#poppy you’re drooling

[wummbo]

‘Master of Puppets’ blaring in the background

Artist Info

[javiersprincess]

tags: 18+ minors dni / kissing / making out / established relationship / grinding/ mention of cum / mention of spit and drool

javier quickly learns something about you that he finds quite cute for all intents and purposes.

you enjoy kissing.

small ones he presses to your cheek when you come up to him at camp. the ones that linger when you press them to his brow as he lays next to you to sleep. the ones where you laugh in between them by the edges of camp when he has to set his guitar to the side - he had intended to sing for you but finds more music in your flustered giggles than his playing. he knows those are your favorite, when you look at him with big love stricken eyes and smile so tenderly at him.

javier finds that his favorite are these - when he has you away from camp and all to himself. he had found a good fishing spot with plenty vegetation. javier lets himself relax as he reels in fish while you go off foraging for herbs and other plants. he likes seeing you like that, in your element, as you dutifully pluck at plants and write them in your journal. whether you use them for your benefit or for some poor bastards detriment javier is happy to see you happy at least.

he stays by the water until his bag is full and the fish slowly finish their dinner to disperse under the now black water. you are little aways, skirt hiked to your knee to avoid getting anything stuck on it with your journal in hand and pen in your mouth as you keep surveying the small patch of land for anything you might have missed. javier swears you’re eyes are sharper than his, being able to see so clearly in the dim light despite the light of the moon. packing his rod is muscle memory, letting his hands do the labor as he watches you - taking in how the moonlight shines on the highlights of your hair while you pick something else. you write it in your journal with a pleased smile and add what you found to your own bag that is embroidered with orange poppy flowers.

you lift your gaze to where he is and smile warmly at him. you must have honey for eyes the way his teeth hurt from how sweetly you look at him and you make your way over to him. you remind him of your horse, a muscular buckskin kiger stallion that is the most sure-footed horse he’s ever seen the way you jump over the rocks with your heeled boots. you breath a soft hello as you are before him, flustered and doe eyed as he lets his hands find your waist to bring you close.

“what did you find, mi amor?” he asks warmly letting his lips kiss your cheek as your arms go around his shoulders. you hum pleased and murmur into his ear that you found sprouts of swap potatoes and other miscellaneous herbs that are common place but you had run out of over the months. you press a kiss of your own at the corner of his lips and ask about the fish. javier grins big and tilts his head to the filled bag that rests where he stood. you gap and lean your head into his shoulder and laugh.

“i think you might be a better fisherman than mr. matthews.”

“don’t let that old timer hear say that, it’ll sting his pride more than he’d say.” javier laughs and it makes you laugh too, the evening air cool and pleasant between the two of you. your fingertips play with the ends of his tied hair as you hum softly, relaxed with the gentle breeze and the sound of water running.

“so what now - are we heading back?” you say, voice soft just for the two of you. javier smiles and his eyes crinkles like a fox’s when he presses his lips to your ear.

“we could…or…we could have some time together.” he whispers into your ear flirtatiously, the hands that were at your waist go down to cup at the curve of your ass. each take their fill and squeeze enough to make you gasp as he chuckles at how you fluster even now.

“h-here?”

“only if you’d like.” he responds smoothly grinning when you shyly duck your head only to nod at his suggestion. it makes him laugh, the way you duck so demurely against him despite knowing how you have him, when he tells you it always makes you embarrassed. javier nudges your cheek with his nose - "come here, look at me." as sweetly as always you obey and tilt your head up to him. javier is a good kisser - much better than you are so its easy for his tongue to make it's way into your mouth.

his tongue brushes against yours and you moan softly, gripping the back of his vest as he presses closer to you enough so he can feel the way your heart pounds in your chest. it makes him smile into the kiss even has he let's himself get lost in the sucking of your tongue and sound of your quiet moans. you part with him snickering at your flushed state and soft pants - it's sweet how you look at him with pretty eyes and he can't help himself to reach out and pinch your tongue. javier snickers at how you gasp but you let him, relaxing and looking at him with pretty glassy eyes.

"you really let me do anything to you, huh?" you nod, letting out a breathy little noise of agreement and he let's go of you. you'd always let javier does has he pleases, he's the only man in the world that has earned the right to do so. it's why you let him lead you to a thicker tree, and why you follow him to sit on his lap facing him with his back to the trunk. you are spread out on his lap, skirt hiked up enough that javier can see the ends of the garters that keep up the white of your stockings. tan hands settle on the exposed tops of your thighs and carefully sneak up to sink into your plush flesh.

his thumb resting on the birthmark on your right thigh, one that vaguely looks like a heart that he finds so endearing as he spreads you out over his pelvis. you are still clutching his lapels bumping your nose against his as you press kiss after kiss against his lips while his hands come to grip your hips. you kisses grow sloppy when you begin to lick at his lips desperately wanting to have his tongue in your mouth as you begin rock your hips against his lap.

javier pants softly, groaning against your mouth when the warmth of your cunt is felt as you rock against him - feeling how the delicate soft cotton of your delicates grows wet against the forming bulge of his cock. your breaths intermingle as you both feel heat coil in your stomachs are you rock against each other, you clit catching on the rougher fabric of his dark jeans. you tongue brushes against him as javier’s hands dig deep and ground you down against - it makes you moan as lightning dances up your spine at the pleasure. you flush against him, whining at how javier doesn’t let go of your form keeping you where he wants as he feels you grow more and more wet against him.

“javi, javi - please.”

“what is mi amor, que quieres de mi?” he asks you what you want from him and there thousands of words on your tongue that drip like the drool that escapes you as you experience more and more pleasure from how javier moves you against him. you feel his cock twitch, pulsing beneath you and moan - long and deep from your chest. you’re lidded eyes, glistening from pleasure look at him with all the adoration your lax tongue can’t muster. you only go to kiss him, taking him by surprise as you suck on his tongue, letting go of his lapels to instead let one hand come to the base of his ponytail and grip.

he moans into your mouth and comes with a sweet shock, staining his pants beneath you as you whine so softly at the feeling. you are pulled off to one of his thigh and you hump at it on your own as you let your lips go to javier’s neck. you kiss and suck at the skin, moaning as his grip tightens from his aftershocks. rubbing your cheek to his stubble you whisper into his ear as place a candied affection after another on his skin - “don’t waste it next time please.” javier is helpless beneath you, becoming lax and merely a place for you to grind to completion.

“don’t - don’t say those things when you don’t mean it.” he hisses into your hair and you whine defiantly as you cum on his thigh.

“i do - i do mean it -“ you gasp in between the cresting peek of your pleasure, letting your tongue go to lick the salt of his skin. “want all of you in me always.”

“jesus christ,” javier laughs high and sickeningly fond, “you’re a little pervert.”

“just for you.” you mumble, hips aching and face tucked into his neck as you almost melt into his chest. his hands rub at your back, warm and soothing as you come down from your pleasure high.

“can we stay here - just for awhile?” javier hums and agrees, letting you almost go limp in his embrace as your eyes close shut. he stays there, with you in his embrace til the moon is high in the sky and he looks down at you, and stays there a little longer.

[fierymiasma]

ꕥYou Look Better In Greenꕥ//Sebastian x MC

NOW WITH PART 2: And You Look Fetching in Yellow

Summary: In which Sebastian sees the new transfer student wearing someone else's scarf and proceeds to absolutely lose it.

Word Count: 1.5k

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Ever since the new 5th year joined Hogwarts and knocked Sebastian on his ass (while stealing his heart at the same time), Sebastian developed a new morning ritual.  He would arrive, as late as possible as usual, to breakfast, plop down on the empty spot that Ominis had so nicely saved for him, listen to Imelda prattle on about some boring Quidditch news, and sigh and longingly stare over at the Hufflepuff table.

It was always something different every day, much to Sebastian's delight.  Sometimes she would wear the most eccentric outfit, a clashing cacophony of mismatched colors that only she could pull off while being the most gorgeous witch in Hogwarts.  Sometimes she would arrive late, wiping the sleep from her eyes, tired from their shared late night misadventures.

This morning Sebastian was unlucky.  Sitting directly across from Poppy, she was obscured from Sebastian's gaze.

Even more unlucky, Imelda Reyes decided she had permission to sit next to him.

"Did you see what the new Hufflepuff was wearing today, Sebastian?"  Imelda teased.

Ugh.  "No, why should I care?  It's not like I spend my mornings just ogling her."

"Of course not."  Imelda said breezily.  "It's only been the talk of the entire school.  Surprised you were the last to hear about it, what with you practically drooling over her every morning."

Ominis snorted into his porridge.

"I have no idea what you're on about.  What she does doesn't concern me in the slightly."  Sebastian lied like the lying liar he was.

Imelda shrugged.  "Oh, that's a shame.  And here I was about to bring you the news that your favorite Hufflepuff is most definitely off the market now.  Looks like someone got to her before you did."

"WHAT?"  Sebastian bellowed.

Imelda grinned.  "See for yourself, pretty boy."

Playing right into her trap, Sebastian stood up, now blatantly searching for the Hufflepuff.  He was able to angle his view around Poppy.  A part of him was excited to see what ridiculous set outfit she was wearing today.  Sebastian didn't see what the fuss was all about.  Nothing unusual, her usual Hufflepuff robes, a grey sweater, and-

-And a Red and Yellow Gryffindor scarf.  

His mind went blank.  The usual bustling of voices in the Great Hall silenced themselves.  Sebastian could feel the heat erupt in the back of his eyes.  His wand shot dangerous hot sparks, itching for a fight.

Who, in Salazar Slytherin's name, gave her that?

She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf in front of the whole damn school.  Anyone who was anyone knew what that meant.  Why, it was practically a front page advertisement on the Daily Prophet!  Wearing another House's apparel meant you were seeing someone.  Off the market.  No longer available.  Every other day you would see a Ravenclaw girl wear a new black and yellow tie.  A Slytherin showing off their newly acquired blue coat.  It was a possessive silly schoolboy thing, but if you were an eligible bachelor or bachelorette, you wore your gifted scarf with pride.

Who in Merlin's name would claim what was rightfully his?  Who would be daft enough?

He didn't even register that his body was moving, until he was halfway across the Great Hall, making a beeline straight towards the Hufflepuff table.

"Morning."  He greeted Poppy and the new transfer student stiffly, interrupting their conversation.

"Oh Sebastian!  Good morning!  Did you have any of the strawberry tarts?  They're especially good today!"  She beamed behind the offending Gryffindor scarf that was around her neck.

"Who gave you that?"

"Oh, well, I'm pretty sure the House elves make the tarts from scratch and then they sort of apparate it up here.  I'm actually not quite sure how their magic-"

"Who gave you that tacky thing?  Was it Garreth?  Prewett?  I always knew that weasel was up to no good.  I should remind him o-"

She looked at him in alarmed confusion.  "What on earth are you talking about Sebastian?"

Sebastian felt his jaw clench.  So, she had no idea.  Of course she wouldn't.  She was a new transfer student, immensely popular and with half the school falling over themselves fawning over her.  It had to Prewett.  Only that sniveling bastard was underhanded enough to trick Sebastian's Hufflepuff into something so nefarious.  Practically broadcasting to the whole school that they were dating.  Gryffindor chivalry indeed, taking advantage of someone like that.  He bet all Prewett had to do is go up to her with his big, ugly nose and manipulate her into wearing that disgusting thing.

"Your scarf," he spat.  "Who gave it to you?"

Her eyes darted at Poppy who gave her a bewildered shrug.  She blinked in confusion, almost as if she forgot she was wearing it.  "Oh, this?  It's so cozy and warm, isn't it?  I think it really matches with my complexion!"

Sebastian could practically feel his back molar crack.

She continued, unaware of the inner storm brewing inside of Sebastian.  "Natty and I were out at Hogsmeade and got caught in the rain.  My poor scarf got soaked, and I haven't had a chance to learn the drying charm yet.  She was nice enough to lend me hers instead!"

He deflated, wand dropping into his pocket; fight forgotten.  "Ah…Natty…the other…transfer"  Of course.  It wasn't that long ago that Natty transferred and was learning all the nuances of the social intertwining of a different country much less Hogwarts social etiquette.  Probably thought all of this was silly anyway.

"Is something the matter, Sebastian?"  She leaned over placing her gentle hand on his forehead.  "You're awfully red.  You're practically burning up!"

Poppy tried to hide her laughter behind her hands.  

Sebastian's blush was so strong it practically hid all the freckles on his face.  Arms flapping around, he pushed away her hand from his forehead.  "Never mind me.  It's a miracle you didn't get sick wearing that silly thing.  If you really needed an extra scarf you should have come straight to me."

He started undoing his own warm green and silver scarf.  And with the most nonchalance and charm he could muster, he gently wrapped it around his Hufflepuff's neck.  Green and silver framed her rising blush so nicely.  Something deep in his stomach purred possessively in approval.

"There.  All better.  Those colors match you better anyway.  Red and yellow look awful on you."  He flushed.  "Not that you ever look awful.  You look fantastic.  One of-No, the best looking person at Hogwarts."  His ears burned as Poppy practically howled in laughter unable to hold herself back any longer.  "Um, best looking friend at Hogwarts.  Much better than that old Ominis anyhow."

His Hufflepuff blushed, trying to hide her smile behind her newly acquired gift.  The butterflies in her stomach were practically doing flips.  "Thank you, Sebastian.  Y-you're not so bad yourself, for a Slytherin."

He nodded stiffly.  "Well, if you ever need any more just ask me.  Slytherin is a good look on you."  He wasn't sure what to do now that his mission was complete.  "Um, don't ask Ominis though.  He…um…he hates it when people borrow his clothes.  Gets all particular about his things.  Just come to me whenever you need anything."

Her eyes swam in amusement, and she brought Sebastian's scarf closer to her face, inhaling the rich dark scent left behind.  A rich oak wood, some warm-scented cologne, and a slight musk that was undeniably Sebastian.  Her eyes never left his gaze as she gauged his reaction.  "Oh, how lucky, that I am friends with the most charitable Slytherin I know.  It's nice to know that my friends are so concerned about me."

Sebastian's knees felt weak.  He mustered up the energy to croak out, "Well, it's not all charity.  It's nice having friends in my debt."

She got closer to him, in the mood for something a bit more daring.  "Well, I would hate to always be in your debt.  There must be some way to repay you."

His mouth gaped open.  For once, the manipulative, charming Slytherin was at a lost for words.

"How about I treat my favorite Slytherin to some Butterbeer?  My treat?  I have to start paying back some of that debt somehow."

Sebastian's mouth was dry.  "If I have nothing better to do, I suppose I'll join you.  It's not like I'm doing anything."  (Ominis wouldn't mind getting ditched.)

"It's a date then."  Sebastian choked at her words.  "7'oclock.  Three Broomsticks.  I'll see you then."

Sebastian nodded stiffly and promptly marched himself to the Slytherin table, a bit bewildered as to what just occurred.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Poppy's laughter finally subsided, as she finally got a moment's rest to wipe the tears away from her eyes.  "Blimey, I can't believe that worked.  I knew borrowing Natty's scarf was a brilliant move."

The other girl smiled, gently packing away the old scarf borrowed from Natty back into her bags, right on top of her very own and very dry Yellow and black scarf that was secretly tucked away.  "What can I say Poppy?  Sometimes to catch a Slytherin you got to think like a Slytherin."

Part 2

AO3: fierymiasma

[fawnnpaws]

femming art what have u done to me...... completely demasculating him and then using his cock to make yourself cum I'm gonna go bonkers - his eyeshadow and mascara bleeding down his cheeks as you bounce in his lap hhhhhggughhgg

POPPY YEEWW GET ME

essentially making him a pretty doll for you to fuck aauurrr you do his makeup so pretty, pink blush and sparkly eyeshadow with lipstick to match, non-waterproof mascara that you bought specifically because you know it’ll run the second he gets teary eyed….. he’s such a crybaby you know it’ll be all over his pretty face almost as soon as it’s been put on. he wants to be good so bad, he lets you tie a pink ribbon bow around his neck and doesn’t complain when you take off the cute pink panties you’ve had on all day and tell him to put them on. how can he when he feels how damp they are with your slick, when he has proof of your arousal against his skin? his pretty cock drools all over them, his pre mixing with the essence of you until there’s a dark wet spot marring the baby pink fabric. his whole body flushes when you sit him down in front of your full length mirror with his back to your chest. you let your hands roam over his bare chest and stomach, the only thing covering him are your little panties, stretched taught against his straining dick. he tries not to look at himself but one of your hands grips his jaw and keeps his eyes forward.

“don’t be shy, baby, look how pretty you are.” you tell him, unashamedly groping his cock over the thin cotton with your other hand. “don’t you think i made you look pretty?”

he nods his head and his eyes nearly cross, but he keeps them focused for you. he has to be good. he needs you to tell him he’s good.

“say it for me, sweetheart. use your words like a big girl.”

“i- i’m pretty, you made me- made me look so pretty.” he’s getting lightheaded watching you touch him in the mirror. he squirms and tries to roll his hips into your hand. “fuck- fuckfuckfuck- can i have more? please? please! i’ll be so good- make you feel good!”

you lock eyes with him in the mirror and give him a smile that makes his stomach swoop. you shed the remainder of your clothes, then crawl around him and settle in his lap. he can feel the wetness from your bare pussy through his panties. “gonna make me feel good, huh? you gonna make me cum on this pretty angel dick?”

he looks up at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him and you swear you see him start drooling. you pull his panties to the side and let his dick spring free. it bobs for just a moment before you’re lining yourself up and sinking down on it. poor art’s eyes roll back into his head so hard he thinks he might have blacked out for a moment. you waste no time chasing your own pleasure as you start bouncing yourself on him, the sound of your hips against his and his balls against your ass filling the room with a lewd plap plap plap plap. his breathing is uneven beneath you, a stream of little whimpers and choked out sobs are being ripped from his throat and tears are streaking down his face. his mascara runs in thick black lines down his pink cheeks and he’s leaning up to try to kiss you. you duck your head and bite his earlobe before you speak. “can’t kiss you, baby, we’ll ruin your pretty lipstick.”

he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and whines. he looks a mess. once pretty eyeshadow is now smeared and blends in with the ring of black melted mascara around his eyes, his cheeks are stained with remnants of highlighter darkened by thick black tear tracks and tears that are still falling.

“‘s already ruined! please please- kiss me, need you, ‘m ruined- you ruined me- please mommy-” his tears keep falling and his makeup keeps smearing, so you give him what he wants. you tongue his throat and he takes it eagerly, planting his feet on the floor to piston his hips up into you. even in his fucked out state, one of his hands finds your clit and it’s not long before he feels your pussy choking his dick as you crash over the edge.

“oh fuck yesyesyes— cum for mommy, babygirl, c’mon- give it to me, give it all to me,” you moan into his mouth and he follows your command, pumping you full of hot cum and clawing at your body to get you as close as possible. you stay intertwined and panting as you come down together. when his dick has softened you slide off of him, but stay hovering above his lap. you move the panties back over his dick and swipe two fingers inside of yourself to gather some of his cum, then sit back down on his lap to let the rest drip out and soak his panties even more. you grin and run your cum covered fingers over his lips. “there, new coat of lipstick for you, baby.”

his eyes flutter shut and he lets his body fall backwards, flat on the ground, as his dick kicks back to life and he says, “you’re fucking evil.”

he loves it though <33

[brights-place]

I KNOW THIS IS SCANDALOUS BUT HEAR ME OUT, cheating branch. It would never happen in the troll verse but I love juicy fanfics when the character knows it wrong but it’s too good not to keep going back to the reader! Maybe it could start off as an accident but then he realizes that can’t stop seeing the reader? AHH THIS WOULD BE SO JUICYY

Cheating Branch

Pairings: Branch X F! Reader Warnings: Smut, Cheating!, Oral, BJ, Cunnlingues A/N: I haven't written in awhile so sorry but my C.A.Ts for school are so fucking annoying but also I haven't written smut in awhile ahhhh!! and its so short too Im so sorry :< Also I don't condone cheating so if you a cheater I will actually snap your kneecaps with no love because Cheating is bad >:C - Branch is a dedicated man to poppy he loves her so much - He took a vow to stay with poppy he swore to himself that he’d never kiss anyone but poppy due to being revolted by the idea of having to share his mouth with another person that wasn't her but holy shit - but why couldn't he stop when he had that one night stand with a f/c troll at one pop troll party? - Why would he always think of your flushed walls wrapping around his cock milking him “Oh fuck—”

- He muttered enjoying how you’re cumming around his thick cock with your moan getting muffled into the pillows as your little talons on your hands digged into the bedsheets - Branch hooking your legs over his shoulder enjoying how your eyes grow wide when you feel the head of his cock slide over your drooling pussy that has both of your heads going  dizzy about how addictive it felt - But his favorite part was when he got to eat you out - Branch can't help but be addicted when his tongue reaches every crevice of your folds running up and down the sensitive organ until he hears your whines with shaking f/c hands in his hair - He loves your puffy folds plush lips wrapped gently around the bundle of nerves as he suckled on it his tongue rapidly flicking as it’s cradled in his mouth - His eyes half-lidden as it would stay glued to yours the whole entire time watching as you whined oh how he loved the faces you make you were loud and whiny and he loved it - He can't help but be addicted to it... he knew it was so bad but why did it felt so right to him? - But he thought he was the only one... but poppy had the f/c troll too maybe once or twice too not like branch would know thoughhhhh nehehehhe

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[artdcnaldson]

re: the thing i sent poppy about mean coach patrick

y'know i did initially consider the implications of art making out with prodigy's pussy through her panties. but i don't think he'd be able to do it properly, he'd get too needy and wouldn't be able to keep teasing. i feel like he doesnt get off on it as much as patrick does, patrick moreso gets off on how depraved and filthy it is. whereas art would lean more towards torturing her clit sans panties. y'know? that being said i would kill to have dilf art kissing my little cunt through my panties :(( i have so many thoughts about him, like independant of prodigy au, just older dilf-y art. i NEED him its so serious

ah and mean stanford art would be the same as patrick methinks. like the first time he gives into pats sister and eats her pussy, he does it over her panties so its not like he's really doing it. but he can taste her through the thin cotton, feel every crevice of her cunt. the material is so soaked through he's basically just kissing her pussy. but technically he's not...

so many mixed thoughts here, but i needed to vent some thoughts on this. theyve been bouncing around my head since i read poppys beautiful thoughts lol

-🐞

OHHHHH <3

I’m always thinking abt my sweet sweet beloved angel perfect lovely Patrick’s sister au <3

God, he always wants to taste you— you get so wet for him, he just wants to lick it all up, let your pussy drool onto his tongue as he buries his face between your thighs. And he’s so mean for not doing it properly, which is more a punishment for himself than it is for you. But god, you just look so pretty in your cute little panties— soft cotton with the days of the week printed on the front (Wednesday, with a little flower beneath it), just soaking them with his spit as he laves over your cunt with his tongue.

And you’re just squirming, relishing in the warmth of his spit saturating the fabric, the pressure of his tongue tracing the seam of your pussy. Sometimes he just takes the fabric into his mouth and sucks on it, tastes you through it, moans against your cunt before he starts licking at you again. He has the world’s worst oral fixation— just wants to keep licking and licking at you like you’re a fucking jawbreaker candy. He makes you cum, but just holds your thighs down and keeps going, he just wants you beneath him, helpless under his tongue.

He’d never admit how obsessed he is with your pussy. He’ll say it’s just because you’re there, that you’re easy, that you practically fucking beg for it (all of which is true), but you know it’s you he wants, that he craves you so much he has to fucking restrain himself from just claiming you altogether, from making you his girl, his sweet, pliant little girlfriend. He wants it, you know he fucking wants it so bad. You’d just have to find a way to deal with Patrick, that’s all.

[absolutefilthimsosorry]

Spoilers for DnP Incohearent!!!!

I’m having so much fun trying to solve these that I made a list to keep track! Message if you can help me fill in any I’m missing or if I’ve got any wrong!!!

Also lmk if you see any I’ve missed!! I’m going to keep updating this and have it unrebloggable but you can reblog this post to have a link to it!

These are all gathered from this post and this post so check the notes on those first to try to solve them then look here if you need answers!

Sow march cheer ray = so much cherry

Wee nay urn for uke oye yer tub = we’ve never fucked on youtube?

Ta fold in fig = the golden pig

Feed hay hid eho = vday video

Tat he won ape hit morse him he = daddy want a bit more simmy

Watt ken ice hay = what can I say

North key bus teabag king = naughty busty baking

Fool tie enter nit hobo / fall tie mint her nepo moe / fault aye mint earn are ohm owe/ foul thyme inch hermit hole mold = full time internet homo

Cumin mile aid deed or = come in my ladydoor

Hum hay zinc tan = amazingdan

Elven ower fug sedge own = eleven hour fuck session

An berry moth ribeye adam stir = and every month we buy a hamster

March rest array = Manchester eye

Cyst herding yell = sister daniel

Add a ding teps = editing tips

Cop dubai khaki luna = topped by kakuna

Late eat tore = ladydoor

Half tugger etch two eggs cyst = have the courage to exist

Perish she end wink = Parisian twink

Coal ten big/ goal then pick = golden pig

Cyst ordain yell = sister daniel

Train youth inks = try new things

Gay mean moss/ gain ink mass = gamingmas

Soften need = soft and neat

A wools lied = owl slide

Topper bought them hill = top or bottom Phil

Coat fit firenze = golf with friends???

Few ours pig meow fits = viewers pick my outfits

Read less tar = red lester

Eye eight soup igloo = I ate super glue

Insight youth era too walls = inside you there are two wolves

Mine amy stan = my name is Dan

Clap hella = glabella

Hiss teeth rent = hits different

Eel eyes apron kay kiss = Eliza pancakes

See pram haze ink bra jet = super amazing project

Feels lie yawn = phils lion

Fuel ease snot dawn fair = Phil is not on fire

Jaw shush ear son = josh hutcherson

Ball bull him tour food = bauble in your foot?

Sure eck = shrek

High ate dust = hiatus

Add a dink deps = editing tips

Ga hay shoom air age = gay shoe marriage

Pope eat plate aim = poppy playtime

Eat aches stu = it takes two

Goo gal few ed = google feud

Baze ick lee eye meg ay = basically I’m gay

Ko min yout ti ew = coming out to you

Ender knit subvert grew oop = internet support group

Phylis turn yar a sheen yes = PHIL LESTER YOU’RE A GENIUS

With Audi intern yet wean ed brr wood halve mat = without the internet we never would have met

Gum ban yins drool I’ve = companions through life

Reed sons wide answer flail = reasons why dans a fail

Ewan dam ah some are reed = you and Dan are so married

Denver sis fill/ Denver cis full = Dan vs Phil

Or lawn huffing = all or nothing

Dunk rye core raft = don’t cry craft

Mortal jester roam and thick/ Morph adjust row antic = more than just romantic

So wall how debris poll light = swallow to be polite???

Oar hinge art = orange heart

Foray virgo em = forever home

Chai reel loop/ share real oob = cherry lube

Cad boyd anne = cat boy dan

Far turf ill lip = father philip

Tess lit hen ink = the slittening

Forth house indie rolled or touches = four thousand year old tortoises

Hey moth swish roundup floating = a month without uploading

Jam march let pet tea an farms = Je mange les petit enfants

Day lion howl tour = Dalien Howlter

Ima let all kit = I’m a little kit

Feel pearl lays shell ter = Phil plays shelter

Fewer blue key app ending = viewer spooky happenings

Hell low iam tour reel = hello I am Toriel

Laugh tuh gey mile kuh = left to get milk

Villas eek wreck why vuh = Phil’s secret wife

Footy strain gin said dent = ___ strange incident????

Snow core play sum = snokoplasm

Nope puts cereal sleeping mage innit = no but seriously imagine it

Tear rip pulling flu hence = terrible influence

Jeff why eye aisle hike vague liner = fyi I like vagina

Eggs intense all cry cis = existential crisis

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[kittyball23]

Could you make a fanfiction of how Spruce's brothers would have reacted when they learned that his married and has 13 children, and that they were uncles, please? Also how would his brothers react when they meet his wife and kids, for the first time? How would they feel that they were uncles and have a sister-in-law they never met, were they happy for their brother, Spruce?

I sure can, here it is :D (I incorporated some parts from my previous oneshots "Meeting Spruce" and "Nieces and Nephews")

Meeting Bruce (a Trolls fanfic)

“Maybe we’re in the wrong place?” John Dory suggested. He was awkwardly trying to make his way across the sandy dunes on the beach, but kept sinking with each step he took.

“He’s gotta be here,” Branch insisted. “Where else would you find Spruce?” He remembered how much Spruce talked of wanting to move to an island one day back when they were kids. And this place - Vacay Island, where “everyday is a vacay” -  fit the bill perfectly. But, he could see where JD was coming from. So far, there didn’t seem to be any Troll inhabitants. It was just very large, somewhat strange-looking creatures that they had never seen before, tall and puppet-like in their appearance.

Poppy in the meantime trotted along behind them, happily sipping on a concoction that was given to her by one of the islanders. This place was hip, even if Spruce may not be here.

But he has to be… doesn’t he?

Without thinking, she cast her eyes over to the beach where crashing waves resounded. It was stunning the way that the setting sun reflected off the water. But it was also something else that caught her eye in that instant. Her jaw fell open a little and her eyes widened, and Poppy had to stop right in her tracks.

“Um… guys?” she asked Branch and John Dory, who also paused and were looking in the direction she was. They too were surprised at what they saw.

Gliding easily through the waves upon a surfboard was a purple-haired Troll, his locks flowing in the wind as he rode like a pro, silhouetted stunningly against the sunset’s light.

Poppy did all she could not to drool. She distracted herself pulling out one of the old BroZone magazines that she’d stashed in her hair. It was of an advertisement to enter a contest to date Spruce. She held it up, and compared it to the Troll on the surfboard. She got the same tingly feeling from the picture as she did from the Troll, and gave a breathless little laugh.

“Oh yeah, I totally see it,” Poppy nodded.

Branch and John Dory hurried over to meet him as he washed ashore gracefully, shaking himself off of any excess water droplets that clung onto his blue skin.

“Yo, Spruce! Is that you?” JD said.

The purple-haired Troll blinked in surprise and gave his head a little shake. “Brandi was right,” he mumbled to himself, “I really am taking too many shots at a time.” Now he was imagining that his brother was in front of him!

But it wasn’t a dream.

“No, dude, it’s me, John Dory! Come on, you remember me, don’tcha?”

Spruce blinked at him, an unreadable expression on his face. But then he broke out into a grin. “Of course I remember you!” he shouted and then threw his arms out at him for a hug. JD hugged back, both of them exclaiming and laughing together as though they were still the two teenage boys they’d been back then.

“My gosh, bro, it’s great to see you again!” Spruce said.

“It’s great to see you, too!” John Dory said. “You don’t know how much I’ve gotta tell you, Spruce, I - “

“Ah, ah, wait a sec,” Spruce interrupted him. “Please, don’t call me that.” He put a hand over his heart and properly introduced himself. “My name is Bruce.”

“Aw, man!” Tiny Diamond angrily kicked the sand. “You’re telling me we traveled all this way and we got the wrong dude?” What a waste of time!

“No, Tiny, this is the right guy,” Branch said, walking up to his brothers.

Spruce - or Bruce, as he wanted to be called - paused. “Baby Branch?” he gasped, astonished. “Look at you! You’re all grown up!”

“Yeah, I know,” Branch said, crossing his arms.

“I can’t believe this!” Bruce exclaimed. “Who else is here?” He peeked around them, wondering if he would maybe see Clay or Floyd, but intrigued when he found a pink Troll instead. “Who’s this?” he asked.

Poppy noticed he was talking about her and she blushed, shyly coming up to him. “Hi, Spruce! Er, oh I mean, um, Bruce. I um, I…” She squealed and hugged him, unable to contain herself. “My name’s Poppy. I’m Branch’s girlfriend, and I’m SO excited to meet you!” She let go of him and hopped up and down on the sand.

“Baby bro’s got a girl? Cool! Well, it’s nice to meet you, too,” Bruce said politely.

Poppy held back another squeal and gestured her arms out. “This is such a beautiful place to live!”

Bruce nodded. “It sure is,” he agreed. “Sunset 24/7, awesome beverage service…” He pulled out a couple of readily made drinks out of his hair, offering one to Poppy and another to his brothers. John Dory took it, happily sipping the pineapple-flavored concoction, but Branch declined.

“... Oh, yeah,” Bruce added, “and not to mention the kids absolutely love the beach.”

Branch cocked his head curiously. “Kids?”

“Oh, uh-huh,” Bruce said. “Got me a whole brood, as a matter of fact.”

“Aww!” Poppy cooed. “How many?”

“Thirteen little angels!”

“SPPPFFFTTT!” John Dory spat out his drink and coughed. “Th-thirteen?” he managed to ask.

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

Tiny Diamond shook his head. “Yo, that man got to work!��� he mumbled at Branch, who was also looking rather surprised.

“Wow!” Poppy exclaimed. “I didn’t know there were other Trolls on this island.”

Bruce chuckled at that. “Who said anything about Trolls?” he asked.

“Whaa?” Branch was confused by what he meant, but followed his brother as Bruce waved the group over to follow him. They entered the large sandcastle that was in the middle of the island, and found a cantina within. A lazy river snaked its way throughout the lounge, and a seashell stage was at one the far end. There were several creatures lined up at the bar area, awaiting their orders. Bruce greeted everyone and strolled right up to the creature behind the counter.

“Hey, baby!” he greeted a yellow-and-orange striped creature.

She batted her lashes at him. “Brucie!” she cooed, leaning down so that she and Bruce could share a kiss.

“You’re not gonna believe who I ran into…” He extended his hand out to the Trolls, and she gained a look of shock.

“Oh!”

Bruce addressed his brothers, Tiny, and Poppy. “Guys, I want you to meet the lovely lady of my life, Brandi!” He then turned to his wife. “Brandi, meet my brothers and their friends.”

The Trolls and wife exchanged polite hellos, though both sides were quite stunned at the revelations - the Trolls at the realization that Spruce had actually hooked up with one of the puppet-like creatures on the island (not that there was anything wrong with it, of course - they were delighted that Spruce had a great big loving family!), and Brandi at the prospect of seeing other Trolls - two of which were her husband’s brothers.

“Bruce, why didn’t you tell me you have brothers?” Brandi asked suspiciously.

Bruce got a sheepish look. “I uh, I sort of told you I did,” he said, shuffling a foot on the ground.

“You said you had friends when you lived back in the Troll Village, you said nothing about brothers.”

“Wait, wait… Mommy, did Daddy just say he has brothers?!”

The new voice that piped up was kiddy in its nature, and the Trolls all regarded the newcomer with curiosity. Having been reaching into the shelf behind Brandi to grab a fresh box of cookies, this creature was also very puppet-like in appearance, though unlike the other islanders she was smaller and had Troll-like ears protruding from the side of her head. A tall stack of hair stood upon her head, styled with bangs that looked very similar to Spruce’s. That’s when the realization hit the Trolls, even before Brandi’s next words came out of her mouth.

“Yes, Brenda, that’s exactly what your father said.”

“Wow!” the child replied, the box of cookies forgotten and a new mission set on her mind. She turned to face where she came from, cupping her hands around her mouth and calling out. “Guys! Get over here quick! Daddy has brothers!”

In response, about a dozen similar-looking children frolicked into the space, all eager and wide-eyed and chatty.

Poppy giggled at how energetic the bunch was, while John Dory and Branch in particular were being poked and prodded by the kids’ felt-like hands. The brothers exchanged an astonished look. These were their nieces and nephews? One thing was for sure - becoming uncles to 13 kids sure didn’t happen everyday!

Bruce and Brandi watched with amusement as the kids had their rounds with each Troll.

Branch felt a tug at his leaf vest and heard a voice right behind him afterwards.

“Hey! Hey, Mister!”

“Uh… yeah?” he responded awkwardly.

“What’s your name?” the kid asked, blinking her wide blue eyes at him.

“Branch.”

“Branch?” she repeated, testing the word out on her tongue, and then looking back at him. “Huh. Does it mean anything?”

“It’s something you find in trees,” he said with a shrug.

The Trolling cocked her head at him. “Huh? Whaddya mean?”

“Well…” Branch began, “It’s, um, you know… that part of the tree that kinda sticks out and has leaves on it?”

“Ohhh,” the kid said, nodding her head. “You’re talking about a frond! Like those!” She pointed up to the very top of some nearby palm trees that decorated the interior of the cantina.

“Err, well, not exactly - “ Branch started to correct, but was cut off when the kid interrupted him with “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Frond!”

Branch, however,  was not the only one being questioned. Poppy in the meantime was occupied with a kid of her own.

“Is that guy your baby?” the kid asked, pointing at Tiny Diamond.

Poppy giggled. “No, he’s not.”

“Ohh… I guess that makes sense,” the kid concluded. “He doesn’t really look like you… or your husband!”

Poppy was taken aback by this. “My husband?” she asked.

“Uh-huh. That guy, right over there! He is your husband, right?” Poppy followed the direction his finger was pointing, and blushed heavily when she saw that it was at Branch.

“Oh! UH… n-no!” she squeaked, and then cleared her throat. “He’s, uh, just my boyfriend!”

The kid looked confused for a second, and then shrugged. “Huh. Could’ve fooled me. My Daddy looks at my Mommy the same way that guy looks at you. And usually it’s right before they kiss!” He scrunched his nose and made a face. “YUCK!”

“Heh heh, yeah… yuck…” Poppy tittered in agreement, but not thinking it would be so horrible if Branch’s lips ever made their way onto hers.

As Poppy did her best to recover from that child’s suggestions, Tiny Diamond was handling his own pair of kiddos.

“How old are you?” one of the two kids asked him.

“One month,” Tiny proudly declared, crossing his arms.

“Really?” the other kid said. “Wait, so doesn’t that mean you’re a baby?”

Tiny was appalled to hear this. “A baby? I’m not no baby, I’m a man!”

“Hmmm,” the first kid hummed in thought. “His voice is pretty deep. Maybe he’s right! But then, why are you so small?”

“And why are you naked?” the second kid piped up.

“I have clothes on,” Tiny insisted, holding up his yellow-tinted glasses at them. “See?”

“Cool!” the first kid said, swiping them from his hands and running off with the second kid giggling after him.

Tiny gasped. “HEY! Those are mine, come back!” he yelled, running after them.

Yet another kid was having his share of time with John Dory. This kid whispered at Bruce in confusion, loud enough for JD to hear.

“Daddy, who’s the funny-looking guy?” he asked.

JD huffed. He could take Tiny calling him a random dude, but this was pushing it! “Funny-looking? What exactly makes you say that?” he asked, crossing his arms.

The kid giggled. “Who wears a snowcoat in the summer?”

Oof, got me there, John Dory realized, suddenly all too aware of how warm his jacket was making him feel with the intense humidity that Vacay Island had.

“Junior,” Bruce said warningly to the child, “That’s not the way we talk.”

John Dory smiled in relief for the reprimanding, at least until Bruce said, “It’s ‘who’s the funny-looking Troll,’” to which that smile promptly disappeared.

Bruce smirked, and then said, “And your sister was right, he’s my brother. Your uncle.”

“Wow, really?” Junior said. “But Daddy, where’s he been all this time? And why is he here now?”

“Good question,” Bruce replied, realizing that he hadn’t exactly gotten an explanation for why he’d come. “John Dory, why are you guys here?” he asked.

John Dory seemed to remember exactly why he and Branch had come seeking him in this tropical getaway in the first place and grimaced a little. “Oof, yeah, about that. See, Bruce, something’s kinda happened to our brother, Floyd…”

[sleepingdeath-light]

barnaby smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; an ao3 user (21/06/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; sfw | nsfw

character(s) ; barnaby b beagle

outline ; “Hmm,,,Barnaby nsfw hcs,,,”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dom!barnaby, cum eating, rough sex

note ; playfellowxxx is the tag created by clown and the team for nsfw content — if that’s not something you want to see then please block this tag

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

he’s a mean dom — like he’s not outright malicious but he absolutely loves to edge and tease and deny

will edge you until you’re sobbing and pleading with him to let you cum — not letting up until you beg in the right way and then overstimulating you to hell and back

enjoys mixing pain with pleasure but he’s not completely sadistic and won’t do anything along the lines of cutting or facial smacking

this also means you have a strongly established safe word

happy to spank you if you mention it being something you enjoy — be that thighs, ass, etc. — but he won’t leave any marks that others can see because, let’s be honest, poor poppy would have a heart attack if she noticed a handprint (paw print?) on your face

he’s also a bit of a biter and will leave an array of marks on your stomach and chest/shoulders — as well as around your genitals when he goes down on you (so inner thighs, pelvis, etc.)

massive size kink and most of his verbal teasing revolves around how much smaller and weaker and more fragile than him you are

big fan of toys and loves experimenting with new things — equally happy to laugh and joke about when things go wrong (by design or by accident)

his teasing usually consists of an equal spread of praise and degradation — with the occasional appearance of humiliation if you’ve been especially desperate

though, of course, he won’t do anything like that if you’re completely uncomfortable or just aren’t in the mood for it

has a bit of a breeding kink — which mixes well with his fondness for feeling himself inside of you and filling you to the brim with his cum

(i’ll elaborate on the breeding kink thing in another post but it’s definitely more of an instinctual thing than a conscious kink)

does not care about getting messy and actually enjoys it so sweat, squirt, cum, drool and cry all you like — it’s only gonna get him off

would also probably be okay with cum eating and happy to go down on you orally after he’s finished if you struggle to climax without aid

pardon the pun but he probably really enjoys doggy style — as well as similar positions like the concubine

big into dumbification and will absolutely (lovingly) joke about how fucked out you got after the fact

just the memory of you panting and whining and drooling all needy for him is enough to get him hot and heavy

he is a jokester at heart and if you’re not up for a heavier/kinkier session then he’ll keep the mood light by making puns and generally doing what he can to make you laugh and smile

he also makes use of humour during aftercare to help broach serious subjects without making them feel as heavy as they are — even if it means making a complete fool of himself in the process

has made creampie jokes before and will make them again

[yangbbokari]

Sweet and Sweaty

NSFW read at ur own risk A.N: Wrote it for a friend so seriously, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

It’s been over one hundred year since the families had been at war. One hundred thirty years to be exact. Coco has always been told to hate the Pepsis. “They took everything from us!” His father would say. “Colas are always meant to hate Pepsis and that’s final!”

So how the hell in the world did Coco find himself tied in Poppy’s sex dungeon being pounded by an electric dildo. Poppy was the second eldest son of the Pepsis.

Coco whimpered and cried as he felt the dildo push him to yet another orgasm. Poppy came over to his side and attached small vibrators to his nipples. Coco couldn’t process anything through his brain anymore. The overstimulation had him seeing stars.

Poppy then went around to Coco’s rear-end and whipped him. A gag in Coco’s mouth, making him a slobbering mess. Poppy slowly took off the gag and turned off the electric dildo. He kissed Coco softly all over his body. Whispering to him.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, Coco? I wouldn’t have to kidnap you and fuck you in this way if you didn’t hate me and my family so much. But you love it don’t you?”

And he did. Coco loved this. The degradation and humiliation. He loved the way he couldn’t say no and just had to take whatever Poppy did to him.

“I’m going to put it in now. And you’re gonna take it all, just like the good slut you are.”

Coco ejaculated at that. God, what Poppy did to him. If this was how good Poppy fucked him, knowing he hated him. He would never tell Poppy how big of a crush he had on him.

“Such a whore on my cock.” Poppy continued upon seeing Coco cum at his words.

Poppy slowly inserted his cock into Coco’s ass. But his hard and fast thrust contradicted the way he slid in. Coco couldn’t help but scream, whimper, drool, and moan, all at the same time. Poppy loved how he sounded but had to keep his little toy quiet. After all, he did kidnap Coco. So he stuck a finger into his mouth. Then two, then three. Coco absolutely went feral for all he was receiving. He immediately sucked on Poppy’s fingers like his life depended on it.

Taking the small stick from the table, Poppy inserted it into Coco’s urethra. Coco could only scream from the pain.

“You can’t cum anymore until I say so and you’re gonna deal with it. Being such a little slut and thinking I wouldn’t notice. What do you think got you in this position.”

Coco couldn’t even think straight. His mind was a jumbled mess.

Knowing that he had Coco in this position, was such a turn on for Poppy. The more he thought about it, the harder he got. All the way until he shot his whole load right into Coco’s anus. But Poppy didn’t stop there. He kept pumping in and out of Coco’s tight ass.

Upon Poppy’s ejaculation, Coco could feel his high approaching again. But that stupid stick kept him from it. He tried to form the most words he possibly could.

“P-p-please…” Coco somehow panted out. “Please, what?” Poppy questioned.

Coco could only reply with, “please…” Poppy chuckled as he lifted Coco’s head to look at him. “C’mon. I know you can do it. You’ve been such a good slut for me. Use your words, bun. Go on..”

“Please let me cum..” Coco cried out. At this, Poppy chuckled and ripped the toy out, letting Coco’s cum spurt all over the place.

After the fact, Poppy peppered Coco in kisses. Thanking him for allowing him to release his cum in him. Coco then turned to Poppy and whispered.

“Did I ever tell you that I also loved you but I was too scared to approach you?”

Poppy seemed shocked at this before giggling and kissing Coco some more.

“Well you have now. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

And that was the start of there very long but secretive relationship. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A.N. Two fanfics in a row, ikr🤭

[queenofgraveyards]

When flower H doesn’t let poppy say hi to Liam I was drooling.. and when H is super jealous of her friendship with Niall.. so fking hot. Whenever he’s like “get off my gf” or when he gets upset over the nickname popcorn.. these moments occupy most of my brain. If you ever want to write another flowers bloom blurb I would not be upset♥️ love everything you write though so any update is a win

omg i forgot he used to do that 😵‍💫 flower h gets SO jealous over her friendship with niall like it’s crazy yes he knows they’re just friends and yes he knows poppy would literally never ever leave him but knowing that niall used to be into just drives him crazy even tho they’ve moved past it as friends and now poppy knows she just laughs about it but like …that’s my wife why do u need to be friends with her? and ugh he was jealous n possessive BEFORE they were even dating and that is just so fuckin tasty 🤤 and you’re right I should write for them I miss poppy

[muffindaddystyles]

okay but imagine waking up next to soft!dom harry in the middle of the night and snuggling closer to him because you had a nightmare or you just couldn’t get to sleep well and he just kisses you, whispers sweet nothings and holds your hand as he helps you back to sleep

SCAREDY KITTEN Y/N, CLINGY AND MELTING OVER HARRY ALWAYS GONNA BE MY FAVE

Wednesday’s are most tiring for Harry. Shit tons of paperwork, shipping and unloading and then being a visible leader at the workplace to make sure the gang runs efficiently.

Weary and knotty in his muscles Harry dragged himself all the way to the threshold of his house to his room, his comfort space for many reasons— it smells incredibly sweet of his lovie, it’s cosy and the blankets are always toasty with her warmth and the room temperatures's the perfect chilly against your skin, akin to whole house.

“Hi Mushy,” He greets her coarsely, ducking down and a bit to the left of her gaze when she busily mumbles a ‘hi!’ Back with her head stuffed into her books, crossed legs on the chunky silken duvet and blankets.

“No kisses, pretty?” He asks, patting her head gently and she looks up at him. Equally tuckered out and bushed, she’s been trying to solve this stupid stupid algebra and it seems like algebra solved her and kicked her in arse telling her to do this nonsense with someone other.

“Sorry.” She sighs, scurrying to her knees and lifts her bum to plant a soft kiss to his lips instead ends up smashing a sloppy peck to his chin making both of them giggle.

She really thought she was about to get a good sleep, after having a tummy full dinner, doing her night routine with Harry and cleaning the little mess around her room because it keeps on irking her the whole night of otherwise --- she really hoped.

Her hopes were crushed brutally with a bulldozer when Harry knocked out the moment his floppy head hit the pillows, his embrace's homey and his breath melting into her skin makes her wants to learn the pattern mentally and sleep to it— she did.

She almost lulled herself into a light slumber when their whole house shook, the windows squeaked and their bedhead banged against the wall ever loudly from the force of her jolt due to the peal of unexpected thunder.

Y/N hates thunderstorms. It hyperventilates her badly and she’s never able to sleep during them, she might ends up crying or trying to make a clever run god knows where. She’s a science student still her silly and scared brain convinces her that the lightening will fall on them and burn them to ashes.

For a moment it didn’t happen again, replaced with calming patter patter of rain and she was glad she hasn’t woken Harry up. Who’s snoring softly into his pillow, his arms lax around her body and his facial features placid and soft.

There’s an ominous roar again in the sky and this time it fucks her up properly. She whimpers like a puppy shrinking into Harry’s side, eyes bolted shut as she feels her heart pumping in her ears – thumping eerily against Harry’s chest and she gasps, her knees knocking against Harry’s lower abdomen when there’s furious amount of non-stop thundering. Quite funnily he only mutters something incoherent and tucks her further into him.

Y/N’s sleepy, loggy and her scary surroundings doesn’t makes any sense to her and she doesn’t want to wake up Harry.

She’s feeling awfully, small and little and skimpy.

Terrified her eyes blows away when she sees the light-flashing outside scarily bright, “Daddy!” She cries out, latching her elbows around Harry’s neck and her thighs around his waist -- practically haggling the dude into a bendy doll.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy. . .” She mumbles unremittingly into his throat, her tears soaking the crew neck of his shirt -- tummy jolting against him and it stirs Harry, trying to take in his wear-bouts— knuckling the blurriness away from his eyes, he looks down at his lovie in haziness worried something bad happened because last he remembers she was good and about to drool over him. His warm palm gliding up her back, the fabric of her pyjama top bunching in his hold.

It doesn’t took him long to realize why his lovie’s so rucked up, clinging onto him like she depends on him for dear life when another wave of thunder-clapped and she was shoving herself into him with a frightened sob.

“Hey, hey . . Poppy. Daddy’s here. Not g'na let anything happen t’ya, sweet girl.” He whispers, cupping her face with both of his hands and tilts it up gently to look into her scared eyes, he sandwiches her shaky hands in-between his thighs and brings her impossibly closer to him – stroking his thumb over her wobbling wet bottom lip.

“We're gonna die!” She stutters a whiny sniffle hating that this awful thundering wouldn’t stop. Her outburst quirks Harry’s lips into a small smile, his heart oozing with overloaded infatuation for his love who’s just too innocent and cute for her own sake.

He gives her an eskimo kiss, pecking the corner of her salty lips then kissing her mouth tenderly and lovingly, “Said the same thing last time baby.” He calms her down. Rubbing her back, halting at the dip of her hip to massage the soft spot gently.

“Shh, shh, ‘s okay . . . I know it scares my darling so much, hate tha’, wouldn’t want my little’s poor heart to suffer this much would I?” He says groggily, tone coy and affectionate. He brushes the frays falling over her eyes out of shakiness, behind her ear and smooches a kiss to the side of her temple.

A surreal quietness blanketed them, her timid voice breaking through it and Harry smiles foppishly and lazily down at her hands still covering her ears. He tuts caringly when she blinks and glistening moisture collects under her eyebags.

“Sorry, didn’t wanna wake you,” She skootches impossibly closer into him, nuzzling her face in his strong healthy rising chest and he shakes his head petting her hair, “Would’ve been bummed if you didn’t,” He hugs her securely, and she relaxes taking a nourishing breather. Something so protective, safe and warm his huggies makes her feel.

Harry himself is the definition of tenderness, for her.

“Good?” He inquires, pressing his lips to where her neck and shoulder meet—- rubbing his hands up and down her arms smiling assuringly when Y/N hums in meekness.

His head perks up, brows shooting up nonchalantly when Y/N groans again upon all of it starting again and he coos, tightening his hug more compassionately screwing his mind too think of any idea to distract her.

“Would my baby like to keep me inside her, keep daddy warm?” He cuddles her chuckling softly when she buries her face in his neck, fisting the waistband of his joggers out of shyness and quick to bob her head timidly as Harry showers her in tiny sloppy wet fond kisses.

“Hmm. My soft little one.” He murmurs, hooking her panties away and spitting in his palm to squeeze it around his girth and gives himself few pumps before lubricating her with his own precum and eases carefully inside, not to hurt her.

Their temples falls against eachother, whimpers mingling as Harry bottoms out inside her. Balls snug against her bum, his eyes glassy as he nudges her playfully, “Now if we get stoned to death . . atleast it’d be with me cock inside ye',” His belly does a loopy loop upon earning a shy giggle from her (he takes pride in making his lovie laugh) and she moans breathily when he squishes her bum cheek grumbling disgruntled.

“Not letting them see yer bum thou,” She hiccups a giggle, feeling ticklish from all the raspberries he’s blowing at her skin and lapping the sensitive spot then, teasing it dry.

“You’re s’nice to me, I love you.”

“I love you too, my little one.”

Harry’s forever and always gonna be her comfort person.

[wiypt-writes]

Rock N Roll People In A Disco World

Chapter 15: Silent Disco

Part 2: Ride It Out

Summary: Adjusting to being a family of four is proving to be a little harder than you or Disco anticipated

Warnings: Language, adult themes, smut (18+ NSFW)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 6k

Main Masterlist // Rock N Roll People Masterlist

CH 15 Part 1

It wasn't long until you joined everyone, fresh faced and no longer feeling weighed down for the time being. Jack was with his father, those big arms curled around his little body as he drooled all over his little fist and Paul's shoulder. Dot was chatting away with her son as she started in with getting the last of the veggies ready for the pot roast.

In the lounge you found Big Jim and Connor, playing on the floor with his fire truck and police car; a toy Jim had insisted he keep at theirs.

“Wow, two emergency cars.” You smiled and CJ looked up at you.

“Yup. Hey, Mommy?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Cans we go see the fire trucks, at the station? Likes we seed the po-weece cars wiv daddy and Unca Barnes?”

"Uh sure, I think we can do that. We'll see if Daddy can ask Captain Danvers for a tour." You took a seat on the floor next to him. You looked up at Jim, "thank you for taking care of Jack. I didn't want to nap that long but, Nanny seemed to think I needed it."

"It was nothing, a little cereal, a bottle and he was out. We napped on the couch together," he chuckled.

Then you looked down at Connor, "so, now that I'm awake," you smirked, "you wanna tell me about your day with Daddy?"

“We wents on the wheels and the roly-coster ands I had a hot dog… oh and daddy says I can has some fish like Grumpy’s for my birthday.”

"Did he now? Good idea! We can pick some out together, then. And what do you think about going to the aquarium? Maybe see if Grumpy and Nanny or Poppy and Grammy want to stay with Jack."

CJ nodded, “I fink so.”

"Good."

“Just me, yous and Daddy?”

"Yep, just us."

CJ beamed at you. “Cans we do some colors-ing later?”

"Yeah, after dinner and I feed Jack, sure." You saw a flicker of something on CJ’s face at the mention of his brother and you inwardly cursed yourself. "You and Grumpy keep playing, I'm going to help Nanny with dinner." You kissed the top of his head and stood, heading for the kitchen.

Paul turned as you walked in, and smiled softly at you. “You okay?”

You nodded and reached your hands out for Jack, "c'mere baby."

Paul passed Jack over and as he did so, your baby gave you a grin and you spotted a little tooth cutting through his gum at the bottom.

“Oh, is that what’s caused all these tears, little guy, huh?”

He babbled softly and you and you rubbed your fingerpad over his gum.

"Almost there, bubs." You kissed his little neck and blew raspberries into him and he laughed loudly. After a few more, you grinned up at Dot, "Thank you for the nap, was he any trouble?"

“None at all, few little grouchy moments but his teething ring and orajel fixed him right up.”

"Good, how can I help with dinner?" You offered.

“You can’t.” Paul snorted, “you can’t cook.”

"Listen here you, don't be rude. I've been getting us by just fine the last few years." You scowled.

Paul chuckled and dodged the blow Dottie aimed at the back of his head, “now now, Ma, don’t be making me arrest you for assault.”

“Oh, listen here, Mr Hot Shot Detective!” Dottie scoffed. “You really think you’re something now you’ve been promoted.”

“Don’t think it, I knows it.”

With the laughing commotion, Woody gave a bark of annoyance and trotted into the lounge, CJ running past him as he came into the kitchen.

"Mommy... Mommy... Grumpy says I can stay heres tonight!"

“Oh, erm, I was kinda hoping you’d come home and we could watch a movie or do some coloring like you wanted.”

"Can't we colors here before dessert? Nanny said she haves cookies!"

“Connor,” Paul looked at him, “you stayed here last weekend, bud. And me and mommy are both off work tomorrow for a few days so we wanna have some family time.”

"But Grumpy says I could.” He pouted.

“Let’s not argue now, okay?” You cut across them both, “let’s have dinner first and see after.”

"Pwease, Mommy?"

“Connor,” you sighed, “I just said, we can think about it over dinner.”

"Yous mean," he stomped and stormed off back to the lounge.

“Connor James Diskant!” Paul’s voice was loud as he walked after his son, “don’t you dare!”

"Paul, just let him go," you hollered after him while Dotty placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Big Jim came in quickly, "oh y/n, I didn't mean to cause trouble."

“You didn’t, he’s just acting out.” You assured Jim. "It's been a recurring theme the last couple weeks."

Big Jim sighed, his hands going to his hips, "we've been there."

"So I heard," you smirked. "Paul will handle it."

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“I’m talking to you, stop right there!” Paul demanded and Connor stopped dead, turned to face him, his arms crossed over his little chest. "You cannot, you will not talk to your mother like that. She deserves every ounce of respect as does any other woman that's in your life." Paul crouched down so he was on Connor's level. "What you said was not nice at all."

Connor blinked, the tears in his eyes as he frustratedly began to cry, “but I wants to stays here!”

"Why?"

“Coz Jack wonts be here!”

"What? This again?"

“I no wike him!”

"You're gonna go in the lounge and sit on the couch for three minutes, young sir," Paul took his hand and pulled Connor gently but firmly in tone with him to the lounge.

“I no wants to!”

“I don’t care what you want.”

"I don't wike you e-ver. Let's me goes."

“Sit down on that couch right now, or Imma take you home before dinner.” Paul knew this was an empty threat, he couldn't really leave without filling his son's belly or feeding his family with his parents but he bluffed as CJ glared up at him.

"No."

"I mean it. One more chance, you can get up there on your own or I can help you, chose a side, Connor."

Connor sniffed as the angry tears poured down his face and he clambered up on the couch. “Go away.” He shot at Paul as he turned away.

"Do not move. Three minutes."

CJ began to sob as Paul stood, his jaw ticking as he headed back into the kitchen.

“Give.Me.Strength.” He groaned, shaking his head.

"Everything okay?" Big Jim asked.

“Not really, little shit.”

"Paul!" You scolded.

“Sorry, he’s just…” Paul sighed, “I’m not having him speak to you like that.”

You sighed, "thank you. I just think we're in a bad phase. What did he say?"

“Same thing he said this morning. He wants to stay here because Jack won’t be,” Disco shrugged, “then he told me he doesn’t like me and to go away.”

You felt your nose pick and your eyes burn. "Let's set the table and eat, huh? By the time his time out is done we'll be ready to sit down, I think." You looked to Dot who nodded.

"I'll get us a couple.of beers," Jim offered and headed for the garage.

The table set, Dottie placed the dishes in the middle and Paul headed back to go and get Connor from the lounge.

"Time’s done, pal. Let's go wash to eat." He instructed, his voice gentle.

Connor sat up, from where he had been led, face pressed into Woody’s fur.

“Otay.” He mumbled and jumped down.

Paul observed the chore and washed his own hands before heading back to the dining room with Connor in front of him. You were settling Jack in the high chair and feeding him some cereal.

Paul helped Connor onto one of the chairs and settled him onto the booster, pushing the chair towards the table so he could reach.

“They okay?”

"Yes." He said quietly, clearly still pouting while no longer screaming and crying.

“Connor, do you want a bit of everything?” Dottie asked.

"Yes, pweese."

Dottie made him a plate up as Disco got yours ready.

“Mmmm, honey, this looks great.” Jim smiled.

"Thank you, I know CJ loves it, that's why I made it."

CJ grinned at his Nanny, as he began to tuck in. “It’s my bestest.”

You softly thanked Paul for your plate and he quickly filled his as you gave Jack another bite of his cereal then took your own first bite of your meal. "Delicious as always, Dot, thank you."

“You’re welcome,” Dot smiled.

The meal was fairly quiet, bar small conversation and squeals from Jack before you helped clear and offered to wash as Dot packed up some left overs for you.

"No, Jim's got it, honey," she nodded. "You guys go handle my boys and we'll see you in a couple days."

You could hear Connor crying again as Paul picked up his toys after getting Jack in his carrier. "Are you sure?"

“Absolutely,” Dot smiled at you. “And be kind to yourself, honey. Don’t think on what CJ said too much. If I had a dollar for every time Paul or Junior said they didn’t like me or I was mean I’d be a millionaire.”

"Oh I know, it just hits at a bad time today. I'll be alright." You sighed. "He's also not napped today, clearly having had too much fun and is exhausted."

“Just like his grandpa.”

You smirked as Big Jim walked back in. "Bye, Jim," you hugged him and hugged Dot. "See you guys in a couple of days."

"You ready, Sugar?" Paul poked his head in while a crying and squirming Connor wriggled in his arms.

"Yep, I'll get Jack," you offered, "C'mon, Woody."

“I don’ts wants to go!” Connor hiccuped.

"Sorry pal, you've lost that chance." Paul said flatly. "Night, Mom; night, Dad."

"Call us when you sort your plans for the week." Big Jim waved.

“Will do.”

Connor cried the whole way home, which caused Jack to cry and by the time the four of you pulled into the drive, your nerves were shot.

Paul took Connor to his room while you brought Jack to the nursery and pulled a change of clothes and a fresh diaper out, before carting him to your room for a little wipe down and change.

Paul popped his head through the door to yours. “I told him to have a very good think about his behaviour today.”

"Okay," you nodded, laying Jack down on the bed, the things you needed around him for easy reach. You popped his pacifier in his mouth and un zipped his clothes. "Can you bring the food in from the truck and feed Woody?"

“On it,” Paul crossed the room to drop a kiss to your cheek.

In time, you were settled in your bed, back resting against the headboard and pillows, Jack suckling strongly at your beast as he was filling his belly for bed time.

Paul called up to say he was going to start sorting through some of the laundry and that if you needed him to yell.

You smiled softly at his gesture. He was keeping himself busy, a trait he'd acquired when flustered or his mind was busy. Mindless chores and tasks kept his brain noise down and helped him to sort through the muddle. You sighed and looked down at your baby boy while your heart ached for the boy in his room.

When Jack had his fill, his eyes closed as your nipple fell from his lax lips, out for the night. Unless his teeth hurt. You laid him in his crib in the nursery and headed for Connor's room.

Cracking open his door, you found your little boy hugging his new bear and his blanket. "C'mere, baby."

Connor sniffed and shuffled off his bed, padding towards you.

You picked him up and sat down on his bed, "You ready to take a deep breath and talk to Mommy?" He nodded. "It was a busy day, huh, baby? Big day, no nap, big emotions."

“I sowee.” He sobbed into your neck.

"Oh, Ceej, I know." You choked up, rubbing his back. "It was a mistake."

“I sads, Mommy.”

"Tell me why, Bubba?"

“Coz, Jack he cries all the times, and he cants pway wifs me and you has to holds him!” CJ hiccuped as he cried, “Daddy says lots you otay soogar.”

"Oh my sweet baby," you cried.

“And Daddy is mads too coz I was means and ye-owd at yous.”

"You made a mistake, Ceej, that happens," you sniffed and hugged him close. Your hand cupped his head against your neck. "I love you, my baby, I do and so does daddy. You have no idea how much."

“I loves you, Mommy.” He cried, his little hands grabbing fist fulls of your top.

You hugged him close and rocked him. You didn't know what to say, your instincts just telling you he needed his mama. Eventually, his sobbing died down and you felt him pull back a little. His little face was streaked with tears, his nose snotty. You wiped at it all with your thumbs, the joys of being a mom, and gently kissed his head.

“You okay?” He nodded. "Good. Now, you want to go kiss Jack goodnight on your way to brush your teeth? Then you can go down to see Daddy and say goodnight before bed."

"Does Daddy hates me coz I was bad?”

You opened your mouth to assure him that was, most certainly, not the case, but you stopped. You’d let Paul handle that, as it would mean a lot more if CJ heard it directly from his daddy.

“I tell you what, why don’t you ask him for yourself when you go down?”

He sniffed, "okay."

"Get your jammies and let's go see your brother, okay?"

CJ nodded and headed to his drawers. You helped him open them and he selected a pair with the Captain America shield on the front, his latest obsession. Once he was changed, you supervised him cleaning his teeth and then walked with him into the nursery where Jack was sleeping.

You picked him up and allowed him to tilt inside where he kissed his forehead. "I lobes you Jack Jack. I sowwy I was means."

“He can’t say it yet, Ceej, but he loves you too. You’re such a good big brother,” you swung CJ back up again and kissed his cheek, “now, go find daddy.”

"Okay."

“Hold the railing,” you instructed gently as he made his way downstairs.

Connor made his way down and found his daddy in the lounge. Paul was reading, the television off.

"Daddy?"

Paul looked up, and gave CJ a gentle smile as he marked his page and tossed the book down. “Yeah, bud?”

"I'm sowwy I was bad, does yous hate me?"

Paul felt his heart break and he sighed, “Oh Ceej, come here, Bubs.”

CJ headed towards him and Paul picked him up, settling him on his lap.

“I could never hate you. I was upset and angry because you weren't being good to mama and you were saying some things about Jack that made me sad, but I could never ever hate you Connor. I love you, you’re my boy.”

Again, his tired little eyes leaked tears as his chubby hands wiped them away.

“Hey,” Paul cupped his face and swiped the tears with his large thumbs, “it was just a bad day. And it’s okay for you to feel mad and angry but it’s not okay for you to say the things you did. If you get mad or upset, you need to tell me or mommy. Okay?”

Connor sniffled. "Okay, Daddy, I pwomise. I says sowwy to Mommy and Jack Jack a-ready."

“Good boy,” Paul kissed his head, “I’m proud of you for doing that.” Then he sighed, "You have no idea how much we love you. How special you are."

A little hiccup escaped his chest, "Speshul?"

"Mmhmm," Paul nodded with a hum.

"Like Woody's favourite toy speshul? The one that I can’t touch cuase he might get mad?"

"More." Paul chuckled and kissed the top of his head.

"Wow," Connor sat wide eyed and he paused for a moment. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, buddy.”

"Can you read my bedtime story? The one wif the pirates?"

Paul smiled, "I got a better idea, let's say goodnight to Mommy and I'll tell you a story about your Uncle Junior."

At that, CJ frowned, “who’s dat?”

"He was my big brother," Paul stood, lifting Connor to his hip like he weighed nothing. "But, let's go say goodnight and when you're all tucked in, I'll start the story."

“You has a big brodder?” CJ pressed as Paul climbed the stairs with him in his arms.

"I did."

“Whys I no seed him?”

"Well, uh, he's not here anymore. He died. A long time ago."

“Oh,” CJ paused for a moment as they reached the top, “how does he die?”

Paul thought for a moment, "Uh, he just was really sick, for a long time." He set CJ down as they came into your room, thankful for you being the quick distraction he needed so he didn't need to explain more. It would be a story for another time.

You looked over from where you were sat on the bed, the tv. “Hi.” You smiled as CJ climbed up onto the bed.

“I goes bed now, daddy’s gone tell me a story about his brodder, Uncle Joo-knee-Orr.”

"Is he now?" You smiled over at Paul. "I bet it's a good one." You opened your arms for a hug, "Night hug bug, I love you, so much."

“Loves you, Mommy.”

"Come on, Ceej, let's get tucked in." Paul still dressed but barefoot, smiled softly from you in the door way.

“Daddy!” CJ suddenly exclaimed as he climbed down, “I needs Woody.”

"He'll come, he knows the routine, c'mon."

CJ headed out of the room and Paul looked at you, “I’ll settle him then lock up and come join you, Sugar. You need anything?”

"Just you." You smirked softly

“Well, that goes without saying.” He grinned, flashing you a wink. “Get naked,” he tossed over his shoulder as he headed over the landing.

In Connor's room, the little boy pulled the covers back and climbed into his bed, wiggling into the mattress.

"Okay, Daddy Stud, I is ready." He tucked his little hands behind his head and smiled.

Paul laughed at his mannerisms, but before he could say anything, Woody trotted into the room and hopped up onto the bed. He gave CJ’s face a muzzle with his nose, bushy tail wagging before he flopped down by his feet.

"Now Woody he ready too!"

“Yup,” Paul settled on the bed, back leaning against the headboard as CJ settled into him, “all present and correct, Junior Officer Diskant.”

"Story, Daddy!"

“Okay, okay. So, Uncle Junior, his real name was James.”

“Dats my name! Connor James Diskant!”

"That's right, that's where it comes from!You were named after him and Grumpy, Connor is Poppy Nick's middle name. Anyway, he was five years older than me," Paul held up his hand, wiggling his fingers.

“So he was your big brodder, like me is to Jack Jack?”

"Yep, just like. And you know what, he didn't always like me either.”

“He didn’t?”

"Nope. I used to bug him like crazy."

“What’s did you do?”

"Cry a lot, took his toys, got him in trouble, but you know what, through all that, he was still my best friend."

“He was? So you played wivs him?”

"Oh yeah, when I was old enough, all the time. We shared trucks and toys, bikes.... We did it all."

“Does you makes forts?”

"He taught me how!"

“So I can…” CJ’s sentence was interrupted by a yawn, “I cans teach Jack?”

“I’m counting on it,” Paul kissed his head, “and you can help me teach him how to walk and swim.”

"And hows to throw Woody's balls?"

“That too.”

Connor let out a big yawn once the black German Shepherd did the same, unphased by the mention of balls.

“And then, when you’re both older, you can talk about girls.”

“Yuk!” CJ pulled a face, “dey has cootsies.”

"You best remember that for now," Paul laughed. "Man, I loved Junior so much pal, I wish he was here for you to meet him. You'd have loved him and he would have spoiled you rotten! Worse than Grumpy does! And Poppy!"

“Did he looks like you?”

"Sorta. He was big like Grumpy, lighter hair, same eyes."

“Nanny says you like Grumpy.”

"Yeah, I guess I am. Jimmy was just bigger."

“I finks yous big.” CJ's voice was getting quieter, his words slipping a little, a sure sign he was well on his way to falling asleep. But Diskant didn’t want to leave him until he was flat out, not tonight.

“I'm bigger than you, but one day you’ll be just as tall.”

"Can I sees him?" He wondered quietly.

“Yup, I’ll show you some photos tomorrow.”

"Okay. You nuggles wif me?"

“Yup. Gonna stay right here until you fall asleep, my little disco ball.”

"Night, Daddy, I lobe you."

“Night, pal. Love you too.”

Paul laid on his side next to Connor on his twin bed. He propped himself up on his elbow using his free hand to lay it across his son's chest. He gently rubbed CJ’s chest in slow circles, a trick he had learnt when he was a baby, one that never failed. And sure enough, two minutes or so later he heard Connor’s soft little snores indicating that the little boy had fallen asleep. Slowly he slipped from the bed and kneeled over his son. "Night, my miracle, I love you."

He kissed CJ’s head, then gestured for Woody to follow and the obedient dog did. They headed downstairs, Woody doing his usual lap or two round the garden whilst Paul checked the rest of the doors and armed the security system. Then he let Woody back in and climbed back up the stairs, his right arm crossing his chest, left hand rubbing slightly at his shoulder.

“Where you sleeping tonight?” He looked down at the ever faithful German shepherd.

With a loll the dog turned to the right and headed right back into Connor's room.

"Thought so," he chuckled. As customary, Woody would start in there and guard the first Disco Ball then he'd end up in the hall listening to Jack for a bit before sleeping on the landing to listen for the entire house. It never failed, the good boy, now much older than when you'd first adopted him, was the best guard dog the family could get.

Paul gently fluffed up the large dog bed which nestled into the corner of the landing for him, before he headed into your room.

As requested, you were naked, and lying under your fresh sheets having just changed them that morning. Your hair was up off your face and you still watched television.

With a smirk, Paul whipped his shirt over his head and shed his jeans and boxers in a matter of seconds. You looked at him, eyes raking up his body, as he crawled under the sheets to join you. He took the remote from you, clicked the tv off and tossed it down on the night stand.

"Well hello," you giggled as he was quickly caging you in.

“Hey, beautiful.” His lips softly met yours, “you seen my wife anywhere?”

"Mmmmm, nope." You popped the 'p'.

“Good, because between me and you, she can be real territorial.” And

"So can I," you smirked and nipped at his chin.

Then Paul shifted his weight more to his right, rolling his left shoulder a little as he bent to kiss you again. You took the kiss, your hand gently sliding up to that ever present scar. “Your shoulder hurting?”

"Yeah, been giving me some trouble today," he admitted.

“Want me to give it a rub?”

"Sure, Sugar." He rolled to his back and looked at you with dark eyes, "but only if you let me fill you up while you do it."

You laughed as you moved, straddling him, “what’s the rush, Stud? It’s only just gone eight.”

"I just wanna feel you 'round me is all. I wanted you naked, now I want you, Sugar."

“What is it you say to Ceej about not always getting what you want, huh?”

"Fine, what is it you want, Y/N? Tell me...."

You leaned down, your lips brushing his, “same as you, I just like watchin’ you squirm every now and then.”

"Get on up here then, show me."

“I’m already up here,” you grinned, your pelvis brushing his as you kissed him again.

“No, I meant up here,” he jerked his head.

"Oh, Detective Diskant, it's one of those nights?"

“Gotta warm you up, Sugar.”

With a bite to your lip, you crawled forward on your knees and gripped the headboard. "Well...." His hands smoothed up the outside of your thighs as he peeked up at you, your knees settling by his ears, “the last time I tried to stick it in dry, you punched me.”

"Consequences of a second baby," you chuckled.

“Or consequences of your husband not doing his job properly.”

"Never that," you sighed. "You're quite good at it all, just not all right yet. Meds don't help either, it's a side effect."

“Quite? What do you mean, quite?” He scoffed, “I happen to be an exceptional lay.”

"Yes, yes you are," you dropped a hand and ran your nails over his slightly longer locks before scratching behind his ear and down his check, your thumb running over his stubble before your fingers danced over his scar.

Paul’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft hum escaping him before his fingers curled round your hips and pulled you forward, causing you to yelp a little.

"Whatcha want, Stud?"

“You to sit on my face.”

You dropped your hips just a little, enough for him to have his way, your hands again at the headboard.

“Good girl, Sugar.” He crooned, before his mouth set to you.

You gasped as he found every valley in your folds, his hot tongue laving and the tip of it poking into your hole, shifting between kitten licks to your clit and his nose running along it. His lips covered your seam and puckered around your sensitive bud. It didn't take long for you to start rocking your hips over his rough stubble, adding an extra sensation. All the while Paul's hands remained curled around your thighs. He moved his head, side to side, the sensations of him effectively rubbing his face into your most intimate parts had you whispering his name.

"Yeah baby," he spoke against your skin, "you gonna cum for me already, I can feel it."

He was right. In an embarrassingly, but not totally unexpected, short amount of time, he had you gripping the headboard as your body trembled with your orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, Sugar," he chuckled sinfully, "thassmygirl."

“Fuck, Stud…” you took a deep breath, “Jesus…”

"Warmed up, honey?" He kissed at your thighs, his tongue still dragging up your skin.

“Yeah…” you rose to your knees and shuffled back a little, leaning down to kiss him. You could taste yourself on him, smell yourself on his skin but you didn’t care.

“Shit, baby I need you,” he groaned into the loss, his large hands cupping your face.

You reached between your bodies and took him in your hands, guiding him and lining his head up with your slit. Paul gave a little thrust as you slipped your knees a little wider apart to drop down over him, his cock slipping right in.

He groaned, head falling back as he looked up at you, hands sliding up your ribs. “Fuck, look at you. So beautiful, Mama.”

You dropped your head a little, unable to hide the smirk. You didn't always feel that beautiful but he'd make it so you'd feel it every time he said it.

“Look at me, Sugar.” He tipped his pelvis up, grinding into you.

You dropped your chin so your eyes could meet his as your hands fell to his tattooed chest, his latest ink, Jack's name freshly healed under your fingers. "Fuck, that's good," you whimpered as his angle hit you deep.

“I love you, baby.” He rutted into your again, hands gripping your hips and keeping you locked onto him. “So, so much.”

"I love you, Disco," you whispered back, bending at your neck to kiss him with a slow fervor. "I'm gonna love you forever, Stud."

“Good, coz there’ll never be anyone else for me.” His hand slid into your hair, keeping your face pressed to his.

"Never, baby, never... Ugh... Ever." Your thighs were quaking against his hips.

“Gonna give me another one?” His eyes flashed, a smirk curling over his lips as his nose bumped yours.

"Yeah... Yes, oh God yes," you moaned.

“Cum for me, Sugar, come on…”

A silent scream fell from your lips as they closed into a whispered 'oh' as his encouragement made your second release hit you harder than the first. Already fucked out, you collapsed over him, your breasts brushing over his chest as he kept his hips up.

“Oh, baby.” He chuckled a little, his hands sliding up your back. “You okay?”

Wordlessly, you nodded and burried your face into his left shoulder, your tongue and lips mouthing over his spot, his scar.

His own mouth kissed your forehead, before he sat up, and rolled you onto your back. His hands took yours, pinning them either side of your head.

Your eyes kept on his, "take what you need."

“Just need you,” he thrust into you, “always you.”

"Yeah," your back dragged along the sheets as he stuffed you, pulled out and thrusted in again. "Oh, shit, that's so good, Paul."

His hips languidly rolled into yours, nothing rushed or hurried about his actions. Your hands gently dragged down his back, nails softly scraping at his skin causing him to groan, his head dropping to yours.

"Fuck, Sugar," he whimpered himself, "my girl. My baby mama." He was close, you could feel him throbbing against your walls, "made for me... Every way..."

“Only you,” your lips kissed the underneath of his jaw, teeth gently nipping at his whiskers, “my Disco.”

"Oh, fuck, honey...." Paul's hips sped up just a little, a long dirty grind added at the end. "I'm so close, Sugar."

You hiked your legs up, ankles locking at the bottom of his back, heels digging into his ass. You urged him to take what he wanted, your mouth resting by his ear. You could hear his grunts and soft little whimpers as his hips started to go sloppy. “Let go, Stud.”

His hands curled into your hair and his lips covered yours as he came, his entire body rumbling over you and inside you, his spend filling you and giving you a delightful warmth you never got tired of.

“Oh, daddy stud.” You kissed him softly, a smile on your face as he let out a chuckle.

"Always so good, Sugar," his nose bumped yours then his forehead gently pressed against your own. "I love you, Mrs Disco."

“I love you too, now…” you kissed him softly, before your hand gently tapped his arm. “Lay on your front and I can give your shoulder a massage.”

"You're gonna have to gimme a second," he snorted.

“How bad is it?” You asked, your hands now dancing up his biceps.

"Sore," he kissed you and pulled back, his body leaving yours. He slipped from the bed and extended his hand to yours. "C'mon, the boys are out cold, let's take a bath."

“Okay,” you smiled softly as you allowed him pull you up.

After your long bath, and a check on a still sleeping Jack, Disco was led flat out on your bed, his lower half in his sleep pants and his face burried I to his pillow. "I see you've already assumed the position."

He chuckled, “not our first dance, Sugar.”

"And it won't ever be our last." You straddled his hips and kissed between his shoulder blades. “So, how did you put it out this time?” You asked, your fingers sliding over his skin, gently pressing at the sore point. It was always the same; the junction of his neck would get tight and tense thanks to the scar tissue deep inside the muscle.

"Winning today's bear," he mumbled with a grunt into the pillow.

“Oh, Disco.” You sighed, keeping your movements light for the time being to allow him to get used to it. “Well, he’s happy with that bear, he was hugging it before.”

"Rough day for him, breaks my heart and kills me to get on him like I did."

“I know but-sorry,” you hastily apologised as Paul hissed when you hit a particularly knotty part, “he did push it too far. I know we’ve been trying to understand and accommodate but…” you sighed, “he apologised and we talked. I think we’ll be okay.”

"We will." He groaned.

“How did it go telling him about Junior?”

"Oh honey, that was... That was special." Paul turned his head so he could talk better. "He listened, he asked questions, he was as understanding and receptive as he could be for his age."

“He’s a smart little guy,” you smiled, your fingers now moving in circles. “I’m glad you had that moment, Stud.”

"One of many, and then we'll have them with Jack." He then hummed as his shoulder relaxed a little. "Ugh."

“I felt that,” you chuckled.

“You got magic hands, Sugar.”

"Your mouth is magic," you leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“You know it baby,” he grinned

You were just about to dig in a little deeper when Jack's little whimpers were heard over the monitor. You waited a moment to see if he'd go back out but instead he wailed. "He's not hungry, it's his mouth."

“I’ll go,” Paul offered.

"I got it, babe," you hopped off his lower back. "It might be a while."

“Bring him in here,” Paul flipped over and shuffled up. “He can snuggle with us.”

"Okay." You sighed and left the master and to the room next to yours, Jack's room.

In seconds, he was in your arms as you hushed him and soothed him. You changed him and brought him in with you only to find an extra little boy already in your bed led into his daddy's side.

"I guess it's a slumber party, huh?" You giggled.

Disco looked at you, and simply shrugged.

Connor sat up a little in your bed, "does you hafta feeds him?"

"No baby, his teeth just hurt."

“Oh,” he paused and then made to speak but stopped.

“What’s up?” Paul looked at him, “you can say it, whatever it is, we won’t be angry.”

"Can I holds him?”

You couldn't help the short gasp that came from your chest. It marked you speechless, and so you nodded.

“Assume the position, Junior Officer Diskant.” Paul grinned as he sat up and fluffed the pillows, placing one over CJ’s lap so he could rest his arms on them with Jack supported.

You caught Paul’s eye, and he beamed at you. This was the first time CJ had asked to hold his baby brother in weeks

"Remember, he's older and heavier now, more squiggly." Paul added, as he still smiled at you, the tears in your eyes visible.

“Yups, I got it.” CJ nodded as you placed Jack down in his arms. "Shhhh, Jack-Jack, it's okay. Don't c-whys."

At the sound of his brother’s voice, the wailing Jack was making stopped and he looked up at CJ, his blue eyes wide. And then a smile spread across his pudgy cheeks.

Connor looked at you and grinned, "he's no crying!"

No, Jack wasn't, but you sure were.

“You got the magic touch, buddy.” Paul smiled at him.

Connor looked down at Jack and whispered to him while Paul looked to you, reached behind your sons and gently grabbing your forearm for a squeeze. He sent a wink your way and just like that, all was as it should be in the Diskant household.

**** Chapter 16

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

i’m sorry but i’m just the biggest sucker for racer!harry whenever he protect her & when grey’s being the biggest mana boy🥺🥺 i love me a good mama’s boy moment🥰🥰 -🥐

No they are so adorable like I hate them bc of it 😞 so we’ll do one of each 🙏

“No, mama. I don’t wanna go to school.” Grey frowns, holding onto his mothers leg during drop off. Beau had already ran in once he saw his friends and left with a kiss on the cheek from his parents and a hug from his younger brother. “Go see your friends, sweetheart.” Grey starts to throw a fit, his tiny dinosaur back pack starts to slip from his shoulder while he whines and stomps his foot.

“No mama! No mama!” He yells, hiding his face in her thigh while she tries to encourage him to walk into the school. “I want to stay with you! No!” Harry decided to step in, prying the little boys arms away from his mothers leg. “Listen to your mama, you’re going to see her right after you get out of school in a couple hours. Let’s go see your friends.”

Y/n fell easy in the trap of Greys little puppy dog eyes and his cute round face that she just wants to squish and press kisses over. But she has an excuse- she’s a mum! “No, I think it’s okay if he stays home today. School can be draining even for him and if he’s saying he doesn’t want to go this bad then I’m not going to push it.”

Y/n holds her hand out for Grey and grabs his backpack to hand out to Harry. She pulls Grey onto her hip and walks back to the car. “We can get back into our pajamas once we’re home.” y/n reassured her son, buckling him in the car seat before Harry turns to talk to Poppy. “What are we going to do with your mama?” Harry asks, his hand rested on his chin. “You give the woman one glance and you get whatever you want.”

Y/n rolls her eyes before buckling herself in, slapping his arm. “I’m the say way with you, shush up and drive.”

Harry laughs loudly, slapping his thigh. “If that was true we would have about ten more babies.”

~~

“No, y’not going.” Harry murmurs into his girlfriends hair. His other racer friends had set up a little party for the team now that the season was over and they had done so well. Harry blew off the invite and decided that a quick flight back to his home in London would be better than a night out with his sloppy drunk and horny teammates. “Why not?! I thought we would have a good time, no? You had a great season and you deserve to party it up, lover.”

Harry sighs, pulling her in and tightly wraps his arms around her waist. “Yeah, but I don’t like the idea of my horny teammates drooling all over you. They are just a bunch of big headed losers who try and impress you with their expensive cars and tiny dicks.” Y/n laughs, rolling her eyes.

“So not even an hour? I’ll stay by your side the whole time?”

“No, not even and hour. I know how them boys are, honey. They are going to try and take you back to their cheap hotel room within five minutes. I’ve already booked the flight let’s just pack up and go, please.” She frowns, not that he mentions it staying home and celebrating was better than celebrating with a bunch of people she didn’t really know.

“Ugh, you’re so smart. Let’s just go home.” He laughs, smiling wide and picking her up only to throw her on the bed. “Let’s hit the road!”

[pricemarshfield]

just the girl

An MC/Poppy fic for A Very Poppy Weekend. Thank you to @penda-bear​ for organizing!

Day 1 prompt: soft moments. You can also read on AO3 here.

If on her first day here, someone had told her that Poppy Min-Sinclair would be sitting on her bed, holding her dog, she'd have said a few things. One, that they were wrong, two, that she didn't even have a dog, and three, that Poppy would be welcome in her room when hell froze over, and not a second earlier.

But hey, it's not the first thing she's been wrong about.

"I wouldn't have taken you for a small dog person," Poppy says, managing to make it sound dismissive even while she's petting Cutiepie's stomach with the warmest eyes Bea's ever seen her have. "I figured you'd like...hm, a massive mutt that drooled all over the floor."

"Oh, like Champ back at the shelter?" Bea says, lying against her headboard and watching her--well, her whatever Poppy is to her play with her pug. "Don't think I forgot about him."

Poppy doesn't respond, but lies back against Bea, a sure sign that what she's said has pleased her and she doesn't want to admit it.

"You know, if I didn't live in a dorm, I'd adopt him," Bea says, impulsive and stupid and entirely meaning it. "Unless you wanted to."

"He wouldn't exactly fit in at Zeta," Poppy says with a little scoff, and the smile that had been playing at the corners of her mouth has entirely dropped. "Though I wouldn't expect you to pick up on that."

"Okay, babe," Bea says, and Poppy's cheeks go as pink as her cardigan. "What's up? You're not normally this snippy when it's just us anymore."

"'Snippy', who talks like that," Poppy mutters, and Bea waits, pulling Poppy a little closer to her. Cutiepie's content and relaxed in Poppy's arms in a way he rarely ever is, normally a ball of energy. His curly little tail is wagging like crazy, though. "Well, I'm not going to be in Zeta forever."

Bea freezes. "Uh--"

"I don't mean I've taken to heart any of your mindless crap about being 'nicer'," Poppy says, and Bea snorts, amused despite herself. "What? Not upset?" Her voice is accusatory, suspicious, like she's expecting Bea to get pissed and drop her. Bea does want her to stop bullying half the students here, yeah, but something in her gets upset when Poppy thinks she'll drop her so fast.

"Nah," Bea says. "Not upset."

After a long, long moment, Poppy says, "Well. Anyway. Until I've a place of my own, it's hardly like my parents--" Bea bites back her instinctive sneer, both at the mention of Piers and the way he treats Poppy and at the fact that Bea's well aware that when she says parents there's one she's leaving out. "--would let me have a dog in the house at all, let alone Champ."

Bea gets the appearance game. She does. Hell, it's not like her drive to adopt Cutiepie was purely altruistic. But that? That's just depressing. That's just sad. (Again, if someone had told her on her first day that she'd pity Poppy--well, honestly, she might have believed that one; Bea's heart has always been entirely too open, according to everyone.)

"So," Bea says. "If I were to, hypothetically--"

Poppy drops Cutiepie right onto the cover, where he runs off to eat her shoes or pee on her science homework. She rolls over so she's on top of Bea, not like she's about to pounce, but like she just wants to...look at her. Her face is entirely open, missing the smug grin or snarl that she normally has. Bea's heart skips a little. (Embarrassing. But Poppy's right there with her, so can't be too bad.) "I already don't like where this is going."

"If I were to adopt Champ," Bea says, and Poppy's eyes narrow at her, suspicious. "Then you'd know he'd be there if you wanted him. Later."

"What, and you'd just give him up?" Poppy says.

Bea shakes her head vigorously, probably hitting Poppy with her curls a little. "What? No! Oh my God, no, that's not what I was going for, I mean, then we could, uh. You know. Take care of him together. Not that kind of take care of him, I'm just--"

"Quiet, Farmsville," Poppy says, and Bea shuts up. She can read Poppy's face pretty easily: not upset, but a little calculating, considering. Not cruel. Not angry. Soft, somehow. "Together."

"That's definitely what I just said," Bea says, trying to avoid Poppy's gaze without making it obvious that's what she's doing. Poppy snaps right in her face. "Okay, that's rude."

"Please, you love it when I'm mean to you," Poppy says, which has Bea squirming under her. "Jesus, you're easy. What do you mean by together? Like a custody arrangement?"

Bea scoffs. "Okay, if you're not going to take me seriously--"

Poppy pushes down on her shoulders, pressing her further into the bed, before she can leave. "You know I'm just messing with you."

"I do," Bea says, and realizes as she says it that she means it.

"You know," Poppy says. "Hypothetically."

"Of course."

"I might not hate that," Poppy says, which is practically a confession for her. Bea can't help but lean up to kiss her, and Poppy kisses her back. It lacks the usual heat and intensity, but Bea's toes curl all the same.

[jannelbabblessims]

Poppy Diaries: Part 2- Getting to know your potential baby daddy

(TW: Mild Language/swearing)

–Poppy–

{Ding Dong}

My fucking doorbell was ringing… Mind you, the last time I said anything about me having any source of a social circle was non-existent…Well, This shouldn’t be happening.

Unless it was the annoying as fuck Welcome wagon I heard about, with their shitty fruitcake…

Maybe that’s what it is. Well, the house is bare enough to be considered “clean” so why not?

Reaching for the door handle I pulled it open with a fake smile plastered on my face and my super polite voice ready to go.

My smiled dropped..

“How did you fucking find me,” I screamed, my heart beating out of my chest, “ Did you follow me home last night?”

The hell is wrong with me? Why am I attracted to my potential stalker? He must’ve followed me home.. There’s no other way to explain how he can figure out where I lived..

“I could sniff ya out in a second if I wanted to girlie,” he drawled out in a cocky tone, then he let out a deep laugh that not only took me by surprise but ignited something else..

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

“I’m just kidding,” his laughing continued a bit lighter as he reached into his back pocket, revealing… My wallet. He stepped closed and held it out for me to take.

How the fuck did I forget that?! Well ok, I kinda have an idea.. but I really should’ve been smart enough to not leave any sort of evidence to be able to trace me…Ugh I hate myself.

He put his hands behind his back and surveyed the area in my yard. There wasn’t much to look at. My pitiful garden was all that was out there. Not a single bush (thankfully?) or flower near the house.

Weirdly enough I felt slightly embarrassed by that. I don’t know why this guy would rise that out of me, he was suppose to be a guy who hopefully provided me the donation I needed and was gone for good. Nothing more.. sure I had a SMALL casual thought about him for a second. But it was suppose to be fleeting and onto other things..

“This place looks nice,” he started, again observing the house from roof to foundation, “ You live alone in this big ole place?”

I’m not gonna answer that just to give my stalker more intel about me.

“Thanks for my wallet,” I casually change the subject, less he knows about me the better. Judging by the fact he had my wallet means he knows enough to at least steal my financial identity. “Let’s hope I don’t receive any fraud alerts soon.”

“You know, usually people who are appreciative reward the person who turned in their wallet.”

“We are not woohooing again!” I snapped, irritation building quickly.

Immediately his hands went up on defense.

“Woah girlie, I didn’t say that! Not that I would pass it up if it was truly the reward.. but I am a gentleman as hard as it may be to believe given our history..”

Now it was my turn to snort at him. This man. He just believes he’s something special doesn’t he?

“Well what do you want then? Food?”

He looked thoughtful for a moment before looking back at me with his little smirk, “I could eat.”

He really wasn’t kidding when he said he could eat. The man was eating like he was ravenous and hadn’t seen food in forever! Honestly though it didn’t bother me as much as I thought. He just was so carefree and genuine in this moment that it felt almost human.

Or maybe it’s just the fact this is my first close encounter with another human since god knows when and I am just a bit more accepting of things than I should be..

“You weren’t kidding about eating,” I laughed, I just couldn’t help myself.

“Yeah sorry,” he sheepishly reached for his napkin to dab away any drool still lingering on his face, “ it’s just a weird thing I do, I always need to eat super fast.”

I was not going to dive into details about that.

“No problem, glad you’re happy about the food.”

I looked up from my food to see him staring right at me. Instantly I felt alarmed, “What? Is there something on my face?”

This brought on a deep rumbling laugh out of him.

“You just saw me eat my meal with a gallon of drool everywhere.. and you’re worried about food on YOUR face?”

I felt my cheeks redden in mild embarrassment. I guess he was right.. I was being silly.

“You’re an interesting girl Poppy Olivers,” he mused as he pushed around his napkin across the table, cleaning up any wet spots he found. “Quite different from last night for sure.”

I instantly groaned, “ can we not talk about last night? That was not something I normally do..”

He laughed at my response and continued to stare at me intently.

“Good, wouldn’t want to have to compete with any other strangers you might decide to sway with your feminine wiles into another bush.”

I groaned again.

“Please stop..”

The rest of the night went well. Lou, the name I had to embarrassingly ask for again, seemed really interested in getting to know more about me even if there wasn’t much I could offer him with my memory loss. I explained it was hard for me to remember much and he was surprisingly super considerate about it and even grabbed my hand in a comforting motion.

The whole time I wondered why I ended up so comfortable telling him all this when just earlier I thought he would steal my identity. Seriously what is this man doing to me?

The night ended with him walking me back to my house.

“This was nice,” I mumbled awkwardly at him. “Thanks again for my wallet.”

He smiled back, settling into his stance with his arms crossed in front of him. This damn sexy pose.

“Can I see you again?”

This question hit me quickly. We did share a nice evening with some light talking but did I really want to continue this? This was suppose to be a one and done kinda thing.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe works for me, “he beamed, turning away from me and towards the sidewalk. “Until next time then.”

So much for maybe..

TO BE CONTINUED…