#these tags are a huge L for the fat

[tony-andonuts]

Working the morning cook shift from today to thursday and tbh its super chill. I get to just cook shit and throw everything into the oven and get paid more than i do when aiding (which 'has me' running around the kitchen and facility) [sidenote but yaaayyyyy more work talk!! /sar]

[xazse]

hi hi ik you write mostly genshin but your

sub!miguel miguel post was so good made me blush so hard pls do a part two of sub!miguel

Notes: Hi! Thank you for enjoying my Miguel work, glad you liked it. So I decided to stick 2 prompts together but both are sub Miguel. I went overboard but I thought some people just might like this. <33

Pairings: Sub!Miguel X fem!reader

Tags: Fem!Reader, AssHumping? Cock-slapping, Just smut and more smut, KindaMean-Reader, Lmk if I missed anything please!

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“Ten-“ “If you can survive ten I’ll give you exactly what you want Miguel.” You smile against his ear, kissing the lobe light enough that he isn’t even sure he can feel it, but he definitely hears your airy breathing.

Pulling away from him you get the most perfect view from behind him, his ass and cock on display: his cock namely standing at full attention, he’s managed through strong will and of course you degrading him every step of the way to not cum or else. A man of his statute, of his status begging you to let him cum.

He just can’t help the way he bends at your beck and call, letting you do just about anything to him, including this.

“please..” he manages to mumbles out to you, if you spanking him let’s him cum he’ll do it, whatever you want to let the coil in his belly finally snap. There’s a silent pause you just can’t seem to pull your eyes away from this display of power, you’ve long abandoned any rational thoughts when it comes to this bulk of a man presenting himself to you, you glance down and look at his cock, it’s a deep shade of red, from the amount of times you’ve pushed him just to pull away last minute.

When he shifts a little you regain focus, “Be good, okay? For me at least” you say lowly. You move upwards a bit and your nimble fingers grab the fat of his thighs and spread him just a little, away from his cock: moving the little bit of friction he had away, he all but let’s out a small groan into the pillow.

Miguel is already thinking about where he had left the ointment the last time you and him indulged in these activities, but when he feels a force so hard on his cock he jolts upwards and he opens his mouth to speak but the only thing that comes out is a loud whiny groan.

“Ohh? I didn’t think you’d be into that Miguel.” You draw out the L in his name just to spite him even more. His brain feels like mush, from the constant edging from earlier to that slap it’s all combining. “Good job though, nine more.” You stroke his cock just a little to bring him back to you, he attempts to thrust in your hand but you quickly correct that with a slap to his outer thigh.

About six slaps in and Miguel is basically dumb for the way you’ve been landing hits on him, “oh gods..” is about the only thing you’ve managed to decipher from his incoherent mumbles, it feels so good to him, so good that when you slap him once more, he feels the familiar cord finally get cut and he spills all over your couch, he’s already rushing to apologize over and over in between hushed whines.

OR OR OR HERES ANOTHER PROMPT!

You being nice one day, not constantly teasing him and trying to get a reaction. Placing a pillow under your belly and lying down on the soft bed, with a phone in your hand. You beckon Miguel over and give him permission to get off with your body.

He jumps at this opportunity, but taking it with a solemn look on his face to pretend he isn’t happy about you giving him a sliver of attention, well good attention. When he makes a move to strip you of your tights and panties you quickly reach back and slap his hands. “Should’ve been more specific, sorry baby. I’m just too tired to go all the way” he raises his eyebrow in confusion, what do you want him to do then? You give him your signature sly smirk and turn your attention back to your phone. Oh. He pieces it together and moves his huge body over yours, his arms placed on either side of you as well as his legs, basically caging you in.

Your full attention is on the little game you’re playing, manicured nails tapping away at the screen obnoxiously. He pays no mind and only focuses on pulling his thick cock out, already effectively leaking precum.

He presses his cock against your ass, as a test and he deems it good enough. Your tights, offer a smooth surface when he starts to hump against you, so a few minutes in, when his breathing is picking up he lets a few sounds out. Furrowing his brows and concentrating hard as he tries to get to his climax.

His arms gives out and he leans his torso onto of your back, bringing his head into the crook of your neck, and surprisingly you let him, the sounds of your game are irritating but he blocks it out. He continues grinding against you, moaning against your skin.

He’s already so close, feeling the thorns of electricity spreading through his body, his hips move you along with him. His hands squeeze you hard when you feel a wet liquid pressing hot against your tights.

Notes: Sorry to everyone who was looking forward to Genshin stuff, I just had to write for Miguel he’s been plaguing my mind.

[bloopdydooooo]

It’s going in an ask because it’s going to be too long for tags. I hyperfixated on pet birds like… last year I think.

Going to specifically be speaking a lot about parrots because they’re the ones I know the most about and because the peach-faced lovebird in the article is a parrot (the article keeps talking about “resembling” a peach-faced lovebird and not just?? Being one? I don’t know if that’s a weird language thing but anyway.

Reasons why the cell is bad:

NO PERCHES! Nowhere to fly and land and climb (parrots especially often love to climb using their feet and beak). Did you know dowel stick perches are really bad for birds because they’re flat and have no variety and so the feet don’t get sufficient exercise and that leads to developing bumble-foot (where the feet get really swollen and bumpy).

BREAD??? Who feeds a parrot bread??? You shouldn’t feed birds bread in general but if you do it’s recommend to only be in small quantities because of the high sodium content and low nutritional value, and it should be whole grain and brown bread. TWO WHOLE SLICES OF WHITE BREAD for a bird that small?? The bird can barely fit in a hand like come on there’s more bread than bird in that cell.

No toys!! Birds need a lot more enrichment than people think (seriously I am so so mad about the birds as low-maintenance pets that can be kept for decoration opinion that’s so widely spread) and there is NONE in there. Parrots especially are also quite destructive and they love to destroy things for fun so toys should be able to be “used up” by the bird (via tearing and chewing and generally just being obliterated) so plastic toys Don’t Work. Natural materials are also preferred because plastic and rubber is very bad when digested (obviously). So stuff like tweed and sticks and branches and dry grass and stuff all good. You can put seeds and other food in some of them so that the bird has to dig or forage for it which is good for them because it’s a natural behaviour that they still retain (did you know parrots aren’t fully domesticated yet. Not even close. So they still retain a lot of those instincts and especially prey instincts which leads them to fly when threatened and be generally scared of people so that you have to earn their trust first before you can actually do anything because you are huge and they are so small and so scared. Anyway)

I’m still mad about the bread. Anyway. Seeds are also pretty bad for one birds, especially if it’s all they’re eating. They have a very high fat content and because the pet bird is not flying many many miles a day to burn all that off it just sits there and often becomes fatty liver disease. This is probably one of the biggest contributing factors that makes up that “pet birds have very short lifespans” nonsense, because people don’t feed their bird right and don’t get it enough exercise. Also the smaller the cage the more time the bird needs to spend out of it, to get the right amount of exercise and enrichment. A lot of people just don’t let their birds out of the cage ever??? Fucked up. The only time you’d maybe justify keeping the bird in the cage for its whole life would be if you have a literal huge aviary with a cage the size of a room, and even then you should still let it out occasionally to actually experience like. The outside. (Did you know you get bird harnesses. Like the ones for cats but for birds. So that you can take the bird outside without it flying away). And also some people section off their backyard with mesh around it so that the bird can have the whole garden without the danger of flying away. You can also train your bird to fly back to you even when outside but that’s more difficult so I’m not gonna go on about that here.

I’m just so confused as to why people would get a pet that can fly if they don’t want their pet to fly. Like come on. What’s the point. And flight training is so so cool and so rewarding. Your pet can FLY and you’re not going to let them?? You don’t want a little bird to come from the other side of the room and sit on your shoulder or up onto your hand like you’re an adventurer with a falcon for a best friend?

Whatever. I’m so mad that I can’t have a bird. They’re also probably the most loyal pets on the planet once you bond with them. Birds actually automatically favour one person over everyone else (you have to be careful that you don’t tip thst 60/40 scale into 100/0 if you don’t want the bird to attack everyone that comes near you. Insane) and you are their best friend if you only have one bird. A lot of birds are also really cuddly (I don’t know about lovebirds but I think they can be? Conures especially are (green-cheeked specifically because that’s the bird I was looking into)) and they can be very vocal and make little trills (ahhhh) and chirps. But they can also scream. Most birds are so so noisy (ESPECIALLY sun conures and macaws. Oh my god. They just screech all day I would die I think).

…Most pet birds (especially parrots) cannot be fed a seed-only diet. Birds can eat fruit, vegetables, berries, nuts and seeds (as treats), grains… other stuff that I’m forgetting… And they should be fed regularly, like two or three times a day. And their water also has to be changed regularly because they poop in it (especially if it’s low in the cage. Same with food ideally you should put the food higher up and not under any higher perches).

Some birds (thinking of African greys and macaws) do this thing called eye-pinning where they dilate and contract their pupils really fast to show that they’re interested in something (I think it can also show when they’re angry? Can’t remember) and it’s very cute. You can use it for taste-testing foods for the bird to see if they like it (birds have preferences. Some really hate sunflower seeds but love macadamia nuts and some are neutral towards them but hate almonds etc etc).

Birds are also really sensitive to the air they breathe! Humans have very strong lungs and we can survive a lot without even noticing but birds can’t. Anything that damages air quality can kill them really quickly if you’re not careful (I suspect it’s another contributor to the “pet birds have short lifespans” thing because people don’t know what killed them when in reality it was like. The dust). Cockatiels are very dusty birds (wing dust) and they usually need an air purifier in the room to keep the air clean (and also you probably shouldn’t get a cockatiel if you have a dust allergy). Scented candles can be dangerous to birds because they often burn oil, except for Yankee Candles which is apparently bird safe because they don’t use oil (did spend a lot of time verifying this, apparently one of the employees sent an email saying they have a pet cockatiel and regularly burn scented candles around it and the bird is fine so. But still). There’s also a type of cookware that’s extremely deadly to birds because it releases a chemical whenever it’s scraped that can kill them instantly so bird owners have to watch out for stuff like that.

Most houseplants are also very toxic to birds. You have to be very careful when letting your bird out and should never leave your bird unsupervised because of stuff like that, because one bite of a leaf can kill them. Parrots are generally tougher than smaller birds but they’re still very delicate.

The bird cage should also be cleaned regularly, including the bars of the cage. Removable trays at the bottom are good because then you can do it easily and just replace the newspaper or bedding and whatever. Perches should also be cleaned. Did you know bird poop doesn’t actually have a smell and if it does that means something’s probably wrong. Also have to inspect poop for signs of illness (which is why the newspaper is a good option so that you can actually see it properly).

Cages should also preferably be square (and MUCH larger than the stupid little Tweety Bird round cages). Round cages are awful for birds it makes them anxious when there are no corners to hide in. You know like how round tanks are bad for fish, it’s a similar thing. Your bird should be able to fly at least a little bit in the cage from perch to perch. If you’re at work regularly so you can’t let your bird out for most of the day then you need a big cage. And probably another bird to keep your bird company. They’re very social creatures. Cage should also be sturdy and off the ground, especially if you have other pets (dogs, cats) because they might try to knock over the cage. You have to also acclimate your dog or cat to be around the bird safely but you have to be VERY careful with that because it’s still a prey animal and your cat/dog are still predators and are going to want to kill the bird. I don’t really trust anything that says the cat/dog and bird are 100% besties because there’s still a very real chance your pet will just snap and kill them either accidentally or on purpose (once again birds are very delicate). If you’re flight training your bird you need to be especially careful because often the flapping of wings can set the pet off. I’ve seen some people keep their other pet in a cage while the bird does flight training so that they can get them used to seeing it so that they don’t get spooked.

…I have more but this is enough I think. Apologies I just really like birds and this info has given me nothing except the response of getting irrationally angry whenever I see a pet bird in an unhealthy living situation.

whao‼️‼️

i really want a pet pigeon (based on a love founded by another bird hyperfixation) but i haven’t actually done any research into keeping birds because i know realistically i can’t get one for years to come, at least, and i didn’t want to learn all about them as pets only to not be able to get one cause that would make me sad (so i learnt all about them in the wild and in history lol)

this is really interesting though, i did not know parrots were so sensitive. i mean i knew theyre hugely mistreated pets and it’s very hard to keep one alive and happy but i figured it wasn’t like. that hard, idk.

very thanks for the bird infodump!! it was really fascinating :3

[woogly-boogly]

1, 2 + 16 Netflix Castlevania

1: what originally drew me to it

i’m pretty sure you did. i don’t remember it perfectly but in 2020 when i finished watching BoJack Horseman i saw Castlevania was recommended to me and i remembered you saying it was really good so i gave it a go and DAMN was it fun.

2: what i like most and least about it

i love the personal journeys the characters go on. in particular Isaac’s self discovery and Trevor and Sypha’s uncovering of the cult in Season 3. after Dracula died, Isaac had to come up with a new purpose for his life and he really struggled to learn that there are actually people who are good and deserve to live, and watching him grapple with that every time someone was good to him and then someone else was mean to him was fascinating to watch. as for Trevor and Sypha, i loved their dynamic together and you could see the influence they were having on each other, which was fun. plus i just really like mysterious shit and the cult scratched that itch for me. i also loved that Trevor and Sypha weren’t able to save the people of Lindenfeld, and discovered how corrupt the Judge really was. it’s not super common to have the protagonists fail in shows like this and it was refreshing to see how fucking upset they were about it.

idk i know Season 3 has some haters but it really clicks with me for some reason.

what i like least about it? Season 4 was hot dog water. that shit felt like a fanfiction written by a teenager who didn’t appreciate almost every single character taking an L in the last season and wanted a cutesy “✨and everyone was happy ☺️ and held hands ❤️❤️ and were best friends 😌✨” ending. it sucked fat booty. AND they ruined my man Saint Germain!! he was so cool and mysterious and they turned him into a horny loser!! i know i said it in your tags already but what a fucking waste of Bill Nighy. Saint Germain deserved better. the entire season deserved better.

also people in this show swear like a bunch of 14 year olds and it’s not the most endearing thing ever but not really annoying enough to not sound nitpicky when i say it

16: a scene/moment that makes me really emotional every time

normally the answer to a question like this would be something that makes you cry or something but i never cry watching this show so instead i’m gonna go with one of my favourite emotions, excitement. And that shit’s gotta go to the fight scene with the demons and the Visitor in Season 3. i know the Dracula fight was very badass and emotionally compelling and i’m not downplaying its impact but holy shit have you seen the Season 3 fight?? Sypha finding super creative ways to obliterate the demons?? Trevor busting out both whips and going absolutely crazy shredding the Visitor?! and the huge music buildup and then he slashes it one last time snd it goes slow mo and the whips fucking explode and the animation does that thing where it only shows the outlines and the Visitor gets fucking OBLITERATED!!! THAT WAS SO FUUUUUUN YEAH BOYYYYY

good show, i’ll have to get onto Nocturne sometime soon

here's the link to the questions if you want

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[hanmegumi]

Jesper and the goat... JESPER AND THE GOAT

The goat’s his emotional support animal and no one can change my mind

No one would even try to change your mind bc it IS THE TRUTH-

[beskarberry]

The Things We Do For Love

An Honest Smut Fic

(Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x f!Reader)[+18]

He’s not even hard, but the sounds he’s making do exactly for you what your moans do for him. It’s debauched, but it fucking works. Everything is so noisy: the vibrator, the slap of the dildo making a huge wet mess of your cunt, your mewling and his growling. You wonder how much of it the neighbors are hearing.

Summary: You and your husband Frankie are trying to get pregnant, but real life keeps getting in the way.

Rating: Comically Explicit

Word count: 7.2k

Content warnings: Erotic Comedy, human realness, human bodily functions, interruptions galore. P in V, oral m and f receiving, use of lube and toys. Kinks: everything? They're thrown around pretty loosely but they include mentions of breeding/pregnancy/ovulation (reader is trying to get pregnant) lactation, size kink a bit. Some dirty talk, a little tad bit of daddy kink, some others just thrown in for glitter.

A/N: I've noticed a recent uptick in posts criticizing fanfiction for being "unrealistic" and "setting unobtainable standards" in regards to sex, which besides the fact that these posts are stupid as hell, I have two big fat issues with them.

It's FICTION, if I want to fuck a space alien with a tentacle dick that's my goddamn prerogative, you don't have to read it if you don't want to read the tags.

I don't see anyone writing these ""realistic"" smut fics yall are so adamant about the fanfiction community needing so badly.

SO I DID! BEHOLD! A realistic smut fic featuring our most daddy of dilfs, Frankie! Sex is gross and weird and complete nonsense, so if you've been reading erotic fanfiction getting your hopes up thinking thats how real life sex works, I hate to break it to you, but it don't. It looks more like this.

This fic is ok to be read by anyone over 18, but is intended for more mature readers.

It’s a rare treat for both you and your husband to be home on the same Saturday evening, with the two of you working as much as you do, but today is one of those rare treasures. Early morning saw you both running errands -since grocery shopping alone is forbidden, you snack whore- and the afternoon went mostly to a quote-unquote nap. Now it’s already dark outside, the winter sun having gone to bed early, and the two of you have no other plans besides winding down for the night.

Or, so you thought.

"Babe!"

"Yeah?" The reply comes unhurriedly from the other side of the couch, your husband's ever-present ball cap turning slightly with the tilt of his head, but his eyes don't break from the tv.

"Frankie." You call again, using his name instead of an endearment. That gets his attention quick, and suddenly a pair of enormous brown eyes are meeting yours from behind the couch, going wide when he sees you coming out of the bathroom with an indicator stick in your hand.

"Oh my god baby are you-?"

"No," you cut him off with a stifled laugh, aware that he probably can't see exactly what it is that you're holding. "I'm not pregnant, yet. But I'm ovulating." You wave the indicator stick for emphasis, the smile on your face growing into a full blown cheese while Frankie goes through a rolodex of emotions.

"Fuck babe you had me all excited." He drags a calloused palm down his face, pulling the wrinkles around his eyes flat for a moment while his head hits the back of the couch in mock exhaustion.

"You should still be excited, dingus, this means we gotta do it. Now." You toss the stick in the trash and go wash your hands before crossing the living room to your man, combing your dampish fingers through the kinked hair sticking out from under his hat.

“Oh, I see.” He tilts back into your touch, eyes closing with a soft flutter, lips quirked into a pleasant grin. "Can I drop my fossils off at the museum first?" He asks cheekily, waggling the Switch controller at you.

"Blathers can wait, I can not." Frankie's hat hits the floor with a soft fwump after you tug it off his head, letting his chocolate locks bounce freely. "You have until I finish brushing my teeth."

"Deal." He says, puckering his lips and making kissy noises at you, which of course you indulge him in, pressing your lips to his upside down ones. "Oof yeah, you taste like lasagna."

"And you taste like ass, but I kiss you anyway." Both of you snort and giggle before you trot off to the bathroom, the cheery Nintendo music picking up again in your wake. You get to the bathroom and turn on the water, setting it to almost-hot and getting the toothbrush wet while it warms. The electric oral-B won't be the only thing vibrating tonight.

While you mindlessly scrub your teeth, you start trying to grab whatever toys you think you'll want to use, though honestly you shouldn't try to multitask because by the time you've located two of your favorite dildos you look rabid with the foam coming out the corners of your mouth.

"Hey there, Cujo, you're looking fine this evening."

"Hrruru" you mumble through the toothpaste at the pair of arms coming up from behind you to encircle your waist. Frankie chuckles and kisses the back of your ear before tossing another toy into the running water: a small silicone egg. Cheeky.

"I can't find the cap to your vibrator, have you seen it?"

"Iz n th' shwr"

"I looked in the shower it's not- oh I see it. Nevermind." Frankie snags the vibe cap from the shower caddy and tosses it into the sink as well, avoiding your punishing glare that's telling him he needs to get his eyes checked. "Love you."

You grunt skeptically right as the toothbrush finishes its cycle, buzzing a pattern that tells you it's time to clear the sink. Frankie grabs everything -as well as a towel- and heads to the bedroom, leaving you to finish up your routine; but just as one man leaves the bathroom, another one enters.

"Mrrow?"

"Hi Elvis."

"Brrt mrrrow?"

"No the water is off now I'm done brushing my-"

"Bthurrr mrAH!"

"Ok ok geez, Whatever you say, your majesty." You turn the sink back on just enough for a trickle and pat the old black cat on the rump while he drinks straight from the tap. There's no arguing with him.

"Are you talkin' to that cat again?"

"He's thirsty."

"His water bowl is full, I filled it up when I got dinner 'round for Daisy."

"You try telling that to the King." You say as you enter the bedroom, tugging off your Mandalorian t-shirt from Target and dumping it unceremoniously in the dirty clothes bin. You don't miss the way Frankie immediately turns around like he didn't just watch your breasts tumble out before his very eyes. You know it's been his favorite sight for years, no matter how much they've started losing the war with gravity.

He can feel your eyes boring a hole in his skull while he distracts himself fluffing a towel across the bed, debating for a moment if he's going to need more than one with what he's gonna do to you. The answer comes in the form of you chucking another balled up towel on the bed, and receiving an incredulous smirk for your forwardness. "Oh, so it's gonna be like that, huh?"

"Mmhmm." You hum into the space between his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his waist to press your breasts into his back. "Need you to make a mess of me tonight, daddy."

He half snorts, half chokes; a laugh tripping over the feet of embarrassment. "I ain't a daddy yet, babygirl, but I'm guessing you're gonna make me change that?"

Frankie thinks he's funny, but you've been trying to 'make him a daddy' now for almost two years, and you can't afford to waste a single egg, especially since you’re having a surge right now. They happen so quickly that you missed the last couple, and knowing you missed your window often left you with a lingering feeling of heartbreak; something you were trying to avoid having to experience again. "Frankie, you know how much I want to-"

"I'm just teasing you, sweetheart." He interrupts, turning around in your embrace to face you, wrapping his own strong arms around your hips. "I want it, too. But first I gotta get you nice an' opened up, think we have enough time to do that first?" The pleading arch of his brows softens when you nod, and he rewards you with a kiss to your forehead. "Then let me take care of you, gorgeous."

Frankie's thick thumbs dig into the waistband of your ploppy, flannel house pants, dragging them down along with your laundry day underwear, exposing your bare skin to the chill of the bedroom. Goosebumps prickle on your thighs, making the hair stand straight up to tickle Frankie's palms a bit while he soothes the cold away. For a moment you consider turning the thermostat up, but if you do that by the end of the festivities you'll be sweating through the sheets, so it's up to him to keep you warm tonight.

"Fuck me, you're beautiful, you know that?" Frankie muses, that familiar awestruck tone still present even after years of knowing your body. The bed creaks when he sits back on it, wanting a moment to appreciate his wife before he gets down to business.

"No, you." You chide as if deflecting does you any good, but all it does is earn you a bemused tsk as your husband drags his broad hands up your thighs to your hips, splaying his fingers wide over the soft flesh, imagining the bruises he could so easily leave. You watch him take you in, the darkening swirl in his eyes growing like a summer storm with every inch his fingers touch.

His love for you is etched in every crinkle around his eyes, in the way his lip pulls in between his teeth, in the slight tilt of his head; little movements writing wordless poetry to the goddess standing before him. Frankie takes a moment to lean in and kiss your belly, a silent prayer to the altar of fertility he's about to worship, hoping his offering will take.

-Scratch scratch scratch-

"Elvis! Stop clawing at the bed!" You scold, interrupting Frankie’s ritual of devotion. The living beanbag skitters away down the hallway with his half-crooked tail high in the air, claws tearing up the carpet as he flies. "Did you at least turn off the water?"

No, of course he didn't. He's a cat.

"You want me to get rid of him yet? He destroys everything, plus he stinks."

"Leave him alone, he's my stinky bastard man and I love him, even if his breath smells like death." The tone you use with Frankie is the same one you used to scold Elvis. "I'll get the water."

" I could drop him off on a farm, he'd love it…"

"No!!"

"Birds to chase, fence posts to pee on…"

"Frankie I swear!"

When you return to the bedroom Frankie has scooted up the bed, still dressed in his Grill Sergeant tank top and blue jeans while you stand there naked except for your socks. He beckons you to him with a pat pat pat on the towels laid out next to him. "C'mere, lay next to me."

“You gonna take your clothes off yet?”

He turns away, slightly bashful. “I’m chilly.”

“How do you think I feel?” You grab one of the blankets that’s fallen to the floor and drape it around yourself like a cape before crawling up onto the bed. “At least take your pants off.”

Frankie reluctantly agrees and pulls his stained jeans off, kicking them somewhere into the room that’s nowhere near the dirty clothes bin. Free of the denim he stretches himself out, his shirt riding up and exposing his tummy. You can’t help yourself, you just have to reach an inquisitive hand over to touch his bare skin, making him jump at the contact.

“Can I help you?”

“Bell-eh.” You say softly, brushing your fingertips through the sparse dark hair growing in a line down from his naval towards your ultimate goal of the night. Mr. Wiggler is currently still soft and well hidden inside Frankie’s boxer-briefs, but he’ll get his turn. It’s tummy time, baby.

“I need to lose weight.”

“No you do not. You look perfect.” you punctuate your adoration with a handful of kisses to his wonderfully soft middle, giggling a bit at the way his treasure trail tickles your nose.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around.” He reaches for you and pulls you down onto the bed, flipping you under him. “When did you last shower?”

“This morning.”

“Perfect.” He dives for your lips, kissing you hastily. “Does my pretty baby want me to eat her out?”

“Yes!”

“Nuh-uh uh, yes who?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“That’s better.” Eyes full of mischief, he kisses his way down your chin and jaw, nipping at your neck and collar bone in a mock-threatening way. He wants to leave marks there, bright purple blooms for all the world to see that you're his wife, and only he gets to pleasure you. But if you go to work with visible hickies your stupid coworkers will never let you hear the end of it, so he knows if he wants to leave marks, they’ll have to be lower.

He pulls the blanket down away from you as he goes, revealing you inch by inch to his lips, his hands, his teeth. Your skin prickles under him from the sensation as well as the chill, but at this rate you’ll be toasty in no time. He makes it to your breasts -his favorite part of your body- and sucks marks into the hills framing his face. Closing his eyes, his face softens with each kiss to the pillowy flesh, the creases above his cheeks disappearing entirely when he sucks a nipple into his hot wet mouth.

“Frankie…” the whisper of his name catches in the back of your throat on its escape, the weight of it tilting your head back, but only for a moment. Frankie sucking your tits is one of your favorite things to watch; his face serene, eyes closed, the crescent moon of his nose dimpling the fat each time he presses his face into you. The other breast of course is never left wanting, its tip rolled between two calloused fingertips in tandem with his mouth.

The thoughts that come during this moment are predictable, but still flush your body with heat. Eventually one of these times his seed will take, and your body will fill out all over, your breasts growing heavy with sweet milk for Frankie’s baby to grow big and strong on, but before they’re born someone will have to help you alleviate the pressure.

And you know exactly who that will be.

“I can’t wait for you to drink from me…”

Frankie’s eyes fly open at that, a swollen nipple caught between his lips. There’s a heat creeping across his cheeks, flushing his sun-bronze skin. It’s endearing when he looks up at you like this, so innocent and sweet, and you can’t help combing your fingers through his hair. He hums at the touch and pulls off your tit with a wet pop. “Fuck I can’t wait to taste you. Gonna be so sweet.”

“I got somethin’ for you to taste.” you tease with a wiggle of your trapped hips, grinding yourself on his sternum.

“I’m getting there.” Frankie steals one more kiss to your boob and finally shimmies down far enough to push himself between your legs, his own hanging off the bed. “Open up for me, baby.”

You hoist your legs up for him, using his shoulders as leverage and noticing for the first time that your socks don’t match. Frankie, oblivious to your sock conundrum, gets himself comfortable in front of your cunt, using his nose to nudge your mound; his way of demanding that you hold yourself open. Sliding your hands down between your legs, you take a moment to cup his cheek and make a smooching noise at him -a long distance kiss- and spread your folds out for him.

He rests his face on the backs of your knuckles and inhales. It’s obscene the way his back lifts with the swell of his lungs, and the strength of it makes you self conscious. The way your thighs tighten around his head in defense is involuntary, but Frankie is strong, and pushes them right back. “Oh no you don't, you smell too good.”

“You’re weird, Frank.”

“You like it.”

“Y-yeah-ah!” Your words are cut off quickly by the dart of his tongue, the nimble muscle flicking rudely at your clit.

“Hm? I didn’t -mlem- quite -mlem- catch -mlem- that?”

“Frankie!”

“Hehehe.” The villain stuffs himself back into your cunt, giggling like a naughty child. You sigh and let him work, his tongue and mouth perfectly adapted to bringing you to your first stop on the midnight pleasure train.

Eyes closed, you focus on how Frankie feels. The rounds of cheeks nudge the backs of your hands each time he presses into you, his beautiful nose bumping your sensitive pearl whenever he dives deeper, plunging the dexterous tip of his tongue into your soaked cunt to gather the arousal he’s earned and dragging back up to where you want it most. His bristly mustache tickles anywhere it touches, your hands, your lips, your inner thighs. It must be getting long, he should probably trim it a bit, otherwise when he kisses you you'll end up with a mouth full of hair.

Come to think of it, he hasn't had a hair cut in a while, and though his curls are to die for, they look silly sticking out from under his hat once it gets too long. Or maybe he could grow it out so long you could braid it. That would look funny, Frankie with braids.

Thinking about his hair makes you peep an eye open, and unexpectedly you have to try not to laugh. Frankie has bent his legs upwards so his weight is more centered on the bed, but from your vantage point it seems that he's grown a pair of Shrek ears out the top of his head. There's a hole in the toe of his left sock, one little piggy on the loose. Oh my god he needs new socks.

It's in the middle of this distraction that an orgasm makes its sudden climb. Maybe it was the lack of focus, or maybe there's some unaddressed secret fantasies you need to look into. Either way, your body seizes, every muscle from neck to calf going tighter than a guitar string. Frankie knows this is the signal to slurp, making delightfully disgusting noises as he draws out your climax.

"F-Fran-Frankie! Ah! Oh… oh… OUCH! Charlie horse!!!" Your orgasmic bliss is fucking demolished by a wickedly strong cramp in your hip muscle, making your leg go ramrod straight. Frankie grabs it immediately and guides it over his shoulder, holding it for you until the cramp passes.

"Did you take your magnesium today?" He asked over the curve of your stomach, his brow quirked accusingly.

"....no."

"You're supposed to take your magnesium-"

"Yes I know I know! Bite me- wait no- don't actually- HEY!"

Honestly you should know better, but if you can't remember to take your vitamins how can you be expected to remember Frankie loves to take you literally? His sharp canines sink greedily into the flesh of the inner thigh that wasn't cramped, certain to leave a mark of conquest. Your husband chuckles and sucks the spit off your skin before appraising your pussy. "Damn you're soaked, babygirl." He muses, pushing a long, rough finger into you to get a feel. "Feels like you need a good stretch. Which one do you want, blue or green?"

"Hmm…. Blue!"

"You got it." Frankie says with one more kiss to your cooch before hopping off the bed and going to the bathroom to wash off his face. When he returns, he finally tugs his shirt off -again completely missing the dirty clothes hamper- and crawls into bed next to you. Though its winter, his farmer's tan is still exceptionally visible.

On the nightstand among your collection of toys are two dildos - one blue and one green. The green one is longer and has a nice curve to it, but the blue one came from one of those monster cock websites people like to joke about, and the girth is wonderfully filling. However, it’s gonna need a shitload of lube, no matter how good Frankie eats you out.

"Is the lube warmed up yet?"

"Uh… I, uh, couldn't find the heating pad…"

You look around the room for all of three seconds. "You mean that heating pad? The one I can see in the closet?"

Frankie squirts a big glob of frosty lube on the end of the big bad blue and lines it up with your entrance, pushing it in before you can keep chastising him. The lube is freezing, and you can't help the girly squeal you make at first contact.

"Shush, it'll warm up." He says, gently pushing the toy deeper. It warms up quickly inside you, but that doesn't stop you from glaring at the man with the icicle dick. With a few careful thrusts, Frankie gets the toy situated inside you, then moves to adjust himself. With you on your back, he pulls you into the crook of his arm and tight against his chest. "Ready?"

"Almost, I need my vibe." Stretchy time is fun, but it's exhausting for both of you trying to get off from penetration alone, so Frankie grabs your wand vibe from his pile of treasures to hand to you. It's multifunctional, but truthfully you only ever use the intensity settings, ignoring the vibration pattern settings unless you hit the wrong button on accident, which happens frequently.

You take the vibe from him and nuzzle into the plush of his chest, taking a deep inhale of his armpit while you're there - if he can be gross, so can you. He smells like a hard working man, sweat and musk and long hours in the workshop. Somewhere hidden is the faint scent of wood smoke and pine. It's a little stinky, but familiar and safe. A primordial part of your brain has labeled this scent as ‘home’. Ah, true love. "Ok, ready!"

Frankie hums and dips his forehead to yours, a sweet gesture that not only connects him to the love of his life, but also distracts you from him grabbing the base of the dildo.

He wraps his strong fingers around it and slams home, pushing your whole body up the bed, held in place by his other arm. A growl reverberates low in his throat as he slides the toy back out, adoring the wet suck that comes with it. Lube splurts out of you when he thrusts in again and again, making a sinful symphony of slaps, squelches and squeals.

The ache is marvelous, but not enough, so you click your vibe on and press it to your clit while Frankie fucks you through it. The jolt of pleasure makes your back arch and tremble, your body threatening to squirm away, but surrounded by your loving fortress there's no escape.

"Ah! Ah! Yes! F-Frankie!" You whine and moan, panting breathlessly into the small space between you, fanning steam against his face. These sounds you make are performative, but not false. Alone, you're silent when you bring yourself pleasure, a vibrator lazily stuffed between your thighs, maybe making you grunt or huff at best. But now, enjoying pleasure in tandem, communication is key. You've trained Frankie's ears -whether he realizes it or not- to understand your needs. It's a flawless symbiosis: you get an orgasm, and he gets to hear you sing.

"That's it baby,” he purrs mindlessly, his actions more devout than his words. “Take me so well, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Ah, ah fuck yeah, that’s it. That’s it… umph… ah… ah! Grrr….yes!”

Oh. You tricky bastard.

He’s not even hard, but the sounds he’s making do exactly for you what your moans do for him. It’s debauched, but it fucking works. Everything is so noisy: the vibrator, the slap of the dildo making a huge wet mess of your cunt, your mewling and his growling. You wonder how much of it the neighbors are hearing.

“Yes! Frankie yes!! Ah-almost! Keep… ah!....AH!!”

“BARK! BARK BARK BARK BARK!!”

Are you fucking kidding me.

“Daisy!” The two of you yell in unison right as you cum, again fucking up your orgasm for the second time. The force of your clench shoots the dildo out of you, landing in a wet puddle on the towels under your ass.

“Bar-rar-rar-rar! WOOF!” Daisy, your gigantic German shepherd, has come to rescue you from the onslaught of your evil husband, Captain Fartsalot! She heard your cries of agony and sprung into action, ready to bite the n’ere’-do-well on the keister! She’s in the doorway, butt in the air, front paws down, tail wagging; and though she’s seen her parents do this innumerable times, she still gets up in arms. “Bark!!”

“Daisy! Go lay down!” Frankie pants, trying to shoo the dog away as if she’s not ninety-eight pounds of pure stubbornness. Like her father. She barks once more and trots into the living room, defeated but not undeterred, and will probably destroy one of his shoes out of spite. Laughing and sweating, Frankie flops over on his back to catch his breath. “That damn dog, I swear.”

“She takes after her dad, you know.”

“Pfft, no, she’s her mama's girl. I know she ain’t all bark, there’s bite, too.”

Covered in lube and your own cum, you kick the dildo off the bed -fuck it- and roll onto your side. “Alright, big boy, if you say so. What can I do for you now?”

“You sure you don’t want another round? I still got the green one.”

“Nah, We’ll just get barked at again.”

“Yes ma’am, if you say so. Do you mind-?” He gestures down at his groin, underwear still in place. There’s the tiniest spec of a precum stain, but the exertion of getting you off required all the blood in his body, sparing none for Mr. Wiggler.

Your turn!

“Gonna have to take your chonies off, dorkus.” you sit up on your knees and start digging into the waistband of his shorts, but he’s quick to assist you before your velociraptor talons claw the delicate skin on his hips to ribbons. You wonder why you even have a dirty clothes bin in the bedroom, because once again Frankie’s clothes go flying into the unknown when he finally gets all the way naked.

Just like him staring at your boobs, this is a sight you’ll never not enjoy seeing. Frankie is manly, but not in the ways that Cosmo tells you a man should be. His chest and shoulders are broad and strong -like the rest of him, but his middle is soft and kissable. There’s a handful of silvery stretch marks running down his hips, made even more noticeable by the fact that this man flat out refuses to wear shorts, so he’s pale under his jeans -even with his heritage. His legs are strong and well muscled, but have little fat on them, and are dusted with dark, almost black hair that grows all the way down to his ankles. He still has his socks on, but you know once he takes those off you’ll be able to see the line his boots have worn into his skin, leaving him hairless from the ankle down.

Frankie is a patchwork of colors and textures, and not all of them are conventionally attractive, but to you they’re the most beautiful things you’ve ever laid eyes on. This scar right here was from when he slipped pushing your car out of a ditch, and this muscle line is from putting in long hours at the shop. And that right there? That little roll between his groin and his tummy? The one that divots under his belly button? He has that because someone loves him and makes sure he gets plenty to eat so he can be happy and healthy.

I wonder who that could be.

“What’er you starin’ at?” Frankie asks sheepishly, big doe eyes mixed with curiosity and shame. Self conscious.

“Just the most handsome man ever.” You say, leaning up to kiss his plush lips. He smiles under you and reaches up to cradle your jaw, a soft hum escaping his lips into yours. You let your kiss linger there a moment and then work your way down. A kiss to each cheek, his jaw, the curve of his Adam’s apple. That one you nibble on a bit, threatening just enough to make him shiver. His collarbone is next, then the plane of his chest, and each of his nipples for good measure.

A little whine escapes his throat at that, one that instantly flushes his cheeks and makes him divert his eyes. Unwilling to lose your audience, you lap at his sensitive bud again, his eyes swiveling back down to you. In his mind that’s his job, and though he’s shared your bed for years now, he still has a hard time coming to terms with the fact you’re always willing to reciprocate.

Down you continue, over his fuzzy tummy and past his naval, skirting his cock and balls for the moment. Where his pelvis dips is a tender, sensitive spot -one that he gets very defensive about, so of course you kiss there too. He convulses under you, nervous and skittish, but knowing you mean him no harm. This is all part of the game.

Propped up on your hands, you press a kiss to one hip, and then the other, lingering a while longer on the second kiss before moving over his cock. He needs a trim, the chestnut tuft at the base of his treasure trail curls in little spirals over his groin, his slightly-hard dick just barely peeking out.

Again Frankie gets self conscious, he’s read enough dirty romance novels to know he should be standing at full attention right now, but that’s not how bodies work, especially after using all his energy to make you squirt. That’s good for you though, now you get all the fun of making him hard.

His soft cock fits much more easily in your mouth, and Frankie groans loudly at the heat. Already you can feel his heartbeat pulse in his member, but that doesn’t stop you from sucking and kneading him with your tongue, massaging up his erection. As soon as he’s hard enough, you slip your tongue into his sheath, lapping at the extra-sensitive tip of an uncut man.

Frankie moans at the touch, bucking his hips into your eager mouth, but the sound he makes is cut off abruptly when you pull yourself off. “Wh- what’s wrong?”

“Lint.” You say, picking a piece off your tongue.

“Oh fuck I’m sor- ah! Shit you can stop if I-I’m dirt-dirt… oh… oh baby….”

A little lint’s not gonna stop you from getting your man hard, is it? No! You dive right back down, taking his half-mast into the cavern of your mouth, suckling and slurping with gusto. Frankie is in heaven, his legs squirm under you, hands fisting your hair, breath coming in ragged pants. The salty taste of precum sparks electrically in your mouth, and you fist the base of his dick to pull his sheath down slightly, exposing the flush red head. Shiny and wet with precum and spit, you lick it eagerly, turning Frankie into a whining, whimpering mess.

“Fuck I love your mouth, b-baby girl, y-you’re too good to…ah… to me.”

“Mmhmm.” You purr around a mouthful of cock, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks to get him to full hardness. A slight pressure on the back of your head encourages you all the way to his base, pushing your nose into his tuft of hair. The scent of him is strongest here, and you -ya nasty- inhale the musk of your man, letting it pool heat back in your cunt. Maybe it’s because you’re ovulating, but your hindbrain is screaming for him, crying out for your mate to breed you.

His cock throbs against the back of your throat, and just in time too, your jaw is starting to hurt -plus if he gets any deeper you’ll be looking at dinner again. You pull off of him with an obscenely wet suck, dragging the back of your hand across your mouth to wipe off the spit and precum that’d dribbled down your chin. Frankie’s member pulsates in time with his heartbeat, performing a mating dance just for you.

You lean back on your haunches and stretch, eyeing your prize. “Well, my love, where do you want me?”

Frankie looks at you in a mixture of awe and exhaustion from where he’s been waffle-ironed into the bed. “Can you get on top?”

“Of course.” You haul yourself up and kiss him while you reorient your body, swinging a leg over top of him and lining his cock up with your sloppy hole. Lips pressed to his, you slowly, carefully sink down, swallowing him inch by average inch. Wide open and stretchy, Frankie disappears inside you with ease, and though he doesn’t match up to your toys size-wise, the burning passion of your love blazes in the hearth of your body like coming home on a winter's day.

“H-hang on…” Frankie stammers, scooting his hips down the bed further and pulling the pillow out from under his head. Somehow that makes it in the clothes bin. Amazing. You move with him, holding his chest for support when you feel something rumble under your hands. It creeps from under your thighs and up his chest, and Frankie is only a split second quick enough to burp into his fist instead of your face. “Ok, I’m good.”

You’re not given a second to sass him before he digs his heels into the bed and thrusts, lifting you up with his hips. The force knocks you forward, sandwiching your chests together. He kisses you between thrusts, sloppy and wet, trying to focus on too many things at once. You hold yourself up over him and burrow your face into the crook of his neck, squishing him under you. Frankie’s broad hands scoop your asscheeks easily, holding you up and open for himself, so all you really have to do is not fall over. The slap slap slap of him filling you echoes in the bedroom, but isn’t loud enough to summon Daisy the Destroyer a second time.

It does, however, steadily start to slow down.

Slapslapslap slap..slap… slap… slap…

“Y’ok?”

Frankie belches again, this time directly in your ear. “Full of lasagna…”

You snort a laugh, “Well shit why didn’t you say so to begin with?”

“I didn’t wanna get up.”

“Pfft, you want me to get you some Tums, old man?”

“No, I can take something when we get back up.” He says, helping you up off him.

“Want me on my knees or back?”

“Back, my knees have been bothering me.”

“Ok, grandpa.” Before you manage to flop onto your back, Frankie swats you on the ass for that as he scoots into position, sinking easily to the hilt once he has you under him again.

“Respect your elders.” he scolds with a punishing thrust, bottoming out when his hips go flush with yours. He has good leverage like this, using his full weight to plow you into the bed, which incidentally also reminds you that you also had lasagna.

Something knocks against your thigh while Frankie goes to town, and you reach down to grab your vibrator with the intent to chuck it on the bedside table, only to find the table already occupied.

Elvis, the little perv, is just sitting there. Watching.

Cats are weird.

You spare Elvis having to share his spot and chuck the vibrator on the floor with the rest of the night accouterments, grabbing onto Frankie for all your worth. The sweat of his chest sticks to yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you, keeping you in the perfect spot for his cock to kiss your cervix at every crescendo. Hot lasagna breath pants hard in your ear, teeth scraping your throat menacingly as he nears his own climax.

“Fuck-fuckin’ close, baby. Gonna… gonna f-fuck… fuck a baby into you. You want that? Tell me. Beg me. Beg me to f-”

- wrrrr… wrrrr… wrrrr… wrrrr…-

Son of a bitch. You can hear your vibrator going off somewhere in the room, loudly; and strangely enough it’s picked one of those patterns you don’t even use. You try to ignore it, but the sound is grating enough to get your adrenaline flowing in the wrong sort of way, because it doesn’t exactly sound like your toy.

It sounds like a phone.

“Are you shittin’ me?” Frankie barks as he looks over to the bedside table where Elvis is sitting on your phone. “Your phone’s ringin’”

“I don’t care-”

“It’s your mom.”

“FUCK.” You groan as you slap the table, scaring the cat off your phone and nearly dropping it on your face. Mom only calls in an emergency. “Hey mom, what’s up?”

“HI SWEETHEART, HOW ARE YOU?”

“I’m fine, what’s up why are you yelling?”

“I’M ON SPEAKERPHONE, ARE YOU BUSY?”

You glance up at your husband’s big brown eyes, sweat glistening in his furrowed brow, resisting with every fibre of his being not to plow you into the bed and pump you full of cum. “I’m in the bathroom, mom, are you ok?”

“DO YOU WANT ANYTHING FROM COSTCO? I’M HERE NOW.”

Are you fucking kidding me. Above you, Frankie huffs dejectedly and resumes seeking his own pleasure, gently sliding himself in and out of you. He bites his lower lip trying to keep quiet, but the bedsprings are already starting to squeak. Keep the conversation going. “Uh… no I think we’re good…”

“THEY HAVE THOSE YOGURTS YOU LIKE ON SALE.”

“You know what, yeah I’ll take some yogurts. And you know what, can you grab some of those socks Frankie likes? The long ones? His are getting holes in them.”

“YEAH I CAN GRAB HIM SOME SOCKS, WHAT’S HE UP TO TODAY? DOES HE HAVE THE DAY OFF?”

Frankies eyebrows swaggle into that cocky Dreamworks tilt, the one that says ‘go on, tell her what we’re up to,’ punctuating his mischief with a stronger thrust.

“Frankie quit it, Yeah he’s home today, he’s playing video games.”

“OH GOOD, WELL TELL HIM I SAID HI.”

“Hi, Ma.”

“OH HI FRANKIE, ARE YOU IN THE BATHROOM TOO?”

“Ok bye mom, thanks for the socks, love you!!” You miss the days when the phone could be hung up abruptly, the red sliding button just not cutting it anymore. It does make a pretty satisfying sound when you clunk it down on the table, though. “Frankie you turd! My mother doesn’t need to know we’re having sex right now!”

“What? She’s the one who keeps asking about grandbabies. Might as well be honest.”

“Oh my god, Francisco!” you chide with a laugh, swatting at the man with his dick still buried in your snatch. He laughs and deflects you, pinning your arms above your head and finally, finally giving you that good dickin’ down.

“That’s right, say my name, babygirl. Scream it, make the neighbors hear it.”

-scratch scratch scratch-

“ELVIS!”

“I said my name!”

It’s chaos. It’s messy and weird and there’s always some nonsense happening well beyond your control, but hey, that’s life.

“Harder, Frankie, come on, big boy, I know you can make me cum one more time.”

He knows he can, too, and though his knees are already starting to ache, he knows if he leans back perpendicular to your hips, he can hit your sweet spot and send you over the moon.

So he does.

Beefy arms wrap under your knees so he can slam home unhindered, determined to fill your belly before the next godforsaken interruption. The blunt head of his cock drags wonderfully over that sinful patch of nerves deep inside, charming out your final climax in time with his own.

He can feel it, the tingle spilling down his spine, the heat flushing his face. He’s close, and by the way your pussy has him in a death grip, so are you.

Your orgasm hits with a squelch, soaking Frankie’s entire groin right as he falls over the edge with you. His face is too pretty not to watch, eyes screwed shut, teeth bared, the furrow between his brow trying to carve into his brain; and then it all relaxes. Plush lips fall open in an ‘o’, pulling every wrinkle and crease flat across his gorgeous, sweat-streaked visage.

Getting to watch your husband sail into rapturous ecstasy is almost enough to distract you from the little spoot of cum that came with it.

Almost, but not quite.

You can feel it, your cunt hot and thobbing and fucking soaked, coiled around Frankie to milk him for all he’s got; but apparently all that effort got you maybe a teaspoon of fresh baby batter. You little shit.

“Frankie…”

“Yes my love?” He’s practically glowing, panting heavily, dripping with sweat. His dark chocolate locks stick to his brow, though you can see them bouncing ever so slightly from the strength of his heartbeat. He needs to take his blood pressure meds.

“Did you jerk off yesterday?”

Oh, those great big eyes of his, so wide you can see the whites all the way around. Caught. “No…” He lies, avoiding your glare, but in turning his head away you can see his ears turning flush. “...yes.”

“Francisc- mmph!” He cuts you off with a bruising kiss, laying his entire body over yours and letting his cock slip out of you, followed immediately by a gush of cum. Neither of you care about the mess, caught up in the post-orgamsic bliss that lingers in under your skin like a tangle of live wires, sparking electrically with every touch.

“I couldn’t help it, I missed you, and you were at work… and…oh…” His excuses are cut off by you dragging your nails gently down his ultra-sensitive back, resisting the urge to pick the bumps that catch under your nails. Later. “Fu-uck that feels…so… goood…” Getting his back scratched after he cums is almost better than the orgasm itself, and he lets you know that with a series of moans and groans you’ve only heard in pornos.

“You’re a naughty boy, Frank, but I love you anyway.”

“Love…you…mmph… ooh yeah that’s it riiiight there… Ahh!” You hit the perfect spot on his back and scratch the hell out of it, surely leaving bright red streaks in your wake. As soon as his post-sex itchyness goes away, he flops off of you and onto his back, giving you a much needed breath of fresh air.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Frankie rolls over to the last of his treasure pile and finds the squishy egg, popping it up into you quickly before any more cum can spill out. “There, that feel ok?” He smiles from ear to ear when you nod, the rounds of his cheeks squishing his eyes into beautiful crescents. “Good.” He rolls onto his side, dragging a broad palm over your tummy with loving reverence. The edges of his eyes go soft, unable to hide his adoration for you even in the slightest. “You’re going to be so beautiful all full of my baby.”

“Francisco…” Scalding heat flares across your face, the embarrassment creeping so deeply that it almost burns.

“I mean it, and I want it. I’m excited to be your baby daddy.” He scoops you to his chest, tangling his long arms and legs around you like a big sweaty octopus. “You’re gonna be so cute, with your belly all big and round. Waddlin’ around the house like a duck. Call you my little patito, quack quack quack!”

Ah, the post-sex sillies have set in. Fantastic. “You’re a goober.”

“Yup,” he chirps, pulling you impossibly closer. “But I’m your goober.”

“Yes you are, and I wouldn’t have you any other way.” You smush a kiss to his sticky forehead as his breathing already starts to slow, the inevitable after-nut nap starting to drag him down. In about a half hour you’ll both unstick from each other, throw the cat off where he’s probably going to flop down on top of you, and stagger into the shower to wash the cum off.

You hope it takes, but even if it doesn’t, there’s always precious moments like this to have together. To have and to hold, as your vows swore, no matter what the universe throws at you, because you’ll always have the other to love and cherish. Life is messy and wild and batshit insane, but with someone at your side who you know without a doubt is always in your corner, you can tackle anything!

And, if not, there’s always lasagna.

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[rinstars]

holiday juice

pairing: suna x reader

genre: just pure holiday smut heh

word count: 1.6k+

tags: slight somnophilia(?), praise + degradation, squirting, orgasm denial, overstimulation, size kink, daddy kink

note: please reblog! i wrote this on a whim oopsie so it’s not that good but nevertheless, merry christmas and happy holidays! here’s a little gift from suna <3

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you woke up before he did, making you look over to him for a moment, memorizing his pretty sleeping face. the sheet covering your naked bodies is so thin that the outline of his cock is so visible, making you shudder in desire. your fingers reached up to trace gentle lines on his face – tracing his beautiful eyes, sharp nose, strong jaw.

he looks so pure and sweet like this. nothing like the suna you had last night, pinning you so hard into the bed by the waist, making a bruise form from where his fingers had been. his eyes turning into an animalistic glare as he pounds his cum back into your pussy to prevent it from leaking out.

“don’t you fucking dare let a single drop slip out.” he threatens you, pretty slim hands wrapped loosely around your neck with hips moving at an incredible pace. “take me, fuck, baby, take it like you always do.”

“r-rin, i’m so full.” you whimper as you feel his seed fill you up to the brim. you internally curse yourself at the way you’re clenching so hard, making it even more difficult to keep the cum from leaking. he whispers a string of “no’s” as he continues fucking his cum into you.

suna grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him and his narrowing eyes. the way he’s looking at you with so much intensity make you cream even harder, gripping into his shoulders. you let out a cry of pain at how much he’s overstimulating your sensitive cunt but he just pushes your mouth open with his thumb and spit into it.

“don’t you dare fucking swallow.” he hisses with a glare but it was all too much with his fingers circling your clit. you arch into the bed and scream out, accidentally swallowing his spit in the process.

your eyes widened in fear as you pleaded with tears, “daddy, please, i-i’m sorry i didn’t mean it, a-ah it’s because you feel so good, daddy, please.”

your begging falls on deaf ears as suna pulls out of you all of a sudden and flipped you over in all fours, your ass up in the air.

he doesn’t slam back into you like you hoped he would. instead, he takes his time looking at your wet pussy from the new found angle. his finger running up and down your folds, collecting your moisture and spreading it around your inner thighs, makingit glisten. “so wet, so sloppy. fuck, princess, you’re taking daddy’s fat cock so well, huh?”

you push your behind in an attempt to get his fingers inside you but his other hand pushes you back by the hips, making you groan out in need. “hmm yes daddy, all for you. please take me, again, please.” you agree and beg with a choke in your voice as tears threaten to spill from your eyes at how difficult he’s being.

“so pretty begging like that.” his fingers snake around your waist, pulling you up to him so his chest is pressed against your back. he kissed your jaw from behind and caressed your breasts before pinching your hardened nipple, making you jump out in both pain and pleasure.

from the back, you feel him grab his cock again, teasing his tip back into your folds while you wait… but it doesn’t go beyond that. he just keeps teasing the crown of his cock into you, never filling you up with all of him.

“r-rin, please go all t-the way in.” you stutter as you try to turn your head to face him. his grip on your neck tightens, preventing you from moving your head in any direction.

“no, no, baby. you keep disobeying me, right? that’s all you get. you stay still and be my little cumdump.” he coos sarcastically, sucking on the skin behind your ear as he repeatedly teases you with the tip of his cock.

your tears didn’t stop the whole night. he really didn’t give in and teased you all the way to the end. he was the only one who got to cum, fulfilling his promise of making you his cumdump as you feel the stickiness travel down your thighs. when you sob at him and begged him to do you too, he ignores you and just tells you he’s too tired for another round.

“rin, i d-didn’t get to c-cum.” you pout at him, sobbing in the crook of his neck.

he just kissed your temples and murmured lazily in your ears. “pretty girl, that’s what happens to little sluts like you who can’t follow orders.”

he pulled away and looked at you with a smirk, eyes hooded and dropped in a lazy stare. he grabs your jaw and goes in for one last kiss for the night, his tongue forcing its way into yours. he bites your lips after a while, making you moan out in pleasure and attempt to climb onto his lap.

but he refuses you again.

“sleep, baby. that’s all you get from me.” was the last words he said before he pulled the covers over his body and signaled you to do the same.

you tear up at the memory. you wanted to feel his cock around you one more time last night but he just put you on the edge, never finishing you off.

as you stare at his resting cock beneath the sheets, you can make out image of the veins lining his length along with the head he used to tease you all night. your pussy can’t help but drip in arousal, making you reach below and grip his thick cock into your small hands.

he’s so long, so pretty, and so fat. your hands couldn’t wrap around it completely so you always had to use both hands.

you stroke it lightly and spit in your hands to give it more slick, feeling it slowly harden beneath your touch as the veins became more and more prominent and the tip turns into a red blush. you start pumping him slowly, hearing him whimper and squirm in his sleep.

you moan out at how hot he looks and you attempt to go faster. but a sudden strong grip on your wrist made you jump and halt. you looked up to see suna glaring at you with his foxy eyes. “what are you doing?”

you cower underneath his gaze, licking your lips in nervousness. “sorry i just.. i want you, daddy.”

you looked up at him through your lashes as leaned back on the bed, supporting your weight with your elbows while you spread your legs in front of him to show him your cunt. all glistening and sloppy from how wet you’ve been since the moment you woke up.

his eyes dropped to stare at your pussy and you don’t miss the way his cock twitched for a second and the hunger that flashed in his gaze. “this early in the morning? what a fucking cockslut for daddy.”

he held out his hand to you to pull you closer for a kiss. you took his hand and kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip as his fingers travel from your waist to your ass, spreading it open. you run a hand through his hair as you whisper some begging into his lips.

“rinnie, please fuck me?"  you desperately ask as he smirks against your lips and tapped your hip, making you pull out from this kiss and lay on the bed beneath him.

he stared at your spasming cunt for a second, watching it clench into nothing as he strokes his cock with his fingers. my little cocksleeve, he thought as slammed into your pussy with so much force. his balls making a sound as it slapped into your ass over and over. you scream out at the feeling of his fat cock suddenly filling you up.

"t-too big. shit.” you squirm as tears line your eyes. you always needed a moment to adjust whenever he enters you for the first time, slowly making yourself comfortable as you struggle to accommodate his huge cock in your small cunt.

but this time, he slammed all of him into you all at once.

“fuckfuckfuck.” he groans into your neck as he slowly builds up his pace, stuffing you full of his cock. you can almost feel him in your stomach.

admittedly, rintaro was also very frustrated at how he wasn’t able to go all the way in for the last night at your last round. but watching your face contort in need for his cock with tears staining your blushing cheeks was so fun, he couldn’t help it.

you clung to suna pathetically, sweaty body pressed against his chest as your breast keeps bouncing up and down with how hard he’s slamming into you. his mouth is by your ear, whispering both praises and degradation ranging from “oh, you look so pretty like this baby, taking in my cock like the sweet girl you are” to “daddy’s little cockslut is so desperate for it, huh? begging for my cock so early in the morning like the dumb whore that you are.” and it’s all so overwhelming.

you feel a coil in your stomach, one that feels different from what you usually feel when you’re about to come undone beneath him. your body trembled from pleasure as suna reached between your bodies and repeatedly flicked your clit, abusing it till it’s all sore and red.

your pussy tightens around him, clenching him so hard like you don’t want to ever let him go. you can feel all of him now. every single vein rubbing in your walls, shaping you into the shape of his cock.

“baby, you’re too fucking t-tight.” he growled as he struggled to move in and out of you. “loosen up a little, fuck, i can’t… can’t move. shit.”

you try to loosen up a bit, try to relax. but it’s impossible when you feel his cock twitching inside you, signaling he’s as close as you are. suna drags his cock in and out of you with effort, making your walls clamp down for the last time as you feel an overwhelming surge of pleasure take all over.

you screamed his name, biting in his shoulders as you try to push him away. “rin, i-i’m gonna make a mess. i can’t take it, l-let go! ah, rin i’m gonna cum so messily, please, f-fuck.”

“yeah? then cum all over me, sweet girl. cum for me and make a mess.” he growled and bit your jaw one last time before he pulls away from you to stand upright and watch your pussy gush around him. your juices dripping all the way to his balls while his cock repeatedly gets coated in milky white cream.

with a squeal, your vision became blurry and your thighs shook as you let go and let your cum spray all over the both of you, wetting the sheets along with his chest. suna sloppily rocks into you a couple more times, chasing his high and then releasing a huge load into your hole, mixing it with your own juices.

“holy fuck, i just made you squirt you hard.” he spoke breathlessly, eyeing you with lustful eyes as he continues mindlessly rocking into you gently.

you giggled, reaching up to him for a hug. he lets you, leaning down so you can hug him by the neck as he peppers kisses all over your jaw. “you sure as hell did.”

he pulls away and lifted himself a little to look at you from above before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. you hum in satisfaction as you kiss him back, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness you feel between your thighs as his cum slowly leaks from your cunt.

“merry christmas, baby.”

“merry christmas, rin.”

note: merry christmas and happy holidays :D requests are open (both nsfw and sfw) and you can ask to be tagged by sending me a little ask if u want!

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[han-shinsuke]

h a n d h e r o v e r

f e m a l e r e a d e r 🌹

m i n o r s k e e p o u t

[ tags, smut, nsfw, anal, foursome, themes ]

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Without prior notice, he shows up in front of your dorm, dressed casually. You invite him inside but declined, telling you to come with him somewhere. You argue with him, insisting that you should change to something presentable but Bokuto seems to be in a rush so you have given up when he uses his puppy eyes. Inside his car, you keep checking your looks and it disappoints you. Unlike him, you look so ordinary. Well, you are someone insignificant. What’s the difference anyway?

“I’m gonna 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 you later, Y/N,” huh? you shot him a confused look at the use of some endearment.

You laugh awkwardly, “what, Kou?” he is your best friend and your secret crush.

“You look like a kid in your clothes and considering your height, you really look like 𝒐𝒏𝒆.” you pout your lips and he bursts out laughing.

It’s his fault! He didn’t even let you fix yourself! You were running around the University’s oval when he calls. Now, who’s fault it is that he’s being accompanied by a lady in core 5 inch shorts in black and a plain hoodie?

“Shut up, Kou. You’re annoying!”

After driving for almost an hour, Bokuto parks his car in front of Sakusa’s house.

Wait. Sakusa’s house?! You grab onto the belt when Bokuto tries mounting off the safety strap.

“Wait, Kou! Why the fuck are we here?!” you panic. Sakusa, you, and Oikawa are both in an unstable relationship. Not romantically, okay! You are their damn victim! They’re not criminals, well closer to that! Those two are your bullies and they are friends with your best friend, Koutaro Bokuto!

He taps your temple and comforts you that everything will be fine, that you won’t be harmed while he’s around, “it’s Omi’s birthday. He invited us for lunch.”

You nod your head. There’s no point in arguing. You were already there. He has your sweating hand inside his palm when you both entered the house.

“Give me ten seconds, Kou.”

Sakusa’s house rule no. 1; leave your shoes outside but if you are his friends, go straight in.

You remove your sneakers and leave your white socks on. You have been there before and you almost familiarised yourself with his rules. Since he considers you as his enemy rather than his subject of bullying, you are not allowed to sit or touch anything inside his home so you remain standing near the stairs when Bokuto runs to Oikawa in the kitchen.

You give Sakusa a nod as he descends from the top landing. He smells clean and fruity tuitee and you couldn’t help but blush when you notice his stare goes down to your feet.

Your insides trembles from the intensity of his gaze and that makes you feel like running away or hide from his sight.

Your breathing halts when he kneels after removing his fur slippers. His warm hand grab your ankle then slide your left foot in his slipper, then your right foot.

He didn’t speak a word. He just pointed you to the kitchen. His footwear is too big for your small ones but you still manage to walk comfortably.

While helping in the food preparation, Sakusa and Oikawa are constantly bumping their muscular arms against your shoulders. They even teases you that you lack in the free access of healthy foods in the fridge in your own home that’s why you’re thin and small. You 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕, okay?! They’re just huge and very athletic that developing muscles and all is no issue to them. And your case is different. Your height is 5'3", you weight right, meaning your body mass index is normal! Again, they are huge people and they look down on your kind. And these men prefers model-like body figures for women!

You let it all pass. You seem immune to all the teasings and soft pinches that those were no longer affecting you. Sakusa leads the way to his theater room, while you, Bokuto, and Oikawa are in charge of bringing all the foods in there.

There’s a long and wide white couch that looks like a king sized bed in the center and there’s also a big screen mounted on the wall. You settle on the lone chair in the viewing room, sit properly and try avoiding Sakusa’s intense gaze.

What? You did nothing to him!

The three men sits besides each other, Oikawa scrolls on the menu of which genre of movies to watch, Bokuto starts picking up some tarts and chews it. And then, there’s still him, Sakusa! Staring at you!

“Hand her over, Koutaro.” your face turn pale when Sakusa pulls his shirt off his body and leans on the couch.

You couldn’t find the will to speak. You stoned on your seat. Bokuto whistles, inching closer to you. He cups your face and whispers soothing words.

“Wh–what is happening here, Kou?” you sound nervous. Bokuto brings you closer to Sakusa. You grab onto your best friend’s arms. “Koutaro... ” a breathe of panic.

“You are his present to me, Y/N. You’re the desserts.” Sakusa pulls you down on his lap, he breathes closer to your hair. Something is growing in between his thighs. You look so scared. He gets even aroused.

“wanna rub my tongue on his pussy, Koutaro,” Oikawa moves closer, too, licking his lips.

“I’m... I’m not—” Oikawa stops you from talking, taking your chin in his hand. “You’re not what, Y/N?” he asks seductively.

“Kou–Kou... help me.” you hold onto his hand, giving him a scared look.

Sakusa tugs on your long hair before latching on your earlobe, “don’t worry, Y/N. Koutaro will help you. He will help you fuck yourself to sleep.”

And the talking ended there.

Oikawa snatches your face and slams his mouth on your opened ones, rolling out his tongue into you before brushing roughly his lips against your lips. Your both hands twitches, the kiss is electrifying. You try to pull away but he restrains you by gripping lightly your neck. You hear Sakusa laughs. He wraps his arms around your body, locking you in restrictions. Oikawa continues kissing you roughly that you can feel his warm saliva dripping from his mouth down to your chin. You didn’t respond to his kisses. You were in shocked. When he sucks on your lips and tongue, you didn’t recognise the moan that passed your lips.

“Undress her quickly!” still in a rush, Bokuto puts his words into action. He separates you from Oikawa’s mouth. You were panting when he pulls out your hoodie, showing your uncovered titsx in broad daylight. They look perfect and round and flushed. The three men growls, pouncing all at one on you. Bokuto has the right breast, Sakusa’s on the left and Oikawa, he moves between your legs, pushing your shorts to the side to take a good look on your rosy folds.

Oikawa licks the slit back and forth until it gets covered with his saliva. He chuckles when your body twitches. He dips his mouth again, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clitx while scratching your inner thighs. You moan loudly, arching your back again and again. Your moan matches the others’ moans and grunts. Both Sakusa and Bokuto are sucking on your titsx and they’re doing it like they’re milking on you. Swirling sharply their tongues and grazing their teeth on its softness. Damn. You didn’t even say yes to them!

Unknowingly, your mouth also salivates as well as your cunt being treated like a meal by Oikawa’s hot and needy mouth. He’s swirling his tongue and he’s sucking you there so noisily.

“Tooru~” you moan his name when he starts pumping digits into you while his thumb is pressing hard on your clitx. Your legs stretches up and down whenever his fingers goes deeper and harder and at the same time, circling his knuckles hard as well on your cunt. He makes you drip like crazy and it’s evident on your oozing core and salivating mouth. He laughs triumphantly, giving you the best finger fuck and tongue fuck. Your body convulses when you come in waves, the two men abandons your chest to join Oikawa slurping your first and rich orgasm.

They pushes your legs up and there are three long and thick tongues slurping and licking your tight pussy that still waves down thick juices. You find support by grabbing on the edges while you were being worshipped by their mouths. A squeal escapes your lips when you feel someone’s tongue poking your anusx.

When they finished, Oikawa pulls you near the edge and kneels in front of your head hanging by on the ends. He’s the first one to get fully naked before Sakusa and Bokuto.

“Kou~” your eyes waters, not in fear but in excitement and other unnamed feelings.

Sakusa goes below you, putting your small body on top of his own while slowly inserting his fat cockx in your tight pussy. You let out a yelp when his balls bumps on your opening. He’s deep inside you!

“Sakusa hnngggg~ sooo deeeppp haaahhh!” you grip his arm that locks your head beside his by putting it tight around your neck. You struggle to breathe properly so you gasp for air. His other hand goes to your stuffed cunt and slaps your folds harshly until he hears you sob and cry.

“Enough, Omi, she’s sore already.” Bokuto slaps Sakusa’s hand away and replaces it by his own, giving soft touches and light kisses.

“Hmm~ Kou... Kou... ” you cry his name, grabbing his hand toward your mouth. You kiss his fingertips and suck on them later. Earning soft moans and heavy breathes from him.

Bokuto takes his hand from your grasp and gives you slow and sensual kiss on your lips. You feel Sakusa inching his length out but you give no enough attention to it. What matters now is how Bokuto kisses your numb lips. He’s good and it feels good.

Your dear friend ends the kiss but not his finger work on your clitx. He’s rubbing it softly.

“My turn baby doll.” you almost forgot about him. Oikawa kisses you again and what he does next surprised you. He shoves his cockx in your mouth, all the way down to your throat. You gag at how big he is but you can’t do anything to remove it not now that he starts moving in and out.

Your moans gets dissolved by Oikawa’s rough fucking inside your mouth. He moans louder than you and his friends and you feel like doing the same so you cooperate with him, sucking him in while he fucks his length harder to your throat.

Down to the remaining men, Sakusa has been hammering your tight cunt with his massive cockx and swear! Your eyes widened when Bokuto positions his big cock head to where Sakusa’s fat one is inserted.

You put your free hand on his abdomen when he hovers over you, slowly joining his friend’s dick into party.

No, Koutaro! You’re gonna rip me with your cockx!

But he didn’t stop. He slides his fat member into your stretched core! Stretching it even wider with Sakusa’s!

Oikawa moans louder and louder and he even dirty talks while spurting his thick loads in your mouth. You gag on it and you do nothing but swallow it all.

When it’s your turn to moan and scream, you give all your best in doing it because fuck, it’s hurt having two fat and long shafts inside your cunt. So you moan and cry and then repeat while ramming themselves into you. Your body shakes and your lips quivers and they huffs and pants and slams their hips until you bleed thick and rich heat again, covering their cocks with your juice and their sperms.

Bokuto and Sakusa only pulls out when they empty all of their loads inside you.

It’s not over, Oikawa pulls you and folds you in mating press, inserting his hard cockx into your leaking hole, pumping faster while kissing your roughly again. He does it again. The rough and deep pumping. The rough kisses that leaves your lips swollen and numb.

“Tooruuu aahhnnggg~ hmmppp~” you shake your head, he’s using you so rough. You can feel the weight of every thrust and you wish for it to be over.

Again, it’s not over even after he cum inside you. He flips you on your stomach, pushing his cockx back inside you. He pounds you harder from behind, groping your chest before slapping your ass as he keeps pounding. You cry. And cry. And cry.

Three times. Oikawa cums inside you three times before handing you back to Sakusa who chooses to fuck you ass up, too.

“Not today, Omi. Her parents would notice. She comes home every weekends.” Bokuto advises his friend when Sakusa put his tip on your anusx.

Sakusa spits on his length and on your anusx, “okay, I won’t anal fuck her hmm~” he says but does it anyway.

He shoves right there! Sliding his full length inside your ass. You let out a loud cry and sob hard. Sakusa laughs. Oikawa, too. Bokuto attends to you and takes your both hands, drawing circles at the back of your hand he’s gripping tightly.

“Kou... Kou... it hurts, please, Kou... ” you cry while holding hands with your best friend.

Sakusa starts grinding his hips against your and that makes you feel the very pain of being analed. Bokuto didn’t leave you. He keeps holding your hand while Sakusa pounds you senselessly, almost adhering you deep against the softness of the couch.

“Ssshhh, baby~ you can take him~ you’ll feel good.” you focus on his words while endurimg Sakusa’s rough thrusts.

“Kou—” you were cut mid sentence. Sakusa pulls you away from Bokuto, flipping you on your back again to face him.

You can feel his loads dripping from your assholex but he’s not done yet. He separates your legs and dips between your thighs, pushing his shaft back.

You wince in pain when he slaps your swollen folds. You tell him it hurts with tears in your eyes but he just smiled. Slapping for the last time before rocking you again and this time, claiming your lips. He kisses expertly and you find yourself returning his kiss even though your lips hurts.

“Omi... ” you cry his name softly and that stuns him for seconds, watching your face contorts in beautiful pleasure. He sees something different in you in that state so he rocks you deep but slow this time, kissing your chin down to your neck and moments later, he’s shooting his loads inside you while still kissing you slowly.

Once again, that moment isn’t over yet, Bokuto takes you inside his arms and brings you in the backyard where there is a inflatable pool set up near the wooden fence.

The sun is up and so is his cockx.

He puts your nakedness in the cold water and slow fuck you there but bruising your whole body with his deep bites and tight grips. He pushes the hair strands that covers your face while ramming himself into you. He looks at you softly and he notices your puffy eyes from all the crying.

“You good, baby?” his voice is gentle so you smile, nodding your head until it slowly falls down backwards. You feel drained and you can’t keep with his deep rumblings while moving up and down on his lap.

He catches your head on time, eyes fluttering from being overworked.

“Kou, I like you. I lied when I say it’s Omi.” you confess before closing your eyes.

Bokuto does your job, he moves your ass up and down his length even though you fell asleep on him. As he shoots his loads inside, he says this, “but Omi found you first, Y/N. He’s afraid to tell you his feelings so he finds another way to get close to you. By bullying you, he gets closer and closer. I just jumped in the scene and befriended you. I like you, too, Y/N. But he likes you first. So, you are his.”

But, you didn’t hear it. You were too tired to fight against the need to sleep.

Two hours later...

You were in the backseat, straddling on Sakusa’s laps, his cockx installed inside your creaming cunt while holding you tight as he kisses your lips torridly.

On your way home,

Bokuto drives the car.

While Sakusa is fucking you mercilessly in the backseat.

With all the bruises and marks of ownership, there’s no doubt you are his.

You are Kiyoomi Sakusa’s property.

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Everything For Her

Request: Yes / No  Hi can I request a sweet pea x fem reader where the reader is tall (like 4-5 inches shorter than sp) and curvy please? Fluff or smut it’s up to you though (: Anon

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Sweet Pea x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 996

Warnings: Fighting and fat shaming 

Y/N: Your Name 

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Sweet Pea’s POV

Y/N was playing pool with Toni while Fangs and I were sitting at the bar having a drink. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and she noticed. She smiled my way and she was so damn cute! It was crazy that out of all the people here she had chosen me. My signature smirk turns into a smile at the sight of her chubby cheeks that make her eyes squint with joy. 

“You are so in love.” Fangs laughed and shoved my arm. 

“So what?” I asked giving him my full attention. 

“I just never thought I’d see the day.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes. 

“Y/N’s just different than the other girls.” I said, turning and smiling back at how sexy she looked bending over the table to aim. 

“In the words of Toni, you got it bad boy.” He said and I shoved him. 

“You two are annoying as hell.” I said and he smirked. 

“But you know you love us.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Sure, whatever.” I said finishing my drink. 

“I’ll see you later.” I said and walked up to Y/N. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me. 

“Ready to go?” I asked and she smiled. 

“Sure, I’ll see you later Toni!” She said, getting out of my grip and hugging our friend. The two of us went to my bike to head home. 

The next morning I woke up and started getting dressed for the day. As I took my shirt off, Y/N wrapped her arms around me. The weight on my back felt like a blanket and I smiled when she started kissing my shoulders. She rubbed my back and I leaned into her, loving the feeling of her being near me. 

“Wanna go shopping?” She asked and I could hear the little smirk in her voice. 

“You were really just buttering me up so I would go shopping with you, huh?” I asked with a smirk of my own. 

“Half and half.” She smiled and I shook my head. 

“Alright, let’s get dressed then we can go to the mall.” I said and she did a little cheer. 

We’ve been at the mall for an hour or so already and Y/N got some new clothes. She was always so excited about getting new things to wear, and honestly I loved seeing her try things on. I would usually pick out a few things I think she would look sexy in and she would humor me. She almost always came out blushing, but ended up buying whatever it was anyway. It was adorable. We were walking around and Y/N grasped my hand in her, I couldn’t help but melt at her touch. She’s just so perfect. 

“You’re adorable.” She said out of nowhere. 

“Where did that come from?” I asked as we sat down to relax a bit. 

“I just thought you should know.” She smiled and stroked my cheek. 

“Whatever you say babe.” I said and gently held her wrist. I was so grateful that I found someone that understands I love them without having to say a word. 

I left Y/N to get us some food. When I got back some guys were standing around Y/N. I could tell she was uncomfortable and it looked like the guys were messing with my girl. 

“What the hell are you doing to my girl.” I growled as I put the food down. 

“Sweets, don’t.” She whispered, but I was already seeing red. 

“Oh so the fat bitch wasn’t lying. What the hell do you see in her anyway?” One of the guys asked and then his buddies laughed. Y/N got up grabbing the bags and moved to my side. 

“Come on Pea, just forget it.” She said, trying to pull me away. 

“Yeah listen to the whore, just forget her.” Another guy laughed. I pulled my arm away from her and punched the guy right in the face, hearing his nose crack brought a smirk to my face. 

“What the fuck!?” One of his friends yelled. I turned to the other guy and gave him the same treatment. 

“Pea!” She shouted. One of the guys punched me and a huge fight was breaking out. 

“Sweets, please!” Y/N shouted and grabbed my arm before I could hit one of them again. 

“They called security, come on we need to go.” She begged and I sighed. I grabbed some of the bags from her then her hand. We ran out of the mall and to her car. The two of us drove as quickly as we could home. When we got inside I put the bags down and Y/N shoved me onto the couch. She walked into the bathroom and came out with the medkit. She sat in front of me and started cleaning my injuries. She looked up at me with a scowl. I was so mad at the rest of the world for not seeing how fucking beautiful she is. Mad that they didn’t see how kind and sweet she is. 

“How many damn times do I have to tell you that I don’t give a shit about how other people see me?” She sighed. 

“But you should! Those assholes were out f fucking line!” I growled. 

“Shut up! I don’t fucking care what people thing of me! The only opinion that matters is my own and I love how I look!” She shouted. I was always amazed by how much confidence she has no matter what someone says to her. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her deeply. I gently grabbed her thighs and moved to kiss her neck. I need her to know how much I love her. I want her to know that I needed her. She everything to me and I will make sure she’ll know it every day. 

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[sslytheringhufflepufff]

Amorteserum (Fred weasley x Hufflepuff Plus Size)

Disclaimer: I had another story in mind while I made this one plus I also have my college work so this might be shitty and I’m very very sorry about it & Also made this very fast so I didn't proofread!!!!!! Warning: Smut, Dom Fred, Fat Shaming

This was also requested but it doesn't let me tag so fredswhore this is for you! t 

1.9k words

“Fred” you screamed after the boy running from you laughing his ass off, he pulled another prank, this time it affected you, you had your Hufflepuff robes on and he threw a color changing bomb causing it to turn purple, the robes and you included “I look like a bloody blueberry” you said stopping on your track looking around, everyone was either staring at you or laughing at you “You do look like a huge Blueberry, y/n” you heard Pansy say smirking, you looked back at Fred who’s laughter died down looking at you, your eyes started to sting, you turned your heel and started walking to your common room “Oi! Wait, Y/n!” you heard Fred call after you and you just walked faster already starting to feel your tears falling, you recited the password to your common room “wait, y/n, I didn’t mean for any of that to happen” “leave me alone, Fred” you said choking out entering the room leaving Fred standing outside regretting the prank.  

A couple of days has passed since the prank and you were ignoring Fred and all his attempt to apologize. Walking into Potion class sitting next to your partner, a couple of minutes passed and Fred came in laughing with his brother, you looked at him your gaze meeting his causing you to blush, you looked down and started to write potions down. You’ve always liked Fred and thought that he might like you too but yet again you reminded yourself that you’re not thin and he might not like you that way, maybe that’s why he pranks you “Settle down, now” you heard your professor call out looking up you noticed the twins sitting on the table next to you Fred staring at you giving you a small smile you just turned away looking down “Today, we’ll be practicing a potion called Amortentia” he said holding up a small flask “This potion is the most strong love potion out there, do not drink it please, when you make it just take a small sniff and you will smell something that attracts you immensely, keep in mind that the smell is different for every person” he said putting the flask down, he started to say the ingredients you writing them down quickly, you loved potion class, you always did well in it and Snape took a liking to you, even though you’re a Hufflepuff, he knew that you were a great student and he couldn’t deny it “Miss y/l/n, when you finish the potion bring it up and test it” he said and you nodded starting to work on it. After a little while you stood up “I’m done” and headed towards the professor, he took the pot looking at it “Excellent miss y/l/n, will you please demonstrate how it works” he said and you nodded taking the pot and bringing it up to your nose you took a deep breath suddenly the smell of coffee infected you “Coffee…” you smiled “I smell something sweet like cinnamon and…” you opened your eyes as the realization hit, you blinked a couple of times “And, miss y/l/n?” “I don’t know” you said looking over at Fred, his head was on his hand staring at you as you told the class “I can’t identify the smell, Professor” you lied you felt blush creep up “I don’t feel well, I’m going to the bathroom” you gave the professor your pot, grabbing your things and heading out towards the bathroom without a second thought. You splashed your face with water trying to make your blushing face calm down “Fireworks, I smelt fireworks” you said looking at the mirror you let out a sigh “I smelled Fred Weasley” you said a small smile appearing on your face but disappearing instantly “That doesn’t mean he’ll smell me too” you said softly as you looked at the mirror again turning around leaving the bathroom. You walked around the hallways bumping into someone “Y/n” Fred said smiling “I wanted to apologize” “It’s okay, Fred, don’t worry about it” you said smiling up to him looking at his eyes, his face softened “Can we talk?” he said, you just nodded, he grabbed your hand and guided you to his common room “Can I be here?” “Well you’re not supposed to but, everyone’s in class so it doesn’t matter” he said smiling sitting down on the couch in the middle of the room, you took a seat beside him looking at him “So, what did you want to talk about?” you asked “What did you smell in the Amortentia?” “Uhm I already told the class, Coffee, something sweet like cinnamon and another thing I can’t identify” you lied again “What about you, Fred?” “I smelled Rain, Flowers…” he said looking at you getting closer “And” you said not moving from where you were sitting “You” with that he crashed his lips into yours, you kissed him back, suddenly realizing where you are you pushed him off “Fred, what are you doing?”  you said catching your breath “Something I’ve been wanting to do for a while” he said scooting closer to you “W-wait” you said standing up looking at him “What is happening?” you said confused, he stands up “After smelling the Amortentia, I had to tell you y/n, I’m so in love with you that it makes me feel stupid” he said placing his hand on your cheek you smiled at him “Fred…” without saying anything else you kissed him grabbing his hair pulling him down to you, he grabbed your waist pulling you towards him deepening the kiss he snaked his hand down to your butt squeezing it causing you to let out a squeal causing Fred to chuckle “Let’s go upstairs” he said taking you hand breaking the kiss “Wait, can I go up there, the spell won’t let me” “You think George and me wouldn’t figure a way to break it” he said laughing taking you up the stairs “Are we doing this” you said stopping in your tracks “I mean if you don’t want to its totally okay” he said turning to you “This isn’t a prank?” you said his face changing “What do you mean? OfCourse not” “I don’t know, maybe a prank the ugly fat chick into having sex with you” “Don’t say that, I would never do that, besides I think you’re very beautiful and I’m very into your voluptuous body” he said winking  “Y/n, what I said is completely true, I am completely in love with you and its stupid that I had to smell the Amortentia to realize it, when I heard you talking about yours, I knew I had to figure out if it was me or not” “It is you, Fred” you said as you closed the gap between you.

Fred grabbed your waist, before you knew it you were on his bed, he was on top of you, his hands running through your body, he kissed your neck giving more love to your soft sport, his hand traveled to your skirt pulling it upwards then placing his hand on your center “My, my baby girl, I made this happen” you felt his smirk against your neck and nodded, he slipped your underwear to the side causing you to let a sharp breath out as his hand played with your folds “You’re so wet” he said you let out a small moan, he kissed down your neck to your boobs ripping off your top, you were taken back by his force and dominance but it only made you hornier “Fred” looking at him, he just smirked standing up taking off his shirt and pants then taking off completely your underwear leaving you only in your skirt “Turn around” he said and you obeyed moaning at the friction from the sheets on your boobs, Fred grabbed your waist lifting it up and placing his hand on your back indicating you to just lift your ass up, your anticipation building up “I’ve always wanted to see you like this” you heard Fred say as he gave you a slap on the ass “Fred…” you said almost in a whisper, he ran his finger through your folds causing you to moan, inserting one finger, making you gasp, he left it there not moving it “Fred, please” you said making him chuckle “Do you want me to fuck you with my finger, Darling?” you didn’t know how to respond, you never knew Fred would ever act like this, it turned you on even more thinking how rough he could be, he slapped your ass again “Or do you want me to fuck you senseless?” he said taking out his finger and sucking it you let out a whimper and nodded slowly causing him to chuckle “Oh Darling, so pretty, so desperate” he said positioning himself on your entrance pounding into you “Fuck” you screamed as Fred groaned  fastening his pace “Fred yes” you said gripping the sheets “You feel so good” he said slamming harder into you, you let out a loud moan suddenly you felt him leave you, a small whimper leaving your mouth, he grabbed your hips lifting you up he took a seat on a sofa in the room and motioned you to go to him, he grabbed your hand “Come on, Princess, Ride me” he said pulling your legs in-between him positioning himself on your entrance as you lower yourself onto him moans leaving both of your mouths you slowly began to rock your hips, Fred gripping your waist while your hands made their way to his neck you started to jump on him his hands gliding up to your breast cupping them as you holded on to him by the shoulders “Fuck” you said he grabbed your ass and squeezed it as you went faster “Fuck yes y/n” suddenly you were laying on the couch while Fred fucked you harder holding one of your legs on his shoulder making circles on your clit “Oh Fred, I’m close” you said and he went faster “Come on Princess, let it out” he said grunting with a few more thrusts you felt yourself clench around Fred you closed your eyes as you felt the wave of pleasure hit you now the thrust sounding more sloppy than before you felt Fred twitch in side you as he let out a loud moan he came.  

He laid beside you panting he looked at you “I have to tell you something” you looked at him waiting “I actually didn’t smell the Amortentia” “What!” you screamed sitting up “I took a Veritaserum that George was saving for a prank” “But you talked about Amortentia?” “I did smell you in the Amortentia, a couple of weeks ago when other student made it” he smiled at you “I really am in love with you and I really did smell you, just not today, but I needed to tell you how I felt and needed a little courage, thank merlin i did” he said smirking and winking at you, you just blushed and tried to hide your face “Will you do me the pleasure to becoming my Girlfriend miss y/n”  you just smiled and nodded giving him a small kiss then nestling onto his chest smiling.  

[loserholland]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲

Pairing ➺ Spencer Reid x SSA!Reader

Warning ➺ None really, just flashbacks to episodes from season 7 

Word Count ➺  6,408

Summary ➺  When the Reader needs a date to her sister’s wedding, Spencer volunteers to be her date.

A/N ➺ Please enjoy! Maybe I’ll do a part two, who knows! But the bold text are the readers thoughts (:

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“Shots!” 

Garcia shouted as she placed a the tray onto the table of the booth, it had been one hell of a long week and they finally had a free night. And with a free night meant head to the local bar make it one hell of a night.

Everyone reached for a shot glass whereas Reid raised his glass of Arnold Palmer.

The bar was slightly packed, mostly by FBI agents, the sound of music plus the amount of chatter in the club brought a smile to everyone’s faces. It’s been a while since they had gone to the bar as a team.

The booth was filled with laughter, the team had been talking about anything and everything, passing around jokes about one another.

Originally it was supposed to be a girls night, but the boys had begged that they allow we allow them to join. Well Rossi and Morgan were the ones who pleaded and insisted on dragging Reid and Hotch along.

(Y/N) felt her phone vibrate causing her to bring it out of her pocket wondering who was texting her at this time.

𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦?

She groaned loudly reaching for another shot placing her phone face down on the table. Morgan raised his brows lightly noticing her sudden mood change.

“What’s up with you (Y/L/N)?”

(Y/N) leaned back into the booth drawing out a long sigh before answering “Nothing, my sister was just asking who’s my date to her wedding which is next week.” 

Rossi chuckled lightly before asking, “Who’s the lucky fellow?”

Yeah that’s the thing

There was no lucky fellow.

“Funny story..”

The team had just gotten back from Atlantic city. It was one of those cases where Hotch had given the team a long weekend off.

(Y/N) sighed lightly opening the door to her apartment kicking her boots off as she entered and locking the door behind her. Shrugging her coat off and placing it on the coat rack, she walked over to the kitchen placing the stacks of mail she had gotten before coming upstairs. 

After one hell of a week, she opened a new bottle of red wine and poured it into a glass before heading into her room for a nice hot bath.Once she was done relaxing she headed back into the kitchen, sorting through her mail till she stumbled upon a wedding invitation.

𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗥𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁 (𝗬/𝗟/𝗡)

“𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴”

“𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴”

“Are you bringing a date?” (Y/N) mumbled to herself as she read the options to check off, of course only Scarlet would want to include that.

Not, number attending but are you bringing a date. Letting out a deep sigh her eyes gaze over to the pictures scattered over the fridge. (Y/N) was the second oldest of four siblings. She was the one out of four siblings to not be:

One- Married

Two-Soon to be married

and Three

Recently engaged.

Without thinking, she grabbed a pen and checked off to where we are now.

Morgan bursted into a fit of laugher before saying in between breathes “So, what I’m hearing is you don’t have a date?”

She glared at Morgan sticking her tongue out at him like a five year old child. It was already bad enough that every time she goes home to visit her family will ask: “Found anyone special?”

“Yeah, I don’t.”

It was a simple mistake, and well that simple mistake left her with no date. The last thing she wanted was to text her sister, “I actually have no date lmao.” because if that were to happen bridezilla would make quite the show. And she’d also never hear the end of that. Now, she has a week to find a date. That can’t be that hard right? Just who?

Morgan could barley catch his breath, (Y/N) kicked his ankle in annoyance “It’s not funny Derek! All I hear from my aunts are, oh you’ll find someone sweetie or you’re getting order you’ll find someone soon enough!” she leaned her head against the wall continuing to glare at Morgan.

“I could be your date.” Spencer spoke up trying to ease the tension that filled the booth.

Emily used her foot to nudge (Y/N) leg, she glared at the woman sitting across from her who wore an amused smile. (Y/N) glanced over at Penelope and JJ who also had the same expression on their face.

His brows furrowed, he didn’t see anything wrong with what he offered so- why was everyone staring?

“What? I-It was a suggestion.. that’s all.” His nose crinkled as he spoke pressing his lips into a thin line focusing his attention to the table in front of him.

Spencer may have an IQ of 187, and (Y/N) may be the youngest and second smartest of the team. These two are blind. Literally blind. It was quite obvious that boy wonder and miss.young and beautiful (well said from the one and only Penelope Garcia) have feelings for one another. 

If there was someone who can talk Spencer down, to get him to bring his walls down, it was (Y/N). Just a few months ago when everyone found out that Emily was in fact alive and not dead, everyone was happy that she was alive but that also came with being questioned by the Senate Committee for our retaliatory action.

But before Emily had came back everyone was dealing with her death differently.

There are five stages of grief:

Denial

Anger

Bargaining

Depression

Acceptance

With those five stages, everyone deals with their emotions differently. (Y/N) and Garcia did as much as they could to honor Emily’s name. Whereas Morgan felt guilty, telling himself he if he were there a second early he could’ve saved her. Spencer took it the hardest, he had gone to JJ’s house crying for almost 10 weeks.

Now with Emily back, the team felt back to normal. Well, some what back to normal. We had been called to Oklahoma, and it wouldn’t be a lie to say Spencer was not Spencer adding into the conversation or throwing in "Did you know.. facts”

He was quiet, distant.

“It’s too late alright!”

“Reid?” Emily spoke only watching as walked away.

(Y/N) looked at Hotch before saying “I’ll go talk to him.” giving her a nod of approval she grabbed one of the car keys and headed out towards Spencer.

Running out she watched as he continued to walk away, “Spencer!” she shouted yet no response.

“Spencer Walter Reid!”

Nothing

“Reid!”

The nearly 6’1 genius continued to walk away ignoring your calls. 

“Hey loverboy! I am talking to you! You know I don’t like being ignored!”

Spencer stopped in his tracks throwing his head back lightly “I don’t want to talk.” he spoke without turning around.

The heels of her boots clicked against the sidewalk once she was next to him she linked her arm with his pulling him towards one of the SUVS.

“Who said I wanted to talk? What if I wanted to get some coffee.”

Luckily there was a coffee shop that was a few blocks down the road, the car ride was silent- comfortable silence. (Y/N) never pushed Spencer to talk, she waited patiently for him to bring it up on his own.

In which, he did.

“I cried.. for ten weeks (Y/N).. ten weeks back to back.”

His voice barley above a whisper.

(Y/N) brought her right hand forward taking ahold of his left giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Spencer, Hotch and JJ kept Emily safe. The less people knew that Emily was alive, the better because Doyle was still out there. If he found out Emily was still alive, he would’ve gone after not only Emily but the rest of the team as well. Trust me, it’s odd to have Emily back I mean we ‘buried’ her for christ sakes. But she’s here, with us again. Not six feet. under. I can’t speak for JJ but, I know she never meant to intentionally hurt your feelings or make you feel vulnerable. We were bound to find out sooner or later Spence.”

Truth be told, (Y/N) hated seeing Spencer sad and angry. Something she never saw all that often but knew him being sad made her feel sad.

They had spent an hour an a half in the coffee shop, now they were walking back into the station. Slowly Spencer had opened up more, she let him go uninterrupted allowing him to speak as she listened.

“Thank you by the way.”

(Y/N) smiled nudging him with her elbow, “Anytime loverboy.”

-

"Look at pretty boy go!” Morgan chuckled raising his enclosed fist towards Spencer who awkwardly fist bumped him back. She watched as he pursed his lip his gaze fixed on his drink avoiding eye contact with the rest of the team and especially (Y/N).

Hotch sighed lightly glancing at his phone before giving Rossi a nod, “I better get going, I don’t want Jessica to stay too late. Have a nice weekend guys, I don’t want to see any of you at the office.” 

It was just fifteen minutes past eleven and everyone was ready to head home and call it a night. Stepping out of the nearly now packed bar greeted by the cool air of Washington D.C. They had bid their goodbyes and headed to their cars. 

All she could think about was what Spencer had said, “I could be your date.” I mean, there is no problem with him being her date right? Beside the fact that you have a huge fat third grade crush on boy genius. 

Once she got home she kicked off her boots padding over to the kitchen for a glass of water placing her belongings on her couch. A loud ding echoed throughout her apartment, it may be her sister again wondering who her date is.

Grabbing her phone out of her purse the notification flashed across the screen:

A message from Scarlet. Swiping her thumb across the screen unlocking her phone to read the message.

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰? 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦?

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦?

𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭?

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰?

𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦.

𝘗𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦!

“Love you too whore.” (Y/N) mumbled placing her phone onto the coffee table walking away to her room to get changed. Another loud ding caught her attention, “I thought she was going to sleep?” (Y/N) thought to herself.

Instead it was a message from Emily.

𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦!!

Plopping herself onto her couch running her fingers through her hair.

He’s awake right? I mean it’s only twelve-fifteen? She held her phone in her hand tapping it lightly against her thigh contemplating whether or not to call him. 

“Just call him.” she mumbled to herself

Her family didn’t have any problems with Spencer. The one thing she’ll never forget is when he had told you father "The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss." The look on your fathers face was priceless.

Besides that her family had no problems with Spencer. They just describe him as being bit awkward and rambles on about well anything. It’s almost been four years since she joined the BAU. She was lucky enough to join at the age of twenty-three. And she’s been with them ever since.

When (Y/N) first joined the team Jason Gideon had just recently retired and David Rossi had returned voluntarily. You know that new kid feeling? New school, fresh faces, no friends? Yeah, that was the was her current feeling.

(Y/N) had barley gotten any sleep the night before. She felt anxious, tossing and turning the almost the entire night only to get about three hours of sleep. She had gotten up thirty minutes before her alarm, and had gotten there thirty minutes early.

Now she was currently sitting in SSA Aaron Hotchner’s office. You’ve heard many amazing things about his team, they are truly one of the best. Brushing her hands against her skirt for what felt like the hundredth time.

Pull yourself together, there’s nothing to be worried about.

“Agent (Y/L/N), would you like to meet the team?” Hotch spoke, (Y/N) turned her attention to the door giving him a nod of approval. Standing from her seat she followed him into the conference room.

“You’ll be fine.”

(Y/N) chuckled lightly, “Sorry, I’m just extremely nervous.” he smiled lightly opening the door to the conference room, the only person she knew was David Rossi, the BAU wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Gideon and Rossi.

“SSA (Y/L/N), this is SSA-”

“David Rossi, I’ve read your books and they are magnificent.” Rossi chuckled lightly sticking his hand out for her to shake in which (Y/N) gladly shook. She had just met one of the greatest profilers of all time.

(Y/N) looked up at Hotch before quickly apologizing “This is SSA Prentiss.” The beautiful raven haired woman smiled “Emily, nice to meet you.” moving to the man standing next to her “SSA Morgan.” he smiled shaking her hand “Derek.”

“(Y/N).” she replied.

“Our Communications Liaison Jennifer Jareau.”

“You can call me JJ.”

“Our tech analysis Penelope Garcia.”

Finally, the last person whom she had grown closes too.

“And Doctor Spencer Reid.”

That was your team. And they were more welcoming than you thought they would be, they were your second family. If you guys weren’t on a case, you’d be at the bar raking up Rossi’s tab. You were able to talk to them about almost anything, if you needed time off Hotch understood.

The first year she had worked with the team, they were very welcoming. Hotch had partnered you with Spencer most of the time, either you two would check out the M.E or stay back at the police department. It was safe to say it was a bit awkward at first when you were partnered with Spencer. But, she wouldn’t have wanted to be partnered with anyone else.

“Hello?”

Shit! He’s awake. Wait, when did I call him up?

“(Y/N)?”

Say something, he knows you’re on the other end of the line.

“Are you okay?’

Are you having a stroke right now? Say something!

“H-hi, sorry to bother you so late.”

It was fifteen minutes to one, did it really take me almost thirty minutes to call him?

“It’s fine, just getting a little bit of reading in. Did you need something?”

She bit the bottom of her lip getting up from her seat on her couch, just say it! Tell him you’d love to have him as a date.

“If your offer still stands.. I’d love to have you be my date.” she paced around her living room. Please say yes, this would be totally awkward if you said no but- you did offer to be my date?

Spencer smiled widely “Yes! I-I mean of course, I mean- I’d love to accompany you.” though (Y/N) couldn’t see him she knew he had his hand covered over his eyes mentally curing at himself.

“Great! I’ll text you the details tomorrow? Thank you again Spencer, I appreciate it.” 

“Y-yeah cool cool, um good night, sleep tight.. don’t let the bed bugs bite.” 

He could be such a dork sometimes. A cute dork. Rambling on until someone says something or he’d catch himself and apologize. Usually the team would exchange looks but, you’d sit there listening intently. It’s amazing that someone so young has already three PhD’s and as the genius said himself “I just keep getting PhD’s”

“Good night loverboy.”

Spencer had his nicknames, from Pretty boy, boy wonder, kid, doc etc.

Loverboy however, kinda just slipped. They had been working a case and Spencer was deep in his thoughts, she had been trying to get his attention for the last five minutes. When she had said it, he cheeks were painted a deep shade of red. Ever since then, the nickname just stuck.

(Y/N) tossed her phone onto the couch squealing loudly, surely enough she knew one of her neighbors would file a complaint against her but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the fact that Spencer Reid was her wedding date, and she couldn’t be more excited.

-

The entertainment capital of the world

Sin city

Fabulous Las Vegas.

Home to Spencer and (Y/N), the two were going to be staying with her parents since they live the closes to the venue. The drive to her parents house meant passing by her high school, and without a doubt she knew Spencer would have something to say.

“Isn’t that your old high school?” 

She glanced at Spencer for a short moment before answering, “Yup, class of 2003.”

About a month ago the team had gone to Boise,Idaho where a serial killer is murdering the survivors of a high school massacre that took place exactly ten years earlier. Hotch had sent (Y/N) and Spencer to examine the crime scene. 

“The unsub has to be tied to the school somehow. Maybe a current student, alumni, or a family member who lost someone?” (Y/N) mumbled as she scanned the crime scene 

“It could be a Slade groupie celebrating his hero. He taped nails to the exterior of the bomb. Specifically to rip open flesh-” Spencer spoke turning his head slightly to see (Y/N) examining the various pieces of nails.

“That’s a Slade detail of Slade’s the unsub copied.”

“Except he tricked Givens into blowing himself up.A groupie probably wouldn’t show that much self-control.” (Y/N) pointed out her eyes looked from the ground to the ceiling.

“But someone with an ax to grind against the principal would. Maybe he’s a surrogate for the tormenters in high school he can’t punish...” he examined the photos he held in his hands, “who were yours?”

(Y/N) chuckled reaching forward to touch the piece of nail in the wall, “I don’t even remember.” she mumbled.

Spencer raised his brow in confusion, “You don’t even remember?” his voice filled with disbelief. He stepped forward still stuck on the subject, “Wait, were you one of the mean girls?”

She turned around in surprise her eyes widened at his question, “What? No!” Okay maybe there were some people she was a bit rude to. That only being her  younger brother who was a freshmen when she was a senior.

“Track star with a full ride scholarship to UNR and was accepted by many universities, one of the valedictorians of her class, and the student body president? That not only screams popular but you could’ve been one of the mean girls!”

(Y/N) gasped loudly walking past Spencer to get to the other side of the room, “Could’ve been, I was actually one of the nice popular girls! I was even friends with guys like you!” 

“Guys like me? I'll have you know that my social standing increased once I started winning at basketball.“ now that was hard to believe.

“Spencer Reid playing basketball no way.” (Y/N) snickered causing Spencer to press his lips into a thin line, “Okay, I coached basketball. I broke down the opposing team's shooting strategy.” Now that sound more like Spencer.

“Is that why Morgan kicked you out of the pool last week?“ Rossi held a BBQ last Sunday, inviting the entire team over and Spencer and Derek were going at it in the pool bickering with one another.

“Yeah. Took him three rounds to realize I was hustling him.”

(Y/N) pulled into the driveway shifting the gear into park, she turned slightly to face Spencer. “Spence.” she whispered, he turned his head in confusion. Spencer had met her family, but he was about to meet MORE of them. As much as she loved them to death, they could be a little too much.

“First off, I wanna say thank you so much for being my date. Second, my family.. they are loud and can get very.. touchy? If you feel uncomfortable in any given moment please tell me because I don’t want you to think you made a mistake by coming.” He gave her a warm smile, placing his hand over her’s.

“(Y/N/N)!” a voice shouted causing (Y/N) to jump slightly pulling her attention away from Spencer. Her mother smiled happily, she was beyond excited to hear that (Y/N) was bringing Spencer as her date. The two exited the car retrieving their luggage from the trunk. 

“Hey mom!” (Y/N) shouted as she closed the trunk watching as Spencer waved hello to her mother.

“Hi Mrs.(Y/L/N).” 

“Oh Spencer! How have you been? Come in get settled Steven and I are treating you two to dinner tonight!” She watched as her mother followed Spencer into the house, it would be an understatement if I said my mom loved Spencer.

I mean who wouldn’t?

Later that night when they had gone out to dinner they just so happened to run into one of her family members that every so gladly invited themselves to dinner. 

And the immediate question was, “So (Y/N), who’s this?” that lead to a somewhat awkward dinner. You know how everyone has that one favorite cousin? Then there was that one cousin that was a tattle-tale and much of a show off? That was the cousin that was at dinner tonight. 

“This is Doctor. Spencer Reid, he’s my partner. I-I mean the partner on my team, a-

“So what I’m hearing is you’re single?” Gwen questioned causing (Y/N) to gasp lightly watching as Spencer shifted in his seat “Um- well yeah but-” his voice had gone up a couple octaves. Drawing his hand away from the table watching as Gwen’s cheeks tinted a deep red.

“Gwen quit it, you’re making him uncomfortable!” (Y/N) snapped annoyed with her cousin’s behavior. This was the last thing she wanted Spencer to feel, uncomfortable. She didn’t want Spencer to think he made a mistake, before she could say anymore he glanced at her for a second before whispering “It’s okay.” If only she could strangle Gwen right here, right now. The table was filled with awkward silence, (Y/N) mother chuckled lightly before quickly changing the subject “So, who’s ready for tomorrow?”

-

The only thing (Y/N) always looked forward to was the reception. Her least favorite part was the ceremony where most of her family members would be asking her one too many questions. She had spent half of her morning mentally preparing herself for what’s to come today. What she was not prepared for was the suit Spencer had worn, well the velvet suit jacket to be exact. It had matched perfectly with the red dress she had worn.

Spencer sat with (Y/N) siblings watching as she chased around her niece and nephews, “I’m gonna get you!” she shouted causing her niece to squeal loudly running father away from her aunt. (Y/N) had always gotten along with kids, they’d easily adjust to her. When they had cases dealing with kids, it would either be Spencer, JJ, or (Y/N) to be the ones to talk to them.

“Remind me, the next time Garcia tries to get me to go to a shoe sale I need to say no.” (Y/N) spoke in between breaths settling next to Spencer, Wonderful tonight began to play bringing almost everyone to the dance floor. She took ahold of his hand dragging him up from his seat, “Spence we need to join them!” 

The sound of his heart beat was music to her ears, beating softly. The feeling of being so close to him, left butterflies in her stomach. It felt so, domestic? It’s not an everyday thing to dance with Spencer Reid.

“Do you see yourself having kids some day?”

(Y/N) pulled her head away from his chest looking up at him with a raised brow. That was a bit out of the blue.

“Just the way you interact with your niece and nephews, you’re good with kids. i’ve noticed that when we work on cases dealing with kids. you’re patient with them.” Spencer glanced down at her, she looks so beautiful.

(Y/N) sighed lightly before answering, “Yeah, ideally... I want to have kids by the time I’m thirty and well, I have three more years to make that happen.”

Spencer hummed at her response allowing (Y/N) to continue.

“My parents... they had told my siblings and I that I would be the first to have kids, and well-“

Her eyes gaze over to her older sister whom was the first to have kids, her beautiful niece and nephew. Seated at the same table her brother whom was recently engaged and his fiancée awaiting their first child.

And now her younger sister wouldn’t be too far behind.

“I’m not a profiler, but aren’t those two completely oblivious about their feelings for one another?” Isabelle commented watching as her sister dance with her date.

“That’s what I was thinking the entire time! The FBI should hire us, we’re good!” Cole exaggerated lifting his hand for Isabelle to high-five.

(Y/N) turned her attention away from her siblings back to look at Spencer. If only she could hear her siblings conversation.

“I’m gonna be the last to get married.” she said with a light chuckle.

There was no one to blame, i mean at this point she was married to her job and she knew the pros and cons. But there’s still time for her, time to find someone, to have kids.

“What about you doc? Do you want little geniuses?”

Spencer sighed lightly moving his right hand that was resting on her waist taking ahold of her left, spinning her around.

He held her hand for a moment swaying the two from side to side, “Of course, as much as I love being a godfather.. I wanna have kids of my own. An entire soccer team as one may say.”

That was something the two had in common, being a godparent. (Y/N) loved spoiling her goddaughter, even before she was asked to be the godmother.

(Y/N) giggled at his response, any woman would be lucky enough to have a child with Spencer. He’d make a wonderful father, he’d be ever so patient with his little boy or girl.

“Well your future wife is in for it.”

He felt a slight tug on his suit jacket, he looked down to see (Y/N) niece Lyrical, “I wanna dance.” the four year old said moreover demanded.

(Y/N) gasped lightly before letting go of Spencer’s right hand and moved to wrap her arms around him.

“No he’s mine.” she joked sticking her tug out at the four year old.

If he was standing in front of a mirror right now, he’d be as red as a tomato.

“No! My boyfriend!” Lyrical huffed wrapping her chubby arms around her chest with a pout. That was something Lyrical basically established during prior visits.

Whenever they’d have cases in Vegas the night before they leave the team goes to hangout with (Y/N) family. Her second family meeting her well family

(Y/N) drew back her arms from him as she looked between Spencer and her niece, “So- who’s it gonna be loverboy?”

Spencer hummed at her question before picking up Lyrical causing her to giggle lightly wrapping her arms around his neck swaying from side to side.

She held onto him, her fingers slightly tugged at the back of his hair. (Y/N) smiled, the warm fuzzy feeling she felt earlier was back again.

If Spencer’s first born child is a girl, she’d have him wrapped around her fingers before she was born.

She walked up to her niece peppering kisses onto her chubby cheeks earning a burst of laughter, the song changed into a more upbeat rhythm causing almost everyone to come to the dance floor.

“So, who was going to tell me they were dating?” Scarlet questioned, walking over to sit at the same table her siblings were seated. Isabelle snorted reaching for the glass of water in front of her.

“Why would we? They aren’t dating.. yet.” Cole answered sarcastically earning a slap to the back of his head. He glared at his younger sister, “I answered your question why did you have to hit me!” Scarlet shrugged lightly taking a sip from her champagne glass.

(Y/N) looked over to her siblings, who were bickering as usual.

“I’m gonna go sit for a bit.” Spencer nodded watching as she walked back to sit with her siblings before turning his attention back to the four year old.

“Woah Lyrical stole your date.” Cole snickered causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes playfully, “I know, better watch out she’s gonna have boys waiting on her beck and call.” The table rose with laughter, as they moved onto a different topic.

It felt like old times, sitting around with her siblings as they talked about childhood memories and embarrassing moments. She needed to come home more often instead of having them fly out to only spend a day or two.

Her eyes gazed over to Spencer and her niece who were stilling dancing, that warm fuzzy feeling. It’s unexplainable. She couldn’t help but imagine, what if. What if her and Spencer do end up together? Oh would their daughter be his princess. He would do anything for her. Whoever get’s to be the future Mrs.Reid would be the luckiest women in the world, his kids would be blessed with such a wonderful dad.

Scarlet looked over to her older sister who was too deep in thought as she watched her date dance with their niece. She couldn’t help but notice the smile that tugged at (Y/N) lips.

“So does that mean you’re next?”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her train of thought coming to a screeching halt. Next?

“For?” (Y/N) questioned back, unsure of what Scarlet was trying to lead on.

“You and that handsome Doctor Reid.”

(Y/N) eyes widened causing her to shake her head from left to right, “What? No no, we’re just friends.” she tried to suppress the smile that dared to paint over her lips.

Her siblings look between each other before bursting into a fit of laughter, “Sure keep telling yourself that.” Cole spoke in between his laughter.

Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms over her chest before responding “Hey! We’re just friends.” 

Cole leaned back into his chair raising a brow at her, “So, you’re telling us you don’t have any feelings for him? Zero, nada, zilch?” she glared at Cole kicking his ankle lightly. He winced at the sudden action reaching down to sooth his ankle.

“I don’t have feelings for him.”

Isabelle rose her brow at her younger sister, “You’re doing that thing.” If there was one thing she was bad at it would be lying. You’d think for a profiler she’d be better at lying and would be able to keep a poker face.

“What thing?”

Scarlet sighed loudly, “(Y/N) you may be a profiler but, we’re your siblings we know when you’re lying.” That only caused (Y/N) to scoff loudly and shake her head at her siblings.

Why are they attacking me right now?

“You cross your arms over your chest and you smile, A LOT it’s kinda no it IS creepy. Plus you get defensive, like very defensive.” Cole pointed out only for the rest of her siblings to agree.

Let’s forget what I said early about visiting more often. They can continue flying out to D.C.

(Y/N) got up from her seat slipping her heels back on causing Cole to flinch slightly, growing up the only boy meant dealing (Y/N) scared him. A lot.

 “I wasn’t going to hit you ass clown!”

Maybe, just maybe she was spending a bit too much time with Rossi.

 “I’m gonna go for a little walk.” 

The three siblings looked between each other. If there was something she knew all too well of doing it was avoiding her feelings. Not opening up to others, building walls high enough so no one can look over and see what she’s feelings or thinking. 

“Don’t close yourself off! Say what needs to be said!”

It felt like deja vu. 

Emily had told her the exact same thing a few days ago.

"Oh my sweet angel face (Y/N)! You and boy wonder are blind!” Penelope slurred as she attempted to place her glasses on (Y/N) face. JJ couldn’t help but laugh at Garcia’s actions.

“My vision is 20/20 as a matter of fact!” (Y/N) answered earning another laugh from Emily, “Pen is right you know? Don’t close yourself off! Say what needs to be-”

“Hey, you missed the bouquet toss.”

(Y/N) blinked a few times before looking up to see Spencer.

“Did you know the tossing the bouquet is a tradition that stems from England. Women used to try to rip pieces of the bride's dress and flowers in order to obtain some of her good luck. Today the bouquet is tossed to single women with the belief that whoever catches it will be the next to marry.”

This was one of the many things she loved about Spencer. The amount of knowledge he holds in that huge brain of his. Usually the team isn’t much of a fan when he rambles on but, you loved it. The way he uses his hands to explain what he was thinking, or how he basically has an answer for well everything.

“Who caught the bouquet?”

He chuckled lightly taking a seat next to her, “Well Scarlet kinda threw it at me and said you know what to do. But your mom made her redo it, got a laugh out of everyone though.”

“Pretty sure you’re suppose to catch the garter.” (Y/N) giggled turning her head slightly to look up at Spencer who was laughing along with her. There was a sudden cool breeze causing her to wrap her arms around her chest.

“I knew I should’ve brought my jacket.”

Spencer shrugged off his dress jacket draping it over her shoulders. It was ever so slightly bigger on her she slipped her arms through the sleeves

“Thank you... and another thank you for being my date. I really hat- dislike attending weddings.”

“Did you know the first recorded evidence of marriage ceremonies uniting one woman and one man dates from about 2350 B-“

Her eyes fell towards the ground in front of her. Fixated on the shoes he was currently using.

The converse she had bought him for his 30th birthday, well belated 30th birthday. Not only was he using the converse she bought him but the mismatching socks as well. The team had been called to San Francisco to investigate a possible Zodiac Killer copycat. There was something up with Spencer however, he was quieter than usual. 

But it was only because he had doubts on why he’s in the FBI, questioning that he should be doing something more in his life with the amount of knowledge he had accumulated over the years. The team didn’t even realize they had missed his 30th birthday, and (Y/N) felt so bad for it. She was the one to always bring in the birthday boy or gal their favorite donuts and a cup of coffee. 

When the team had gotten back to Quantico she had stopped by to get him a new pair of converse and of course mis-matched socks.

“How did I not notice you’re using the shoes and socks I gifted you?”

His brows furrowed,“Is something wrong (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) sighed ignoring his question “I read that a crush only last four months. But if it last longer you are considered to be in love. is that true?”

“Actually, many people often mistake crushes and infatuation with love. The initial feelings of crush and falling in love are very similar. The rush of euphoria happens in both cases. The butterflies, and the feelings of pure joy at the sight of them happens in both cases. It’s easy to see how the two are mistaken for love because the feelings are so intense, but there is a difference. Crushes and infatuation go hand in hand, and are very similar-

He paused for a second catching his breath before continuing, “-a crush is defined as a brief but intense infatuation for someone, especially someone inappropriate or unattainable. Infatuation is defined as an intense but short lived passion or admiration for someone or something.

Involuntarily she rest her head against his shoulder, “What about love?” she questioned. You glanced up for a second watching as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

“Love is truly seeing and accepting their object of affection. It’s an intense feeling of deep affection. to be patient and understanding, love is forgiving. It desires a deep connection. When we truly love someone, we see their flaws, and we accept them. there are thoughts of a future together, and realistic expectations of ea-“

JJ sighed, “Just tell him say I love you. Not as a friend. But I love you, on a deeper connection. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’m in love with you.” her eyes fluttered shut, her heart was pounding in her ears, she felt Spencer tense at what she had just said. Oh god did I make a mistake?

She pulled her head away from his shoulder, tell him why just tell him.

“You’re the most sweetest, yet awkward guy I know. Not only are you sweet, you’re also so smart. I love to hear you ramble on about, honestly anything. You’re so caring, and kind. It hurts me when you beat yourself up, I just want to hug you and tell you why you’re wrong and tell you that I love-” 

Spencer placed his hands on her cheeks pulling her into a slow passionate kiss, everything happened so quickly it took her a moment to process what was happening. Wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss, the feeling was so surreal.

He pulled away slowly his hands still on her cheeks as he rest his forehead against hers, “I love you too.” he spoke as he stared into her (Y/E/C). (Y/N) smiled from ear to ear, stealing another kiss from Spencer.

“Finally!” a voice spoke startling the two. (Y/N) peeked over Spencer’s shoulder to see Cole standing there with well the rest of her siblings, oh yeah she was never going to hear the end of this. 

[briswriting]

omg could i please get slytherin!kuroo x female gryffindor!reader hcs???

slytherin!kuroo x gryffindor!reader

pairing: kuroo x reader genre: fluff

a/n: okay so this request is new but i couldnt get it out of my head AND today is may 2nd which is the battle of hogwarts anniversary so i had to do it! also this was really fun, turned out different than what i had planned but i still really like it,  i got to use my geeky harry potter knowledge for haikyuu so mayhaps send some more in if y'all would like

his smug and loud attitude definitely makes you dislike him during your first year at hogwarts

being the same age, the two of you also have some classes together

kuroo’s best subject is definitely potions, not just because he's a slytherin but because he's a huge ass nerd

he notices you struggling in potions class when the two of you are second years and decides to give you some tips when class is over

and you think hey maybe he isn’t so bad after all despite being a scheming little shit sometimes

the two of you soon become friendly rivals after this, consisting of trying to one up each other in class along with playful and teasing banter

by your third year, kuroo is pretty popular around school due to being a chaser on the slytherin quidditch team

this doesn't stop your occasional study plans with each other and the feelings the both of you start having for one another

as third years, you're able to go to hogsmeade during the weekends and kuroo thinks he should ask you out on a date and you’re secretly hoping he would ask you out

he chickens out though and doesn't ask you out until the end of your fourth year, the two of you now known for being the famous slytherin and gryffindor best friend duo

asks you out when the two of you are saying goodbye at platform 9 ¾

“hey l/n, i'm taking you out on a hogsmeade date when we come back alright?” 

“okay kuroo i look forward to it”

going into your fifth year at hogwarts, kuroo becomes the quidditch team captain and a slytherin prefect but still holds up to his hogsmeade date offer

after a couple of hogsmeade dates and late night dates around the castle, he finally asks you to be his girlfriend

the house elves in the kitchen take a liking to the both of you and are always preparing snacks for your dates

cheering him on when he’s playing against other houses, and if you are on the quidditch team, he’s cheering you on when your playing against other houses

flying over to you in the stands to get a good luck kiss before a quidditch game starts

even though the two of you are dating, there's still the friendly rivalry especially when it comes to quidditch games against each other

“slytherin is gonna kick gryffindor’s ass today”

“ha you wish slytherin’s team doesn’t even compare to our team”

sneaking into each other’s common rooms to hangout at night

the fat lady portrait definitely taking a liking to kuroo and gossiping about the two of you with the other portraits

exploring the castles and it's hidden passageways and secrets together

yanking on his green and silver tie to pull him into a kiss !!!

by the time the both of you are seventh years, you’re known as the power couple of hogwarts

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[vtforpedro]

medical update and stuff. trigger warnings in tags I’m extremely frustrated. it’s been 15 months of frustration lol so so so sick of doctors, so sick of living through this. I am tired and getting no relief you might remember, but I was given a ‘possible’ IIH diagnosis in October. we’ve been treating it like it is IIH, which means everything has always been real etc etc and the treatment is weight loss. started my ‘better eating habits’ on nov 1st. then I immediately had the thing with my chemo pill packing on a ton of excess fluid, worsening my head to the point of ER and calling my neurosurgeon, getting taken off my chemo pill, and it wasn’t until mid-december that I actually started to see any fucking weight loss cause of that my pcp told me 5lbs a month. so I’ve been right on track with that despite wishing I could lose 10 a month but that’d be starving myself so lol I’ve lost 15lbs but now something exciting is happening again!! I am retaining fluid and I have NO idea why. which means my head is now as bad as it was last summer when everything was at its worse. constant all day long, pills barely doing anything for me, vision issues, pain issues. it feels like something broke in the base of my skull/neck because I get the scariest sensations there. it’s horrible. no human being should have to live this way and I do it every single day, numerous times a day anyway I had to go to the ER last thursday A G A I N because a doctor sent me. my pupils were noticeably two different sizes. I’d noticed three days beforehand and convinced myself I was imagining it cause it wasn’t a huge difference. finally took a picture and no, def not the same size and my eye looked like it was going inward? anyway, called my pcp, they had me come in that day, he saw it from a foot and a half away, sat back, and said I need you to go to the ER, you need your brain looked at. so again, I’ve been seeing this for three days while my head has been 10/10 extreme due to pressure in it. I get there and have to wait a while but less than two hours later when they finally looked at me? gone. pupils back to normal. doctor talking down to me like I was just an anxious mess and not that another dr sent me cause he saw what I did lol and his notes were in my chart. so, wasted visit and they put a covid patient 15ft from me and intubated them, so get to remember what that sounds like forever and ever (covid patients are supposed to be separated from other ER patients). now I’m doing a 10 day quarantine while I am so severely disabled I cannot bend over to take care of my cats food/litter/etc and it’s why my mom half lives with me but she can’t right now :) getting a covid test in three hours and it’s been eight days with nothing but head issues + fluid retention so hoping it’s negative the fluid retention I had before was a side effect of my chemo pill. I don’t know why this is happening. I should be 17lbs down now and I’ve actually gained weight despite being on the same diet that lost me the 15. I’m back to 13lbs down. this makes me feel like I might be carrying 4lbs of water weight. let me break this down because yesterday a PA told me my symptoms were too ‘ambiguous’ to say if fluid retention is happening or not - fluid retention from the chemo pill was ALL felt in my stomach. it was distended and bloated like I’d eaten at a buffet every single day - head got massively worse, enough to go to the er, doc and I agreed the fluid retention causing me to fluctuate between 15lbs was making the IIH worse - not urinating often despite drinking a normal amount - got on a diuretic, seven days later the weight was gone, head was better, started losing weight this is what I’m experiencing now - fluid retention that is causing my stomach to feel very bloated and look/feel distended - head has gotten massively worse, enough to send me to the ER - should be losing weight, have actually gained weight on a low fat, low calorie diet - the only difference this time is that I am dehydrating myself (yes I know, bad, but it is literally saving my life) because I experimented one day with half my water intake and my head was miles better. still experiencing a terrible head episode once or twice a day but it’s not 10/10 constantly - and the second difference is despite not drinking enough water, I am actually urinating more often and it’s a lot more clear than it should be, the color I expect when I’m hydrating well I consider this ^^^^^ to be a good case of why I think I have fluid retention but being told my symptoms were ‘ambiguous’ and throwing me to my neurosurgeon instead is HNNNNG (esp because diuretics are known to help IIH symptoms FOR THIS EXACT REASON) I have VERY recently had my sugars checked a few times, glucose is normal. VERY recently had an abdominal CT, also normal. it’s not diabetes, it’s not something happening in my abdomen. they hear abdomen vs legs swelling and think it’s GI because doctors never fucking listen and actively put their patients in danger but o h w e l l, I guess anyway as it’s been for 15 months, I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I go this way and experience agony, I go that way and experience agony I need extra hydration for weight loss, leukemia, being obese. I need less hydration because it worsens IIH to the point of 10/10 I want to die (which makes me heavily and actively suicidal. doctors see I take anti-depressants and assume idk I’m being dramatic but no, it’s really this fucking bad. I would rather die that moment than keep feeling what’s happening in my head) there’s like no middle ground and my body and these doctors are making it impossible to figure this shit out. my mom had to come over at 1:45 AM last night (hasn’t had to rush here since april 2020 cause that’s just how bad it is) because I lost my balance twice and was lucky I had something to catch onto or I would’ve been on the ground (neuro symptoms which could be IIH, could be chiari, could be stroke) and my speech got SUPER bad almost immediately. scared the hell out of me, I have never in my life lost balance that badly before things are going downhill and I would’ve thought losing weight they’d start improving but when has my body ever made this easy lol meeting a new neurologist on monday who works in the same building with my neurosurgeon. I’ve been avoiding them cause every single one of them told me I was just anxious despite specific physical movements causing an episode lmao but hopefully this guy is better and he has access to all of my neurosurgeon’s notes and stuff. I can’t keep dehydrating myself but at the same time I can’t let my head get so bad I make a farewell note for my mom, you know? it’s just been really bad and I don’t know how to get people to listen to me. I have a 99% diagnosis and they still don’t take me as seriously as they should. this has ruined my quality of life and they would have you believe that doctors take that seriously but they do not neurosurgeon wants me to see an ophthalmologist again cause of my vision issues and to check for specific things that relate to IIH. he wants another MRI done in early may cause it’s been a year since my last one by then (actually a month later, my last one was in april, but I’m curious if the neurologist will order one sooner) to check to see if anything has worsened so yeah living in absolute hell again and don’t know if I can just get a simple one week diuretic to get this fluid out of my body. what the FUCK else can it be when I’ve experienced this exact thing twice!! before. it happened to a much, much lesser degree the first time I got on the chemo pill. but the same shit :) hanging on by the thinnest thread guys and 15 months of feeling like I’m going to die almost every single day through that has destroyed my psyche. destroyed me as a person. I don’t know what to do anymore sorry this is all a lot of Bad™ but it’s been a lot of bad for 15 months. if I can keep going, I hope one day to be able to give an update of improvement love you all

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NSFW Alphabet for Dr. Robotnik

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Robotnik may seem like he only cares about himself but when you guys finish having sex he will make sure you're alright and satisfied, because your satisfaction comes first. He will whisper sweet things to you, cuddle you and even run you a bath.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body is probably his lips because duh his mustache is literally right on top of them, and he loves kisses you okay. Kissing your neck and inner thighs and loves hearing you giggle and moan. Because boy he can sure put those beautiful lips of his to work.

His favorite body part of yours is probably your neck. Because he loves leaving hickeys or bite marks on there, it's a turn on for him to mark your neck. And when you do have marks you can show everyone who you belong to. And he loves wrapping his hand around your neck when he's fucking you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Depending on his mood, he prefers to cum inside of you because he loves how you feel around his shaft. Or if you're feeling in a slutty mood he will gladly cum on you. Cum on your face, stomach, back and inner thighs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay let's be real here he probably works all the time and spends most of his time in the lab. So he wants you to get on your knees and give him a blow job while he works. He doesn't care if Agent Stone walks in he just wants it to happen but is shy to ask thinking you're going to say no to him.

And he has a other dirty secret, he loves to steal your panties that weirdo.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not much actually, he's had sex once or twice before meeting you but they didn't mean anything to him. And considering he's alone most of the time and hates people he really doesn't know what he's doing but please be patient with him he's a quick learner.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves missionary, he wants full eye contact with you because he feels really close to you and he can just lean in and kiss you, kiss you neck or whisper dirty/sweet things in your ear. But he loves doggy style or when you rude him.

But he's also a fan of the 69.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's a goofy man okay, he loves to crack up jokes as he's fucking you against the bed. Or when he's pleasuring you orally he will kiss your inner thighs and tell you jokes or a funny story. But sometimes he can be serious but that's only when you've been a bad girl and he wants to punish you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's well trimmed and groomed, he doesn't fully shave it off but some hair is there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is very intimate the poor guy hasn't gotten any affection or love in his life and he wants to love and appreciate you. He's a big fan PDA because he wants to show everyone he has someone and isn't some lonley loser. Hand holding, small kisses or even make outs in public he don't care.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He really didn't masturbate since he was always so busy working and thinking of a plan to catch Sonic but now that you're with him he will fuck you but when you're not in the mood he will jack off.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He's a huge fan of choking, he even bought you a collar with a leash with it. This man has a lot of kinks, hair pulling, chocking of course!! He likes body worshipping either if it's at you or to him. And he's an open guy and trying out new kinks and your kinks he won't judge you.

Huge daddy kink!! Call him daddy and watch were that gets you.

He's into roleplaying, like doctor and nurse.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The guy wants you to ride him while he's in his eggpod but he doesn't want to give people a free show. But he loves fucking you in the bedroom, shower and he's favorite place is his lab. He loves throwing everything off his desk and putting you on the table and give you a good pounding.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever he loses a battle against Sonic he gets all worked up and wants to do something to let off steam. So he will walk in and pin you to the wall and fuck you right there. But also you wearing chokers gets him going. He also loves buying you lingerie, the black or red ones are his favorite.

He loves it when you compliment him on his work or just him in general it just shows him you actually love him and that really turns him on and he just wants to show you how much he loves you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will never degrade you because it's always happened to him and he doesn't want that. Or he won't also bring you to his fights against Sonic he can't lose you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He prefers giving since he loves seeing you moan as he eating you out like there's no tomorrow. When you're sleeping in the morning he will crawl under the covers and just spread your legs and move your underwear to the side and get a morning snack.

But does sure love a good blow job and you do the job right. It makes him hard seeing you on your knees as your lips are wrapped around his hard member as he pulls on your hair moaning.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He's quite rough and fast okay, but when you guys are having a serious romantical moment he will take his time with you. But slow sex is nice since he can tease you. When he's being rough with you he loves all the loud moans your doing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He's down for them, he will pull you close and have a quickie with you. But most of his quickies are after a battle with Sonic. But he prefers to take his time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He's down to experiment your kinks and other new kinks but he will never put you or your body to risk he doesn't want to hurt you. But he's down to make sex drones only if you're down with it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last about two or three rounds, depending on what you're doing. But he won't cum quickly he wants you to cum first since he wants to pleasure you and you're his first priority during sex. But on a lazy morning he will be slow and gentle, I mean who doesn't like morning sex.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He isn't going to buy you some cheap plastic toys why he can make them for you. He once made you a vibrater, and he loves using that on you. He also made a sex drone, it's basically a drone that will pleasure you and he loves using that as he sits on a chair watching you as he strokes himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This mustache wearing wackjob is a huge tease, he wants to hear you beg and whimper for him. He wants you to beg for his dick. He even gets you turned on before a battle against Sonic and just leaves. Leaving you alone and waiting impatiently for him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He doesn't get to loud but sometimes he does let out a few loud moans. But he mostly moans or grunts softly he wants to hear your moans. But he loves whispering "You've been a naughty girl, now let daddy punish you."

Deep moans. Grunts. Panting.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He's a huge sugar daddy for you. He will buy you anything you want even though you tell him it's okay but he wants to spoil you rotten. You're his queen and he's gonna treat you one.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a little above average and thick. And he knows how to use it right. 🍆

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high, you guys are always fucking like rabbits. If you are in the mood he will be down even if it's in the middle of the night. If you want to suck his dick at 6 in the morning he will whip it out and enjoy the blow job.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He makes sure you're okay and sleep first. Once you've fallen asleep he will hold you close and listen to your soft breathing. He will greatful that you're with him and he has someone that actually loves him. He will be happy and fall asleep soon after.

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[shozaii]

most of the times i like to think of the headcanon that kirishima is pretty - no, VERY - good at keeping his feelings. he tends to store it all in. well it’s not like he forces himself to, but he just has this little fear etching at him, asking him the exact same question. “what if it occurs with the worst-case scenario?”  but he would just shake those thoughts away because that’s pretty unmanly, according to our lil shark boy here. so cue the exact same thoughts and wonders whenever he looks at you.

you have been kiri’s best friend for as long as you can remember. from the day you entered into his life, the times where he was at his lowest, the time where he made a change to his black locks, going for a whole new style of his hair. telling you the stories and memories he had throughout his lifetime - he didn’t need to tell you much, you were pretty much there the entire time! and boy oh boy, did he enjoy every bit of it🥰

heck, you even ended up in the same class together! how cool was that? being able to meet your friends who have decided to enter your lives, and stay there forever. that was manly.

but little did he know, he was a master at keeping possibly the biggest secret in his entire life.

his big, fat crush on you.

who wouldn’t want you, anyway? the way you grinned, the way your scrunched up your nose when you found something cool or weird. your voice, ever so melodious. it tickled his heart just a little too much, but he wasn’t complaining~!

kirishima was just so good at it, even mina did not have a clUE OF IT!! she has suspected it wayyy too many times; from the moment you walk away and his chest relaxes a lot more. how his grin just gets wider after he’s done talking to you. how he asks her about his looks. and when she does question him about it, he just shrugs and mutters, “i had no time to check my mirror today.”

yeah. yeah kiri, she’d think, smirking.

then there’s you - it was pretty confusing for you too. mina has told you of the huge possibilities. of course you wouldn’t say you did not believe it at all - it was just the way he was finessing his way with you. like, oof, it was just too good to be true. what if it is? what if it’s not? he’s pretty much friendly with everyone! he could talk to the pomeranian easily, and a bunch of the other classmates. 

mina obviously had enough😳✋ she knew something was up with you too. come on. you could noT deny her statements when all you do is daydream about him, draw little doodles of him in almost all of your notebooks, fluster and cover your face if she ever gets new hints from you. could this be the time where she could officially change the status from “friends to lovers”? very simple. 

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scenario: 

mina walked back to the dorms with kirishima, after he realized he left behind some notes back in class. destiny probably called out to her at that moment, because the moment they both stepped into the dorm grounds, she invites kiri to sit with her. he obliged. it was probably some tea she wanted to spill - something he didn’t mind listening. 

but the very next thing she simply says is, “it’s been going on forever. you know telling them wouldn’t be a problem at all, right?”  of course he just blinks at her, smiling nervously. “what are you talking about? i-,”

“come onnnnnn, kirishima eijirou!!” she whined, shaking his shoulders wildly. “do i have to spell it out for you? i’m talking about y/n, duh!!!”  “huh. i see. um.......how do you know about this? i don’t think i’ve ever said a word about them,” his hand reached for his neck, indicating that he was already so close to blushing. “see!! let’s just say i have my ways~~! now, wait here. you have to promise me you won’t move an inch from here. got it?”

“what? mina, i- you do know you have to be more clear with this-,”

she skips away happily, leaving him completely puzzled. turning behind, she signals him to stay put. nodding, he sits back on the bench, waiting patiently nervously. what has happened? is the truth out? was he that bad at keeping what was known to be the biggest secret in his entire life? sure, he may have dropped some hints then and there. the crush thing has been going on way before UA. so what now? meanwhile, as you were sipping a warm cup of your favorite beverage, your classmate decided it was better for you to leave it behind to “cool down”, as there was a parcel waiting for you outside.

she pushes you out to where you’re supposed to go. the various locations in the UA dorms were pretty easy to navigate, so this wasn’t a problem for you. nodding cautiously, you walked to where the benches were situated at. “kirishima!!” you squealed, running towards him. “have you seen - wait, kiri?” you looked at him, completely puzzled.  only for you to realize that a damn parcel wouldn’t be placed somewhere so far away. “um, hey! so uh, mina told ya to....to come out here, yeah?” he adjusted his scarf, his ruby red eyes glistening.

you sighed, folding your arms (also trying your very best not to look like you’re about to burst from flustering too much). “y-yeah, she did! she didn’t tell me why, though. so i assume you were pranked by her too?” “oh? what did she say on your way out?” he asked. “a parcel....waiting for me....,” you muttered, clearing your throat. he giggled with the cutest toothy grin you’ve ever seen. “ah, mina being mina. um, anyway. wanna sit down? the sunset’s p-pretty cool!” “oh, sure!! i don’t mind!”  you’ve viewed so many sunsets with kirishima, noticed how the colors differ every single time the sun gets gulped down by the sky, slowly being replaced with the glorious moon. shades ranging from pink, purple and orange slowly begin to showcase in the sky. 

the pretty colors never fail to give kiri’s pure soul more color, especially when the dim light from the sun begins shining against his soft skin. for someone having to harden his body almost every day, his skin was always so well taken care of. you have learnt over the years that he enjoys taking care of his skin, hence the texture. “new set of colors,” you spontaneously said, grinning. “mhm, couldn’t agree more.”

a few minutes passed by, with your fingers nearly touching. neither pulled away, neither hesitated. it was all perfect - a soft breeze passing by the both of you, where the autumn leaves begin showing up. with him now looking at his hand, yours, and then right back up at you. looking away, he gulped. well, it was now or never. “i don’t know if now’s the right time or not, but i just wanted to let you know....um. how much i like you.”

your head whipped to his direction. his smile was soft this time, with one tooth sticking out. it looked pure. genuine. some sort of positive aura you’ve always wanted to feel in a long time, and it all seemed so unreal when you found out he was the person making you feel this way. “o-of course you don’t have to accept it, you know! i- i had to let you know about it someday. pretty unmanly of me to keep it for so long, right?” “kiri, i don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but i really like you too. like, a whole lot. maybe i have tried dropping hints here and there, then again i didn’t want to scare you away. gah, there was so much running through my head and hearing this from you, i’m shocked! kirishima, are you really saying this?”  “of course! now would i ever lie to you? i, kirishima eijirou, have fallen so much for y/n l/n. and that is a promise.”

“i know my whole life that you keep looking down on yourself. i’ve been there kiri. to watch you break was definitely not my cup of tea; but to see you take such a huge step. it’s like watching you grow....i’m honestly speechless. look!” you held up your hand, which was now shaking violently. “kirishima, i like you too. a whole lot.”

the rest was just a whole blur of happiness, tears of joy, release of weights from both your shoulders. keeping the constant weight that both you and him were friends, and it could never be more. suddenly it was all just a whole, light-hearted fizz of blur, as you brought yourself into his embrace, hearing his fast-paced heartbeat. an old memory popped up in your head; it was probably from an old book or something. kirishima would forever and always provide a worthy eternity, for you to never want to step out of.

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tags: @moonlitspring​ skyyyy! 🥺❤as promised, a little something for you. i’m not sure what my 1 am brain was writing, so i really do hope this was good enough!! forgive me if there were any mistakes hhhhT_T ehehe lemme know what you think !!🥰💖💖💖i loveeee youuuuu!!

(a/n): finals are coming up soon, and i have a quiz in the afternoon as i’m writing this now, but not to worry! >:3 i’m pretty sure i studied enough for the test UwU!! requests are still in store, so don’t worry! i’ll be back soon to write them all for you, and would get back to writing more fics like these! love you all so so much, and thank you for the tremendous support so far!!😭😭🤍🤍✨✨

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