After fifteen minutes, you heard a knock on the door.

You sit up immediately, "Come in."

The door creaks open, and Mando steps in. A full second passed before you stood up, and it was easily the longest second of your life.

"The child is asleep," he states. His voice slightly falters, revealing the possibility of a hidden intention.

You step closer to him, until there is so little space between the two of you, not even a scroll could fit in the middle.

You both know neither of you could hold back the unspoken silence. After all, you can't just pretend that what happened between the two of you never happened.

"What are you thinking?" He asks, his voice quivering. 

You have tried to be strong, but now a pearl-like tear slid down your face. You let your arm rest on his beskar helmet, where the line of his jaw would be. "Just curious," you manage to say, "of how you've changed. How you look like now, Din."

At the mention of his birth name, his breathing hitched. As far as he was concerned, you were the only one alive who knew his name, aside from the creed.

Years ago, the night before you left the guild, you were faced with a similar situation.

You told him you were going to leave. He met you in your quarters, and there, he had given you permission to lift his helmet off his head.

You had admired him. The first and only time you saw him, you noticed how beautiful he was, strong and mature features with a boyish smile. At that point, you were convinced the Maker accidentally made an angel in the place of a human.

You kissed him that night, all tongue and teeth clashing in desperation, and you had taken him to your bed, to have one last night with him. Limbs tangled and fingers entwined, he had declared his love to you, and you did, too. Neither you nor him regretted it. The only thing you wish you could do was take him with you when you escaped the guild. You left the day after, with a heavy heart and a memory that was damn near impossible to forget.

He was an old flame that died hard.

Only for you, he had broken his vow. 

You had kept it a secret since. 

You have to make sure it stayed a secret, or the Mandalorians will not let his put his helmet back on.

Now, his hands are on either side of his helmet. He slowly slides it up. "Why don't you find out?" He asks, almost taunting, challenging.

Before he could lift his helmet too far off, you gently brought both your hands over his, and pulled the steel dome back down.

"No," you let out a ghostly whisper. "Don't."

"Do you not lov— want me anymore?" His voice shatters. That's how you know that he is as heartbroken as you. "Is there someone else?" He asks, his voice straining.

"No," you say. The dam behind your eyes broke, tears dropping off your chin. It wasn't crying, no. It was the beginning of a desolate sobbing that came from a person who had built a wall over their emotions. "There has never been anyone but you, Din. There will never be."

He pushed his gloves off, the metal pieces carelessly clanging to the floor. His calloused fingers wiped your tears away, rubbing circles on your skin. "Then I ask for your permission to do this once again."

You step back, and his hand falls back hopelessly to his sides.

"I want to," you whisper, only barely audible, "But I will not. For your sake. I will not let you break your vow again."

"You did not mind when you held me that night, in Navarro." His voice is now softer, defeated. He will not ask again, if you do not wish to, but he had to know why.

You hold his hand. You step forward again, this time the gesture was more certain. "We were young. I did not understand what the Mandalorians meant back then. I am a scholar, Din. I learn, especially from my mistakes," Gently, you kisse his palm. It's a show of affection, and Din let you. 

By any means, you did not think he was a mistake. The night you spent wasn't a mistake either. The mistake was simply your lack of experience. Your lack of knowledge. 

You continue, "I did not respect the Mandalorians enough, then. I did not respect you enough. I do now."

He moves his hand, and you let it wander your facial features. 

His hand moves to your hair. He unties your headband, a piece of cloth that held your locks together. You hair spill on over your eyes, and he tucks them behind your ears.

Oh, you thought to yourself.

Your mouth opened a little, realizing his intentions. His finger went under your chin, lifting it up. "Do you know what I'm about to do?"

He asks, his voice as coarse as sand.

"Yes," you admit.

"Would you let me?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me?" He asks one last time.

You have never been more certain, "Yes."

Slowly, but surely, he covers your eyes with the cloth of your headband. He tied a knot on the back of your head, not too tight to hurt you, but tight enough so it wouldn't fall off.

He was a smart man, and still is.

"Can you see?" He asks.

"No," you reply honestly. Almost breathless, you thank the Maker that the questions he's been asking doesn't need more than a one-word answer at a time. 

"Can I take my helmet off now?"

"Yes," you sigh. You can hear him taking it off and you assumed he laid it on the floor. 

You gasp when you felt your lips against his, cold and desperate. Isolated, almost. You could feel the relief in his touch. He cups your cheeks, pulling you up towards him. What he looked like, you did not care. You know that this is him, at the fact alone is enough. It was the same person you made love to all those years ago. You know because you remember every waking moment of it.

You let the kiss become feverish and heated, placing your hand blindly on his shoulders and around his neck. You did not need to see him to know that he was smiling against your lips, that his cheeks was just as soaked with tears as yours.

Low groans unintentionally flutter out of his mouth, music to your ears.

Your hands make their way to his cheeks, caressing the rough skin. Stripped of your sight, you trail you fingers on his cheekbones and jawline to get a sense of what he looks like now. 

He pulls apart from the kiss, and you manage to hold on to his shoulders for support. You felt his hot breath against your temple, and you shiver because of it. 

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, hopeful but uncertain. His voice is clear now, unmodulated and raw. Easier to read.

"I want this. You, Din," you whisper, raspy words dripping in desperation, "please."

Gently, his hands dance to your hips, gently squeezing it. He steps forward, pushing you until you feel your blanket and bed on the back of your feet.

He drags the invisible weight off your shoulders, making you sit down on your bed. 

You let go of him for a split second, feeling lost in the dark. Then, you hear the unmistakable clutter of beskar on the floor. Piece by piece, he placed it on the ground, his adrenaline pumping from the sight of you attentively waiting for his to strip himself off his heavy armor.

When the soft metallic noises stop and you felt his hands on your waist, you knew he was done. His hands went to your fabric belt, the only thing that held your robe together. Untying it, he pushes the article clothing off, until you were completely bare to him.

"My love." He pressed a kiss on your forehead, mouth trailing down to your nose, then to your lips. This time he doesn't hesitate, and he knocks the air straight out of your lungs. You return it with just as much passion, encouraging him to come closer. 

He opens his mouth, and you feel his tongue brush on yours, fiery and longing. He pushed even further, and you let him, until your the crown of your head hits the soft pillow beneath. You can feel him hover, shifting half of his weight on you. You let his mouth leave kisses down your neck, biting once in a while as he goes. 

It was hard to think of him as a battle-hardened bounty hunter now that he was over you, peppering loving kisses, making sure you were taken care of.

Your hands travel you his curly locks. You massage his scalp, tugging ever so slightly. You imagine his chestnut hair, the same color you've seen before, maybe with a few grey hairs given by time.

"Din," you manage to say, "Please. I can't take it anymore."

You feel him lick a stripe from your collarbone to your jawline, nipping at your skin. "Patience, my love," he mutters in your ear, pressing his teeth to you earlobe.

You shudder, heart thumping faster than your ribcage can handle.

You drag your hands down, raking his bare back. Caving into his touch, you feel your heat pooling between your legs.

You bite your lip instinctively, holding a moan. He does not say anything, but you knew it drove him crazy. 

His hand rub on your lips, and you take advantage by pressing your tone on the pad of his finger. 

"You're as beautiful as I remember," he admits. He sounds a bit sad. 

He should've gone to find you sooner. If he could turn back time, that was the only thing he'd change. 

You reply with a long purr.

His left palm runs down, squeezing your hips.

"No need for foreplay?" He asks, and you swear you could hear a hint of amusement in his voice, perhaps to cheer himself up. He probably noticed how wet you were, how submissive and desperate. 

"No," you yelp, feeling his length against your core, "Just make love to me." 

He takes the consent, sliding his cock into you. You mewl, trying your best to steady yourself, hands holding on to his back. He moves when you beg him to, rapidly slamming into you. It was slow at first, but your otherworldly moans encourage him to go faster.

His legs tangled with yours, he rocks up and down, providing counter-resistance. His rhythm ends you into cloud nine, sultry and irresistable. His hips move in a figure-8 motion, his pubic bone stimulating your bundle of nerves with explosive friction.

His breath was as heavy as yours. His lips latch on your shoulder, burying his neck into your shoulder. He does this to suppress his filthy moans so he doesn't wake the child. You, on the other hand, was forced to bite your lip, swallowing your groans.

"Din," you whisper, tone going up in pitch.

"I know, I know," he licks the shell of your ear, "Come with me."

His voice undid you, becoming the catalyst of your long-awaited satisfaction.

He rides your high, coming only a few seconds later. His heavy moans turning fulfilled breathing. 

He drops to the space next to you, your back pressed to his chest, his hands secured around your waist, you own hands on top of them, rubbing comforting circles.

The blindfold on you is still tightly wrapped, not losing its integrity at all. Frankly, you don't mind. You did not have to see him to enjoy his company. That's how much you trust him.

"Promise me," you say, your voice only barely audible, "that this is not the last time."

"I promise," he hums, his nose affectionately pressed into your hair.

You did not need to hear him say 'I love you' to know that he does.

-end

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Coffee In Your Cream {Headcanon} **

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Moderate NSFW, Moderate SMUT

Words: 2k

***Loosley Edited/Proofread***

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Steve Rogers is from an era where interracial relationships are not the norm. How could it be? It was the early nineteen hundreds.

Living and growing up in Brooklyn his worldwide view was never one dimensional. Thanks to being Captain America, that worldwide view was blown wide open. The first time he met you, you saved his ass. 

He instantly thought that you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his entire life and at the time he’d been alive for well over ninety years. Point is, he’d seen a lot of women. You were gorgeous and even better you were working undercover with the Avengers which meant you were deadly. 

From the day you met, you made him work for it. You danced around each other for months, both refusing to admit either of you had an attraction to the other. When neither of you could deny it any longer traditional Steve Rogers turned into a twenty-first-century man and no date was necessary for you to have him in the locker room shower, taking away his sexual innocence.

Since then the two of you have been inseparable. You went on missions together, trained together and the best part was that he let you do some downright naughty things to him. The two of you couldn’t have been happier and Steve couldn’t have loved you more.

“As you can see your majesty, we’re always training here,” Tony said as you circled the mat keeping an eye on Steve. Just because you always trained together, and you knew each of his moves didn’t mean he couldn’t beat you. 

“Captain, look who stopped by.” Steve looked away from you to the two new additions beside Tony.

“Prince T’Challa—well King now.” Steve extended his hand to shake T’Challa’s. you watched the interaction between him and the two men. It seemed friendly.

They exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before Steve nodded you over. “Y/N, meet King T’Challa and Prince N'Jadaka of Wakanda.” Out of respect, you bowed your head to both of them as you shook their hand. You noticed how Prince N'Jadaka’s hand lingered with yours which had you looking at him. the look in his eyes was pure flirtatiousness.

“The pleasure is all mine, ma,” he chided with a lick of his lips that turned into a smile. You returned it.

“Dang Tony, if I knew you were recruiting more beautiful women for the team I might have joined up,” Prince N'Jadaka teased. You pinched your lips and tried to stifle the laugh. You could sense Steve’s uneasiness beside you. You loved when he was jealous.

“The Avengers could always use more people. Isn’t that right Steve?”

The way he looked at you it was clear to see his answer was definitely not. 

“I hear the training sessions around here could raise to the level of my Dora,” T’Challa voiced.

“We don’t play around here,” Tony added.

“Do you think it’s a fair match against Captain America himself?” The way Prince N'Jadaka’s voice sounded he sounded serious. You wanted to laugh.

“Is it a fair match captain?” You walked back toward the mat and signaled for Steve to take his place. 

“Oh great,” he said as he took his place across from you.

“Don’t hold back,” you warned giving him a stern look to say you meant it. 

Before he nodded you charged to him going in for the kill. Quickly he evaded your onslaught of blows and turned around putting you in a chokehold—a loose chokehold. He was going easy. Annoyed you elbowed him in his gut and wrung his arm ready to flip him but he shoved you halfway across the mat. That was more like it, you thought.

The two of you continued to spar. You remained the one on the offense leaving Steve to block and deflect every attempt you made to put him on his fine ass. After almost ten minutes you were annoyed with the back and forth.

“If you’re tired we can take a draw,” Steve teased. He knew you hated draws.

“Why would I do that? I’m three moves away from dropping you.”

Steve laughed, a laugh that Prince N'Jadaka and T’Challa echoed. 

“Little mama got a mouth on her. I like her.”

You ran across the mat to Steve as he ran to you he threw a punch and made an attempt to kick out. You knew the move and countered accordingly with a move Nat taught you. You jumped on him wrapping your legs around him as you’d done countless times before, all in a different context than now. You then flipped over him putting him in a choke to slam him to the mat landing on top of him pinning his hands to the mat.

“Oh! Daaaaaaaamn!” Locking eyes with Steve you smiled, he was already smiling.

“You love that move huh?”

“It has some elegance to it.” Steve bit his bottom lip and you could feel the beginning stirs of his arousal. Training and sparing matches usually led to hot shower sex and his body was more than ready

“Guess it wasn’t a fair fight,” you cockily said to Prince N'Jadaka and King T’Challa. Both men looked very amused and highly entertained.

Suddenly Steve flipped you over his head onto your back with him landing on to of you this time with your arms pinned to the mat. 

“Awww.”

“Guess not,” Steve finished. You pinched your lips and mirrored the move he just did then stood and put your foot to his throat.

The men to the side of the mat clapped signaling you’d won the fight. Shaking his head Steve stood and gave you a smile indicating his ego was not bruised. By the way he bit his bottom lip it was safe to say his ego was not even touched, he had other things on his mind.

“Wow. What a fight. Remind me never to piss you off babygirl,” Prince N'Jadaka added. You smiled.

“It was nice meeting you two. I’m gonna hit the shower.” Steve approached your side and wrapped his arm around your waist resting it on your hip possessively.

“We’re gonna hit the shower.” You pinched your lips, possessive and jealous Steve was putting his foot down. The look on T’Challa and N'Jadaka’s face was pure and utter shock.

“Say what? Oh hell naw, really? You and—naw. You mean to tell me that this vanilla cone isn’t a full on square? Come on now, does he know what he’s doin ma’? If not—.”

You fought the laughter that threatened to spill out. if it did Steve would never forgive you. everything N'Jadaka was asking was what you’d thought those years ago before you got together. You had worries but he’d put those to rest.

“I’m good.”

“Yeah, she’s real good. You know what they say, vanilla and chocolate make a sundae.” Steve turned you and led you toward the door leaving T’Challa and N'Jadaka gaping at you.

“Wow, the vanilla and chocolate line? Damn, you even walk different cause of her. she gave you that swagger,” N'Jadaka shout after the two of you.

Before you walked out of the room you heard him say one more thing. “Damn, lost another one.”

Once you got to that shower possessive Steve was on full display. You loved jealous Steve, but you went weak for possessive Steve. As soon as he stepped into the shower behind you he was pressing you against the tiled wall and burying his face in your neck.

“It’s never a good idea to flirt in front of me.” You smiled.

“I wasn’t flirting.”

“Yes, you were, it might have been a little, but you still flirted. Did you like it?”

Steve pressed his hardness on your ass giving you a sneak peek at what was soon going to be buried inside of you. A soft moan escaped you.

“Of course not. I love you, Steve.”

“Looks like I’ll have to remind you just what it means to be mine.” Steve hoisted you up, holding you steady against him and keeping your body in a seated position. His strength always amazed you. You weren’t some dainty feather and still, he handled you as if you were a rag doll.

Without warning. Steve lowered you on his engorged heat inch by tantalizing inch. Once he was fully sheath both of you released a heavy sigh—a content sigh. Steve peppered kisses across your shoulder blades and shoulders before he trailed along your spine. Once he started moving you on his need, using your body to bring you both immeasurable pleasure you quickly melted 

All that you could do was pant and moan his name with every poke of your cervix. He was buried so deep that you almost couldn’t take it. He’d confessed to you that the super serum made more than his muscles bigger. You’d been a very happy woman over the years.

Steve changed the angle of which he held you. You were not braced against the wall with him holding your legs as if you were a wheelbarrow. You knew he wasn’t going to take it easy on you. When his hips slammed into you the force of the thrust almost gave you whiplash.

“Shit.” It was said as a groan, one that was laced with anxiousness. You knew what was coming. Steve plowed into you setting a steady pace at first that quickly became erratic. Though erratic the power behind each of his strokes was clear. You didn’t bother to try to hold your orgasm back. It was no use.

As you came Steve groaned from the tight clench around him, but his thrusts didn’t slow. Your moans won out over the sound of the water beating down on both your bodies. Anyone who was walking by would easily hear you. Steve’s hips slowed to deliver slow, deep and powerful strokes that coaxed yet another orgasm from you.

“Y/N!” That was all he managed to get out before his release overpowered him. It felt like forever that he stood there filling you to capacity. Once he was spent he lowered you to your feet and slid to the shower floor trying to catch his breath. 

Slowly you lowered yourself onto his still hard length moaning at the feel of him sliding into your well coated core. 

“Jesus, thank god for Bruce’s super birth control. I’m sure that would have been the one to put a baby right here.” Steve gently rubbed your belly.

You snorted and laughed heartily. All he could muster was a toothy grin. 

“You’re so silly.”

“But you love me, right?” You nodded as you kissed him.

“So much.”

You lazily bathed each other right there on the shower floor unable to find any strength left to stand and complete the tasks. Once the two of you were cleaned and dressed you made your way to the dining room where you knew everyone was gathered. 

You got your food and sat down.

“From the sounds I heard coming from your rooms I guess he does know what he’s doing,” N'Jadaka uttered.

Embarrassment filled you. “Oh you heard them too? We always hear them. these two cannot keep their hands off each other,” Bucky teased.

“Shiiit, by the sounds I be hearing all the damn time Cap be killing Y/N.”

Everyone laughed loudly, everyone but you and Steve. While you buried your face in your hands Steve sat there pinching his lips.

“I’m surprised she can still walk,” Nat added.

“Oh my god, really Nat?”

“I’m surprised there aren’t at least six Steve Jrs, running around here,” Clint voiced.

“I think Cap is still determined to make it happen,” Sam finished.

“Wow, okay, everyone back off,” you warned.

They all raised their hands in defeat and continued eating their meals in comfortable and sociable silence.